Fantasy Silent Rapture - Characters

[SilverFlight]

Characters
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Please write in full sentences, no point form.

Name:

Race:

Age: (not applicable for immortals)

Appearance: (description or image, if you are an immortal with a strange form you need to describe the glamour form you take to blend in as well)

Skills and abilities: (do not make these OP, be reasonable and if you are unsure, ask me, you can also use my character's limits and Lioness' character's limits as good examples)

Weapons and equipment: (keep in mind your character has to carry this on their person and also be inconspicuous)

Weaknesses: (There have to be at least 2 physical weaknesses, I don’t want junk like ‘doesn’t get along well with others’)

Personality: (at least 2 paragraphs of min 4 lines each. Please put a good amount of effort into shaping this section. I want to know you are invested in your character.)

Goals and motivations:

Bio: (at least 2 paragraphs as with personality)




Joining wait list:
Inheritance

• Active Characters
• Active NPCs

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  Harian - Silverflight
  Falarion - Lioness075 -temp leave
  Hayle - GamerCarrot
  Gabriel - Naberius
  Zoya - Feywild
  Ayramis - andujarprime
  Kiyomi - The Velveteen Rabbit - temp leave
  Nero - Crazy Trey-n - temp leave
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  Spoiler: Jophiel

  At first glance it isn't hard to tell you're looking at an angel, if you know how to look. From the white-blond, neatly-combed hair to the perfectly chiseled cheeks and chin Jophiel is upsettingly flawless. His pale blue eyes radiate patience and kindness and a mild sort of innocence, though he is far from naive. Jophiel is slender but well-built and though he looks to be in his late-twenties, he dresses in attire more suited to the 1940s: Beige dress pants and sky blue shirt and silk, patterned vest with a matching tie, all under a long Burberry tan trench coat.
  
  Jophiel was the one who made the call, visiting many of the recruits personally. Most of the time he is mild and soft-spoken, but getting him angry reveals just a little of the fiery wrath his kind is biblically famous for dishing out. Most often however he interacts with the world (and this era) with a child-like wonder and enthusiasm, which often makes people glaze over the fact that he is extremely wise and very devoted to his cause.
  
  Jophiel does keep the signature flaming sword, however it is usually disguised in the form of an antique, persoanlized fountain pen (he got the idea from a book). Apart from that he does carry a small handgun with enchanted bullets that pass through human flesh, but rip through dark energies as if they were paper.
  Jophiel is resistant to physical atacks, though his mortal form isn't immune. He deals poorly with demonic fire. Jophiel's physical form can be killed and this leads him to be rather reserved, preferring to guide his team rather than fight with them.
  
  Other abilities include: speaking every language known to man (angels were exempt from the punishment at Babel), healing physical wounds and illness, though not without cost to his physical form (he has much more difficulty healing injuries made by demonic powers), and summoning celestial harmonies to purify dark energies.
  
  Extra: What happened with Lucifer never sat right with Jophiel. Many of those cast from heaven he considered friends, even siblings, once he learned the meaning of the term. He doesn't speak about the nephilim either, though he deeply regrets those happenings too. This can lead to him being conflicted with the orders he recieves and his own sense of right. One day it might land him in hot water, but for now, both heaven and earth have bigger worries.

 

[SilverFlight]

Name: Harian of Kadesh

Alias: Harian Hart

Age: First record of appearance: 3300 years ago

Race: Mid-level Djinn

Appearance: Harian can look like anything with enough effort, though it takes time to master a new form. She isn’t overly attached to gender, but her preferred human form is that of a young, raven-haired woman of about 21, often dressed in a neat vest and tie. Her 'to intimidate' form is her own creative rendition of Sekhmet, the Egyptian lion-headed goddess of war. The fur on her feline features is coal black and this form is dressed in traditional Egyptian war attire, with two identical khopesh blades and a feral stare. She also likes going about as a black panther, though to blend in, she usually shrinks it down to a house cat.

Spoiler: Sekhmet form

• Skills & Equipment
• Weaknesses
• Personality
• Bio
• Goals and Extra info

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  Skills and Abilities: Djinn are not the most powerful of chaos spirits. They are sort of in the middle. Harian couldn’t incinerate more than an imp or perhaps half a human if she really tried. Her talent lies in shape-shifting and her creative use of the limited power she does have, generally related to fire and heat. Her size limits are anything from a wasp to a large carnivore like say…a tiger, or a smallish manticore. She can also project her essence into physical objects, but not more than 20 feet from her body and she cannot throw her core to escape a hit. She must have seen the object before, so she could copy a key, but not open a lock the key to which she does not know. She has some minor shielding abilities and of course her essence repairs itself slowly after damage by silver, herbs or iron. Anything from the physical plane that is not one of her listed weaknesses tends to pass harmlessly through her essence if she focuses, or else will hit her, but physical attacks do little to subdue her. She finds demon fire can be unpleasantly lethal in large doses and Angelic powers are dangerous too.
  
  Weapons and equipment: Harian has found it useful to carry a handgun in this day and age. Mauling someone by panther or decapitation by khopesh isn’t really practical anymore. For extra spite she commissions the bullets specially out of enchanted silver (a gift from her summoner), though this means she cannot reload the damned thing by herself without great pain. The bullets aren’t lethal to most demons/celestial beings, but they will give them a nasty sting and weaken them if hit in the right place. Harian prefers to avoid conflict however, being forced to serve on this offensive physical plane is not the best incentive for overwhelming loyalty to the cause. The gun unfortunately does not shift with her, so if in a pinch she may abandon the weapon in favor of a quick, stealthy retreat.
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  Harian cannot tolerate purifying incenses, especially that of rosemary or sage. Silver weakens her powers and burns through her essence. A silver bullet in the right place could kill her. Iron has a similar effect though much weaker. Iron chains will hold her very well. Being a fire spirit she is not fond of the cold or the damp and her fire abilities are weakened in it. Harian can transform into almost anything, but it takes time to perfect a form, sometimes a new form isn’t perfect and if the form is a person, she will not be able to fool those close to them. Harian is also bound by her contract’s very specific rules and this can inhibit her level of action in certain scenarios, both to protect others and herself.
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  Harian could be described as more patient than most summoned Djinn, though her relatively enlarged ego and sense of personal pride may make her a difficult spirit to deal with. She is prone to backchat and insults but always has time for a good sense of humor. Harian in general is nonchalant and easy-going and for those that can take her lip, she can be a very good spirit to have around. Harian, like most summoned from her plane, hates the physical world and is bitter and irritable toward anyone who would praise it. She has absolutely no sympathy for full-fledged magicians, or anything that would confine her people, though apprentices she deems not completely lost as of yet and may be a touch more understanding toward them. Angels and demons she is just getting to know, they seem to be appearing much more this time around and the fact that most could probably outdo her magic makes her curious and a bit uneasy. Demons seem by far the more fun variety, though wanton destruction and suffering for its own sake seems a little like wasted effort to her. Her overall opinion of both is one of relative neutrality. Beings or people who genuinely wish no harm on anyone or anything Harian seems to have a soft spot for. She can become slightly protective when placed in their company, though she will deny any softness vehemently. She has an almost uncontrollable fascination with babies. Her kind don't produce babies, and she is very taken in by their cute, pudgy faces.
  
  Harian loves riddles and puzzles, or anything that will test her mind. She likes proving she is the smartest one in the room. Offering her a puzzle or praising her wit may distract her from the immediate task of killing you, if her instructions say nothing about leaving you alive.
  Harian wants nothing more than to fulfill her contract and depart. She couldn’t care less if the world goes down in flames, she’d actually quite like to watch…from a safe distance. Her ‘employer’ however seems very keen on preserving the mud ball and its occupants and so, this is Harian’s priority.
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  Harian was most commonly found in the service of Egypt’s rulers in the 19th dynasty. She was personal servant to the boy king Ramses II and fought alongside him in the battle of Kadesh. She spent some time in ancient Greece, fighting in the Peloponnesian war, protecting some nobles and assassinating others. She was traced to China where she aided in the initial building of the Great Wall and later found in service of various African chieftains engrossed in tribal disputes. There are hints of what could have been Harian fighting in King Richard’s Crusade, which she will tell you was a rather entertaining defeat for the European forces, that and Richard was a ponce, and smelled of cheese.
  
  After that there was only a few mentions in the texts of history about Harian. She may have had a hand in helping a certain famous English playwright in the 1600s, the French revolution had one particularly slippery operative who was so effective there might have a very similar person working for the North during the American Civil war. The 20th century was blissfully empty of Harian's work, but this century her short rest ended suddenly, when she was ripped from the dream-like entwinement of her world and forced into a physical form once more. This cramped, cumbersome body chafed her essence every second she was on earth and she seethed as her venom-filled glare turned out beyond the binding circle to the magician that had summoned her. There were instructions, but no context. Indeed, the more Harian knew, the more she could give to their enemies in any way that the confines of the contract did not expressly prohibit. And she would, without a second thought. She was to help, so she was told, in an endeavour to prevent the end of the world, or more specifically the end of the human world. She didn't need to extend her senses far to sense the dark energies creeping about the tired section of city to which she had been summoned. The humans could go merrily to the underworld for all she cared, however her contract now told her she had to care...lovely.
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  Goals & Motivations: Bluntly? Harian wants nothing more than to quit the physical plane and return to her world, never to be disturbed again. Killing the magician who summoned her would do that, or having them release her upon contract fulfillment. Hairan’s goal is to bring about either end as soon as possible while at the same time avoiding contract breeches. Any blatant disregard for orders could allow the bindings to dissolve her essence completely, the Djinn equivalent of death.

 

[Lioness075]

• Basics
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• Weapons and Equipment
• Personality
• Goals and Motivations
• Biography

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  Name: Sun Wukong (孙悟空)
  
  Alias: Falarion (no last name)
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Race: Human converted into Hindu Deity
  
  Age: Appears 21-years-old, but is immortal
  
  Appearance: While mostly appearing human without Glamour, he also sports a yellow monkey’s tail. When the Glamour is in effect, anyone with the ability to see past it will see a normal young adult boy with a monkey’s tail. If unable to see past the Glamour, he will simply appear human. He does have to be mindful of his tail with or without the Glamour, as it is difficult to explain when it is not visible. His usual attire sticks very closely to what is pictured above. He is not afraid to show off his body and makes that a point with how he dresses.
  
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  1. Flying / Jumping: While he cannot take flight like your average bird, Falarion can jump far enough between buildings or high enough that he can sometimes appear as if he has taken flight. More often not, he uses this power by scaling buildings quickly or even evading danger. He also has amazing upper body strength, which lends to this power by allowing him to climb a building once he has jumped as high as he can. When jumping towards something – like jumping between building roofs – he can jump a maximum of 200 feet. He can also jump a maximum of 20-story building when he jumps straight up – such as when he is attempting to scale a building.
  2. Dispel: Falarion has the ability to purify evil auras within an individual, as well as repel minor evil spirits. In addition to this, he can use this as an offensive attack towards demons and stronger evil spirits, but it will not be able to completely defeat them in one fell swoop.
  3. Darkvision: While he does not have actual cat eyes, Falarion does have the excellent sight of a cat when it is dark out. He is able to see as far as 100 meters when it is night out or he is a dark building. His vision doubles as thermal vision in the sense that he can see dark energies in those around him. In a bright setting, the person will appear as if they have some odd purple haze around them, whereas in a dark setting, they will appear as a purple figure in the dark that is pulsing with visible energy.
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  * In accordance with his jumping power, he really cannot fly. He may look like it when he first jumps, but gravity will bring him back down. He has to be mindful of how high up he may be once gravity yanks at him.
  * Falarion is incapable of healing better than the average human. If he suffers a serious injury, he could be out of commission for several weeks just like anyone else. To compensate for this, he is far more durable than the average human. Because of his own immense strength, he can take many hits before any real damage is sustained.
  * Due to his Hindu deity nature, Falarion is very similar to angels when it comes to combat scenarios. While he can be very strong against demons and demonic power, if he is not consciously defending himself, then he could be weak to such attacks. In addition, if he loses his focus while defending, he would be vulnerable again.
  * Again, similarly to angels, Falarion also cannot kill humans. With his superhuman strength, he has to be very careful around humans with this restriction, even if they are trying to kill him. He has to try his best to knock them unconscious or maim them in return.
  * On a more personal note, Falarion can be quite the flirt and this has gotten him into trouble on more than one occasion. Not everyone is keen on being flirted with or may simply misinterpret his intentions.
  * Additionally, he is unusually attached to the monkey plush in his knapsack and will actually attack someone if they try to steal it or take it without asking first. He has a personal attachment to it and an individual would have to be practically his best friend to hear the story behind it.
  
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  In terms of weapons, Falarion only has a bo staff handy. It is mostly red with yellow designs weaving along the staff’s body. The vast majority of the time, it is casually slung diagonally across his back with a simple red sash keeping it on him. There is no simple way for him to keep it hidden entirely, so he uses his Glamour to make it appear as if it is a simple bo staff instead of an ornate one. His usual excuse for why he has it is that he is heading to a martial arts class. On top of the staff, he also carries a simple light brown knapsack at all times. Inside of it, he has one fictional novel, though it varies in time, as well as rations for each day (oftentimes including a banana), a water bottle (which he refills wherever is publicly possible), a ragged and small Capuchin monkey plush, and an old flip cell phone. He also has a coin pouch on his belt, which he uses to keep several old coins from his time along with current currency.
  
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  Falarion is very extroverted and thus, loves to talk to anyone he meets. He does not shy away from most interactions and is even willing to approach someone who is clearly upset. He loves to offer a shoulder to cry on, though he would never openly admit that it also makes him feel better when he does so. He is outwardly cheerful and exuberant in public, but like most in this world, he has his own demons and problems to deal with.
  
  Privately, Falarion loves to read. He feels as if admitting to it would detract from his public appearance and so he keeps it to himself. It is not unusual for him to have a fictional novel in his backpack wherever he goes. When he finally gets a chance to be alone, he will almost addictively start reading his book, practically tearing through the pages. Ironically enough, his favorite novels oftentimes are of supernatural entities or science fiction. He loves science fiction because it helps him escape the world around him, if only for a short while.
  
  To this day, Falarion walks among the humans and sees fit to save those he can. He is always keen to implement his dispelling skill to save any and all, as he does not wish a wrongful death upon anyone. He goes out of his way to help and to extend an open arm to any who wish to take it. He has mindfully avoided any romantic relationships, as he is unsure if he will ever pass away from old age. He fears commitment to relationships when he knows he will likely outlive any he befriends. This does not stop him from helping anyone he can, which is his way of staying happy despite it all.
  
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  Overall, Falarion’s biggest motivation is his urge to help any and all around him. This comes from the fact that he is ageless and he wants to be able to help as many as he possibly can during his time. While nearly everyone will die while he continues to live, he wants to positively change as many lives as he can before they do pass on. He also has an odd quirk to ask anyone he befriends if the sun appears like a fruit to them. If they agree that it does, then he adamantly tells them to not attempt to jump and take the fruit. While most do not possess the capabilities to do so anyways, he still feels an urge to protect everyone from facing the death he once endured.
  
  After defeating a demonic army once before, Falarion’s biggest goal is to stop the rise in demonic activity as quickly as he can. He has no qualms with accepting aid from others and teaming up to do so, as he just wants to stop the danger before it overwhelms them all. He knows the many dangers and concerns that come with such an army and he wants to ensure the safety of all mortals to the best of his ability. He has wandered for centuries, protecting all he has come across, and he will continue to do so for a millennia or however long he may live for.
  
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  Falarion was born to humans and did not become the hero he is known as today until he made a fatal mistake in his childhood. He saw the sun and mistook it for a fruit that he strongly desired. As he leapt up to claim the fruit, Indra (king of gods) struck him down with a lightning bolt that broke his jaw while the fall killed him. He was later resuscitated by Shiva, for Indra had made a dire mistake in reacting as such. He was granted three boons, his jumping ability, dispelling dark energies, and his darkvision as a means of the gods consoling Falarion after he was wrongly killed.
  
  At the time of the Ramayana, Falarion was sent as an advance spy to Lanka, the capital of the mighty demon Ravana's empire. Ravana had provoked Lord Rama by carrying away his beloved wife Sita in order to start a war. During the epic times that followed, Falarion brought hope and secret messages to the captive Sita, led Rama's monkey army in the Battle of Lanka and single-handedly killed many demons including Lankini, champion of the demons. During this time, Falarion was captured by the enemy, only to outwit them with cunning and the use of his powers. He returned to find Lord Rama and his brother Lakshmana themselves captured by the enemy and about to be sacrificed to the goddess Kali, by the sorcerer Mahiravana. In a tale of great daring, Falarion outsmarted the evil lord into becoming the sacrifice himself, thereby earning the eternal respect of Kali. She appointed Falarion as her doorkeeper and today many of her temples are seen to have a monkey guarding their doorways.
  

 

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ARYS;

BASICS;

Name: Arys (Air-es)

Race: Cunning Trickster Demigod

Age: NA

Appearance: When looking at Arys, she is not what one would think a Trickster Demon would look like. Do not let Arys’ naturally soft facial features fool you, she is quite cunning and deceitfully immoral (her looks are part of her deceit). She stands at a petite five-foot-two and her true form sprouts coiled horns that protrude from either side of her head with long and muted salmon-hued hair and complemental eyes. As a trickster, Arys can appear as anything she wishes, so long as she has a clear image of the person in her mind. Her version, however, has a significant flaw and may or may not be able to be detected depending on the individual. When out and about around mortals, she often chooses to simply hide her horns.

Spoiler: Arys

Spoiler: Outfit

SKILLS;

Arys’ main powers stem from her core; tricks. She can manipulate others into pain illusions, pain induction, or simple illusions but they are simply just that: illusions. Anyone has the capability to break through these tricks and illusions depending on their skill, awareness, and mental capacity. Her strongest capabilities are actual reality warping where she can change the properties or physical appearance of something permanently, but this exudes a lot of physically stamina depending on how large the change is and can only be used sparingly if the object requires a lot of change. Aside from that, she has is able to levitate, use teleportation, use telekinesis (transport objects), and has enhanced charisma and wits.

As a Demigod, Arys possesses superhuman strength, immunity to most human diseases and conventional injury.

WEAPONS&WEAKNESS;

Arys prefers to rely on her wit, illusions, and the power given to her. However, she is not stupid and is fully aware of her limitations. Because of this, she straps a hidden dagger in her sleeve in case of a melee.

For everyday items, she carries around a phone (trying to keep up with the youngins these days).

Arys is inherently weak against silver, iron, and purification herbs. When outwitted or her illusions/tricks are revealed, Arys must either rely on her telekinesis and reality warping at the expense of physical strength and stamina or use the dagger.

PERSONALITY;

Although appearing quiet and reserved at first, Arys is quite the talker once time passes. In the beginning, she prefers to observe her surroundings and others, getting a sense for who they are as a person and, of course, what could possibly make them tick. She enjoys engaging with others and subjecting them to her trickery. Unless a true enemy, her tricks are often harmless and fun in nature towards her friends.

It may take a while to earn Arys’ trust, but once it is achieved, she is fiercely loyal and a true companion, even going as far as ceasing her pranks (maybe, if you’re lucky). Her motives and emotions may change depending on if she becomes bored or not, often creating chaos just for the heck of it. Sometimes throwing in a good curveball never hurt anyone, right? She is not innately evil and is often described as speaking before thinking (as well as attack and think later), witty, sarcastic, and blunt. At times, it is hard to get Arys to shut up if she enjoys your company.

GOALS;

When Arys first arrived in this world, she had no link or connection to it. She was simply acting as a messenger between worlds. During her stay, she became curious and decided to ensue some chaos and mischief. As time passed, however, she slowly began to become attached to the beings of this world and how they worked. They interested her with the way they spoke, worked, betrayed each other, and so on. So, seeing such an interesting world full of diversity being destroyed would take away most of her fun (think more anti-hero) and she answered the beckoning.

BIO;

Arys, a Trickster Demigod born in a world known as Arcadia, grew up to serve the higher order of Gods in Arcadia. They often tasked her with delivering messages and opening portals to other worlds. However, Arys quickly grew bored and began to use her illusional powers and cunning personality to cause chaos wherever she went. The Gods quickly caught wind of her antics and banished her indefinitely from Arcadia. This was less of a punishment for Arys and more of a relief.

Now unbound from any God, Arys was free to travel between worlds. She would spend ample amounts of time wherever she went, learning of their different cultures and how their society worked. It did not take long for Arys to learn what could unhinge a society. She, of course, never took it that far and only used her powers for entertainment. It wasn’t until she arrived in the modern day that she was truly intrigued to the point of staying permanently in one society. Each person and soul bound to this world was different. So, she comfortably made this place her home, blending in with society and staying under the radar with her illusions. Having only made this place her home less than six months ago, she is still learning the basics of the planet and its inhabitants as well as their customs and traditions. At times, she can be shown throwing up peace signs (or other types of gestures the youths are using these days) or using words incorrectly.

Simple pleasures from the modern world intrigue Arys, including ice cream. She can often be seen eating a soft-serve vanilla cone as she walks the streets of the world. Naturally inquisitive and talkative, she can also be seen with her nose buried in a book or asking too many questions and annoying whoever is subjected to her questioning. The worst thing for Arys is boredom and if a fight or anything is taking too long or becomes too boring for her, her more “ruthless” side will show through, often going to extreme lengths to end the boredom.

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[GamerCarrot]

Name: Hayle

Race: Demon (Ice)

Age: Appears to be 21 years old

Appearance:
Outside of Hayle's demon appearance she genuinely looks the same, white braided hair that reaches down to her shoulder blades. Icy blue eyes that could freeze a man on the spot if they looked deep into them, pale skin that compliments the blue markings all over her body that humans tend to assume are just some fancy tattoo's. Although she keeps her pointed ears even in glamour always having to use the excuse "I have had these since birth"

Spoiler: Hayle Demon Apperance

Skills and abilities:
Hayle has always been quite the skilled demon when it comes to ice manipulation, she can create shards of ice from a simple puddle of water but there must be water around for her to use. She needs water to create ice like weapons she can use, she tends to make a lot of swords or well spears of ice for her to use. But she can't just because she can't create ice from nothing that does not mean that she can't do anything if there is no water around, she knows hand to hand combat, which she can and will use if she is desperate enough but she's not that good she prefers her ice weapons. Hayle has a colder body temperature than a normal human being can give people quite the shock if they touch her, in her demon form just entering a room alone can make it as cold as Antarctica itself but this all depends on how warm the room is. If too hot for Hayle to handle her cold body won't radiate the cold, she can also control this so that she is not freezing everyone to death (not literally) with her magic.

Weapons and equipment:
Hayle doesn't carry around any weapons unless you count a bottle or two of water as a weapon? She carries nothing that really needs to be glamoured since she likes to stay hidden when in sight of mortals. But what she does carry around is a mobile phone, a purse with enough money to survive and a few bottles of water that she can use as a weapon if she so desperately needs to.

Weaknesses:
Hayle is weak to fire or anything relating to heat, she can't bare to be in a hot room longer than a few hours, it makes her weak and leaves her in a vulnerable state. She is also incredibly weak to anything silver or made of iron.

Personality:
You'd think being an ice demon she would be cold and unloving to everyone who comes into contact with her but that is frankly incorrect, Hayle is a fun-loving, charismatic demon who yes can be a bit cold at times but only if someone pisses her off but other than that she loves meeting new people and she knows she can be a bit overwhelming at times but that's just who she is. She is very different from most demons you would find roaming around the city. She has quite the sarcastic little demon though and can have quite the temper if you annoy her or hurt someone she cares about or if you lie to her, she absolutely despises liars but she also gives those the benefit of the doubt if it's in your nature to lie and trick people.

When not around people she cares about or her friends she can be seen relaxing around and playing with her magic to have a little fun creating all these lovely shapes and designs out of ice. But around fellow demons she has to act mean and conniving much to her annoyance, she despises being mean and acting like a demon (even though she technically is one). Truth is she is loyal to the end, she will gladly put herself into danger if it means she can save someone she loves or someone she has become friends with. But as much as Hayle loves making friends she finds it hard to make friends with fire magic users but only if they are using fire in her area, although she still tries her very hardest to get close to them even if their magic can kill her.

Goals and motivations:
What are Hayle's goals and motivations? Well other than to live peacefully among humans and not causing much of an issue she wishes to learn all about the history of humans, sure she has been around for awhile she hasn't been around long enough to know of the past like it was yesterday unlike some older demons. She also wishes to teach humans that not all demons wish them harm some of them like herself wish only to help or just to live on her own in peace without the humans trying to burn her.

Bio:
Hayle has been a demon for longer than 23 years now although how she became a demon always left her confused since she never could quite remember what happened when she became one, but what she does remember is that before her time as a demon she lived a peaceful and loving life. She remembers her family and she remembers that when she was younger she had two siblings but as hard as she tried she cannot find them for the life of her, after so many years of trying to find out her past she gave up knowing that if she indeed had a family and had two younger siblings they were probably long dead or they probably couldn't remember having a sister and they would probably be terrified to find that she hasn't aged a day since turning into a demon.

But as for the current time Hayle lives peacefully among the humans, working amongst them in hopes to keep her demonic identity a secret. She currently works as an ice sculptor even though she technically cheats and uses her magic to create the designs she is asked for, she also finds time to help out at the local ice rink. She tends to be in places where her cold temperature won't effect those around her, the worst it does is add to the already freezing cold that she works in. Amongst the humans Hayle is barely noticeable, most forget about her unless she is in an area every single day but the only place that really happens is the famous cafe near her home where she always comes in to buy an ice coffee since she can't stand the hot stuff, much to the staffs confusion when she buys it in winter.​

 

[KhazTheGiraffe]

Name:
Hino

Race:
Iroquois God

Age:
Immortal- although, compared to gods and demons of other religions he is quite young

Appearance (please reference picture):
Hino is a 6'4'' indigenous god, with long black hair and typically dark brown eyes. His eyes turn blue on certain occasions (see bio). He has traditional earrings and tribal tattoos on his body that represent his successes through his rights of passage as well as his triumphs in his early life. He is very traditional according to his culture and will almost always wear what is seen in the picture to the left, but will use a glamour to disguise himself in the real world (usually a grey shirt, black leather jacket, and jeans with his hair either down, or in a bun).

General Information:
Hino is the Iroquois Thunder God and the eldest brother and leader of the Race of Thunders. On the day of his birth, the sky grew dark despite it being the middle of the day. Suddenly, water started to fall from the clouds, great flashes of light streaked across the sky followed by a deafening crack. He was the first born of a new race called the Thunders. The Thunders are storm spirits that live in the sky. They have been tasked by the Sky Mother (Antaensic) with creating weather, particularly, wind, thunder, lightning, snow, and rain. It is his responsibility to protect the people living in North America and bring rain in order to nourish the crops and keep his people hydrated. Although he is a very powerful and dangerous warrior, he has played a positive role in the stories of many other Iroquois heroes and deities.

• Skills, Abilities, and Weaknesses
• Weapons and Equipment
• Personality
• Goals and Motivations
• Biography

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  Skills and abilities:
  - Create and control various forms of weather (particularly wind, rain, snow, thunder, lightning)
  - Fire/redirect lightning through the body and out the hands
  - As a god, he has increased strength, speed, agility, and durability
  - Resistant to electricity attacks
  
  Weaknesses:
  - Deserts and dry weather (both cold and hot deserts) weaken him and his ability to create weather
  - It takes time to change weather once it has been summoned, therefore he cannot create two very different types of weather in the same place back-to-back. He is only able to summon weather a few times a day.
  - The larger the storm, the more energy and time he needs to make a storm. For example, if you needed him to summon a hurricane, you would need to give him a heads up as it would take much longer than creating a simple snowstorm.
  - Hino cannot control the temperature, so the weather he creates must be compatible with the temperature. For example, if it was hot, he could not summon snow because it would melt and turn to rain; and vice versa, if it was cold and he summoned rain, it would turn to snow or *shudders* freezing rain.
  - Hino is limited with his control of the weather because it must be balanced and has to be very conscious of that. For example, if he makes it rain on one side of the country for several weeks, another area of the country will have a drought. Therefore, he is very conscious of the effect using certain powers (rain, snow, and wind) in a fight will have on areas of NA. After all, he has a responsibility to provide them with rain
  - He has a fear of snakes
  
  
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  Volt:
  A thunderbird gifted to Hino by his mother. She has the ability to create a mild and brief thunderstorm and has sharp talons and a powerful beak. Other than helping him occasionally in battle, Volt also provides him with companionship. She is very loyal and is Hino's best friend. Volt is quite large and is about the size of a condor. Her glamour takes the form of a hawk and can be seen flying near Hino of on his shoulder while in public. Although they do get a lot of stares when she does that.
  
  
  Strike (bow):
  Made of the branch of the first redwood tree in existence and blessed by the creator herself. A very strong bow with a quick release of the arrows. Arrows are able to travel longer distances, travel faster, and pierce some of the toughest hides. After battling Onaire many times, he developed new arrows that are extra powerful. He hasn't used them yet, but he believes they can even pierce metal.
  
  Long Knives (two):
  Used for close quarters fighting and tactical purposes. Traditionally used by Iroquois people, the blade of the Long Knife is about 12 inches with a six-inch handle.
  
  
  
  
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  Personality:
  Storm Spirits are well known for their explosive tempers and unpredictable behaviors, they can be wildly happy in one moment and viciously angry in the next. However, these traits are typically found in Hino's brothers and sisters, and not in himself. Though not a stranger to anger outbursts, Hino is quite calm most of the time, even when faced with extremely irritating personalities. He is level-headed, patient, and even quite positive. Truthfully, he is very nice... Until he isn't. Hino has a line, and if you cross it may Antaensic have mercy on your soul. If you are one of the few people who has managed to anger Hino then chances are you are already dead or you will be very soon. It would do well to think of Hino as the calm before the storm. Hino will tolerate (and even encourage) buffoonery, stupidity, jokes, insults, and pranks. He will not tolerate the harming/waste of animals for enjoyment or sport and the abuse/murder of other humans, particularly those of aboriginal faith. While trying to remain positive, calm and patient, the last few centuries have taken a significant toll on his optimism. Because of what he has seen, how he has reacted, and the fact that he has been unable to stop some of these atrocities have left him feeling alone and like a failure. He continues to strive to be positive but at this point, he just feels tired.
  
  Despite being the leader of The Thunders, Hino does not have many leadership qualities. The Thunders were a particularly difficult and frustrating group to manage, and therefore Hino had to develop some unorthodox techniques. Additionally, his anger and his love for his people, and his independent nature can occasionally cloud his judgment making him an unreliable leader. However, he is very determined to become a better leader. Hino also finds himself quite lonely most of the time. People tend to drift in and out of his life whether they be friends, family, or even enemies. Without having many attachments, he pours himself into his work; protecting his people. Hino takes great pride in the responsibilities he has to his people. Hino is well known for defending people, especially from great beasts and other villainous things. However, recently he has found people to be the greatest evil.
  
  He is honorable and fair, valuing honesty and loyalty. He has never told a lie in his life, and most likely will never. He is typically quiet, but not out of shyness, simply because he likes to observe rather than interact. He believes all life is sacred and that killing an animal must only be done for necessity, using the entirety of the animal, and done in a humane way. He values the expertise of others, especially elders, and is very respectful to (almost) everyone he meets. He enjoys the presence of (most) animals and they seem to enjoy his as well. His thunderbird Volt is his best friend and will defend her with his life. Lastly, as a result of his history, Hino is uneasy around "the white man". It often takes a while to warm up and trust them.
  
  One of Hino's passions is nature. He loves watching flowers grow after the first rainfall after winter. He also loves trees, all types, and the many forests that lay across his home. Another area he manages to still find joy in is watching young children play in the rain, and seeing people enjoying his thunderstorms. After observing modern-day humans, Hino has found that he really enjoys something called Pokemon. He does not understand what it is or what the significance of it is, but he very much enjoys the animals in it, particularly the electricity types. Finally, Hino loves music. All kinds. From every decade. He acquired a portable cassette player a few decades ago and uses it to listen to all sorts of music. He has hundreds of mixtapes that he makes and carries around in his bag. Hino continues to follow many traditions of First Nations an Iroquois culture in his everyday life.
  
  Hino is also living with depression and PTSD at the moment.
  
  
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  Goals and motivations:
  Hino is motivated by his responsibility to protect the people of North America, and in particular the aboriginal people of NA. He believes that even in his darkest times he must continue to provide the land with weather as it is necessary for survival. He is always looking to defend his people by any means necessary, as we have seen in the past.
  
  Hino can feel himself losing his optimism with each passing decade. He hopes to regain his sense of hope, positivity, and wonder in the future very soon, and is still trying as best he can to embody these things.
  
  
  
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  Early Life:
  As a child, Hino had been labeled as the "good child" among his brother and sisters. His siblings were constantly out getting into trouble and Hino was constantly hunting them down trying to manage them. Even at this young age, his mother had tasked him with leading his siblings and protecting the humans from their mischief. So most of his days were spent cleaning up the messes they made. By the time they were all young gods, Hino had developed a great patience from dealing with his younger siblings. He managed to control them and their anger (for the most part), and felt that they no longer needed constant supervision. He left the heavens and found himself a home by a river that held a very large waterfall. Once the mortals had learned that Hino now resided on earth, he had many visitors. They often sought power, wisdom, and favours, to which he declined, but he did enjoy their company. He learned much from the humans as he visited with them and managed to find a deep and profound respect for them. The combination of their innocence, curiosity, capacity to grow, and their respect for the gods and nature inspired him to explore the world. He wanted to learn more about other cultures, animals, and nature so he could serve the people as best he could. So, he left the responsibility of leading The Thunders to his brother, Animikkii, and went to explore the new world.
  
  He ventured around what we know as North America, meeting other gods, interacting with different tribes and nations, and experiencing the beauty that was the natural world. On his journey, he helped many other deities, heroes, and tribes with their quests and obstacles and even became a god in many of the tribes he encountered. After many years abroad, he decided to return to his home by the waterfall and take his place as the leader of The Thunders once more. Upon returning, however, he found that Animikkii had been abusing his power. He would withhold rainfall for months on end and wait for thousands of prayers before he finally gave it them, he would make it rain non-stop until the crops had drowned, and if any chief questioned him he would silence them with a single lightning strike. Hino pleaded with his brother to spare them, lectured them on what the responsibilities of The Thunders, and told him of what he experienced on his journey to no avail. Animikkii was enjoying himself too much. He found it amusing to watch the humans suffer, and proceeded to hurl lightning at a small village. As Hino watched his brother torment the village, a deep rage became to burn from within. In that moment, the sky turned pitch black, a roar of thunder sounded that could be heard for a thousand miles, the ground became cracking at the two brother feet and lightning became striking all around them. Animikki froze and turned to his brother, terrified at what was in front of him. Hino's eyes and hands began to glow, never had Animikkii seen such power. He pleaded for mercy, but it was too late. A bolt of lightning shattered through his skull before he could finish begging for his life. After the rage subsided, a sadness fell over Hino. He did not want to kill his brother, but he had no choice. Hino took his place as the rightful leader of The Thunders once more and began cleaning up his brothers' messes once more.
  
  Not long after, word had gotten out about Hino's great power. It had even reached the depths of the spirit world, where Onaire the horned snake live. Onaire was once a great beast that lived on earth and ate mortals until Hino's mother, Antaensic, banished him to the spirit world. One of Onaire's gifts was sucking the life-force out of his victims, he was even known for stealing the gifts of gods. However, even with powers from other gods he was unable to return to the mortal world AND take defeat Antaensic. Upon hearing this news, however, Onaire developed a plan to kill Hino as an at of revenge against his mother, take his powers, and kill Antaensic. Emerging from the lake where Hino lived, Onaire silently entered his hut and peered down at the sleeping Hino. His fangs dripped with venom as he curled back his lips, but just as he was about to strike, the roof of the hut was ripped off. A giant yellow eagle with four wings, a long tail, and vicious talons hovered over Onaire with a murderous look.
  
  Hino jumped out of bed at the sudden commotion and glared at the serpent who he immediately recognized from the stories his mother told him. He reached for his bow and began firing. The bird was also a surprise to Hino, but it seemed that it was here to help him. The arrows bounced of Onaire's tough scales, but the talons of the bird were leaving deep wounds. Hino began firing lightning from his hands, with a few striking the snake. Feeling the pressure that he was losing the fight, Onaire lunged at Hino. The pair busted through the hut and fell off the cliff into the river below. As they plunged into the water, Onaire wrapped himself tightly around Hino's body and began squeezing. Hino looked up as he felt his bones starting to give up, and there was the bird. It seemed that she was summoning.... something. A small storm started conjuring, one that was not of Hino's making, but he sensed the power of the storm all the same. He reached his hand up just as a lightning bolt struck down from the sky and into his palm. Hino then redirected the lightning into his other hand and blasted Onaire into the waterfall. The serpent, bruised, scratched and beaten, returned to the spirit world and began plotting his revenge. The waterfall on the otherhand had been reshaped by the impact of the snake. It now resembled a horseshoe (Niagara falls if you didn't pick that up lol) Hino turned to face the bird, who landed on the shore beside him and looked at him curiously. She was a Thunderbird, and was a gift from his mother. She was to be his companion.
  
  Over the next few centuries, Hino battled with Onaire many more times as he continued to torment earth and steal Hino's powers, he was unsuccessful every time.
  
  
  15th-20th Century:
  The first time Hino saw what he believed to be the giant canoes with white sails, he was hopeful. They came bearing a new type of human he had never seen before and he was excited to learn about their spirituality, culture, and where they came from. His people welcomed them with open arms, and offered to help them survive in this part of the world. This proved to be foolish and naive. Over the course of several hundreds of years, these new settlers slaughtered Hino's people, forced them onto small areas of land, slaughtered the animals, brought over horrible diseases, and forced them to assimilate to their spiritualities instead of learning about Hino's and sharing their own. They tortured children to force them to forget about Hino and the other gods, to forget their language, and to forget their families. The settlers also brought over other types of humans and enslaved them.
  
  Hino could not contain his rage for almost 500 years. He created massive, devastating storms and hurricanes that devastated the ships bringing new settlers. In the north he killed many in the vicious winters that only his people knew how to survive. In the south, he caused significant droughts, where the colonizers couldn't grow their crops and feed their armies. But even after all this the colonizers survived and continued to destroy the world and people he so loved. As they began to colonize more of the land, Hino was forced to leave his waterfall home and return to the skies. Only after the final residential school was abolished did Hino's rage finally subside.
  
  Modern Day:
  Hino is tired from constantly trying to save his people who are still suffering from the centuries of atrocities. His hope is starting to run out, and he wonders if things will ever get better. He has lost his brothers and sisters over the years as they have tried to claim power for themselves and failed, or they have passed to the spirit world. Aside from his Thunderbird, he lives alone in the sky. Despite being tired from all the horrible things he has seen and experienced, he still upholds his responsibility of providing rain and weather to the ALL the people of North America, even the ones who destroyed his home. Hino spends most of his time above the clouds looking down on the world but occasionally will visit with the humans like he used to as a younger god.
  
  

 

[Naberius]

Name: Gabriel Albright

Race: Caucasian human

Age: 32

Spoiler: Skills and Abilities

Due to his role as Justicar, Gabriel possess peak human strength, speed and endurance. When acting directly in service to his master, these are enhanced even further, going far beyond the limits of human ability. He has the innate ability to sense his masters’ will at all times. As the vassal of a war goddess, he also possess masterful skill with firearms, martial arts, and bladed weapons. His connection to divinity grants him protection from diseases, though disease caused by mystical or divine means bypass this. He has an accelerated healing rate several times greater than an average human and an incredibly high pain tolerance capable of taking bullets in non-vital areas with little effect on his ability. Gabriel speaks and understands several different languages: English, Greek, Arabic, and German. He is a skilled coder and hacker, though not skilled enough to be able to break into secure government files, bank systems, or any other similarly high security databases. Though not entirely immune, Gabriel also has a passive resistance to mystical effects. Gabriel is not immortal and can be killed by normal means, but is functionally un-aging. Outside of being killed, Gabriel could theoretically continue living indefinitely. Due to his extensive and obsessive study of all things paranormal and supernatural, Gabriel possess a wealth of knowledge about the Occult, as well as a talent for mysticism.

Weapons and equipment: Customized M1911 and concealed carry permit. Padded leather duster. Modern cellphone with wireless headphones.

Weaknesses: Other than his base physical traits, skills, and knowledge he has picked up himself, Gabriel is unable to access most of his powers unless acting on his masters will or in times of great peril. His accelerated healing is not regeneration. While he can recover from a bullet wound quickly, this process takes several days depending on the severity of the injury. Due to his solitary lifestyle and childhood, Gabriel has very poor social skills and is prone to insulting or angering people without intending to. Though intelligent and learned, Gabriel is highly susceptible to unnatural mental influence. Due to his heightened physical abilities, Gabriel's metabolism has to work far harder than normal humans, needing 3 to 4 times the amount of caloric intake per day than would be necessary for an average person his age. If these needs are not met, he quickly becomes weaker and suffers from symptoms similar to those of hypoglycemia.

Spoiler: Personality

Gabriel is a nice enough person, but harsh when he needs to be. He dislikes banter and would rather get to the heart of a conversation than beat around the bush. Blunt, honest, loyal, and stubborn to a fault, he takes his duties as Justicar very seriously. When not out on errands for his divine leash-holder, he likes to spend time in libraries, a leftover urge from his childhood. He hates dishonesty, people who bend or break rules or oaths, and those who would harm the innocent.

Though his duties often contradict what his nature would otherwise drive him to do, Gabriel goes out of his way to help those in need, much to the occasional irritation of his master if such acts would sway the balance in either direction. Usually quiet and solitary, he feels equally at ease alone and in crowded places even though he sometimes gets odd looks for his choice of attire and seemingly emotionless expression. He prefers to avoid direct conflict and violent encounters if at all possible. Not one to anger easily, Gabriel tries his hardest to keep his emotions as balanced as the universe should be. He detests being held to such strict guidelines by his master, all the while berating himself for agreeing to this deal so many years ago.

Goals and motivations: To serve Adrestia and carry out her will on the earthly plane, while seeking a way to rid himself of the shackles of constraint placed on him that bind his existence to her for all time.

Spoiler: Bio

Gabriel was born into what could only be described as the quintessential white-collar family. His father, Jacob Albright was a middle management type, so nondescript and bland it almost made him stand out like a sore thumb. His mother was much the same, your typical stay-at-home mom, always a smile on her face, always baking something. Gabriel was what any onlooker would call the black sheep of the family. While his brother and sister were content with living their mundane, all-too-ordinary lives, Gabriel longed for something different. Always a curious child, his fascination with things that other people overlooked or didn’t think about was well known by the neighborhood. He would wander off to have imaginary adventures in the nearby forest, spend hours upon hours in the library mulling over mounds of books, both fiction and non-fiction. That was how it started. His interests took a turn when he began to study other things. Paranormal and supernatural fields of research soon occupied his whole childhood. It was this undying obsession with all things very much not ordinary that drove him forward. While others who obsess over things often find themselves driven mad, allowing their entire lives to fall to ruin around them in their all-consuming quests, Gabriel used his love of the paranormal aspects of the world to motivate himself to greater heights, his logic being that if he could learn as much as he possibly could from every subject he came across, he would have all the tools he needed to uncover what he knew in his heart was the truth.

“Truth is stranger than fiction, but it is because Fiction is obliged to stick to possibilities; Truth isn't.”

These words, among others, were burned into his mind. Famous and influential people from all across the globe since the beginning of recorded history have been reporting and documenting strange and unnatural things taking place. Things that are not accepted by modern science as possible. Unfortunately for modern science, these things rarely care if they are considered possible or not.

Gabriel’s never ending quest into the world of the weird eventually brought him into the field of IT studies. His creativity and intelligence allowed him to excel in his chosen field, and though it was a wonderful career opportunity, it was merely a means to an end for Gabriel. There was only one place where he could hope to truly find any sort of real answer to his burning questions: The dark web. The true dark web. What most people mean by ‘the dark web’ is just the sites and forums that search engines don’t catalog. What Gabriel was reaching towards was far deeper, the true dark depths of the endless informational horde that is the internet. Sometimes he looks back on those days and wishes he had listened to that little voice in his head that kept telling him that he wouldn’t like what he found. Gabriel spent the next three years of his life mining the internet for every drop of truth about the supernatural that he could find. Most of it was just occult bunk that neo-pagans and new age wannabe wiccans peddled as ‘magic’. But one day that changed, as it was always bound to. If you search for something long enough, you will likely find it. And find it he did. On a bland, shady site in the deepest depths of the web he found what he was looking for. For all intents and purposes it appeared to be just more of the same eclectic garbage he had found thousands of times before. There was a scholar in Greece who claimed that anyone who visited the ruins of a great temple and slept upon the altar that resides there would receive a boon from the gods themselves. Out of ideas, and curious to no end, Gabriel planned out his trip to Greece to see this temple. He wasted no time in hiring a guide and making his way there, paying no heed to the warnings and pleas from the locals to stay away, that the gods were angry. The temple was in ruins, hundreds of years of misuse and neglect having ravaged the place. As the night grew close and the sky darkened, Gabriel lay himself upon the altar and closed his eyes. That night changed everything. In his dream-state, Gabriel was confronted by Adrestia, Greek goddess of just retribution and the balance between good and evil. He was given a choice. She would grant him that which he sought: a glimpse behind the veil of secrecy and deception that hid the darker side of the world. In exchange for this knowledge, he would become her chosen. Her vassal and servant on this plane. He would retain his free will, to a point, but serve her unerringly for all time. He would become judge, jury, and executioner and keep the balance between good and evil. The world must be kept in eternal balance, lest it fall to ruin. Neither side can be allowed to have an advantage over the other. Gabriel accepted, seeing this as his one and only chance to learn what the world was really like. He still regrets his decision years later.

 

[Feywild]

Zoya

"I am mine before I am ever anyone else's."

Basics

Race: Vila

Age: Immortal but appears around 20

Appearance:
Like all traditional Vila, Zoya has a tall elegant figure and a face she likes to say was crafted by the gracious gods. Her iris are a deep violet that shine an oceanic blue in the moonlight, this contrasts her pale blonde hair. Similar to her eyes, her hair shines white under the moon and falls below her waist. Her fair skin is never blemished and will always remain clear due to the nature of her race. She will often be seen wearing dresses of white with skirts that billow easily in the wind but she is partial to blues and purples, especially when wearing golden jewellery. If she performs however, she wears form fitting clothes because she's there to give them a show isn't she?

Skills and Abilities

• Zoya is remarkably flexible, being naturally acrobatic and bendy. This doesn’t come from being skilled in the art of gymnastics but more of dance.
• Like all Vila, Zoya can heal and cure wounds and communicate with animals.
• Under certain circumstances, Zoya has the ability to foresee the future. Whilst this ability isn’t as potent in her as it can be in Vila, the potential is still there.
• Due to her usual avoidance of proper techniques in combat, Zoya enjoys bullshitting her way through and can be quite good at evasive manoeuvres.
• As a creature of the night, she is most powerful under the moon and can recover under it.
• She also has the ability to grow white wings, perhaps making her appear angelic to those who can see them. Along with wings, she can grow fangs and talons. These three are the only thing she glamours and a glamour is used when she is using them, not for anything else. She’s not some monstrosity.
• She was an expert shot with a bow and once an extraordinary hunter. Though time has passed and with it the waning of her marvellous skill that still remains, but is a shadow of what it used to be.
• Whether it be through a kick or a punch or even just Zoya whistling, she can manipulate the air around her and influence it to her benefit. She can use this to fly, evade people or even make a makeshift attack out of it.

Weaknesses

• Like all Fae, she is weak to iron and even weaker to silver. Not only does it nullify her powers but it can incapacitate her, leaving her susceptible to further damage.
• In her human lifetime Zoya did not come from a noble background, instead she originated from a poverty ridden family who certainly couldn’t afford for a tutor so Zoya cannot read or write. Though as time has passed, she can produce a squiggle reminiscent of a heart that she claims is a signature and she can recognise her own name.
• Due to Vila’s being a type of Faerie, Zoya is unable to to speak in the flowery deceptions of lies. Whatever Zoya says is true to her.
• The past in general is a tricky subject to talk about, she does not take it as a light conversation topic and will drink her sorrows away in the hopes for a party because she hates to look back on everything she’s lost.
• Ultimately in combat, she relies heavily on manipulating the air around her. If her ability was to be taken away, she would become a sitting duck.

Weapons and Equipment

Perhaps she may not be the best equipped for combat, but she does have a delicately crafted bow with a quiver stocked with dozens of silver tipped arrows. Though they are very handy, she must be careful around her own arrows as well as finding it difficult to transport a bow around inconspicuously.
Alongside that bow is an ornate obsidian knife, though the chances of her willingly delving into combat with the keepsake is definitely low.

Personality

Once upon a time Zoya may have enjoyed toying with people, playing the game of manipulation, but centuries pass and like all people you get bored of childish games and move on. If she was to be judged by the folk she came from, they’d certainly scoff and lament at what she’d become. For the Zoya now is rather soft, kind and definitely stubborn to a fault. Ever since the beginning of her life as a Vila, Zoya has always had a wanderlust, the crave to leave everything and discover what the world is like, whether it be through people or locations. She likes to live in the moment, not dwelling on the past that leaves a bitter taste in her mouth, or on the future that’s vague and often foreboding at times. Doing what makes her happy at the time may sound fun, but it gets her into a spot of trouble when she does something she may make future Zoya have to deal with. “That’s her problem not mine.” Despite being different from the usual Vila, Zoya still has the ingrained belief that she is beautiful and if you insult her appearance you are gonna have to deal with an angry gal let’s just say that.

Whilst she would never admit it, Zoya relies heavily on other people. Their actions influence hers, their moods can effect her own and she hates to be alone. Her fear of isolation is often caused by her own anger fuelled or fear ridden decisions. It isn’t uncommon for her to push people away if she's afraid, or to flee before she gets too close to stop herself from being hurt. From her life she’s learnt that sometimes it’s better to be alone, that selfish indulgence can be quite the wrong windfall to become trapped in, but it’s a cycle of naivety where Zoya believes perhaps the next time she gets close to someone it will be different. It wouldn’t be a stretch to say she has commitment issues (albeit a fear of it), especially in romantic relationships. She believes herself to be a true free spirit, abiding by her own rules and will, that nothing can hold her down, though she knows that is just a mindset she convinced herself she has.

Goals and Motivations

Even at the beginning of her life, her goal has been to stay alive. Enjoying the mortal pleasures had forever been her favourite thing and she enjoys to live. Perhaps this can influence more cowardly behaviour, but after all she’s ran from is it really a shock?

Bio

Life as a human could’ve been worse. Summers were too short and winters felt unending and left the forests feeling like labyrinths of snow and ice. As a child her job in the family was to collect wood, but soon enough she wasn’t a child no more and to the streets she turned. The events that led up to her death were quite tragic. No amount of booze could ever make her forget her fear, a pretty bird trapped in a cold cage was how she felt, even to this day.

Now a shell of a human but not wholly Fae, Zo craved one thing in the beginning of her new existence, acceptance. So when faced with rejection she crumpled, lashed out and began hanging around with the wrong people. This brought upon her exile. Life in a dysfunctional and controlling family may have been bad, but the pure isolation that was left for her afterwards was multitudes worse. So without the land of Faerie to roam in her short existence as a Vila, she turned back to the mortal world that’d discarded her once only for her to come bouncing back with quite the punch.

During the centuries that followed she became a woman of historic culture, slipping around the world with a fellow exiled companion where they would work together. Zoya was the lure and could bait any human out, her little friend was the one with sticky fingers that kept them afloat. Like all things, this chapter in her life came to an end. Brought on by a disagreement between the two that spiralled into a venomous fight and eventual parting.

Who needs friends when you can just drink your problems away?

During the 20th century after a lot more wandering and scraping by, Zoya found a home in a bar of all places. Organising a deal between herself and the owner, they set up a contract for her to perform on Fridays and to just help around the bar on other nights. In a lot of aspects, the bar was the best thing to happen to Zoya in years. There was supportive people, lots of supernatural beings that came and went, and friends who she loved with all her heart. Nothing tragic came in the way of her friendships, there was no harrowing dispute or fight, instead it was the invitation from a Dijinn that made her leave.

 

[The Velveteen Rabbit]

KIYOMI

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• Basics
• Skills and Abilities
• Personality
• Biography

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  Name: Kiyomi
  
  Race: Kitsune
  
  Age: Immortal
  
  Appearance:
  With long, silky white hair that falls past her hips, brilliant sapphire blue eyes, a pale complexion, and a delicately structured face, Kiyomi is considered to be a very beautiful woman in the eyes of those who fall for her glamour. Like many Kitsunes, she possesses a human form that naturally attracts and lures anyone to her presence. Kiyomi carries herself with a natural born elegance and poise, with a straightened posture and long, slender legs. With a love for fine jewelry, she can most often be found adorned with gold necklaces, earrings, bracelets, and rings of any sort. Mocking her traditional gown, Kiyomi wears long silk dresses, patterned with flowers or birds.
  
  In her partial form, two fox ears sprout from her head and nine long fluffy tails extend behind her, however she still harbors human features. Kiyomi tends to wear more traditional Japanese clothing when in this form, and always seems to find herself wearing the same red silk gown with gold flowers imprinted into the delicate fabric.
  
  When Kiyomi is in her real form, she becomes a medium-sized white fox with big blue eyes and nine fluffy tails that have red tips. Two white pearl-shaped orbs float behind her, containing her soul and source of powers.
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  Skills and Abilities
  It is most commonly known that as a Kitsune grows older, their age and power is portrayed through the amount of tails they have, increasing every 100 years. Having nine-tails signifies that Kiyomi is one of the oldest and rarest of her kind. As her powers have grown stronger, she has mastered the art of shapeshifting, and can even shapeshift into inanimate objects or even other beings for a limited amount of time if need be.
  
  Another ability that all Kitsunes possess is the control of foxfire, which is when they rub their tails together and create fire at will, expelling it towards enemies. She is also faster and stronger than normal humans and has practiced martial arts on a daily basis since she was young. As well as mastering the art of shapeshifting, Kiyomi is incredibly skilled at creating illusions. She can create animals, beings, and objects that are not there to fool those around her.
  
  Healing is also an ability that Kiyomi uses quite often, and due to her level of power, she can heal even fatal wounds. The more fatal the wound, however, the more magical energy is used. Although she is powerful, even a nine-tailed Kitsune is forced to recover after healing another.
  
  Weaknesses
  One of the biggest weaknesses every Kitsune has to face is the fact that a portion of their power and life force is contained within glowing white balls called 'star balls' or 'Kitsune balls', in which they guard indefinitely. If taken, the Kitsune is forced to serve/aid whoever has stolen it until the orb is given back. Kiyomi possesses two star balls that glow white with foxfire and hover above her tails. In her human form, she wears a necklace containing the orbs in a simple white gemstone to conceal her true identity.
  
  Another huge weakness of hers is the fact that Kiyomi loves alcohol with a burning passion. If she's not careful and gets too drunk, her human disguise can wear off and a tail or even her ears will poof into existence and make themselves visible to the public eye. Due to the severity of this, she tries to limit the amount of drinks she consumes.
  
  Kitsunes and their abilities are incredibly vulnerable to faith and blessed weapons. A priest, or a person practicing religion, can easily expose Kiyomi's glamour and illusions if they are in her presence.
  
  Weapons and Equipment
  Kiyomi does not prefer to use weapons and resorts to using her powers instead. However, if she is desperate enough, she has a special Japanese fan that has razor sharp edges, and a set of claws at her disposal.
  
  

  
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  Personality
  As a kitsune, and a nine-tailed one at that, Kiyomi is highly intelligent and contains a boundless creativity that makes her hard to predict. She serves the goddess Inari, the goddess of rice and prosperity, which means she is a zenko and only wishes to bring peace and happiness to those around her, unlike her yako cousins, who steal and deceive. In the past, Kiyomi was seen as a sign of good fortune and happiness, and humans would visit her shrine to bring offerings. If a human was lucky enough to cross her path, which was incredibly rare, she would shower them with wealth and grant them wisdom.
  
  Mischievousness, childishness, and playfulness come naturally to her at times, due to the fact that she is a fox spirit. Kiyomi is outgoing, carefree, and very considerate of how other people are feeling. Her sole purpose is to help those in need and be an anchor of support. It would take a lot of effort to upset or sadden her in any way. If she is ever not smiling, something is seriously wrong. However, her loving nature can often be underestimated and taken advantage of. Kiyomi may be the easiest to misjudge, but should never be mistreated, for she is an incredibly formidable and cunning foe. She will defend and protect those dear to her with a fierce and unbreakable resolve.
  
  Although making others happy is something she knows how to do well, Kiyomi also loves to indulge herself in a good book now and then, lounging under the moonlight or swimming in the nearby creek to relax herself.
  
  Goals and Motivations
  Ever since Kiyomi was a young fox, she has always had a passion for protecting the weak and spreading happiness. From the moment she first encountered a human, she was fascinated by their compassion and will to learn new things. So eager, yet so fragile and easily broken. As she spent more time with them, observing silently, she fell more and more in love with them. When Kiyomi became older and more powerful, she learned to guide and help them, spreading wisdom and wealth discreetly.
  
  However throughout her long years of watching as a silent guardian, Kiyomi has seen and heard of things that would make a man quake in his boots and run for the hills. Evil, defilement, and darkness; the things that she despises most and wishes to eradicate. She does not tolerate those with darkness in their hearts.
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  Biography
  Kiyomi was born into a small family of Kitsunes residing deep in the forests of Japan. Since the beginning of time, her family had inhabited and protected a shrine near a small village, acting as spiritual guardians to the humans who lived there and providing them with peace. It was tradition that every couple hundred years, a kitsune was born and raised to carry on the duty of protecting the shrine and those who visited from evil spirits and manifestations.
  
  Once Kiyomi reached a hundred years old and grew her first tail, her parents began to teach her about how to control her newly sprouted powers. For the next three hundred years, she trained alongside her mother and father, absorbing any wisdom they could pass on and practicing her new abilities daily. When the day came that her parents had grown nine-tails, Kiyomi become alone for the first time. A nine-tailed Kitsune has a choice: ascend to the heavens to serve the goddess Inari directly, or stay on Earth and guard the shrines. Her parents chose to leave this realm, fading out of existence.
  
  For most of her adult life, Kiyomi guarded the shrine, granting good fortune and wisdom to those who visited with offerings of rice or jewelry. One day, a violent storm brewed in the sky. Much to her dismay, Kiyomi learned this was no ordinary storm. A powerful yokai was passing through, and its rage spread like a plague, destroying everything around it. Lightning struck the ground, creating a small spark that began to grow, leaping from house to house in the small village and leaving behind a wake of ashes. The yokai challenged Kiyomi and they fought fiercely. When it was over, the shrine had been destroyed and she had barely escaped with her life. The evil spirit had overpowered her, and she was forced to abandon the place she called home. In her mind, all she could think about was how much she'd failed her family; even the goddess Inari herself, and it was a heavy burden to bear.
  
  Unable to return and with no shrine to protect, Kiyomi chose to become a wanderer, meeting new faces and visiting places she'd never seen. She hoped one day, however, she could find a place to call home again.
  
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[andujarprime]

Name: Anubis

Alias: Ayramis

Race: Egyptian God

Appearance: Anubis' human appearance is almost always the same. Light hair, gray eyes, and a suit. He's found that in modern times he enjoys dressing in suits. They also provide good cover for him to accessorize his mummy wrap scarf, and his signature staff shrunk down to a cane. Ready to extend at a moments notice.

Spoiler: True Form

• Abilities
• Weapons and Equipment
• Weaknesses
• Goals and Motivation
• Personality
• Bio

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  -Anubis is able to communicate with the dead.
  
  -He can animate the dead, but such animations are limited to 2 corpses at a time.
  
  -As the god of souls, Anubis is able to manipulate the souls lesser beings(animals, weak willed people). This includes attacking souls and sending them to the underworld, and even stitching them to inanimate corpses (2 hour time limit).
  
  -He is able to summon a Jackal companion using his Ankh necklace.
  
  -The god of mummification is able to control mummy wrappings with his will alone.
  
  -Being a god, strength, speed, and stamina are superhuman level.
  
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  -Khopesh sword (kept in underworld)
  
  -Ankh necklace that he uses to summon his Jackal companion.
  
  -Jackal headed cane that extends into a staff. Used to channel his power in summoning, and other arcane workings, and lead the lost souls into his realm and to their final resting place
  
  -Ring with Ankh symbol, has a single blade built in that he can pop out to cut his finger then retracts.
  
  -Uses blood to perform short rituals for his spells.
  
  -Mummy wrappings, disguised as a scarf.
  
  
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  -Being the god of the dead he has to keep a very tight seal on his mind. Souls of the dead reach out to him at all times. Any waver in his concentration can lead to a descent into madness.
  
  -Being near battlefields intensifies this effect.
  
  -He needs his blood for bigger workings of magic. Animating anything for a complicated task, or something other than what they normally do requires blood and a short ritual. ie. If he animates a body guard, they easily fight anyone he marks an enemy. But if he animates a school teacher to do the same, ritual, blood, and knowledge must be given.
  
  -Doesn’t do well with snakes.
  
  -Can’t harm anyone in possession of an Ankh
  
  
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  Anubis is the god of the dead, and overseer of the underworld. He seeks balance in all things. Especially death. It’s in his best interest to prevent the apocalypse. Considering that would lead to a huge influx of souls, and death. Something that would tear the underworld asunder, not just the land of the living. His more dedicated reason for keeping the world alive is his love of food. He has walked the Earth for millennia, and the one thing he enjoys the most is trying the different foods from all over.
  
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  Anubis’ personality it is said has derived from his original role of protector. He was the protector of the underworld before Osiris, and served as a guide for souls. Even now he is very protective over the mortals he allows close to him. He likes to guide others in life. Always the one with wise advice. He values honor and integrity above all else. He is usually a very good judge of character. This is because he is used to reading souls and weighing them in judgement for passing.
  Having seen it all, he doesn’t spend time and energy sugarcoating or playing mind games with others. He finds joy in knowing that he has helped souls move on to the right place. He also takes great pride in ensuring that the wicked are punished after the weighing of souls. Something that has extended amongst the living. When dealing with others he is of the opinion that everyone should be treated fairly, and respected. Respect is freely given, but disrespect is earned. This is something he truly believes. Just as he believes, in his experience that the world is not just black and white. It is in shades of gray. This makes him an understanding and open minded person. Kindness comes naturally for him. Forms of oppression, or even extreme arrogance spark anger in him. In his travels across the globe he has a huge fondness for food. He will be much more agreeable to things when food is involved.
  
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  Anubis has been the god of the dead since the beginning of time. After several millennia he got tired of just waiting around and watching people live their lives. Once civilization became established he decided enough was enough. He opened up a portal and took his first step on the mortal plane of Earth. He has spent countless years travelling, learning, and exploring. He was always curious what lead people to make the decisions they did. He also discovered, food. Food became a source of obsession for him. He wanted to try everything, taste everything. He explored and searched for his next big food discovery.
  Anubis never stood in one place for too long. Being immortal he understood that people come and go, much better than anyone else. He travelled frequently to avoid making too deep a connection with anyone. To avoid anyone asking questions about his aging. This didn’t stop him completely from feeling. From getting caught up in the lives of humans. So short, but so full of excitement and adventure. He did make friends sometimes. Travelling alone, it was tiresome. Only once in his life he can remember opening up and accepting people. To share his life with them.
  The first was a small boy, orphaned and homeless. Ancient Egypt, he had only been walking the Earth for a few thousand years now. Anubis happened upon the young boy, only 5 at the time. His bones nearly visible through the rags of clothing he wore. The boy could barely lift his head. It seemed to take too much energy just to see who came to tease him today. Pity took him as he sat in the sand procuring a leather water skein for the boy to drink from. Anubis watched him gulp the water down, and then devour a whole loaf of bread that he offered. Anubis found himself drawn to the boy, watching over him the next few days. When he saw that the boy was in better condition he made to leave. But the boy followed. Everywhere he went, the boy followed. Anubis could only smile and shrugged. Slowing his pace, and altering his course as to make it easy for the boy to follow along.
  The boy and Anubis spent the next few years travelling together. He taught the boy to speak, to hunt, to care for himself, to survive in the world. The boy kept him company in return. The boy never questioned why Anubis always looked the same, why he was never sick, why he never aged. One day, Anubis revealed to him the truth of his origins. The boy only smiled and nodded. That boy grew to the man named Ayramis. A stalwart companion for Anubis. Ayramis didn’t treat Anubis any different after hearing his secret, and this pleased Anubis greatly. The hearts of man however do not always remain so pure.
  They spent many years travelling and visiting villages. Eventually the wickedness that is jealousy reared its ugly head. Ayramis began to question Anubis about immortality, and whether death was necessary. Anubis always just brushed it off as childlike curiosity. He didn’t realize the resentment building up in Ayramis. The man distanced himself from Anubis. Day by day he pondered immortality. Anubis began to realize the distance growing between them, but unsure of how to approach it he let Ayramis be. Eventually when they reached a particular village that had scholars, Ayramis decided that he would stay. In secret he just wanted to focus on finding a path to immortality. Knowing what he knew about Anubis and the dead, he believed that spirit energy was key. He wanted to study the dead, away from the keen eyes of his companion. Anubis sensed something dark coming. But he had grown to love Ayramis as his child. He refused to believe that anything dark could come from this boy, now a man. Ayramis found a very knowledgeable woman in the village. As it turned out this woman was a dark witch. A necromancer, who also searched for the key to immortality. It wasn’t long before Ayramis had fallen for the woman. Enraptured by her venture and her power, as much as her looks. He came to Anubis and stated that he would be staying with her. Settling down, and building a life together. Anubis merely nodded in acceptance. He let the man stay, believing in him. His heart was heavy, aching, but he understood this companionship was necessary for humans. He left the village soon after, never to hear from his dear friend. He now walks the Earth, cautious to make connections with others. He has taken on Ayramis’ name, as a way to remember their companionship.
  

 

[Crocodile]

Name: Julian Blackwell

Profession: Elemental Master Magician

Race: Human

Appearance: Julian Blackwell tends to dress well no matter the occasion. He's used his skill in magic to become a comfortably wealthy man which shows in his appearance. His suits are tailored though they show hints of occult and arcane patterning in them often to help in the flow of magic. Red is a predominant color he favors also with all shades of it up to oranges and pinks. His hair tends to be styled back and he seems to be about in his forties.

Age: 100

• Abilities
• Weapons and Equipment
• Weaknesses
• Goals and Motivation
• Personality
• Bio

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  Julian's primary area of expertise is arcane magic. He has spent a greater part of his life practicing it both theoretical and practical including his early years in World War 2 and the hidden part of the war that came after. Few mortals can best him and he can give supernaturals a run for their money. Through a complex blend of magics, he has managed to slow his aging but only by so much. He is currently at the age of 100 but only appears to be in his 40s. Even with all his skill though, he has his limits and will eventually tire if forced to keep slinging around lots of magic for hours without preparation or some power source to pull from. He has primarily focused upon the elemental magics with an average control of each over mastery of any one since this allows him to better mix and match to create more interesting reactions. His skills as a Summoner are more focused on Elementals and beings aligned to the elements, but he knows the darker side of summoning as well including demons and the dead so as to better handle them when encountered.
  
  One of the things Julian has learned over time is that one can get by without magic if they use words alone. He's a practice speaker and negotiator after trading words with rare book collectors and beings of power. He likes to consider himself skilled enough in it, having gotten through several situations which would have otherwise considered an intense use of his magics to deal with. At this point, age has shown him the value of talking over direct action all the time since at times you can derail the schemes of some of the greatest evils simply by breaking one of their key minions free of their influence. Many a dark working requires more pieces than just some dark master with great power. Words often enough have proven more powerful there than even a grand working of apocalyptic scale magic.
  
  What came before his silver tongue and arcane might was Julian's first true passion which is research and academics. He is an eternal student and loves to learn things. Some pieces of knowledge are admittedly dark and terrible, but he has always felt the need to understand even the darker things if only to prevent them. After enduring the last World War and the madness of the Cold War, this has held true for him even as he did battle with cults and beings of madness trying to unravel reality. The more current decades have been troublesome for him as the advent of the internet and meme culture have lead to the outbreak of several entities whose images cause trouble, sorrow or madness. Suppression of them has been a far greater challenge and forced him to try new angles to make interest in sharing said images fade away.
  
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  Julian's wardrobe is his primary array of assets in his magic pursuits. His suits are all tailored to allow him to project and sustain protective spells upon them. This grants him a certain degree of armoring and buffers against forces and strikes directed at him. This is very important for allowing him to survive as much as being able to stay in a fight and keep casting. Generally they handle a armored durability spell but it does mean it can be dispelled with the right effort. Some of his suits though are tailored more for illusion and trickery spells such as projecting doppelgangers or invisibility.
  
  His primary implements are a jeweled ring etched with arcane sigils and a ceremonial dagger usually hidden on a concealed sheath under his jacket. The ring is his main casting focus which helps him refine the arcane energies he manipulates and projects. Without it, he is forced to perform 'dirty casting' which while still viable takes more energy and effort as he has to concentrate more on the spell not going wrong in some manner. The dagger serves usually in emergencies when he must use blood magic to perform something powerful or on the spot ritual working. It also serves as a combat implement, having been etched in runes to ensure it can pierce the flesh of most supernatural beings.
  
  The last notable piece is a pocket watch Julian always keeps wound and maintained. Its true purpose is a mana battery and emergency power source for when the chips are down. Utilizing the watch for its emergency purpose destroys it, forcing Julian to take time to have to build a new one during which the pieces are charged while he assembles and aligns them. He hates having to use it and rarely does so save in the most dire of situations, considering the effort it takes in making one.
  
  
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  Julian suffers the weaknesses of humanity, though he'd noted they're what keep him humble. He does have various means to avoid getting pulverized or annihilated by the elements, but that requires him taking the time to cast the spells and sometimes he's not wearing the right suit for sustained armor. Without the magics or if they are dispelled, he can easily be thrashed, smashed, charred, sizzled or drowned.
  
  His magics while powerful take their toll over time. Excessive or continuous casting without something to pull power from like a leyline often leaves Julian tired. Pushing past this leads to exhaustion and if he goes too far it will kill him. Generally he's good for a few battles in a row thanks to stamina developed from a near century of magical learning and practice. A gauntlet or intensely powerful foe though will eventually start to drain and tire him.
  
  
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  Julian is seeking immortality while trying to avoid the dangers of madness that come with darker forms of magic such as necromancy leading into becoming a living corpse or something else. He is happy to let the world slide by and just has been enjoying watching humanity march forward. He desires to live longer and see more of it. This drives him to be both a generally kind man but also capable of great ruthlessness when something threatens the world. Along with this comes a near endless hunger for knowledge in all forms but most often focused on the obscure and arcane.
  
  
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  Julian is a calm and confident man. He isn't one to usually lose his temper, but once he does it can be quite impressive. Most of the time he favors being polite and charming, finding it easier to get what he wants that way over violence or intimidation. He has a general delight in learning things or watching situations play out, considering his age and what he experienced through history thus far. Its only rarely he shows just how manipulative he is capable of being when the situation calls for actions like that. He has seen the wonders of humanity but also the great evils it is capable of, which has made him a bit jaded even as he tries to hold onto hope for a better future for the world.
  
  
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  Julian Blackwell was born in 1919 and was an academic sort most of his life., admittedly looking into some more odd subjects of study just as was entering into college. Sadly this was also the outbreak of World War 2 by the time he was in college. He found his studies shifted more towards curious military applications through the US Office of Strategic Services. It was here he truly learned the depths and truths of magic, more so as he began to have to be utilized against Axis mystics carrying out operations for their own nations. It was a brutal period in which Julian learned much about himself along with the horrors of magic. It scarred him somewhat but he endured until the bitter end of the war on the covert side some years after the official end when he helped run down and destroy the remnants of the Thule Society.
  
  Since then, Julian went independent as he looked into continuing to expand his studies. Through them, he's managed to slow his aging but still dreads the fact that at 100, he looks about 40 now. His hopes are to go further and fully achieve at least an eternal youth if not immortality. For the most part, he has focused on the 'bigger picture' when the Cold War started and left him feeling a bit bitter when he was once accused of being an enemy agent. Since then, he rarely consults with governments save for major world ending events. Beyond that, Julian jsut continues his studies and has on occasion taught some discreet classes on magic, history or mythology. He has taken two students, one of whom he still regrets as they delved deeply into the magics of necromancy and betrayed his trust as they gave into their own darker desires and impulses. Even now, Julian seeks to bring them to heel or even end them if he can't bring them around. The world doesn't not need some aspiring Dark Lord lingering about.
  

 

[Crazy Trey-n]

Name: Nero


Alias: Azazel


Age: 19


Race: Nephilim


Appearance: Despite his 'holier' half, Nero only exhibits some of the same physical attributes associated with angels; he sports the same milky-white hair, delicately handsome facial features and a set of pale, ghostly green eyes that hold a keen sense of curiosity behind them. The years spent toiling away at the land have chiseled his body, though his build still seemed rather slight aside from a broad set of shoulders - the rest of him was somewhat slim and lean. His body was marred with scars and blemishes he'd obtained over the years, and he seemed rather content with hiding them away beneath modest clothing, usually consisting of a pair of slim-fitting trousers and thin, long-sleeved shirts. Aside from the many peculiarities that life had blessed his body with over time, Nero has a series of aberrant red markings spread across his body. They encompass the majority of his torso, only branching off at his neck, shoulders, upper arms and down his thighs, which made them easy to hide aside from where they emerged at his collar. They could easily be mistaken as tattoos, but the subtle glow they emitted beneath his skin when looked at closely would attest to them being anomalous in nature. He has no recollection of how they got there and assumes that he was born with them. Because of his human qualities, he doesn't require the use of Glamour.

Spoiler: Azazel form, eventually.

• Skills, Abilities & Equipment
• Weaknesses and Vices
• Personality, Knowledge & Beliefs
• The Story Until Now
• Goals and Quirks

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  Skills & Abilities: [Nero is initially going to be unaware of his true origins and believes for the most part that he is purely human, so he is going to be very limited with his powers.]
  A life of survival in the wilderness has left him with the innate ability to be acutely aware and perceptive of his surroundings, and the particularly harsh environments of his childhood have granted him a natural resistance to most conditions. He's also learned to traverse most ground efficiently, leading to drastically increased stamina and an extreme aptitude for acrobatics - his lithe figure allows him to move far more quickly and nimbly than anything else his size and shape. What he truly doesn't understand or perceive are the abnormalities of certain situations that he finds himself in; both prey and predatory creatures are typically docile and calm in his vicinity, almost taking an instant liking to him. He's occasionally been able to heal these same creatures without herbs or medicinal plants when they are injured, much to his own surprise and awe. Perhaps the most odd of his displayed tendencies has been the periodic fluctuation of shadows and darkness around him. It more often than not happens at night when the shadows are heavy beneath the trees, and he'd almost swear that they move and writhe when he passed over them. Nero had always passed this off as a trick of the mind, but it's always been something more.
  
  As a religious practitioner, the nephilim can unknowingly perform exorcisms and drive away lesser demonic presences with his own willpower. This faith has passively sharpened and honed his mind against supernatural forces.
  
  In time, Nero will gradually grow into his powers. Azazel, the true name given to him by his father Lucifer and the depiction of his true form, has the ability to warp, meld and control shadows and darkness to his will. These can be offensive or defensive, as the darkness can take on a corporeal or ethereal form. To what extent is currently unknown.
  
  Equipment: The holy blade Ascalon - used to slay a dragon by St. George - was secretly gifted to Nero just before he'd left on his quest by Michael. It's taken on the form of an ornate bronze cross that he wears around his neck at all times, and he has yet to discover it's true nature. When transformed, it can be depicted as a silver sabre or, far more rarely, as a long dual-tipped spear, the blades on both ends made up of the same silver and bronze. The transformation is seemingly random.
  
  No other items can be found on him aside from a small satchel that is always strapped to his hip, filled with various herbs and items that he deemed interesting, and a bible kept within a bag on the other hip. If he ends up in a fight, then he always seeks out an option where he can outwit or maneuver his opponent. Otherwise, he attempts feats of athleticism and flexibility to submit the enemy, as his strength is still similar to a human's.
  
  
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  Weaknesses: While he has a myriad of different abilities at his disposal, his most significant downfalls are his age and ignorance of these abilities. While not a child anymore, he still doesn't possess the experience or knowledge that others have on the world of the supernatural, and he can be very unprepared when it comes to overcoming occult adversaries or obstacles. His lack of a grasp on his powers don't do them any justice either. While this will be remedied by facing the greatest threat that the world has faced and being placed in do-or-die situations, the beginning of his journey will be difficult indeed.
  
  Accompanying his very human-like naivety is Nero's very human ability to be injured. He doesn't have the same physical resilience as his purely angelic counterparts, and this can lead to him being subdued or incapacitated easily in comparison to other mystic beings. His method of combating this is through use of his mind or aggressive speed. When neither can solve the problem - such as situations where brute force is required - the situation can be impossible, as he doesn't have the benefit of superhuman strength either.
  
  The last and simplest of his weaknesses involve anything truly demonic or evil, including any weapon, be it flame, claw or otherwise. All of them can and will have an amplified affect.
  
  Vices: At the back of his mind, Nero has to always suppress an evil. A corrupt and entirely immoral voice lurks within his mind, and while he's managed to keep it at bay through prayer and faith, it's grown louder over the years. This is the all-encompassing influence of his father.
  
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  Personality: Biblical and mythical tales of other nephilim talk of giant heroes, massive monsters of destruction, or wanton and selfish creatures. This particular nephilim strays far from the norm that circulates rumors of his kind. Curious, quiet and relatively shy, he is anything but the supposed being that his kind is made out to be. Wherever a ruin or point of interest may be found, then he may very well be found as well, poring over ancient esoteric writing or meditating over moss-covered stones. His intrigue at the world and it's wonders knows no bounds and he'll gladly take in any sight, scent, sounds, taste or touch that he can find. However, when it comes to humans or other beings, Nero seems to display a strong sense of caution and reticence. This stems from a life of isolation and has developed into something resembling an inferiority complex within him. Gradually the curiosity will outlive his weary behavior and lead to his observation of other beings.
  
  Knowledge: Nero's had very few interactions with mystical beings of any kind, but he's very aware of their existence. He's familiar with humans and their cultures through his interactions with a particular village nearby his home and he knows a fair number of their languages, namely English, Latin and Hebrew. He doesn't specifically know about angels, demons and other deities/entities having some sort of rendition in his plane of existence.
  
  Beliefs: After discovering a black bible inscribed with the words 'Per tenebras venit lux' neatly tucked away in his home one day in the imperceptible past, Nero studied and engulfed himself in the knowledge and enlightenment it offered. There was a sort of instant attachment to the faith that he was able to secure, and afterward his first read through he became a stalwart believer. He has a particular interest in the entity known as Satan or the Devil.
  
  
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  "Per tenebras venit lux."
  
  These were the first words that he would ever hear and the last ones spoken by his mother on the day of his birth. In the present, Nero toyed with the idea that he may have been a child of the forest that was his home, birthed amidst the leaves and underbrush beneath densely packed trees, watched over by some sort of spirit of nature. The ideal that he reluctantly held close to his heart was that he'd been abandoned as a child, and by some miracle he was spared death and learned to thrive on his own. However, neither of these were entirely the truth and neither touched upon his true origin.
  
  He is the son of a holy human inquisitor named Jane and her lover, the fallen angel Lucifer. The events of their pairing and how they came to be are entirely a mystery and an absolute anomaly considering their affiliations. The archangel widely known for banishing Lucifer and his fallen angels, Michael, was the first to discover this union. He harbored a very strict disdain for his brother, so when he came down from the heavens, it was with the intent to crush the life from him and his only known offspring to date. All that the angel found when arriving in the small shack that Nero had been born in was a stunningly beautiful woman who'd already passed away, a cross clutched in one hand and a crying, white-haired child clutched to her chest in the other. The location was deep within the woods settled in a vast clearing, and it was a very improbable wonder that a woman who'd been carrying a child up until now would have been able to survive on her own.
  
  Unable to exile or take the life of an entirely innocent child, Michael decided to care for and raise it, naming the boy Nero and all the while keeping an eye out for any latent signs of evil within it. It was a strange being - the child had a sharp sense of curiosity, and an even sharper mind, but didn't openly exhibit signs of being anything other than human. The strange, black, tattoo-like markings on the child's body developed and spread with time, and while he could sense that they were tied to Lucifer in some way, he was never able to dispel or remove them. Michael taught the child as a human would to one of it's own, developing with Nero the ability to walk and run, speak and laugh, adapt to and learn from his surroundings.
  
  Then, on his tenth year since birth, Michael found Nero unconscious and beside a dead deer, the black markings on his body moving and writhing across his skin. The shadows around him beneath the trees were wrapped around the animal, seeming to have constricted and squeeze the life out of it, and the markings seemed to be trying to the same to the young boy. That moment was when Michael cast a blessing upon Nero; while he couldn't directly remove Lucifer's curse, he could counteract it. The markings turned red and never came to life the way they did that day ever again. While the blessing restricted the darkness threatening to consume himself, it didn't fully protect him from the effect on his surroundings - that, he'd have to learn on his own. Unbeknownst to Michael, the blessing also neglected to suppress Lucifer's secret link to the child that would only grow with time.
  
  On Nero's sixteenth birthday, Michael decided that his time with the boy would have to come to end. He'd grown into a young man capable of surviving on his own in the same shack that he'd been born in without the help of Michael. While he did feel like a father figure to the boy and Nero did look at archangel as his mentor and aspiration, all ties with angels couldn't be maintained forever. Nero was mortal and would have to learn to live without him if he were to survive. The archangel had never told the nephilim boy who he truly was and it made it marginally easier when he completely suppressed Nero's memories of him, leaving him with only the pendant that was secretly Ascalon to protect him when he was ready. Michael never stopped watching the boy, knowing that he was anything but normal and had a prodigious destiny ahead of him, but vowing to never have a hand in his fate again.
  
  The next three years passed by peacefully for the boy, who came into himself naturally and easily, learning of paranormal beings, humans, and clandestine knowledge tucked away in various places around his home. He'd grown accustomed to the creatures that traversed the forest and studied the nearby human village astutely, even occasionally disguising himself and walking amidst the markets. That all changed when the imminent feeling of impending doom overcame all of his senses, and he decided to set away from his home to pursue something greater, his curiosity and that omnipresent voice urging him forward.
  
  
• 
  Goals: The sensation of something being 'off' with the world wasn't lost upon Nero. A festering corruption was seeping into this world, and as it did, the voice in his head only seemed to get louder, as if ushering forward some sort of doom. He wanted to figure out what it all meant, potentially finding out more about himself on the path he paved... or was it already paved for him?
  
  Quirks: There are a few random habits and behaviors that he partakes in, two examples being the fact that he tends to nervously scratch the back of his head and he speaks to himself often. While these will be shed over time, other habits won't, including the fact that he spends at least an hour each night gazing upon the stars, pondering over the future and it's potential.
  

 

[C.C.]

Name: Aria Pendragon

Race: Hero

Age: 22

Appearance: Aria looks fairly unimposing for a human hero. She is short in stature and while she is lean, she does not appear overly muscular. She wears her fiery red hair short to keep it out of the way during combat. Aria often wears very comfortable clothing that she finds easy to move around in. She can almost always be seen with a small guitar case slung over her shoulder, which houses her most precious treasure, Excalibur.

Spoiler: Excalibur

• Abilities & Equipment
• Weaknesses
• Personality
• Goals & Motavations
• Bio

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  Aria derives all of her abilities from the legendary sword Excalibur. The extent to which she can channel this power is limited to her mental state, concentration, and resolve, and she must be in physical contact with the sword in order to receive its power. When Aria wields Excalibur she gains greater physical strength, speed, agility, toughness, and awareness. She is also a dedicated practitioner of historical European martial art techniques in order to hone her skill with the sword.
  
  The only weapon Aria wields is Excalibur, a legendary semi-sentient sword of power. The sword Excalibur possess an edge that allows it to harm all manner of evil creatures whether they be physical, spiritual, or otherwise, however, Excalibur is incapable of harming a creature with a less than evil heart. Excalibur can only have one chosen hero at a time, and the person is the only one who can wield Excalibur. Excalibur and its hero are inexplicably linked and even when miles away Excalibur’s hero will always know where Excalibur is located. If the sword is picked up by anyone besides its chosen hero they will find the sword to be unbearably heavy. When Excalibur’s chosen hero wields it, they may draw from the nearly infinite mass of power within its blade in order to argument their physical attributes. Excalibur’s hero is only limited by their mental state, concentration, and resolve. The power that is drawn from Excalibur, the brighter the blade will glow. The legendary sword possesses one other power. At the expense of the Hero’s stamina, Excalibur can release a destructive wave of force through its blade at varying levels of power.
  
  The second armament that Aria wields, isn’t a weapon, but a magical artifact. The sheath of Excalibur, Avalon (the true name of the sheath is lost so I made one up) created with the purpose to allow Excalibur’s champion to fight beyond their limits. Avalon possesses minor healing properties, accelerating the rate at which she heals and granting her protection from diseases. Finally, while Aria carries this sheath on she cannot be rendered unconscious except through magical means.
  
• 
  Aria may be a hero, but she is still only human and has limits. Wielding Excalibur passively eats away at her endurance. She can currently only wield her sword for an hour continuously before she blacks outs, and the greater power she draws out from Excalibur the faster she becomes fatigued. When she is not in direct contact with Excalibur she has access to none of its power and is just an average mortal. She also lacks confidence in her ability to perform as a hero and is easily flustered which makes it harder for her to wield Excalibur.
  
• 
  From the outside, most people would describe Aria as a monotonous introvert. In the public eye, she was as boring as it got. She was a B average student, she didn’t participate in sports, and she wasn’t apart of any clubs. Antisocial was a word that got thrown around when peers spoke about her. Most people didn’t know about her love for history or the fact that she spent every weekend down at her local HEMA practicing swordplay. Aria was the type of person to shelter her true self away from her fellow peers. She always believes that she was better off alone, people were difficult to deal with. If she couldn’t do something she would figure it out rather than ask someone who may know the answer. She was also averse to letting anyone know when she was struggling. When she is scared, she will put on a brave face, and when she lacks confidence in herself she will act with bravado.
  
• 
  While Aria is still finding her way in the world, her general goal is to protect the mundane from the supernatural forces of the world, as any good hero would. Beyond that, she is attempting to balance her life between attending college and slaying monsters.
  
• 
  Aria Fey Pendragon was born as a first generation American in the city of Newyork. Both of her parents were Scottish immigrants who had migrated in order to give their daughter a better life. Unfortunately, Aria’s parents were never able to give their daughter the life they envisioned for her. When her father struggled to find work he would turn to alcohol and take out his frustrations on his family. Aria would often be kept up at night by their midnight shouting matches, and it was around this time when she began to mentally retreat within herself.
  
  As soon as Aria turned eighteen she left home and went to live on campus as a college student. She was able to get a full ride scholarship to a decent school, and anything was better than living with her parents. At this time Aria had few friends besides a few sparring buddies she met at the local Hema center. Her love for Hema stemmed from her love of history and culture. She would sometimes stay up into the morning reading historical text just for the fun of it, and when she practiced ancient sword maneuvers she felt like she was living part of ancient history.
  
  During one particularly stormy night, Aria felt a strange foreign sensation calling out to her. She tried to ignore it at first but the feeling persisted. Eventually, she couldn't take it anymore and ran out into the pouring rain following the feeling to its source. Aria ran through the busy streets of Manhatten for what felt like hours until she reached the bank of East River right below the Brooklyn Bridge. The storm seemed to intensify as she walked beyond the river bank. Through the sheets of rain, she could see a faint golden shimmer beneath the surface of the water. She reached forward as the feeling in her chest seemed to pull her closer. Aria slowly got to her knees right beside the water’s edge and tried to peer into its depths, but still, all she could see was the faint pulsating glow. She curled her fingers before plunging them into the water. The sensation of the icy cold water didn’t even make her flinch as she pushed deeper until her fingers wrapped around something. As she pulled her arm up out of the water an object came with it, a golden ornate sword still in sheath. This was the first time she heard it speak to her.
  
  “Aria Pendragon, I deem you worthy of wielding the might Excalibur! Rejoice my new Champion!”
  
  Ever since that day, Aria eyes had been open to a new world that existed around her. She began to notice fantastic creatures that lurked and mingled in human society. Some were seemed benign, but others had more nefarious plans. Ever since she found Excalibur she had felt an inexplicable connection to the sword. It rarely spoke to her, but she could feel its intent. Excalibur was meant to be wielded by a hero and used to destroy evil and maintain peace. Even though Aria understood this, she was still confused. Why had Excalibur chosen her? She wasn’t special in any way. There had to be hundreds of better candidates than her. She would ask Excalibur these questions nearly every night but it would never respond to her pleas for clarity. Eventually, Aria came to a decision… She knew she was no hero, but this sword had called out to her specifically so she would play the part of a hero, at least until she got some answers.
  

 

[MrBossMan]

Name: Phillip Myer

Race: Caucasian
Age: Unknown
Gender: Male
Appearance: Phillip is tall, unusually so, with thick shoulders and a powerful frame. Scars, burns and other disfigurements litter his mortal body; all marks of his past lives. A well maintained glamour spell successfully hides his brutish body, tricking those that see him into a more pleasant appearance. Dark hair, white teeth, healthy tanned skin and a youthfully toned body.
One of the most distinguishable features of Phillip are his eyes. Each one constantly change colors, something even glamour magic won't contain. "The eyes are the window to the soul" so they say and with each passing person Phillip sends to the afterlife he retains a portion of their soul. As such Phillip's eyes change consistantly from one color to the next. The eyes of the now dead people whose souls once passed through him. It's easy enough to deceive those mortals who see him by simply saying they're contact lenses. Really, really, expensive contact lenses.

Skills and abilities: Phillip Myer was born from, or the creation of, Thanatos the Greek God of death. Phillip himself still doesn't quite understand his relationship with the minor greek god but after countless lifetimes he's gotten the gist of the story. What is undebatable is the power this relationship has given him. Or in Phillip's eyes, the curse he must live with forever.

As one would imagine being a direct decendent from Thanatos has brought Phillip closer to the doors of death. Far closer than a mere mortal could understand, or even for that matter, more than any immortal could possibly comprehend as death always seems to evade them. Mr. Myers is cursed with the sixth sense, a rare ability to see the dead. An ability that allows him to look and see into other planes of existence. Much like his master, Thanatos, Phillip's tasks are simple: Guide the dying to the afterlife.

As such Phillip has the ability to ease the death of mortals. Like his godly patron Thanatos; Phillip is a "touch" of death, gentle, simplistic and subtle. Soothing their transition from one realm to the next. There is no brutish force to this, no omnipotent power of control. In other words, death is already there, inherent in the individual, Phillip just manifests it and brings it forth.
He does this by inserting his own essence, Thanatoses essence of death, into the being. In the reverse Phillip also has the ability to take death away from an individual, by pulling that essence from them and into himself. A process which is undeniably painful. Imagine soaking up someone's cancer into your own body? Or siphoning the pain from a gunshot wound into ones own soul. It is not easy stuff, and isn't really sidestepped without instant repercussions.

As the saying goes the eyes are the window to the soul. Due to this Phillip must maintain eye contact with the intended target to use this great power, he must filter through this individuals soul, find the part worth saving (or exterminating) and guide it where he pleases. Whether that be this life or the next. There is a transcendent pain that accompanies this process, something beyond mere physical interaction. It is essentially the mergence of two souls into one limitless being. He takes life from a soul, and inserts death in its place or vice versa. As such the two souls, both Phillip's and the others, become one momentarily. Imagine all of the suffering a soul has, all of its pain, happiness, love, anguish and compassion. Now imagine these emotions amplified by the eternity of a souls being. Phillip must navigate these waters everytime he uses the power Thanatos bestowed upon him. This is an extremely exhausting process and the effects almost immediately drain Phillip both mentally and physically.

He can not save everyone everytime however, but there have been cases in Phillip's countless lives where he's even granted immortals the peace they so desperately seek. Death comes for everyone and everything, immortal and mortal alike, Phillip is simply the middle man.

Weapons and equipment: Phillip has a simple silver chain. Its wrapped within powerful glamour magic that cloaks his true form into one being. Not only that but within its metallic craftsmanship lies its true power. The chain is intertwined with countless swaths of pain, illnesses and all the terrible wickedness Phillip has soaked up within himself, from others, resides within his chain. By holding it and uttering an incantation Phillip can essentially pass the fates of one person unto the next. This chain is the conduit of Phillip's power and without it you'd have a very unstable reaction of his power. A few times throughout his many lives Phillip has brought catastrophe to people due to his chain breaking. Once in a past life a plague decimated an ancient greek village, reckless death poured out of his being and afflicted a small population. In other cases Phillip has cursed entire family lines with genetic disorders. Although he is a conduit of death there have been times were he hasn't successfully controlled his "gift" and innocents payed the price. He rarely speaks of these occasions and would have to be pressed to utter them to others.

Weaknesses: Being the embodiment of death most certainly has its flaws. The most familiar in Phillip's life, is his ability to die and go immediately to hell. Phillip is both mortal and immortal, if that makes sense. He lives a mortal life, dies, returns to the afterlife and is judged accordingly by the "Fates" (which he can actually claim ancestory to via his creator Thanatos) who compose a list of all the people he intervened with. Naturally the three Fates despise Phillip, as he is an intermediary between them and their pre-made mortal destinies and his own circumstantial interventions. (If the Fates premade a plan were a child gets hit by a car and dies, and Phillip witnesses this childs fate, Phillip can grant this child a second chance, thus ignoring the Prophetic destiny the Fates gave the child) As such Phillip is almost always cursed to repeat his same destiny over and over again. Only escaping hell and living once more as a mortal through his father/master/creator Thanatos.

Saving lives is easy, but saving lives with the knowledge that you'll burn in hell is much more difficult. It has been this way since Phillip can remember and such is the reason why he denotes his "gift" as a curse.

Which leads Phillip to his second greatest weakness, his ability itself.

After successfully saving a person Phillip takes this person's burdens and cast them unto himself. Although most of the pain is safely sent to his chain, some of the burden lingers. Thus Phillip will often age drastically even over the course of one intervention. His beard could grow, or even grey, over the course of one saving. However after ten procedures it isn't unlikely to see Phillip walk with a limp. (Hence his cane) Or contract a disease, or cough up blood. Although the exact injury or illness is unpredictable there will almost certainly be something negative phillip will be forced to endure. Such is his gift, such is his curse. It's a play of yin and yang, take something and receive another.

Personality: Judge, jury and executioner Phillip carries no small burden. He can heal the injured, make well the sick, bring forth youth into the elderly. It's power of some sort, but it's not totalitarian in nature. Every affliction Phillip cures in another he simply soaks up into himself. Thus healing a broken man, will undoubtedly break Phillip in the long run. Having spent so many lifetimes dealing with the art of death Phillip has naturally become more cynical in nature. Death no longer means so much to him as it once did. A sick child no longer sparks idealistic notions within him. He's not a hero, nor a saint, just a conduit between worlds. It's unfair in his view but why fight the reality. In past lives he'd trade his powers with the wealthy for large sums of money. However he learned his lesson when he did this once for a wealthy feudal lord and got stuck with stage 4 lung cancer, never again did Phillip think money could buy happiness as he died from his inability to breath at the age of 33. That was just one of countless lives.

With money no longer driving him, and idealistic notions of charity or helping the innocent wouldn't justify taking on ammonia or plague. Phillip kind of sank into a pessimistic outlook on life. He's loyal to people, if earned, but not ideals as he's a man of few ideals. Spending an eternity living countless repeat lives you'd think Phillip would be the last person to fear death, however you'd be dead (pun intended) wrong. Phillip has an unnaturally deep fear of death, wanting to avoid death to his very core. That is his death. This fear most likely derives from his fear of the afterlife, or in his case, his constant destiny to reside in hell when he dies. That is until Thanatos frees him again and let's him come back to the world of the living.

To Phillip each time he revisits hell it gets worse (if that's even possible). The three Fates of destiny seem to have it out for Phillip in a bad way. This fear is so deep and ingrained in Phillip it rarely comesforth. It's just always there deep within his psyche.

Goals and motivations: Phillip's most driving factor is his hope to one day be put to rest forever, in peace. No more reincarnation into the same life, with the same curse and ultimately the same fate. In his mind he's come up with the idea that if he serves Thanatos well, guides the dying to the afterlife like he's supposed too, then maybe Thanatos will pity him and bestow upon him a mortal soul once again. This deal has manifested itself into a pact with the God of death himself, thus Phillip's assimilation into the heroes of the story. He's there to make sure death evades the saviors of the world and if he does this he'll finally be given a mortal soul.

Maybe even become a hero himself.

Bio: Thanatos is the God of death, sure, but that's a big realm for one mere deity. And it's not particularly the best domain for a deity to lord over alone. People die all the time and it isn't the most fun occasion. Thus Phillip Myer came into the picture, a creation of Thanatos himself to help aid him in passing souls from one realm to the next. Thanatos bestowed upon Phillip certain abilities to help him better do his job, such as seeing dead people, the passage of illnesses and cures. He granted Phillip these powers at no small price. It took a soul and a blood payment. But of course the gods always used mortals to settle their disputes and as such it was Phillip's soul Thanatos bargained with when the God of death feuded with the three Furies.

You see, Phillip was a check and balance to the three Fates of Greek mythology. Thanatos felt that the three Furies (or Fates) had to much power over the mortal soul. They basically inscribed each mortal with a pre-determined destiny, thus they in an indirect way controlled Thanatos by commanding him to collect the dead in which they prescribed to die. Thanatos felt this to be unfair not only to himself but also to the mortals. Thus he created Phillip, whom at one point had been a mere mortal, but instead of taking his soul to the underworld Thanatos brought it before Zeus himself. There he proclaimed to Zeus that the three Fates had to much power over the lives of mortals. Thanatos claimed he could fix this by placing a mortal soul on earth which would judge mortals through the lenses of a mortal soul. It would give humans the rare ability to escape destiny (Or the Fates). Zeus agreed and as such granted Thanatos the right to create Phillip but Zeus warned the God of death of the consequences for tampering with fate. The Furies would eventually get their payback. Sadly when Phillip was created, he no longer became just mortal. He became also immortal to a lesser degree, as he'd always die and be reborn again into the same body.

In a way Phillip was cursed because of this as it meant he'd always return to the three Fates to be judged. And as Phillip was their only way at getting back at Thanatos the three furies would always punish Phillip in the worst way they could, which seemingly always meant a new experience of hell. Only for him to ultimately be freed when Thanatos eventually returns to hell to free Phillip's soul and return it to the realm of the living. It'd always be this way, for eternity, Phillip's soul being used as a plaything for a godly dispute.

His first real chance to free himself from his curse was given to him in the form of an invitation. He'd accompany a small band of heroes, aid them and keep them alive as they saved the world and Phillip saved his soul.
Hopefully.
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SilverFlight​

(NOTE: Wrote this on mobile, it's late, I'm going to bed. Apologies for auto correct i missed, or grammatical errors. Also I know I'm late to the party, so if the characters no good, or you're already full, I'll understand.)

 

[Inheritance]

Name:
Shawn Whitemoon
Race:
Human
Age:
28

Appearance:


Skills and abilities:
He was born with a mind for superior to the normal human complex. He is very attuned to the paranormal and unnatural world around him, and can communicate with recently deceased and to spirits in places of high paranormal activity (burial grounds, mass murder sites, ect). He has also trained his mind to the point that he can use minor amounts of telekinesis, though he can't lift much more than his own body could. Example, if he tried to lift a car his mind would be strained to the point that he would pass out-or if it was a large truck-possibly die.

One of his favorite abilities to use is one that he discovered quite by accident: Hypnosis. Of course, he has no permanent control, he just seems to be able to sound reasonable, even if he is being foolish. It is mere suggestibility, though strong minds find no problem in ignoring his gaze. However, weaker minds who stare into his green eyes find themselves agreeing with him, even if they don't really care what he is talking about.

His most dangerous ability, and certainly the least used, is his ability to inflict harm upon an opponent with his mind. This is an ability he has recently been improving, finding more and more ways to shatter his opponent's consciousness, and to impose his own will of destruction upon their mind. He can be quite dangerous with this, though the farther away he is from his opponent the harder it is for him to get a direct attack.


Weapons and equipment:
Weapons generally aren't his style, though he does carry a small handgun (Glock 17) with him. He also carries various lockpicks to get into places.

Weaknesses:
Well he's a human, so he isn't bulletproof...or anything proof. He might be able to contact the other side, but aside from a good mental fortitude to possession, he can be harmed in any other way. He is also a very poor physical fighter, and relies mostly on threats and his suggestibility to get out of pinches.

Personality:
Despite being this hyperintelligent psychic, he is very sarcastic and childlike in his jokes. He is very friendly, but heavily opinionated and casts judgement upon people rather quickly. He enjoys practical jokes, though it is usually signs of affection towards his friends. He is not afraid to say what he thinks, or perform a task in a strange way to get it done. Most people find him very easy to get along with, despite his constant jokes and lack of maturity. He does get very serious when his family or friends are threatened, and this is generally when he unleashes the darker sides of his gifts. He discovered his "dark side" when his best friend was being bullied at school. After he tried to defend him, but was clearly physically too weak, he stared helplessly as his best friend was beaten by 4 guys. As if in a horror movie, the lead bully began to shake, then grab his head, and as blood poured out of his noes and eyes, until finally he collapsed. This was the first time he discovered his more violent abilities.

Because of this, he spent most of his life in seclusion. Though later in his life he made friends and became very social, there are still dark parts of his soul that he tends to bury and keep a secret, hidden by lairs of immaturity and jokes. It seems that during a full moon, or in more spiritual sites, his mask of happiness is removed, and his more serious side is revealed.

Though he has these gifts, he usually doesn't talk about them with people, and prefers to act like a normal person. If asked about it, he will generally say that he would rather be normal than have these gifts, but at the moment he just makes due with what he has. While he is usually surrounded by groups of friends, it is always in question as to whether he got those friends because of being a good person, or because they looked into his eyes for a bit too long. Still, his charisma is not only fueled by his suggestive mind waves, but from a strange ability to connect with people and make them laugh. How he learned this was only through observation, but apparently had a knack for connecting with people, assuming they don't know of his gifts.



Goals and motivations:
He seeks to explore why he was given these gifts, and despite often not wanting them, he does want to see how far he can take them, and how powerful his mind can truly become.

Bio:
Shawn lived a very normal life...at first. He went to school, made friends, dated girls; but despite going through life and enjoying himself, he was always nagged at by a strange sensation that seemed to go on in his head. He'd hear voices, see people that weren't there- all the stereotypical spirit mumbo jumbo. At first he thought he was crazy, but when he started knowing things that he shouldn't know- like telling what went down in another room or knowing exact casualty rates in accidents (because he could sense the spirits), he started to wonder if he wasn't crazy, but gifted.As any curious child would, he explored his abilities and tried to find fun ways to use them. He was able to get good grades in school because of them, and he was able to sneak around and learn much about the world as he explored his gifts. But unfortunately, the world didn't always look kindly on those who had his type of mind.

He developed ways to use this ability (to the general discomfort of those who were close to him), finding ways to ask spirits for knowledge that he otherwise shouldn't know. In this way, he could pass history tests, cheat on math exams, and move test pages up slightly so that he could copy. Of course, he was smart enough to just study and get good grades, but he found it much more entertaining to cheat. However, many people found him disturbing, and his strange powers and their development took a toll on his social growth. Instead of interacting as he grew up, he watched, and learned, and honed his mind.

By the time he got to college he had mastered his abilities and became an expert at using them without appearing to- making him look normal. His college years were his glory years, where he built new connections and friendships that he had lacked growing up. He was generally popular, and very well liked in his friend groups. He bounces around from city to city, trying to find others that might be like him, or ways to increase his gifts. After realizing simple city searches wouldn't be enough, he decided to move his search to a global scale. Now he searches the world trying to find more like him, and ways to grow in power.

SilverFlight​

 

[Poenix Hunter]

Name: Pele

Alias: Maliyah

Race: Hawaiian Goddess

Age: immortal, appears 21

Appearance:

Maliyah’s appearance is similar to typical residents of Hawaii, with her waist length and erratic black curls (with a single fire lily that is always found in her hair) and a dark-coppery skin tone. She has piercing amber eyes which paired with her other sharp facial features, have made people feel quite intimidated, yet in awe of her natural beauty. Her stature may be short but her figure is naturally curvaceous, with her being the goddess of dance and coming from the land that originated the hula dance, in which she sometimes incorporates during combat. Clothing wise, she is preferable towards revealing gowns of red, amber and yellow, with her being a naturally confident character when it comes to her appearance. However, she holds incredibly harsh burn marks that scatter the palms of her hands, and when pointed out she becomes very insecure, which flares up her anger.



Skills and abilities:

Her fire abilities are largely based off of her own skills in hand to hand combat, for example if she punches she can summon fire more easily.
Due to her role as the goddess of volcanoes, she can summon very minor earthquakes in urban environment (10ft radius). This is usually done by stamping her feet or shaking her hips, but it’s very tiring.
Can make the earth around her molten and shift into lava, again this is a small radius and its effectiveness is often dependent on the type of material her surroundings, is affected by wet weather.
Great with blades or more specifically daggers and knives, has many fighting styles with them and sees it as an art.
Skilled in hand to hand combat from many years of fighting both monsters and her family.

Weapons and equipment:

• Many daggers
• Throwing knives
• Hula hoop

Weaknesses:

Being doused continually with water makes it harder for her to use her fire powers and makes her more vulnerable, also emotionally reclusive and begin to slow physically.
The effect of the cold makes her uncomfortable and again harder to use her powers as she thrives in the heat, however this is only extreme cold and ice.
Since she is a Goddess, she cannot harm humans even if they are malevolent and rotten to the core. Even though she wants to protect humanity it’s very infuriating sometimes.
Too angry too quickly, anger over rules judgement and although she tried to not let her emotions overtake her they can and will when she’s angry. Slight anger issues.
A lei that has 14 flowers that she wears when she feels comfortable, if touched, grabbed, mentioned, she will instantly be on the defence.
Questioning of the burns on her hands are an easy way to make her insecure.
Without the use of her body and channeling her powers through movement, sometimes they are harder to control.

Personality:

Maliyah is intensely ambitious, competitive and confident, and will go above and beyond to get what she wants- no matter what it takes- which has caused a strain in a lot of her past relationships. Because of this nature, she is also absurdly hot headed and consequently stubborn, and if something remotely irritating that isn’t apart of her plan occurs, then her rage will quickly start to build and she will release her wrath upon anything that is around her, if it be her surroundings, or the people around her. She is usually a strategic planner, but if her anger overcomes her she will become impulsive and not level headed, making her stop reflecting on her actions and just do what feels right in the moment.

Although she is a goddess of a calamity, she is not as loud and boisterous as stereotyped, and she is introverted and independent, preferring to follow her own whims until trust is gained, this doesn’t necessarily mean she is a lone wolf, as she does strive to build friendships. However she will still be wary of strangers- to an extent. Maliyah will take no nonsense from anyone as she is fully aware of what she wants and of her own opinions. If she believes in something, she will not back down, and will remain stubborn. Often, she has a good judge of character, and her relationships can be deemed on her initial thoughts on the person. Even though she makes judgements on people, her opinions are not altered by appearance or race, and she is a very open-minded person.
Once she opens up to someone, they will see that she has become a more playful and light hearted person. To an extent, she will put her own goals on the line for

Goals and motivations:

Since she’s a goddess of destruction and creation she seeks balance in the world, and will do whatever she can to sustain a world she’s grown to love.
Protecting humanity in whatever way she can as she’s grown protective due to her culture and many years of worship.

Bio:

Pele is the goddess of Fire and Dance, of Volcanoes and Violence. Those who worship Pele speak of her as Madame Pele or Tutu Pele, while others know her as Ka wahine ‘ai honua, ‘the woman who devours the land’. Though she is capable of great acts of destruction, and possesses the temper to provoke such acts, Pele is both destroyer and creator. It was through her mastery over the world's molten core that she wrought the Hawaiian Islands into being, forging them from the lava that ruptured forth from the mouths of her volcanoes. They are places of immense beauty, lush and brimming with life, and by looking upon and revelling in such beauty, you offer Pele worship.

Pele is one of the fourteen children, seven sisters and seven brothers. It is from the enmity between these siblings that Pele arrived in Hawaii, after her exile at the hands of Kane Milohai for her fiery temper and conflict with her sister Namakaikahai, Pele wrought Hawaii into a paradise, making her home within the great calderas of the volcanoes that stand sentinel across the island chain.

To worship Pele is to grant one's devotion to a goddess of terrible power, one who can shape and render a grand, vibrant world into being at her slightest whim, and burn it to ashes just as quickly. But just as her worshippers are devoted to Pele, she devotes herself to them as a force of divine protection and care. She is a tireless defender of life, and any that seek to threaten what she stands for shall surely taste Pele's fire.

 

[shyland]

Name: hiroki(ruka) adachi

Race: yokai

Age: 20

Appearance:

Skills and abilities: his main skill is necromancy but he can turn into a white tiger with black demon wings and purple eyes
Weapons and equipment: he keeps a katana with him

Weaknesses: he scared of almost every thing he also cant be touched by angels or his skin will burn

Personality rukas personality is very diffrent from others . he is shy twords people at first after growing up with only animals in abandaned grave yard he does have a short fuze some times if he doesnt get fed. haha he is also very attached to a stuffed cat he got from his big brother before he passed away .

Goals and motivations: he wants to make more friends and a family

 

[InsanEleven]

Dr. Yinguang "Yin" Feng​

• Appearance
• Personality
• Abilities
• Equipment
• Origins
• Known Reincarnations

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  Age: 31
  Birthday: 17th of March
  Weight: 62kg
  Height: 1m 72
  Eye colour: Golden
  Other: Can't see well without glasses, so he comes prepared with a spare.
  
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  Positive traits:
  - Confident
  - Well spoken
  - Ambitious
  - Intelligent
  - Calculated
  
  Negative traits:
  - Controlling
  - Hyperfocused
  - Relentless
  - Perfectionist
  - Uptight
  
  Full description:
  Yin lived his life striving for success, not just for himself, but for others as well. He just does not give up, no matter what, but his drive is not hot-headed or based in something as trite as 'winning' - Yin is calm and calculated, easily laying out plans for months and years. Had his nature not been kind, he could perhaps have been a very selfish, dangerous individual, but as it stands success to Yin is to save lives and fight the bad in the world. Personal success is too easy and frankly, too short-sighted and narrow. Yin plans and fights for prosperity for everyone - whether they want it or not.
  The worst thing that can happen to Yin is for someone to screw up his perfect plans, whether it is a surgical procedure, a medicine regiment, or another unforeseen disruption. It gets him on edge, and depending on the size of the disruption, leaves him unable to focus on anything but to find another way to reach his original goals. At the cost of social relationships, sleep, or even food - he will pay any price and employ any tactic he can think of. This does not mean that he can't plan around setbacks, on the contrary it means that he is hellbent on doing so, to the point of obsession. Yin is not the sort of guy you'd go drink a pint with, but he is definitely the guy you want as your surgeon.
  
  
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  Powers:
  Yin possesses a particular sort of sight, that allows him to see strengths and weaknesses in a living body. There are a few requirements for this sight: it needs to possess a soul, it needs to be physical in one way or another, and the creature needs to follow anatomy that he is broadly familiar with. Humans, animals and creatures work, but not ghosts or machines, or creatures of such a different, eldritch nature that their anatomy can't be reduced to the basics of our world.
  
  Furthermore Yin's angelic soul allows for him to heal wounds and ward off death for a bit longer while trying to stabilise a body. It takes a toll on him to project the light of his immortal soul, and it has a very weird side effect: pulling his angelic origins to the surface makes Yin glow softly golden. His eyes light up from healing a minor scratch, a golden crown appears when healing a bone, his skin glows for hours after prolonging someone's life, and when he pulls someone away from the grasp of death, rays of light burst from his back like wings - the more he heals, the more his soul is drawn from his body. To resurrect someone, means to give up his current cycle of rebirth, effectively tearing his own soul from his mortal body and causing him to have to be reborn.
  
  Weaknesses:
  Although Yin's soul is technically immortal, his body is not. He hurts, feels pain and can 'die', even if his soul moves into another body. A rebirth is also not a quick affair, as the soul needs to find a new vessel and attach to it - effectively making him have to go through a normal childhood again. On a cosmic scale two decades before reawakening might be quite fast, it certainly isn't when a battle needs to be won tomorrow.
  Yin is not a fighter, unlike the Fenghuang which are angels of war, Yin is a Luan which have pacifist souls. That doesn't mean Yin wouldn't defend himself from evil, but he doesn't exactly have holy weapons to smite the darkness with. Operating from the background, Yin has to surround himself with fighters to protect him - and if they are unwilling, he's left exposed.
  
  
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  Yin's equipment is fairly simple:
  - a first aid bag
  - surgical tools
  - a handgun he doesn't really know how to use, but at least doesn't point at himself
  - spare glasses
  - a sizeable chunk of money in his bank account
  
  
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  Race: Chinese Angel - Luan
  
  Angelic Origins:
  Every culture has their celestial beings, and although the traditional angels of Christianity are well-known, there are those that hail from different backgrounds. Yinguang is one such celestial being, coming from the Chinese dynasties instead. Far more colourful and varied than their Western, white-winged siblings, there are two groups: the angels that embodied aspects such as conquest, victory and strife, the Fenghuang, and the angels that embodied aspects such as culture, peace and prosperity, called the Luan.
  A major difference with western angels is that the Fenghuang and Luan embraced immortality through mortal rebirth and resurrection. Whereas Western angels can draw upon centuries of a singular experience, Fenghuang and Luan sharpen their souls and being through multiple different lifetimes. Yes, their essence is immortal, but they can still lose their current life, and they won't get it back without going through another childhood.
  Yinguang is a minor Luan, of the golden aspect of prosperity, and embodies success through planning, politics and economical tactics. As a Luan he is not inclined to violence nor battle, instead he prefers to surround himself with powerful allies and function as a leader and mastermind.
  
  Lifecycle Origins:
  Yin was born as the second child to parents that made their fortune during the Chinese economic boom - ironically a rather unfortunate 'oops baby' during a time where the one-child policy was in full swing. While his parents poured every bit of energy, expectation and monetary aid into his older brother Shen, they always seemed to resent Yin due to the high fee they were required to pay to legalise him. But Shen did not turn out the way his parents hoped, and as a hopelessly spoiled, arrogant older brother he made many wrong life choices.
  On the other hand, Yin learnt to function in the shadow of his older brother who got everything handed to him yet still failed - Yin saved up money, made friends where he could and studied hard in the knowledge that it would open doors his parents didn't want to open for him.
  Once finished with school, Yin applied for a medical degree in Europe [country to be assigned], and coming into his own, that was where his Luan origins began to shine - quite literally. Through his intense focus on anatomy, biology and medicine, his angelic nature latched on to the ability to heal patients, and even highlight their health and sickness. Yin can see weakness and strengths, like golden light and deep shadows. Although he cannot avoid all deaths, Yin has earned a reputation as an extremely gifted surgeon, even at a rather young age.
  
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  21st Century:
  - Yinguang Feng; Chinese-born surgeon in Europe.
  
  19th Century:
  - Fushe Jingshen; Diplomat in India sometime during the 1850s, until at least 1857.