Fantasy Stories of Aidia: The Rift (Characters)

[mogy]

Stories of Aidia: The Rift​

Characters​

Here you shall post your character sheets. Make sure to include the following:

• Your character's role.
• Your character's origin. If you're not sure where lore-wise your characters could be from, you should read the lore page (to be added soon)
• The general information about them, such as name, age, etc.
• Abilities if they have any.
• Weapons if they have any.
• The reason why they would be chasing the fallen angel to stop the rift.

You are allowed to use face claims, both realistic and drawn, but not anime. You may also use descriptions instead of pictures.

 

[mogy]

I.
the magician
scroll.

Icarus
Ivan Torrent

TEMPLE
NAME: Erhan Silverridge II
NICKNAMES: Er, Eri
AGE: Twenty-five
GENDER: Cis-male
ORIENTATION: Undecided, the only person he knows is his mother.
ROLE: The Mage

FAE
EYES: Brown
HAIR: White
MISC: A tree rune tattoo in the middle of his chest, and the same on his back.
FACECLAIM: Harry Lloyd

SOURCE

positive

Tempted by the possibilities, and wishful of doing good. Often innovative with the ideas to save whatever needs saving, and more frequently than not excited to take those ideas into practice. Expects of the world to be just as good as him, always peaceful and positive. Imagines everyone loves to talk just as much as he does, unless they promptly state how they don't want to talk.

negative

More of then than not, disappointed by the difference that the world has compared to his expectations of the same. Fails to realize some people aren't actually good, and that some people can't be helped. Results to not being violent whenever he can, even if that means putting others at risk. Flawed when it comes to social interaction, but still somewhat charismatic, which makes his entire social persona a weird one.

talents

MASTER OF FOREST MAGIC; knows all the spells by heart, and has used all of them at least ten times to practice.

APPRENTICE OF ARCANE MAGIC; is still learning the spells and connecting himself to the magic source.

STAFF-WIELDER; received a distinguished oak staff as a gift from a visiting elder and has been using it for movement purposes and spell casting ever since.

FOREST LIVING; having lived his entire life in a forest, his knowledge of plants, animals, tracking, whatever it is, if its connected to the forest, he knows it.

PLANT UNDERSTANDING; connected to the plant life around him, as any other forest magic master, he has the ability to sense their emotions by being in their presence.

MAGIC CHANNELING; from having connected to two magic sources, he can create a magic orb out of sand which, upon breaking, will deliver the spell put in it.

HISTORY
Born out of wedlock to a travelling salesman and a married peasant woman, Erhan wasn’t even given a name by his birth parents. His mother, by the instructions of her husband, went deep into the Redmoon Forests of Balhae, and put the baby on a fallen tree log where he started immediately crying due to the loss felt.

His mother hoped his death would’ve been quick and painless, but the forest nymphs had other plans. Understanding of a witch living in the Redmoon Forests was already something everyone knew, and to the witch the baby was given.

Magda swore to protect every forest creature with her life, and since the nymphs decided the abandoned baby was now a forest creature, Magda had no choice but to raise it, giving it the name of her late father who introduced her to witchcraft in the first place.

Erhan grew up under Magda’s careful watch, learning everything he could under her, from cooking and cleaning to magic spells she herself came up with.

The 25 years passed so quickly, for both, that when the rift opened, disarray through the forest was almost unbearable for them just because it was so different than the peacefulness they were, by now, used to. Magda, having swore to protect the forest, made Erhan leave while she went to see what it was exactly that caused all this commotion across the forest. Little to Erhan’s knowing, that would be the last time he saw Mother Magda.

GALLERY​

Erhan Silverridge.

designed by bad ending. & coded by xayah.ღ

 

[KingofAesir]

VI.
the templar
scroll.

Noble Blood
Tommee Profitt

MERCY
NAME: Aviera Eveline Adelais Vesuius
NICKNAMES: Avi
AGE: Twenty-six
GENDER: Cis-female
ORIENTATION: Unlabeled, romance is frowned upon among Templars
ROLE: The Templar

PEACE
EYES: Light Blue
HAIR: Black
MISC: Several scars in various areas, typical of a knight
FACECLAIM: Katie McGrath

JUSTICE

positive

AMBITIOUS:
CENTERED:
DISCIPLINED:
GENEROUS:
JUST:
LOYAL:
MERCIFUL:
PASSIONATE:

negative

CONTROLLING:
FANATICAL:
HAUGHTY:
JUDGEMENTAL:
OBSESSIVE:
PERFECTIONIST:
SELF-DESTRUCTIVE:
VOLATILE:

talents

A WAY WITH ANIMALS:
ARCHERY:
DETAIL-ORIENTED:
FISHING & FORAGING:
HIGH PAIN TOLERANCE:
LIP-READING:
SWORDSMANSHIP:
WHITTLING:

NOBLE BLOOD
HISTORY:Aviera Eveline Adalais Vesuius was born to two parents of noble descent in Blackguard, the capital of Aetas. She was raised with all the fine things a young noble girl could possibly need but always felt like it was a little too much for her. Aviera found she much preferred the company of commoners to others of the blue blood, but this was something highly frowned upon amidst her family. She spent most of her adolescence a pariah of her proud family, the black sheep among her siblings. When Eisheth tore open the sky that pariahship quickly changed. Aviera, always having had a fierce loyalty to her king and country, quickly joined up with the Templars.

In Blackguard, the Templar’s recruited the best and the brightest into their ranks to become Knight Templars and Aviera was a noble with the skill so she had been a shoe-in for Temple. Five years of her life were spent sequestered within Temple’s high blackstone walls, training for the duty a Knight Templar was sworn to serve. The training provided at Temple was brutal in the truest sense of the word. While the Templar motto was “Mercy, Peace, and Justice through it all” they seemed to have no room for mercy within their own ranks. Knight Templar’s in training were put through a rigorous five years of painful ceremonies and torturous exercises until they were as stone hard as was required to successfully live a life of fighting demons. They went through what they did so the common rabble would not have to, that was the justification and Aviera bought it wholeheartedly.

After graduating from Temple, Aviera was sent to a post in a small town on the edge of Aetas for a while. This was where she would do her first Saving. While fighting demons was the highest priority on a Knight Templar’s duty list, they also worked to save people from potential and present possessions. Most often this was carried out by taking the afflicted away to Temple, where they would undergo a ritual they called the Saving. Aviera had known that this was something that took place but before she drug that terrified Aetian back to Temple she had not known what actually happened. It was traumatizing to watch. The man had not survived, most did not but those that did were, different, off. Aviera took her concerns to the Knight Captain, who promptly sent her on assignment into the far reaches of Aidia, to Koda. Aviera was convinced he had sent her to get her out of the way, but she was bound and determined to do something to prove herself amongst their ranks again and what better way than to kill Eisheth and solve all of Temple’s problems in one fell swoop? All she had to do was kill a god, Arael guide her.

GALLERY​

aviera vesuius.

designed by bad ending. & coded by xayah.ღ

 

[Soap]

XIII
⸶the devil⸷
scroll.

Hayloft II
Mother Mother

VISAGE
NAME: Zya Salvati
NICKNAMES: Z.
D.O.B: sometime in the winter
AGE: 19
GENDER: cis-female
ORIENTATION: who cares?
ORIGIN: Phassis

APPEARANCE
HAIR COLOR: dark brown
EYE COLOR: brown
HEIGHT: 5'6"
MISC: An almost infinity-like ‘tattoo’ on her left wrist
FACECLAIM: Ivana Baquero

STRENGTHS

Rogue-like

• Zya’s exceptional with hand to hand combat, usually duel-wielding blades— she isn’t sure why, but it’s almost natural
• Archery: Growing up on your own meant you needed to provide for yourself— yourself and whoever was with you at the time, Zya’s pretty decent with hand-crafted bows.
• Agile: Sneaking around, getting in and out of places, and pickpocketing has always been something she’s relied on heavily, if it works, it works.

WEAKNESSES

Vulnerable

• Weak: Zya doesn’t have the upper body strength to block heavy incoming attacks, she’s quick, not strong. Greatswords, longswords, and any of the alike just aren’t it for her.
• Impulsive: She usually isn’t one to sit back and watch an event happen, especially if Zya’s aware she could put a stop to it.
• Is prone to blacking-out in dire situations. (shhh.)

The Beginning

Magic had always worked in a specific way in Aidia.

The studies of the arcane knew no bounds. There was always something new to learn, a different way to resource from magic, but there was never someone in this world who knew how to possess such strength naturally.

Of course, besides the gods and the many evils that threatened Aidia.

Our story starts in Balhae.

The Chosen Order was a cult fifty or so years ago, they worshiped a general for Eisheth named Dagon. He was one that provided and restored order in their growing army. He was someone that they continued to look up to once they’d heard the many stories from prophets.

Once a member of the cult had started to envision a possible future; a world capable of possessing magic that was god-like.

There were many sacrifices. Many failed attempts, some of their own and some children that were ripped away from their families.

It was for the greater good, they said.

A new order.

The leader of the cult and his wife, Dante and Matilda Callicrates had welcomed a baby girl and both parents knew what needed to be done, after many years of trying, they were confident that they had perfected the ritual enough to use their first-born child.

That alone had to be seen as the utmost loyalty to Dagon.

The baby was placed in the middle of the ritual circle with a bunch of sigils and shapes that provided some kind of magical meaning along, but one directly stood out, an almost infinity-like-swirl, one that was unsurprisingly branded onto the newborn with black ink.

Candles and chanting that came from the eight robed individuals while they attempted the ritual for the final time.

The flames flickered and the baby wailed for what felt like hours, Dante had placed a hand on his wife’s shoulder to stop her from halting the ritual altogether.

Noise erupted in the cavern, people were yelling and a bell was rung, echoing through the cave which only meant one thing.

They were under attack.

Fire was hurled, people were already dropping before they had a chance to realize what was happening– They weren’t sure how she had found them, or why she decided to attack at such a crucial time, but they knew they needed to fight back.

The ritual was at such a crucial point, they couldn’t stop without potentially harming the child.

Dante and Matilda had fought alongside their followers in an attempt to stop the witch, at least just long enough for the ritual to complete.

But something went wrong when she had slaughtered one of the cult members involved, halting the chanting for a moment.

Yelling, screaming, bloodshed– throughout it all, Dante yelled across the cavern.

“Don’t stop! A new order must be–” He was interrupted by suddenly losing the ability to breathe, locking eyes with the powerful mage who had come to put a stop to them altogether. He collapsed to the floor as Matilda ran to him, tears streaming down her face.
__

The followers of Dagon were no-more, corpses were scattered around the cave and ragged breathing echoed on the cavern walls.

The child was still alive, the witch assumed she’d put a stop to the ritual before anything could happen.

She had lifted the baby from the ritual circle and the crying had suddenly stopped, oddly calm in the hands of the woman.

Unbeknownst to the witch, a flicker of black covered the child’s eyes entirely, completely devoid of any pupils or soul behind them. A glance at the baby and it was like nothing ever happened.

Big brown eyes silently stared at the powerful witch named Magda.

Growing up

Zya had gotten her name from a caretaker at another orphanage before landing at the one she had spent most of her life at.

Growing up, there was always this voice.

She assumed it was her conscience.

It wasn’t.

It was more like… a sibling she’s never asked for, but nobody could see them, she couldn’t see them. She felt them. She heard them. They were one-in-the-same, but she was the one in control.

Usually.

She did have these moments where time was misplaced, where she couldn’t remember what happened, but the voice was always quick to reassure her, almost mockingly on ‘on her side.’

It always protected her, that’s what they always told her.

It wasn’t until she’d gotten older she realized that they were protecting themselves, it was as if the voice was a part of her, tied to her in some way. Zya didn’t know all the details, the how– she just knew that this was her normal.

She met a boy in the orphanage, Avio.

The two were inseparable, had late night chats whenever every other kid was asleep, shared rations and came up with a plan to escape the horrid place that took ‘care’ of them.

That plan took a few years, the plan also went off the rails when an older boy in the orphanage had picked a fight with Avio late at night, nobody else was around and Zya was tasked with the chore of cleaning when she witnessed the older boy throw a punch towards Avio.

She heard the voice again, but this time— something was different, and no matter what she tried to tell herself…

The feeling didn’t go away, and suddenly she was standing near an almost beaten to death boy, hands covered in blood.

They left that night and never looked back.

Current

Avio & Zya had taken odd jobs, stolen, and did what they needed to survive.

Mercenary work, hunting jobs, whatever they could get their hands on, they did. It wasn’t until they’d taken a job to be security escorts for a travelling merchant is where things started to pick up.

Falzar Blyeth was a sleazy, money-hungry— and completely interested in hiring two, oddly capable children who didn’t know any better.

A few months had gone by and the job had slowly begun to feel like a prison, when noticing a hushed conversation he had with a lady customer he’d been rough with, Zya & Avio exchanged looks, and they devised a plan later that night.

The pair escaped with the caravan filled with magical goods, hitting up every other town— neither of them were very knowledgeable about magic, but that didn’t stop them.

When the goods sold out? Hell, people would buy anything if you told them it came from a unicorn’s toenail.

A pair of con-artists with a tag-along demon and a rat.

What could go wrong?

GALLERY​

⸶ Zya ⸸ Salvati ⸷

designed by bad ending. & coded by xayah.ღ

 

[hery]

XI.
justice
scroll.

Iron
Woodkid

MIND
NAME: Avio Pelis
NICKNAMES: n/a
AGE: Sixteen
GENDER: Cis-male
ORIENTATION: Uncertain, he doesn't know
ROLE: The Pretender

BODY
EYES: Brown
HAIR: Brown
MISC: Double microdermal piercings on the back of his hands, a remnant of an old tribal tradition
FACECLAIM: Aramis Knight

SPIRIT

positive

Picture a child, bright-eyed and full of vigor, but undoubtedly stained with the marks of premature age. Though Avio has never lost his youthful tenacity and wit, pieces of him have been marred and hardened by a rough life. He can be both frivolous and ruthless all in the same beat, led on only by his resourcefulness and sense of wonder for the world. He knows how to push the right buttons and won't hesitate to betray his moral conscience, even if it nags him constantly.

negative

Almost all of Avio's positive qualities can be turned back at him with an accusing finger, and he wouldn't even argue it. He lies, cheats, steals, and sneaks behind backs with the excuse that he's a kid and doesn't know better. Either way, the world owes him a debt for his robbed childhood. Not enough for him to try to do good if it's too far out of reach. For a long time he's been walled-off, cold and mistrusting toward all but one singular person. He holds a special disdain for a certain breed of amoral adults.

talents

PROFICIENCIES: Deft with the use of a wooden crossbow, Avio has a knack for hitting targets in record time. When confronted up close, he is known to brandish a small, ornate switchblade. He will only ever fight up close if success is guaranteed. He's taken enough beatings to know how to properly brace himself, but isn't made of iron like his long-lost kin.

ACROBATICS: He can't fly, but in a dire situation, it wouldn't be impossible to achieve some extended airtime. Blessed with an agile physique, climbing, leaping, and bounding comes as second nature to Avio. Unless he wills it, it's near-impossible to land a hit on him.

TRACKING: Much like his business partner, Avio has a keen knack for getting in and out without a sound. He possesses a photographic memory, doglike ears, and acute eyesight, all of which make up for the fact that he congenitally lacks his sense of smell. And also for the fact that he's semi-illiterate.

KRAGHONIAN LINEAGE: It's been ages since he's lived among his people, but Avio has made it a point to retain just a fraction of the Kraghonian language. He can understand a good amount of it and can speak it in a very, very broken manner.

THE ART OF CONNING: He prefers to stalk in the shadows, but cons just as well in the light of day. As a mere child, he is often overlooked and thus underestimated. He loves parlor tricks and uses his charm and youthful nature to deceive unsuspecting targets.

PRISMA: Sweet, precious Prisma. For a colorful, winged creature adjacent to the rat family, Prisma is a fairly intelligent and fiercely loyal companion. She doesn't do a whole lot, but she's a great emotional support! Avio swears she has the untapped potential of a god.

HISTORY
Hey, you. You're finally awake...

Avio Pelis has very few memories of the first five years of his life. Born in the very center of a barren, war-torn Kraghon, all he ever knew as a toddler and small child was his people and their widely-misconstrued customs. Flesh is looked at differently to these people—not that outsiders would ever suspend their horror for a chance at understanding.

His earliest memory is of ujyonjien, the first rite of passage for Kraghonian youth in which they are pierced four times anywhere on the body. The needle is tipped with a substance said to originate with the gods who forsook the people of Kraghon in the hopes that their connection may bring an early return and thus, salvation.

He was a happy kid, and considered particularly precocious among the other children. Despite how young he was, he was the pride of the clan and said to be a portent for a bounteous future. This was why his ujyonjien was so early compared to most, to which the tribe's elders made it a point to brag about.

However, this renown made him a target. When Eisheth was called from heaven to "bless" the tribe, Avio was one of the first candidates for this honor. Into the stream the angel's blood trickled, transforming any who partook in it with skin of iron and teeth sharper than any apex predator. In the midst of famine, pestilence, and mass murder, the tribe hailed this change as an answer from the gods with fanatic enthusiasm. It was a chance at survival.

There were only a handful of people who dared to question the gift, which included Avio's small family. After witnessing firsthand what became of the first to drink the blood-water, there wasn't a chance his parents would allow the same fate to become of their youngest child. In a tragic, deeply-repressed turn of events, the impossible was carried out and Avio was smuggled out of Kraghon and into the unknown. To this day, he doesn't know what became of his tribe or, more importantly, his family. He was too young to even understand what was going on beyond mass, crazed chaos. Even the great service his parents gave to him has been lost in the depths of infantile amnesia.

The orphanage.

Avio made it as far as Phassis before he was left on his own. Finding himself in the care of a shady, densely-crowded orphanage, Avio had never felt so small and so alone. Bearing the marks of a Kraghonian boy—strange, tribal piercings, facial features and olive skin warm like the rocky badlands he was born into—he was regarded the son of savages and a murderous cannibal in the making. One among what had to be a hundred other bitter, scared orphans, Avio was an outcast among outcasts.

Conditions at the orphanage were abysmal. Cramped living spaces, little to no meals some days, and slave labor quickly crushed the boy's spirit. With fatigued children collapsing left and right, "The Kraghonian" had to fight tooth and nail for the littlest of comforts. He never enjoyed taking from the weaker kids, but he took immense pleasure getting back at the bullies who mercilessly tortured him day by day.

He built a reputation for his many escape attempts, with each punishment breaking him and then building him back up stronger. At night, he would promise himself that his story wouldn't end in this place. Things looked more grim by the day... until a new girl was thrown into the care of the orphanage. Zya Salvati, a dependable girl he latched onto quickly. They developed a deep bond, shining a light in what had been a dark, hopeless place for years.

Given the natures of the two children, it wasn't long before there was an escape plan in the making. Avio learned patience, waiting years to master this plan while seemingly giving up his lesser escape attempts altogether. For a long time, he had to fake broken spirits when, in reality, he was readying for his grand exit.

Not too long before the plan was supposed to kick into motion, an older kid was beating up on Avio. This was in no way a new occurrence, but the unlucky factor was Zya's presence that night. For the girl's sake, Avio doesn't describe what he saw and claims he was looking away, but... that look on her face never quite left his mind. Nonetheless, he was wide-eyed and frightened, but grateful.

Finally, he could release his breath. After they absconded from their ill-fated homestead. There was no more time to wait. Years of ostracism and abuse were abandoned through a third-story window. Suddenly, Avio finally divorced himself from the oblivious toddler who entered so long ago. From this day onward, his real life had begun, but not without a new lifelong friend.

Lying, cheating, stealing.

Surviving isn't easy for two kids on the streets of Phassis, armed with nothing but their wits and the clothes on their backs. And a winged rat, but her practical use beyond being traded for food is debatable. Odd jobs turned into blatant con acts, whatever needed to be done to survive another day and get back at the fucked-up people who made life so hard in the first place. Years passed by.

Falzar Blyeth was their last contractor. He was a detestable man, and Avio made sure to make it known how similar his demeanor was to Lady Mercutio of the orphanage. So, naturally, the two kids robbed his caravan and took it for a spin around the land selling snake oil to unsuspecting adults with more cash than sense. And here is where our story begins...

GALLERY​

Avio Pelis.

designed by bad ending. & coded by xayah.ღ

 

[Winona]

VI.
the knight
scroll.

Noble Blood
Tommee Profitt

MERCY
NAME: Isaac Agassi
NICKNAMES: Ike
AGE: Twenty-seven
GENDER: Cismale
ORIENTATION: Probably heterosexual, but let's be honest, he ain't out here looking for that
ROLE: The Knight

PEACE
EYES: Blue
HAIR: Blonde
FACECLAIM: Bradley James

JUSTICE

positive

Muscle

negative

BITTER

talents

SWORDMANSHIP
NAVIGATION

A BLIP
Coming soon

GALLERY​

ike agassi.

designed by bad ending. & coded by xayah.ღ

 

[Harrowhark]

XIX.
the sun
scroll.

whip it
devo

VISAGE
NAME: Gillian Nicchi
NICKNAMES: Gilly
AGE: 20 years old
GENDER: Female
ORIENTATION: Unattracted to humans
ROLE: The Bard

APPEARANCE
Fishy, but she's not a mermaid! She's a siren and if you call her a mermaid she will be very upset!

Gillian's skin and hair are blue, like all good things are. She bares the usual ocean dweller marks, fins, gills, webbed fingers, sharp teeth, you know the drill. At first she tried to hide it on land but that's too much work.

PSYCHE
PERSONALITY: a paragraph or more

Positive

hello traits here

Negative

hello traits here

Abilities

Siren: Able to compel people with song
Bard Magic: The human practice of music spells. Being a siren, she is quick to pick up on the spells, but having spent little time on land, she doesn't know many spells.
Ocean Dweller: Excels at swimming, can breathe underwater, and even communicate with fish. They don't always listen though.

TIME MACHINE
HISTORY: can be as short or long as you’d like.

GALLERY​

Gillian Nicchi.

designed by bad ending. & coded by xayah.ღ

 

[orpheus.]

WIP

XI.
death
scroll.

in the blood
HADES Soundtrack

VISAGE
NAME: robyn gunasekera
NICKNAMES: robbie 2.0, resident clown
D.O.B: he forgot
AGE: 32 years old
GENDER: cis-male
ORIENTATION: pansexual
ROLE: the detective

APPEARANCE
APPEARANCE:
FACECLAIM: (optional)

PSYCHE
PERSONALITY: a paragraph or more

traits

hello traits here

ailments

hello ailments here

TIME MACHINE
HISTORY: can be as short or long as you’d like.

GALLERY​

callum harden.

designed by bad ending. & coded by xayah.ღ