Fantasy silva character sheet

[HuntedFox]

Dae


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[SIZE= 14px][COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 0)]Full Name:[/COLOR][/SIZE]


[SIZE= 14px][COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 0)] [/COLOR][/SIZE]Daegan Hesperos


[SIZE= 14px][COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 0)]Nickname/Alias:[/COLOR][/SIZE]


[SIZE= 14px][COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 0)] [/COLOR][/SIZE]Dae


[SIZE= 14px][COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 0)]Gender:[/COLOR][/SIZE]


Male


[SIZE= 14px][COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 0)]Orientation: [/COLOR][/SIZE]


Heterosexual


[SIZE= 14px]Age:[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 14px]Human years: [/SIZE]26


[SIZE= 14px]Unicorn years: [/SIZE]162


[COLOR= rgb(39, 42, 52)]Immediate family: [/COLOR]


Currently has an older brother, a cousin and both parents.[COLOR= rgb(39, 42, 52)]Species: [/COLOR]


Unicorn


[COLOR= rgb(39, 42, 52)]Birthmarks and/or scars:[/COLOR]


He has a scar stretching across his left shoulder, and another on his right flank. Both are are around 4 1/2 inches long.


[SIZE= 14px][COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 0)]Personality: [/COLOR][/SIZE]


[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 0)]Dae is a mischievous unicorn, sometimes with a fiery temper. Quick to assume things/act, he often finds himself caught in trouble or making it himself. He fights a lot, for he usually feels very strongly that he is right. He usually goes about his days getting into fights or wreaking minor, mischievous havoc. He is also known to be a flirt.[/COLOR]


[SIZE= 14px][COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 0)]Rank/profession:[/COLOR][/SIZE]


Loner


[SIZE= 14px][COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 0)]Pet peeves:[/COLOR][/SIZE]


[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 0)]People telling him what to do, or that he is wrong.[/COLOR]


[SIZE= 14px][COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 0)]History:[/COLOR][/SIZE]


Dae was named for his dark coat, the name "Daegan" meaning "Black-haired". Both of his parents were priests and wished for him and his brother to also grow up to be priests. Daegan hated the idea of giving his life away to become a goody-goody peace-keeper and refused, while his older bother Willow, most happily obliged. Daegan's parents were completely furious with him. Not longer after, one night, Dae decided he wasn't going to put up with the way they treated him so he ran away making the family rather upset for a long time. Of course, Dae wasn't around to see that. He had travelled away, wandering for a while before coming to a place called Silva. There he made the forest his home and roams it freely.


[SIZE= 14px][COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 0)]Other: [/COLOR][/SIZE]


[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 0)]Daegan is Willow's        (@Cheryl) brother.[/COLOR]


[SIZE= 14px][COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 0)]Role-player:[/COLOR][/SIZE]


[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 0)]Mee! @HuntedFox[/COLOR]


[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 0)](I also might be making another character... Maybe...)[/COLOR]

 

[mantab]

tagging more people; if you don't like getting tagged or if i already tagged you; sorry lol


@Shura-Yoon @FrostFire @WolfHugz @LyraDark @Fantasy Addict @jos93


main: 






OOC: 












I would love if you guys would tag people :]

 

[LucidSol]

Appearance:

Spoiler

Normal Everyday: (has antlers in all forms) 





Morphing into Wendigo Form:





Shadow Wendigo Form (the most convienet form): 





Feral Wendigo Form (only occurs when hunting/bloodlust): 





True Wendigo Form: 

Full Name: Rizal Nickel Flemming [Rye-zil]



Nickname/Alias: Curse



Gender: Female



Orientation: Asexual


Species: Elder Wendigo


Age: Unknown, or rather, she’s forgotten.


Immediate family: (Who raised your character? A bit about their guardians/parents or siblings etc?


Father - Lord Henrik Flemming (deceased)


Mother - Lady Sophia Renway (deceased)


Wet-Nurse - Glenda - (deceased)


Adopted Father - Cervile Glodin - Previous Royal Physician (deceased)


Birthmarks and/or scars: None, however due to her curse, she is forever cursed to bear her antlers in all forms, and her lips are permanently blood red to ward away the knowledgable. 


Personality: Rizal is cunning, cruel and cold, like many of her modern kin. More often than not, she has a cold, lifeless stare befitting of only a statue or something that is no longer alive. Though not particularly noticeable, Rizal has a  small seed of arrogance due to her station, though this is caused mainly due to the fact she does not want ‘friends’ - though she doesn’t want to admit this to herself, it’s because she doesn’t want to find herself loosing control, hunched over their corpses and partaking of their warm flesh.


She is exceedingly proper, following every rule, yet she still has a way of finding loops holes. However, direct commands she sees as detrimental to her own health, she will not hesitate to dispute and suggest a different way to do things. She’s is definitely not apathetic towards what others think of her, albeit she does work to please her superiors and to better parts of her reputation. Being an experienced physician, she sometimes fluctuates what must be done to an amputation to feed… well…. herself- though this is rare.


Rizal is many things, but forgiving is not one of them. She is often distant and finds no humor when it comes to jokes, as she usually is being seen as more of the logical type than anything else. She is not outgoing and prefers to not be annoyed by loud or irritating people. Overall. she is withdrawn and quiet than most, unless angered beyond her control, in which she will morph into her feral Wendigo form and probably maul you. This has only ever happened once, however.


Alternatively, Rizal can adapt an alternate personality that is a little more cheerful and friendly that is used strictly with royalty and people of high standing. Better at dealing with people and socialising, this version of Rizal rarely appears as her typical cold glass hearted self, and appears to have a more creative and carefree mindset. This Riza can also be triggered by others, but it is unknown what the trigger is.  Rizal;s typical personality dislikes this friendlier version. Both have a slight like for eating the flesh of other beings however.


Rank/profession: The ‘Royal’ Physician 


Pet peeves:


Temptation


Clutter


Loud/obnoxious people (they sometimes taste better though)


Hindrances caused by other events


Relying on people


History:


    Rizal barely has any hue of her humanity left. Nothing but a fleeting whisper or particularly irritating thought ever suggests she was. But she knows she was, but… time is so abrasive. Nothing but disembodied sounds and a flash of images to cling to her past life. 


    Somewhere though, someone should remember the tale of Rizal Flemming, the daughter of Lord Henrik Flemming. Rizal, when she was born, had not been expected to live. Born too early, and in the dead of winter. Nay, things looked like they were in for the worse. Though, by some miracle of what man calls God, she lived. A small mewling bundle with big beautiful eyes. 


     After several winters, Rizal grew into a dainty child, often watching and mimicking her mother’s movements as she went about the day. However, even her mother had business to attend, and the young Rizal was left to her wet-nurse, who often lost track of little Rizal. Through her constant escapades, she quickly gained knowledge about the household; the dumbwaiter system; the maids' and the hallways only known to them, about the horse stables, and her father's great hunts. 


      Though like half the denizens of the world, something terrible happened to the manor and they were forced south, through the mountains to safe ground: werewolf territory. 


     It was dark, and even the moon was engulfed in darkness. Then something collided with the carriage's cabin and the world went rolling, all loose items launched. The next couple hours Rizal could only hunker in one of her clothing trunks, listening to the crunch of bones and the beasties that lingered outside. Gradually, the grisly sounds faded and Rizal was left to dead silence and finally and uneasy and nightmare strewn sleep.


      When she awoke, she found everyone dead. Her parents had been dragged out of the carriage, eviscerated, along with all the people of the traveling caravan. So she did what any other child would do. Cry. And then wait.  Rinse and repeat until you were so exhausted you didn't have anymore tears.


      Then the hunger set in. Being seven-years old, she had no strength to hunt, and the weather was just warm enough to melt the snow, but not enough to thaw the ground to dig up roots. So she looked to the closest source. Human corpses. She had no one to ridicule her, to stop her, or to watch. So, she leaned down, and bit at the flesh of a body. That's all it was now, she knew what death was, there was no human now, only food. You can imagine the werewolves surprise when they returned in the evening to fill their bellies only to find a young Wendigo devouring a corpse messily. 


    Rilaz, having no one now, was brought back with them later (after reverting to her human form) to their encampment of savages, and spent most of her early life in this area. There were many disputes about whether or not they should eat her, but these were quickly dismissed and Rilaz existed as another hunter of humans. 


     But after striking the same place twice, a trap was laid by the king of the day and she was captured and wrestled into submission, placed in shackles and written a death sentence. When she once again became human, she spew barely comprehensible sentences, a result of her living with an uncivilized group of cave-men.


     After thoroughly reviewing her case,  the king instead wrote a lifetime stay of execution and instead had her taught the proper language and how a human should react. This was not taken well at first by Rilaz, and often threw fits of rage and attempted to attack her tutors. But somehow, she began to revert to her 'human' self. 


      After a good decade of confinement, Rilaz was now educated and a proper human of society, and she chose to contribute to it by being a doctor. Old habits died hard and she doled out many amputations till she learned to control herself. But after some time, she retreated to the castle's physician and studied with the old hoot in the dismal and clammy parts of the castle that was his domain. She gained him as a mentor and eventually took over his position as the Royal Physician when he retired, and was the closest thing she had as a father = (that she could remember.) 


She has now been the Royal physician for nearly a hundred years, and has long since left her old ways. But sometimes, when the pang of the wild gets to strong, she slips out and goes 'hunting.' For deer of course. The kitchen's are always thankful for more meat. 


role-player: @SolistheSun, also known as me, myself and I


@mantab (I believe I'm supposed to tag you ^^ )

 

[mantab]

Appearance:

Spoiler

Normal Everyday: (has antlers in all forms) 


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Morphing into Wendigo Form:


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Shadow Wendigo Form (the most convienet form): 


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Feral Wendigo Form (only occurs when hunting/bloodlust): 


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True Wendigo Form: 


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Full Name: Rizal Nickel Flemming [Rye-zil]



Nickname/Alias: Curse



Gender: Female



Orientation: Asexual


Species: Elder Wendigo


Age: Unknown, or rather, she’s forgotten.


Immediate family: (Who raised your character? A bit about their guardians/parents or siblings etc?


Father - Lord Henrik Flemming (deceased)


Mother - Lady Sophia Renway (deceased)


Wet-Nurse - Glenda - (deceased)


Adopted Father - Cervile Glodin - Previous Royal Physician (deceased)


Birthmarks and/or scars: None, however due to her curse, she is forever cursed to bear her antlers in all forms, and her lips are permanently blood red to ward away the knowledgable. 


Personality: Rizal is cunning, cruel and cold, like many of her modern kin. More often than not, she has a cold, lifeless stare befitting of only a statue or something that is no longer alive. Though not particularly noticeable, Rizal has a  small seed of arrogance due to her station, though this is caused mainly due to the fact she does not want ‘friends’ - though she doesn’t want to admit this to herself, it’s because she doesn’t want to find herself loosing control, hunched over their corpses and partaking of their warm flesh.


She is exceedingly proper, following every rule, yet she still has a way of finding loops holes. However, direct commands she sees as detrimental to her own health, she will not hesitate to dispute and suggest a different way to do things. She’s is definitely not apathetic towards what others think of her, albeit she does work to please her superiors and to better parts of her reputation. Being an experienced physician, she sometimes fluctuates what must be done to an amputation to feed… well…. herself- though this is rare.


Rizal is many things, but forgiving is not one of them. She is often distant and finds no humor when it comes to jokes, as she usually is being seen as more of the logical type than anything else. She is not outgoing and prefers to not be annoyed by loud or irritating people. Overall. she is withdrawn and quiet than most, unless angered beyond her control, in which she will morph into her feral Wendigo form and probably maul you. This has only ever happened once, however.


Alternatively, Rizal  can also rewire his brain to a sort of alternate personality that is a little more cheerful and friendly and is used strictly with royalty and people of high standing. Better at dealing with people and socialising, this version of Rizal rarely appears as a lone wolf,  and appears to have a more creative and carefree mindset. This Caesar can also be triggered by others, but it is unknown what the trigger is. The original version of Caesar dislikes this friendlier version. Both have a slight like for eating the flesh of other beings.


Rank/profession: The ‘Royal’ Physician 


Pet peeves:


Temptation


Clutter


Loud/obnoxious people (they sometimes taste better though)


Hindrances caused by other events


Relying on people


History:


    Rizal barely has any hue of her humanity left. Nothing but a fleeting whisper or particularly irritating thought ever suggests she was. But she knows she was, but… time is so abrasive. Nothing but disembodied sounds and a flash of images to cling to her past life. 


    Somewhere though, someone should remember the tale of Rizal Flemming, the daughter of Lord Henrik Flemming. Rizal, when she was born, had not been expected to live. Born too early, and in the dead of winter. Nay, things looked like they were in for the worse. Though, by some miracle of what man calls God, she lived. A small mewling bundle with big beautiful eyes. 


     After several winters, Rizal grew into a dainty child, often watching and mimicking her mother’s movements as she went about the day. However, even her mother had business to attend, and the young Rizal was left to her wet-nurse, who often lost track of little Rizal. Through her constant escapades, she quickly gained knowledge about the household; the dumbwaiter system; the maids' and the hallways only known to them, about the horse stables, and her father's great hunts. 


      Though like half the denizens of the world, something terrible happened to the manor and they were forced south, through the mountains to safe ground: werewolf territory. 


     It was dark, and even the moon was engulfed in darkness. Then something collided with the carriage's cabin and the world went rolling, all loose items launched. The next couple hours Rizal could only hunker in one of her clothing trunks, listening to the crunch of bones and the beasties that lingered outside. Gradually, the grisly sounds faded and Rizal was left to dead silence and finally and uneasy and nightmare strewn sleep.


      When she awoke, she found everyone dead. Her parents had been dragged out of the carriage, eviscerated, along with all the people of the traveling caravan. So she did what any other child would do. Cry. And then wait.  Rinse and repeat until you were so exhausted you didn't have anymore tears.


      Then the hunger set in. Being seven-years old, she had no strength to hunt, and the weather was just warm enough to melt the snow, but not enough to thaw the ground to dig up roots. So she looked to the closest source. Human corpses. She had no one to ridicule her, to stop her, or to watch. So, she leaned down, and bit at the flesh of a body. That's all it was now, she knew what death was, there was no human now, only food. You can imagine the werewolves surprise when they returned in the evening to fill their bellies only to find a young Wendigo devouring a corpse messily. 


    Rilaz, having no one now, was brought back with them later (after reverting to her human form) to their encampment of savages, and spent most of her early life in this area. There were many disputes about whether or not they should eat her, but these were quickly dismissed and Rilaz existed as another hunter of humans. 


     But after striking the same place twice, a trap was laid by the king of the day and she was captured and wrestled into submission, placed in shackles and written a death sentence. When she once again became human, she spew barely comprehensible sentences, a result of her living with an uncivilized group of cave-men.


     After thoroughly reviewing her case,  the king instead wrote a lifetime stay of execution and instead had her taught the proper language and how a human should react. This was not taken well at first by Rilaz, and often threw fits of rage and attempted to attack her tutors. But somehow, she began to revert to her 'human' self. 


      After a good decade of confinement, Rilaz was now educated and a proper human of society, and she chose to contribute to it by being a doctor. Old habits died hard and she doled out many amputations till she learned to control herself. But after some time, she retreated to the castle's physician and studied with the old hoot in the dismal and clammy parts of the castle that was his domain. She gained him as a mentor and eventually took over his position as the Royal Physician when he retired, and was the closest thing she had as a father = (that she could remember.) 


She has now been the Royal physician for nearly a hundred years, and has long since left her old ways. But sometimes, when the pang of the wild gets to strong, she slips out and goes 'hunting.' For deer of course. The kitchen's are always thankful for more meat. 


role-player: @SolistheSun, also known as me, myself and I


@mantab (I believe I'm supposed to tag you ^^ )

you may start playing as soon as you'd like :-)


here's the main: 

 

[Safety Hammer]

Work In Progress

[COLOR= rgb(152, 157, 160)] [/COLOR]
Full Name: Sir Baldur Redbrook
Nickname: The Knight with the Flaming Hair
Gender: Male
Orientation: Straight
Age: 34
Immediate family: Baldur is an orphan, but was adopted at a young age by the noble Redbrook family.
Species: Human
Birthmarks and/or scars: Has a large diagonal scar that spans across his entire torso.
Personality: 
Rank: Noble
Profession: Knight/General
Pet peeves: 
History: TBR
Other:
Roleplayer: Safety Hammer

 

[Bethari]

NAME: Prince Cassius de Soria y Silva V


NICKNAME: Cass


GENDER: Male


ORIENTATION: Straight


AGE: 18


FAMILY: King Cassius, Queen Eliose of Soria, another brother, Thalia, Courtney Pauletta


SPECIES: Human


BIRTHMARKS / SCARS: None


PERSONALITY: An arrogant fop, Cass has a tendency think himself more capable than what reality dictates.


RANK / PROFESSION: A king in training, as he often likes to remind you.


PET PEEVES: Being rushed, peasants, last year's fashions


HISTORY: WIP


ROLEPLAYER: @Bethari

 

[Ms. Sparrow]

[SIZE= 14px][COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 0)]Full Name: Azalea Silver Peterova [/COLOR][/SIZE]


[SIZE= 14px][COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 0)]Nickname/Alias: (Only known name is refered to as "A")[/COLOR][/SIZE]


[SIZE= 14px][COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 0)]Gender: Female[/COLOR][/SIZE]


[SIZE= 14px][COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 0)]Orientation: Straight[/COLOR][/SIZE]


[SIZE= 14px]Age:[/SIZE][SIZE= 12px] [/SIZE]22


[SIZE= 14px][COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 0)]Immediate family: Azalea had an older brother, who was a tailor, her mother was a known priest and healer, and her father was born a wealthy man, and remained cold and distant to everyone, so basically, her mother only cared for her and her brother. The family grew up with lots of wealth and was well known. Until there home burned down killing A's mother and brother.  [/COLOR][/SIZE]


[SIZE= 14px][COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 0)]Birthmarks and/or scars: Right over her belly button, is a strange pale crescent moon shape. She has faded small cuts here and there on her body and a barely visible long scar that's diagonally cut across her cheek as if it had been cut with a knife. [/COLOR][/SIZE]


[SIZE= 14px][COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 0)]Personality: Sarcastic, secretive, sassy, easily annoyed, untrustful, doubtful, pessimistic, negative and cocky. [/COLOR][/SIZE]


[SIZE= 14px][COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 0)]Rank/profession: Ranger/ Hunter/Thief[/COLOR][/SIZE]


[SIZE= 14px][COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 0)]Pet peeves: Talkative people, people talking back, someone talking about the scar on her cheek, the abuse of animals, and losing. She's competitive. [/COLOR][/SIZE]


[SIZE= 14px][COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 0)]History: Raised in wealth and good mannerisms with good education, Azalea was always a adventurous being, getting in trouble, her brother helped her in that matter, and the two were partners in crime, although Azalea caused more trouble, their mother scolded them, but she let them have there fun as well. Her father was cold, distant and easily angered, he was a traditionalist. The thight of Azalea running around like a madman angered him. He was hateful and angry towards the two siblings, especially Azalea. When Azalea rebelled more as a child, although her brother became more scared if their father and stopped going against the rules, Azalea had a knack for stealing, when her father found out he was enraged, so he sold her off to a man named Ancano, a wealthy man with a dark secret. She was to be wed to him at just 18. He had other plans. He practiced in the art of magic and Azaleas blood contained lots of power locked away, unlike her brother, she was born from a different mother. The power would allow him to use more magic, he wanted power, he needed it. When Azalea found out his secret, she told him if he didn't let her leave, she'd reveal his secret. Ancano lashed out and locked her up for months. Azalea convinced him she'd help him, and when she drugged him, he tore his amulet, which gave him his necromancy and fled. In a fit of rage, he burned down her family home and killed her family, although her father went missing... She's been hiding since. [/COLOR][/SIZE]


[SIZE= 14px][COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 0)]roleplayer: DarknessSpirit [/COLOR][/SIZE]

 

[Slothtastic]

Full name: Oliver Thorn
​

Aliases: Ollie, Thorn, faun, Satyr.
​

Gender: Male
​

Orientation: Heterosexual (Straight)
​

Age: 18
​

Immediate Family: None
​

Species: Satyr
​

Birthmarks/scars:
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Personality: A cheerful, alchoholic teen. If you get him upset he definitely won't be the nicest person. 
​

Profession: Mage
​

History: This Satyr was once a homeless child, he did what he could to feed himself, stealing, anything. At the age of 13 he had discovered his power, the ability to control plants and animals. Using his control over plants he made himself a tree home, a grape vine to feed himself and others. And to this day this is how he lives, except he still has to move out to buy water or supplies every now and then. One day there had been an... accident. His friend, had decided to scare him. But when he did it went horribly wrong, instead of the reaction his friend had hoped for, they had gotten a vine through their stomach. Falling to the ground they bled out. Oliver was never the same. He stayed in his home, he felt horribly ill and most of the nights he had a nightmare he had done it on purpose. His eyes a red hue with a bloody smile. He feared leaving his home. He feared other people. He feared his own power, although now he pretends to be alright, although he sticks to himself. He would NOT repeat that scene. Ever. 
​

 

[Veno]

Full Name: Kara Kallistos


Nickname/Alias: Demon of deception and trickery


Gender: Female


Orientation: Heterosexual


Age: has the appearance of a young 18 year old, though she cannot recall how long she has been living anymore, it has simply been too long.


Immediate family: Being a demon, Kara was not necessarily 'raised' by anyone, she was birthed, and she's sure she must have been cared for for the first few years of her life, however she was quickly left on her own, growing up within a vast void of loneliness. It had been so long, she has absolutely no recollection of any 'family' figures. She hardly even knows what a family is, she does not mind this though, she finds that she is perfectly fine on her own. 


Species: Demon


Birthmarks:


She has these marks, however they are a much darker red, and these marks are only on her back and right arm. 


 

Personality:


Kara can be described with many words, however a few that stand out would be her stubbornness, or mischief, her will and her non-violent attitude. She finds fun in scaring people, playing tricks on people and will spend much of her time doing just that... Though it is rare for her to kill a person without being aggravated; in fact, she is actually quiet irritated with all of the other demons for ruthlessly and mindlessly killing all of these people, its not that she cares for the people that they are killing, or that she is caring for their 'precious' life... Rather, she cares about her current place in the world, even though it is only for the night she is content in this realm, and does not want all the other to somehow fuck it up.


Kara's main emotion that she expresses would be amusement, a grin plastered across her face, with light shimmering within her red optics, however a look of cold dullness may be common as well. It is rare for her to ever show feelings such as fear or sorrow- in fact, she had never felt such emotions before, not that she can remember at least. She is usually rather calm, however certain things can tick her off. 


Rank / Profession: N/A


Pet Peeves:


- Being Confined in a small area.


- People who are too boring


- She has grown quite annoyed of the constant, high pitched screams that she is subjected to every night.


- idiocy


- Arrogance


History:
As a demon, Kara's life has been surrounded by death and slaughter her whole conscious life, of course, she isn't necessarily fazed by the death of others, as nearly all demons, she has grown numbed to the thought of killing another creature, it's simply something that happens all of the time- it happens all around her. Kara's life as a demon has been pretty bland, she is alive but doesn't consider herself actually 'living', because of this, she is often searching for ways to entertain herself, this happens to be playing tricks.


Kara doesn't gain much to any satisfaction by just randomly killing anyone, however she does mischievously enjoy messing with people in particular ways, or even just observing people she can sometimes find as a good time killer. 


That being said, she wouldn't be reluctant to kill, she simply sees no point in it at the moment, ever since demons had been introduced to the human realm, even though it is now only within the night she has been much more content, and finds much more amusement as she finds humans and all these creatures to be quite amusing.


Other:


IMPORTANT


Despite not practicing deadly tendencies often, Kara is actually a rather powerful demon, and it would be correct for mortals to be afraid of her.


She has a multitude of abilities which include, Transportation- this is limited to her field of view, however this restriction comes with a perk, while she cant do single, far transportation, she can do quick transportation one after the other, allowing for fast travel. 


Her main ability would be that of deception, she can alter the perception of a person, altering their senses and inducing certain 'hallucinations' to all 5 senses. She could have a person see, hear, feel, smell, and even taste- if they were to taste whatever the hallucination is for some reason- a person running towards them, when in reality nothing would be there. She is highly skilled in this ability and can make some truly terrifying, and interesting hallucinations, she can use this on multiple people at once, however if she conducts these hallucinations on to too many people at once, or create too many hallucinations at once, these hallucinations could begin to 'glitch' out, and lost their realistic feel. 


It would be nearly impossible for someone to break out of her psychological grip, unless they had trained for decades in the art of blocking out hallucinations, which would take unbelievable amounts of time meditating and what not.


A few other smaller, common abilities would be how she heals faster than mortals, has a higher pain tolerance and, simply out of much practice and knowledge, she can usually tell when someone is trying to trick her.


Combat wise, Kara is extremely fast, and agile, she has very powerful legs, and could muster up a rather destructive kick- however, she does lack just a bit in upper arm strength.


Roleplayer: @Veno

Full Name: Riley Lanister


Nickname/Alias: Rye, Shorty.


Gender: Female


Orientation: Straight


Age: 16


Immediate family: She lost her mother at a very young age, however her father is still alive- Her father is Marcus Lanister, a truly talented blacksmith, it is believed that he is the best in the world. However he left about one year ago, leaving into another kingdom, Riley decided to stay here.


Species: Human


Birthmarks: 


She has a few nearly completely faded scars on her palms, fingers and even arms- presumably very old burns from when she had just started out in the art of blacksmith.


Personality:


 Riley is an incredibly vibrant and enthusiastic individual- She almost always has a smile running across her small face. She is incredibly strong willed and will never back down from a challenge, she often faces problems head on and is quite confident. In addition, she is also slightly quick tempered in a way- especially if someone were to mock her height, she would probably hit them back with a sassy remark... However, she would never hurt even a fly.


Riley is pretty tough for her age, but she is really a sweet girl, she shows nothing less but kindness to nearly everyone, showing warmth, compassion and care as she puts others before herself. She is witty and sharp tongued. 


Despite her toughness though, demons and creatures of the night do terrify her, she may act all tough and mighty, however she`ll likely be moments away from tears if she were to encounter a demon. 


Rank / Profession: Blacksmith


Pet Peeves:


- People calling her out on how short she is.


- People assuming she is weak


- Peopling assuming she is incapable because of her young age. 


History:


Riley is quite simple, she did not have a mother while growing up, but her father filled in that gap as he showed her undying love and compassion, he truly was the best father in her eyes. He is a huge, tall, strong man, but has a heart of gold. From the young age of 3 he began teaching her the ways of blacksmith, and she was a pure natural at it, and now, she is a near expert.


Other:


She is a great blacksmith, and since she spends so much time hammering iron, she has grown considerably strong in her back, abdomen and arms.


Roleplayer: @Veno

Full Name: Zeryph


Nickname/Alias: Bringer of chaos and destruction, Destroyer of heavens, Deaths competitor.


Gender: Male


Orientation: Asexual


Age:  Thousands upon thousands of years old.


Immediate family:


 He has no known family, if he did have one, it can easily be assumed that he would have murdered them.


Species: Ancient demon of the sins. 


Birthmarks: 


Zeryph has odd black markings traced all along his back and both of his arms, a few of these markings even snake up his torso and neck, these markings seem to resemble vines, or thick, barbed strings/wires.


He seems to always have some blood on him, whether its on his clothing, his wings, or his face, he will always have the blood of his countless victims on show. 


Personality:


There is not much to say about his personality, he is quite literally the physical form of all of the sins, Wraith, Greed, Gluttony, Lust- for power and destruction, Envy, Pride and sloth. He is a maniac for power, a sadist and a complete psychopath, he finds incredible joy in the screams of the people, the feeling of their blood splattering across his face and the satisfaction of consuming their souls. he has a god fixation, and is intent on become a god and destroying this world, enslaving or murdering every creature that inhabits it. 


He will even surpass death himself. 


Rank / Profession: N/A


Pet Peeves:


The sound of a beating heart.


The sound of someone else breathing.


When his victims are still alive.


History:


His history is far more than a mystery, no one really knows where he came from or how he came to be or why he is so bat-shit crazy, however, all that is known is that he is ancient, having living from nearly the dawn of time. 


Other:


IMPORTANT


Zeryph is incredibly powerful, he can, and definitely does kill people in a heartbeat- he is the silent killer. With long claws equipped upon his fingertips, he can shove his hand through a persons chest with incredible ease, he can teleport at will and has incredible self-healing abilities. He has insane pain tolerance, to the point where he could have multiple stab-wounds, and may not even notice. He is physically powerful, and could likely kill someone simply with his own punch if he wished, of course though, he would not ever make someone die in such a boring way- he would make sure a death would be painful and entertaining. 


His main ability is pupeteering, he can take control of the bodies of countless amounts of people at one time, controlling them as well as even peering straight into their soul- he can look into their fears, lies, hates, loves- everything, essentially worming his way into his victims head. This ability is not limited to mortals. 


Attempting to go against this man on your own is futile, and will end in ultimate doom.


Zeryph was obviously not born with these god-like abilities, he was not always this powerful, throughout his years of living, he had consumed millions of souls, more than any demon has ever even thought of- the consumption of all of those souls is the reasoning for his god-like capabilities. 


Roleplayer: @Veno

Full Name: Eric Moore.


Nickname/Alias: N/A


Gender: Male


Orientation: Straight


Age: 26


Immediate family: 


His immediate family is unknown, his father, mother and what-not have not ever been seen, or even spoken about by anyone that knows Eric. 


Species: Elf


Birthmarks: 


He has a brutal, long scar right across his whole back, the scar represents a wound that had clearly been deep, and life-threatening.


Personality:


Eric is incredibly analytical, he seems to always speak in a rather professional dialect, he is calm, collected and usually has a fairly bland look across his features. He can get a little irritated easily, however, he will usually respond to such irritation with mature calmness- although in some cases, such as when he is conversing or even in the same room of Riley, he will often be seen giving out sharp, harsh and rude remarks. He is caring and gentle, traits needed for someone of his occupation. He will often go out of his way to help others, however would show minimal gratitude to someone who would risk themselves to help him. 


He does not show much emotion, especially joy- he is always seen with a calm, expressionless appearance, occasionally a tick of annoyance or anger visible within his eyes, though that is all. One would be lucky to catch a small smirk upon his lips. He is considerably quiet as well.


He is very clever.


He is great with children, this is probably the only time one may see him smiling- however even then, he is not smiling genuinely, it a smile for the sake of the children.


Rank / Profession: Doctor/Physician, he is the top one in the kingdom, and is often employed by the royals to patch up the knights, guards, and even check on the king, queen and their offspring. 


Pet Peeves:


"Riley Lanister, Tch- she's just an annoying brat with a big mouth"


- Demons, or any creature from the dark realm- he despises them, and usually won't hesitate to kill them, or hand them over to the researcher. 


- The sound of bells. 


History:


His history is unknown to the majority of people, as he does not talk about it at all. He came from a foreign kingdom, and created a position for himself here as one of the top doctors, aiding all villagers and even royals in their medical needs. Within the inside of his jacket pocket, he carries a small photograph, protected within a sealed plastic bag- the picture has a beautiful young woman standing with a bright smile across her perfectly pale skin, her hair tied into a low ponytail and pulled over her shoulder, a beautiful baby girl held within her arms as the sun shines at them from behind, illuminating the meadow that they stood in. 


Other:


He is not only skilled in the art of medicines and operation, he is also considerably skilled with a sword- however he does not carry this around, he does keep this in the back room of his clinic. 


Roleplayer: @Veno

 

[Darth Gangsta]

[SIZE= 16px][COLOR= rgb(39, 42, 52)]Full Name: Tyrkir Skidisson[/COLOR][/SIZE]


[SIZE= 16px][COLOR= rgb(39, 42, 52)]Nickname/Alias: The Fiend of the North[/COLOR][/SIZE]


[SIZE= 16px][COLOR= rgb(39, 42, 52)]Gender: Male[/COLOR][/SIZE]


[SIZE= 16px][COLOR= rgb(39, 42, 52)]Orientation: Heterosexual[/COLOR][/SIZE]


[SIZE= 16px]Human Age: 56[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 16px]Wendigo Age: 201[/SIZE]


[COLOR= rgb(39, 42, 52)][SIZE= 16px]Immediate family: Both his parents were Wendigo, both parents dead[/COLOR][/SIZE]


[SIZE= 16px]Species: Wendigo Sentinal (more commonly known as Fiends)[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 16px]Birthmarks and/or scars: Has multiple scars on his chest, face and back.[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 16px]Personality: Tyrkir is a hermit and keeps to himself as much as he can. If he does have to socialize, he doesn't do any unnecessary talking (e.g greetings, formalities) and it is guaranteed he will be rude to you if you interact with him in any way.  [/SIZE]


Rank/profession: N/A


Pet peeves:


- Socializing


- People


[SIZE= 16px]- Judgmental people [/SIZE]


- Noise


History: WIP


other:


roleplayer: @Darth Gangsta

 

[mantab]

all characters accepted x

 

[Roth Sven Alumni]

WIP!!! NOT FINISHED YET!!!!


Picture and/or description :


Normal form

True Form

Full Name: Mexoch KnaelheNickname/Alias: Meox[SIZE= 14px]Gender: Male[/SIZE]Orientation: [SIZE= 12px]Heterosexual[/SIZE]Age:[SIZE= 12px] Early 20's (human) Early 20,000's (reaper)[/SIZE]Immediate family: (Who raised your character? A bit about their guardians/parents or siblings etc?)Species: [SIZE= 12px]Demon Reaper Hybrid[/SIZE]Birthmarks and/or scars:  One long scar that runs under his eyes.


Personality: (Mood? Attitude? Etc) 


Rank/profession: Freelance Warrior


Pet peeves: Idiocy


History:


other: he hasn't had to use his true form yet, nor does he know it exsists


roleplayer: @las0r0o7

 

[FTR]

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Thrall examples: /monthly_2016_11/necroblargh_by_torture_device-d6pu75c.thumb.jpg.5f50d90aaef668727e80c42a671416a8.jpg/monthly_2016_11/dogwalker_concept_by_torture_device.thumb.jpg.9b1337922644ae37c8c12dea36c280cf.jpg
Full Name: Ikarnolethatep (Beta Strand)



Nickname/Alias: The Corruption, Ika



Gender: Female appearance



Orientation: Pansexual



Age: rogue strand of an ancient parasitic hivemind



Immediate family: Irurezethoth (Alpha strand)



Species: Hivemind Parasite



Birthmarks and/or scars: none



Personality: Being only a few thousand years old, Ikarnolethatep or Ika is possesses a characteristically young personality, complete with a love for sarcasm, dark humor, and being generally obnoxious while on her mission of consumption. She will intently seek out ways and opportunities to create tension and just simply be a pain in the ass. In terms of drive, Ika is significantly lazier than her parent strand and doesn't really concern herself with the speed or scale of the spread of her influence, despite it being her only purpose, and actually sees it more as a gift she can give to the pathetic existence she sees life to be. Though her powers and very existence is one of death, destruction and defilement she's not overtly villainous, it just happens to be her nature. In reality, Ika believes she's doing everyone a favor by absorbing them and freeing them from the eternal struggle of life and death "empowering them into perpetuity". However, being the complex creature that she is, her disposition is fluid and prone to change or even complete polarization resulting in behaviors that can range from standoffish to jolly and noble to slaughtering and absorbing innocents simply out of boredom. 



Rank/profession: Hivemind



Pet peeves: Being ignored, prudes and prigs, the destruction of her "babies", resistance to her and people who take things too seriously



History: Following a "cleansing" of countless worlds and their release from Irurezethoth's (Alpha Strand) control, the coalition of divinities who perpetrated the act proceeded to imprison Iru in another realm which was then locked in a magical box. Ika was born when Iru mutated and splintered off a piece of himself so it couldn't be tracked by his attackers, ensuring his legacy could live on. Ika spent the majority of her time up until currently covertly harvesting other beings to create her very own Pith or Crux; a hidden point of origin from which she exerts her power thus allowing her to minimize the risk of annihilation through the destruction of her thralls. After innumerable trials and errors she mastered the art of organic material manipulation allowing her to create both horrific abominations and convincing humanoids, given the resources, (though she's still working out the kinks) and not a moment too soon what with the veil opening. 



Other: 


Abilities- limitless control over organic materials, basic understanding and command over the abilities of the creatures she's absorbed (mostly animals and lesser demons up till now, nothing special), near invincibility unless her Crux is destroyed, can infect through spores or attack, infection is mostly benign until time of death but does induce hallucinations and increases propensity for violence and suicide, legion of undead at disposal. 


Hideously deformed instances are more widespread since they are easier to form while the more living looking ones are less frequent, yet still discernible from living people given the fact there is generally something off about them physically and are incredibly warm to the touch. 


Weaknesses- Incineration, electricution, being frozen, anything that renders tissue useless or destroys the ability to jury-rig life functions, obliteration, disintegration, exploding.... you get the idea.



Roleplayer: Olivia Acerbi


( @Destructus Kloud explicitly said I could be a menace to everything so this is me doing just that >) 

 

[SidTheSkid]

Valyria's appearance when her skin is completely submerged in water.

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Valyria's appearance if her skin is exposed to oxygen or if she's upon land.

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[SIZE=13.333333333333332px]Full Name:[/SIZE][SIZE=13.333333333333332px] Valyria S. Melpomene[/SIZE]


[SIZE=13.333333333333332px]Nickname/Alias: [/SIZE][SIZE=13.333333333333332px]The Silver Haired Beauty (Most of the Fishermen), She-Devil (Speciesist or other types of characters who dislike Valyria), etc. [/SIZE]


[SIZE=13.333333333333332px]Gender:[/SIZE][SIZE=13.333333333333332px] Female[/SIZE]


[SIZE=13.333333333333332px]Orientation:[/SIZE][SIZE=13.333333333333332px] Pansexual (Inclined a bit towards the male gender but doesn’t mind having a female paramour.)[/SIZE]


[SIZE=13.333333333333332px]Age:[/SIZE][SIZE=13.333333333333332px] 23, due to Valyria’s aquatic sort of genus the senescence process is exceedingly time-consuming and is comparable to that of Mollusca phlyum where her life-span is able to reach up to 600 years and over depending on her species health and lifestyle. Salt-water as well as relatively normal water in general acts also as a cosmetic product with a Siren’s skin, making it so that their appearance is seemingly young and full of vivacity which also seems to attract scruffy sailors and fishermen. [/SIZE]


[SIZE=13.333333333333332px]Immediate family:[/SIZE][SIZE=13.333333333333332px] “Shockingly” She’s actually one of the descendants of Melpomene otherwise known as “The Muse of Tragedy.” Whom is often represented as a young beautiful woman donning a tragic mask while being outfitted with a decorative and silky long-sleeved garment, not to mention she wore an intriguing wreath around her forehead which consisted of veins and various fruits. Melpomene has given birth to a multitude of sirens over a series of decades and one of the most notable being Valyria as she was described by Melpomene herself to have an enchanting voice which could only be rivaled by that of an angel. Unfortunately the praise that she once received had now been replaced with hostility and bitterness as Valyria branched off from the traditional ways and had decided to pursue her own destiny whether that be for good or evil. [/SIZE]


[SIZE=13.333333333333332px]Species:[/SIZE][SIZE=13.333333333333332px] Ancient Siren (Valyria’s veins pump vigorously with the blood of Melpomene, meaning her abilities are a bit separate in comparison to other Sirens.) [/SIZE]


[SIZE=13.333333333333332px]Birthmarks and/or scars: [/SIZE][SIZE=13.333333333333332px]Three inch laceration scar alongside her right forearm from an unwanted interaction with a colossal sea serpent during her previous voyages in abyssopelagic layer of the expansive ocean, multi-colored scales near her bottom fin which varies in numerous shades of green, Valyria is also distinguished for her odd scales which seem to give off  a bright fluorescence during a moonlit night.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=13.333333333333332px]Personality: [/SIZE][SIZE=13.333333333333332px]Unlike the majority of her species, Valyria absolutely adores human-beings and other races alike as they’re known for their silver-tongued diction and having a way of living which always seems to be a tad bit different from one another as none of them tend to act the same. She also happens to have a histrionic personality disorder meaning that she craves the attention of men, women, and other sentient beings who happen to shower her in admiration. Valyria is also known to be quite flaunty with her aptitude as it seems to attract the awareness of bystanders that happen to be nearby at the time. [/SIZE]


[SIZE=13.333333333333332px]Rank/profession:[/SIZE][SIZE=13.333333333333332px] Fisheries Worker/Entertainer/Professional attention-seeker. Valyria can often be seen swimming throughout the vast rivers of Silvia either scoping out rare assortments of fish, enjoying the scenery, or just traveling from location to location. However you’ll always tend to spot her in the waterfront only a couple of miles away from Silvia where she usually basks in the glorious compliments of those that horde around her. [/SIZE]


[SIZE=13.333333333333332px]Pet peeves: [/SIZE][SIZE=13.333333333333332px]Men/Women who make an effort to steal away the spotlight, Impertinent beings that decide to lash out insults at her, and people who deliberately ignore her. [/SIZE]


[SIZE=13.333333333333332px]Abilities: Icthyoid manipulation[/SIZE][SIZE=13.333333333333332px] (She is able to influence/control all variations of fish except for Mermaids and other powerful aquatic beings.), [/SIZE][SIZE=13.333333333333332px]Hydrokinesis[/SIZE][SIZE=13.333333333333332px] (Can create, shape, and manipulate water. She can change it from one state to another such as steam or solid ice.) [/SIZE][SIZE=13.333333333333332px]Symphonic mind-control[/SIZE][SIZE=13.333333333333332px] (Note: [/SIZE][SIZE=13.333333333333332px]this will not affect anyone’s character unless they wish to be affected by it[/SIZE][SIZE=13.333333333333332px], Valyria’s soft-tone has the ability to toy with the cognitive functions of men and women.) [/SIZE][SIZE=13.333333333333332px]Siren Physiology [/SIZE][SIZE=13.333333333333332px](Enhanced physical strength, agility,  etc. Out of water is able to adapt to another form of Siren which is able to develop wings that sprout out from his or her backside. Last but not least she can transition her both of her hands into talon-like monstrosities for defensive and offensive purposes.)[/SIZE]


[SIZE=13.333333333333332px]Weaknesses: [/SIZE][SIZE=13.333333333333332px]Pyromancy (Out of water), her attention-seeking personality often causes her to be quite gullible, she is also vulnerable to any form of ice/frost magic or anything that is able to limit her movement.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=13.333333333333332px]Strengths: [/SIZE][SIZE=13.333333333333332px]Being near oceans, lakes, and other bodies of water. Because of her rare lineage she is able to transition the bottom half of her body into a relatively normal human-like state which gives her the ability to walk on land. Though she may be guilty of giving into compliments, Valyria is an expert in manipulating others with her charming appearance which is complimented by her prepossessing voice which usually lowers the guard of those who may underestimate her abilities. [/SIZE]


[SIZE=13.333333333333332px]History: [/SIZE][SIZE=13.333333333333332px]Born in the Hadalpelagic Zone, relatively 36,100 ft beneath the topsoil horizon existed  multifarious Siren hatchlings and one of them included Valyria who soon broke free of her embryo-like state and immediately reaching childhood where she frolicked alongside a few other of her sisters that hatched only decades later from her birth. During her adolescent years she spent most of her time dabbling in sea exploration with a couple of her siblings and usually breaking off from the ‘school’ of sirens against her matriarch's will so that she could venture off and oogle at the sight of tremendously large ships and fishing boats which contained various species one of them being humans which she had grown fond of over the years because of their exuberant personalities and compassionate words, developing into a strong addiction for them. However she was exiled from her existing family as she did not conform to the ways of the Siren and was forced to live out only a few miles away from the seaport, little did they know that they were giving her the opportunity that she so wished for, to finally interact with a different species that she had not been familiarized with. During her teenage years she had finally built up the courage to encounter a group of sailors making their way back to the Kingdom of Krorial which to her surprise greeted her with ‘open arms’. As they had been entranced by the young woman’s surreal beauty which was uncommon in comparison to those that they usually see. Because of this they had gifted her an opportunity to work with the fishery in order to pursue her dreams and goals of encountering new and diverse beings as well as gaining their admiration. By the age of  23 she had finally reached the pinnacle of her obsession, forgetting about her previous life and accepting this new found lifestyle that she so deeply adored while she continued to work for the fishery, often gathering groups of exotic fish to bring to the harbor and charming men and women alike with her talents and beauty. As of now Valyria still continues to work for Krorial’s marina, hoping to receive praise each and every day as she returns from her daily duties.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=13.333333333333332px]Other: [/SIZE]


[SIZE=13.333333333333332px]If Valyria’s skin emerges out from the water she is able to take on the form of someone who is more physically attractive to the eye, mainly because of her Siren heritage. This and her singing will typically allure men to her location.[/SIZE]


 

[SIZE=13.333333333333332px]Technically Valyria would be considered to be [/SIZE][SIZE=13.333333333333332px]true neutral[/SIZE][SIZE=13.333333333333332px] as she does not abide by the original ways of the Siren and she is known to be a Pescetarian, meaning that her diet only consists of  consuming fish and vegetables but not human flesh or muscle. However she isn’t hesitant to kill anyone if they get in the way of her endeavors. [/SIZE]


 

[SIZE=13.333333333333332px]Theme music. Symphonic-metal involving sea-travel and such! I lurve it. [/SIZE]





[SIZE=13.333333333333332px]Roleplayer:[/SIZE]


[SIZE=13.333333333333332px]Obsidian[/SIZE]


[SIZE=13.333333333333332px]( @Olivia Acerbi @Destructus Kloud Ayyy, i'm back. Hopefully I don't have to deal with another surgery until a while )[/SIZE]

 

[Kisaki]

Full Name:
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Noctis Aurea Angelus Hominum.Nickname/Alias: 
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Luxor , The angel of Humanity, AurumGender:
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MaleOrientation:
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Bisexual  ( more leaning to woman)Age:
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  Unknown. Looks 19Immediate family:
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Due to his species, he does not have a specific  blood relative. However , he does have a few people who he calls brother or sister. Julia is the closest to him and have a brother- sister like relationship.Species: 
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Archangel Birthmarks and/or scars: 
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A large scar that reaches across his back .
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Personality:
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  Mostly calm when he is in a good mood. However, he is easily irritated and can throw a nasty fit.
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Rank/profession:
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Main:Teacher ( professor), Side work: (butler)
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Pet peeves:
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Unclean objects or people, ignorance , fights , disobedient children , and unsweetened tea.
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History:
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Luxor was banished from heaven after a accident. His task while on the known planet was
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to learn sbout the creatures who live on it. He must also learn about his mistakes and return to
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the Heavens. However, Luxor is having a difficult time on Earth. All the creatures were
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frustrating and demons of all kinds seem to roam free on the streets. He isn't
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fond of most demons , but it seems he must get along
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with the creatures too. Luxor decided to become a teacher.
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This way he can learn about humans and the demons that live here.
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However, he never thought being a teacher would be...
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this challenging.
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other:
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 Loves to eat sweets
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He's talented at painting.
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(can switch age)
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Preteen

“.....Hi?.”


Child form

“There is no peace without the spill of blood”


Teenage

“ I wish these idiots would stop screaming at me”


Weapon


Coming soon


Roleplayer


Kisaki

 

[zenreaper]

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Full Name: Zen exodus Nickname/Alias: Quiet Darkness, Null and Void, Wicked JesterGender:maleOrientation: pansexual ( believes anything looks good when covered in its own blood )Age: (at time of death) 17 (after death) 23Immediate family: None (He's killed the only one that could be called a "guardian")Species: wendigoBirthmarks and/or scars: His lips are loosely sewn together, he has multiple sewn on limbs on and around his body  his left eye (covered by hair in the picture) is missing


Personality: Zen uses a kind demeanor and attitude to hide his demented attitude caused by is past experiences. often indifferent to the death of others.


Rank/profession: freelance assassin (aka unemployed)


Pet peeves: seeing happy families turns his stomach upside down as he never knew his. also hates being looked down upon or belittled.


History: Zen was born an orphan. For as long as he could remember he had stayed in an old foster home out in the middle of nowhere owned by an old man named James Abadale. Zen wasn't exactly content with his dwelling. the children got minimal food. and all lived and slept on the same hard, cold stone floor. after a few years of living here Zen began to notice something. after a child reached a certain age the would suddenly disappear. one night they were there. the next morning they were gone. Zen hadn't paid much attention to it until he turned 17. the orphanage was not one to celebrate birthdays so Zen was up late that night celebrating it alone when abadale appeared in front of him. before Zen had a chance to ask what he was doing there abadale stabbed him with a syringe filled with sedatives. when Zen woke up he was strapped to an upright table and felt terribly nauseous. he began to here a chuckle. it was that of abadale. as Zen tried to speak he found that his lips were sewn closed. he was absolutely helpless. for weeks and weeks he was tortured to his very limits Both physically and mentally. at some point Zen had actually died though at which he was unsure. after waking up on the fifth night of the seventh week. he heard Abadale gloating to himself "It worked....IT WORKED!" he screamed. he went on to monologue about how all his experimentation with the wendigo curse had finally succeeded.  Zen was confused  as his bounds were suddenly undone and he fell to the ground. As abagale stepped closer to him Zen was overwhelmed with rage. he waited until abadale was right in front of him and tackled him. the disoriented abadale could do nothing as Zen brutally beat him to death with his bear hands. after wards Zen simply looked at the corpse smiling madly as he licked his fingers, covered in abadale's blood. he went on to kill all of the other children in the orphanage just because he felt compelled to. after which Zen left the orphanage and wondered for a few years just randomly killing and wondering the earth for his new found eternity.


other: has a habit of laughing when others are hurt or are in pain and often enjoys smearing blood on his face after killing someone.


roleplayer: @zenreaper