Teigu | CS

[Carl]

Basic Information about Teigu: http://rpnation.com/index.php?threads/teigu-info.9299/


If you want more information regarding the RP-setting and such, feel free to contact me or post in the Info Thread. Please leave this thread only for the Character Sheets.


Character Sheet Template:


- Name:


- Gender:


- Age:


- Appearance:


- Personality:


- History/Reason(s) for having joined Nightdawn:


- Weapons/Skills:


- Teigu: ( Supernatural item or item that 'implants' supernatural abilities into the wearer )


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Creativity is encouraged, please feel free to be as creative as you want to be!


Cheers.

 

[ninbinz]

- Name: Marc Venesque


- Gender: Male


- Age: 21


- Appearance:

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- Personality: He's a kind and generous person; the product of parents who taught him to do the right thing no matter the circumstance, even at the cost of his own life. He's a loyal and steadfast friend and a ruthless enemy. Despite his troubles he's a happy guy with an upbeat lookout on the world despite the time he takes to mourn those he's lost, to go over his mistakes, to quell his hatred of the Empire and all those who support it, to ready himself for the sacrifices he may have to make and to convince himself that if he could only do better he'd not have to sacrifice anything.


- History/Reason(s) for having joined Nightdawn:


Marc lived a good life in a small community, his friends were his family and his family were important to him. The life of a farm boy was a simple one and the life suited him to a T, he'd milk the cows in the morning and by the afternoon he'd have plowed the fields for the next planting season with the help of Nina his mare. He was fed morning, noon and night, he had a roof over his head, clothes on his back and a community that shared the work no matter who needed the help.


The farm boy spent many years in that simple and idyllic life, he stole his first kiss from the Tanner's daughter; Anna and he and his friends often spent time messing about in their small county. They were infamous for their voracious appetites and their cheeky yet charming antics, but it all ended the day that Marc received a family heirloom from his father. It was a ring that had been passed down from father to son for the last five hundred years or so his father claimed.


Marc was honored to receive the valued heirloom and took to wearing it on a leather string as an amulet. However the day he received the ring was the day that the Herald had come with his hordes of men to tax their harvest and their incomes, over the last few years the tax collections had come and gone with little incident but it seemed that the recent and bold attack against the empire had spurred some of the locals into rebellious fervor.


People from all over the county were rioting for their freedom and the right to keep what they sowed. Marc and his parents however were content if not cowardly, they were happy, they would survive together and that's what mattered most to them. The riots were quelled with superior strength and fervor, many were killed while few escaped to lick their wounds and hope for no repercussions. Such a hope however was foolish, of course the tyrannical Herald would seek recompense for such effrontery.


The next day after the riots, soldiers swept across the farmlands loading up the harvest and burning the crops, Marc's parents fell to their knees and pleaded with the soldiers, they begged to be forgiven for a crime they hadn't committed. Instead their pleas were met with two shots to the head, Marc would have run forward to avenge his parents' deaths but instead was held back by a nameless stranger (Perhaps a recruiter from Nightdawn). Marc fought with all his strength but in the end all he could manage were silent tears and muffled groans.


When he managed to calm himself Marc had thanked the stranger for saving him though all he could do was hate the man for keeping him from his vengeance. The stranger knew well enough of the ordeal that Marc had suffered and offered the boy a chance at revenge. Marc jumped at the offer and was lead to the Nightdawn base where he now resides.


- Weapons/Skills:


Marc is a great horticulturalist.


Hand to hand combatant: Through training by Nightdawn he's learned the basics of martial arts and is a proficient pugilist.


Melee Combat: because of the odd nature of his Teigu he's had to learn the basic styles of various weapons though he favors the Rapier.


Great Balance: Marc has always had an uncanny balance and the foresight of where to place his feet and his weight.


- Teigu:


The Ring of Grace:


1. The Ruby increases his speed and agility to the point where it almost looks as if he can walk on air.


2. Metal Construct Projection:


The Sapphire in his ring enables him to summon (up to six liters) of an amorphous metallic substance not unlike mercury. He is able to control this substance with his mind to create certain objects, such as; weapons, Shields (Which grow thinner and weaker the larger they are) and miscellaneous items (like pitch forks or keys).

 

[Carl]

Name: Draq 'Sly' Blath


Age: 29


Gender: Male


Appearance:

Spoiler

Personality: Laid back enjoyer of life, of the ideology that it's better to live your life 'till the last day than spending your life thinking about the last day. He's easy going and a goofy oddball most of the time but there are small embers of past experiences and situations that might spark a temporary flame of seriousness. It doesn't occur all too often though and when it does, it's usually for good reason.


He's not the type to enjoy killing or hurting others, not even evil people; He's also not the type to lose his cool easily in the heat of battle, losing himself in bloodlust for example...Hasn't happened to him even once. On the flipside however, he has no problem killing or hurting others to obtain or achieve his goals. It's not like he's a bad person, but he most definitely isn't a good person either. He just sees these types of things as stuff that creates expressions like: " The end justifies the means"


It's just what has to be done.


There are several things he holds dear to himself, that is:


- The leader of Nightdawn " Axel "


- The members of Nightdawn


- Freedom


- Women


- Fancy clothes and smokes


There are quite a few other words I can place here, but you get the gist.


History: Not much is known about Sly, other than that he is the 'main' trainer of Nightdawn's new recruits, along with the other seniors and the leader of Nightdawn. He's also very noticeably the righthand and best friend of Axel. For good or worse, he'll follow her 'till the end times. He's also an active member of Nightdawn, meaning he assists in completing missions and the like.


Weapons/Skills:


- Acrobatics: Extremely nimble and balanced, able to do actrobatical skills similar to Parkour; Ropewalking; flips etc. etc.


- Extreme Ambidexterity: Very fast, fluid and skilled use of both his hands, even simultaneously.


- Throwing Knives


* TEIGU *


Name: Shenlong's Threads


Appearance: 2 black gloves with steel clawed tips on each finger.


Power/Ability:


The user of this Teigu is able to produce up to 10 threads that are as smooth and flexible as silkwoven threads but as durable as steel. The threads are able to be woven and spun by seemingly telepathic forces although the user can use handmotions to add dramatic visual effects to his abilities.


There are several types of threads able to be produced by the gloves; Up to 10 different types of threads can be produced, one type for each finger.


The gloves can not be removed from the user's hand and once severed from the user's main body, that glove is rendered useless and will automaticly slide off the severed hand.


The effects of the 10 different types of threads will be revealed IC.

 

[Humor]

Name: Kain "Pain" Oberon


- Gender:Male


- Age: 25 (locked at 16)


- Appearance:

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- Personality: Pain has a very jaded view on life itself as he finds no qualms with saying anything. He is crass he totally disregards all feeling towards other. Developing a tongue to dish out punishment as his only real means of a weapon. He has become mentally disturbed from seeing his own and others deaths around him. He does not feel the need for trivial friendship as it is meaningless to him.


Pain is the personal punching bag and stress release of many of the Nightdawn. As he usually deserves whatever action is taken against him. He is in charge of the supplies as the Nightdawns own personal pack mule. He is higher ranked than many people believe giving him a leg up on the new recruits but not much. He does not hold any formalities to anyone. For the young recruits he is the lucky foot of the Nightdawn as he has survived hundreds of missions. For the higher ups they know of his immortality and the constant surrounding of death.






- History/Reason(s) for having joined Nightdawn:


There was a village in the north that said to hold a beast or a demon that was immortal. A giant leviathan in the frozen seas of the north that wreaked havoc on the coastal port town of Junopolis. Through means of mercenaries and hunters of legendary beasts they had finally been able to freeze the beast whole stopping its inhuman regeneration and immortality. The leader of the band of mercenaries called the "The Crows." drilled out the heart of the beast as a trophy of overcoming this legendary foe...


Many years later the great hero of the north Jerod Oberon went back to his village and started a family the still frozen heart locked away viewed in the village as a sacred object. The hero and head of the town Jerod bore two children a daughter and the younger baby boy. Life in the town was sheer bliss living under their own means for survival this town of hunters and foragers thrived and grew slowly. While the heart of the leviathan beast stayed locked in its permanent frost ceiling its power within the ice. Story's of the artifact spread slowly as traders and travelers made their way through the town to other location. Giving it mystical properties and telling legends of the beast it was harvested from. As the legend grew and grew the eyes of the imperials set their sites on this of said destruction.


Succumbing to the Heart


The night was frigid as the cold fall winds of the forest rustled the dimming pines of the trees. The air was froth with a thick invisible ooze as all the guards on watch felt the heavy stick of trouble coming towards them. The lamps dimmed all over town as the militia armed themselves for this ominous night. Jerod clad in his leather and fur armor climbed the large wooden tower. Step by step he peered into the darkness around to try and survey this terrible feeling he had in his gut. the gentle creak of the tower accompanied the low howl of the wind as Jerod reached the nest. An old man whose hair was fervent with gray put his finger to his lips to silence Jerod. "What is it Talis?" Jerod whispered as he moved next to the old man. The gangily wrinkled finger extend out over the small wall of the tower as he pointed to the brush. The old mans seasoned voice moved with a tone of certainty. "They come from the east...". Jerod strained his eyes as he locked on black figures as they moved throughout the dark forest. A high pitched whistle split the air as the old man Talis's hand went limp as he collapsed to the floor an arrow placed between his eyes, the cold lifeless expression of one of the village elders snapped Jerod back to reality as he gazed upon the dead man he always looked to for wisdom. "WE'RE UNDER ATTACK!" He shouted as he leapt down the hole of the tower sliding down the large ladder. The metal chime of the village bell clanged and rang as the low war cry of men sang in a violent chorus to it. The soldiers clad in black sprinted in swords drawn. Jerod and the men and women of his village unsheathed their weapons nocked their arrows and prepared to defend their home... their lives... their families.


Kain a young boy of 16 watched from the side of the town hall hiding behind the wooden pillars. His father had told him to stay away from the fight as Kain had shown ineptitude with even the simplest of weapons from swords to bows, Kain could never grasp them with the skill of his sister or the other villagers children. He watched as his father and sister fought...


Jerod lowered his chest as his armor clicked in protest against the sudden move. With a violent jerk upwards he swung his right arm across his chest as the light steel of his sword hummed as it collided with the soldier in front of Jerod. Moving his hand to his belt Jerod grabbed his hunters dagger in his index and thumb he withdrew it and with a violent jerk sent it into a solder charging him from the left. "We will win!" He shouted as he sprinted to help those around him.


Kain's eyes sparkled as he watched blood shed and carnage in the low light of the village lamps. His fingers clenched around the wooden pillar he peered out behind. His father and sister moved with such ease as the men around them fell to their knees their eyes glazed with the soulless gaze of those who have lost their lives in battle. A larger man appeared from the city gates as more troops flowed into the village. The large man walked through the battle towards his father and sister undaunted by the battle around him. Kains eyes widened, as he watched the titanic man tear off his necklace as it glowed in his hand and forming into a crude stalagmite like lance made from obsidian. His sister had noticed the man and moved to confront. "NO DONT!" Jerod cried. As the titanic man drew back his large arm and thrust it his sister placed the sword to block the lance and have it glance off to the side. The large lance shattered her blade as it dug itself deep in his sisters gut. Her head whipped forward from the great force as blood forced itself out of her coughing mouth. Kains mouth parted as he watched his sister's body slowly grow limp and collapse onto the lance. The large man withdrew his lance the body of his sister still clinging to it. The large man swung it flinging the dead corpse to the ground.


"Garret! what the hell are you doing here!" Jerod roared as he walked into the path of the giant man. "It's all in the money Jerod. Things are different since you left The Crows." Garret replied as he readied to fight his old friend. Fighting away his tears the hero Jerod blitzed the man in a blind fury their weapons clashed as those around them slowly stopped their own battle to watch. The earth rumbled as Jerod flashed in every direction as his immense speed continued to push back the titan like man Garret. As they locked their weapons against one another Garret gave a low chuckle accompanied by a smirk. "You've gotten old Jerod." Jerod's eyes expanded as the heavy fist of Garret smashed into his face. Jerod crashed against the ground as his body tumbled and rolled until it came to a stop several feet away from the large man. Jerod lifted his head as he gazed into his little boys eyes who hid watching behind the pillar tears in his eyes Kain watched as his father held out his hand for his son... many yards apart Kain moved his hand out trying to reach for his father the tears strewed down his face. The large man moved over top of Jerod as he crashed the lance down into Kains helpless fathers back.

• Weeks before

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  "Kain, I am placing you in charge of the heart, make sure to watch it. Make sure it is never stolen or put next to fire. I am giving you this responsibility because you are the only one I cant trust with it. This is one of the most important jobs in the village. Never let anyone... take it." Jerod smiled as he placed his hand on his sons head and rustled the pink hair. Kain's eyes glowed with a new found courage as he smiled his head bowing to his father.
  
  
  

Garrets large head moved to the town center as he grinned at the boy cowering behind the pillar. Kain froze for but a moment before he remembered his important duty. Taking off inside the building he ran down the hall and into the main chamber. The heart frozen in ice held in a tiny glass case lay in the back of the room. Kain ran over to it as he smashed the glass with his elbow. Slipping his hand inside he clutched the frozen heart as the ice gleamed in the low light of the room. The loud crash of the doors at the front of the room startled Kain as he ran into the corner of the room. "what do i do... they are coming for this... everyones dead what do i do! I need... to destroy it!" Kain ran to one of the lamps in the room grabbing it he flung it onto the floor as the oil spilled out onto the floor with flames dancing atop of it. Kain threw the heart into the center of the flame as he watched the small streaks of water start to drip from it. He could hear the massive footsteps of Garret coming through the threshold of the front door of the town hall. He would still have to make it down the long hall and to the main chamber. Kain quickly moved as he set as many objects in front of the door. The heart still ensnared in the orange flames as the ice continued to melt. The Fire had started to spread in the room as to danced farther and farther on the floor. Kain knew he would die, either by fire or the army outside... he just had to destroy the heart.


He ran back to the fire that held the heart as he placed his forearm over his face to block him from the intensifying heat. The footsteps of Garret's heavy feet made the floor of the main hall moan and cry with every step. He was getting closer and closer. Kain looked into the fire as he watched the final bit of ice begin to drip away. The sound of footsteps stopped outside the door. Kain stared at the barricaded door waiting for the worst he just needed a few more minutes and the heart would be completely destr-... "lub-dub" the heavy pounding of a heart sounded as Kain's eyes slowly moved to the flame in front of him... the heart began to compress and expand in the fire as if... it was still alive. "OPEN UP BOY!" Garret screamed as the doors bowed from his heavy knocking. Kain began to panic as he stared at the door then back at the heart. thrusting his hands into the flames he grabbed the heart as his hands stung with the fiery burn. The heart continued to beat in his hand as he stared down upon it.... Fire won't destroy it... how can I get rid of this thing... Another loud thunderous knock at the door as the doors began to snap. Without thinking anymore Kain thrust the heart into his mouth as he began with each bite to eat the thriving heart. The blood inside sprayed over the corners of his mouth. His burn hands were covered in the red and purple like liquid. As he forced bite by bite into his mouth and swallowed it. Tears falling from his eyes as the disgusting taste stained his pallet. Bite by bite he wanted to puke more and more as he fell to his knees the fire now raging around him. The heart disappeared into his mouth with every bite until it eventually was devoured. The heavy doors of the main chamber shot open as the men and Garret were met with the horrifying site of a child surrounded in flame and covered in blood. Kain's eyes began to be covered in a slight fog as the room grew darker and darker. He could feel his insides being torn apart bit by bit as he felt each organ being torn asunder. His hand swung to his chest as he clutched it he could feel his own heart beat racing faster and faster as each thump shook his entire body in pain. His arms became heavy as they drooped to his side numb with pain. His back became lazy as he could not hold himself up anymore. With a loud thump Kain's body slammed against the wood floor. His head was that of lead as it slammed against the floor... So... tired... i'm so... tir-. His eyes slowly shut as he lay on the floor the flames around him encompassing him in a cocoon enveloping destroying his flesh and bone as he lay unconscious.

• Combat

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  - Weapons/Skills:
  
  
  No skills in anything
  
  
  No weapon training
  
  
  He is Cannon Fodder
  
  
  He has an adept tolerance of pain but can still feel it.
  
  
  - Teigu:
  
  
  Name: Tannin's Heart
  
  
  Appearance: It's inside of Kain.
  
  
  Power/Ability: Immortality and quick regeneration. The Leviathan can not be killed only stopped. You may cut from its body only to have it re attach or grow back. It's head has been cut clean off but yet returns. The monster never ages, and only knows the taste of death but will be unable to find it.
  
  
  The heart consumed by Kain has taken over his body, regenerating his organs, bones and skin to what it is today. He has been "killed" "maimed" so many times yet he just re attaches the limb if cut off, or gets up from all the terrible things done to him.
  
  
  

 

[Carl]

Both of you: Approved!


Looking forward to rp'ing with y'all ^^

 

[Sol]

- Name: Jaime Calderon


- Gender: Male


- Age: 22


- Appearance:

- Personality:


Jaime is naturally laid-back and only gets serious if he has to. He likes toying with a target, making them suffer just a little bit more than necessary....just a little and only to those who really deserve it. He usually just keeps to himself, but does not necessarily dislike interacting with people. When he is with friends however, he seems like the happy-go-lucky sort that shows a far cry from his usual demeanor among strangers. He usually plays the peacekeeper role when he is with his friends, opting to hear both sides then coming up with a solution that usually satisfied both sides. He is a believer in fairness, not justice nor vengeance, fairness.


"You screwed over a lot of people, so I'll screw you over in an equal amount complete with interest in my own simple way...it's only fair."


- History/Reason(s) for having joined Nightdawn:


Jaime had a simple life, right up until he became too intelligent for his own good. He had stuck with a small circle of friends, He usually kept to himself. He went to school and went home afterwards, to most people he is anti-social. To the people who know him, he just wouldn't shut up. He lived among the middle-class. And every generation in his family at least one was a trained combatant, that responsibility was shoved on to him. His parents worked him to the bone, especially his mother, it was all in preparation for the responsibility they were about to unexpectedly dump onto him, that responsibility came in the form of Enkidu. The family heirloom, a deceptively simple looking combat staff that possesses superhuman augmentation and enchantments.


As for joining Nightdawn, Jaime was simply tired of the all the oppression going on around him. That was what made him lose his small tight circle of friends to begin with. There was demonstration, his friends took part and the demonstration turned into a full-blown massacre. On the surface, he was indifferent about it. On the inside, he swore a simple vendetta. For a time, he actively harassed the imperial patrols within his small town. After some time, he had received a letter telling him to come alone at the town graveyard. He had a feeling this was a trap, but went ahead with it anyway. He had waited hours and hours until he gave up, he said a little prayer to the graves of each of his friends and went on his way. "So you do know the value of patience then." A stranger had approached him. "How would you like to take the next step in your little vendetta?" Jaime jumped at the opportunity he was offered.


"I just want to repay the empire with interest for what they took from me, it is only fair."


- Weapons/Skills: Nimble, agile, knows a bit of hand-to-hand combat but prefers using his staff as a weapon. Self-taught and is usually unorthodox in his fight style.


-Teigu Name: Enkidu


-Teigu Appearance: Steel tipped polished hardwood fighting staff with a steel wolf's head on top.


-Teigu Ability: Upon direct contact with the wood or steel of the staff, the user experiences heightened senses, making them move and react faster, and gives them a second sight allowing them see through the body of an opponent and discern weaknesses or ailments. Usage of the staff for extended periods of time wears out the user and may even give them a high fever if used for too long. Hence it is wrapped using any material (cloth, leather,etc.) after usage to prevent the user from directly touching the polished wood of the staff. Jaime had crafted a leather sheathe to address the issue.


I wonder if I'll make the cut. xD

 

[Carl]

Very much so, interesting Teigu mate


Approved ^^

 

[Sol]

thanks, I spent more time figuring out the Teigu than the actual character.

 

[ninbinz]

The RP is here

 

[Mitaku]

- Name:Rose Ilan

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- Gender:Female

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- Age:19

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Spoiler

- Personality:Rose is rather flirtatious and seductive.She knows she has an amazing body and is not afraid to use it to get what she wants.Rose does not mind the sexual advances of other and any man,especially if they are a man in power.Rose can be a little selfish at times,but will rather die than let her friends take a hit.

Spoiler

- History/Reason(s) for having joined Nightdawn:Rose was born into a poor family with nothing but a mother.Rose's love for power grew from there,of which stemmed from her mother.Her mother loved her dearly,but with each passing husband,their reputation only sunk lower.Rose's mother's husbands were known to die unexpectedly,all from burning.Rose's mother would find a husband easily and quickly,all the while teaching her daughter about the best way for a woman to survive,and how to protect yourself.The older woman used men like they were tools,then killed them slowly and painfully.Soon a serial killer began to come to surface,known as the Blare Witch.The witch could burn you in an instant,then resurrect your body to do her bidding.Soon the witch was Traced back to Nightdawn,and soon traced down altogether.Before they could kill Rose's mother,she left her daughter at the Nightdawn's base,with a choker of a flame.Her words before leaving her daughter were,"The fire in this heroic but bloody group,shall spark the flames for a better tomorrow.Be part of that fire,that will purify the world."With that she was gone.

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Weapons/Skills

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•Master Acrobatic

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•Master Assassin

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•Blade Mastery - Rose is extremely skilled at the use of swords,daggers,and bladed projectiles.She could were a slim fighting dress and still hide a multitude of weapons on her body.

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•Kicking Master - Rose is an expert of almost all kicking martial arts.Her kicks are strong enough to break buildings,even without her Teigu.

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Rose does not cary all of them,but she always has the final 3 blades,or at least the dagger and shortest sword.

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- Teigu Name: Pyro King

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- Teigu Ability:


♠Pyro King gives the user the ability to manipulate any and all kinds of flames:White Fire,Dark Fire,Blue Fire,Holy Fire,Demonic Fire,etc.


♠.Rose is also able resurrect people from their ashes and use their body for he own bidding,but for a set amount of time

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[Carl]

I like your character, Teigu and lay-out...But I'm afraid you overdid it on the abilities a wee bit.


I'd advise you to keep the abilities a bit more 'in-key' with one another.


For example, the enhanced kicking is out of place and could easily be done without.


I'd also like you to remove the turning her body to ash and controlling ash.


This is what I would personally suggest you to have as an array of abilities:


- Weaponry


- Manipulate all types of flames


- Resurrect people who were burned to death by flames manipulated by her, for a temporary duration.


These are just suggestions but it would be more in-key with Pyro King.


Cheers.

 

[Ineffectivd]

- Name: Serina Blackhearth


- Gender: Female


- Age: 25


- Appearance: <p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2013_06/image.jpg.aba64b36269606714de69e7e5c25c9b5.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="1984" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2013_06/image.jpg.aba64b36269606714de69e7e5c25c9b5.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>


- Personality: A quiet and reserved Mage who withdraws herself from social interaction, and keeps to reading a book that she carries with her. It seems to be an original copy of a certain spellbook, but the title has faded with time, and all that remains of the title are smudges and fingerprints. When interacted with, however, her speech is polite and reserved, never once raising her voice even when she is angry. She has a rather no-nonsense attitude towards many things, choosing, rather, to follow the natural law of things, and tries to get her fellow team-mates to do so. They usually never listen. She plays a supportive role in combat, using her extensive knowledge of magic to both heal and damage targets from afar. She strays far from the frontlines, and her Teigu, along with her spells, make her a very support-heavy and team-reliant member.


She seems bitter about her past and reveals very little about it. One can assume something bad has happened before and she now tries to repent by joining the Nightdawn.


- History/Reason(s) for having joined Nightdawn:


"I have no history. I hail from an academy of mages and that is all you have to and need to know. Just allow me to overthrow this menace with you. I wish to do the world good for once in my life."


- Weapons/Skills:


1)Dark magic: Serina is able to summon a dark void from the ground that creates hands made of darkness that cling onto the shoes of the ones caught in the radius. If casted on a single target, it applies a Tag as well. Can otherwise summon darkness into several balls that strike enemies with kinetic energy or to drop beams of dark energy onto enemies from said spheres. There might be other maneuvers as well. All hits apply a single 'Tag'.


Otherwise has no skill in melee combat. Is extremely squishy. Even more so when she starts 'Tagging'.


- Teigu: Death's Eye


- An emerald inset onto one end of her belt. It gives Serina the ability to 'tag' a target that any of her spells strike, which is then channeled into their nervous systems, increasing the pain two-fold of received attacks per Tag placed on the victim. The blowback, however, is that she receives as many tags on herself as the ones she has placed. E.g. She hits 5 people with 2 tags each, she will receive 10 tags on herself, and receive twenty fold the pain she takes. Effectively, this requires her to be put at a far distance where she can bombard the enemy and stay safe at the same time.

 

[Carl]

I'd say: Choose one elemental or other type of Magic; if you want to be a mage, rather than so many types.


The Teigu is fine though but you're overdoing it on the magic. Also, I'd advise you not to take Pyro-magic since we already have a character that will use that type of abilties through her Teigu.


Cheers. 
EDIT: Ineffectivd approved.


Last slots: Amdreams & SirrDurr.


Cheers.

 

[amdreams]

Name: Artemis Avadonia


Gender: female


Age: 21


Appearance: (I'll put the picture up once I'm done with it.) Luna stands at 5'5" with a rather slender frame. She is fair skinned, with silvery blue eyes and dark brown hair that falls down her back in messy waves. She rarely takes care of her appearance and wears whatever seems most comfortable, even if it isn't exactly flattering or fashionable. The only accessories she ever wears is a hairpin and a music box key around her neck.


Personality: Luna is never one for socialization due to inexperience and lacks much of the tact needed for it. Simple and a bit animalistic in her thinking, she puts survival first and foremost over anything intangible such as a bond or relationship. Though quiet and fairly distrusting of most people, she is very easy to please and distract, with her affinity for shiny objects and food, especially meat and sweets. As most of her actions reveal, she is very much a tomboy and often forgets that she is indeed a girl. She is fond of dark places and the night sky, and hates the sun and fussing over her appearance due to a slight insecurity of her looks.


History:

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Artemis was born into a poor family in a village influenced by a branch of the Path of Peace. Her parents had died of disease when she was still pretty young, leaving her in the hands of her sister, Talia, 8 years her senior. They didn't have much but the neighbors would sometimes chip in to help the sisters. It wasn't the best life but they were happy


As a child, Artemis could never be called a particularly pretty child. Her face was rather plain with eyes a bit too big for it. Her hair was so out of control that she had to cut it short like a boy's. And her body was sickly pale and scrawny. That coupled with her energetic personality, people often joked that she was more like a boy than a girl. No, she wasn't a beauty.


It was Talia who inherited the family looks, with her straight red-gold hair and striking blue eyes. Artemis was very proud of her beautiful and kind sister, who skipped some meals to buy her the hair pin she had said was pretty.


When Artemis was 13, Talia, 21, had been chosen to become a disciple to their lord, something that was somewhat expected and very much celebrated. Talia soon left after first giving her little sister a small music box and promising to come visit.


Life got a little bit harder after Talia left. Artemis was forced to start stealing and pickpocketing in order to eat. No one wanted to play with the ugly kid, so she made friends with a cat she brought home one day. She waited each day for a visit or even a letter to come from her sister.


But neither came. Two years had passed and Artemis did not hear anything from her sister, but she didn't make a fuss, believing that Talia was just really busy with her discipleship. She instead found her own ways to keep busy as well, from exploring all the nooks and crannies of the town having pretend conversations and lives with her cat.


One day, while exploring the town, she came across a hidden alleyway behind the cathedral. A foal stench hung in the air as she approached it. There wasn't much in the area, or maybe she couldn't see much since the sun didn't touch this piece of land, just a pile that seemed to reek of death. As she got closer, she nearly threw up. It was a pile of bodies, mostly female. It was only about five girls but the fact that it was even there painted something suspicious. Judging by the many puncture wounds and strange color of the fresher corpses, it could've been drug overdoses. But there was also a lot of bruises as well.


The sight and smell was enough to drive Artemis insane but what really drove her across the edge was the familiar face staring at her from the pile. It was Talia. She must've been dead at least a month or two. As tears fell down her cheeks, Artemis was filled with a newfound anger. Talia joined them, believing that she was going to do good and this is what it got her? They didn't even have the decency to bury her?


The next day, Artemis snuck in under the guise of another "disciple". Luckily she had grown out of her awkward phase so no one seemed to notice anything out of the ordinary. That is until she drew a knife and tried to attack the priest.


I'd like to say that the attack was a success. That Artemis had gotten her revenge and the corruption within the town stopped. But there is only so much a fifteen year old girl with no concrete plan could do against a man with guards and an entire town wrapped around his finger. She ended up having to run and take refuge in the surrounding woods. Not even an hour had passed before Artemis was declared an enemy, a girl who had strayed from the path of God charged with attempted murder.


Artemis had to spend the majority of her later years living in the forest, hidden from public view and stealing from anyone who happened to cross by. Each day, she slowly made her way west while perfecting her thievery and stealth skills.


She stumbled across her teigu when robbing the passing carriage of a noble (19). Among his things, she found a small egg-shaped crystal with gold designs on the exterior and a deep red liquid inside. Given the way the trinket was locked up, Artemis figured that it was expensive and pocketed it. As she started to run for it, the noble sent his guards after her. Since it was a bit hard to run through the trees and make sure the crystal didn't fall out of her pocket, she placed it in her mouth, only to accidentally swallow it when she tripped over a root, nearly choking as her mouth was filled with a slight coppery taste. She had managed to get away though a bit pissed since she lost her meal ticket.


It wouldn't be for months until she realized that the egg thingy, or rather the contents inside, had created certain changes within her. Using her newfound abilities, she began robbing the houses of nobles this time, with a decent success rate. One night, she happened to target a family that seemed to gain the attention of someone else as well. Nightdawn. Watching the group from a safe distance, she was suddenly reminded of Talia and how she had wanted revenge against the religion branch in her hometown. If she was going to get it, she'd get it with these people.


Weapons/Skills:

• Weaponry/Fighting Style - Artemis is best with close ranged fighting, and isn't very good with ranged combat. Her main, and only weapons, are a pair of tonfa and two medium sized knives. Her fighting style consists of standing a distance away from her enemy then a quick lunge to attack before moving back.
  
• Stealth & Agility - Artemis is rather good at moving around as quietly as she needs and hiding in small places. Her agility is also nothing to laugh at. She may not be able to flip through the air or jump great distances but she has a good sense of balance and an vice-like grip that makes for decent climbing.
  
• Knowledge of Plants - During her time living in the forest, Artemis has come to be able to distinguish between edible plants, medicinal herbs, and poisonous plants . . . through a lot of first hand experience. Luckily she never unwittingly ate something lethal but there are countless very bad experiences that have carved memories into her stomach.
  
• Iron Stomach - This probably won't really come in handy but due to her time eating many suspicious looking plants, Artemis has a greater resistance to weak poisons and spoiled food than the average human.
  

Teigu: Glamour of Fae


Looks: It's blood . . . So it looks like blood. The crystal egg thingy was just a holder.


Abilities: This teigu allows the user to manipulate the cells of their body to shapeshift. The weakness of it is that it takes a long time to turn into something with a drastically different mass and frame than your current one and is rather painful when doing so. Things like changing hair, skin or eye color would be quick and easy, but things like turning into animals take time.


A secondary ability to this is an increased self healing ability. It can't regenerate lost limbs or organs but cuts would heal relatively easily.

 

[Carl]

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