Fantasy Skypirates of the Pink Pearl CS (REBOOT) (CLOSED)

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[Huntertabbysandshark3]

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  NAME: Alreen Oleeres
  NICKNAME/ALIAS: n/a
  AGE: 86
  GENDER: is subjective (Dragon)
  RACE: dragon
  
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  PERSONALITY: alreen can be somewhat abbrasive and lazy on occation, being a dragon she's just kinda like that enjoying flexing her power every now and then but Alreen is also suprisingly diligent when she actually gets off her ass to do something espeically maintance work she will often have to done before someone complains or notices. Being a dragon she is a natural horder heaven helps somethings been moved or gone missing becuse she WILL know.
  
  BACKSTORY:
  Alreen isn't the oldest of dragons not even being a century old yet she was however incredible lucky.. as many years ago she came upon a now legendary skyship known as the ageis famed for its apparent ability to function on of a own accord and the amazing treasures within.. of course the truth of the matter was the ship could function mostly autonomously with maintenance done by its soul dragon inhabitant.. and the treasure only started accumulating after she made her home there letting the vessel drift form place to place. Life was good.. until recently her home being claimed by a much larger and older dragon. Oralious Tolsimar, who most often posed as a noble/explorer.. adding the legendary vessel to his collection and giving the young dragon 2 options.. she could try and beat him in combat for the vessel… or leave and find a objects of greater value to trade for it.
  
  Now homeless she managed to pick up a few jobs here and there fixing airship something that over her years of living in one she'd become rather good at. A month later Alreen ended up on a airship run by some crazy princess on a adventure least she had a home now posing as a mechanic for the ship... she didn’t do all that well at hiding the fact she was a dragon tho.
  
  GOAL: to buy/win back her old lair
  
  RELATIONSHIPS: Oralious Tolsimar: backstory explains
  
  the Aegis: her previous home. (Not what the weapons look like)
  
  
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  dragon biology: being a dragon has its perks like a armoured hide wings. A far far better sense of smell then a human, better eyesight as well, though only applies in full dragon form.
  
  Magic sense/intuitive mechanic : alreen has a sense for airship magic and its functions and flaws. It's also the reason she prefers airships, it's also made a fairly decent mechanic when your trying to keep your home flying
  
  Form shifting: as with all dragons alreen is able to take a male and female humanoid form as well as somewhat manipulate the size of there dragon form, but only shrink it or growing it back to there natural size, in addition despite forms a dragon stomach capacity doesn't seem to change.. so if she was inclined to alreen could swallow a human whole.
  Tounge: alreen in human forms had a 1.5 meter long prehensile tounge (longer and bigger in dragon form) that acts like a extra arm. It's very resistant to damage and can form sharp ridges at its tip making it a tiny dagger or tool if need be like a screw driver. (Also good for pickpocketing)
  
  Firebreath: alreen is able to shoot of a fireball form her mouth in all her forms the shot being effective for up to 100m before dissipating. She can also use her fire breath like a blow touch at a much closer range to heat shape and weld metal helping her repair things.
  poison breath: alreen can spit spit out a mist of poison that has anti-bactiral properties
  Poison: having a sting on her tail and fangs in her mouth Arleen is capable of injecting a venom that causes the target muscle to spams, Have erratic mood swings and loss of balance personal she finds it very funny, fortunately it only last for 15 minutes
  INVENTORY: mechanics kit
  Small horde of shes "lickpockted"
  
  

 

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  NAME: Princess Alyborahvy Brignacias Cecelia Devon Eggrytte Fahrynhyt Guandilla Hoeheinheim Ignattia Jullivier Kushmere Lilliota Miranda Nephtora Olala Prostoczia von Emhyr of Therone, XII
  NICKNAME/ALIAS: Prinny, Cel, Tentacle Monster Waifu (fight me)
  AGE: 20
  GENDER: Female, probably
  RACE: Eldritch
  
  ACTUAL APPEARANCE:
  The image to the right is her usual form; however, her true form is a boneless, dark mass with countless tentacles protruding all over. A large pinkish eye sits at the central blob while various smaller versions litter her appendages. She can expand up to the size of a small room and flatten to a puddle.
  
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  GOAL: To lead a life of adventure
  
  PERSONALITY: The princess lusts for anything which could relieve her of boredom. She is a bubbly woman who dislikes mulling over desires and ideas, and instead believes that they're something to be seized the moment they come knocking. Furthermore, she's known for being overly-passionate over getting what she wants, often throwing childish tantrums if things went awry. But perhaps her most notable quirk is her blunt lasciviousness.
  
  BACKSTORY: Born as the second offspring of the eldritch King and Queen of Therone, Princess Cel was never the apple of the royal family's eye. She was more akin to a spare button, with her older brother being the esteemed heir to the throne and all. Tired of being attention-deprived and cooped up, the princess schemed to run away from the palace with the help of a friend (with benefits.) Together, they managed to "borrow" a worn-out royal ship and assemble the greatest party to ever sail the seven(?) skies and seas.
  
  RELATIONSHIPS:
  AI's character - Friend with benefits
  
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  [RACIAL] Eldritch Physiology - She can revert to her true form at any given time. Additionally, she can morph herself by expanding or compacting her boneless mass. She can also sprout more tendrils and severed ones can regrow after a short while. However, she's extremely vulnerable to fire.
  [MAGIC] Pink Beam - The court wizards of Therone truly did their best to teach the princess magic, but for some reason she never got even one spell right. What she did manage to do, however, is accidentally invent a ridiculous spell. The pink beam will cause a random effect on a target, or their surroundings, if it hit them.
  
  INVENTORY:
  A Ridiculous Amount of Gold - They're fresh from Therone's royal vault
  A Ridiculously Shiny Tiara - What's a princess without her golden tiara!?
  

 

[SweetRose]

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  NAME: Bob
  NICKNAME/ALIAS: Bobby, Bia
  AGE: 18
  GENDER: Female
  RACE: Specifics unknown due to being an orphan
  
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  PERSONALITY: Bobby is happy-go-lucky, smart, and pretty well taught. She is a talented and well-trained pilot. She is generally nice if a little clueless and a lot dense. There are two key points to understand about her if you want to figure her out. First she was raised to be a pilot and a temple warrior. She is well trained, and even somewhat experienced in both fields. However in functional terms she is also basically a nun who was orphaned shortly after her birth and raised entirely within a religious convent. She isn’t a true believer and no longer exactly abides by their rules, but she was raised to them. She doesn’t exactly have a normal perspective or expectations of the world
  
  BACKSTORY: Bobby was orphaned well before she could ever remember anything. She was picked up by the temple ship Gra-Arakshur before she was even a toddler and delivered to their caretakers. Her name was given to her because the first thing the nurses who would raise her saw was her bob-tail poking out of the basket. At a young age she was sorted into the warrior-pilot program, those who would grow up to fight for the temple ship and either pilot the smaller ships they used for swarm combat, or if they were truly exceptional pilot the temple ship itself. However as she grew up she never quite grew into the temple’s teachings. She took to the temple’s martial art and piloting training like a duck to water, but never quite grew devout.
  
  Eventually she grew restless and bored. A few weeks after she turned eighteen the temple ship was in the mountains near a city and she was sent out as part of a guard escort to one of the smaller ships to procure supplies. She didn’t return with the ship. Since then she has been looking for work and adventure with some issues. It turns out swearing that you are an experienced and trained pilot doesn’t mean a whole lot when you don’t have any documentation. The Pink Pearl was simply the first ship that was willing to take a risk on an unknown pilot, mostly because she came very cheaply, basically just for food and board.
  
  GOAL: Adventure and exploring a world beyond the temple ship
  
  RELATIONSHIPS: None from before. Leaving the temple ship automatically excommunicates her and she was nowhere near important enough for that to be an actual problem.
  
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  Racial, Physical; Her unknown race has left her with a few gifts beyond her appearance. Firstly and most obviously her hearing is extremely sensitive, although she can control this to a limited extent with the position of her ears. They are also emotive which can be somewhat counter-productive. If her ears are tucked down and not moving her hearing is many times better than a human’s and she is calm. She can angle and open her ears to make her hearing even better and more focused. She is also naturally stronger and more agile than humans overall, but in particular her legs are shockingly powerful. They are incredibly good for jumping and similar acrobatics, but also being kicked by them has been accurately compared to being kicked by a horse on the good steroids. Generally speaking you do not want to be on the wrong end of her legs. She once nervously kicked at the ground under her while piloting and punched through the floor of the ship accidentally.
  
  Trained, Magical, Temple Hare; As a child of the temple-ship she was also trained in part as a temple keeper. She never took to this as much she did her training as a warrior-pilot, but she still reached a base level of competency. As a temple keeper she was trained to be able to perceive and interact with the intangible in the world around her. At a baseline level she can see and physically interact with things others cannot. This ignores intangibility or invisibility effects. She can also see a little into what a thing truly is, although this ability is somewhat finicky and unreliable.
  
  Trained, Magical, Spirit Warrior; As a part of studying spirits she learned how to use her own soul to similar effects. In practical terms this allows her to do a few things. First and most simply she can simply exert her Self over an area, claiming and thereby being able to sense activity within it. Everything else about this ability develops from that initial mastery of the Self and it’s boundaries. This ability is developed as a part of the temple warrior training, to allow for both ranged attacks and enhanced melee attacks. She can use this to create blasts of spiritual energy at range, or she can use this to create extensions of her limbs to empower her physical attacks with spiritual power. She can also use this to create temporary weapons of spiritual energy. Lastly as one of the relatively rarer masters of this technique she can create a full-body spiritual projection that sizably increases her power and is roughly shaped like her. However this is extremely exhausting and makes her spirit vulnerable.
  
  Trained, Physical, Warrior Pilot; She is an extremely talented, very well trained pilot and warrior. She is adept with a number of different sizes of ship, and a couple different styles, with an academic understanding of many others. She reached a level of true mastery with the Temples martial art that completed her training entirely. She still has much room to grow and develop, but the forms and techniques she understands intimately.
  
  INVENTORY:
  Temple Garb, Enchanted; The garb of a graduated temple warrior, she wears this at almost all times. It can be adjusted in quite a few ways and is self cleaning and self repairing. It provides protection roughly equivalent to basic metal armor over her full body despite its revealing nature. It also has a pair of very small pockets of holding at her hip, each roughly equivalent to to a small bag. She mainly uses this for it’s ability to store and preserve snacks, although she also keeps what little money she has in them.
  
  Pocket Contents: She has a few random time-frozen snacks tucked away along with some alcohol and a little money.
  
  

 

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✣ Hildr ✣

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  NAME: Hildefellir
  NICKNAMES: Hildr, Spirit Granguardian
  ALIAS: Fjörgyn, a Minor Nature Deity of Fair Harvest
  
  AGE: 90 Years Old
  GENDER: Undefined
  RACE: Ship Spirit
  
  
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  PERSONALITY: Once a reserved and stoic spirit of the famed Pink Pearl that braved gales and windstorms galore, little of Hildefellir remains such a respectable spirit, their behaviour holding quite a bit less restraint and moderation than before. Although more impetuous compared to their time as the representative of the Pink Pearl, their tendency to play out dramatics occasionally shames them when they’re in the mood to contemplate their questionable life choices. Forgiving of most offences, the spirit prefers to back down from aggressive arguments leading nowhere to keep the peace—though it usually just ends up making the other party more irate with their seemingly lukewarm attitude.
  
  BACKSTORY: After a decade or two of varying levels of affectionate care from captains and crews, a grand airship that had gone through as many name revisions as its residents birthed a tiny spirit that was later named “Hildr” for luck in airborne battles. Hildefellir was a conscientious spirit who cherished the ship and the crews that came with it, but their enjoyment slowly eroded away as countless seasons and people passed from their sight. Eighty years of being confined to the Pink Pearl led to their reckless decision of leaping from ship to fallen figurehead after a particularly nasty bump near a mountain peak broke the statue from the bow. The likeness of the sculpted figurehead was similar enough to a local deity revered in the mountains that they too started being worshipped as an incarnation of that same goddess. That little mistake on the villagers’ part became the spirit’s first step in an enticing new world of false deification and consumable offerings, forever changing their formerly sensible disposition.
  
  But like all good things, it didn’t last long. Ostentatious displays of their abilities, harsh winds at the apex of the mountain range and severe cold weather chipped at the anchor of their spiritual body. Educated believers began to be skeptical of Hildr’s all style and no substance manifestations after seeing the greater magic-using societies outside of their scattered village. As the climate worsened one winter and their beloved deity of fair harvest did nothing for their plight, mountain dwellers ceased their trips up to the summit to pay their respects for more practical applications of their energy. After that year, less and less villagers came to the figurehead to pray or present provisions until they simply stopped coming. Assuming that the people were merely busy with everyday toil, Hildr waited a year, then two before finally recognizing the situation for what it was. Disheartened and ashamed, they departed the mountains to withdraw to their old home, the aged Pink Pearl.
  
  GOAL: To one day eat until they burst.
  
  RELATIONSHIPS:
  The Pink Pearl - A reliable residence.
  
  
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  RACIAL | Airship Operation - Hildr knows the ins and outs of airships made using near-equivalent interior structure to the airship they were born on, and they can control the mechanical specifics of the Pink Pearl.
  RACIAL | Aerial Navigation - Wayfinding is a breeze if Hildefellir is up in the range of the average aircraft.
  
  MAGICAL | Morning Mist - Hildr can release mist in the vicinity of their form, though the quantity is only sufficient to blur appearances and the mist cannot rise above their chest.
  MAGICAL | Currents of Wind - Creation of small breezes and picking up lightweight items by manipulating common gases is an ability of Hildefellir's.
  
  SKILL | Amateurish Acting - Exactly as it sounds like.
  
  INVENTORY: A weather-worn children’s carving of the Pink Pearl’s figurehead, a tattered bag of grain and other harvest offerings, and a heirloom necklace offered by a pious worshipper.
  
  

 

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  NAME: Watson Capulet
  NICKNAME/ALIAS: Watts
  AGE: 18
  GENDER: Male
  RACE: Ghost (formerly human)
  
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  Watson was a tsundere, studious student who in the past had nothing but a dedication towards his studies and saw himself as a superior being. While nothing has changed since he died, the severity of those emotions has dumbed down. Watson is still an utter nerd and has an insatiable hunger for knowledge, has trouble expressing emotions, is quite haughty, and uses a lot of fancy words (often incorrectly) to appear smarter, often to an embarrassing degree.
  
  Watson has a crack cocaine addiction, is a perfectionist, dislikes authority, and absolutely hates perverts (even though he himself is one). Although he isn't a fan of fighting, he has no qualms against fighting without morals if it is his duty to do so. He tends to assume quite a few things from body language and is frequently wrong about what he's assuming.
  
  Watson loves plants and his living space is often infested with plants. After his death, he has created as big of dedication to studying as taking care of his plants. With time to relax and not be in a competitive school environment, Watson prefers to be a couch potato and is frequently sleepy.
  
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  Watson was born in a baker family, yet from a young age he rejected the role he was given in society (being inheriting the baker business) and instead studied magic and went to school. At the young age of 14, Watson had already gotten into college, triple majoring in aerodynamics, magic research (with a focus on water magic), and history. Despite the pressure put on him, he somehow managed to succeed and graduate. On his day of graduation, Watson was ecstatic. He woke up early, remembered to water his pet cactus, and went out to feed his cocaine addiction (which he had used as a coping mechanism in his last few months of college).
  
  Then an anchor fell out of the sky and whacked Watson in the head, killing his instantly. Graduation day was ruined.
  
  He was hit so hard on the head with the anchor that he was bound to it, and has unwillingly served on the Pink Pearl as the friendly resident poltergeist. At least he got a posthumous degree and lost his cocaine addiction. And without having to deal with the shit associated with life, Watson was able to let loose-- discover sexuality, try out new ways of dressing, and stay up all night.
  
  GOAL: Steal the anchor and get the hell off of the Pink Pearl, but without being a disappointment and burden to the members of the Pink Pearl
  
  RELATIONSHIPS: Currently in development. I'd assume he has a decently good relationship with Hildr despite the fact she's responsible for his death.
  
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  • [Race] Incorporeal: Unless Watson possesses something, he cannot be harmed. He also cannot touch anything other than the item he has been bound to, being the anchor.
  • [Race] Poltergeist: Watson can possess objects. His favorite is the oversized teddy bear in his room. He can also freely move items around. This is a racial skill.
  • [Magic] Water Magic: Watson knows perfect water magic, although he can't demonstrate this since he's a ghost. If he needs to water his cactus or something, he'll do it as a teddy bear. A teddy bear using water magic to water a cactus... that's a sight to see. A learned skill.
  • [Skill] Aerodynamics: Watson can help maintain and improve the ship (theoretically) using his aerodynamics major from college.
  • [Skill] History Buff: The third of Watson's majors, and his weakest one.
  
  INVENTORY: Teddy bear (giant life-size plushy), anchor, a bunch of books for studying, lots and lots of plants.
  
  

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General Name: Watson Capulet Nickname: Watts Age: 18 Gender: Male Race: Ghost Personality: ISTJ-T (Type A) Alignment: Neutral Sexuality: Unknown

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[Xanto]

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  NAME: Balthazar Axel Velaris
  
  NICKNAME/ALIAS: Axel, Baz
  
  AGE: 23
  
  GENDER: Male
  
  RACE: "City Elf"
  
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  PERSONALITY: He's the cold, mysterious twist to anyone's day. Axel carries himself like a nonchalant gentleman with an air of composure. He seems detached at first, quite skeptical of others to begin with. However, the guy somehow manages to smoothly maneuver his way through even the thickest of tensions. Make no mistake in underestimating his straightforwardness though. Now imagine the quality paired with an unorthodox way of life. Complementing his dark vibe is an unusually spontaneous atmosphere he emits to those around him. Though he lives and breathes the true meaning of loyalty, a definition he's always lived by.
  
  BACKSTORY: Born and raised as a gentleman with a higher background, Balthazar hailed from a long line of high-class elves from the western most part of Therone. All was chill until his community was literally set ablaze. The trauma was so great he couldn't remember that much waking up the next morning. All Axel knew was that he woke up on a mode of transport, and got hauled across the land lost with no contact at 15. Then, he found Lune. Both struggled to acquire scraps together through thieving. The two of them created a bond unlike any other after travelling back west to find his family. But they weren't there. So, the duo ventured throughout the land eventually making it back to where they began. Along the way, he managed to establish an extensive general network. Axel found value in every being's work, seeing it beneficial to have contacts in many places . . unlike before. Meanwhile, Lune spotted out the thieves in their network. Axel utilized the network to their advantage, gaining rewards while driving stakeholders from both sides of the spectrum into a win-win situation.
  
  Anyway, one day Lune and Axel wander onto an empty ship. They basically popped up randomly walking through like they owned the place. Then, they ran into the crew.
  
  GOAL: To expand his business empire network across the entire world.
  
  RELATIONSHIPS:
  Lune: Partner-In-Crime
  
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  Magic: Darkness Manipulation - Axel can create, shape and manipulate darkness and shadows. His ability ranges from forming dark clouds to building dark constructs. He can also channel darkness as an absence of light and a solid substance.
  
  Magic: Shadow Travel - Links to Darkness Manipulation. Axel can teleport others as well as himself through distances via shadows.
  
  Magic/Racial: Enhanced Strength - Rune branded onto his chest, initially thought of as a familial tattoo. Turns out it gave him as well as other recipients enhanced strength.
  
  Skills: Parkour | Networking | Negotiations | Combat | Thieving | Whittling | Knife Flipping
  
  INVENTORY: Butterfly knife, whittling knife, small chunk of wood, and some money.
  
  

 

[Colorless Spectrum]

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  NAME: Celica Lune
  NICKNAME/ALIAS: Cel, Lune
  AGE: 21
  GENDER: Female
  RACE: Banshee
  
  A reference to her color scheme
  
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  PERSONALITY: Watch out for your pockets and make sure that you keep your items locked up because chances are, Lune has already taken it from you. She can't help it, especially the ones with the color red. She's wild and more often than not speaks like she has a voice enhancer with her. She's often found talking to items of her possession as if they have a soul, and often laughing maniacally as if she just heard the best joke in all of Therone. Last but not least, explosives. She has an eternal love for it, the flashier and louder it is the better! She'll light one up for fun if she's feeling like it, but make no mistake, while she acts like a mere fool she is one of the best demolitionists there is. A genius in creating explosives and spreading destruction.
  
  BACKSTORY:
  As a banshee, Lune has always been haunted by the dead. She doesn't fit in, she's treated as an outcast except for one person. He was an explosives maker, mainly creating fireworks for events, Lune's adoptive father. He found her one snowy night by his doorstep, a crying baby wrapped in a sheet, had he not answered the door she would have been dead. As she grew up, she in turn heard voices in her head, and the older she got the louder they became. Sometimes they even manifested in front of her. This gave her a constant nightmare as a child, asking for favors, letting their rage out on her, she tried her best to ignore it but it wasn't enough.
  
  People would often look at her weirdly when she suddenly gives out a squeak, spoke to literally nothing, and especially when she speaks of the dead. Even her adoptive sister was afraid of her. But Alaric only showed her kindness. One day, she took interest in what he was working on. Explosives. She saw how pretty they are when lit and blasts to the sky. She asked how they were made and her adoptive father was willing to share the knowledge.
  
  Unfortunately, one day her homes burnt up in flames and because Lune was such an oddball, they blamed her for it. That she was a curse, while her father whispered in her ear that it wasn't. But who would believe her? The people believed only the lies they tell themselves and with no place to go, Lune was stuck in the streets. Weeks after the incident was when Axel found her. For the first time, there was somebody else who didn't saw her as others did. And so, after their short encounter of bread sharing, Lune decided to follow Axel like a lost puppy. Surviving through scraps, living through stealing.
  
  Life was good, they traveled together and formed their very own network of thieves, saw a ship worth stealing, and well… Now, they joined the crew.
  
  GOAL: Make the Grandest explosion ever!
  
  RELATIONSHIPS:
  Axel - Someone Lune had met ten years ago, if it wasn't for him she might have been some dead skeleton by the road. They are partners in crime, through thick and thin.
  
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  Racial - Sixth Sense - the passive ability to hear and see spirits of the dead.
  
  Racial - Mourn - more of a curse rather than an ability, when a Banshee is in a state of sadness the feeling is multiplied and other people within 5 feet of her will feel a varying amount of sadness, depending on the person affected. It may result in a mere frown, or wail just as the Banshee does.
  
  Racial - Keen Scream - A single scream that is able to shatter glass. The intense the negative emotion she is feeling, the stronger it is. In most cases unconsciously used when in deep frustration.
  
  Skill - Stealing - a skill that she picked up that goes well with her Kleptomania.
  
  Skill - Explosion Making - a skill that she learned from her father, to mix certain ingredients and create an explosive.
  
  Skill - Throwing - she's very good at it, hardly misses.
  
  INVENTORY:
  Dynamites - because they go Boom! Boom! She only has seven sticks left.
  
  Lighter - the only thing left of her father's that she has. It doubles as a necklace in the shape of a bullet and when you open the cap, you would find a flintstone that can generate fire.
  
  Ragdolls - She talks to them as if they were living beings. The ginger-haired doll is named Isla, the black-haired doll is named Yen, and the dog doll is named Cookies.
  

 

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  NAME: Zelheir [Commonly referred to as Dahlia]
  
  NICKNAME/ALIAS: Zel, Captain, Shifter, Allissa, Martin, Trevor... the list goes on for a while
  
  AGE: 26
  
  GENDER: Depends, their usual form is that of a female
  
  RACE: Energy Shapeshifter
  
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  PERSONALITY: Zelheir never had a set personality - always shifting as often as they shift their form. They build themselves depending on the other party's preference - having a range of being serious to being nonchalant and some people even see this stark difference in Zelheir's personality within the same conversation. This is all done for the sake of being able to fit in with the society that they had found themselves in. There is one thing about Zelheir that is a glaring flaw - they do not completely understand the importance of identity and will turn into other people with little to no hesitation to mess with them.
  
  In their usual form, Dahlia, she has a very easygoing, go with the flow personality. She's a bit of a troublemaker, a thief who takes what she wants whenever she wants. Someone who doesn't necessarily follow the rules if it doesn't benefit her but doesn't have any problems following them either. She likes to try anything and everything and goes headfirst into a lot of things without much of a second thought. She would likely be dead or in jail if it weren't for her shapeshifting. Sometimes, she likes to think it's her charm that gets her out of trouble - but it's usually just knowing which person to turn into at the right time. Despite this, she's a rather crafty being who knows what she wants and will get it.
  
  BACKSTORY: Zelheir remembers little of where they had come from. Their species has a rather odd culture. If you ask any of their kind of where they came from, they would not be able to answer you. The reproductive organs that they take on when they shift are non-functional, after all, so they cannot reproduce. Zelheir was left to fend for themself ever since they had gained sentience. They had seen children first and shifted to them as they wandered into a town. From there, Zelheir observed. They learned. They adapted. They knew they were different - not everyone can change themselves like they could, that much was obvious. Zelheir had spent most of their life on the road - changing their appearance as they see fit until they had created a more... frequent persona to use. Her name is Dahlia Morningstar - a notorious thief that has yet to be caught. Zelhier feels most comfortable in this form as they had thoroughly developed Dahlia's personality and they found that Dahlia reflects a lot of what they want in life.
  
  Dahlia Morningstar's story... is a bit different in how she tells it. Coming from a poor family, Dahlia had no choice but to learn how to survive in harsh situations. Her parents tried honest work but it never worked out for one reason or another. Dahlia, however, knew what she wanted and she took it. She honed her skills and accumulated enough wealth to give her parents a small bit of reprieve before they had passed. With nothing to hold her down near the town, Dahlia had struck it out on her own - never lingering in an area for too long. It had been recently that they had an encounter with the princess of Therone (though it was more of Dahlia entering the castle to nick a few things and ended up in the princess's room) and one thing led to another and now she's been returning to Therone frequently for her.
  
  It was by Cel's wishes that Dahlia found herself on a ship with a ragtag crew who Dahlia don't or barely knew. But hey, that's life, isn't it?
  
  GOAL: To experience everything that there is to experience
  
  RELATIONSHIPS:
  Princess Cel: Friends with Benefits / Technically her employer?
  
  Jake (Bulli's character): Supplier
  
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  ABILITIES:
  [Racial] Shapeshifting - Zelheir can shift themself into any humanoid being. They are able to create more limbs and appendages as seen appropriate for the form they aim to take. Unlike some other races of shapeshifters, Zelheir is not bound by having to copy someone else's appearance and can instead make their own persona however they wish. Of course, for a more accurate transformation, Zelheir studies the anatomy of the humanoid races.
  
  [Racial] Memory Sweep - The race itself thrives in being able to adapt to their circumstances - and this ability aids them greatly in it. Zelheir is able to tap into the memories of an individual maintained direct physical contact. Zelheir has to have the intention of using this ability for the memories to transfer. The memories Zelheir sees is not affected by how recent it is. The surfacing of each memory is random and oftentimes, useless. Zelheir can somewhat mitigate this by concentrating even more so that they are able to find specific pieces of information.
  
  [Racial] Regeneration - When Zelheir is fatally wounded, they are forced back to their original form to regenerate said area back. However, they are also in their most vulnerable state as they do not have armor to protect themself with. Their core is also exposed which, when broken, would immediately kill Zelheir.
  
  [Skill] Sleight of Hand - From petty magic tricks to stealing, Zelheir is quite skilled in it in any form. As long as they get close, they can assure you that they can get the item.
  
  [Skill] Marksmanship - Having trained themself in throwable objects, Zelheir is quite proficient in hitting their marks. They even have experience with most ranged weaponry though likes to stick with their knives as they're easily hidden.
  
  [Magic] Energy Whip - A long string of solid magic that can be used for offensive purposes but also can be used as a sort of grappling hook. It can stick onto most solid surfaces and the user is then able to hoist themselves up using this. This can also be used to pull people closer.
  
  INVENTORY: Multiple sets of clothing, Leather armor, throwing knives, a dagger, a journal filled with doodles
  
  

 

[Goonfire]

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  NAME: Kai Gethin
  NICKNAME/ALIAS: Little Rocket Mage
  AGE: 20
  GENDER: Male
  RACE: Fetchling (Shadow Person)
  
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  PERSONALITY:
  Kai is a tad pretentious, but overall a fun-loving free spirit. He’s passionate but haphazard about his volatile hobbies, even practicing them aboard the Pink Pearl while smoking. His disregard for authority figures is quickly noticeable, as is his pursuit of worldly desires and an adrenaline rush. He may be idealistic at times, not entirely realistic in his outlook and goals. He also doesn’t fully grasp the dangers associated with piracy—or any physical dangers, for that matter. He considers himself a pioneer of artifice, taking pride in his magic-tech hybrid inventions. While he is fairly tolerant and resilient, pointing out his height (5’5) will infuriate him; to counter it, he coordinates his unorthodox wardrobe to add inches (or feet) to his height.
  
  BACKSTORY:
  Kai was a brat who had discipline (figuratively) shoved down his throat as a child. As he grew up, he became more and more defiant of all the damned rules and customs. Working as an apprentice artificer, Kai started to make unusual and explosive alternatives to the crossbow, which his mentor dismissed as oversized fireworks. He left home at 17, taking his findings and equipment with him. During his questionable perfectly legal misadventures, he was hired to operate a variety of equipment aboard the stolen airship, the Pink Pearl. His fees were simple and competitive: A work environment, meals, and a few supplies as needed. A bedroom wasn't even brought up.
  
  GOAL: To streamline a criminal enterprise and get a good adrenaline rush from time to time.
  
  RELATIONSHIPS: (TBD)
  
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  • (Skill) Tailoring - He requires unique gear to work with his weaponry, so it's easier for him to make his own clothing. Fancy? No. Utilitarian? Totally.
  • (Skill) Engineering - He makes devices durable enough to withstand the blast of exploding alchemical compounds, plus a few simple devices to make his life easier.
  • (Magic) Artificer Spells - A few simple transmutation spells and clever illusions round out his arsenal.
  • (Racial) Darkvision & Light sensitivity - He can see well in the dark, but needs tinted goggles for bright sunlight conditions.
  
  INVENTORY:
  
  • Camouflage outfits - Robes with padded elements, thick-soled boots, and a tall hat. They have several pouches for powder horns and grapeshot pellets sorted by size, plus a large hidden pocket on the front and back for protective leather pads. He has several variants of this meticulously dyed "camouflage" pattern, as he calls it. Some are better for hiding in foliage, while others are suited for skulking in the many shadows in the city.
  • Hand cannon (in storage) - A portable 50mm cannon Kai tucks under his arm to fire. He typically packs grapeshot, flechettes, or several small metallic objects into it so he can blanket a wide area with effective covering fire.
  • Fire lance - A highly unorthodox staff with a hollow shaft. A cone-shaped projectile with a stem inserts into the shaft. This projectile usually features a brittle metal shell containing a powder propellant ignited by a glyph on the staff. The "nose" of the projectile contains a glass vial of alchemist's fire that breaks on impact, igniting the rest of the payload: one pound of dynamite, likely manufactured by Cel in recent days. The design is currently volatile; Kai wishes to make his warheads drop-safe.
  • Hammer - When nothing else works, try bludgeoning. A timeless solution, great for fixing mechanical failures, clearing obstructions, “recalibrating” your enemy’s brain, and more!
  • Grapnel - A spring-loaded device that hurls a grappling hook by pulling a trigger. A reel of cable is fixed under the barrel and rewound with a small crank mechanism.
  • Optics - Simple magnifiers attached to Kai’s goggles, mostly for getting a closer look when doing finer work.
  • Cigars - Smoke the day away... next to a 10-pound keg of gunpowder.

 

[Athanas]

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  NAME: Jake Turner
  NICKNAME/ALIAS: The Doc
  AGE: 25
  GENDER: Male
  RACE: Formerly elf, Now a mutant
  
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  PERSONALITY: Try to picture the results of near-overdosing on halluciogens. Try to combine that mental image with someone who is naturally incredibly hyper and curious. Add that to a chaotic, "no rules" attitude, and congratulations, you've probably come close to how Jake seems like to most people. How he has survived as long as he has is an astounding mystery, especially with the copious amounts of self experimenting that he seems to so often indulge in.
  
  BACKSTORY: Jake was born to a very distinguished family of scholars and mages in the kingdom of Therone. From the moment he could read, he was bombarded with books, tutors, magical practice, and starter alchemy kits. But he didn't mind. He grew to love the sciences and the arcane. He saw in them a limitless potential, an ability to warp the world, to steer it in whatever direction he saw fit.
  
  This enjoyment developed increasingly more into an obsession. The boy would lock himself inside his father's laboratory or library for hours upon hours on end. What else could he do, anyway? There were none he could converse with in matters beyond science. In fact, many treated him with scorn and disrespect out of jealousy for his intellect. At least, that's what he told himself.
  
  Time passed and he was of age, and at this point the obsession had gone way out of control, to the point he neglected food and sleep often to continue. Annoyed by how "needy" his body was turning out to be, he spent several months concoting a mutagen that would allow him to become something more...durable. It was a success, with only relatively minor side effects.
  
  Around that time, he came across Dahlia. At first, she was simply a friend. But soon, when he discovered her true identity, she simultaneously became his favorite pet project. Her atomic structure was absolutely fascinating, and the wild energies that coursed through her natural form were full of arcane power-many brand new runes were devised. Best part was, she didn't mind! Their friendship if anything grew stronger through the trust she had put in him.
  
  So when she came to him, telling him of this bold plan of a certain Theronian princess, Jake needed nary a word of convincing. He packed everything he thought he'd need, and set out. Distant lands, interesting magics, unconventional technologies, and pretty girls! What could go wrong!?
  
  GOAL: See all there is to see, acquire knowledge, have a good time, and [REDACTED]
  
  RELATIONSHIPS: Zelheir, or Dahlia, the energy shifter. They've spent a lot of time together, and she has been on his operating table more than a dozen times. She surprisingly is a very good sport about this. She's also really fun to be around.
  
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  ABILITIES: [Racial]-Inhuman constitution: A result of an experimental and violatile mutagen, it has rendered Jake into the form he is today. It's advantages are numerous. Jake needs no sleep to survive(although it helps his mind calm down-too long without sleep causes hallucinations, paranoia, and erratic behavior), needs considerably less nutrients to sustain his form, and is completely inured to all pain. In addition, bone growth, vigor, and general thickness out outer skin layers have all been enhanced, in one way or another. He performed all these changes so that he could more freely experiment with explosives, acids, or in prolonged periods of time
  
  [Learned] Engineering prodigy: Jake was always fascinated by machines, and how they could help circumvent the shortcomings of humanoids. He has therefore ensured he is very proficient
  
  [Learned/magical]: Alchemy master: A science with which he has concerned himself for a very long time, he can create potions, tonics, and acids with ease.
  
  [Magica]: Artificer: Self explanatory. Makes runes. Not as useful as other magics when caught unaware, but infinitely more versatile. Recently has began taking an interest in mutating runes...
  
  [Learned:]: Well Read: He has studied much about the world, from the nations to the races to the history. Of course, lack of practical experience may still hinder him...
  
  
  INVENTORY:
  A steel mask. Childhood pet project
  A "Helllblade". An enchanted sword that he can attach to his wrist. It's very dangerous, unlike the melee potential of the man wielding it.
  A repeater rifle.
  Two pistols. Yes, handmade
  A large alchemy sack. DO NOT OPEN WITHOUT PERMISSION
  A toolbox. DO NOT OPEN.
  A samples bag. Still has some of Dahlia's bits in there.
  
  
  

 

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  NAME: Zekken Chronicle
  NICKNAME/ALIAS: Z
  AGE: ???
  GENDER: Male
  RACE: Calamity(War)-To best understand what a Calamity is, you could look toward ghosts, or zombies; however, while they are similar, they are completely different things. The birth of a Calamity is an extremely rare occurrence and it is best to think of them as a personified emotion/concept. For a Calamity to be born there has to be the presence of powerful emotions in excess, and someone has to embody that emotion/concept to the point that it is nearly inhumane. That emotion and willpower alone begins to bind them to world as well as their concept while surrounding wills and feelings relating to the binding emotion are absorbed into the entity. Eventually, that person becomes the physical manifestation of whatever that concept is until they are no longer the creature they once were. While they can display other feelings, their concept becomes the very constitution of their being. For example, Zekken literally is War. It's not so much a core as it is his very being. Calamities can be born from many different situations and most are named after the concept of their birth if known. Even Calamities born from positive emotions generally result in the calamity behaving negatively due to the excess in that one emotion, thus they are rightly named "Calamities".
  
  Calamities: War, Lust, Greed, Grief, Love (Their are still some unknown), Hope, Death.
  
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  PERSONALITY: Despite being a Calamity of War Zekken can present himself to be quite the calm gentleman. Speaking with him, you wouldn't realize he was a rage harboring entity of chaos. It is not uncommon for him to show honor, kindness, and even offer sound advice. Although he is intelligent, there isn't much that he knows now outside of fighting. Because of this he will calmly, and epically screw up in various things that do not involve fighting wit the confidence of a king. Even when he isn't fighting he will often create challenges for himself and others so that he can "win"; because of this he is an avid gambler. Underneath this calm exterior is a desire that is bottomless. Zekken lives for battle and all that comes with it. When he is in his element he can lose himself and become the wild, ruthless berserker he truly is. He despises weaklings that cannot pose a challenge, and those who are strong make his hit list. He truly is a Calamity.
  
  BACKSTORY: Zekken's life was not incredibly complicated. Long ago he served as ta soldier to a nation entrenched in a great war with other nations not unlike his own vying for power. He was a successful despite his rank, so much in fact that his name was known above some of his superiors. His contributions alone helped stave off the enemy whereas a lesser man would have been swallowed whole by the unfavorable odds stacked against him. Eventually, he would be cornered and he would fall in a great battle against an army that nearly quadrupled the size of his own.
  
  As he laid to rest, fading in a pool of his own blood his will raged on. Not for his country, not for his men, but for himself. Rage and the despair of losing a battle consumed him to the point that he became tethered to the world. But his true despair stemmed from love. The love of battle, and the grief it brought him when he realized it would come to an end. The despair, and hatred of war was consumed by this one soldier until he became a Calamity. As he rose again, his power was too great as he slaughtered enemy and allies alike. He now walks the earth seeking anyone, or anything that can produce a worthy challenge.
  
  GOAL: To seek out challengers and defeat them in battle.
  
  RELATIONSHIPS: N/A
  
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  ABILITIES: [Racial]-Berserk-Being a Calamity of War, Zekken has become a berserker capable of continuing to fight even through serious injuries. This does not mean the damage isn't done; however, pain and suffering is nothing to this Calamity; in fact, he welcomes it.
  
  [Racial] Healing Factor: As a Calamity of War he has better endurance and recovery than the average person. This is not a rapid healing ability, this is just to say that he heals faster than the average person and can recover from wounds that would be impossible for the average person.
  
  [Racial] Lunatic Aura: The more damage Zekken takes the stronger he gets.
  
  [Magical]: Vault of the Scorned: A Magical contract he has with weapons on the battle field where he met his end. He can instantly summon myraid's of weapons to to use during battle. (Weapons he can wield, I won't be summoning air ships and tanks lol)
  
  [Skill]: Combat Savant: Hand to hand, weapon use, Zekken is proficient in most means of fighting since it is all he lives for now that he has become a Calamity. Even in his past life he was an exceptional soldier.
  
  
  INVENTORY:
  
  BloodSpring-The trusty red bladed katana that he wielded in his past life. It his the only weapon not part of his magical vault.
  
  Coin-A double sided coin with two reaper sides on the coin. It was his treasured item he used to make decisions seem as if they were decided by chance although he had already made the decision prior.