Fantasy The Mogul ( A Fantasy RP) ( CS )

[Britt-21]

Here is the CS Thread for those who are ready to post their characters. There is a few pieces of criteria to your skeleton.

First; you must have these pieces of information in your sheet. If you wanna add to it, that's fine:

Name:
Age:
Gender:
Personality:
Partner (character AND writer):
Pairing(hot headed/cold headed?):
Which type are you? (Physical, Mental, Verbal):
Magic Type: (Leave blank till given the type by me)
History/Bio:
Relationship(Friends, enemies, etc):
Looks:

Second; Your sheet must be detailed with your personality and your bio because not only are you building a history with your partner but your personality must show the prominent trait while also explaining the less prominent ones. This will help the characters click and help others understand your dynamic some more for those outside the pairing.

Third; Your sheet will be accepted based on the rating given. Cookie will mean it needs some work, a Heart will mean it's accepted. You will be dmed on what must be fixed to fit into the criteria if you get that cookie.

Forth; Anime pictures or Art that isn't too realistic is perfectly fine for the FC​

 

[orpheus.]

wip

Incubus

artist

NIMBLE BASTARD

R

equisite.

name

Andrek Tenko

age

Fourty-five

gender

Cis Male

partner

Mitra ( -ferret- )

pairing

Nimble

/ Clumsy

relationship

Parental Figure

kingdom

Sazzora Dynasty

type

Verbal

p

syche.

With the amount of love Andrek has lost in his lifetime, he fears that there is no room for anything else new to occupy the fragmented heart in his chest. Still, he

endures

on in the memory of his loved ones. The last thing he wants to do is make a misstep and cause grief to someone who doesn't deserve it. He can be

kind

, even if it looks like e's swallowing glass to do it. In the court of the Emperor, he had to mature rather quickly to get ahead. This led to a desensitized approach to "childish" things. A part of him wishes to be something more than just a well-learned

]weapon

of the state, but he can't find that nudge he needs to completely move on. Maybe he's weak for being

nostalgic

. But, those memories are everything to him. What would he be if he freed himself from such silly chains?

Magic:

h

istory

Notes: Son of the sister to the Sazzoran Emperor, head of royal guard, quit when his (gay)lover was killed in an assassination attempt on the Emperor, Always felt a pull away from his duties and station. Mother's dying wish was that he find another thing to live for than being the perfect weapon.

g

allery.

♡coded by uxie♡

 

[Phayne]

The Cynic

Ciaran Kilbane

General Profile

Legal Name

Ciaran Kilbane

Gender

Male

Sexuality

Heterosexual

Age

19

Height

5ft 11

Weight

154lbs

Occupation

Gang member

Country of Birth

Noniel

The Mogul Files

Partner

Rinnosuke / The Elder

Relation

Childhood friends / Brothers not related by blood

Pairing:

Cynical / Optimistic

Type:

Verbal

Magic

Sacred Wind Generation

Physical Examination

Strength

Mobility

Endurance

Combat Skill

The Cynic

"Authenticity is nothing more than a child's fantasy. Behind every word spoken, every action taken there is and always will be an ulterior motive"

Ciaran Kilbane, a man who tends to lean towards the darker side of life. A naturally distrustful man Ciaran will very rarely if ever lower his guard around people, even if that person is someone whom he has known for a very long time. He knows full well that people are motivated by their own desires, tempted by their own greed and their own selfishness; that beneath their actions lies a motivation... a need to benefit themselves. He can seldom look at a person without second guessing their intentions and motives. Calm and collected about his thoughts, he doesn't jump or act on emotion; rather he tries to decipher and grasp what is actually occurring; if only to question the authenticity and sincerity behind it.

Society has done very little to break down the walls that Ciaran has erected around himself. If anything, it is society that has nurtured the seed of cynicism that had rooted itself deeply within a young Ciaran; given the selfish interest of society is plain for everyone to see. The Rich thrive off the poor, the strong dominate the weak, the ruthless take from the helpless... this is simply fact present within society and even the natural world. It is simply survival of the fittest and it is only those that harbour the ruthless desire to dominate that ever stand at the top. Ciaran refuses to allow himself to suffer this oppression, to put himself in a position in which he can be taken advantage of, betrayed for the sake of someone else's selfish goal.

This is a dog eat dog world and the only person that Ciaran truly trust is himself. The lone wolf outcast, Ciaran is naturally drawn towards the comfort of solitude for it is only within that solitude can he protect himself from those that seek to take from him. Within that solitude, there is safety and comfort; knowing that he himself is not vulnerable to the influence of society's selfish desires.

While Ciaran has yet to reach the point of completely ostracizing himself from society as a whole, he tends to make it very difficult for people to actually like him or put up with him. He does his best to keep any if all relationships as a distance, and he is more likely to create boundaries and issues with anyone he has to meet; often talking in a very rude, sarcastical and sometimes blunt manner. Since he isn't looking to lower his guard and let you in to his circle, he see's no need to practice good etiquette in order to appease and fit in. If his actions and his manner of speaking offend, you can guarantee that Ciaran will not lose any sleep over your feelings.

Likewise, while he does not sugar coat his words for the sake of making a good impression, he finds it aggravating when someone speaks to him in a manner he feels is 'fake'. He cannot stand people that put on a façade in order to make a decent impression, hiding who they really are for the sake of fitting in and getting along with everyone. He finds this habit to be distasteful and fraudulent, seeing those that do as much as being someone he can never trust. If someone truly had no ulterior motive, then they would have no need to hide behind a mask.. to cast an illusion; hiding who they really are.

Truth be told, the one person that Ciaran trusts the least is himself. While he will question and criticise the authenticity of everyone around him, deep down it is the darkness within himself that he battles with daily that frightens him the most. He struggles to convince himself that he himself is someone worthy of being trusted; that he will not discard others for the sake of his own benefit. He consistently battles with the idea that he is no different, no better than those that he openly mocks and that if he were to ever 'accept' someone, he would be the one to betray them.

History

"Was it nature that made me this way? or was I nurtured to view the world with such condemnation?"

Was it by nature that Ciaran was born to be this way or was it by pure chance that he was nurtured to view the world with eyes full of doubt. For many years, psychologist have argued their points upon the age old debate of Nature vs Nurture, if it is predetermined at birth that a child will turn out a certain way or if the environment they grow up in is the leading influence towards their final outcome.

You could argue both cases over several nights and days and come no closer to finding the answer when Ciaran is involved. Unplanned, unprepared and unfit, Ciaran was born into a rather young family, a foolish unmarried couple that had no intention of harboring a child, yet faith had other plans for them. Born and raised against their better judgement, the early years were a time rife with stress, frequent arguments between both parents causing their home life to be far from pleasant; innocent golden eyes watching as both mother and father languished with the consequences of their decisions. Memories that would arguably lay the foundations of what he came to be.


Times were hard for Ciaran's family; his father struggling to keep hold of a long term job whilst his mother struggled at home, her health deteriorating due to the stress of having to take care of Ciaran as well as of her partners inability to gain any semblance of financial stability. This would of course put further strain on their relationship up until the breaking point where one night after a particularly long argument, his father would walk out that door never to be seen again.

Roughly 6 months would elapse before Ciaran was sent to an orphanage; his mother unable to take care of him any longer due to her ailing condition and his father's whereabouts a mystery despite how hard the local authorities had tried to find him. During this time, Ciaran would begin to show a more independant side to himself, choosing to be alone rather then mingle with the other children at the orphanage despite their caretakers efforts to have him 'open up'. This isolation would last awhile before Ciaran's first contact with Rinnosuke; the red haired youth a year older having an aura about himself that Ciaran couldn't simply ignore, couldn't pretend didnt exist. There was something that drew Ciaran to Rinnosuke, an influence that seemed to melt the barriers that Ciaran had erected upon himself, a fire that melted the icy distance that Ciaran had tried to keep from everyone else.

While Ciaran had kept that distance between himself and everyone else, he would become surprisingly close to Rinnosuke, the two quickly becoming close friends and nigh on inseperable as they lived their days out at the orphanage; getting into adventures and in some occassions trouble as they waited for the day they could properly leave this place. Rinnosuke was always the optimistic one, always believing that something good was going to come their way so long as they were patient and believed, Ciaran however always had his doubts, always chose to grasp his version of reality, even against Rin's encouragement which was slowly beginning to wear down Ciaran's walls.

Alas, any progress at breaking down his defences would be quashed as Ciaran was proven right on one certain occassion. Having gone on one of their adventures, a group of paranoid citizens had made the unfounded assumption to classify them as Moguls, an older man claiming to have never seen them without the other. It didn't take long for a group of people to chase them, fully believing that the two friends were the dreaded abominations that society detested.

Chased into the ports of Noniel, the two would find themselves separated; Rinn turning towards a large group of crates while Ciaran opted to head towards one of the storage warehouses, the dark haired youth drawing a group of their chasers with him as he entered the darkened warehouse. Lost, Scared confused and eventually cornered in the back of the warehouse; the youth would undergo a beating from several of the Noniel citizens; their judgement cast without a sliver of evidence. The beating would last several minutes with Ciaran fading into unconsciousness; his body left in the dark corner until it was eventually found by a dockworker that had treated his wounds.

Battered, beaten and abused. It would be a day before Ciaran returned to the orphanage; his arms laced with purple welts as he sullenly made his way towards his room with the dockworker explaining the situation to the caretakers. Hoping to see Rinnosuke there, Ciaran would eventually learn that his best friend had yet to return, not had he been seen since the pair of them had split up at the docks. An investigation was put in place, yet despite that it was never really a priority for the officers. A missing orphan accused of being a Mogul didn't really scream priority for them.

A couple Years would elapse with no news towards Rinnosukes disappearance until finally one day, mail had arrived to the orphanage addressed directly to Ciaran much to everyones surprise. For days, he would simply stare at the unopened letter; unwilling to open it yet never resolved enough to discard it away. Something about that first letter had drawn him in, yet his doubt would always prevent him from taking that step to open it. It wasn't until the 2nd letter arrived that he would finally give in to temptation. A mixture of emotions had welled up inside Ciaran, the news of Rinnosuke being alive and well causing him to undoubtedly feel a shred of joy and relief, yet the thought that he was living a better life while Ciaran remained at the orphanage had also caused him to feel a sense of jealousy as well as doubt. Ciaran despite wishing he didnt, cannot deny having thoughts towards Rin intentionally using Ciaran to draw the crowd away for his own benefit. That he had used Ciaran as a distraction whilst he fled the kingdom for a better life. It would be a constant internal struggle for Ciaran, on one hand being relieved that his closest friend was alive, yet also being envious towards their vastly different situations. While they would remain in contact, Ciaran as he got older would attempt to find ways of forgetting such thoughts; to try and distract himself from thinking the worst of Rinnosuke despite such thoughts being impossible to get rid of. A darkness lingered within him and it was unwilling to let go of such twisted assumptions.

Entering his late teens, Ciaran would frequently find himself out late at night; searching for any form of trouble that he could get himself into. Gangs were abundant and a useful tool for getting himself to release any pent up stress, regardless of if he came out the victor or the loser. Inevitably, he would begin to make a name for himself on the streets as someone you didn't really want to be involved with and someone that was better to avoid if at all possible.

Ciaran would eventually affiliate himself with a shady business. Largely dealing with underground gambling, Ciaran despite his age was offered a job as a bouncer. He had proven himself an avid street fighter and someone that didn't exactly mess about. So long as he was paid accordingly, he would cause no problems and if anything his cynical nature had proven useful in dealing with certain individuals that tended to frequent the establishment.

While life was not painted in glory, Ciaran had managed to etch out a niche for himself. He had some form of income and no longer needed to rely on the orphanage; especially since he was close to being over the age limit. Alas, just as he was getting comfortable; his past would come to haunt him with that same familiar sensation from all those years ago.

Appearance

"You would be foolish to trust simply what your eyes can see, for hidden beneath the surface lies a darkness ready to consume"

Ciaran stands at about 5ft 11 inches in height and has a rather toned physique; though he does lean a bit more towards the skinnier side due to his circumstances. He has hazel coloured eyes accompanying a beauty mark under his right eye, as well as a scar above his left eye which is often obscured by his hair. Presently, Ciaran has a two-toned hair color, choosing a golden blonde dye to contrast the naturally dark hair color he was born with. While it was kept rather short during his youth, he has since left it to grow into a dishevelled state or what some would call a messy wolf cut style with blonde streaks throughout. When he does let it grow, he will either style it in a man bun or a pony tail.

To further accentuate this rebellious look, he has taken it upon himself to get a stylized tiger tattoo upon his neck; the choice influenced by his favourite animal. This tattoo extends down towards the right side of his chest.

Tools of the Trade

"Everything is a weapon... including deceit..."

~Fighting Style~
Ciaran is your generic everyday street fighter, someone cast into the wilderness and left to fend for themselves. It is true countless hardships living rough that Ciaran developed his own style of combat; a school of fighting that didn't rely on years upon years of honing and development. A street brawler that isn't afraid to fight dirty should he need to, he will use any and every advantage that he can get in order to win.

On the streets, a fight isn't just some disagreement between two parties... it is far more savage... far more primal. Quite often, these are fights for survival where it is winner takes all, survival of the fittest. There is no chivalry... no honour out here.

~Tools~
Ciaran will quite often utilize knuckle dusters to fight, though he isn't opposed to using metal bats or metal pipes... or even a discarded chain. Virtually anything he can get his hands on.

Sacred Wind Manipulation

"Realize the fragility of your deceit and kneel before the winds of Judgement."

~Magic~
The magic afforded to Ciaran has been classified as 'Sacred Wind Manipulation', a divine form of Aerokinesis that imbues the wind with the holy attribute. Ciaran effectively has access to abilities associated with Aerokinesis but expands upon its limitations with the addition of the divine / holy aspect, gaining access to additional abilitities such as power bestowal and purification. Sacred Wind is considered to be extremely effective against the supernatural, such as angels, deities, demons and other divine-type beings. This ability is considered to be the direct counterpart to its unholy counterpart.

Ability One: Sacred Aerokinesis - Similar to standard aerokinesis but with the addition of a holy attribute. He can create, shape and manipulate wind for a variety of effects. For example, he can generate blasts of winds to augment his attacks or weaponize wind in the form of 'Razor Wind' (creating blades of wind). He has the ability to manipulate the air currents around himself, allowing for feats such as flight or air walking as well as creating a strong localized barriers of wind to protect himself.

Ability Two: Holy Winds of Purification - (Purification) The ability to summon sacred heavenly winds that have the ability to purify any evil or negative affects cast upon the caster and his closest ally. In other words, debilitating side affects that would otherwise inflict effects such as poison, burn slows, stuns etc are all nullified. This has the added affect of causing damage over time towards entities of unholy origin. An AOE style of ability that generates a strong body of wind that encapsulates the immediate vicinity around Ciaran. It cannot be focused upon a target.

Ability 3: Sacred Blessing - (Power Bestowment) An ability that temporarily marks a designated target with a holy stigmata. Those bestowed with this mark are purified of any negative afflictions and are granted some passive benefits linked with the wind. Some examples are: Increased movement speed, Air toxin immunity (breath that fresh air). They also gain resistance to unholy magic.

Ultimate: Divine Punishment, Holy Judgement - Ciaran has the ability to create a barrier that covers a wide area. From within this barrier he creates a vacuum that begins to deplete the oxygen within the enclosed space. As the oxygen diminishes, those caught within and unmarked by the Stigmata will begin to suffocate, falling to their knees in prayer before receiving their divine punishment.

CODE BY SEROBLISS / VALOROUS ORDER

 

[0stinato]

CAREFREE
"... Huh? You want a quote from me?"

• The Man
• The Mogul
• The Milieu

• 
  Name: Florian “Flo” Reinham
  
  Age: 29
  
  Gender: male (he/him)
  
  Sexuality: Questioning, but not looking for answers
  
  Personality:
  
  The world could crack in half and Florian would find a way to cope with it. He has some of his own worries and cares, but he is confident that he can find orderly solutions when they arrive. He has been described as slow, or even lazy by his father during those typical family arguments, but praised on happier days as someone who can always find a way through adversity due to keeping pretty calm by default. He would more readily experience sorrow than anger, and in the face of negativity from others, he wouldn’t worry too much - if someone thinks badly of him, he might do nothing but chuckle.
  
  He finds street smarts more reliably useful than academic intelligence, and he doesn’t mind if he’s not the smartest person in the room. The only deep anxiety he does harbour is the fear of harming someone innocent with his actions. He isn't someone who usually has strong opinions, but he will stand up for what he believes in... most of the time, anyway.
  
  His carefree nature appears to be a mixture of optimistic confidence, a degree of hope, and a pinch of nihilism - after all, if things don't matter, why worry? Other traits he possesses include a strong sense of order and preference, and an underlying current of bad luck.
  
  
  Looks:
  With a height of 6’3”, Florian might cut an imposing figure if he bothered to stand up straight. He tends to lean against things, perhaps providing some credence to claims made about him being lazy. He doesn’t mind what he wears as long as it’s black - it’s easier to ignore creases or stains that way. He shares the same blue eyes and dark hair as his brother, but Florian’s hair is just a bit longer and less tamed. He’s been wearing the same boots for years, paying no mind to the scuffs, nor the fact he’s had a whole lace missing for three years.
  
• 
  Partner: LOL IMAGINE LMAOOO couldn't be me sis
  
  Relationship: ???
  
  Pairing: Anxious and Carefree
  
  Pair Type: Physical
  
  Magic Type: The Conductor
  
  Magic Detail: Together, Irving and Florian have a particular type of terrakinesis: with the power to change the appearance of the landscape, alter terrain and reshape mineral ground, they must work as one in order to achieve this. Where Irving is the source of power, Florian must control it, buffering its wild directions and enhancing its strength, lest its innate power remains undirected which could end up hurting someone. When alone, Florian possesses the ability to use his Conducting abilities to 'buffer' harmful effects out of the way. He doesn't really possess any fighting ability past that, though.
  
  Ability 1
  TBC with GM
  
  Ability 2
  TBC with GM
  
  Ability 3
  TBC with GM
  
  Ultimate
  TBC with GM
  
  Self
  Free from Harm
  Florian’s ability to impact magic extends very slightly to the magic of others. He may not be in sync with an adversary, but when an effect comes close enough, he can ‘buffer’ it out of the way, in effect providing a kind of protection. He would use this to get to Irving if they were separated and unable to connect mentally. As with all capabilities, there are flaws - while this ability works on magic, it would do nothing to stop a plain weapon or projectile.
  
• 
  Occupation: Drifter
  
  Combat capabilities: None. He might be able to throw a punch, but not very well.
  
  People who like him may see him as: More competent than he presents himself, Florian is fairly reliable and organised. He has some mechanical prowess, and his street smarts are nothing to underestimate. If you need someone with his ear to the ground, you could easily do worse. Additionally, he's amicable, and provides a levelling presence regardless if you are on the upper or lower end of society.
  
  People who dislike him may see him as: A depressing presence who speaks as though futility is the same as relaxation. His lack of worry about consequences is a worrying one, although he does avoid those consequences befalling others. He can be somewhat off-putting in his appearance, with his tendency to wear black and stand at 45° angles against walls and such.
  
  History/Bio:
  
  Born in a city in the Republic of Visenburg, Florian was, for a short period of three years, a normal boy with a normal life. Happy ma, happy da, happy little brother. But then they felt a pull together, unexplainable and unstoppable.
  
  He was split from Irving as a child after their powers activated - Florian had little control over the energy that was spawned after the brothers experienced the pull, which ended up injuring Irving, an event that induced a bit of trauma in them both. Shocked and not wanting to have their family hurt, separated forcefully or to incur tragedy in the oft-patrolled streets of the Visenburg cities, their parents decided to split the brothers - their mother took Irving and their father took Florian.
  
  Raised as an only child by his father from age 3, the lack of control that occurred when he was young bit deeply, even though he was too young to remember even who it was who got hurt, but his father taught him that one cannot blame oneself for accidents. At no point did he recall the details of why he felt this way, nor considered anything about the Mogul, which was always the big news story around. He grew up to become someone very orderly, and with that nature came confidence. Disliking typical life roles, Florian chose a path of rebellion and ease, sitting back in the seat of his motorcycle and letting the road decide things for him. Whatever is in his path, he is confident that his organised nature will see him through it.
  
  As a result, Florian learned a lot of practical skills, but is far from an expert in anything really. He may dedicate himself to a project for a while, such as restoring an uncared-for motorcycle, or pickpocketing, but he rarely sees things through to the end. A drifter to the extreme, Florian doesn't usually stay in one place too long, letting whim and fancy decide on his location or vocation until such time as he moves on again. He has been through the gauntlet of monetary status during his travels: one year, he had a stupid amount of money which he blew, another year he was practically living off pennies. But - as he always believes it will - things worked out.
  
  It was only years later, when Florian became reacquainted with Irving through a chance meeting during a public science event in the Noniel Empire that Irving was a part of that they both experienced a sharp memory - a flash, uncontrolled power and an injury. A memory of a power, unlocked by proximity. They both knew they were Mogul.
  
  Since then, he has understood why he and Irving were split, and although it was upsetting for a while that he missed out on time with his mother, he’s not too bothered these days. As a display of loyalty to his brother, Florian took what would have been his maternal surname, but hasn’t really considered if his father back in Visenburg is okay with that.
  
  

 

[SilverFeathers]

Lilia Canteru | Passive

Name: Aurelia Canteru (Goes by Lilia)
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Partner: Lumian Isca / Key of Stars
Pairing: Aggressive & Passive
Bond Type: Verbal
Magic Type: Hyalokinesis
Relationship: Lovers

• Basics & Persona
• Biography
• Magic
• Other

• Looks: Lilia is a somewhat ghostly-looking woman, with naturally pale skin and wispy silvery-blue hair, almost appearing as if she could float away or disappear with the wind at any moment, especially with her preference for simpler, light-coloured or floaty clothes as well. Her most eye-catching feature is her slightly sad-looking violet eyes, a startling contrast to the rest of her pale appearance. She stands roughly around 5'4 and rarely wears heels.
  
  Personality:
  Lilia is a dainty woman, seeming as if she couldn't harm a fly, and to an extent, that's true. Most days, she is a wallflower that only ever seems to sit quietly and watch the world around her. Reading books, listening to music, admiring art, she only ever seems to appreciate what the world leads her to rather than build anything of her own. Rarely, when she does actually play her hand, her works tend to be something special however, owing to her deep understanding of the arts she appreciates. Though friendly and willing to chat with strangers, she rarely approaches people out of her own will, preferring to enjoy her quiet time alone.
  
  A wanderer and free-spirit, nothing seems to ever shake or propel Lilia to action, disliking the inevitable unending conflict or arguments that follow. Even if her life has changed greatly, she still tries her best to appreciate her parents will, living happily and freely as well as she can. Like a river, she bends with the flow, rarely expressing her own opinion, and easily giving in to the wishes of those around her, especially if she cares for them. But even so, she is a person, and there is only so much she can bear before she breaks, unleashing a side deeply hidden and scathing.
  
  Though not the most powerful or agile person, Lilia is a perceptive watcher at heart and has read plenty of books. Biting into and hitting people where they hurt most with words, threats and bluffs is one of her talents, though one she is not exactly fond of.
• Biography:
  The origin story Lilia shares with others is simple. She was an orphan, and grew up in the lively fields of Floramante before being taken to the Noniel Empire by her adoptive family, meeting Lumian and going on a thieving spree. But, in reality, that's only half the story.
  
  The Broken Fields
  Lilia was born in The Broken Fields. Her father was a freelance hired hand, a hitman and assassin, whilst her mother was an assistive member of the mafia. Neither were particularly high up in the rungs of that corrupted society, hence they used every resource they had to smuggle their unexpected, newborn daughter over the border, desperately wanting her to grow up and live a blissful life away from the hellhole they lived in. Scraping all the favours and connections they could, they barely succeeded, and Lilia was brought and left at the doorstep of a little village in south-west Floramante.
  
  Lilia was left with nothing but a few photos and a small cryptic diary to remember her parents by, full of code words and terms she managed to decipher slowly throughout her childhood. But to this day, Lilia has no idea how her parents are doing, or if they're even still alive. Still, she remains true to their wish of living quietly and peacefully, as it is all she can do for them.
  
  The Canteru Family
  At the age of 5, Lilia was adopted by the Canteru family. Her parents were a nomadic kind, travelling in their caravan all across the kingdom, now bringing the young Lilia along with them to see the wonders and sights. They were a kind family to Lilia, but also vaguely distant, especially after they managed to conceive a child only a year after her adoption. Still, she could not blame them for their bias.
  
  A Mogul
  Lilia continued to grow up quietly and peacefully in Floramante. Staying true to her parents even on that one fateful day at the age of 13, by a north-eastern mountain village, when she watched from afar as a young boy was brutally fighting back against another group of youths. Chaotic shouts and splattered blood filled the air, but even as distant as it was, Lilia knew. That voice that tugged deeply at her heartstrings... she instinctively knew what she was, and what he was. Only hell laid in store for them if they were to ever meet, and so she hid. She watched with mixed feelings, unsure if she wanted him to die or be safe, waiting blankly until he had wiped the blood off his face and gone far far away. She... never wanted to meet him, even persuading her parents to leave this village as soon as possible because of that looming fear.
  
  To Noneil
  Three years later, when her adoptive mother wanted to return to her home kingdom of Noneil, Lilia merely nodded her head and agreed, despite knowing how dangerous it was for her kind to go there. After all, she felt it was less likely to meet that boy again if she completely left the kingdom. Unfortunately, four years of peace later, fate had something else in store for her.
  
  First Meeting
  Travelling all the time had its expenses no matter how frugal they were, hence Lilia sometimes took on a simple, temporary job as a waitress at a local bar to earn some funds. Calling out one order however, was her biggest mistake, as a familiar face suddenly looked straight at her with widened eyes. Even if it had been seven years, how could she forget the face of the boy she had hoped to avoid all her life? Her immediate instinct was to run, but part of her knew she couldn't avoid this meeting, especially if she didn't want to be executed.
  
  After talking privately, Lilia heard Lumian's story and she vaguely told him hers. She didn't particularly want to listen to his cause and what he stood for, because she knew in the end all he wanted to do was use her to create bloodshed. Unable to convince her, they parted ways. But, Lumian managed to buy his way into having a place with their merchant caravan, slowly befriending her family and companions over time. With time and travel, they became friends, even if she refused to join his cause, as he did not force her to.
  
  One day however, whilst on a walk through town, Lilia received a sudden call from her parents, about wares being confiscated and the demand of more tax payments. She could only spare a few vague words for her pairing before dashing off. Seeing her parents being struck and forced to the ground, Lilia froze, but Lumian dashed in, fists swinging and blood flying. Everyone she loved was here, she absolutely couldn't let him lose. And for the first time, she did not resist the urge to speak that sacred phrase of her mother tongue. The window to hell was opened, violet flames and cold glass covered the skies, and their destructive powers were brutally unleashed for the first time that day.
  
  Criminal Run
  After that, they had no choice but to go on the run, leaving her peaceful life and her shocked family far behind her. Naturally, as Lumian was new to Noneil, Lilia truly had to wrack her brains to keep them both safe and unsuspected, using native routes and customs to hide and deceive, at least in the beginning. However, Lumian, this oaf, now that they were revealed, wanted to cause even more havoc, asking her to help steal from the corrupt and give to the helpless using their powers. Lilia thought it was suicide, idiotic even. But if not for his kindness, her parents would be in the hospital right now. And it's not like Lilia didn't empathise at all with his cause. Slowly she was persuaded. And the pair managed to wreck havoc across Noneil for a full year before being eventually and inevitably detained.
  
  At the time, Lilia and Lumian were merely out on a walk together to buy food and supplies before heading towards the next city. She only fell behind for a moment when she was restrained and gagged from behind, unable to call or reach out to her partner as he was knocked out by a blow to the head, and she fell to the handkerchief laced with a knock out drug. The next time she awoke was in a cell, with Lumian nowhere in sight.
  
  Though saddened, she knew as soon as they were revealed that this end was inevitable. She had long resigned herself to this fate. She did not have any regrets either. She was grateful to Lumian for giving her the most exciting and fulfilling year of her life, even if all she could do now was wait for death without being able to say a single goodbye.
• Hyalokinesis, including the generation, control and manipulation of glass.
  
  Trigger Word: "Finestra dell'inferno" (Window to hell)
  
  Visual Changes: Her eyes to his and his to hers. Lilia's eyes and glass shimmer a deep blue, whilst Lumian's eyes and flames blaze a bright violet.
  
  Magic Style: Lilia's style and abilities embodies patience and passivity, usually playing a defensive waiting game and covering Lumian's aggressive angles as best she can. If angered or triggered beyond repair however, she can rain hell on her surroundings indiscriminately.
  
  Abilities:
  Cage of Patience (Ability 1): Lilia wraps layers and walls of glass around a target. Should someone forcibly break through and shatter the glass, she can manipulate every shard to dig into them as consequence.
  
  Field of Shards (Ability 2): Lilia lays out a widespread field of shattered glass fragments, disorderly and unpredictable, yet all with their sharpest edges pointing towards the sky.
  
  Glazed Art (Ability 3): Lilia can form sculptures made of glass that she can puppeteer to her hearts content, mostly to distract or attack once, for they are fragile.
  
  Glass Rain (Ultimate Ability): Lilia mercilessly covers the sky in needle or spear-like shards of glass, raining her own form of hellfire upon the world.
  
  Tools of Burning Glass (Partner Ability): Delicately sculpted by Lilia's glass and brilliantly re-forged in Lumian's flames, the pair unitedly create deadly weapons of sharpened and hardened glass, the constant flames on their blades flaring bright once swung.
  
  
• Fluff:
  

  • Name: Lily Xunai is her birthright name, owing to her parents likely heritage from the Sazzora Dynasty. She took on the Canteru surname once she was adopted. But since they also wanted to change her first name to give her a sense of belonging to the family, she acquiesced, and changed her name to Aurelia. Later however, wanting to appreciate and remember both names, she chose to go by Lilia not long after, with the Li from Lily, and the Lia from Aurelia.

  
  Likes:
  

  • Appreciating the arts: Including music, paintings, books, poems, pottery, sculptures, dancing, landscapes, gardens, flower arrangements, scenery and others. Her favourites and the ones she are most knowledgeable about are the first three.
  • Sculpting clay pottery: A therapeutic and nostalgic past-time for her. The Canteru's made a living as travelling merchants, and Lilia still remembers fondly the first time her little flower sculpture was sold successfully.
  • Squirrels: She loves the way they stuff their cheeks so cutely. Her favourite mug used to be squirrel printed.

  
  Dislikes:
  

  • Power: Power leads to arrogance, and a never-ending thirst for more power. She is fearful of how being given power and control can change a person, and fears that she herself will change wielding it.
  • Blood: To see blood means to see someone losing their life force. At first, she wouldn't think of it as a particular dislike, but after seeing a certain someone constantly come back home covered in it, the feelings of overwhelming distress every time have developed into an anxious reaction at the mere sight of it.
  • Thunderstorms: It's not a particularly special or stand-out memory, but Lilia can't help but remember a time when both she and her younger sister were sick and staying at an inn. She could hear her parents caring for and coaxing her sister through the thin walls, whilst she was feverish and coughing her lungs out, and the thunderstrikes seemed especially frightening that day.

 

[MangoGoGo]

Name: Damien

Age: 19

Gender:

Male

Personality

Damien is a resilient, hardworking, and humble individual, with a strong sense of family and duty, coupled with a tendency towards idealism and deep reflection on his life and circumstances.

Partner (character AND writer): Lilith (Lily) | AriAriAbabwa

Pairing(hot headed/cold headed?): Brash | Humble

Which type are you? (Physical, Mental, Verbal): Verbal (Soy Inculto)

Magic Type: Reflective Bastion (shielding):

Mirror Shield: A personal shield that protects Damien from all forms of attacks. Absorbs attacks and stores the energy that can be used for later on attacks. However, if he absorbs too much damage it can break and cause harm to Damien.

Echo Barrier: A long range shield that Damien can cast on anyone within sight. Absorbs attacks like Mirror Shield and stores energy.



History/Bio:

Leaving Noniel

Born and raised in the Noniel Empire until his eighth birthday, Damien witnessed several families being taken away under suspicion of being Moguls. Alarmed by this, his parents decided to pack all their belongings and move to a safer place, fearing that their own house could be targeted next. They planned to travel to Yamore to distance themselves from Noniel, but they ran out of funds and ended up homeless in Habia. This situation was short-lived, as Damien’s father soon found a job, allowing the family to gradually establish a stable life, eventually securing decent housing.

With a stable income, Damien's parents enrolled him in school. The goal was to save enough money to continue their journey to Yamore, but they ended up settling happily in Habia.

Happy Home and School Life in Habia

Life in Habia became more manageable for Damien and his family. However, Damien initially struggled in school due to his period of homelessness. He devoted much of his time to studying at home, eventually not only catching up but surpassing his peers. By high school, he was recognized as one of the smartest kids, always humble and eager to help others.

At home, Damien understood the hardships his parents had faced and did not mind if they missed celebrations like birthdays or holidays. He even worked with his father during vacations to contribute financially, often being reminded by his parents to enjoy his youth rather than work.

High school was uneventful for Damien, marked by a balance of academic excellence, helping friends, and managing work and personal life. After graduating, he took a short break before applying to the Lorendale Institute of Technological Innovations and Historical Studies (L.I.T.I.H).

L.I.T.I.H and Being Taken Away

Damien was thrilled to receive his acceptance letter from L.I.T.I.H. The night before leaving for the institute, he was too excited to sleep, filled with thoughts of future possibilities. At L.I.T.I.H, he befriended Lilith, a troubled student prone to skipping classes. Despite her attitude, Damien felt a connection with her and tried to keep her on track academically.

However, their lives took a dramatic turn when they were suddenly apprehended by a group of individuals at the university. Damien and Lilith were swiftly restrained and escorted away. When they attempted to separate him from Lilith, Damien resisted, insisting they stay together. He was in denial about the possibility of them being Moguls.

The reality that he was a Mogul was difficult for Damien to accept. As the tests confirmed his identity, he realized his old life was over. He was placed in a specialized cell for Moguls, left alone with his memories of his family's struggles, his academic efforts, and the hard work that got him into L.I.T.I.H, all of which now seemed meaningless.

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[Key of Stars]

Lumian Isca



Age: 23

Gender: Male

Partner: Aurelia Canteru | SilverFeathers

Relationship: Lovers

Pairing: Aggressive/Passive

Type: Verbal

Trigger: Finestra dell'inferno

Magic Type: Hell-Fire Manipulation

Spoiler: Abilities

Visual Change: Lumian's eyes blaze in Lilia's violet instead as violet flames tinge the tips of his hair

Abilities:

The Violet Flames (Ability 1): The most basic ability of Hell-Fire Manipulation allows Lumian to create flames on and near his body. Allowing him to do simple stuff like wrapping his fists or feet in fire as he punches or kicks. It also allows him to create fireballs he can throw at enemies from a distance.

Infernal Armor (Ability 2): A more advanced form of Hell-Fire Manipulation that allows Lumian to clad his entire body in blazing violet armor. The armor will stop even bullets from a revolver from piercing his skin. He usually only applies the armor to his upper body as while he himself is resistant to the flames, his clothing is not.

Devil's Medicine (Ability 3): Lumian uses Hell-Fire Manipulation to instantly cauterize small wounds. Because of his body's resistance to fire this doesn't leave the burn scars it normally would. He can use it on others in emergencies, though they will be scarred.

Incandescent Flames (Ultimate Ability): Lumian can compress his flames before releasing them, the longer the compression, the more flames gathered. Resulting in a more violent and potent strike. It's main use is creating fireballs that will explode more violently upon impact.

Tools of Burning Glass (Partner Ability): Delicately sculpted by Lilia's glass and brilliantly re-forged in Lumian's flames, the pair unitedly create deadly weapons of sharpened and hardened glass, the constant flames on their blades flaring bright once swung.

Personality:

Spoiler: Personality

Lumian is someone who strongly believes that any problem can be solved through violence. He is fiercely loyal to those he cares about and will protect them using that very same philosophy of ‘punch first, ask questions later’, charging in and fighting those who wronged him or those he cares about with little regard for his own safety.

He is generally a kind and well-mannered person but when angered he is quick to abandon all caution and get both physical and rather foulmouthed, even if the anger sometimes originates from a simple misunderstanding.

His penchant for fighting has gotten him in trouble more times than he can count and the list of establishments he is allowed to visit is dwindling by the day.

Lilia is the only person who stands a chance in calming him down when he’s angry, though often only after a few punches have been exchanged and some blood has been shed.

History/Bio:

Spoiler: Bio

An orphan from the kingdom of Floramante, he spent the first 13 years of his life in an orphanage in a city in the north of Floramante before he decided to run away. He lived on the road for a few months before he got taken in by a shepherd living in a small village close to the mountains bordering the Habia Kingdom.

There, he lived with his adoptive father for another 8 years. He was known as a mischievous prankster in his village, though for the most part, aside from a fair few fights with youngsters his age (some that ended with more than a little blood being spilled), he avoided getting in any trouble that would affect his future prospects. It wasn’t until his adoptive father fell ill, and the authorities came knocking for taxes there was no way Lumian and his father could pay that Lumian truly let himself go again, and after a particularly bloody fight, his face was plastered on wanted posters throughout the region.

He fled across the border to the Habia kingdom, where he became aware of his father’s death half a year later. Unfortunately for Lumian, it only takes one drunken misstep, one in his opinion completely justified scuffle with law enforcement that just so happened to have a fatal outcome, for one to become a wanted criminal. Having no reason to return to Floramante he decided to cross the border to Noniel instead, determined to make an honest living there.

The night he arrived in Noniel he decided to have a drink at one of the local bars, and at that somewhat crummy bar he met her. The moment she called out his order he knew what he was, what she was, and the power that came with it. Her voice being the only sound that mattered in the sea of other sounds at the busy bar.

He had wanted to live an honest life in Noniel. But after knowing he possessed power far beyond his imagination, why not aim higher? With power like this, he could fight back against the corrupt and give to those less fortunate. And if a few people had to sustain a permanent injury or die for him to achieve his goals, so be it.

Except, the girl, Lilia, much to his frustration, wasn’t willing to work with him. No matter how much he insisted and explained. Even after he used the pocket money he’d borrowed from the law enforcement officer he’d killed to buy his way into the merchant caravan she belonged to. Even after he got into the good graces of her family and friends.

That is, until the day he intervened when government officials tried to confiscate her parents' wares. For the first, and what for most would be the last time, he’d picked a fight he couldn’t win, staring down the barrel of a black brass revolver as a foot pressed him down on the pavement. But when you’re a mogul, a few words is all it takes to turn the tides, a few words is all it takes to turn part of the market district into a hellscape of fire and glass, and a few words is all it takes to become a wanted criminal for the third time in one’s life.

Though Lilia still heavily opposed his violence, she did finally agree to team up after the incident. Together they spend just over a year thieving from the corrupt and giving to those in need. Originally, Lilia’s passivity annoyed him to no end. Though over the course of the year, he steadily learned to tolerate it. Her way of life couldn’t be more different from his, but the more he found himself being dragged along in the mundane activities she enjoyed, the more he found himself appreciating the regular life he’d never had. Well, as regular a life as it could be, when you spend your nights robbing the rich.

He tried to hold back his anger, if even a little, whenever he was with Lilia. But he would still return from the tavern with a few new bruises more often than not, much to Lilia’s chagrin and worry. Overall though, life was pretty good. But comfort and hapiness make one dull, relaxed in a way that had never been allowed when he was barely getting by.

And when you're a wanted thief and mogul all it takes is one slip up for you to end up in jail. He'd lived a fairly satisfying life, and perhaps if it had been only him who would be executed, he might have accepted it. But with Lilia's life on the line, he was going to keep fighting back until the moment he would draw his last breath.

Looks:

Standing at 6'0, Lumian has somewhat messy jet black hair and clear blue eyes. He has more than a few scars covering his body, but has so far avoided a permanent scar on his face. He is almost always covered in at least a few scrapes and bruises. He usually dresses casually, only opting for the most basic of disguises to avoid detection.​

 

[-ferret-]

title

artist

Clumsy Orphan

R

equisite.

name

Mitra Abbasi

age

twenty-one

gender

nonbinary (they/them)

partner

Adrek ( orpheus. )

pairing

Clumsy/Nimble

Relationship

Parental/Child figure

kingdom

Sazzora -> The Broken Fields

Type

Verbal

p

syche.

Mitra is overall

outgoing

. They're friendly and are always striking up conversation with anyone, no matter who they are. Mitra is also

positive

, seeing the silver lining in every situation and always trying to bring the morale up. They hate a sour mood overall and have yet to face a situation so dire as to give up. Mitra is somewhat

mysterious

. While they're friendly and kind, Mitra has trouble making long-lasting connections with others. People seem to only know the basics of the Sazzoran...or are they of the Broken? No one really knows. They seem to keep their cards close to their chest, only revealing important information about themself if there is no other option. Overall, Mitra is bubbly and optimistic, but guarded and a bit odd.

h

istory

Mitra began life with one (1) father and no (0) mother. With a wife who died in childbirth and a rather fussy child, Mitra's father settled down with his kiddo and his dead wife's parents in their tea shop in Sazzora. Mitra grew up tough. They were a weird kid, always having trouble. Their odd habits and lack of mother made making friends hard and their home life was far from perfect. On the other hand, Mitra's father was also having a hard time. He worked a lot and couldn't understand his child. Until the age of five he was convinced they were sick since Mitra had yet to say their first word. The learning curve between Mitra and their father was steep, and not without its hardships. Mitra was a voracious reader though, and it wasn't too long before their father took note. That was how they bonded in the end. Around age thirteen, Mitra was finally becoming adjusted to life. They had a few friends in school and they and their father had an understanding. Everything was copacetic, thriving even. At fifteen, a fire had started in the teashop and Mitra's family members were at a net zero (0) after that. It was the worst. It was something that Mitra never really got to grieve for. Suddenly they were homeless with no support and nowhere to go. They ended up in the Broken Fields after not too long, traveling the continent. They weren't well received anywhere else. What with their inability to make friends and their inherent clumsiness. Every job they worked, they broke something and everyplace they looked for goodwill, they could find none. Not for an odd duck like them. It took them a year, but at sixteen years old, they were working for a gang of Broken. They were the perfect distraction and even though their fighting skills left a lot to be desired, they were worth just enough for a meal every night.

a

ppearance.

Mitra stands at five four with long legs and a shorter torso. They're pale with few blemishes aside from the occasional thin scar. Mitra sports, long, straight black hair the can either be seen worn loose or in a simple braid. Their eyes are almond shaped and so dark that you can only tell they're brown when the lights hits them and turns them a golden whiskey color. Their mouth seems so be set in a perpetual friendly grin, always lighthearted and never somber. Ears adorned with silver rings and dangles and beads send the message that Mitra is fanciful and likes to decorate themself. Thin shoulders and an overall slender physique betray none of their clumsy tendencies. Rather than a bull in a china shop, they are an unbalanced hare. Slight and lithe, they seem in control of their body until they are not. Mitra has overwhelmingly delicate features that contrast to their clumsy nature.

g

allery.

♡coded by uxie♡

 

[Slav]

• Basic
• Appearance
• Personality
• Background
• Theme song

• 
  
  
  Name: Christoph Henkel
  
  Nickname: Chris
  
  Gender: Male
  
  Age: 22
  
  Partner: Carina Schreier ( Servant )
  
  Pairing: Devious and Sincere
  
  Relationship: Inseparable Friends
  
  Type: Verbal
  
  Magic:
  
  Spoiler: Illusionary Magic

  False Hands- Christoph can create an illusion of his hands and arms. This ability doesn’t hide the presence of his real hands, having to use sly techniques to pull it off (like stuffing his real arm in his shirt so he can reach out and pickpocket while an illusion shows a false arm). Being just illusions, objects can pass through them and easily give away his trick.
  
  Mimicry- Christoph can cast an illusion over his face, taking on the appearance of somebody that he has seen recently. The ability only casts the illusion, it is up to him to do the rest. If he can’t envision the face, he can’t recreate it.
  
  Decoy- He can create a false version of himself, a mirror image. The mirror image can only walk, sit, and run. It can’t complete complicated tasks and is purely used for a diversion.
  
  Dual Realities- Christoph can create a small sphere that encompasses an area. This sphere doesn’t appear to exist, being able to see right through it but those inside are unseen. They can see everything with perfect clarity inside the sphere. It’s easy to pass in and out of the sphere, but shifts through it creates trembles in the images it creates. The sphere’s surface is almost fabric like, easy to destroy if discovered.
  
  Emergence of False Eyes: Decoys of Christoph and Carina are created, with Carina adding her attention catching magic onto the decoys. This creates the perfect distraction that would keep the eyes of any onlooker on the decoys and keep suspicion away from the real Christoph and Carina.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  
  
  
  Height: 5'10
  
  Weight: 170 lbs
  
  Apparel:
  
  Christoph's slender form is always wrapped in a colorful array of expensive coats... some may have been stolen. He usually makes sure the pockets are deep, he doesn't want any stolen goods to get noticed. He typically avoids hats, he spends too much time on styling his hair to hide it. He wears boots so he can tackle any situation, especially one that requires moving through the elements.
  
  
  
  
• 
  Christoph is constantly plotting, looking for ways to gain an unfair advantage over those around him. He is willing to go as low as possible to gain what he wants, any unethical action justified by his drive to gain what he doesn't have. If he can get his hands on it, he will probably steal it. Christoph often acts eccentric, in an attempt to turn the attention towards him and away from his hands. He can seem a bit grabby, though that's because he's trying to see if you have anything worth stealing. He has no remorse when it comes to his actions, gladly participating in the immoral actions that his personality pushes him to.
  
  With his drive to steal everything in sight, he gets himself into constant conflict. Christoph has a willingness to fight, though he isn't upfront about it. Under handed attacks and misdirection are what he utilizes to separate himself from those that want to stop his stealing spree. He is okay with all levels of violence, though he keeps extreme levels of it to dire situations. The thief is unrelenting, willing to keep trying until he accomplishes the goal that he set out to finish.
  
  He doesn't mind hiding his true intentions from strangers, but Carina is an exception. She is the only person that Christoph shows his true self to. He's not a guarded individual, though he tends to put strangers last when it comes to his life. The thief knows to leave Carina alone, her pockets are the ones that will always go untouched. Though he won't admit it, Christoph has a certain level of selflessness when it comes to those he cares about. The last thing he wants to do is distance those who truly care about him.
  
  
• 
  Christoph was born into a poor Visenburgian family, barely meeting the minimum. The region that he lived in was agrarian and poorer than other regions that resided in the republic. Learning how to farm, hunt, and craft was how he lived in the first few years of his life. This simple lifestyle didn't provide much for his family, so they often traveled to town to try and sell goods. This was when he met Carina. Carina quickly became his best friend, his secluded lifestyle made it hard to create relationships with others. His time in town also led to the discovery of his knack for stealing.
  
  At first it was a small item, a cookie. All it took was one cookie to ignite the engine inside of him. His thievery expanded to more expensive items, ones that he couldn't possibly hold on to without getting in trouble. He would often bury his stolen goods, so he would never get caught. Carina quickly caught on to his antics though that didn't stop him from putting his hands on anything tangible. His crimes eventually caught up to him, barely escaping the jaws of justice. He thought he had nothing after he fled, though it turned out he still had Carina. The one friend he had stuck with him, making him thankful for once in his life.
  
  In his time spent with Carina, he learned that his connection with her is much more than a friendship, but a force that he couldn't explain. This new awakening led to his life to be one constantly on the move, not trusting to stay in one location for too long. Though Carina tried, Christoph continued with his antics, eventually landing in Noniel to escape the constant grip of justice that was following him from his past crimes. He hoped to continue his antics without having to constantly look over his shoulder.
  
  
• 
  
  THEME
  
  
  

 

[AriAriAbabwa]

Name: Lilith Svanenhielm

Age: 19

Gender: Female

Personality: Lilith inherits many traits from her Yamor ancestry: a confidence that enables her carefree life; an indifference to Moguls and non-Moguls; her brash attitude. Lilith rarely speaks with ill-intent, though you'd be forgiven for thinking otherwise. She speaks what's on her mind, whether the other perceives at as good or bad—she doesn't care what they believe, either. She would laugh at someone and say their outfit looks terrible, then be confused that they're upset. But sometimes she can't help but to tease people—in nearly the same way she always talks. Good luck discerning the intent behind her words...

Lilith lives according to her own values; what she believes is most important. Her parents might have sent her to class, but if she doesn't consider it valuable to her life, she's going to skip out and do something more beneficial. To her, she is the only person who can decide and influence what she does.

Partner: Damien - MangoGoGo

Pairing: Brash / Humble

Which type are you?: Verbal (Soy Inculto)

Magic Type: Plant Manipulation

• producer
• consumer
• decomposer
• ultimate

• 
  
  
  A dense patch of black mondo grass grows at Lilith's feet, then spreading rapidly across all capable ground within 25 feet of her. It's difficult to walk through and can entangle people caught in the spell, but Lilith will know specific paths in the shrubbery that let her and allies walk through with ease should they follow her.
  
• 
  
  
  A Rafflesia arnoldii sprouts from the ground, blooming. It emits a nauseous smell akin to rotting flesh. Should it be approached by anything, however, the flower rises and mutates with a plant body; much like an animalistic Venus flytrap creature. It towers twice as tall as an average human and will consume anything Lilith orders it to.
  
• 
  
  
  Lilith blows a visible white mist of mushroom spores. Wherever these spores come into contact, they will grow as mushrooms within seconds, decomposing and eating whatever they landed on—dead or living. A dozen spores can land on a person, sprouting as dozens of mushrooms and eating them alive until they rip all of the fungi off.
  
• 
  
  
  Combined with Damien's powers, bristly greenbrier vines sprout from a shield-disc created by him. Damien's shield then spins, carrying the vines with it. Thus, it becomes a spinning blender cutting through anything in its path.
  

History/Bio: Lilith Svanenhielm comes from a lineage of proud Yamors. The Svanenhielms are what you'd expect from the kingdom: charismatic hosts with hearty attitudes to match. Their influence is evidence in their youngest daughter, Lilith. Her family is unbelievably to kind to all walks of life, but their tone between family members is one of harsh (yet friendly) banter. When it came to Lilith, she never picked up on the fact that people outside the Svanenhielms would find that cadence hurtful. It's a trait that stuck with her as she grew up. And having lived in Yamor and around her family for most of her childhood, her parents saw no need to correct this.

Upon moving to the Habia Kingdom to help out some relatives, Lilith was sent to the local school. She quickly became a "loner" student, as many others found her too brash and scary to befriend. Not that she minded. Lilith enjoyed her time alone, developing her own sense of fashion and expression. Those who braved talking to Lilith found every aspect of themselves being pointed out and mocked by her (which, in her eyes, was silly small talk). Nobody stuck around her for long, and she carried this aura throughout adolescence. In high school, she was attracted to others like herself and began skipping classes and doing typical teenage delinquent things.

When concerned school staff talked to her parents about it, they laughed it off and supported their daughter's independence and free will.

After graduating, Lilith's counselor (by now a frustrated worker trying his hardest to help) recommended she attend the Yamor Lorendale Institute of Technological Innovations and Historical Studies (L.I.T.I.H). One half-assed questionnaire and assessment listed the L.I.T.I.H. as the place where she'd benefit the most. To his relief, she agreed only because she learned from a friend about its lax attendance regulations.

And, like the school years before, Lilith quickly garnered a reputation as a trouble kid. She skipped classes whenever she felt like it, and the times she did attend, made no attempt to hide her boredom and lack of focus. Once again, her classmates learned to avoid her.

All but one.

To Lilith's surprise, a classmate named Damien found her skipping out in class. To her greater surprise, he wanted to bring her back on track! Even after many, many resolute "No's" and "Why should I's", he. Kept. Persisting. Thus, Lilith felt her very first connection to a total stranger: one of sheer annoyance.

Even more annoying was the band of goons that took her away.

Relationship: (Annoyed) Classmates

Looks: Lilith stands at 5'5 and has a distinct color scheme of mostly black and some purple. Her clothes are black. Her makeup is black. She dons a dozen piercings and accessories around her porcelain skin.

 

[Servant]

basic info

backstory/magic

extra

YO!

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• PROFILE

  FULL NAME

  Schreier, Carina

  NICKNAMES

  Carrie

  PARTNER

  Slav

  RELATIONSHIP

  Inseparable friends

  AGE

  20

  GENDER

  Female

  PAIRING

  Sincere/Devious

  TYPE

  Verbal

  MAGIC TYPE

  ???

  "Not again, Chris..."

  APPEARANCE

  BASICS

  HEIGHT

  5’7” | 173cm

  WEIGHT

  158lbs | 71kg

  HAIR COLOR

  Dark green

  EYE COLOR

  Green

  MISCELLANEOUS

  Carina’s sense of fashion can be best characterised by how senseless it is. She really has no qualms with wearing just about anything, as long as it’s comfortable. Carina does have a tendency to be drawn towards more maritime-looking clothing, but then again she’s also drawn towards anything that is maritime soooo. The only consistent part about her attire is her ever-present eyepatch, you also tend to see Carina wearing a white navy cap she likes to take just about anywhere.
  

  PERSONALITY
  

  One step at a time, we'll all make it!

  
  

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  Taking a gander through Carina’s mental dictionary will initially reveal little of note. You’ll find stuff like “friends”, “hug” & “fish” with relative ease, however on closer inspection you’ll notice there’s a word missing: Lying. To put it bluntly, Carina is incapable of telling a lie, no matter the situation or whom she’s talking to, the raw truth always ends up coming out of her mouth. Despite knowing that her circumstances may worsen and bridges may be burnt if she chooses to tell the truth, she just can’t force herself to tell a lie. Socially speaking, this is a double edged sword, as on the one hand Carina may hurt someone’s feelings by abruptly stating what’s on her mind, but on the other you’ll always know that her compliments are 100% genuine.
  
  Carina is definitely someone who wears her heart on her sleeve at all times. She’s extremely open about her desire to make new friends wherever she goes, as she believes the best way to make people accept Moguls is by reaching their heart through words & loving actions. With this being the case, you can assume that her stance on violence tends to be a negative one. To her, while a necessary evil that must be committed at times, brute force should always be the last option, as long as it doesn’t entail murdering someone. Killing people only perpetuates the idea that Moguls are monsters that should be killed on sight, feeding into the cycle of death and violence. As a matter of fact, Carina feels great disdain when it comes to any and all criminal activities, especially stealing. She’ll gladly drag any and all culprits by the ear right back to the victim’s store, making them apologize for what they did.
  
  One thing that Carina struggles with is how unrefined her foresight is. While not one to simply rush boldly ahead without a plan in mind, she tends to have a hard time coming up with a well put together plan. This stems from her general unawareness of the smaller & finer details that go into an operation. She tends to shine best in more spontaneous situations, where fast reactions and a calm mind dictate how successful one would be.
  
  Still, despite Carina's best attempts at living a good & honest life, she always finds herself stopping herself and walking back for her other half: Christoph. Even if she knows exactly the way he is, even if she's aware that he is capable of lying to her face, even if she's reminded daily of what she has lost for him, she just can't leave him behind. Without Christoph, Carina might as well be a husk of her former self. If she must put herself in harm's way for him then so be it, she has done it once and she'll do it again, without hesitation. She's may be incapable of agreeing with his way of being and actively tries to change him, but Carina understands why he is the way he is, and so she wants to improve the world in order for him to finally tear down his walls to everyone else and live the peaceful life he has always deserved.
  
• BACKSTORY

  Hey, lets make some irreplaceable memories, you and I.

  
  Carina’s early life was filled to the brim with rules & restrictions, but it never lacked love. You see, she was raised as an only child by her widowed mother. Her father had perished at sea mere days before Carina was born, leaving the pair to fend by themselves. Carina’s mother was forced to rely on her brother and sister to make ends meet, and despite her siblings' openness to help her things never really sailed smoothly along. As Carina grew though, she never really resented her father, as a matter of fact she began idolizing him. To her he was this intrepid and adventurous sailor who’d challenge the might of the seas and perished doing what he loved. Her mother despaired at the thought of her only daughter ending up like her father, thus she became quite controlling of her. This ended up molding Carina into the sincere girl she’s today, but despite her mother’s best efforts, her desire to follow in her father’s footsteps only really grew stronger with age. The sea just seemed so inviting to her. Hell, she even managed to snag one of his old white navy caps, which immediately became one of her most treasured possessions.
  
  Fast forward a couple of years and Carina’s life would forever change upon meeting a certain boy: Christoph. He was a troublemaker, a thief and everything else that her mother had taught her to stay away from, and yet it seemed that the two had formed a connection almost instantly. Carina would try her best to always drag away Christoph from the life of crime he seemed so accustomed to, with mixed results. Still, she never once stopped trusting him and would stick by his side through thick and thin. This would all come to a head one rainy afternoon after Carina ran into Christoph being surrounded by some rough looking thugs. Knowing him, he had probably stolen from them and they weren’t about to let him go without punishment, no matter how young he was. One of them lunged forward, bearing a knife on his hand, ready to slash at Christoph. At that moment, Carina’s legs moved on their own, she rushed forward and dived at Chris in order for him to get down. This selfless act didn’t come without consequences however, as the blade made a clean cut right through her left eye, causing irreparable damage. After that things were hazy, between her damaged eye and the tears that were forming on the other Carina was left briefly blinded. All that she remembers was the cold & wet feeling of the floor against her cheek, before being grabbed by the hand and making a mad dash away. When she was finally able to open her right eye, she was in front of her house, no thugs or Christoph in sight. Her mother was absolutely livid when she found out the truth, she forbade Carina from ever seeing Chris again and she even called the local authorities on him. But, Carina didn’t want things to end, she couldn’t just leave him behind like this, he was her best friend. And so, a couple of nights later, Carina and Christoph met under the cover of darkness, they came to the conclusion that their only way forward was escaping together. Before they made their escape she left a loving letter for her mother, thanking her for everything and that they’ll meet again someday.
  
  Ever since that day the pair have been on the run, jumping from place to place, never staying in one spot for too long. Carina tries to take up whatever job she can here and there to make money so that Christoph doesn’t have to resort to stealing, but it’s been an uphill battle. This lifestyle eventually led them into Noniel where, despite knowing how risky the kingdom was for Moguls, they were hoping to carve out a decent life before potentially moving to greener pastures.
  

  Magic

  Attention Manipulation

  
  Carina's power is quite straight forward, upon its activation she's immediately able to draw people's attention towards herself. This doesn't meant they are under her control, nor that she's the only thing they're gonna focus on. Simply put, she becomes top priority in their minds awareness hierarchy. The way it affects people goes on a case-by-case basis, some people this may make Carina look more appealing (Maybe someone she's trying to charm), to others it will make her seem more of a threat than what she really is (Security guards). Carina is also capable of imbueding an inanimate object/other living being with her attention drawing powers. Of course, this is on a timer (Which varies depending on the size of the target) and also takes attention away from herself.

  "Eye Up Here"

  
  This ability is basically a very low-key use of her power, meant to only draw in the attention of a single person. The target of this skill will feel extremely comfortable around Carina, feeling like they can open themselves up to her, revealing some of their secrets/truth. Those with EXTREMELY guarded secrets won't be coaxed into letting go of them so easily, nor will people become immediate slaves to her whims.

  Ult: All Eyes on Me

  
  Her most massive and obvious use of her power. A perfect way to create a crowd in minutes, as people's attention over a large radius will immediately be drawn towards Carina's general location. Obviously, after the fact her power will be unusable for an hour, but the results are worth it.

  Duo Ult:

  TBD
  

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• EXTRAS

  You know what, maybe cooking just isn't for you...

  Likes

  

  -The beach.
  -Getting to know new people.
  -Fishing.
  -Friendly competition.
  -Sea food.
  -Puns.
  -Hot weather.

  Dislikes

  -Bugs that can fly.
  -Bears. (Her biggest fear)
  -Alcohol.
  -Cold weather.
  -Overly formal attires. (Very uncomfortable)
  -Unnecessary violence.
  -Long car trips.

  Extras

  -Has a tendency to leave close to a 100% worth tips.
  -Doesn't like buying stuff if its price is discounted. (She feels like it's partially stealing)
  -She has never won a match of tic-tac-toe. By contrast, she has never lost at thumb wars.
  -She collects fishing tackles.
  -Has Arkoudaphobia, the irrational fear of bears. This all stems from a bedtime story her grandma used to tell her that practically traumatized her.
  -Trying to snag her white cap from her head is the fastest way to get her mad.
  -Due to an incident that costed her her left eye, Carina wears a golden-colored prosthetic eye underneath her eyepatch. The reason behind this strange coloring choice stems from her viewing it as a sort of trophy. In her own words: "Had it not been for this eye I think Chris might've died that day, so I treasure its sacrifice!"
  

  Theme

code by Nano

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[The Elder]

• General
• Mogul
• Personal
• Extra

• 
  
  Name:
  Rinnosuke Nakamura
  
  Nickname(s):
  Rin
  The Optimist
  The Crimson Monk
  
  Gender:
  Male
  
  Sexuality:
  Pansexual
  
  Age:
  20
  
  Height:
  5'7/170cm
  
  Weight:
  155lbs
  
  Kingdom:
  Sazzora Dynasty
  
  Occupation:
  Monk-The Open Hand
  
  Text Color:
  #E34234
  
  Theme(s):
  
  Spoiler: Themes
  
  
• 
  
  
  
  Partner:
  Ciaran Kilbane/ Phayne
  
  Relationship:
  Childhood Friends/practically brothers
  
  Pairing:
  Optimistic/Cynical
  
  Type:
  Physical
  
  Magic:
  
  Holy Fire Manipulation-Ever since he was young, Rin has always been told that his personality brings about a certain warmth or light within the people around him. So it’s quite ironic when he realized he was bestowed the gift to wield the divine flames of the heavens. Rin is able to wield Holy Fire, which is a golden flame that gives off the warmth of sunlight, while maintaining its destructive power. It is beneficial in healing and purifying. These sacred flames are extremely effective against the supernatural, such as angels, deities, demons and other divine-type beings.
  
  ​
  Ability 1: Holy Pyrokinesis- Similar to standard pyrokinesis, but with the addition of a holy attribute. He can create, shape and manipulate fire for a variety of effects. For example, he can generate fire to augment his attacks or weaponize the existing firing around him turning into holy flames for various attacks. He's able to produce flames under his feet, in order to increase his movement and maneuverability, even granting flight using that same fire.​
  
  
  Ability 2: Blessings of the Fire God- Rin can create up to 5 orbs of holy fire in order to be placed on an individual or himself with a golden aura of holy flames. This aura, will burn off any previous injuries and increase ones attacks and physical conditions x2. Any injuries, pain, or wounds suffered while blessed will be doubled as well. The aura will also remove any negative status effect placed upon them. The target must remain at least a 30ft radius of Rin.​
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  Ability 3: Celestial Constructs- Rin can create up to 2 weapons of his choosing out of Holy Fire which also does radiant damage over time. Weapons thrown or fired like arrows explode upon impact leaving behind a sunspot of holy fire burning in that area. Using light, Rin can create up to 2 accurate mobile, yet silent clones of himself or anyone else he wishes. These clones are tangible and can attack you physically only, but once hit with enough damage they are dispersed.​
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  Ultimate: Incendiary Smite- This ultimate allows Rin to create a giant ball of holy fire, mimicking the sun 250ft into the air. This ability turns the ball of fire golden and is able to fire down beams of incinerating holy fire. These beams can only be fired by Rin when he forms a triangle with his hands and focus a target within the center of the triangle. Once them beam is fired twice the ball of fire would then burn out and burst.​
  
  
  
  
  
• 
  Personality:
  Rinnosuke, an optimistic monk, living in a world full of hate and despair. Rin lives in this world by constantly believing things will always workout for him not matter the odds that are against him. He holds a constant smile, looking on the brighter side of things even surround by complete darkness. He acknowledges the evils within the world he lives in and he understands that there are people out her that would rather see him dead in a ditch somewhere. However, despite all that he refuses to walk this world with his head down, or hidden away in the shadows always thinking about the worst outcome. He'll rather walk this world proudly believing that one day things could and will change. He walks the world believing he will live a fruitful and wonderful life. He chooses to enjoy the little things throughout his days, so no matter how bad it may get, there is always something that made his day. Even if its something small as waking up in the morning.
  
  When it comes to people, he believes that not everyone is out to get him, and gives every single person the benefit of the doubt. He's always kind and generous to them, knowing that it would return to him in due time. He spreads nothing but good karma and uplifting attitude to try and brighten someone's day. Despite this, the evils of this world has always made its way to harass Rin and make him think differently. He's been robbed, stabbed, threatened, harassed, and even had to fight off multiple people at once on countless occasions. And yet despite that, he went through each encounter knowing that there is and always light at the end of the tunnel. It was only a minor inconvenience at that time and nothing else. He holds not hate in his heart for those that have wronged him throughout his life, as he believes that sooner or later, they may realize their wrong doings and repent. Or realize they went they spent their entire life living with hate in there heart and have nothing else to show of it. Despite being an optimist, Rin is not always about peace. During his monk training he has found a new love for fighting. Will he always resolve to it, no, but if he have to then he will.
  
  History:
  Rinnosuke is a Sazzoran boy born into the Noniel Empire. He was placed in an orphanage since his birth and has spent eight solid years there. Throughout those years he's been inseparable by another child who fell into the orphanage system much like him. Ciaran, an Nonielian child, has and will always be his best friend or brother if you ask them. Since the moment they met, Rin has always felt this sort of connection towards Ciaran outside of just their friendship. It was as if they were destined to meet, like the fates has aligned their lives together in history. Thereout their lives, the boys would always get weird or suspicious stares whenever they were hanging out in public. Ciaran always thought something bad was going to happen, while Rin would simply reassure him of the opposite. There were times he was right and times were Ciaran was right. On one of those occasions Ciaran was right, the two of them were chased down by random civilians who thought of them as Moguls. Somewhere down the line they were separated near the ports of Noniel. Rin a had hidden himself away within a crate, which was soon closed off and lifted onto a ship unbeknownst to Rin.
  
  After waiting countless hours, he finally grew tired of waiting and finally made his move exiting the crate. As he did, he walked for a few before he heard a voice coming from behind him, questioning him. The voice was obviously from a man, but the tone was soft and concerning. As he turned around he looked upon the man seeing a monk sitting on another crate drinking tea. The monk began questioning the young Rinnosuke, who simply told the truth believing this man wouldn't cause any harm. He remained optimistic that this would workout for him. And just as he believed, it did. The monk revealed his name as Bashira Yamamoto, a high ranking official within the monk order known as The Open Hand, who was also returning to Sazzora from a research expedition within Noniel. After talking to Rin a bit more, he decided to accept the young Rinnosuke into the order, and also gave him the name Nakamura. Bashira went on telling him about Sazzora, which was the land they were heading to and the life Rin should expect here on out. Throughout the ship ride from Noniel to Sazzora, Rin completely succumbed himself towards the teaching Bashira had to offer.
  
  Arriving in Sazzora, the land mesmerized him and at the point he completely accepted Sazzora has his new home. After being taken to the monastery deep within the mountains, he was announced as a new member of the order and was happily accepted by the others. However, despite this he wished Ciaran was there to see this. He didn't have to hope his brother was alive, because he knew he was. There was a feeling that held deep within him that constantly reminded him that Ciaran was alive. When given the chance, Rin wrote towards the orphanage hoping it would reach Ciaran. After some months of rough vigorous training and studying, he had finally received a letter from Ciaran confirming what he knew all along. That his brother was alive and they both were what this world hated so much. Moguls. They continued to write to each other, both living separate lives, both striving to become stronger and better, so when they finally meet no one could separate them again. Years of training and studying has passed, and Rin set off on a ship heading back to Noniel, for a "research expedition" while the reality was he was going to meet up with his brother once again. That was two years ago.
  
• 
  
  Skills:
  -Monk: As he followed the ways of the Open Hand, Rin has been taught various forms of hand-to-hand combat, as well as armed combat since he was young. He's able to take down some of the beefiest of opponents, despite his size. He knows his way around the humanoid body type, able to find weak points in his opponent's body. Complement his short size and lack of brute strength, Rin is very swift and agile easily becoming the fastest of the monks within the estate. His moves in a very acrobatic way while fighting, dodging attacks left and right. He has high endurance and is extremely flexible. The harsh training he endured within the estate has also increases his durability able to take powerful blows, before dropping.
  
  -Cooking: Rinnosuke is an excellent cook, learning how to make many dishes at a young age. He's able to cook potatoes in many different ways, stews, ramen, and soups, as well as different kinds of meats. He loves cooking rice, dumplings, and chicken curry.
  
  -Languages: During his years with the Open Hand, Rin has been forced to study languages of the world he lives in to better understand it. Outside of English, Rin speaks Japanese, German, and Italian, and only understands Danish.
  
  Item:
  His umbrella, that he uses to fight with every now and then.
  
  A pouch filled with throwing stars and knives.
  
  Likes:
  -Drinking Sake: "It's a perfect way to relax."
  
  -Cooking: "Cooking is my second way of life."
  
  -Fighting: "Training with the monks had unlocked something within me."
  
  Dislikes:
  -Bullies: "Anybody picking on anybody no matter how big or small are bound to meet my fist."
  
  -Short Jokes: "Any joke or name calling pertaining to my height is a quick way to piss me off and earn a one way ticket to the towns doctor."
  
  -Discrimination: "I treat everyone the same even when they treat me wrong."
  

 

[Mineczka]

• General
• The mind

• 
  
  
  Name: Văn Liên Xuân
  Age: 29
  Gender: "Is... It that hard to tell...?"
  Height: 159cm || 5'2"
  Weight: Best not to ask.
  Sexuality: Demisexual
  Hex Code: #50C878
  Partner (character AND writer): Aveline played by Kyuubey
  Pairing: Passionate and Impassive
  Which type are you?: "Mental, we have our tells."
  Relationship: Noble and Bodyguard, very close almost like family
  Looks:
  At first glance, Liên Xuân appears to be a noble from the Sazzora Dynasty, which, when gazing upon her family crest worn as the white hairpin in her silvered hair, it'd be easy to tell that she in fact, is of noble blood. With a set of emerald-green eyes hidden behind the lenses of her glasses, which, she does need to see normally. It's not uncommon to see her in her normal white gown, accented with the same golden colours as her glasses, a brown corslet underscoring her large, red bow across her chest.
  
  
  
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  Personality:
  Liên Xuân presents herself indifferent and seemingly cold to most, with measured breaths matching her steps and words. Having had her emotions almost beaten out of her by her family as she was raised, logic and practical thinking, observant and quiet, it's rare to see her show any sort of emotional rise, even less so for her to act on emotion. Everything she does, has had a great amount of thought put in, and with the rationale and will behind it should she be pressed on it. It's extraordinarily rare to find her without a book in hand, more often than not, she's reading her books idly whilst waiting for the day's events to begin. Though, beware of her slamming her book shut...
  
  Still waters run deep within Liên Xuân. Behind closed doors, with people she trusts, Liên Xuân flourishes the colour of emotion not seen by the rest of the world past small glances or actions. When around those she trusts, she allows her emotions to run free, measuring nothing as she speaks or acts, devoting herself fully to the conversation.
  
  Magic Type: Gyrokinesis - The ability to manipulate Gravity
  ~ Grav Trap - In a 3m diameter location, Liên Xuân changes the gravitational forces within. When a creature sets off the trap (Which would be noted), the effect triggers, and gravity shifts on them. Effects can be: Zero G, Repulsion, or "Imprison" (Repulsion is gravity changing direction in any direction, launching the target that way. Imprison is gravity straight down to the ground.) Liên Xuân can only have three traps active at a time. Placing a fourth replaces the oldest trap.
  ~ Gyro-Keinesis - Think Telekinesis, but instead of manipulating the object with her mind, she alters the gravitational forces on it, and moves it almost weightlessly. Weight Limit of 500lbs.
  ~ Mirrored Steps - Focusing gravitational forces at the bottom of her feet, Liên Xuân can essentially hoverwalk over surfaces normally she could not tread across, she, however, can only walk while using the ability at this time.
  
  History/Bio:
  Born to the Archduke family of Châu Bí, in the Sazzora Dynasty, Liên Xuân knew naught but the privilege her parents had afforded her, living a life dedicated to the house and the people it protected. Living within the walls of the port city, Liên Xuân spent her early years simply as a child should, running around the manor grounds, drawing, getting fussed at by the many staff and her mother for her antics. Yet, at the age of ten, was when her training began.
  
  The first step of her training, came in the form of effectively beating every emotion out of a young Liên Xuân, replacing her emotional responses with practical reasoning and logical responses. She was taught to view everything, every detail, before coming to a logical conclusion and decision that covered all possibilities. Serving under her father to get as much experience as she could, even getting her own personal guard in Aveline, as she kept tabs on everything in the Estate. At 19 she had taken her Father's position, becoming an Archduchess and taking the lead over her home, leading to a prosperous era within her albeit smaller domain...
  
  Little did her people know, that she was hiding a deep secret...
  

 

[Britt-21]

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• Easy Stuff
• Mogul Info
• Bio

• 
  
  Name:
  Cherie Del Sol (Sher-e)
  
  Nicknames:
  Cher
  Cheery
  Rie
  
  Age:
  22
  
  Birthday:
  25th of December
  
  Gender:
  Female!
  
  Likes:
  +Sweets
  +The Sun
  +Flowers
  +Cute things
  +Enjoying a walk
  
  Dislikes:
  -Sourness
  -The Dark
  -The cold
  -Science
  -Long travel times
• 
  Partner:
  Shoku / Megilagor
  
  Pairing: Cheerful / Melancholy
  
  Which type are you? (Physical, Mental, Verbal):
  Physical
  
  Magic Type:
  Light Magic
  
  Light Capacitor - Cherie is able to absorb light and retain it for later use. Basically she produces her own light after absorbing it whether it's from the sun or other means. She's her own Solar Panel. There's nothing more that could be explained about this ability as its purely passive.
  
  Enhancing light - Cherie can become stronger, faster, more durable, etc. When coming into contact with light. It could possibly unlock abilities related to her magic, enhancing her existing powers. However she is unaware of this ability, which renders this ability locked for the beginning of the rp.
  
  Ultimate - Rain Rain Rainbows! - Cherie is able to use the light within herself to create the rainbows, calling them to her aid to rain down. Upon impact, they explode; Sending rainbows and sparkles as the debris along with the collateral damage caused. Who knew Rainbows could be so scary, especially from a sweet sweet girl? After use she is basically K.O.ed
  
  Combination Ultimate: Paradox Champion- Through the shared efforts of Shoku and Cherie they summon one being from within the void in its full physical form. The physical body is made of bodiless, shadowy mist from the void that cannot be damaged by physical damage alone. It's armor acts as a second layer of defense and can protect it from attacks of magical and physical means but it can be damaged by both of them if enough force is used. Said-creature never tires, and while it can be hurt it cannot die. Instead when it's supposed to die it divides itself in half. The new halves are smaller and weaker than their bigger counterpart, but they are faster and more agile in exchange. It takes less damage for them to split again but their act of splitting is endless as they can divide practically infinitely. This technique automatically cancels itself when even one of the two becomes unconscious, uses up all of their energy, or when they split too far from each other. As this technique is a strong one it requires lots of stamina to use and maintain. The Paradox Champion has a mind of its own, but it will take heed of its creator's orders, or if not given any will protect its creator’s either by becoming their meat-shield or by going to war with the enemies.
  
  
  Relationship(Friends, enemies, etc):
  Frengers (Not strangers but not friends either, but is almost close to friends but not yet)
  
  
• 
  
  History:
  Not everyone gets the luxury of a happy and healthy family. However, Cherie was one of the lucky ones as she was raised by a family who cared about her well being, cared about her happiness and much more. While being the only child, she may have been spoiled just a smidge but it turns out she became a humble and happy individual who'd let nothing get her down. Only looking for the happiness and joy in life as well as what it had to offer. In her younger years, she loved to pick flowers and give them to random people that she bumped into while with her mother, putting smiles upon people's faces with her cute looks and her sweet personality. When she'd fall, she would get right back up, when she was sick she still pushed through to be happy. Quite honestly, her parents found her to be the oddball of the family as she would do things most kids wouldn't be doing and in fact would be doing the opposite. Instead of crying, she'd have a smile with tears falling. Instead of giving up on something, she pushed herself till she fell asleep. That's just how little Cher was in her baby years.
  
  Moving towards high school (Since middle school really wasn't all that important to her nor was it that eventful) Cher was definitely the talk of the school, though it was mixed between how weird she was for being so happy, but also how wonderful she was for being so happy as others usually couldn't accomplish such happiness with life's ups and downs. Of course, being nice always came with bullying, teasing and more. The evil loved to snuff out the positivity but she never let it get her down. At one point she did almost crack, simply because she had been physically abused by her #1 bully. Her hair was pulled, her face was grabbed forcefully...All because Cherie spoke with her boyfriend who was also her friend but it was too much to ask for apparently. Couldn't help the insecurities of others huh? Of course after that happened, it seemed the bully backed off because all Cher was able to muster was a smile to the girl to show her that her antics weren't working. Which meant she gave up on trying to make the happiest girl feel horrible about her life.
  
  Scooting on forward to after graduating and working her way on into college, she did her very best to study super hard and get into the top scoring students. After all, the school she had been trying to get into had been a smaller school with high graduation rates. Though they were strict on who they would let in, thus they'd grab the smartest students to attend their small school in the small town. After working her tail off just to get inside, she was met with a whole different kind of vibe from the other students. They were far different compared to high school and Cher reveled in that. Easily she made a ton of friends, but there was this one student who stood out to her. With his long black locks, those silver eyes, and his very unique choices of style, how could one ignore someone like that? At first, he did seem uninterested, but that didn't stop Cherie from pushing and doing the little things like sitting with him for lunch or even sharing notes with him. She soon found his name was Shoku, but she called him Sho or even Sho-Sho for short.
  
  After that she was almost glued to his side, always hanging out with him at school and was bumping into him in the super early mornings whenever she was out a little earlier than usual. Turns out she lived not that far from him! Of course, there was no doubt that the pair grew close and in her mind they were amazing friends. But Shoku would neither confirm nor deny that fact. However, due to their sudden connection with eachother there was some suspicions about them being Moguls but no real definite proof. Though somehow, some way, someone was able to get the authorities called on the pair which lead to their capture and their separation.
  
  Personality:
  Cher is a very happy individual and it is semi-hard to bring her mood down. While being friendly despite maybe running into others who are rude or mean, she tries to not let that bring her mood down. A lot of people assume she could be easily taken advantage of and of course they wouldn't be entirely wrong about that. In her mind, she believes kindness would always be paid back tenfold one day no matter how many times she's treated badly. Her hope is strong, her resilience is stronger. Cherie enjoys hanging out with friends and often goes out with them to different places, so you could assume she is a extrovert. Whenever something saddens her (if you know her well enough), she does her darn hardest to keep in the sadness and smile it away, claiming its okay when in reality it isn't. When she's comfortable around someone, she could be found happily humming next to them or even invading their personal space.
  
  In this case during her time taking classes she met a guy named Shoku and as depresso expresso as he was, she always did her best to make him feel included and not alone. After all, no one deserved to be alone, at least not in her sparkly eyes. She's curious and very adventurous whether it be in food or in adventure into the woods. She loves naps and enjoys skirts, dresses, and overall just trying different styles of clothing.
  
  Other:
  

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[Megilagor]

• Basic
• Appearance
• Personality
• Background
• Magic
• Other

• 

  Name: Shoku Kaida Ainsley
  Nickname: Sho Sho, Shoka,
  Gender: Male
  Sexuality: Demisexual
  Age: 23
  Partner: Cherie/ Britt-21
  Pairing: Cheerful/Melancholic
  Relationship: Frengers
  Kingdom: Sazzora Dynasty
  Occupation: Student of the arts [Music department] and part-time cook
  Which type are you: Physical
  Magic Type: Shadows of the Void
  Color: #8B60D4
  
  
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  Height: 6'6" / 198cm
  Weight: 165 lbs / 75 kg
  Eye color: Grey
  Apparel:
  Shoku usually wears a mix of traditional Sazzan clothing along with simple formal modern clothing, making his fashion sense at least a tad outdated if not straight-up old fashioned, which does make him stick out like a sore thumb in the crowds most of the time. He sports a long black ponytail that reaches his waist while keeping his front hair short so as to not hide his face. Cause of his accident-prone lifestyle he often has bandages covering parts of his body.
  
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  Shoku is a deeply troubled individual, living day by day in a world where he is stuck in a job he despises, but excels at. He rarely shows his emotions, often coming across as almost emotionless, except for the occasional display of negative feelings or rare moments of happiness. Due to his upbringing, he tends to be mature and introverted, keeping his interactions with others to a minimum in order to avoid being remembered.
  
  Years of working in his family's business have scarred him, as he has witnessed the deaths of friends and family members due to their involvement in the job. This has led him to distance himself from others even more. However, things start to change when Cheri, his neighbor from his studies, enters his life. She begins to help him overcome his fears and traumas, gradually making his life a little brighter.
  
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  Shoku’s story begins like many others, or he would like it to start like that.Shoku lived as an orphan from the young age of four, living on the streets of the small port city in Sazzura, he lived by getting scraps of people's food here and there, sometimes resorting to fighting wild animals for food, but a four-year-old couldn't do much, so he was very malnourished almost skin and bones. That did change when he became five years old as a slightly older kid came up to him, hugged him, and called Shoku his little brother. Sure Shoku didn’t know his real family all he knew was that his parents were dead, so finding out he had a brother that could help him broke him, and he cried most of that day.
  
  The pair lived on the streets together for almost two years, their lives were better than before as they often divided their work to make it easier to live, little did they know someone was looking for them. That someone was an older woman the owner of the only orphanage in the area, although it was located in the red light district the boys did not realize that for they were too young at the time. But years went by, Shoku and his brother grew bigger and stronger while helping around the red light districts, with Shoku working as both a cook and waiter in pleasure quarters, it didn’t change the fact that Shoku's depression and despair grew larger while working there as sometimes drunk customers would do bad things to him.
  
  Thankfully that did not last long as when Shoku was ten years old he and his brother were taken by an old man to live with. Of course, the old man had ulterior motives, while he did feed and give a roof over their heads he continuously trained them in various things and later on forcibly made them join the organization he was a member of “Letter Bees” at its front they had a simple service of delivering packages and letters across all of Sazzora and some other countries, but that was only its front, for in its core it was a dark organization made for stuff like gathering information, espionage, sabotage, infiltrations, assassinations and the like. They did say they did it for the people but every single mission of theirs was given to them by either people in power or those with riches, rarely was a mission given by a pure person there for most of them were corrupt.
  
  From the beginning of his training to the moment when he earned himself the rank of the warrior bee, the third-lowest, but fourth-highest rank within the organization it took him eight years for that to happen. While his brother in that same period of time was a rank higher than him a princess bee.Time passed and it was getting closer to Shoku’s birthday, the air grew colder, and his mind was in a slightly better state than before, but that changed on his birthday. For news of his brother royally screwing up his mission came to his ear and his adoptive “fathers” ears as well. Shoku’s birthday present was his own brother with a sack on his head and a new dagger. His “father” ordered him to kill his brother to prove his loyalty to the organization and his fielty to him, but Shoku hesitated he refused to do it, it was his brother after all, he couldn’t do it. But then his “brother” spoke with a broken speech as his jaw was probably broken or his teeth but what he said to Shoku broke his mind, he said that Shoku was nothing more than a replacement for his own little brother that died that year and that he never thought of him as his real brother. That information caused him to snap, that good albeit strict older brother who took care of him, who helped him when he was in trouble, wasn't his real brother.Shoku tried to make him take his words back but he only laughed saying that the truth hurts doesn't it Lil bro? That was when his “father” gave Shoku a little push, that little push was the only thing he lacked before he began relentlessly stabbing and slashing at his “brother” No, not a brother a human piece of waste and a liar. If not for his “fathers” men he would have kept on attacking the corpse for a few hours but half an hour was all he got, Shoku breathed heavily his eyes darted around crazily and wildly, it was official his mind snapped but he was still there, it appeared as his mind was a beast of its own kind, but to keep the “letter bee’s” safe his “father” forbid him from taking any assassination requests as he feared that one bad mission and he could turn against them, he even prepared a letter for the 5 elders the leaders of this organization so it was official.
  
  For the next two years, Shoku completed any missions given to him by the elders while having to endure bullying and beatings by other princess bees as they did not know of his brother's punishment instead they thought he killed him out of jealousy. Wanting to escape from them even if for a little bit, he took upon himself a long-term infiltration mission. He was supposed to infiltrate a rich noble assholes mansion, gather any documents of his corruption and misdemeanors, and get them back to HQ without being detected as a hostile. It wasn’t easy but he did manage to get inside the mansion, albeit it did require him to join it as the lowest-rank butler, where he yet again experienced bullying of various forms. It took him some time but he finally gained enough trust of the people working here as well as the masters to gain his own ring of keys for the rooms, he didn’t have a key for every room and it did take him a year to do so, but the alternative was trying to hide himself in this mansion at nights when guards are constantly patrolling or enter during the day when servants were here. After steeling himself for almost an hour and awaiting dusk Shoku left his servant's quarter and began to sneak around the mansion checking and grabbing any document related to the noble's misdemeanor, but as he came closer to the nobles' rooms, he heard a couple of guards coming closer from both sides, so he booked it into the adjacent room. It appeared to be a room where the harlots that the noble often got for himself rested and changed clothes, so not wanting to be caught, Shoku quickly stripped and changed into one of their clothes, while tucking his own clothes under them to thicken himself in the right places, once he's done that he heard the guards were ever closer, so he quickly put on the simplest face contorting makeup that he could based on what the Ouran taught him. To say his luck was both the worst and the best that night would be an understatement as he just put down the makeup kit down while letting his hair down when the guards entered the room and started escorting him to the noble’s bedroom under the impression that she was his harlot for the night.In said room on his grandiose bed laid a drunken noble who wanted to spend the night with his harlot, Shoku while still playing as the harlot approached the man, and convinced him to sit up so she could massage his manly back before the nightly act, then he quickly used his long hair and a ribbon from the dress as a makeshift garrot wire and started to strangle the man till he dropped unconscious. Now having bought himself some time he started to imitate the ungodly sounds that the guards should recognize as the noble doing his nightly act with the harlot so that he won't raise suspicion, and began to rummage the room for the rest of the documents, while changing his clothes back. It was after he changed out of that scantiness dress and into his own clothes, that the noble began to wake up and the panicked Shoku reached for the nearest object which was a hairpin, and he stabbed the man through the ear into his skull and kept hammering it in further and further with his hand till it began to bleed and the hairpin disappeared in the man's skull.
  
  With great speed, Shoku quickly evacuated the room via the noble’s balcony and ran off to HQ. His mission was deemed as failed successfully by the elders, whatever that meant, albeit he won't be punished by death for it he would be chained to a wall and beaten with whips in places hard to see for several hours before being released, for the matter of fact it could be said that the torture was Shoku’s twentieth birthday present.
  
  Shoku had enough of this place, of those people, but he knew what insubordination, escape, or retirement meant for those people with many options leading to death or living under constant surveillance that could give a killing order onto him at a drop of a hat. So he prepared having seen that one of the elders likes to drink and his seal was easy to forge, Shoku prepared a large amount of alcohol for the man, so that he had an alibi for what he planned after all that man often issued weird missions when drunk but no one could refuse him in the organization.
  
  So after a few nights of gathering strong wine, forging several documents for himself as well as the fake mission order and the seal his plan was ready. That very night Shoku gifted the elder about nine sho of fortified wine while planting the fake mission order on him so he could submit it himself to add more believability to it. Then Shoku waited to be called in by the HQ the next day, when it did happen, Shoku arrived at the HQ swiftly, received his mission along with the fake documents, and ventured out towards his destination a small town of Smyrgos at the bottom of Visenburg.
  
  His travel was long but knowing that no one from the letter bee followed him did give him peace of mind, albeit what peace of mind would give him was useless if his mind stayed in the state it was in. Nevertheless, the fake mission was made for him to infiltrate a well-known school that not only had a really good education but was known for its cutthroat acceptance. After all, it was a small school so they could only take in the best of scholars and had no time to fiddle around trying to determine if they should let the lower-scoring scholars in. His “mission” was to gain the trust of those scholars, gather any and all information possible, and send the info to the “client” directly. The thing is that the client never existed.
  
  Having arrived at the location Shoku got himself a job at a nearby restaurant while renting a small apartment near it so he could commute to his work and the academy easily. Sure, Shoku hated cooking but he was great at it so it was an easy job for him while also allowing him to not rust his knifework skills. At the academy he met a ball of pure joy that appeared to stick to him wherever he went and didn’t allow him to be alone for as long of a time as she could, her name was Cherie, and at first, Shoku thought she was sent by the letter bee as a observer to ascertain his work, but as time passed he learned or rather made sure that she wasn’t there for him, at least not in that way. Sure Cherie was annoying at times with how happy, cheerful, joyous, and cute she was but she never meant anything bad for Shoku, so he didn’t mind it. Although her finding out he lived nearby wasn't what he planned to happen, it did make it easier for her to interact with him. Through those interactions Shoku began his “therapy” and his mind began healing from his many traumas, fears, and nightmares although it will take a long time for them all to disappear and even longer for them to be replaced with happy thoughts and memories, he knew he could wait for them if she was near him, and yet he was a bit coy about becoming her friend after all any day the letter bees could figure out his mission was fake and send out people to hunt him down, and he didn’t want to drag her down so they stayed as Frengers.
  
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  Shadows of the Void - The shadows had been close to Shoku since his early years, and as he grew up he grew closer to it or rather to the Void hiding within it, for the shadows merely acted as its gateway. Which in turn made Shoku its gatekeeper, one thing that Shoku was sure of was that there existed beings living within the void he could sense them but he dared not to look for them inside for he feared the repercussions of his actions. Although it did lead him to discover the weakness of the beings within, they didn’t have a corporeal body, or rather if they had one it was only a temporary one made from solidified shadows and the energy from the void, for their true forms were akin to ghosts so sacred magics would probably hurt them a lot, at least their spirits.
  
  

  Ability 1: Shrouded by the void- This technique envelops Shoku in the fabric of the void making him become one with the shadows so to speak, allowing him to appear as if he merged with the shadows and darkness, silent and really hard to see, It offers protection from all kinds of damage by partially transforming the affected area into black mist akin to a shadow. This technique cannot be used for long as it drains the user's stamina, when used it also saps all color from the user's vision leaving him seeing the world in only black, white, and gray colors.​

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  Ability 2: Partial void gate release- Shoku through the act of making shadow puppets with his hands when partially releasing the gate allows Shoku to summon into the world beings that normally dwell in the void, in the forms that were cast by his shadow puppets. Said beings become physical upon entering the world by consuming a part of Shoku's shadow and stamina, which does limit the number of beings he can manifest in this world at once, as well as limits how big of a being he can summon for its size can't be larger than Shoku’s shadow. Upon stopping this technique the shadow returns to Shoku as well as a small part of the stamina used to manifest the beings, the technique automatically stops after Shoku drops unconscious.​

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  Ability 3: Void Rift- Shoku opens a tiny gate within his shadow, allowing him access to a tiny part of the void where no beings dwell known as the rift, allowing him to store items and nonliving things within it. As the rift is the defacto gate to the void, it follows some rules of the regular world, with the time still passing by albeit slower than normal, equalizing to about one eight, so eight hours on the outside is the same as one hour in the rift for said items and nonliving things. Of course, this area is so close to the void that no life could live there, even the being of the void cannot dwell there, thing to note is that the rift won't even allow for a living thing to enter it. The speed at which items can be stored and retrieved along with how big they can be depends on the size of the rift. It takes less stamina to sustain the rift's existence than it is to expand its size or create it in the first place.​

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  Ultimate: Phantom Veil of Despair- It’s Shoku’s double edged trump card. This technique is dangerous and at the same time harmless, as it fully opens the gates of the void, letting it spill into this world. As Shoku activates it, a large amount of thick mist/fog emerges and encircles Shoku, creating something akin to a domain or a veil centered around him with a certain range to it. Within said mist/fog one's sense of direction vanishes, compasses stop working, and monsters continuously emerge from within the fog and attack anyone who is within it except Shoku and anyone who was holding onto him when he activated it. The many monsters can and will harm you, the enemies will feel with all five of their senses the damage caused by the monsters upon themselves and the others, they will experience pain and so will the monsters but in actuality, the damage was never there, for it was all in their heads. The lost limbs were never lost, it was all their psyches making it appear as such, the only real thing was the pain, and the emotion of hopelessness and despair. The cost for this technique is great as it consumes energy from three sources, the positive emotions of the user are devoured first, then the user's stamina, and on the off chance that the user continues to use the technique even though his stamina plummeted, it will start to drain his sanity till it becomes nothing but a husk of a man, a living uncanny valley.​

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  Combination Ultimate: Paradox Champion- Through the shared efforts of Shoku and Cherie they summon one being from within the void in its full physical form. The physical body is made of bodiless, shadowy mist from the void that cannot be damaged by physical damage alone. It's armor acts as a second layer of defense and can protect it from attacks of magical and physical means but it can be damaged by both of them if enough force is used. Said creature never tires, and while it can be hurt it cannot die. Instead, when it's supposed to die it divides itself in half. The new halves are smaller and weaker than their bigger counterpart, but they are faster and more agile in exchange. It takes less damage for them to split again but their act of splitting is endless as they can divide practically infinitely. This technique automatically cancels itself when even one of the two becomes unconscious, uses up all of their energy, or when they split too far from each other. As this technique is a strong one it requires lots of stamina to use and maintain. The Paradox Champion has a mind of its own, but it will take heed of its creator's orders, or if not given any will protect its creator’s either by becoming their meat shield or by going to war with the enemies.​

  
  
• Skills:
  =Great cook
  =Decent dancer
  =Good at playing harmonica and bass guitar
  =Decent at Tanuki gakure no jutsu [Methods of hiding and infiltration usually in plain sight]
  Likes:
  + Bitters
  + Long walks
  + Rainy days
  + Looking at cute things [but not owning them]
  + Training his knife throwing and knifework
  + Playing his instruments [Harmonica and bass guitar]
  Dislikes:
  - Sweets
  - The sun
  - Cooking
  - Alcohol
  - Being social
  Other facts:
  Born 24th of December
  Shoku is ambidextrous.
  Shokus's favorite food is fermented plum onigiri, and his favorite drink is strong black tea.
  Shoku learned the art of makeup and seduction under an Oiran which taught him only because she confused him for a girl when he was young.
  Shoku likes all animals except reptiles, he hates them with a burning passion.
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"Would you care for another song?"​

• B A S I C
• M O G U L
• P E R S O N A L I T Y
• B A C K S T O R Y

• Name Xun Yue
  
  Nickname Yue
  
  Age 23
  
  Gender Female
  
  Sexuality Heteroflexible
  
  Height 5'6'' | 167cm
  
  Weight 119lbs | 53,9kg
  
  Nationality Sazzora Dynasty
  
  Occupation Singer in the Pub
  
• Partner BananaMuffin
  
  Pairing Mature - Immature
  
  Relationship Stranger
  
  Type Physical - Back of Ear
  
  Magic TBC
  
• Yue, now a mature individual shaped by the trials of her tumultuous past, carries herself with a poise and wisdom that surpass her years. The profound experiences she endured in her childhood have sculpted her into a person of remarkable maturity. Having faced the harsh realities of betrayal, loss, and the consequences of difficult decisions, Yue exhibits a quiet strength that emanates from the depth of her resilience. She is no stranger to the darker aspects of life, and this awareness has granted her a profound sense of empathy and understanding for the complexities of human nature.
  
  Yue navigates the intricacies of life with a measured and thoughtful demeanor, often contemplating the consequences of her actions before making decisions. The weight of guilt and grief she carries has not embittered her but rather instilled in her a compassionate spirit, as she understands the impact of choices on both a personal and communal level. Her capacity to endure and persevere in the face of adversity has forged a woman who, while carrying the scars of her past, moves forward with a quiet determination. Yue's journey has endowed her with a wisdom that allows her to see beyond surface appearances, recognizing the fragility of life and the importance of cherishing the moments of happiness that do come her way.
  
  While she may bear the burden of a painful past, Yue's maturity is not defined by bitterness but by an innate understanding of the impermanence of life and the value of resilience. In her interactions with others, she imparts a sense of depth and insight that reflects the profound lessons she has learned through her own harrowing experiences.
  
• The Fall of Xun Family
  Formerly known as Lady Yue, she was the cherished daughter of Xun family. The Xun family, respected and well-known in their community, seemed like the epitome of happiness. Her days were filled with laughter, warmth, and the love of her father, mother, older brother Xun Han, and younger brother Xun Feng. The illusion of tranquility shattered when Yue, at the tender age of 7, stumbled into a dark secret. Half-asleep, she mistakenly wandered into the dining room instead of the bathroom. There, hidden in the shadows, she overheard a conversation between her parents that would forever alter her destiny. It was when she learned her father's true identity—he was a Mogul, a forbidden and hunted species in their community. His counterpart, the innkeeper down the road, shared the same fate. Trembling and confused, Yue rushed back to her room, tears streaming down her face. The shocking revelation heavily pressed on her young heart. From that moment on, her once joyful life became a haunting nightmare. The weight of the dark secret hung heavy on her shoulders as she grappled with the knowledge that her father was an outlaw, and their family was living a lie.
  
  Days turned into years, and Yue struggled to cope with the burden of the forbidden knowledge. The community actively hunted and executed Moguls, and anyone found harboring or hiding them faced the same deadly fate. This knowledge tormented Yue and shattered her heart, torn between her love for her family and the fear of the consequences they would face. In a moment of desperation, Yue at the age of 10, overwhelmed and confused, aimlessly wandered the town. Her fear guided her to the government office, where she stood for hours, garnering the attention of the officers who sensed something amiss. Innocently driven by fear, Yue disclosed the forbidden truth about her father and the innkeeper to the government officials, oblivious to the devastating consequences her actions would unleash.
  
  The wheels of fate turned swiftly, and government forces stormed the Xun mansion, apprehending Yue's parents and executing them on the spot as a warning to others. Her older brother Xun Han, a mere 13 years old, was thrown into jail for his knowledge of the family's forbidden secret. The innkeeper and his family, suffered the same tragic fate as the Xuns. The consequences of her innocent decision not only destroyed her own family but also brought doom upon another household. The weight of guilt and grief now bore heavily on Yue's shoulders as she navigated a life forever. What adds an even more heartbreaking layer to Yue's devastation is the haunting image of her parents smiling at her just seconds before facing their execution, with her mother's final whisper echoing in the air, "Live on, my love."
  
  The Days of Yue
  In the aftermath of her parents' execution and the subsequent collapse of the family business, Yue found herself thrust into a world where survival demanded maturity beyond her years. Struggling to make ends meet for herself and her three-year-old brother, Xun Feng, Yue's resilience took center stage in the face of adversity. With no family left to turn to, the pub's owner, took them in without expecting anything in return. Despite Yue's tender age of 10, the pub owner recognized her potential and asked for her help in exchange for their shelter. Faced with the responsibility of becoming the backbone of her new, makeshift family, Yue took on the role of caretaker for her toddler brother.
  
  Yue's days were filled with demanding chores and the challenges of raising a young child. While her older brother, Xun Han, had nowhere to be found after his imprisonment. However, amidst the hardship, a glimmer of hope emerged. The pub's owner discovered Yue's innate talent for singing—an angelic voice that resonated with emotion and beauty. Recognizing the potential to transform her life, the pub owner became Yue's mentor, guiding her into the world of performance. Equipped with her charming appearance and the gift of her melodic voice, Yue quickly rose to local fame in the Sazzora Dynasty. Though her stardom didn't reach global heights, she became a beloved figure among the locals. The tips she earned from her performances were meticulously saved, each coin representing a dream for a better life for Xun Feng.
  
  Despite the hardships, Yue found solace in the simple joys of her brother's love and the escape provided by her singing. Feng, unaware of the tragic history that led them to their current circumstances, regarded Yue as a motherly figure. In turn, Yue harbored a deep love for her brother, carrying the heavy guilt of the life she had unintentionally imposed on him. For years, Yue dedicated herself to her work at the pub, using her savings to provide occasional moments of happiness and reprieve for Feng. Although life was forever marked by the shadows of their past, the siblings found a semblance of peace. Their days became more bearable, and the love they shared helped to heal the wounds of their shared history. In the harmony of her songs and the simplicity of their shared moments, Yue and Feng discovered a resilience that turned their once gloomy existence into a life filled with quiet contentment.
  
  The Encounter and Farewell
  (note: Muffin is not real name, it's used until Muffin gives the character's name)
  Feng, at the age of 16, found himself deeply immersed in the enchanting world of movies, with Muffin being his absolute favorite actor. Muffin's performances captured his imagination, transporting him to realms of fantasy and excitement. The desire to meet his idol became an unspoken dream, and Feng couldn't contain his excitement any longer. Determined to make his dream a reality, Feng turned to his older sister. Yue, who unable to resist her brother's earnest request, decided to plan a short trip to Hillcanna. The anticipation of meeting the legendary actor added an extra layer of joy to their holiday plans.
  
  As they arrived in Hillcanna, they were greeted by a tropical and sunny ambiance, turning the trip into a perfect vacation. However, fate had more surprises in store for them. By sheer luck, they stumbled upon the set of Muffin's latest movie, where the actor himself was engrossed in filming. Feng, being the hardcore fan that he was, pleaded with Yue to wait until the filming concluded so they could get Muffin's autograph. Yue agreed, and they patiently waited until dusk for the movie shoot to end.
  
  Taking the initiative, Yue approached the set's guard, attempting to negotiate for a brief meeting with Muffin. Whether it was the guard's good mood or Yue's undeniable charm, they were granted permission to meet the actor. Holding a piece of paper in her hand, Yue approached Muffin and requested his autograph. In person, Muffin appeared to be like any other young man, possibly around Yue's age or maybe younger. Yet, his fame and the charisma from his movie roles made him stand out. Fortunately, Muffin willingly agreed to sign for this random pair of fans.
  
  However, the unexpected took a strange turn. During a casual conversation, Muffin innocently expressed the eagerness to touch the back of Yue's ear. Before she could question the peculiar gesture, a burst of energy surged through her body, leaving her in a state of bewilderment and confusion. The warmth and cold sensations tingling through her body made her realize that something extraordinary was happening. As she looked at Muffin, he transformed from a mere stranger into something she had been unconsciously seeking—a connection, a counterpart. The word "Mogul" echoed in her mind, signaling a mysterious link that defied explanation.
  
  Unable to contain the overwhelming energy, Yue released a warm gust around her, catching the attention of nearby government officers. Confusion and concern spread as officers rushed towards them. In the chaos, Yue's brother, Feng, stared at her in disbelief, completely unaware of the situation. The officers, viewing Yue's actions as a potential threat, forcefully pushed her to the ground. Struggling to comprehend the situation, she was unable to utter a single word. Memories of her childhood tragedy flooded her mind, creating a chaotic mental landscape.
  
  Before she could fully grasp the gravity of the situation, officers began dragging her away. In her state of shock, Yue finally regained consciousness, realizing the fate that awaited her. The realization that she would be leaving her beloved brother alone, vulnerable to unknown dangers, intensified her agony. In her attempts to resist, Yue cried out, wailed, and struggled against the officers' strong grip. However, her efforts proved futile. As they forcibly placed her into a vehicle, her tear-blurred vision caught a last glimpse of Feng, her dearest brother, also being taken away in a state of horror. The unknown, the fear, and the separation overwhelmed her, leaving her to face an uncertain fate.
  

 

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━ zenrias

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• 𓇢𓆸

  Forgiveness
  is the fragrance
  That the violet sheds
  On the heel that
  Has crushed it.
  
  
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  BASICS​

  
  

  NAME

  Zenrias Taira

  
  

  AKA

  Tenderfoot Taira, Agent Taira, Zed, Zennie, Zen

  
  

  AGE

  29

  
  

  GENDER

  M

  
  

  KINGDOM

  Floramente (ethn. Sazzoran)

  
  

  PAIRING

  Forgiving x Vindictive

  
  

  PARTNER

  TheRealAngeloftheStorm

  
  

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  Archnemeses

  
  
  

  VOICE CLAIM

  
  

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  PERSONALITY​

  
  

  
  

  Few in the Ministry of Floramante's Finance can inspire equal parts sympathy and contempt like Agent Taira could. Among the tough-minded bureaucrats, he stands out like an unrefined gem—shining brilliantly when pressured just right, but can otherwise come across as somewhat unremarkable, reckless even thanks to that silly old thing beating in his chest.
  
  Indeed, if there was one thing no one could deny, it would be that Zenrias will wear that heart of his on his sleeve no matter the weather, no matter the danger. He certainly has the scars to show for it, yet he carries on undeterred, as if they were never there at all.
  
  To the struggling families in his tax jurisdiction, he is courage and compassion incarnate. A rare sight in a world that gives them all a thousand reasons not to be. To others, he is a product of privilege and a spineless sap, who plays at favorites based on the sob story he liked best, or just the first one he heard that morning.
  
  Both have a ring of truth to them. At his core, Zenrias is a man molded around the instinct to forgive and forget. Not all are like this, because not all have his tremendous well of empathy. It acts as both a blessing a curse; at the best of times, it helps him forge invaluable connections and maintain an uncanny perceptiveness. At the worst of times, it forces him to forget himself in pursuit of ending everyone's pain and pleasing no one in the process. Boundaries become an afterthought; underlying issues face the threat of never truly being resolved. Cruelty may not be an intentional word in his vocabulary, but many a good intention of his has ended in unforseen neglect.
  
  In the end, Zenrias is no saint, nor does he try to claim to be. But in a world where the meek get trampled on first, he is the closest thing some folk have to one. That is enough for him. In his own warm, reserved way, forgiveness is the sweetest kind of rebellion.

  
  
  

  
  

  MOGUL ABILITY (COMBO)​

  
  

  Type | Physical.
  Area of Activation |
  Emilia must make contact with Zenrias' right eyebrow ridge.
  
  
  THE POWER OF PACIFICATION.
  
  Zenrias is able to emit an aura that induces tranquility and serenity in the environment and those within his sphere of influence. This manifests as a shimmering sapphire-blue wave of pacifying energy, enabling him to mitigate conflict by suppressing emotion, induce a profound sense of calmness and remove the will to fight in others.
  
  

  • Aura of Tranquility: Zenrias emanates an aura of serene energy, visible as a soft, shimmering glow surrounding him when activating his pacification ability. This aura spreads outward in waves, encompassing the immediate area in a calming influence.

  
  

  • Calming Influence: The pacification ability engenders a soothing effect on emotions, thoughts, and behaviors. It eases tension, diffuses aggression, and promotes a state of emotional balance and peace within those affected.

  
  

  • Pacifying Aura Reach: Zenrias can control the range and intensity of his pacification ability, expanding or contracting its reach as needed. His normal range is about five meters, with a maximum of ten. The effectiveness of this ability can vary based on his focus, emotions, and the mental resilience of the individuals within his influence.

  
  

  • Mental Clarity and Relaxation: Those within the sphere of Zenrias's pacification ability experience a sense of mental clarity, heightened focus, and relaxation. It allows them to find solace from stress, anxiety, or emotional turmoil, aiding in decision-making and fostering a serene environment.

  
  MOGUL PARTNER ULTIMATE:
  Pacified Slumber: Subliminal Fusion
  
  At their respective abilities' most powerful, ultimate form, Zenrias and Emilia together can force their opponents into comas, from which they may never wake.
  
  By concentrating all his pacifying power into a singular wave, Zenrias is able to reduce his opponent to a slumbrous state almost immediately. As their mind slips into unconsciousness, the gateway for Emilia is open; now able to access the deepest roots of their subconscious, all her suggestive power goes into one singular edict: stay there.
  

  
  
  
• 
  

  BACKSTORY​

  
  

  
  

  Since the days of the Great Mogul War, the Tairas have gradually shunned obscurity. Distant as the moon though their ties are to the royal dynasty, there is no mistaking the place and pull they have carved out in their native land and beyond.
  
  At the top of every town is a Taira, goes the common family axiom. Zenrias could have towed that great line in a very grand manner, had he been born on time and not two months early on the road, where the nearest midwife could only be fetched from a forgotten little fishing town cradling the edge of Floramante territory.
  
  Thwarted in achieving their true goal of producing the very first Taira-Noniel citizen, his parents had no choice but to settle in the capital of Floramante until their son could brave the journey back to Sazzora. Though a blow to ambition and a bittersweet affair, it barely held a candle to the mess that was their marriage, even from the beginning.
  
  Cold war constantly waged between mother and father, chilling their household down to the bone. Exposed to the elements, it would endure both frostbitten silence and snowstorm screaming matches with little else binding the gap.
  
  When he was not forced to play pawn and choose a side, little Zenrias was leading the life of any aspiring future Sazzoran noble. Tutors taught him his first great love: arithmetic, as well as the written and verbal tongues of all but three kingdoms.
  
  When he was not in the rheumy embrace of his mother or the hangdog lap of his father, the words "forgive me," perched on their lips, Zenrias would take comfort in the many little fancies designed to distract him from the inevitable. A hundred novels to read, decorated in made-up ciphers to crack, and if there was room, simple mathematical equations to solve.
  
  When the inevitable came, 'indefinite separation' was what they called it. In other words, preserve their wealth in order to live as if they'd never met, never been a family at all.
  
  PART II.
  
  Pulled back by the will of his father and the wellspring of family backing him, Zenrias could only follow his mother back to Floramante in his dreams. As heir, there was little he could do but continue his studies, knowing her only through sparse letters and telegrams provided he did particularly well.
  
  When the time finally came for him to be sent to finishing school abroad, young Zenrias jumped at the opportunity to be sent to Floramante.
  
  Alongside him, but apart would be his future wife and Nonielian heiress, Enyra Rothschiva. Betrothed at twelve, their union was sensible if not entirely by-the-numbers, meant to take place as soon as they graduated. A rather novel family tradition; fifteen years earlier, they would have met at the altar.
  
  

  ❂​

  
  Reuniting with his mother and excelling in his studies, Zenrias found a new life and purpose in Floramante. The capital was a beehive, layered in combs of vibrant culture and honeyed cuisine unmatched across the kingdoms. As daunting as the prospect of marriage was, the juvenile pair hit it off as if it, and the high expectations of their families, did not hang over their heads.
  
  But the pressure to measure up was on. Sweet as she was, Enyra was no scholar. While her husband-to-be was on track to graduate early and with full honors, she lagged behind greatly, and this haunted her to no end.
  
  It would be the first of many trembling insecurities on her part; setting the stage for a pattern of piteous behaviour in which she could only be reeled back in by a steady flow of forgiving assurances upon forgiving assurances that he loved her, no matter her perceived failures.
  
  Four years of finishing school later, despite some initial protest from relatives in light of Enyra's poor academic performance spearheaded by none other than his own mother, they tied the knot. And safe to say, their first two years of marriage were paradise.
  
  Enyra filled her days as a butterfly socialite, demurely showing off to anyone who would listen her sizable wedding ring, alongside the deed to their new manor built in the latest architectural style. All thanks, of course, to her husband's successful securing of a permanent, full-time position in the kingdom's Ministry of Finance.
  
  Zenrias filled his days trying to convince her the position wasn't nearly as glamorous as advertised, which only fell on giddy, deaf ears. Because soon enough, the news and birth of their first child joined the fray and sent both of them over the moon with happiness.
  
  Little did they know, their happiness was on borrowed time.
  
  

  ❂
  ​

  The night had been like any other before it for the past two sleep-deprived months. But in the coming hours of that morning, something felt off.
  
  The taste. The touch of stillness in the air. Zenrias awoke to his wife's swollen cries. The bed was empty; her hunched frame hugged the crib like some ragged doll, and in her arms lay their little baby girl. Pale and ice cold to the touch, asleep forever.
  
  PART III.
  
  It was the darkest period of their lives.
  
  For a time, nothing could soften the ambush grief had set in their hearts. It was only with time that little by little the paralysis of pain eased away, revealing a desperate willingness to do anything to offset their great loss.
  
  So, ever the tender heart and despite the growing risk to his job, Zenrias began to clandestinely delay and forgive debts more and more readily, looking the other way for families that had tugged at his heartstrings. Enyra gradually found herself drawn to charity work; when it was found out she would venture deep in the capital's poorest slums to volunteer, it drew hard criticism from all sides of the family.
  
  Grieve and donate a sizable sum yes, but to willingly deviate from the ambitions of the family to do undignified, unpaid, unfit work with the poor and sickly, who are poor and sickly for a reason? Unthinkable!
  
  Zenrias was her husband. It was his duty to talk sense into her. But Zenrias could not bring himself to scold her; he himself was a bleeding heart for those less fortunate.
  
  More importantly, this was her outlet. He could not bring himself to take that away from her, or scold her on many other problematic habits; her newfound obsession with rare and forbidden Mogulic books; her novel interest in homeopathic healing; her reluctance to speak truthfully about where she was going and when she would come back...
  
  Another man would have surely fought, or even divorced with his wife on such matters - after all, anything Mogul could easily mean death. But he loved her, and out of fear of disturbing her fragile peace, he let it all go.
  
  Of course, the fundamental duty of a Taira heir could not be so easily shirked.
  
  Out of a desire to preserve his marriage and prove everything was on the mend, they kept trying for a baby. However, just weeks before their fifth wedding anniversary, Zenrias awoke to tears yet again. They streamed down Enyra's sweltering face, eyes sealed shut to stave away the pain. Her body burned away like hot coal, mysterious sores dotting her skin like the hide of a Floramente wildcat.
  
  When the doctors came, her condition left them perplexed. The only thing they were certain of was that she would pass within the week.
  
  And so, lying on her deathbed, the truth finally came out in soft whispers. The past three years were little more than lies; though she’d adored the charity work, it, as well as the dabblings in the occult, the long disappearances were all just a means to an end.
  
  In reality, grief had motivated her every move. Going beyond simply acquiring their works, she had consulted with black market Moguls to brew herself a thwarting potion. If ingested, it would permanently leave her barren. That way, there would be no more children. No more hell to relive losing another little son or daughter to inexplicable forces ever again.
  
  But grief could not grant her courage or the heart to tell her husband all this. It was only now, when something had gone terribly wrong that the blissful illusion was shattered. In her final, faltering moments, she begged him to do what he'd always done.
  
  "Please..." she whispered. "Forgive me."
  
  

  ❂​

  
  At the ripe age of twenty-four, Zenrias Taira was a widower.
  
  To outside onlookers, it was a tragedy inlaid with silver lining. After all, even after what the authorities seized as punishment for the late Mrs. Taira's illicit dealings with Moguls, Zenrias was still a relatively well-off young man. Sooner or later he would surely be back on the market, ready to cast his net into the sea, carry on his line and live out a comfortable existence, just as his family had intended.
  
  Instead, he found himself in the crosshairs of the devil herself.
  
  PART IV.
  
  Emilia Visconte.
  
  It would take three years. Three entire years to draw together every letter of that name, piece by painstaking piece.
  
  All it took was a minute discrepancy on a charity's balance sheet. An inch leading him miles down towards the layers of hell in which she, the devil, dwelled.
  
  Of course his eagle eye had caught it; he yearned for clues, anything that could aid in bringing his wife's Mogul killers to justice. This was no ordinary charity, after all. Set up not long after her death, Enyra's remaining wealth funded its operations. Every orphanage struggling to make ends' meet had it to thank for being able to stay warm during the winter. The agony of her loss manifested in the same singular manner — channeling that pent-up love and dedication into benevolence, taking the form of debt relief ventures throughout the entire city.
  
  Back then however, scarcely anyone took him seriously. Despite his prestigious foreign lineage, he was a mere speck in the vast expanse of the Ministry. The truths he was beginning to unveil eluded everyone else; a tangled web akin to a black widow's, weaving predatory money-lending schemes that plagued the city like an epidemic. Funds, significant and trivial, were siphoned from numerous public welfare foundations, some of which held royal patronage from Floramante's monarchy. These deceptions were cunningly timed, often orchestrated months ahead.
  
  Terrified for their lives, small business owners would cast him out into the streets before admitting to the truth; someone was exploiting the debt loan relief system he had put into place. Tempted by counterfeit Ministry sigils and the illusion of extreme leniency, they unwittingly endorsed high-interest loans they could never repay in a hundred lifetimes. Rich or poor, it did not matter as long as they were desperate enough to fall for the ruse. Finances were not the only thing made to bleed; if unable to pay the fraudulent fines, they would face the fist or the gun.
  
  The farther he dug, the deeper the grave went. Like the strings of a harp, every nerve he struck sent a symphony of suffering back to him and to the members of his family residing in Floramante.
  
  Relatives were harassed relentlessly; some of his cousins provoked into near fatal bar fights, nephews and nieces followed on their way back from finishing school, his favorite aunts robbed in broad daylight of their luxury linens. A break-in at his mother's manor stealing nothing, served as a stark message. The Tairas had never known such vindictiveness, but as long as his investigation persisted, this ominous entity remained unafraid to teach them.
  
  Even with the combined might of the Ministries of Justice and Finance who had finally caught on, overdrawn negotiations, tax audits and agent raids could only temper the storm for so long. Ultimately, the final lesson, unbeknownst to him, would deliver a devastating blow to them both.
  
  They were like night and day, shadow and light. Yet Moguls all the same, the pair of them. Monsters, in the eyes of everyone else. Suddenly, it was off to the rat cage for the cat and mouse; the chase was over.
  
  For now.
  

  
  
  
  

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[TheRealAngeloftheStorm]

━ emilia

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• ☠︎︎

  if you prick us,
  do we not bleed?
  If you poison us,
  do we not die?
  And if you wrong us,
  Shall we not revenge?
  
  
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  BASICS​

  
  

  NAME

  Emilia Visconti

  
  

  AKA

  The Maiden, Ten-Knives

  
  

  AGE

  40

  
  

  GENDER

  F

  
  

  KINGDOM

  Floramante

  
  

  PAIRING

  Forgiving x Vindictive

  
  

  PARTNER

  Seraphine

  
  

  RELATIONSHIP

  Archnemeses

  
  
  

  
  

  PERSONALITY​

  
  

  
  

  Growing up in the criminal underworld has left Emilia short of anything approaching forgiveness. The ruthless, cutthroat nature of it left its mark deeply on her psyche. Betrayal from supposedly leal men and women. Would-be lovers gripping knives as they leaned in for intimacy. Insults must be paid back threefold. And personal slights must be settled with death.
  
  Once upon a time, there was one who could draw out anything else from her. She’s gone. Make no mistake - Emilia is a seething cauldron of bitter hatred and vindictiveness.
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  MOGUL ABILITY (COMBO)​

  
  

  Type | Physical.
  Area of Activation |
  Zenrias must make contact with Emilia's index finger and thumb.
  
  
  THE POWER OF SUGGESTION.
  
  "Words have toppled empires."
  
  Emilia's power is to plant suggestions into the consciousness of other people. While never lasting more than a few swipes of the pendulum, the suggestion can be anything - from asking someone to look the other way, to telling someone to die. It is, however, dependent on context and how receptive the person is to such a suggestion. Particularly strong suggestions made against strong-willed people at the wrong time will cause the target to pause as their desires conflict for a brief moment; more malleable individuals will carry out the command immediately.
  

  • Command: Making direct eye contact with the intended target, Emilia focuses on a one word command to overpower all other senses and reason. It can be telling someone to kneel, to move, or fall, as examples.
    
    
  • Idea Seeding: A 'seed' of an idea is implanted in the recipient's mind that will 'bloom' upon a spoken trigger word. The seed is implanted with a spoken phrase - for example, 'it would be nice for people to look away once in a while' - before being triggered with the words most relevant to the intended command. Thus, 'look away' would be the trigger word. This seed will linger for a day, before it is dismissed by the unwitting recipient.
    
    
  • Oration: Ditching the powerful single target potential of her ability to turn it outwards into an area of effect, Emilia can 'address' a group into following very simple commands. By doing this, the power loses potency, and the effect wears out much faster.

  
  ULTIMATE: AUTHORITY
  A man's fear of death and desire to avoid the inevitable. Refusal to give up on long-held principles. It all melts away. By tuning her power to the maximum, Emilia can brute-force complex commands and force someone to follow it, no matter how opposed they are to the order. She can make a list of orders that they will carry out to the best of their ability... up to and including self-termination.
  
  MOGUL PARTNER ULTIMATE:
  Pacified Slumber: Subliminal Fusion
  
  At their respective abilities' most powerful, ultimate form, Zenrias and Emilia together can force their opponents into comas, from which they may never wake.
  
  By concentrating all his pacifying power into a singular wave, Zenrias is able to reduce his opponent to a slumberous state almost immediately. As their mind slips into unconsciousness, the gateway for Emilia is open; now able to access the deepest roots of their subconscious, all her suggestive power goes into one singular edict: stay there.
  

  
  
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  BACKSTORY​

  
  

  
  

  The eldest of the three daughters of the Visconti patriarch, Emilia lived life with a silver spoon in her mouth. Her sisters were content to suckle on the teat of their father’s labor - but not Emilia. She was never meant for such mediocrity, never meant to simply ride on the coattails of better men. Seeing in her a reflection of himself, the Visconti patriarch focused his attention on his eldest.
  
  At her father’s knee, Emilia learnt the tools of empire. Oaths, loyalty, and the punishment for breaking them. How to temper the ambitions of her lessers, always grasping, always scrabbling for even the tiniest shred of the power she wielded. The underworld was a place without pity and remorse; transactional in nature and violent in practice. As Emilia reached her majority, she began commanding operations of her own. Fraudulent debt relief, bribery, the works; with her and her father at handling the ship, the Visconti family began to seep into the divide like a poison. Over time, the name became synonymous with power in the halls of Floramante’s criminal underworld, having briefly assumed the mantle of hegemon.
  
  Even a wretched woman like her found love as she stayed the course of her path. A beautifully stern actress - pale-skinned, with tresses of moonsilver and eyes like molten gold. It started as a brief fling. A chance encounter, where they took their fill and drank deeply of each other before parting. But it escalated. Lust became desire became love. It had escalated beyond their wildest dreams, and Emilia wondered how it had happened. Soon after their clandestine wedding, a child would enter their lives, and for a brief, fleeting moment, Emilia thought she’d made it.
  
  Reality is rarely so forgiving, however. A young agent of Floramante’s Ministry of Finance would hone in on her after backlash from his clients being extorted by Emilia’s underlings. The tangled web that she’d woven. So began a game of cat and mouse - Zenrias’ attempts to try and cut through the heart of the matter. It was nothing short of an insult. This child dared to encroach on her operations? Then he would pay the price. The closer he got to arresting her, the worse her retaliation become. A dead partner; an attack on his family; and more. Three years this feud lasted, and perhaps by some stroke of luck, events transpired for a confrontation. That day was her downfall.
  
  The one thing her power and wealth could not protect her from was the stigma of being a Mogul. And much like the many corpses that she’d paved her path with, her arrest was ensured by a betrayal most close - her father, who had deemed this feud of hers too personal, too dangerous to the Visconti name. Her sisters would step up to the plate, he’d assured her, and the family would continue on through her child. Of her wife, of sweet Atana and her child, he did not say.
  
  A seed that had been planted in the folds of her heat bore anger most poisonous, watered by betrayal.
  

  
  
  
  

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[Benadryl Plankton]

Leopold Schönauer

Spoiler: Appearance

Age: 33

Gender: Male

Personality:

Spoiler: Personality

Bright eyes boring into whatever or whoever has caught his attention, twitching, unstable digits responding to stimuli that only he can perceive, and a voice that fluctuates in intensity almost on a whim. Leo is a stark reminder of just how bad things can get. A wake-up call that once you go over the cliff, there really is no bottom in the abyss that is the destruction of the human psyche.

He is socially inept in all the ways one would expect, yet speaks with such surprising conviction that listeners are frequently caught off-guard. Though he takes great pleasure in the simple joys of life, he is not a simple man, much to the detriment of the people around him. There is a fractured but present intellect hiding behind his horrible exterior, and he is always eager to engage in meaningful discussion…regardless of the desires of the other party. If you wish to take a gamble with your life, debate philosophy with him. If you wish to lose it, tell him to be quiet.

Despite these behaviors, once his mind is set on a course of action, he will pursue it with obsessive, Irrational fervor. This has allowed him to effectively function amongst others and made him invaluable as an ally, but it just as often had made him overcommit, refusing to back down even when it would be sensible.

Partner (character AND writer): Human Instrumentality /Edmund Adler
Pairing(hot headed/cold headed?): Irrational/ Rational
Which type are you? (Physical, Mental, Verbal): Verbal


Magic Type: Demented Phoenix​

An agent of change: Remorseless, horrifying change, leaving behind screaming victims and charred ruins. Leopold claims this is necessary-and who dares to disagree?

Spoiler: Magic

Blackfire Purge: Inhaling deeply, Leo unleashes a sustained torrent of black fire, all too similar to the stream of a particularly potent flamethrower. Frequently, this is accompanied by the sound of laughter booming from his wide-open mouth. Blackfire is more than just simple heat-It damages the very soul of those afflicted, burning well past the point where a normal fire would be smothered, and leaving behind injuries that seem to resist any attempts at healing, whether magical or mundane. Worse yet, those that completely succumb to it and perish feed the flames with the last scraps of their energy, siphoning a small portion of stamina back to Leo.


Immortal Ideal: Upon focusing this power, Leo can transmute incoming damage into Heat, remaining unharmed even in the face of crippling injury. This ability has limitations, of course, and suffering too much damage in too short a period of time will overwhelm his concentration, sapping all Heat and briefly nullifying this ability.

Vile Rebirth: Leo can focus his power inwards, causing a sizeable explosion, with his body as ground zero. The size and strength of this blast is increased proportional to how much Heat he currently has. In a few seconds after the fact, Leopold reforms, alongside with any pieces of equipment he was wearing or carrying. After performing this ability, he cannot channel more magic or do much more than shuffle about in agony for a time-reforming your entire body is painful!

Ultimate: Eternal Revolution: The full might of revolutionary fervor, made manifest. Leo concentrates for a few moments before unleashing a large cloud of toxic smoke. In addition to limiting visibility, it is tainted by the black fire, and incredibly toxic to enemies(allies and Leo himself are unaffected by both the visual and damaging components, although what Leo considers an 'ally' will be a debatable matter). Enemies affected by the gas will begin to hallucinate 'demonic' figures amongst the smoke. Those who stay too long or who suffer grave damage will become 'possessed' by the 'figures'(in reality, neither is real-the smoke just gives incredibly potent psychosomatic effects) and will fly into a rage, mindlessly charging at each other or other enemies, resistant to damage as their bodies are sustained by the magic. When the effect ends, all the damage they suffered affects them as normal, which usually results in death.

Partner Ultimate: TBC

History/Bio:​

Spoiler: History

The story of Leopold has long been quite the point of interest. What manner of history could such a creature carry? What horrible things must he have witnessed and committed to have become so wholly monstrous? Theories are plentiful, and they grow more and more extravagant as time passes. Perhaps this is what the end-state of all Moguls is, some extrapolate. Perhaps he was never a man at all, but some manner of evil spirit, conjured by Moguls to bring about harm to good people, posit others. An experiment gone wrong, say the more scientifically-minded. An attempt to create a killing machine without fear or remorse, gone awry…

The truth is, much as it often has been, disappointing. Leo was, much as anyone else, born to a human mother, in a large family of shepherds. His early life was largely unremarkable. There were no catastrophes, no horrible traumatic experiences, and for a time, he was happy. They did not have much, but they had enough, and that would do.

Until civilization came, remorseless as it was. The land they used to graze the animals was seized, the wealthy landowner that took it claiming that there were no official records or deeds of ownership-technically correct, as the family had never needed to ratify such over generations. They attempted to move, but bad luck followed. Unable to support his family himself, Leo’s father made a difficult decision, and asked his oldest children to seek work. Leo’s world was shattered overnight. Moving into the city and joining the myriad others who sought a better future, he found backbreaking labor in the factories, earning barely enough to stay fed. Month after month, Leopold became ever-more bitter and angry. At the rich bureaucrats that had taken his life from him, at the factory owner who paid them pennies, at the government for allowing this injustice to continue. So bad was his situation that when the letter of conscription came, it was met with relief.


During that time, he met Edmund Adler. Despite their many differences, both in demeanor and upbringing, the two quickly became friends due to shared beliefs and opinions, covering for each other’s shortcomings as an idea took form. They recognized the flaws of the current system, the overwhelming influence of Noniel in Burgian politics, the corruption inherent in every facet of the government.
What truly cemented their respect for each other, though, was a fateful patrol, whereupon their platoon stumbled upon gun smugglers from the Broken Lands. The smugglers met their demands for surrender with a hail of automatic fire from their own armaments. Pinned down and with no hope for support, the two men prepared to make a desperate stand.
That was when their powers activated. The shock on the smuggler’s face as Leopold shrugged off round after round had to be seen to be believed. Sadly, their platoon soon had to follow them to the grave. Leopold did not with to betray their trust like this, but Edmund had insisted, knowing execution awaited them if their nature became known. That event marked Leopold, destabilizing him even further.

The more they worked together, the more these observations began to morph from useless bickering to a serious motivator, a call to action that could not be ignored.


Upon their discharge from the military, the two set out to plant the seeds of change. Together, they founded the Visenburgian Brotherhood, a political organization that championed their ideals. Using his connections amongst the police force, Edmund secured his friend a position in the postal service, allowing him to move about the countryside freely, building up fervor for their beliefs, while establishing caches of armaments, and training their supporters in ‘self-defense’. In this role, he quickly discovered he was naturally gifted-his pure, undisputed conviction, paired with his down-to-earth attitude and knowledge of the countryside had an evident effect on the results. The Brotherhood prospered under these two patriots, and for a time, their dreams seemed to be well within reach.


As years passed, however, a worrying prospect reared it’s ugly head. Edmund had spent so long infiltrating the political elite that he had started showing signs of being corrupted by them. He championed for…nonviolent approaches no matter the cost, allowed their opponents to drag him into endless debates rather than dealing with them, and secured connections with enemies of the Burgian state in the interest of ‘long-term benefit’. Leopold’s attempts to appeal to him were in vain, and a schism started to form between them, and, by extension, the Brotherhood. The rural supporters remained adherent to the original doctrine that Leopold had outlined-a preparation of an armed resistance in anticipation of asymmetrical warfare. The supporters found within urban environments, however, were similarly swayed by Edmund’s compromised vision, seeking only to engage in lobbying and political gerrymandering. Leo’s attempts to bridge that divide were in vain.


A sudden panic gripped Leo’s heart as he saw the revolutionary fervor of the Brotherhood diminish because of Edmund’s overly cautious approach. With his back against the wall and limited options, he decided to risk it all, using all his influence to rally every resource at their disposal towards a march on the capital-nothing less than an attempt at a coup d’etat. To say that he was adamant in this would be an understatement-armed to the teeth, Leopold made a declaration, an ultimatum to the Brotherhood. Those who refused would be labeled traitors. Both to the Fatherland, and to the party.
What Leopold could not account for was that someone from within was compromised. He never learned who it was or why. All he knew was that instead of an ambush, as they had planned and prepared for throughout agonizing months of drills, the police and army were waiting for them , dug in and prepared to defend. Outnumbered and thoroughly outgunned, the revolutionaries were outmatched. Still, they refused to back down, fighting tooth and nail even as they were pushed back, to the bellowing commands of Leopold.

Nothing was yet lost. If he could just hold out long enough for Edmund to reconvene with his forces, then victory was assured. His own supporters, and the power they held as Moguls, would win the day.

Hours passed, casualties mounted. And as the night fell, the Brotherhood was completely ousted from the city, and Edmund was still nowhere to be seen. Leo's gambit had narrowly failed, through no fault of his own, but due to the greed of some traitor, and the hesitation of his dearest friend.

Any sane man would've accepted his fate, and surrendered, or gone into exile. But Leopold, a man of questionable sanity even before this horrible event, would not tolerate it. For years to come, he gathered what forces remained loyal to him, fighting a hopeless, brutal asymmetrical war against Visenburg's corrupt elite. With Edmund's influence no longer holding him back, his methods became truly abhorrent, paying no heed to any moral compunction. It was the failed coup that cemented his reputation as a traitor, but it is during these years that he became feared as a monster. Particularly infamous was his attack on the Nonielan embassy, resulting in over a hundred casualties, the great riots of '21, resulting from the mass liberation of prisoners while in search of Edmund Adler, and 'Site-94', a safe house where those whom Leopold suspected of having anything to do with the treason were taken. The remains found account for at least seventy-eight people. When the building was torn down, over ninety more bodies were found, covered in cement.


It took years, but order returned to the country, slowly but surely. The last safe house was discovered and overrun. Yet again, however, Leopold evaded capture, fighting his way through with a small cadre of followers to the Broken Lands.
The nation breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that they were finally free of this monster.

In four months time, an alarming amount of border patrols went missing into the Broken Lands. A terrified survivor spoke of their attackers using small-unit tactics, far above the paygrade of any of the normal riff-raff.

Schönauer's obsession would not be quelled while he still drew breath.


Even as years dragged on, he continued fighting his revolution, funding it with the criminal elements of the Broken Lands. Occasionally, cells of this new Brotherhood would manage to break through to Visenburg, to little avail. They were always forced back, never staying away for long, but similarly, never managing to reach even a fraction of the power they once possessed.
In an ironic twist of fate, it was not his countrymen that brought him low, albeit not for lack of trying. An envoy from Noniel examined the issue and came to a very simple conclusion-a military solution to Leopold Schönauer was untenable. In no world did that also mean he was invincible.

His loyalists were all dead, replaced by locals from the Broken Lands, mostly. They were men for whom his cause held little sway. And so, when the envoy's agents offered a hefty sum in exchange for their cooperation, they didn't think twice. A potent sedative trivialized any risk. By the time Leo knew what was happening, he was in chains, under heavy guard, headed for Noniel.
The Prime Minister gave a lengthy speech, thanking their allies in Noniel for that feat, symbolically decrying Leopold as "The Shame of Visenburg". There was a great celebration in the streets, with thousands going to the site of his failed coup, aiming to somehow spite even his memory.

Justice had been served. In no world would fate allow this Horror to cheat the hangman thrice.

Right?

Relationship(Friends, enemies, etc): Embittered former friends

Looks: Standing at a little over 6"8 and built, as his fellow soldiers liked to jest, 'with a back strong enough to lift a building', Leopold seems to stifle the air from any room that he enters. His most notable feature, by far, is his eyes, inhuman in their coloration and burning, quite literally, with the full force of his madness. His hair is completely shaven, and parts of his beard and mustache are grayed out from the stress. He wears practical, if slightly oversized clothing, such as trench coats and combat boots, and, when amongst civilians, tries to conceal his eyes behind aviators. Before combat, he will frequently wrap bandages around his palms and knuckles, to ensure a proper grip, and avoid accidental cuts across the skin.​

 

[BananaMuffin]

(A wip, but time's running out so it's out here now)

• S Y N O P S I S
• M O G U L
• B R E A K D O W N
• S T O R Y

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  LEGAL NAME : Burned with the records.
  
  STAGE NAME: Benito Marques Amorim
  
  AGE: 24
  
  GENDER: Male
  
  SEXUALITY: Pansexual
  
  HEIGHT: 5'6' | 168cm
  
  WEIGHT: 125lbs | 56.7kg
  
  NATIONALITY: Hillcanaanite
  
  OCCUPATION: Movie Star/Stuntman
  
  
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  PARTNER: Xun Yue - Dovinique
  
  PAIRING: Mature - Immature
  
  RELATIONSHIP: Stranger
  
  TYPE: Physical - Fingertip
  
  MAGIC: TBC
  
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  PROS:
  - Imaginative
  - Generous
  - Curious
  - Trusting
  - Charming
  
  CONS:
  - Superficial
  - Foolhardy
  - Impressionable
  - Naive
  - Unsubtle
  
  

  DETAILS:

  
  Benito wears everything on his sleeve, so much so that there isn't a lot left underneath them. On one hand, it means very few ulterior motives are hovering around in his head. The most overtly malicious deceptions he has made were when people around him specifically called for them. Otherwise, having grown up in the communal atmosphere of the Hillcana tropics, he's not inclined to be actively deceitful. The quips he barks out are generally meant to be playful and harmless, and if anyone takes them as otherwise that's on them. On the other hand, it means his empathy and self-reflection are shot. While his actions reflect what the majority of society believes is right, his morals are nearly non-existent and he is oftentimes oblivious to a person's emotions if it doesn't affect him directly. He often doesn't take the time to step into another person's shoes nor does he realize how consequential his actions can be, which wouldn't be a problem if he stopped and looked at himself for a moment. He's only willing to check himself if someone else calls him out on it, and even then it's usually just a temporary fix.
  
  All things considered, he has a knack for role-playing. Where he lacks in personal character, he more than makes up for in surface appearance. Quick to draw relatively accurate conclusions from visual cues and his other senses, his improvisation stays as sharp as a dagger. Despite the Freudian slips that frequent his dialogue, he's developed a thorough understanding of what to say and when to say it and is capable of building up dramatic moments as long as you don't read too much into it. As an outcome of his rapid-fire improvisation, his thoughts constantly shift about looking for what in his humble opinion is the next best thing. Often or not, his mind goes up in the clouds and comes back down with some of the wildest, overly complicated messes of an idea many would write off right off the bat. If he had the skills for it he would love being a fashion designer, though the majority of his outfits would be outlandish and lack the refinement needed to make them work no matter how hard he tried. Despite his surrealistic ideas leading him to jump to conclusions, it also fosters his deepest love, his passion for flair, pizzazz, and color. His contributions apart from his acting needed to be toned down to more conventional choreography and stories, but he sought out and took after artists who pushed their mediums to the absolute limit, redefining experimental.
  
  Born with a foresight the size of a forehead, many of his actions are reactionary with not much time spent on thinking them through. The only crudely dotted shoddy line he drew for himself was first-degree crimes, however, anything else that made sense at the moment was fair game. The only times when he threatens violence not out of self-defense are in times of immense stress as while Xun Yue's capacity to manage stress is an endless sinkhole, Benito's is a 5-inch deep hole in the wall. Be it through his mouth or his feet, the best way he can mitigate it is to keep things moving to force the issue to the back of his subconscious where it hopefully dissolves and never resurfaces.
  
• • Screenplay Version
  • EXTRA

  • (Liable to many revisions)
    
    GLOSSARY
    
    Benito Marques Amorim: 24. The Aspiring Movie Actor who plays the Sorcerer in "Sem Arrpendimentos".
    
    Neto Cunha Nakamura: 54. Director of "Sem Arrpendimentos". Mentor and Benefactor to Benito.
    
    The Fleshless Mistress: The character played by an illusionist slash aspiring actor. "Sem Arrpendimentos" was her first and only appearance.
    
    'Cassie' Medina Rosa: Technician who works behind the scenes as Pyrotechnics. Became Friends with Benito during production.
    
    Xun Yue: 23. The Fabled Singer from Sazzora.
    
    ACT I
    
    INT. PRIVATE SCREENING - NIGHT
    
    Several years in the making. One more month until it went public.
    
    Darkness floods the theater as entropy floods the movie screen.
    
    The Sorcerer is burning, yet he still mustered his signature smirk. He gently caressed the side of the FLESHING MISTRESS's skull one last time before he dissipated altogether.
    
    The movie concludes with The Fleshless Mistress allowing the last embers of entropy to flicker into the abyss. Curtains close.
    
    Cheers radiate from the film crew. Sure to be yet another masterpiece by NETO NAKAMURA.
    
    His apprentice, BENITO, praised everyone in the room.
    
    CASSIE rolled her eyes as she dapped Benito's shoulder with a wide grin on her face. Benito responded with an even wider grin, and the two of them played.
    
    Everyone got engaged in a bit of conversation. By 9, everyone headed out of the building ready to celebrate.
    
    Benito goes on ahead to finalize his preparations.
    
    INT. BENITO'S STUDIO APARTMENT - LATER
    
    Decoration envelopes the living room. A feast of food was set out on a table.
    
    Benito sits on one of the chairs, head resting on fist.
    
    Hours pass.
    
    A few party poppers were popped. Confetti was scattered across the floor.
    
    Benito had inputted a number on a rotary phone and was waiting for the other side to answer. Nobody picked up.
    
    A few more calls heed the same result.
    
    His hand slammed the phone back onto its base.
    
    EXT. BETWEEN 45TH AND 23RD STREET - SAME NIGHT
    
    Ash was seared onto the exterior of buildings. On the sidewalk. On the road.
    
    Charred corpses were scattered about. Two of them held each other in a sweet embrace.
    
    Police forces rushed to conceal the fate of the block. Otherwise, there were no other witnesses.
    
    ACT II
    
    The movie is screened around the country. Eventually, it would pass borders into the two neighboring kingdoms.
    
    Cassie and other members' names were no longer present in its credits.
    
    Benito is left ignorant as to why.
    
    EXT. SET - DAY
    
    A year later. Native flora laced the set, their pollen flowing through the wind.
    
    Fans gather around in awe. Security needed to push some away.
    
    Benito remained in character.
    
    EXT. SET - DUSK
    
    Benito looked to retire to his place. However, someone caught the corner of his eye.
    
    A woman was talking to the guard.
    
    She moved past them and directly approached Benito. A pen and paper were in her grip.
    
    A knowing smile crossed his face. He obliged to her request.
    
    He asked for his name. They conversed for only a moment.
    
    Then, he grew absentminded.
    
    His palms curved around the bangs of her hair. His fingertip poked the back of her ear.
    
    His expression leaped from vacancy to shock. Then it transitioned to terror.
    
    Without any remorse, he is pinned to the ground. A sharp pain sliced the front of his face.
    
    His vision ran blurry, only allowing the sight of the women being dragged away.
    
    FADE TO BLACK.
    
    
  • 
    
    - Participated in a Capoeira School at a young age. He found the martial art to be incredible and though he hadn't trained since his adolescence, he incorporated it into many action sequences. Actual practitioners of the art are split due to the authenticity of his moves and the impractical absurdities he tacks on.
    
    - A lot of fans simp over the Fleshless Mistress instead of Benito, often coming up to him only to ask about her. He's not all that excited about it, especially since the actor went missing.
    
    

    Spoiler: In Movie Appearances/ Cast Members

    

    
    Benito as The Sorcerer in "Sem Arrependimentos"
    
    

    

    
    Entropy-fueled Appearance of The Sorcerer in "Sem Arrependimentos"
    
    

    

    
    Anonymous as The Fleshless Mistress in "Sem Arrependimentos"

    
    

 

[Kyuubey]

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Aveline

“I didn't choose the thug life. The thug life chose me."

01

basic information

name

Aveline - Ava

Age

26

gender

F

Personality

Passionate

partner

Liên Xuân - Mineczka

pairing

Passionate | Impassionate

relationship

close friends - bodyguard

02

details

height

??"

weight

petite

eye color

array of purples

hair color

plum

magic

umbrakinesis

type

Mental

03

personality

Aveline is what one would consider morally gray. Despite being seen as something that resembles a shade or wrath in regards to her job, Ava actually eludes a quite warm aura when around others in a non 'work' setting. Whilst she has a love for the grander things in life she also has a bigger adoration for the smaller things. The things people tend to look past or turn their nose to. It is easier to appreciate life around you as a whole when you've realized what it means to lose a huge chunk of it. When it is incomplete and may perpetually be even while trying to fill it. Some scars and wounds are meant to be seen and never fade. Perhaps as a reminder or maybe as a warning to others. She wears her scars proudly, not caring what meaning people take from them.

Ava's laugh can echo throughout a room to spread happiness yet her silence can easily have the opposite effect. She is a walking contradiction and for that it is hard to truly get to know her or what her true intentions may be. Years of training gave her the ability to flow freely from situation to situation without raising any brows. She simply fits in where she needs to and is forgotten, usually, shortly after. Her intention is to never leave a lasting mark, to not stand out enough to garner unwelcome attention. The mystery that she encases herself in is probably her most honed weapon.

With the mask on, when it comes to work, Ava is a different person. Always watching and always reminding the people around her why she holds the status that she does with looks that have averted even the most steely of gazes. She trusts her instincts always and uses them as a compass to guide her in situations of combat and other tasks. They've rarely steered her wrong.

The assassin/hired hand is adaptable in every situation. There is little one can do to do intimidate or scare her and she would sooner laugh than tremble at such antics. Pain of both the mind or body is something she's skilled at becoming numb to and learned to disregard. If one could break Ava, then Ava herself would be pleasantly surprised. To put it simply, Ava is passionate about life and all it has to offer while refusing to yield to the horrors it is known to bring.

04

backstory

Aveline was born to two mogul parents whom loved their daughter dearly.

For a majority of her childhood and younger years things were good. More than good.

Aveline was full of laughter and living a quite fulfilling life.

Until the day everything went wrong.

A building collapsed out of nowhere while Aveline was chasing after a small cat. She’d sprung forward and clutched the cat to her chest amidst her panic in her desire to protect it but as the rubble began to fall it was clear that she’d soon be buried beneath it.

Watching with dread clearly written on their faces her parents made the split decision to unleash their power which formed in the way of a clear sparkling barrier around her. In the end it protected her from harm as the pieces of the building scattered about her like corpses.

Aveline was fine, though confused. The cat was okay, although clearly shaken and ran off the moment it was released.

The family went home that day, rushing immediately there after the incident. They knew others had seen them, had watched the spectacle happen.. but they knew these people. They’d helped them over the years. Her mother nursed many of them back to health when they’d been severely ill. But that didn’t matter. Their fear of what would happen for not turning them in and the couple themselves now that they’d revealed their status as moguls was too strong.

That night they came for them. Aveline sensed it first.. awake in her bed. She’d been staring absently at the candle carefully placed atop her nightstand. The flames dancing about typically lulled her to sleep but tonight was different. She just felt it. She just knew. The flicker of the candle became erratic and Aveline saw the shadow of someone outside darken her window with a silhouette before it disappeared.

It all happened so fast. All Aveline remembers was clutching a blood soaked dagger as three bodies lay at her feet. Her breathing was erratic, face twisted into an unrelenting fury. She looked animalistic. Untamed. Unhinged. And she’d never felt this sort of emotion before but she let it take over because it was the one thing keeping her alive.

Easing herself against the wall she prayed the shadows would conceal her as she silently made her way to the commotion coming from outside their home. What she found though… caused a scream to erupt from her throat. They had been executed. She barely heard the words from the man’s mouth as he exclaimed how she’d just missed the show.

She felt like she was swimming underwater. All the noise, everything was blurry, muffled, and not making sense. And then the world went dark.

That night would forever be imprinted on her soul. It was enough. Enough heartbreak, enough betrayal, enough pain that it would drive her actions for the rest of her life. Actions that would ensure her survival. Actions that would give her a life she deserved. A seed had been planted and not even Ava knew what would arise later on. If she would simply die… or bloom.

After being watched and heavily questioned for weeks the girl had been dumped into an orphanage full of kids who had clearly been there longer than she had. They were street smart and they were ruthless. It didn’t take long for Aveline to learn the ways of surviving the harsh world and become someone they no longer wished to trifle with.

Thievery usually went unnoticed since she wasn’t caught but it hadn’t escaped the eye of one of the founder’s to a group of assassins who were well established in the region. He was the lucky target of her skillset one day, which unbeknownst to her was a test. But she’d passed with flying colors, which surprised even him, so he extended an offer to pluck her off the streets. To actually professionally train her. Clothe her in fine attire that rivaled the richest materials. Feed her actual hot meals that had been whipped up by a kitchen full of chefs. He promised her a more lavish life and in return… well, in return they’d own her. Though it wasn’t spoken in that manner, it was subtly implied.

She accepted. Her desire and will to survive and live a more comfortable life like the one she had before it was all ripped from her being too alluring. Everything had a price and Aveline didn’t yet know the one she would be forced to inevitably pay.

Torture, experience, academics, and long days were all that awaited Aveline over the next handful of years. Eventually things got easier. Eventually she didn’t collapse in bed, unable to undress because she was so sore and exhausted. Eventually the days didn’t feel so long. Eventually she’d become a full fledged member at the age of 12, the youngest they’d seen or accepted. But she was ruthless and cutthroat, so passionate about what she was doing that she’d taken the world, her world, and shaped it into something bearable.

With that kind of success riding on her shoulders they treated her like a prized horse which meant all the riches that came with that.

Her first true assignment would be her only since it was a long servitude as a hired hand for a noble family far off. There were many things required of her. Assassinations, keeping their enemies at bay, gathering information. But the most important task of hers was being a bodyguard to a girl only a few years older than her. A girl who would be her other half.

Fourteen years of a flourishing friendship and living an extremely satiated life. A life she’d worked really hard for. Fourteen years of being under the radar, their mogul status unknown to anyone. If anyone suspected, they disappeared. It was as simple as that. There was no length that Ava wouldn’t go to keep Liên Xuân safe.

05

relationships

Liên Xuân - The woman under her care, or rather gaze. Ava went from being assigned to watching over and protecting her to willingly and quite passionately ensuring her safety at all times. Ava cares for Liên Xuân more than she's willing to speak into existence but it is visible through their exchanged looks or smiles... or the times they spend behind closed doors reading together, learning of one another through lengthy chats that last hours and hours, and practicing their magic. Liên Xuân is the closest thing to a genuine relationship that she's ever allowed herself to form with a person.

06

Skills

Assassin

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Magic; Umbrakinesis:

Shadoflauge; This is pretty simple but Ava is capable of camouflaging herself within the shadows or darkness to become one with it. This also stifles and covers anyone from sensing her through normal means. This can be extended to cover others within eyesight, like throwing a cloak of darkness over them from afar.

Shadow Walk; Ava can traverse freely along shadows and also move through them. When teleporting, the space must account for whom or what is being brought through. She can bring one person through with her though that widens the shadow space needed to come out of to double the size. Her destination must also be within a certain proximity, typically about a mile through much practice, is her current limit.

Dark Orchestra; Aveline has the ability to create, manipulate, and shape both shadows and darkness itself. With it she can envelop a place in darkness, pull darkness from an area to give more light, create shields of different forms, puppeteer shadowy manifestations, and simply strike or grab others using the shadows or darkness around her.

Ult; The Healing Aspects of the Dark; Aveline can use the powers of the darkness to heal others. This is a versatile type heal, meant to pull insanity or mental inflicting issues, toxins and poisons, pain, and negative emotions from the host. This heal is not capable of mending physical wounds.

Hand to Hand combat; Unarming Ava isn't a drawback for the woman. She is extremely proficient in disabling and even killing someone with her bare hands. She would argue that being seen as defenseless and not taken as seriously when unarmed has been the very reason she's come out of certain situations alive. Her body moves effortlessly in a fight, her body's instincts and the years of training its endured take charge immediately to override everything else. So even if she is blinded by emotion, it doesn't cause her much misstep or error in the way of catching her off guard or making her fumble. If anything it makes her deadlier.

Weapon Skills; Ava is highly skilled in wielding weapons of all sorts. The ones that are hidden upon her body are the ones she's mastered, along with swords, but heavier weaponry like axes or hammers are not entirely her forte. She's not against using them but they don't flow as smoothly within her hands in a combat setting. Anything that can be thrown is done so with scary precision. If she misses you.... you can bet it was a purposeful maneuver.

Poison/Antidote Knowledge; While most of her training she underwent was geared towards the violent aspects of her job there were other areas that she was expected to dabble in as well. Ava took a particular liking to learning the craft of creating poisons and going so far as to be able to smell, taste, and detect most of them. As soon as she's able to identify a poison, given the right ingredients she can create an antidote for it.

Stealth Arts; Ava gave this particular skill its fancy sounding name because she believes moving around soundlessly without being detected is an art within itself. It's frightening how she can meld into the shadows and seemingly become one with them, undetectable to the naked eye.

07

extras

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- lots of hidden weapons typically on person

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+ has an immense love for theatre, astrology, reading, music, and the opera.

+ devours any combination of spicy and sweet foods.

+ adores cats.

-+-

​

code by @Nano

 

[Human Instrumentality]

Edmund Adler | Rational

Name: Edmund Viktor Adler
Age: 36
Gender: Male
Partner: Leopold Schönauer / Benadryl Plankton
Pairing: Rational & Irrational
Bond Type: Verbal
Magic Type: -
Relationship: Enemies

• Basics & Persona
• Biography
• Magic
• Other

• Looks: Most would agree that Edmund is an average looking person, standing 5' 10", with a face that's starting to show his age, his most distinguishing feature being the severe case of pox marks on his face. While fond of wearing suits and ties that would normally be associated with a professional setting, there is a certain and constant unkempt look to his appearance.
  
  Personality:
  While certainly not lacking in manners unlike certain people, Edmund is and has always been a rather private person that would rather keep to himself and avoid the spotlight yet he isn't shy of voicing his opinions, especially against people who displease him.
  
  He was known as a man with a steely resolve that could not be shaken by even the worst circumstances, always keeping calm and doing his best to steer a course of action to come up on top of any situation on top of that he had a known stubborn-spirit and a temper, however long fused to go along with it, once set in his ways it would take a man of considerable skill to disuade him from pursuing his exact course of action.
  
  Yet his sudden downfall and years in exile has taken it's toll, It seems like his little has been left of the man of conviction that once existed, an overbearing sense of dread has taken hold, overall he seems sad and tired..
• Biography: The son of an influential Visenburgian judge in the Free-state of Kranen in the Capital City of Marsch-Schurigisburg Being part of the burgeoning middle-class of the Republic, Edmund’s early life did not lack luxury.
  
  He attended the University in the Capital of the Republic, studying law, as ordained by his father.
  
  Fresh out of his studies, Edmund was drafted into the Army, where upon he met one Leopold Schönauer, a conscript who got his service time extended on numerous occasions for failing to follow the discipline and conduct of the Visenburgian Army. Despite their differences in character, the two quickly formed an odd friendship based on a shared love of their homeland and disdain for Noneil and their lackeys in Visenburg proper, and of course because they were both Moguls, and partners in that.
  
  What should have been a routine patrol quickly turned into an ordeal when his squad spotted a band of smugglers from across the border. A situation that turned from bad to worse when the smugglers unveiled a Maxim gun and opened fully automatic fire on them, the Lieutenant was the first to go, followed by four more of the men before they could find cover, they tried to take them on through conventional means but that didn't work out, only leading to more casualties. Finally they had to resort to use their powers, and it did work but spelled disaster in a different sense, the two of them had just saved these wretches, their so called comrades from the grave, yet there was nothing but fear, fear and contempt behind those eyes. They wouldn’t hesitate to report them to the superiors to have himself and Leopold killed and that simply wouldn’t do, so as the highest-ranking NCO present, he ordered Leopold to dispatch of these cowards,
  
  After 1096 long days in the army, Edmund was finally released from his service, at the ripe old age of 25, finally ready to make a difference.
  
  The House of Cards:
  Back home from his Three-year stint in the Landwehr, Edmund found employment in the local police force of the state, afterwards he quickly got to work organizing the political establishment of the Burgian Brotherhood. First thing first, he telegraphed Leopold to arrive in Kranen, and pulled some strings to set him up in the Free-State’s Postal Service.
  
  He used his powers to aid his work in secrecy, no criminal could escape from the Eagle, he personally concluded 81 criminal cases and 12 Mogul cases in his 10 years of field service, an impressive record, which made him a local celebrity among the people of the small state.
  
  By the end of the decade, Kranen was firmly within the grasp of the Brotherhood, Edmund had virtually become one of the most influential men in the the Free State’s political machine by the age of 34, a remarkable feat for local politics, next in plan was to contend in the National-Federal scene.
  
  Yet everything that Edmund had built with meticulous care came crashing down in an instant when he forgot to factor in the sensibilities (or lack thereof) of his co-conspirator, and the house of cards he built up came crashing down when the fool of a man declared a revolution against the central government and their Imperial overlords with his rag tag bunch of rural militias.
  
  If Leopold succeeded in would go on to be the greatest catastrophe for the great nation of Visenburg, bringing nothing but ruination to the Fatherland that Edmund so deeply loved. So in the end there was only one way to ensure that ruin didn’t come to Visenburg, Leopold’s little coup attempt had to be nipped in the bud, and with haste. So he did what he had to do, picked up the phone in his office and dialled…
  
  The coup attempt was put down by the timely intervention of the State, alas he could no longer stay within the borders of Visenburg as not only was his name now involved in a coup against the government, and while some leniency could be given due to his part in quelling the rebellion, there was now multiple people who could reveal the fact that he was in fact, a vile mogul himself, So stuck between the options of the honourable way out, possible torture and escaping, he chose the last, gathered what little he could, leaving behind his family most of his wealth and made his way to the borderland with Floramante with a forged passport
  
  A rather boorish existence for a man such as himself, the rural dream that many retirees dreamed about was nothing but a hellish experience for him. Spending his days in the remote mountain town, so far away from his previous stature in life.
  
  In the end he couldn’t keep away from old habits, and began to mingle with the local Burgian population of the Borderland, which finally did put him into the radar of the Visenburgian Intelligence, from then it wasn’t long before he was bagged.
• Magic Type: Dowsing
  
  Trigger Word: -
  
  Abilities:
  
  Eagles’ Eye: Edmund can spot people within a certain vicinity to him without any visual contact. (About 150 feet)
  
  Foxhound: Edmund has the ability to track down the location of people through residual information left behind with personal objects.
  
  Shrouded Sense: The ability to mess people's sense of direction. (About 150 feet)
  
  Der Große Bruder (Ultimate): Edmund can envision the exact whereabouts and trail of people he has met beforehand, and get a good idea of where they are bound to go.
  
  
• Fluff:
  

  • Family: The name Adler is or at least was a very respectable one up until the unceremonious fall from grace following the disaster that was the Schönauer Coup. His Father Ludwig and his brothers, Lothar, Jan, Rüdiger and Friedrich all served in important positions during Edmund's short tenure as the Chief Inspector

  
  Likes:
  

  • Hunting: He's an avid hunter, his tracking powers certainly make things a lot easier.
  • The Game of Kings: A game that Edmund has been fond of since his childhood, chess is a hobby that he indulged in often up until his apprehension.
  • Power: To attain power is the desire of every man, yet few are able to wield it.

  
  Dislikes:
  
  

  • Disorder: It's against Human nature to exist in chaos, there needs to be order for things to make sense. Reason brings order in it's wake.
  • Daredevilry: Acting without thinking, rushing into situation and such similar reckless acts is certainly something that Edmund severely disapproves of, yet has had to deal with through his life.

 

[leviohsa]

⁠⎯ Roxanne Durnam

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• ❂

  i didn't
  choose this town
  i dream of getting out
  there's just one who
  could make me stay
  
  
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  BASICS​

  
  

  NAME

  Roxanne Durnam

  
  

  AKA

  
  

  Roxi, tbd

  
  

  AGE

  
  Nineteen

  
  

  GENDER

  
  

  Female

  
  

  KINGDOM

  
  

  Noniel

  
  

  PAIRING

  
  

  Brave x Coward

  
  

  PARTNER

  
  

  Seraphine as Isadora

  
  

  RELATIONSHIP

  
  

  Mother // Daughter

  
  
  

  
  

  PERSONALITY​

  
  

  
  

  Likes:

  Reading, Listening to stories, Exploring, The Outdoors, Summer, Hugs, etc.

  
  
  

  Dislikes:

  The Mundane, Keeping Secrets, Holding her Tongue, Being Second-Guessed/Doubted, Coffee, The Feeling of Not Knowing, etc.

  
  
  

  Positive Traits:

  Brave, Eager, Excitable, Curious, Adventurous, Loyal, etc.

  
  

  Negative Traits:

  Impulsive, Outspoken, Naive, Self-Assured, Nosy, Gullible, Sensitive, etc.

  
  

  MOGUL ABILITY​

  
  
  
  

  
  

  SOUND MANIPULATION
  
  I. Sonic Scream
  Once activated, Roxanne will be able to use her voice as a weapon, rising at such a frequency that could disorient and/or temporarily deafen her target. It will only affect those in the direction in which she is screaming (so, someone behind her or beside her would not get the brunt of the blow, compared to those standing in front of her).
  
  II. Waves of Silence
  Once making a mental connection with Isadora, Roxanne will be able to manipulate the surrounding sound waves so that when she moves, she will not induce movement in the air. Put simply, she will not make a sound. She can also do this for those she is near. This proves to make her quite stealthy when needed. In other applications, if she had the energy/power to do so, she could do this to the sound waves of a whole room, although she hasn't reached that skill level yet.
  
  III. Shattering Song
  With the sheer force of her voice, Roxanne is capable of destroying her surroundings. With focus, she can target specific objects instead of bringing general calamity to the area surrounding her. She has only discovered this once, and hasn't used it since.
  
  IV. Ultimate/Combo
  tbd
  
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  BACKSTORY​

  
  

  
  

  
  The damp morning air hung heavy around the small cottage, bright blue eyes peering out the slightly fogged window, seemingly in search of something, or someone.
  
  Disrupting the peaceful sounds of Isadora cooking, a tiny voice boomed, "Mommy, mommy! The Pale Lady is here!" Before her mother could react, Roxanne was already clambering off the sofa and running outside, meeting one of her favorite people in a tight embrace. What the six year old didn't hear, though, was the knowing steps of her mother following her outside, constantly aware of her daughter's position.
  
  "Well, well... you're getting quite big! Soon you'll grow tired of these silly fairy tales I bring you." The Pale Lady's voice was tired, but her smile brought an energy about her that reassured Roxanne, who fervently shook her head in retaliation,
  
  "Never! I love the books you bring!" Isadora's laughter gave away her location behind her daughter, before speaking up,
  
  "Now, my dove, what did I tell you about yelling? We don't want to stir the bears, do we?" Fear struck the young girl's face, who quickly apologized for her excitement.
  
  

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  Thirteen years later, and the young dove is now nearing adulthood. Despite her age, she couldn't contain her excitement at meeting her long-time friend.
  
  The Pale Lady, now referred to as Auntie, moved much slower these days, but she still brought Roxanne her favorite chocolates, along with the latest books that caught her eye. However, this visit, The Pale Lady was somber, and didn't stay long after handing Isadora a letter. What could they possibly have to talk about that couldn't involve her?
  
  Whatever it was, it left her mother shaken, and extremely fearful of her surroundings. Roxanne's nightly walks were no more, and what limited free reign the teen had was now taken. When questioned, Isadora only left her with empty threats of outside forces. Reassurances that Roxanne would understand when she grew older.But Roxanne wasn't older. And she didn't understand. At this point, she wondered if she ever would.
  
  

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  Using her powers to silence her footsteps, Roxanne made the terrifying decision to sneak into her mother's study in the dead of night and inspect the letter that shook her mother to the core.
  
  Pleas from family she thought never existed. Cousins seeking shelter after protecting Moguls, the very same as she and her mother.
  
  And Isadora's denial, written clear as day.
  
  Rage, and resentment swayed Roxanne, who crumpled up the letter and packed her things, before setting off to find the rest of her family. She knew it would leave Isadora distraught, and so she left a letter of her own. Months pass, and with the help of her Auntie, Roxanne was finally able to meet Isadora's parents... her grandparents. Hopeful blue eyes met with warm, compassionate ones as her grandparents embraced her. Conversations full of stories of their humble beginnings, and Isadora's journey to the city, left the blonde with nothing but excitement for the future.
  
  Their acceptance of her Mogul status left her wondering if she could unite her family again. Let her mother love again.So, Roxanne returned home, with the simple plea of meeting her father.
  
  

  ❂​

  
  Isadora is full of fear, and doubt. Cowardice that shackled her to one place. It was something Roxanne resented about her mother. It made her eventually doubt the truth of her mother's words, especially ones denouncing her father.Yet, nothing could disprove the look of disgust on her father's face, the same one that spit in her direction at the sight of her shared magic. Sonic screams were silenced by a muzzle, placed on her face by the hands she had hoped would hold her. Instead, they shackled her, and beat her to the ground.
  
  Maybe her mother does know best, sometimes.

  
  

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⁠⎯ Mrs. Durnam

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  In the halls
  Of any mother's heart,
  Warnings paint the walls:
  Either listen today,
  Thank tomorrow,
  Or forever hear 'I told you so'!
  
  
  
  
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  BASICS​

  
  

  NAME

  Isadora Durnam

  
  

  AKA

  Isa, Dora, Mrs. Durnam

  
  

  AGE

  47

  
  

  GENDER

  F

  
  

  KINGDOM

  Noniel

  
  

  PAIRING

  Brave x Coward

  
  

  PARTNER

  TBA

  
  

  RELATIONSHIP

  Mother // Daughter

  
  
  

  
  

  PERSONALITY​

  
  

  
  

  Isadora Durnam, despite her many strengths and virtues, grapples with a crippling flaw—a cowardice that, while born from a fierce desire to protect, serves as an invisible shackle, restraining her from facing the realities she so fervently seeks to shield her daughter from.
  
  Despite this, Isadora retains a deeply guarded vulnerability; a tender side that lingers beneath her resolute exterior. Her vulnerability stems not from weakness but from the profound love she harbors for Roxanne, a love that constantly tugs at the fragile threads of her heart.
  
  Her isolation has bred a sense of vigilance that permeates her every action and dances alongside a deep-rooted motherly instinct. This sense of vigilance manifests in her cautious approach to life, a result of the fear and turmoil she endured in the city and the subsequent seclusion she embraced for the sake of her daughter's safety.
  
  Obsessive tendencies weave through the fabric of her daily routine—an unwavering need for sophistication, cleanliness and orderliness. The sanctity of their secluded haven was upheld with meticulous precision, each corner scrubbed, each surface polished to an almost blinding sheen. Isadora's insistence on immaculate surroundings serves as a defense mechanism, serving as a semblance of control in a world fraught with uncertainties, a refuge where chaos dare not tread.
  
  It shapes her decisions, dictates her every move with a cautious hesitancy, and colors her every word with a perpetual reluctance to step beyond the protective threshold she has crafted around herself and her daughter. Unknowingly, it stunts her growth, extinguishing that flicker of bravery that once ignited her spirit when she first came to the capital of Noniel.
  
  Indeed, the cowardice that now defines her existence serves as a barrier—a barrier that separates her from the life she once yearned for and the truths she evades, all in the name of protecting Roxanne.

  
  
  
  

  
  

  MOGUL ABILITY​

  
  

  
  Type | Mental.
  Mode of Activation | Locking eyes, then simultaneous head nod.
  
  THE POWER OF INVISIBILITY.
  
  Isadora's Mogul ability manifests as the power of invisibility—a remarkable skill that cloaks her and the immediate surroundings within a veil of imperceptibility. Through a mental synchronization with her partner, Isadora renders herself and anything she touches or focuses on invisible to the naked eye.
  
  Invisibility is her forte—a subtle mastery that allows her to effortlessly dissolve into the background, seamlessly blending into her surroundings with a mere thought. She becomes an ethereal presence, traversing the world unseen and undetected, often phantoms together with her daughter.
  
  Her control over this power extends beyond the mere concealment of her form. Isadora has honed a remarkable technique—a sub-ability that enables her to extend the cloak of invisibility to objects or individuals she designates. Through touch, or a look of focused mental intent, she can extend her concealment to encompass items or companions, enveloping them within the same shroud of imperceptibility that cloaks her.
  
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  BACKSTORY​

  
  

  
  

  The salty sea air rustled Isadora's thin dress. She breathed deeply, steadying nerves still raw from the journey's end. Before her sprawled the famed capital of the Noniel Empire, its towers scraping the sky like sharpened quills against paper.
  
  She had finally arrived.
  
  Grimy cobblestone streets teemed with life—carriages and travelers jostling in a chaotic waltz—yet no excitement greeted her. Isadora fearfully clutched the single coin left from passage, praying its purchase of bread and shelter wouldn't prove fleeting as the village life she fled. Barely past her sixteenth summer, there was little choice for her large family but to send her off to find work...
  
  Find a needle in the haystack, more like. Days soon turned to months. Come nighttime, the darkest facets of humanity fell like an executioner's axe upon her, as she and countless others were rendered homeless in the alleys. Between blue-moon gigs in seedy taverns, Isadora sang folk songs as an alley cat, cushioning her body from the cold flagstones with a wisp of cloth. Her voice carried far, echoing against the stone facades, yet few coins passed between grasping fingers into her open palms.
  
  Every now and then, a meaty paw wrapped her wrist, twisting painfully. She cried out to no avail as her captor would leer, breathing rancid fumes. "Such a pretty songbird. Why not earn your keep in my bed again instead, sweetling?"
  
  She knew all too well what fate awaited if dragged into that alley's shadows. With tears streaming, Isadora wrenched uselessly against his iron grip, all hope fading—
  
  Until a thunderous roar shattered that fateful evening like divine judgment. "Unhand that girl at once, gutter swine!"
  
  The brute released her so suddenly she fell, skin abraded, gaze rising to the stranger towering over them both. A burnished breastplate gleamed where intricate scrollwork outlined his noble status, broad shoulders commanding attention and respect. Fiery red hair crowned features noble yet wrathful as a tempest.
  
  The vagrant scrambled off without another word, lost among the pressing throng, while Isadora remained on the cobblestones, stunned. She had heard tales of the elite safeguarding their own—but never dreamed one would lift a finger for a street girl.
  
  "Are you injured, miss?" His voice, though courteous, still resonated like distant thunder on the breeze. Strong hands extended to help her stand on trembling legs, regard piercing as much as protective. "What brings one so fair as you to these foul quarters alone?"
  
  Isadora collected tattered dignity around herself like battered armor. "I... seek livelihood, my lord. But the process proved longer than expected..." Her quiet admission hung in the air, an implicit plea she hoped not too desperate.
  
  His brow knit in sympathy yet shrewd appraisal, as if weighing options. "There may be opportunity yet," he said finally, blue eyes cocooned in a gleam, "if you've talent and work ethic to match such beauty and voice. Come, let us see what the headmistress of my household can offer."
  
  

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  As a humble maid in the service of General Zachary Fitzroy of His Majesty's 12th Brigade, Isadora's presence was an unobtrusive whisper—a striking figure amid the backdrop of opulence and privilege, her quiet efficiency a beacon of reliability in the hallowed halls of his estate. Amidst the meticulous carrying out of the household's affairs and hidden within the echoes of their daily interactions, a clandestine affection sparked between them both.
  
  By her twenty-fifth year, fate had elevated her from a mere maid to the illustrious position of head house mistress—a silent testament to her unwavering diligence and his affections.
  
  Yet all was not paradise. From the onset, Zachary was bound by an arranged marriage to a delicate, frail woman, her health tenuous and the prospect of motherhood an elusive dream. Isadora found herself ensnared in the shadows, relegated to the role of the other woman—a refuge for Zachary, offering solace and companionship in the depths of his marital obligations.
  
  It was only a matter of time before their love bore fruit. The news of impending parenthood sparked a deep joy within the General, who promised the world to his beloved—but in the tremulous hours of their daughter's birth, a terrible, inexplicable dread gripped Isadora's heart.
  
  Within the week, this dread turned into a chilling certainty that rippled through her veins—she and her daughter bore the elusive mantle of Mogulity. The harsh truth coiled around her, rendering her breathless with fear. The man she adored, the General whose arms cradled their innocent child, was an ardent anti-Mogul, orchestrating genocidal military crusades against any whisper of magical activity.
  
  Eyes locked onto the cherubic face of her daughter, Isadora's heart raced. It pounded against the confines of her chest as she stood visible, then invisible before the embodiment of her greatest fears—the frail wife, one and only witness to her perilous new abilities. Time stood suspended, the air thickened with an unspoken understanding. In the crucible of imminent danger, a pact steeped in both pity and spite was born: the sickly wife would not condemn them to the persecution that awaited them. In exchange for their freedom from scrutiny and persecution, Isadora would vanish without a trace, retreating into the depths of the woodland, where an old, secluded summer house would be their sanctuary.
  
  

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  Life was lonely for them, but all the sweeter than bitter thanks to her precious Roxanne. The General's wife, who was known to her daughter as 'the Pale Lady', would periodically leave supplies and news of strife in Noniel as the King continued to wage genocide against their kind.
  
  As her daughter readily began to wander amongst the trees, swept by ennui as she searched for the adventure her mother would sing of, Isadora's heart ached as she learned of the harrowing news from her hometown. Being that their settlement cradled the border, one of their own had been aiding Moguls escape, leading to the crumbling of her family's farm and the wrenching relocation of the entire village. Out of deep cowardice and motherly concern for her daughter's safety, Isadora had refused her family's plea for shelter.
  
  As the seasons passed, the burden of this decision cast a shadow over the once serene life she had crafted for Roxanne and herself. Each day deepened Isadora's resolve to protect her daughter at all costs. Her once carefree spirit had hardened into a constant state of vigilance, manifesting in strained laughter, restless hums, and the insistent pacing of her steps around their secluded home.
  
  As her daughter grew, a longing began to stir within Roxanne—a yearning to learn of her father, a desire that tugged at the fragile threads of their sheltered existence. When Isadora finally acquiesced to her daughter's heartfelt plea one fateful day, the tide of their secluded lives shifted irreversibly. As the consequences of her daughter's actions and specter of her own fear fast closed in, Isadora could only cling to the hope that her choices would continue to shield her daughter from the punishing realm she had closed herself off to long ago...

  
  
  
  

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