Fantasy World of Innixus (CS)

[Reanimator Buns]

Age: 63 | Pronouns: She/Her | Race: Dwarf| Occupation: Lady of the Manor | Height: 4'4" | Weight: 172

Nicknames:
Aofie, Duchess

~ Likes ~
Extravagant Banquets
Her "Subjects"
Life
All Things Worldly
Cheeses
Fine Clothing

Dislikes:
Vengeful Spirits
Murder
Restraint
Overexertion
Letting Others Go Hungry

~ Magic ~
+ Green Magic +
Decompose - Aofie can rapidly decompose an already deceased organism, prompting micro-organisms to multiply at an expedited rate, returning the flesh and nutrients to the soil, and leaving behind only ivory bones if it possessed a skeleton to begin with.

Bone Servant - Provided a corpse does not have a lingering soul clinging to the mortal plane, Aofie can raise a cadaver from the earth to wander the land once again. Possessing no will of their own, they are quite effective workers.

Rapid Regeneration - Aofie does not simply heal wounds, but instead forces rapid cell growth to recover from wounds far quicker. This allows her to heal others, but the process is noticeably more painful than if a proper healer was doing it.

- White Magic -
Mend - Aofie can repair broken objects, such as farm equipment or the bones of a deceased creature.


Personality
Aofie is an eccentric lass with a taste for the finer things in life. Her ultimate goal is to create a world where no one has to go hungry and everyone is capable of being treated like royalty. How does she plan to accomplish this? Why by making the dead do all the work for them. She believes that life is a beautiful thing. That the arts should be the forefront of everyone's concerns and the pinnacle of civilization. Fashion, cuisine, literature, whatever it may be. People shouldn't need to concern themselves on matters of survival.

She is kindly, perhaps a bit pompous, calling herself a Duchess of a castle (which is an old rundown fort from ages ago). However, she has gone just a tad bit crazy in her solitude, naming each and every "servant" under her care and talking with them as though they are her friends. Its been too long since she's seen another being of flesh, and not just bone.

Background
Aofie's parents were researchers who came on an expedition to the Unknown Territory in search of answers. Why was a child brought along for such a dangerous journey? An excellent question, but a less than excellent answer: sheer lack of foresight. Among their crewmates was a healer, well versed in green magic. She learned the basics of green magic, and was able to animate her old doll. One day a crew of undead stole their ship, leaving them stranded. At the time, they had found an old fort to keep themselves safe in, and that was where they set up camp. Over time, many of the remaining crew grew sick, or eaten by wildlife, or simply investigated deeper and never returned. Soon, by sheer luck or misfortune, however you choose to look at it, only Aofie had remained. She buried the last of the fallen, as everyone else had done. But she was still so sick of all this working she had to do. Everyone had practically worked themselves to death fighting for survival, and now she was the only one left to do anything!... Unless...

The oldest corpse, exhumed, practically just bone by now, she realized there was life still in this decayed body. She could spurn it with what little magic she knew, and then perhaps... Over the next few weeks, Aofie was able to get the skeleton to raise its arm. Then its torso. Then it could walk. Soon after she could have it till the earth. Suddenly, she wasn't alone in her fight for survival. She started exhuming the other corpses from her makeshift graveyard, and soon after she had a wonderful workforce of 12. The occasional wolf, cat, or bear was also conscripted as beasts of burdens, body guards, or just companions.

Soon she wasn't worried about having to survive any more. She had crops growing, security, and most importantly, time. Time to do whatever she wanted. Eventually she took to the loom, which she constructed from wood and bone and began making her own outfits. 10 years of nothing to do but practice on the loom grants people amazing skills in a craft. Soon after, she was quite proficient. Knowing how to command her army, they took to enacting her designs. Then she began cooking. And soon, even her skeletons were fantastic chefs. And Aofie began to feel like royalty. Life was so fun when you weren't under threat of death.

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[Jackaboi]

(WIP)

• Basics
• Magic & Combat
• Personal (WIP)
• Extra (WIP)

• 
  Nickname:
  "Ain't Finch easy enough to say? Sheesh..."
  
  Werewolf form Alias:
  The White Wolf
  
  Age:
  23
  
  Gender:
  Male
  
  Race:
  Beastman - Wolf
  
  Height:
  6'1''
  
  Occupation:
  Merc for hire
  (Unavailable for hire at night)
  
• 
  Red Magic:
  
  Enhanced Senses: Finch has greatly enhanced senses, even for a beastman. He can hear sounds much further away than most people and most notably his greatest pride being his sense of smell. Like a bloodhound, once he gets a whiff of something he can track it down to it's current location, no matter how far it goes.
  
  Wolf's Fury: Enhancing his own physical capabilities, he can grow out his claws and fangs to shred and tear the opposition apart. His legs are enhanced with wolflike agility, making it easy to leap side to side, keeping away from enemies attacks and keeping them on their toes.
  
  Call of the Pack: Wolves are of course pack hunters by nature and this ability truly takes advantage of that fact. Finch lets out a mighty howl, prompting nearby wolves to heed the call and run to Finch's aid. The greater bond Finch has with the local wolves the greater the effect of this ability.
  
  Black Magic Curse:
  
  Werewolf Transformation: Finch is plagued by a terrible curse that has been passed down the Beowulf family for generations. The curse of the werewolf. Once Finch has transformed he gains enormously enhanced speed, strength and endurance all at once. His claws grow sharper than an assassins dagger and his fangs have a bite force that would put a lion to shame.
  
  Although this is Finch's most powerful form, he loses all sense of self and becomes a true monster. Attacking everything and anything that looks like a potential meal. Every night there is a chance he will transform into this monster. Although he doesn't know what conditions need to be met during the night. He does know he can feel it about to happen so he takes a few precautions to minimise the damage. Such as locking himself to something sturdy to keep him from hurting anyone, or should for some reason the restraints fail, he will provide his friends the means to fend him off. Such as silver weaponry or other such anti werewolf tools.
  
• 
  WIP
  
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[Britt-21]

Name:
Charlotte Lufang (lu-fong)

Nickname:
Char, Lottie, Lu, Fang, Lulu

Age:
25

Gender:
Female

Race:
Human (but is part elf but absorbed no traits other than probably aging process)

Magic(Optional):
None

Occupation:
Heiress to the LuFang family

Likes:
+Reading
+Standing in water
+The Rain
+Piano
+Her Scythe

Dislikes:
-Her Father
-Being lectured
-Forced into things she does not like
-Exposing her feelings
-Talking about being the Heiress

Personality:
Despite her kind words, her kind nature, and sharp mannerisms, Charlotte hides a lot within her heart. While being hurt inside, lost, stressed, and depressed. Her outside is happy, and comes off as someone who could run the LuFang family with grace. Despite feeling like the whole world was upon her shoulders, she pushes through with the strength of her mother and her stubborness of her father. But there was no way she had been ready to become the leader of the LuFang. Not without feeling some sort of resentment with her father still around. Outside of her home, she does feel a sense of freedom that allows her to relax, enjoy what life could offer, but in the end knew that she'd have to return back home and that's what she dreads most. Without the depressing nature of Lottie: She is a kind person who'll fight and protect what is precious to her, holding them high in regard. Loyalty is where she thrives and when its returned, she appreciates it greatly. She's selfless and will help others in need when she can, even if it means defending a small village from any dangers if and when it came down to it.

Background:
Charlotte didn't ask to be born. Quite frankly, one could say she was unplanned despite being the first born. While her human mother doted over her and raised her to the best of her ability. Her shit stain of a elven father was useless, always turning her away when she'd want to play, or would ask what he's doing, or perhaps even join him in activities he'd be doing. It didn't help that he was some sort of worshiper to a god that she didn't understand but still attempted to bond with him somehow, someway. Even if it meant worshiping a god that she saw no benefits from. As she got older, she only saw how much of an ass her father was. Trying to lecture her and force his religion onto her and also forcing her to be the perfect Heir to his family, only making her feel even more lost and suppressed then she should've been as a young child. Due to this, she'd sneak out of the house and find ways to play with other children and feel some sort of freedom. Even made a particular friend along the way who she'd always sneak out with and have a ball running around and playing and even perhaps learning from one another. Now, her mother wasn't bad at all as she always tried to support her and comfort her. After coming down with a sickness, she was left bed ridden but always did her best to get out of bed to do things. Even if it was to get things for little Lottie at the cost of her health.

Quite honestly, her mother did encourage the sneaking out to play with others because she knew that she deserved so much more than a rich life with a shitty father. In Charlotte's mind, she wondered why she stayed with her father but there were just things she wouldn't understand until she became much older. Speaking of, after going through different types of teachings (Ranging between etiquette, dancing, and running a noble household and whatever else her father put her through), she did turn out to be quite the young lady who knows how to put a smile on even when she absolutely feels like shit or would like to murder someone. After Lottie had turned 18, her mother did pass away and left her with not only secrets of the LuFang family but also left everything to her. So anything that had been her mothers, had became her own since her mother's will was for Lottie to have everything. Including her mother's scythe, and not just any scythe: But a WEAPON Scythe. As much as one would look like a grim reaper, a Scythe was pretty nice to have as long as you knew what you were doing.

Funny enough about the weapon, her handmaid actually had taught her how to wield it. How and why? Well none other than Miss Lufang herself teaching her own handmaid to use a scythe and now was able to pass that down to her daughter without being around. At first it was difficult to wield, but eventually it became easier and easier to swing around and even start doing combos and more. This was her self defense.

Appearance:

Spoiler: Lottie

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Merline Avalon

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• General
• Physical Features
• Abilities and Equipment
• Interests
• Personality
• Background

• 
  Nickname: Merly, Grand Slacker, Genius Lazy Magus
  
  Age: 210
  
  Gender: Female
  
  Race: Elf
  
  Occupation: Professor
  
• 
  Height: 6'2
  
  Weight: 105 lbs
  
  Hair Color: White
  
  Eye Color: Pink
  
• 
  Skills:
  Multiple Talents (Having a genius level intellect meant that she had engaged in many fields, which is unfortunately hampered by her chronic laziness unless pushed.)
  
  Charisma and Charm (She knows that she is beautiful and is capable of using her charms and sweet talking to get what she wants...if she bothered that is.)
  
  Magic: Blue and White Magic
  
  -Projection: A spell that can only be activated when she is asleep. As it implies, she can create a projection of herself to do pretty much what she wants to do without the need of doing it herself. This spell is the perfect embodiment of her laziness. Anything that happens to her projection will not be reflected to her real self. If the projection dies, she disappears and anything that she had learned will be absorbed to her real self. She can only have one projection as having many will give her a very sever headache.
  
  -Mid Battle Repair: The user is able to repair their broken weapon mid fight. Unfortunately it does change the shape and the size. So if the user has a sword and it's broken in half, the user can repair it enough to be a long dagger, and if it gets broken again, it turns into a dagger till there is nothing left.
  
  -3 Second Rule: The user can only see 3 seconds into the future. Cannot be used in rapid succession.
  
  Equipment:
  -A staff that she primarily uses to cast her spells. Can also be used a weapon, if she bothered.
  
  -A necklace inscribed with a magical rune that allows her to teleport to the person wearing the same matching necklace and vice versa.
  
• 
  Likes:
  -Sleeping
  -Food
  -Reading
  -Painting
  -Cooking
  -Studying
  -Flowers
  -Cute things
  
  Dislikes:
  -Hard Work
  -Social Interactions
  -Being told what to do
  -Disturbances
  -Alcohol
  -Chores
  
• 
  Merline was born to have great success and she pretty much has it all throughout her life. She is an ace in pretty much everything she does. Beautiful, unrivaled and unmatched, Merline was very destined to have the admiration of all of Innixus. Except there is this one problem; she is a very notorious slacker. All of the stories surrounding her are all done by her projection. In reality, she doesn't really care about success and achievements, and is pretty much content with being stuck in her tower either sleeping, reading books or doing nothing in particular. She is this world's equivalent to a hikikomori (look it up).
  
  So what if she does bother with anything? Well, it is what you expect from a genius like her. And remember, she abhors doing hard work. She doesn't like to do things that makes her tired easily. Even as simple as, say, lifting a pencil is too much of a chore for her. But when she does something that doesn't involve her projection, she just gives it her all regardless, with excellent result to boot. She may be a recluse, but deep down she is as friendly and caring as any elf would.
  
• 
  Merline had a very magnificent life the moment she was born. Even as a baby, her parents knew that she was destined for greatness and they were right as time went on. When she was a just a little girl, she had already proven herself to be quite a prodigy in both the academic and magical fields. Her intelligence was noted to be so advanced that many years later, she would end up becoming one of the most prestigious and powerful magic users in the world. But even with these achievements, Merline doesn't see herself succeeding much. Rather her deeds felt nothing to her.
  
  Not wanting to do anything with her position, or rather the responsibilities that came with it, she built a tower somewhere away from Zaleria and "imprisoned" herself in it for the rest of her life. Fifty years later, Merline felt bored. She decided to give the outside world another chance by casting a projection of herself do everything as her title suggests. She ended up becoming some sort of public servant, much to her dismay.
  
  "I already hate it now. I'm a just go home and sleep."
  
  But then everything changed one day when she got called in to investigate a cavern where a group of adventurers discovered a human stuck in ice. Having taken an interest in it, Merline proceeded to free what is to be a caveman and rather than take him to the authorities for study, she decided to take him in to study herself. She had to bribe the adventurers who found him to be quiet of their discovery though.
  
  Merline christened the caveman the name of "Bridger", for he is the bridge that will connect the past and the present. She had taught him practically everything there is to know of the present day from the language to some mannerisms, though with mixed results. One day, Bridger had made a request to take him to the Unknown Territory as he felt some sort of a connection there. Merline was not so enthusiastic about it, but regardless she obliged as she didn't want to upset what is she sees is her bodyguard.
  
  "Can't I just go back to sleep please? I like to go on adventures, but I don't like to walk. I can accompany you there if you allow me to piggyback ride on you."
  

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Bridger

• General
• Physical Features
• Abilities and Equipment
• Interests
• Personality
• Background

• 
  Nickname: The Caveman
  
  Age: "Over a millennia above"
  
  Gender: Male
  
  Race: Human
  
  Occupation: Bodyguard
  
• 
  Height: 7'3
  
  Weight: 550 Ibs
  
  Hair Color: Light Gray
  
  Eye Color: Yellow
  
• 
  Skills:
  Combat Prowess (Being born in the time where mortals and large beasts walk alongside, Bridger was trained to hunt down large beasts with nothing but his own strength and brutality. As such, his fighting style relies on his instinct and overwhelming his opponent with sheer strength.)
  
  Enhanced Senses (As a hunter, he possessed a heightened senses of hearing, sight and smell. Of course stronger forces can be sensitive to him enough to get himself distracted.)
  
  Magic: N/A
  
  Equipment:
  -A club made of a very millennia old stone. Highly durable with little maintenance and very quite heavy.
  
  -A necklace that was given to him by his caretaker Merline. It has a magic rune engraved on it which will allow her to teleport to him and vice versa.
  
• 
  Likes:
  -Violence
  -Fighting
  -Hunting
  -Eating
  -Being strong
  
  Dislikes:
  -Losing
  -Everything he finds boring
  -Insects
  -Getting hungry
  
• 
  Being born in the prehistoric times meant that he was taught how to survive the harsh environment while either being chased down or hunting beasts. By the time he had reemerged into the present day, he had to be taught by Merline all kinds of manners. The results turned out to be mixed, but at the very least Bridger had grown accustomed to the new world. He only speaks in simple, yet broken sentences. Otherwise, he doesn't speak much. He prefers to be in solitude unless Merline bids him. He isn't very bright in the head, but is very proven to be creative when he is in his hunting element.
  
  The concept of good and evil is a bit alien to him, yet his senses can prove who is trustworthy or not. Bridger also happens to have a very short fuse when provoked. Overall, Merline has a very long way to go to make Bridger civilized. Likewise, Bridger has yet to fully accept that the harsh world that he grew up in is no longer there anymore and the only sort of beasts he could hunt are ones that most don't do harm to people unless provoked.
  
• 
  Records about Innixus during the prehistoric times had been sparse. It is currently not known if magic had ever existed during that time, what creatures had been existed and what sort of races that had once lived. All of that changed when an adventuring party discovered the caveman trapped in ice and they called upon Merline Avalon for her expertise. When she arrived, she freed the caveman and decided that she will take him home. Of course, she had to bribe the adventurers to keep them quiet.
  
  After being given the name of Bridger, Merline had taught him many things about present day Innixus to mixed results. One day, he overheard his caretaker about the Unknown Territory and out of curiosity, begged her to take him there, much to her dismay. Though actually, he felt some sort of a connection about the island. Something of which his origin will eventually be revealed, as is the truth of the world's prehistoric times.
  
  "Bridger want to go island. Bridger want to know answer to Bridger's home. Merline can take Bridger to island?"
  

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Jacqueline Mahonn

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Jacques the Reaper

• General
• Physical Features
• Abilities and Equipment
• Interests
• Personality
• Background

• 
  Nickname: Two Faced Assassin
  
  Age: 20
  
  Gender: Female
  
  Race: Human
  
  Occupation: Maid/Mercenary
  
• 
  Height: 5'0
  
  Weight: 75 Ibs
  
  Hair Color: Blueish white to pink
  
  Eye Color: Pink
  
• 
  Skills:
  -As Jacqueline:
  Cooking (She's only a decent cook if she has others to help her out with her dishes.)
  House Keeping (Just like any servant would.)
  
  -As Jacques:
  Assassination (Her bread and butter. One would never assume an innocent girl to be a very proficient assassin, let alone a serial killer.)
  Surgical Expertise (If you haven't guess the pun, she is very fond of cutting open her victims, all to just admire their anatomy before killing them. She finds the human body's insides to be fascinating.)
  
  Magic: N/A
  
  Equipment:
  -A magical bag that she hides under her skirt. It is magical in the sense that it can store a lot of items without having to take the issue of weight and size. It's perfect for her because she carries around...
  
  -A LOT OF KNIVES. She carries what it is to be "piles upon piles" of knives under her skirt. One particular knife that she uses is called "Medea" and it is used as her primary combat knife with the rest of her knives often used as throwing weapons.
  
• 
  Likes:
  As Jacqueline:
  -Housekeeping
  -Cooking
  -Her master Horntensia
  -Painting
  -Reading
  
  As Jacques:
  -The human body
  -Screams of her victims
  -Blood
  -Knives
  -Torture
  -Violence
  
  Dislikes:
  As Jacqueline:
  -Her past
  -Her other self
  -The bad things her other self does
  -Violence
  
  As Jacques:
  -Her other self
  -Anyone threatening her master
  -Anyone who ruins her fun
  -The "Why did the chicken cross the road" joke
  
• 
  Jacqueline is a very broken girl. On one side she is an innocent, caring and friendly individual. She takes her servant duties very seriously, though sometimes she slips up if she misses a step or two. It has always been her dream to serve a noble house and was very much luckily that she had to work in one of the more nicest noble houses ever.
  
  On the other hand, Jacques the Reaper is the complete opposite. She is a bloodthirsty serial killer who indulges in torturing her victims in the most inhumane way as possible. She hears her victims' screams as songs and admires the human insides like a work of art. She also has a penchant for gratuitously (JoJo) posing and scream "WRRRRRRRYYYYYYY!!!!" at the top of her lungs to scare her victims. And all of this terrifies Jacqueline.
  
  As you can imagine, Jacqueline is suffering from a dual personality disorder. The cause of this is detailed in her rather depressing Background.
  
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  Jacqueline was born to a slave of a very abusive noble. Her childhood was filled to the brim with misery, but her mother had always assured to her to keep on looking forward so as not to let her down. She would often be forced to do hard labor and if ever she made a mistake, which she frequently does, she ended up becoming subjected by the lashes of her serving noble. It was pure torture from that time until she reached the age of 13 where her mother died of starvation after multiple times of failing to do her master's bidding. Worst, the noble didn't bother to bury her. Instead, he had her corpse be put to the same room as Jacqueline to keep her company. It was at that point that she broke in half.
  
  One night, Jacqueline sneaked into her master's bedroom and murdered him out of cold-blood, all the while crying at the loss of her mother for being humiliated and abused to death. When the deed is done, Jacqueline, going by the name of Jacques the Reaper, proceeded to murder everybody within the manor out of pure glee. She cried during her murder spree and once there are no more people left to kill, she left the manor, terrified at what she had done but at the same time felt that she had avenged her mother. One week later, news of the killing spree had spread and Jacqueline, for some reason, had forgotten all about it. During that time, she had laid herself low as she went from one noble house to the other in the hopes of taking her in, but none of them are willing to.
  
  But then she earned the pity by the patriarch of the House Lambert, of which he took her in. It was there that she met Horntensia and the two bonded ever since. Everything went very well for her until a bunch of knights stormed into the manor with a warrant framing them of planning to stage a coup. All hell had broken loose since then, but she, Horntensia and the remaining servants had managed to make their way out of the mansion and then into hiding.
  

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Li Shou Long
利手龙

• General
• Physical Features
• Abilities and Equipment
• Interests
• Personality
• Background

• 
  Nickname: Sharp Hand Dragon, Trash Tongue, Dirtiest Player
  
  Age: 26
  
  Gender: Male
  
  Race: Human
  
  Occupation: Mercenary
  
• 
  Height: 6'8
  
  Weight: 250 lbs
  
  Hair Color: Light Blonde
  
  Eye Color: Green
  
• 
  Skills:
  Combat Prowess (Is good with any form of weaponry, though he always prefer to use his spear because of its ease of use and the many advantage that it comes with it. However, he is also very notorious for playing dirty in order to win his fights. If there is something that he can take advantage of, he will use that opportunity no matter.)
  
  Cooking (He is from the same family as Ying's, so this is much to be expected except he is a much better cook than her.)
  
  "Evil Sense" (Just like Ying, he too was born with the ability to smell the "evil" in anyone, allowing him to discern who is good or not.)
  
  Magic: Green and White Magic
  
  -They Are The Trees: The user is able to talk with the trees, which means they can ask for help from the trees when in battle.
  
  -Mid Battle Repair: The user is able to repair their broken weapon mid fight. Unfortunately it does change the shape and the size. So if the user has a sword and it's broken in half, the user can repair it enough to be a long dagger, and if it gets broken again, it turns into a dagger till there is nothing left.
  
  Equipment:
  
  
  
  -A well-ordained spear that is also the Shou Long family's heirloom. It is made of the rarest materials that makes it very durable and absurdly sharp.
  
• 
  Likes:
  -Insulting anybody
  -Tea
  -Reading
  -Alcohol
  -Opera
  
  Dislikes:
  -Scumbags
  -His plans foiled
  -Teamwork
  -Idiots
  -Anything that involves Ying
  
• 
  A tough faced, no-nonsense individual who is infamous for two things; his very sharp tongue and being a cheater. The former he is known for talking trash to just about everyone he meets, regardless if he is joking or not and most especially when the insults just hit deep down, which are always uncalled for. The latter is because he doesn't believe in the concept of honor, thinking that it is a very idiotic trait that could get anyone killed. Overall, he is pretty much a very professional asshat in the surface. Just because he is a jerk doesn't mean that he is scum. He does mean well, just that this is how he acts mostly.
  
  Deep down he is a caring and kind individual. His toughness is only a mask for him to look like he means business. He is a very deep fondness for his family and their business and has always wished for their financial wellness, especially with his sister Ying being the forefront of their restaurant. Whenever he is not doing jobs, he would watch Ying in the shadows and will only appear if she were really in a tight spot. That is even though there are some of her antics that he doesn't take well.
  
• 
  The aloof and rarely seen older brother of Ying Shou Long, who had long since left his family to pursue mercenary work for their financial sake long before their restaurant business became a booming sensation in Altair. Ever since he was brought into this world, Li had no interest in becoming a chef much like his family are. He is instead more interested in travelling world and discover things that he had yet to see. By the time he had reached adulthood, Li inherited his family's spear and sought out adventure in the hopes of helping with his family's finances.
  
  He was a rather soft person when he first started his mercenary career. As time went on, he had grown to become hardened and cynical. That is because early on in his career, he had witnessed many tragedies that befall his party and that's only because he made foolish decisions of taking up jobs that are actually life threatening and every time he came back, one or more of his party members are either maimed, traumatized or dead. It was from those experiences that he'd be better off doing those jobs himself so nobody will ever get hurt on his watch.
  
  When he heard about his family business becoming popular, he opted to return to check on his family. However, the experiences of his mercenary career, combined with his hardened mindset, has made him too anxious to face his family. Instead, he decided to watch them, particularly Ying, from afar as a way to prevent any conflict that may arise from his new outlook in life that may clash with them.
  

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[StealthyShades]

Lawrence A. Wolfmale

The Enternal Prince

Basic Information

Full Name

Lawrence A. Wolfmale

Nicknames

Law / Drac

Occupation

Former Assassin / Butler

Gender

Male

Age

2000 (looks 29)

Alignment

Pure Neutral

Race

Vampire (Was Human)

Appearance

Hair Color

Black with dyed tips

Eye Color

Orange

Height

6'5" (190.65cm)

Personality

Over thousands of years Lawrence has had many different perspectives and personalities. In his youth he was very cocky and arrogant, feeling that he could rule countries with the power that he had at his fingertips. Especially with the loss of his mother, he wanted to make everyone pay. Now in the present time, he has learned to be more calm and collected. Not only to ensure that he could live in one place for more than 100 years but also to ensure anyone who was associated with him didn't die in the process.

Backstory

Growing up in a rich family may seem like the dream to some people, but for Law, it was living hell. His birth wasn't pure and innocent like most. It was a deal rooted in dark magic. To a long story short his mother was unable to have a child. She went to an old woman who lived south of Altair. She was known for using her magic to grant wishes.

After signing a magic contract months before, Susanna had a healthy baby boy. Weeks later, the old woman showed up and demanded the child as her payment for their deal. Law’s mother refused and turned the woman away. The old woman revealed herself to be a goddess of black magic. She was not happy and cursed the child which would cause him to be more of a hindrance than a blessing. His hair went from blue to black. His eyes turned yellow, and he began to have a taste for blood.

Relationships

Law's Mother (Susanna Wolfmale)

Law's Master (Charlotte Lufang)

Magic, Abilities, and Weapons

Blue Magic

• Shadow Manipulation: A stealth spell. The caster is able to camouflage themselves and is nearly undetectable to most.
• not decided yet

Black Magic

• Syphoning Sphere - sucks all the blood or life force from dying or recently dead bodies.
• not decided yet

Vampire Abilities

• Super Strength
• Regeneration
• Super Hearing/ Sight (senses)
• Super speed

Weapons

• A Reaper (sword)
• A Needle-Tip Daggers
• Glut wire

Extra

01.

Likes:

• The taste of Metal
• Torturing the Living
• The Cold
• Soft Piano Music
• His pet, Crow (Scar)

Dislikes:

• Cold Tea
• Impolite people
• Bright Sunny Days
• The Living
• Elves

02.

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Mercenary

Halsione Halftree

★★★★★★

Female / Giant / 128 Years old

Mercenary | Former Captain of the Radiant Blades

Blue Magic Adept / Red Magic Rookie / 8'6" (259.08 cm) / 258 lbs (117.0268 kg)

Personality

Energetic and passionate, Halsione is like lightning incarnate. She has learned, through her many years on this floating rock, that her size and ability leave very little she can't accomplish, save for perhaps spelunking, but who needs that when you have the run of the world above? A natural soldier, Halsione has found few challenges that she couldn't meet head-on, and through some grit and determination, overcome. This has led to a work ethic that puts her at the front of every task, raring to get it done and move on to the next. It was this determination, this unyielding nature that led to her eventual promotion to Captain of the Radiant Blades, a mercenary band founded by her Great Uncle.

It was her time with this band of Mercs that developed her into a reliable, sturdy leader, someone that you could always turn to when you needed something done. Dependable. Although, even in the face of failure, Halsione doesn't lose heart, in fact it only bolsters her resolve. She views failure as an avenue through which one learns, though she does understand that on the other hand, failure can lead to catastrophe. She's witnessed it first hand.

Behind closed doors, in quiet alleyways and alone in her tent at night, the giantess can sometimes breakdown into fits of panic and anxiety. Nobody wants to lose something, or someone, and when those losses bear heavy on her soul, it is sometimes too much for her to handle. She would never allow someone to see her in this vulnerable state, though, so she bottles it, locks it away, and faces it another day, when there aren't so many prying eyes ears pricked to witness her descent, her failure.

Background

Born to Killoman Halftree and Linia Halftree, Halsione was always destined to be a headstrong and fearless woman. Her father was a like a natural disaster on the battlefield, always seeming to come out on top, and never something the enemy was prepared for. Her mother was just as capable, though in a much different avenue. Linia was a shrewd businesswoman, and handled all of the affairs and accounts of the Radiant Blades, seeking new contracts for them and always making out like a bandit on negotiations regarding compensation for the band. Sly and tactful combined with unstoppable and hardy made for a lethal marriage, and Halsione was the result.

From a young age the girl trailed after soldiers and mercs, never far from her father's heel unless he was in the middle of battle. The girl could pick up a sword and hold her own in a sparring match by the time she was 15 years old, though she of course was no expert. Such a thing would only come from the determination and time it would take to master this craft. The craft of warfare. Though she was a devout student, although her mother wouldn't stand for her only learning the blade. No, Halsione also had to be sharp and well-spoken, educated by her mother, who was a strict teacher.

Linia's treatment of her daughter's studies soon led to Halsione resenting any kind of negotiation or handling of business, though Linia would not relent even as her daughter griped and moaned. In the end, Halsione would come to appreciate her mother's education, though not until long after she was dead and gone many years later.

By 18, Halsione was allowed a spot within the band as a full-fledged mercenary, and she fought alongside her father in many battles before eventually the man was wounded and was forced to retire. Turns out that years and years of taking beatings was not necessarily healthy, even for giants. And so, having proven herself in countless battles and across several contracts, Halsione was given command of the Radiant Blades. She was taught its history so that when eventually she passed command along, it would be passed as well. She learned of the bravery of her Great Uncle Haltt and how, together with his closest friends, the Radiant Blades were formed. Learning of this only fueled her resolve, and she proudly carried the banner of the Radiant Blade, commanding them through several victories.

You can't win them all though, right? Sure. But you should never have to lose in a way that Halsione did. Never. She was 85 when her day of reckoning would come. The battle of Black Skies, it was called. How was she to know what was to come? She had only been hired to march a caravan from Altair to some backwater town in the west that she had never heard of. She didn't know what was in the caravan, it wasn't her business to ask, so long as she was paid for its care.

As the caravan travelled the skies around them had blackened to almost an impossible shade, and mostly that was because it was impossible. Magic had been at work, magic that Halsione should have been familiar with, had she studied like her mother wanted her to. All around the band of mercenaries and the travelling carts a raging storm started, though unbeknownst to Halsione, it was nothing but an illusion, something to draw her attention away from what was to come.

Everything had seemed so real; wind whipping her face, the pitter patter of rain drops on her hair and the smell of electricity in the air. Lightning struck the ground around her and a cacophony of thunder deafened her to the sound of blades leaving their scabbards. Darkness all around the caravan shrouded a band of marauders, and their cloak was the design of a covetous mage, thirsty for the artifacts that the caravan held.

All around her, bodies began to drop, life fading from her comrades as their throats were slit or the chests impaled with blades. It took only a moment before one attempted to find her own neck, though her quick reflexes saved her and she began to fight, to lash out at the bodies around her through the deafening and raucous sounds of the raging storm. By the end of it all, she was exhausted and wounded, a cut on her cheek, a gash in her leg, and just as she thought it might be the end for her, the storm relented. The shroud of shadow lifted and the scene around her could have driven anybody to tears. Everyone, save for a young rookie merc and the beastman caravan leader, were dead. Their assailants were nowhere to be seen, but it wasn't as though it mattered; Halsione had been defeated, her band shattered and the caravan ransacked.

She was quickly rushed to the closest city by the beastman and her comrade, though she couldn't remember the trip there, she'd blacked out from exhaustion. When she awoke she had hoped the entire ordeal was a bad dream, a nightmare never to be revisited, but reality is a harsh mistress and she was met with the news of the disbandment of her troupe. A letter lay at her bedside and nothing else, nobody else, save for her equipment. The letter was from her father, and its words were harsh, borne of disappointment and ended with disownment. The father that had raised her, that had given his entire life to training her and leading the Blades, now had nothing. She couldn't blame him, truthfully, but that didn't stop the hurt.

Spells & Abilities

Blue Magic (Adept): After taking such a serious loss and knowing after the fact that said loss could be owed to the usage of Blue Magic, Halsione spent the next 10 years studying it and learning how to wield it. She can easily spot when it's being used and can use it herself with some level of mastery.

• Scrying
• 3 Second Rule
• Doubles - The user creates an illusionary copy of themselves that acts as a decoy. Halsione uses this to create a double that mimics her moves in combat to throw her opponents off. The illusion cannot enact change on the real world and cannot be touched, any attempt to touch the copy would result in the physical being phasing through it as if it weren't there.

Red Magic (Rookie): After gaining a decent understanding of blue magic, Halsione undertook the endeavor to start learning red magic in order to bolster her comrades powers.

• Battle Cry
• Radiant Blade - A cosmetic spell that makes her sword shine and change colors, can be used to light a dark place. Can be applied to any ally’s weapons as well

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Historian & Journalist

Caelus Corvus

★★★★★★

Male / Elf / 326 Years old

Published Historian | Head Journalist (And Owner) of the Innixus Herald

Blue Magic Expert / Green Magic Novice / 6'5" (195.58 cm) / 223 lbs (101.1511 kg)

Personality

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Background

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Spells & Abilities

Blue Magic (Expert): Years and years of searching for the truth and attempting to record history has made Caelus an expert at blue magic; it was practically a necessity

• Scrying
• 3 Second Rule
• Hermes Mirror - Using a Scrying Mirror, the user of this spell can broadcast a temporary message to the target of the scrying spell. The message appears in air where the user aims it and disappears after about 30 seconds.

Green Magic (Novice): Magic Caelus pursued for its practical use. He uses it in his everyday life but likely won't dive any further into the magic's immense repertoire.

• Dictation - The user imbues a book and quill with magic, enabling said objects to float and follow the user whilst writing out what they dictate to the book. The user may also direct dictation to one chosen target, enabling their words to be written in the book, especially handy when conducting interviews.

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[Megilagor]

Tristan Brighid

• General
• Persona
• History
• Abilities and Equipment
• Other

• Name: Tristan Brighid
  Nickname: Tris, Tini, Brig
  Age: 28
  Gender: Male
  Race: Half Dragonfly Fairy - Half Squid Merfolk
  Occupation: Helper at the Braze'n'Bolds tavern.
  
• Personality:
  Tristan is a creative and compassionate individual, they are always looking for ways to help others and make the world at least a tiny bit better. They are also conscientious and flexible, able to adapt to any situation and get the job done. Their honesty and humility make them a trustworthy and reliable friend, and their patience and loyalty mean they are always there for those they care about always willing to lend one of his shoulders or even his tentacles to lean on for others.
  
  Despite their gentle nature, they are also strong-willed and determined, never giving up on their goals mules pale in comparison to him in that regard. Tristan's love to explore and try new things hails from his small hometown village, seeing the same things over and over again, the monotony of it all makes him crave new sights and people, and they are always up for an adventure. However, they also have a protective side, and they will not hesitate to defend those they care about, as for those they love…. Well, he might not be a kraken but you better pray for his rage could rival theirs if someone touches his beloved.
  
  Likes & Dislikes:
  + Working at the tavern
  + Adventures
  + Bar fights, both watching and sometimes joining them
  + Interactions with children [Remind him of the kids he took care of in his hometown]
  + A good long soak in any body of water, though prefers colder ones over hot water
  + Fishing
  + Seafood
  
  - Annoying/rude customers
  - Anyone being rude or annoying to other staff members of the tavern or those he knows
  - Flying heights
  - Irony
  - Spicy and hot foot or drinks [This one got a cat tongue I tell ya.]
  - Deserts, or any place with lots of sand. [It gets everywhere, sticks there, and is hard to remove]
  - Pirates, but he does enjoy their alcohol and singing.
  - Clothing with long sleeves or without slits/open backs.
  
  
  
• 
  Born and raised in the surrounding areas of the enchanted forest of Vinalda, a hybrid was born. A child between a dragonfly-winged small fairy man, and an extremely tall squid merfolk lady. His name was Tristan Brighid, a half fairy half merfolk, with his wings inherited from his father, and the lower half of his body from his mother, thankfully for him his height was average compared to his two parents. As their first child, his upbringing wasn't exactly correct, as all new parents they made a few mistakes, one of them being not giving him enough of their time which made him more distant than most to his parents, and their overly excessive display of affection and love often embarrassed him or even repulsed him. One could say that he was happy, after all, he had a great childhood friend in Valorie, though even that didn't last long. As she grew older she was interested more and more in things he didn't find enjoyable so they grew more distant but still on good terms.
  
  It was probably when his younger sister by ten years was born that their contact practically broke off. Sure his parents learned from some of their previous mistakes but he still had to step up and help raise her. The only place of solace for him during those times were those few hours in the midst of the night, burning midnight oil sneaking out and training his magic or drumming on something anything really, then returning home soon after so he was able to get at least a few hours of sleep in.
  
  When he was somewhere between a late teen and a young adult he decided to move out. He had enough of his family situation, of his parent's overbearing affection that often made them forget about him or even his sister, his sister who even though he did most of the raising, and yet she wasn't even grateful, sometimes blaming Tristan that he took all the good looks from their parents even if she had in fact a secret admirer in the village that didn't have any courage to confess. So he wrote a letter in the middle of the night, packed what he had of his own, and left the village.
  
  His travels took him to many places though at the end of his year-old travel, he settled in Altair, getting himself the job at the Braze'n'Bolds tavern, at first renting a room from the owner but later on finding his own little place to call his home. After a few years of working there, he met a new girl Elora, a new hire who handled the duties of a barmaid, she was quite something, to say the least, he didn't her work as much since Tristan handled the back of the place most of the time only really moving up front during rowdier nights, or when she had trouble handling the amounts of people in the hall. Quiet a few times Tristan joined the bar fights while they were happening cause they were getting close to El, and well neither Tristan nor the boss wanted to see her hurt, she was the essential poster girl of the Tavern after all, driving the business to be quite booming.
  
  Honestly, Tristan and the boss have a small unwritten contract between the two, quiet a simple one at that. Its only stipulation was short and nice, if El ever goes for an adventure Tristan should join it, not that they didn't trust El, it was rather caused by the fondness of the girl and not wanting to see her hurt.
  
• Skills:
  
  • Domestic Arts - Cleaning, cooking, sewing. If a servant or a cook could do it Tristan can probably do it just as well, way faster than most at that since he learned how to use his tentacles as additional arms at an early age.
  • Brawling techniques - Throughout the years of his life Tristan got into many fights. Some he lost some he won, but through all of them he learned something or other from, his opponents or those he saved in those fights. This allowed him to create his own art, which is just a mix of Silat, Aikido, and Judo, which he specifically tinkered with to fit his body.
  • Flight - Despite his size, Tristan can use his dragonfly wings to fly. Although his fear of heights keeps him quite low, not like his wings allow him to fly high, the true power behind them is the speed at which he can fly and how fast he can maneuver in the air. In his early years of training to fly, he earned himself several injuries at the low stopping power of his wings.
  • Drumming - One of his pastimes that allows him to calm down a little, he used to do it more often in his early years, but he still finds time to do it now. Even if it's just him hitting open barrels with water using sticks if he can't find proper drums nearby.
  Magic: Proficient Blue Magic / Beginner Green Magic
  
  Blue Magic - Retrace - Through the use of this magic Tristan can see the past of an object or with enough concentration see ones past, albeit it doesn't go far into the past he used it many times to find owners of lost items in the past, or even to find lost kids parents or homes. Using it on living beings does put quite a strain on Tristan's mind though so he rarely uses it.
  
  Green Magic - Voice of Nature - Disregarding this grandiose name, this spell allows Tristan to learn what the plants need most so he can take better care of them, sometimes he can ask them a question which they can reply to but it happens rarely. Tristan still doesn't know why some plants can answer him after he uses this magic.
  
  Equipment:
  - A pair of thick wooden sticks
  - Magic bag [inferior causing to a bag of holding, much cheaper and more common, this one only has twice as much space as it looks without any extra effects]
  - Spare set of clothing
  - Sewing kit
  - Pouches with common seasonings.
  - A set of kukri knives [mainly for gardening but can be used for combat.]
  
• Fun facts:
  Tristan doesn't wear much on himself because of his body, and the fact he got frustrated of having to sew his clothes so often after fights or if he by mistake stuck his tentacle onto his clothes.
  
  He sees El as a dependable albeit clumsy type of a little sister.
  
  Still fondly remembers his childhood days with his friend Valorie, sometimes wondering how her life went from that point on.
  
  Even though he doesn't like his family, he still cares for them, sending letters there a few times a year with some coins, though they are always anonymous.
  
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