Fantasy Titan Slayers (CS)

[Kylesar1]

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PERSONAL
Sexuality: (Ships gotta sail, then sink each other.)
High Concept: (Sum up your character in a sentence.)
Character Alignment: (Lawful Good, Lawful Neutral, Lawful Evil, Neutral Good, True Neutral, Neutral Evil, Chaos Good, Chaos Neutral, or Chaos Evil)
Relatives: (People that are biologically related to your character)
Organizations\Affiliations: (Organizations, or people the character is affiliated with)

PHYSICAL
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Weapons & Armor: (Anything that the character uses for protection, or attack during combat)
Items & Personal Belongings: (Any other items that the character has, or belong to them)
Skills & Abilities: (Not magical. Include things like bartering, or the ability to pickpocket)
Weaknesses: (Weak sides of a character. Fears, inabilities, inexperience, emotional issues, mental issues, etc. Only ones that could be said to negatively affect the character)

FLUFF (Optional)
Hobbies: (What does the dark lord do in his free time, when not vying for supremacy over the world?)
Quote\s: (Notable things that the character has said, that may show off their personality or speech type)
Theme: (Musical theme)
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[Birdsie]

• Basic Information
• Personal
• Physical
• Fluff

• BASIC INFORMATION
  Name: Sarastro Lancerose
  Aliases: Sarastro the Eversquire
  Age: 22
  Gender: Male
  Race: Human
  Class: Knight
• PERSONAL
  Sexuality: Bisexual
  High Concept: Once a squire whose life has been saved with a miracle, with a bright hope ahead of him; now, a dead man walking on two feet.
  Character Alignment: True Neutral (leans toward Neutral Good)
  Organizations\Affiliations:
  - Lancerose Family
  - Knight Order of the White Cross
  
  Relatives:
  - Lianna Everluge Lancerose (Grandmother)
  - Louber Lancerose (Father)
  - Belle Lancerose (Mother)
  - Aiden Lancerose (Older Brother)
  - Ellie Luge Lancerose (Younger Sister)
  
  Personality: Sarastro once dreamt of becoming a knight, but that dream has been squashed by arbitrary forces outside of his control - an absolute authority, which he could not sway or even influence, changed his life for worse and steered it in the direction of a lonely death. As a result, he has a general dislike for authority, especially unfair, and tyrants in particular. Being of noble birth himself, he disdains rulers who oppress their people, especially if said people can't do anything about it.
  
  He has a jaded and cynical attitude towards life, viewing the entire world through a lens of despair, but viewing the sum of its parts with individual candor. Or to give an example, "the world sucks and can't be saved, but you can help the people in front of you."
  
  Despite preferring to stick to his own business, he will not ignore a person in pain or need and provide help to them. He was supposed to be a knight, protecting the weak, and though he isn't one, he tries to emulate those ideals for the sake of integrity and honoring his past efforts, if nothing else. He does have some kindness of his own, and shows cracks of a sincerely upright person under the facade of a disillusioned man.
  
  Because he lived the vast majority of his life as what is essentially a superhuman, he has a skewed view of what he can and cannot achieve. He has a bad, old habit of underestimating his opponents physically, but never mentally.
  
  Sarastro doesn't have much in the way of a sense of humor, other than bitterly quipping at people he dislikes or opponents in combat.
  
  Despite that, he does not have trust issues that would be associated with his attitude. Quite to the contrary, he allows himself to rely on any comrades or other people he encounters for support. He wasn't betrayed by people, after all, but by authority. He opens up to people relatively quickly and doesn't get angry because of insults or attacks, but at the same time, it's hard to get him to bond with you beyond that.
  
  He inherited some stubbornness from his grandmother.
  
  Backstory: Sarastro was born into an old family of noblemen and knights, while his father and mother were away from the main estate. They sent a letter home about the birth, and Sarastro was supposedly named by his grandmother who gave them his name in a letter - he was named after High Priest Sarastro, an ancient sage and scholar. His grandmother was, at the time, the matron of the house and a de facto witch, practicing various thaumaturgical arts. She looked the part as well.
  
  When his parents returned home and brought him back, his grandmother said that he is clearly not their child due to his blue eyes. Sarastro's father explained this was normal for all babies, but the old woman stubbornly defended her views, until Sarastro spoke his first word: "Hag!"
  
  Sarastro's grandmother whipped an eyebrow and asked who he was talking about, and the baby Sarastro rose his finger at her, repeating: "You! Hag!"
  
  The old woman laughed heartily for the better part of ten seconds, and took back what she said - he was a Lancerose alright.
  
  The boy developed healthily until age three when he snuck into his grandmother's laboratory at a time when she was performing evocations. An experiment went awry and both Sarastro and his grandmother were caught in the blast, and though his grandmother protected herself previously with abjuration spells, the boy was not so lucky. His soul, his mind, and his body began to degrade due to being in contact with poisonous magical energy. Compare it to radiation, but spiritual.
  
  His grandmother took the baby to a skilled druid, her former partner in magecraft, who took a look and decided the boy would require specialized help. Over the course of seven days and seven nights, he grew a biological plant, with the help of intensive alchemy and magic. Eventually, the plant sprouted an organ that would on its own deploy a neutralizing agent for the poisonous magical energy in Sarastro. The surgery went through swiftly and with no complications, and Sarastro was, for all purposes, healthy once again. In fact, one could argue he was healthier - the neutralized magical energy became beneficial under the effects of the organ, enhancing his body significantly above human capabilities.
  
  As he grew up, he forgot of the incident, and his grandmother abstained from telling him, asking his parents to do the same, in fear he might blame her for almost killing him. She wanted to be there for him, and to inspire him to be successful, and when she told him the story of the family's long history as eldritch knights, he became interested in becoming a knight and protecting the weak.
  
  Sarastro, with both his natural talent, hard work, and his enhanced body seemed to have a bright future ahead of him. He joined the Knight Order of the White Cross; the most prominent knight organization in his country. He became a page a year earlier than most, and a squire two years earlier. He apprenticed under his older brother, but he never gained the position of knight. It was right around that time that magic disappeared, and his house began to fall into poverty.
  
  Shortly after magic disappeared, Sarastro's grandmother's time came. On her deathbed, she told him of his condition, and apologized for indirectly setting up the events of his death. He accepted the apology and gave his grandmother a goodbye before she passed away.
  
  But now, his magical energy once again beginning to turn into a deadly toxin and the Order of the White Cross collapsed due to its dependency on magic - both in the form of members and equipment. He was left practically alone, and deprived of his hope and future.
  
  Unless he fights for it.
• PHYSICAL
  Weapons & Armor: Longsword, bow and arrow, shield, set of armor with a leather undergarment and chainmail weave, old helmet with a pull-down visor.
  
  Items & Personal Belongings:
  - Backpack with rations, map, money, and similar travel items.
  - Chestnut-brown steed, responds to the name "Prince." Trained not to panic in combat. Very friendly horse.
  - A sigil with a large owl, the symbol of the Lancerose household.
  - A defunct bag of holding, no longer working.
  - Medicinal herbal brew, which prolongs the operation of his "filtering organ" in the absence of mana. Not very effective, only staving off the inevitable.
  
  Skills & Abilities:
  - Excellent eyesight, good spotter, tracker, cold-reader, archer, sniper, and so on. Genetic.
  - Excellent combatant, trained in swordsmanship.
  - Strong and agile, but not to the extent of some others.
  - Intermediate knowledge of thaumaturgical theory, arcane logic and systems, interaction with outsiders, etc.
  - Proficient in healing wounds, which he learned as a squire. Rudimentary knowledge of herbology, he can make a piss-poor quality healing salve in a pinch, but this mostly concerns his filtering herbal brew.
  - Rudimentary knowledge of sewing and scrubbing armor.
  - Riding skill on par with any knight.
  - Good with animals.
  - Even better with alcohol.
  - Not Afraid Of Death: Call this a weakness, call this a strength, call it a bonus or a trait. He knows he's kicking the calendar in what might be months, weeks, days, or maybe even in an hour. He's not really afraid of cutting down the time by a little bit if it means he achieves something or proves a point - he inherited some stubbornness from his grandmother.
  
  Spells & Magic:
  - Filtering Organ (Largely Defunct): An artificial druidic organ implanted into Sarastro when he was a young boy. When magic worked, it had the effect of sterilizing toxic magical energy, neutralizing its negative effects, and rerouting it to be beneficial instead. When this organ worked, it provided Sarastro with a sharp - outright superhuman - increase in all physical abilities. Now, it does nearly nothing except helping him stave off the inevitable.
  
  Weaknesses:
  - Acute Spiritual Radiation: The result of being caught in the blast of an evocation experiment that went awry. Sarastro's body and soul are both soaked in a very lasting and very toxic magical energy, too raw and unrefined to be precisely controlled without help. This condition is deadly in up to four years, but Sarastro's organ helped him stave off its most lethal effects - but for how long? Most recurring symptoms are periods of: nausea and vomiting, headaches, fevers, dizziness and disorientation, weakness and fatigue, bloody vomit, bleeding gums of the teeth, infections, and low blood pressure. These periods last up to several minutes and can happen anywhere from once weekly to several times a day.
  - Used To Strength: Sarastro has a bad habit of underestimating foes physically, despite being a normal (if strong and well-trained,) human. If not reminded of this in some way, he is likely to not hesitate trying to grapple with a ten-foot-tall greater demon.
  - Not Afraid Of Death: Call this a weakness, call this a strength, call it a bonus or a trait. He knows he's kicking the calendar in what might be months, weeks, days, or maybe even in an hour. He's not really afraid of cutting down the time by a little bit if it means he achieves something or proves a point - he inherited some stubbornness from his grandmother.
• FLUFF (Optional)
  Hobbies: Drinking himself to unconsciousness, trying to find herbs to make brews to give his filtering organ some minimal activity, going around the neighborhood on long walks to think things through.
  
  Quote\s:
  "You! Hag!"
  "Well bugger."
  "Ain't that a bitch?"
  "Pardon?"
  "You know, my name comes from High Priest Sarastro, a sage of old... Perhaps High Priest is fitting. My life, always in the hands of greater powers."
  
  Theme:
  

 

[FireMaiden]

BASIC INFORMATION
Name:
Primrose Tamlen
Aliases:
Knife-Ears, Hayalet, Pack Leader
Age:
22
Gender:
Female
Race:
Elf, Not sure which type, resembles a Snow Elf
Class:
Ranger: Beast Master/Alchemist

PERSONAL
Sexuality:
Pansexual
High Concept:
An optimistic, high energy elf who is smol, gay, and ready to play
Character Alignment:
Chaotic Good
Relatives:
Levara Tamlen, 45, Mother - Alive
Solas Tamlen, 47, Father - Alive
Hina Tamlen, 25, Older Sister - Alive
Davish Tamlen, 16, Younger Brother - Alive
Organizations\Affiliations:

• The Tamlen Alchemists: The family business, based in Larnwick, a small town up near the boarder of the Northern territories, they are fairly well renown. Primrose and her sister Hina are currently travelling, joining caravans or other such groups to provide their alchemic skills.

PHYSICAL
Appearance Description:
A little elf woman standing at 5'2", weighing roughly 120 pounds, she's not a very intemidating person. Her ears are pierced, and she has a large back tattoo, the top of the moon starting at the base of her neck, and the tips of the wings comming to a stop just above her lower back. The ink seems to glow slightly in the dark, despite not being magical, yet she doesn't even know why.
Weapons & Armor:

• Simple Travelers Garb: As seen above, Primrose typically doesn't wear any armor. She doesn't own any, as most people don't bother her. Even those who are hell bent on robbing everyone they see. She has two sets of clothing, but is often seen wearing the first design.
• Ash Hunting Bow: A simple bow with a leather grip, and a string that should probably be replaced soon. She's caraved some little designs in the wood, which resemble Celtic weaves.
• Silver Dagger: Another gift, this time from an old adventurer she helped a while back, it's on a again simple other than the fact she probably wouldn't have been able to afford it otherwise
• Maxwell: He's an owl that follows Primrose around, getting things for her, or attacking/distracting enemies. She speaks to him in elvish, and gives commands through a series of different whistles.

Items & Personal Belongings:

• Shappire Necklace: A family heirloom apperantly, it was magic. It didn't do much, but it would consciously chose it's wearer, and Primrose was the lucky girl.
• Hair ties and brush: She's gotta make sure she looks pretty
• Small Alchemy Kit: Consisting of a small mortar and pestle, collapsible scales, a few rare alchemy ingredients, of which she needs to get more, and three glass vials of varying sizes, changes often.
• Camping Supplies: A bedroll, a tent, and a small blanket. Everything else she needs, she'll gather from the surrounding area.
• Plants in Jars: On her belt, in five different small glass jars are essential plants needed for creation her potions and balms. And since she needs them fresh, the jars are modified so that she basically has a mobile garden. She has a few ceramic jars as well that have dried plants and mushrooms in her rucksack.

Skills & Abilities:

• Gardening and Plant Identification: Taking care of plants and tell you if it's safe to eat. Very helpful.
• Alchemy: Mixing things together to make things that can either help or harm. She's got a knack for it, but if be cautious when it comes to trying out her experiments.
• First Aid: She can keep you from dying, and mend a wide variety of wounds, though there are some times she can't help you with. Like your head being lobbed off. With potions, she can help heal things that only magic could have helped, but it takes a while, and the potions aren't always pleasant.
• Cooking
• Expert Archery: Litteraly has been trained by her father from as soon as she could hold a bow, to the time she left home to travel roughly 8 months ago. She's no master still, but she's a force to be reckoned with when it comes to long range combat
• Bilingual: Knows both Elvish and the Common tounge. She's able to read in both languages, and can even read some ancient elvish
• Extremely good with animals: It's not magic, but it looks like it. Primrose has an odd way with animals of at least some moderate intelligence, and often finds herself befriending them, even for a short while. Back home, she tamed and entire wolf pack over the course of a few months, and even managed the same with a large beast she wasn't really sure the origin of.

Weaknesses:

• Internalized Prejudice: Primrose comes from an area where elves are not treated the best, and because of that, she has a hard time trusting Humans. Of course, she is aware that not all humans are the same, and she treats them no differently than she dose everyone else, but again, trusting time right away is out of the question.
• Hot Weather: She hates it, and would prefer to avoid it all together because it makes her sweat, her face flushes, she feels nauseous, and light headed. It can also lead to Primrose passing out, and she even dilikes fire because of her low tolerance to heat.
• Close Combat: While not completely defenseless, she only has a dagger, and she knows very little about how to actually use in combat. Get close to her, and she's in danger.

FLUFF
Hobbies:
Playing with "dangerous" animals, Going swimming, hanging out at taverns/brothels (she figures the girls working would like a break from who they normally see, and she always ends up getting some business)
Quote\s:
"I just...are all humans this stupid?"
"Trust me, I'm happy to help."
"Fuck. Off."
"Skít."
Theme:

Other:
- Once bitchslapped a giant. Nobody knows why.

 

[Bakuyoshi]

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Name: Isla Auscent
Aliases: Magicless, No spell, Knife ears
Age: 95
Gender: Female
Race: Moon elf
Class: Gunslinger/fighter

PERSONAL
Sexuality: Heterosexual
High Concept: A moon elf that was incapable of magic, now looking to bring back the magic for a close friend.
Character Alignment: Chaotic neutral
Relatives: None that she's associated with now.
Organizations\Affiliations: None

PHYSICAL
Weapons & Armor:
Studded leather armor
A flintlock pistol (Though is open to try other guns)
A rapier handcrafted by dwarves, has runes that the dwarves say when a titan is slain one will light up and is supposed to be able to use magic even if the wielder can't.
Items & Personal Belongings:
A bedroll, a collection of medicinal herbs.
Skills & Abilities:
Skilled in all melee weapons
Skilled in all crossbows and bow types alongside guns
Acrobatic
Good at hiding


Weaknesses: Has an infamously short temper when her inability to cast magic is brought up, always the one to start a fight with others she works with, she is socially awkward and can hardly hold a conversation, has trouble trusting her teammates. Can't cast magic, relies on dexterity over strength
FLUFF (Optional)
Hobbies: "Good amount of drink never hurts. Maybe a good run if I'm agitated."
Quote\s: "Insolence huh, wow we elves must be so insolent to work with you stupid mayflies, oh sorry the sun elves, not me... yeah I-i'll just be over there." "Look we can talk about how losing magic is such a tragedy or we can do something about it, I prefer to work over speaking."
Theme:

 

[Kylesar1]

BASIC INFORMATION
Name: Jabari Asfour
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Class: Rogue

PERSONAL
Sexuality: Pansexual- Doesn't care about species or gender so long as you can consent
High Concept: A sun-kissed desert resident who looks to bring back the rain
Character Alignment: Chaotic Neutral- He couldn't care less about most of these Titans
Relatives:

• Edrice Asfour- Adopted Sister, 11
• Pilis Asfour- Father, 48
• Acuna Asfour- Mother, 34, deceased

Organizations\Affiliations: Abalos- The village isolated in the desert known as وادي الموت (Wadi Almawt) or Almawt Desert to English Speakers. His village runs pretty much the entire desert and runs a business that can either guide you or carry you to the other side of the desert

PHYSICAL
Weapons & Armor:

• Sword
• Tomahawk
• Crossbow
• Firebombs
• Grappling Hook

Items & Personal Belongings:

• Toxic Sheath- The inside of his sword sheath always has poison pooled at the bottom, so the tip of his sword is always laced with poison
• Canteens- Magic Canteen with endless water supply. Needless to say, it can run dry at the moment

Skills & Abilities:

• Pickpocket
• Barter
• Expert Crossbow
• Expert Climber
• Agility
• Master Sand Combatant
• Tempered Body- From living in the desert where it's blazing hot in the day and freezing cold at night, he's learned to deal with both better than the average person
• Bilingual- English and Arabic

Weaknesses:

• Heavy Rain Areas- He's used to very dry places. He'll get sluggish and slow if the place has even mud, let alone heavy rain
• Light Everything- Due to living in the desert, everything he wears is light and emphasizes breathability over protection. He may as well have on no armor
• Land Bound- He can deal with heights, but he can't be suspended in the air or floating in the sea. He'll get really sick really quick
• Disabled Air Magic- With no access to his Wind Magic, he can't power his sandships
• Disabled Fire Magic- With no access to his Fire Magic, it limits his offensive capabilities
• Disabled Earth Magic- With no access to Sand (Earth) Magic, he can't take full advantage of his best terrain
• Animal Bound- Since he doesn't have access to Air magic to power his sand ships, he's forced to use an animal for transport
• Culture Shock- He's lived in isolation for all his life. While he can talk to others from other cultures, he's not suited to adjust to other cultures

FLUFF (Optional)
Theme:

 

[Archdemon]

BASIC INFORMATION

Name: Shel
Aliases: Bone-Breaker, Seeker
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Race: Orc
Class: Barbarian

PERSONAL
Sexuality: Homosexual
High Concept: The last of a people looking to grant the wish of a dead shaman.
Character Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Relatives: All her relatives are dead.
Organizations\Affiliations:
The Grozum Tribe: A tribe of Orcs who lived isolated within a vast forest, without the magic of the forest, all but one has died out.

PHYSICAL
Weapons & Armor:
Ancestral Greataxe: A large axe that once hummed with primal magic, but is silent and cold to the touch.
Hide Armor
Items & Personal Belongings:
Camping supplies: Everything you need to camp outside in the world.
Grozum Tribal Necklace
Skills & Abilities:
Great Strength
Intimidating
Raging Combatant: Shel flies into a rage in combat, what she lacks in military training she makes up for in rage and strength.
Hardy Constitution: Shel can take more punishment than most others, she can also drink more alcohol than most.
Athletic
Survival
Perceptive
Weaknesses:
Easily enraged
Not the brightest
Fear of rejection - Leads to isolation
Terrible in social situations/is awkward

FLUFF (Optional)
Hobbies:
Fighting
Reading Love stories
Drinking
Working
Theme:
(I hope this is all acceptable, if there is anything you want changed please let me know.)

 

[Inheritance]

Appearance:
BASIC INFORMATION
Name: Alarak Valtara
Aliases: Arch-Bishop Alarak, Arch-Bishop, Blessed/Holy One
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Class: Priest/Cleric (Inquisitor type)
PERSONAL
Sexuality: Straight
High Concept: For the Glory of the Gods...or himself
Character Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Relatives: "Gods" don't have relatives!
Organizations\Affiliations: The Church, and the Angel who sent him

PHYSICAL
Appearance Description: Nothing that is not in the pictures
Weapons & Armor: Large hammer on his back that he uses should close combat arise, and light chain under the armored robes
Items & Personal Belongings: He also carries Gold Holy symbols with him, as well as a tome of his Life Magic (which has been twisted)
Skills & Abilities: He is very good at talking to people, and has a very strong mind for manipulation and getting others to see his way. When his own voice fails, he switches to violence. He has powerful magic that was granted to him by the Angel who sent him.He has strong healing capabilities, and can shelter himself from harmful magic. As he has become more corrupted, he has twisted the use of Life magic to draining it from other's, making him a threat to the balance of the world.
Weaknesses: He is rather impatient with people who don't follow his ideals, and is rather rash. He often makes decisions that he might later regret, and goes a little too far with some things concerning his faith. He would gladly burn an entire village to snuff out 1 sinner.

Backstory/Fluff: Alarac was sent to this world not too long ago as an agent of light. His mission was to spread the glory of the Angels, and to keep the world together in times of Darkness. As he went around curing people of illness, healing the wounded, and even creating Glyphs to protect against evil, he began to realize something about the world. He was the only one that could use magic. At first the thought baffled him, and made him feel sorry for those trapped here without the use of magic. However, as he spent more time in the mortal plane, he began to forget who he was, caught up in how he was worshiped when he worked his magic. One day, he declared himself the Arch-Bishop of the Order of the Stars, a Grand Church that would bring everyone together under his rule. While some happily obliged, most of the world didn't want some new overlord taking over. Alarac flew into a rage at the denial of his power, claiming that he was a God in his own right. He declared it illegal to use magic, or search for ways to bring it back, and sent out inquisitors to keep the world so. Anyone suspected of knowing magic, or knowing how to bring it back, was brutally executed and made an example. After some years of this Alarac decided that he himself would need to go out and spread his message, to keep magic all to himself. He needed the world to know that Magic was wrong, and who could blame him? Once they saw who he was, a charismatic genius that couldn't be stopped, everyone would rush to join his Church. Besides, who could possibly stand up to a God?

Hobbies: He believes his life should be devoted to the church
Quote\s: "Only through Fire and action can we purge the demons of our mind, faith, and soul."

Kylesar1

 

[Safety Hammer]

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BASIC INFORMATION
Name: Yossarian Luis Pentagast Valentine III
Aliases: Yoyo, Val, Horn Head,
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Race: Tiefling
Class: Rogue/Bard

PERSONAL
Sexuality: Bisexual
High Concept: Confidence man/hustler bard who's out to make his fortune and mark on the world.
Character Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Relatives: None
Organizations\Affiliations: The Thieves Guild

PHYSICAL
Appearance Description: Yoyo has a thin and somewhat scrawny build to himself. His skin is completely cherry red, with a fully apposable tail that ends in a small heart shaped tip. He has multiple tattoos all over his body, some of them being good luck charms, others being neat little images or designs.
Weapons:

Spoiler: Weapons

Armor: Yoyo likes to wear rather flashy and colorful garb, in order to contrast with his devious personality.

Spoiler: Armor Example

Items & Personal Belongings:

• A loaded pair of dice
• A deck of cards
• Lockpicking set
• Cook's utensils
• Multiple contraceptives
• A guitar
• Multiple pieces of stolen jewelry

Skills & Abilities:

• Pickpocketing
• Lockpicking
• Slight-of-hand
• Musical talent
• Charismatic
• Good looking

Weaknesses:

• Cowardly
• Detached
• Multiple bounties
• Multiple ex-lovers

FLUFF (Optional)
Hobbies:

• Napping
• Getting wasted
• Flirting

Theme:

Voice Claim (Speaking):

Voice Claim (Singing):