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Full Name: Lucien Lordaeron
Age: 56
Birthdate: 8/23
Gender: Male
Culture: Lumirian
Religion: Vaet Nocturnum - Asteroth, God of Blood
Languages:
De Facto - Demonica
Fluent - Common
Basic - Elvish
Location: Luimira, Nocturne
Rank: Novice
Title: The Halcyon Dream
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Bloodline: Dawn Elf Vampire
Class: Weapon Master - Assassin
Strength: 9
Speed: 11 (12)
Energy Color: Firebrick
Energy Meter: 550 (1550 once Lust is awakened)
Element: Wind
Battle Strength: Stealth and precision
Battle Weakness: Upfront combat
Sin: Lust
Completed Quests
S Rank: 0
A Rank: 0
B Rank: 0
C Rank: 0
D Rank: 0
E Rank: 0
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Bloodline
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Weapon Master/Assassin up to D
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Hand-to-Hand/Weapon
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Personality: Lustful, Violent, Manipulative, Narcissistic, Dangerous
Sexuality: Homosexual
Quote: "Don't you ever tame your demons - always keep them on a leash."
Height: 7'2"
Weight: 259 lbs
Eye Color: Violet
Favorites:
• color: slategrey
• food: blood
• animal: none
• city: Gloria en Valle
Theme Song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-eJbxI-jZbA
Battle Theme: ]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K3aB92PW9Qw
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Before his death and subsequent turning into that of a vampire, Lucien was a Dawn Elf who'd only recently matured to full adulthood. Born in a tribal outpost in Kranila, the Elf had been raised typically of his kind; protective of nature, fiercely loyal to his tribe, and resistant to outsiders and change. Furthermore, he had been raised to feel anger towards the humans of Fraxen and their subjugation of the people of Kranila, as well as their tarnishing of the world's natural splendor by means of machine and technology.
But unlike most Elves - and especially Dawn Elves - Lucien, back then Randil Lordaeron, inquired upon what it meant to be human... what it meant to be technologically inclined. He learned that for all that mankind lacked in natural potential, they had gained as much as they'd lost from their ingenious creations. He saw mankind's ingenuity as a gift from God, and he had learned that both Justor and Solonor came from the God that humans adored, Michael, an entity that the elves knew so little of.
His change was quick. It wasn't long before he'd gone from being an Elven dissident to becoming an acolyte of the Church of Vangelism, a missionary who served with them. He began in trying to convert other Dawn Elves to the light of Michael, and after great success across Kranila his group even considered conversions in Gloria en Valle and... Luimira.
When, finally, he arrived upon Luimira's cold grasp, Randil knew the difficulty of the challenges he faced. He knew the danger posed to him from every corner and every eye within the city. Yet he continued, resolute, in his mission to change the religious make-up of the land that had gone awry; the one Kala had indoctrinated from the true Lord.
Sadly, for all of his piety, he was seen as less than life by the ones he'd come to proselytize. They spat on him, laughed at him, and demeaned him. The more he continued his mission, the more enmity he'd gained, and not long after arriving in the city, a group of vampires drugged and murdered him. Draining his blood and leaving him bare of clothes and belongings in a crypt, Randil lost his life pursuing the goal he'd come to attain.
But Almira came to him - a vampire unlike others - who resurrected him and made him her first progeny.
Realizing the monster he'd become, Randil loathed all that he was. He was not an elf, and not man, but a beast that prowled the darkness in search for the blood of innocents. He was reviled by the life he would now lead - the only life he'd ever know - one of chasing shadows for all of the years to come. He swore to end his own life, as well as Almira's, denying him the embrace of Heaven that he'd so sought. He fell into depression and dauntlessly tried and failed to take his own life, cursing his regenerative abilities. Angered at Almira's suggestion - which rung strongly in his body - to avoid a lethal blow to his own body.
But then, as life came to its worst moments, he fell into the lifestyle that one would constitute as Lumirian. Macabre, forlorn, filled with powerful emotions. One wild and passionate. The ventilation for his anger became debauchery, the piety that brought him comfort was replaced by mockery and cruelty. He donned the name Lucien rather than Randil, embracing Vaet Nocturnum. Everything about him changed.
The only thing that remained was his fearlessness, his love for danger, his idealism. But rather than bringing Michael's Light to the world, he would shower the cities that scorned him with blood.
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2016 11:28 am
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2016 9:07 pm
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Full Name: Agni Kasai
Nicknames: Aggy
Age: 13
Birthdate: 2/29
Gender: Female
Culture: Elvhalan, South Fraxonite
Religion: Mazdakism
Languages:
De Facto - Elvish
Fluent - Common
Basic - Demonica
Nation: Kranila
Rank: Novice
Title: Citizen
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Bloodline: Phoenix
Class: Magus
Specialization: Necromancer
Strength: 6
Speed: 8
Sin:
Gene Mods: (if you have any)
Energy Color: Fiery Red, with hints of black and grey swirling into the mix.
Energy Meter: 825
Element: Fire
Battle Strength:
• Attacking from a distance
• Playing more of a support role
• Keeping out of Harm's way.
• Automatically starts with favor from the god of Flames, Alistair.
• Very strong and fast attacks. Decent stats.
• Light up dark areas with just their appearance.
• They are able to control the temperatures of fire anywhere they can see.
• Gain a second subclass, or combined to form one extra talent.
• Fire Elemental spells and bloodline spells are boosted by 1 rank.
Battle Weakness:
• She's not particularly the strongest or fastest person out there
• Cannot survive in wet climates, must be constantly on fire.
• Cannot go into cold climates due to freezing temperatures.
• Severely weak to water skills. (+2 in rank damage)
• Are a viable substance for Biochemists. (+2 ranks in damage)
Fights Won: 0
Fights Lost: 0
Completed Quests
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A Rank:
B Rank:
C Rank:
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E Rank:
Gold:
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Elemental
• Invocation: Brand [V]
By focusing their energies to their channeling object the caster can generate heat and flames. This low level of invocation can produce small flames, nothing too wild. What it can do is start a real fire, and produce immense heat when focused on a particular point.
Bloodline
Passive Abilities
• Flare of the World
Phoenixes are apart of the world, able to sense and talk to fire itself due to the flame's living nature. They are immune to any flame substance, and lava allowing them to travel through extremely hot areas without any trouble. Due to this, they would be able to resist most radioactive levels in a single area. When talking to flames, a Phoenix must dance along with the flames, some times creating a small fire tornado. As they get stronger in ranks, they are inatively stronger and faster, but are at their max strength when exposed to intense levels of heat, or residing in a lava pond.
• Essence of the Fire Spirit
The user can enter an ethereal flame mode, becoming a spirit of fire itself for a single post. With it, they get a bit stronger and can resist a lightning strike at that point. This is mainly to absorb spell attacks, fire and earth mainly, while also taking being able to survive severe damage from water, but this cancels this form on the spot. But this is only limited to one use per battle.
Abilities
• Burning Spirit E
An area back-off attack as the user summons flames around them and pushes them away. This attack does not harm, but pushes the enemies away some distance. Enemies a rank higher aren't effected, but ranks lower are sent flying away.
• Fire Touch E
The user emblazens their fist and weapons with the power of fire, giving them an additional rank in damage. This lasts only 2 posts in battle since the fire touch isn't as strong.
• Flame Blow D
The user takes in their training of the martial arts and mixes it with their flames, allowing them to replicate a quick body blow, faster than a normal body blow. Fire touch turns this skill into an EX mode type, in which crumples the foe if it connects.
• Whisper of the fire art D-S
The user whispers in ancient tongues, summoning up a various color of fire, all at different temperatures to enhance their striking power and their speed itself. White fire is their strongest form they can reach due to it having radioactive properties as well. Blue through yellow last five posts, black lasts six.
STR/SPD
D: Blue Flames: Can resist a bit of cold. Increases: 1/0
C: Green Flames: Can resist gaseous clouds without taking them in. Increases: 0/1
B: Yellow Flames: Can summon up electric flames instead of normal ones. Increases: 2/0
A: Black Flame: Can see in night time while their flames keep them hidden. Increases: 0/2
• Blue Flare D
The user summons up a star of blue fire as they send it crashing down on their opponent. The attack does both physical and fire based damage, but both can be affected by armor, or bloodline.
• Furious Dash D
A deep breath of the oxygen around you fuels your body up to become a large fireball as you dash at your opponent, aiming to knock them down with a strong headbutt. Headbutting steel is not a good idea and will give you dizziness if you do that.
Class
• Detect Magic Passive
The magus can detect magic. This means when others cast spells, or emanate high amounts of energy, you can see their aura. This also means you can detect magic in an area, meaning if an area has something magical about it, you can feel it. At expert rank, you can determine the source in an area. Each source of magic has a special signature, meaning a magus will be able to recognize the energy of a person if they are expert rank or higher.
• Mage Fingers E
A mage can surround an object with their energy and lift it with invisible force. They can manipulate items that are not currently being held by an enemy. Anything that weighs less than a full grown person can be lifted and manipulated.
• Energy Ball D-S
Balls of energy have become a signature for the magus. These are available at every rank with proper scaling effects. The first level is a single ball of energy the color of a magus' energy. It is the size of a basketball and is weightless. This weightlessness allows it to ignore weather and redirection abilities that are not direct energy. Each ball of energy burns with raw power and scorches opponents. D rank is a minor burn, C-rank covers more surface area, B-rank is 1st degree burn with a larger surface area, A-rank is second degree burn with a large surface area and an S-rank ball of energy is a 3rd degree burn. Each rank of energy that is put in to these can create another ball that can be launched at high speeds. 1 Ball at D-rank energy and 5 at S-rank.
• Energy Coat D-SSS
Magii are weaker of body, but their power over the arcane arts is their saving grace. By creating a coating of energy over their physical form a magus can dampen the effects of incoming energy based abilities. If they were to pay a D-rank amount of energy, anything below or equal to it would be reduced in rank of damage. Once the coating takes a hit within one rank of the energy put in to it it disperses.
• Host of the Spirit E-SSS
One of the most powerful abilities in the entire world of Axiom. A necromancer is able to bring back a previously dead character into life, as in an actual RPC. They will place the soul of the character in question in to a new body and perform the ritual. Once it is complete the character will become a minion under the complete control of the necromancer. Any abilities whether it is from the RPC's bloodline, race, previous skills, summonings, talents, gene mods, sub classes, etc. stay with them. When a character dies their mark goes away so those are invalid. The soul can never be leveled up or given anything new. Whatever they had in death is what they will have in undeath. The personality is exactly the same and they are sentient, but under complete control by the necromancer. A necromancer can retain any number of souls in their possession. They must have known exactly where the RPC died or where they are buried. They cannot have randomly read this in a book or discovered it out of nowhere. The crew will know. Do not try.
• Death Sense Passive
Necromancers have the keen ability to sense death. Be it something already dead, something recently dead, something about to die, etc. They will always know when ghosts are around them. This does not mean they can determine who it is nor is it able to lead them to the location of a Dead RPC they do not know about.
• Nothing for Something -
A necromancer is able to siphon the energy from a living creature. They must make physical contact with them. Once that connection is made energy is absorbed and added in to the Necromancer's energy pool. The first post of contact is worth D-rank energy, and for each post they remain in contact they siphon off another rank of energy.
• Seance D
By spending D-rank energy per post a necromancer can summon forth a willing ghost from the area and speak with them. They can compel the ghost to speak and answer questions for B-rank energy. If they do not pay the cost of the technique they are unable to hold the ghost there and it will dissipate.
• Undead Army E-SSS
The creme de la creme of a Necromancer's grimoire. RPCs are not always available, and in the event they are unable to find a suitable minion to take control of a necromancer can create one. By taking various body parts from dead things (can be NPCs) they can stitch them together and create an undead minion. These are all custom creatures that do not take up a summoning slot. The necromancer merely has to pay the initial cost of their creation to bring it to them.
• From the Abyss D-SSS
Axiom has never been a peaceful plane of existence. From the dawning of humanity blood has shed. Nations are built upon the graves of soldiers and the battlefield is never dry. The necromancer can feel the souls of the dead vying to avenge themselves. By seeping their energy in to the ground they are able to revive these hordes of skeletal warriors. For D-rank energy 5 skeleton warriors are summoned. For C-rank energy 20 skeleton warriors are summoned. For B-rank energy 35 skeleton warriors are summoned. For A-rank energy 50 skeleton warriors are summoned. For S-rank energy 100 skeleton warriors are summoned, then 150, and then 200. These skeletons can have weapons and armor, but are merely bones. Skeletons are sturdier than zombies and take reduced damage to both physical and magical attacks. Their stats are 6/6.
Sub-Class
Hand-to-Hand/Weapon
• Footwork E
The user lithely pivots around an opponent, stepping around and positioning themselves behind the enemy.
• Nudge D
The user takes the bottom of their dagger and smashes it into the body of the opponent. They usually aim for the ribs or stomach to stagger them, but a blow to the face would suffice.
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Sexuality: Heterosexual
Quote: Our Bodies are just Bags of Flesh and Blood that will eventually Decay. It makes no sense to fear Death when it's going to happen at some time in your life. I don't fear Death. I know how to transcend Death and become immortal.
Height: 5'0
Weight: 100 lbs
Eye Color: Red
Favorites:
• The color Blood Red
• Playing with Fire
• Finding body parts for minions
• Travelling with her Big Brother
• Toying with people
Theme Song: Skillet - Not gonna die
Battle Theme: Disturbed - Another Way to Die
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xxxxxAgni never knew her parents, and she was always alone. All she had known was the military. She was trained from the day she was old enough to walk until the day her brother took her away. She always felt out of place, her hair and eyes were both unusual and didn't fit in to the way the rest of her kids in her training division looked. They always seemed to delight in physical training day when they could punish her for being different. She started to grow to hate the way she looked. For a long time, the only thing that comforted her was talking to the flames. They were her only friends for a long time. Of course the kids delighted in dousing the flames and taking away one of her small delights. This continued for about 8 years, until that day finally came. The day that began the changing of her life. They gave her a simple task. Kill the other person before they killed her. They had no weapons. Only their fists. She didn't want to, but she quickly realized that they weren't going to take any mercy on her. So she killed them in self-defense. Something within her snapped. She could feel the death around her of the deceased child. Not knowing what compelled her to do so, she quickly found a dagger and cut open their arm, removing a bone as a keepsake. She refused to give it up when asked. They finally gave in and let her keep it. She hid it in her cloak, wanting to keep it close because it felt right. It also helped her remember the name and face of the child she had been forced to kill so that she didn't forget and she was driven to the brink of madness from her guilt. Within the next week, she was placed into a different squad, with different people, and her training changed. Instead of focusing on the physical, it became more focused on her magic and abilities. She started to learn why she felt the way she did, and she started to lose her fear of death, of all emotions really. What was the point of feeling if they didn't matter. After several months, she just became cold and robotic, going through the motions as she started to truly feel isolation. That was until her brother found her. She still isn't sure how he did it, but he figured out who she was, and he took her from that place that had only shown her horrors. He showed her the beauty of the world. He even helped her find a way to carry around the bone better, having it crushed up and mixed into a knife handle so it wasn't as suspicious. She started to come back out of her shell, just a little, but she still feels like death is not an ending, but a beginning. An obstacle that can be overcome, and once it is, a whole new world of possibilities opens up. She stays around her older brother, wanting to stay close to the other warmth that makes her feel wanted and welcomed in the world while also finding bodies to put together to make her new minions and friends to help her fight to protect that warmth from ever leaving her.
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Posted: Sat Dec 03, 2016 10:13 am
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Good to go!
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Full Name: Agni Kasai
Nicknames: Aggy
Age: 13
Birthdate: 2/29
Gender: Female
Culture: Elvhalan, South Fraxonite
Religion: Mazdakism
Languages:
De Facto - Elvish
Fluent - Common
Basic - Demonica
Nation: Kranila
Rank: Novice
Title: Citizen
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Bloodline: Phoenix
Class: Magus
Specialization: Necromancer
Strength: 6
Speed: 8
Sin:
Gene Mods: (if you have any)
Energy Color: Fiery Red, with hints of black and grey swirling into the mix.
Energy Meter: 825
Element: Fire
Battle Strength:
• Attacking from a distance
• Playing more of a support role
• Keeping out of Harm's way.
• Automatically starts with favor from the god of Flames, Alistair.
• Very strong and fast attacks. Decent stats.
• Light up dark areas with just their appearance.
• They are able to control the temperatures of fire anywhere they can see.
• Gain a second subclass, or combined to form one extra talent.
• Fire Elemental spells and bloodline spells are boosted by 1 rank.
Battle Weakness:
• She's not particularly the strongest or fastest person out there
• Cannot survive in wet climates, must be constantly on fire.
• Cannot go into cold climates due to freezing temperatures.
• Severely weak to water skills. (+2 in rank damage)
• Are a viable substance for Biochemists. (+2 ranks in damage)
Fights Won: 0
Fights Lost: 0
Completed Quests
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A Rank:
B Rank:
C Rank:
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E Rank:
Gold:
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Elemental
• Invocation: Brand [V]
By focusing their energies to their channeling object the caster can generate heat and flames. This low level of invocation can produce small flames, nothing too wild. What it can do is start a real fire, and produce immense heat when focused on a particular point.
Bloodline
Passive Abilities
• Flare of the World
Phoenixes are apart of the world, able to sense and talk to fire itself due to the flame's living nature. They are immune to any flame substance, and lava allowing them to travel through extremely hot areas without any trouble. Due to this, they would be able to resist most radioactive levels in a single area. When talking to flames, a Phoenix must dance along with the flames, some times creating a small fire tornado. As they get stronger in ranks, they are inatively stronger and faster, but are at their max strength when exposed to intense levels of heat, or residing in a lava pond.
• Essence of the Fire Spirit
The user can enter an ethereal flame mode, becoming a spirit of fire itself for a single post. With it, they get a bit stronger and can resist a lightning strike at that point. This is mainly to absorb spell attacks, fire and earth mainly, while also taking being able to survive severe damage from water, but this cancels this form on the spot. But this is only limited to one use per battle.
Abilities
• Burning Spirit E
An area back-off attack as the user summons flames around them and pushes them away. This attack does not harm, but pushes the enemies away some distance. Enemies a rank higher aren't effected, but ranks lower are sent flying away.
• Fire Touch E
The user emblazens their fist and weapons with the power of fire, giving them an additional rank in damage. This lasts only 2 posts in battle since the fire touch isn't as strong.
• Flame Blow D
The user takes in their training of the martial arts and mixes it with their flames, allowing them to replicate a quick body blow, faster than a normal body blow. Fire touch turns this skill into an EX mode type, in which crumples the foe if it connects.
• Whisper of the fire art D-S
The user whispers in ancient tongues, summoning up a various color of fire, all at different temperatures to enhance their striking power and their speed itself. White fire is their strongest form they can reach due to it having radioactive properties as well. Blue through yellow last five posts, black lasts six.
STR/SPD
D: Blue Flames: Can resist a bit of cold. Increases: 1/0
C: Green Flames: Can resist gaseous clouds without taking them in. Increases: 0/1
B: Yellow Flames: Can summon up electric flames instead of normal ones. Increases: 2/0
A: Black Flame: Can see in night time while their flames keep them hidden. Increases: 0/2
• Blue Flare D
The user summons up a star of blue fire as they send it crashing down on their opponent. The attack does both physical and fire based damage, but both can be affected by armor, or bloodline.
• Furious Dash D
A deep breath of the oxygen around you fuels your body up to become a large fireball as you dash at your opponent, aiming to knock them down with a strong headbutt. Headbutting steel is not a good idea and will give you dizziness if you do that.
Class
• Detect Magic Passive
The magus can detect magic. This means when others cast spells, or emanate high amounts of energy, you can see their aura. This also means you can detect magic in an area, meaning if an area has something magical about it, you can feel it. At expert rank, you can determine the source in an area. Each source of magic has a special signature, meaning a magus will be able to recognize the energy of a person if they are expert rank or higher.
• Mage Fingers E
A mage can surround an object with their energy and lift it with invisible force. They can manipulate items that are not currently being held by an enemy. Anything that weighs less than a full grown person can be lifted and manipulated.
• Energy Ball D-S
Balls of energy have become a signature for the magus. These are available at every rank with proper scaling effects. The first level is a single ball of energy the color of a magus' energy. It is the size of a basketball and is weightless. This weightlessness allows it to ignore weather and redirection abilities that are not direct energy. Each ball of energy burns with raw power and scorches opponents. D rank is a minor burn, C-rank covers more surface area, B-rank is 1st degree burn with a larger surface area, A-rank is second degree burn with a large surface area and an S-rank ball of energy is a 3rd degree burn. Each rank of energy that is put in to these can create another ball that can be launched at high speeds. 1 Ball at D-rank energy and 5 at S-rank.
• Energy Coat D-SSS
Magii are weaker of body, but their power over the arcane arts is their saving grace. By creating a coating of energy over their physical form a magus can dampen the effects of incoming energy based abilities. If they were to pay a D-rank amount of energy, anything below or equal to it would be reduced in rank of damage. Once the coating takes a hit within one rank of the energy put in to it it disperses.
• Host of the Spirit E-SSS
One of the most powerful abilities in the entire world of Axiom. A necromancer is able to bring back a previously dead character into life, as in an actual RPC. They will place the soul of the character in question in to a new body and perform the ritual. Once it is complete the character will become a minion under the complete control of the necromancer. Any abilities whether it is from the RPC's bloodline, race, previous skills, summonings, talents, gene mods, sub classes, etc. stay with them. When a character dies their mark goes away so those are invalid. The soul can never be leveled up or given anything new. Whatever they had in death is what they will have in undeath. The personality is exactly the same and they are sentient, but under complete control by the necromancer. A necromancer can retain any number of souls in their possession. They must have known exactly where the RPC died or where they are buried. They cannot have randomly read this in a book or discovered it out of nowhere. The crew will know. Do not try.
• Death Sense Passive
Necromancers have the keen ability to sense death. Be it something already dead, something recently dead, something about to die, etc. They will always know when ghosts are around them. This does not mean they can determine who it is nor is it able to lead them to the location of a Dead RPC they do not know about.
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A necromancer is able to siphon the energy from a living creature. They must make physical contact with them. Once that connection is made energy is absorbed and added in to the Necromancer's energy pool. The first post of contact is worth D-rank energy, and for each post they remain in contact they siphon off another rank of energy.
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By spending D-rank energy per post a necromancer can summon forth a willing ghost from the area and speak with them. They can compel the ghost to speak and answer questions for B-rank energy. If they do not pay the cost of the technique they are unable to hold the ghost there and it will dissipate.
• Undead Army E-SSS
The creme de la creme of a Necromancer's grimoire. RPCs are not always available, and in the event they are unable to find a suitable minion to take control of a necromancer can create one. By taking various body parts from dead things (can be NPCs) they can stitch them together and create an undead minion. These are all custom creatures that do not take up a summoning slot. The necromancer merely has to pay the initial cost of their creation to bring it to them.
• From the Abyss D-SSS
Axiom has never been a peaceful plane of existence. From the dawning of humanity blood has shed. Nations are built upon the graves of soldiers and the battlefield is never dry. The necromancer can feel the souls of the dead vying to avenge themselves. By seeping their energy in to the ground they are able to revive these hordes of skeletal warriors. For D-rank energy 5 skeleton warriors are summoned. For C-rank energy 20 skeleton warriors are summoned. For B-rank energy 35 skeleton warriors are summoned. For A-rank energy 50 skeleton warriors are summoned. For S-rank energy 100 skeleton warriors are summoned, then 150, and then 200. These skeletons can have weapons and armor, but are merely bones. Skeletons are sturdier than zombies and take reduced damage to both physical and magical attacks. Their stats are 6/6.
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The user lithely pivots around an opponent, stepping around and positioning themselves behind the enemy.
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Sexuality: Heterosexual
Quote: Our Bodies are just Bags of Flesh and Blood that will eventually Decay. It makes no sense to fear Death when it's going to happen at some time in your life. I don't fear Death. I know how to transcend Death and become immortal.
Height: 5'0
Weight: 100 lbs
Eye Color: Red
Favorites:
• The color Blood Red
• Playing with Fire
• Finding body parts for minions
• Travelling with her Big Brother
• Toying with people
Theme Song: Skillet - Not gonna die
Battle Theme: Disturbed - Another Way to Die
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xxxxxAgni never knew her parents, and she was always alone. All she had known was the military. She was trained from the day she was old enough to walk until the day her brother took her away. She always felt out of place, her hair and eyes were both unusual and didn't fit in to the way the rest of her kids in her training division looked. They always seemed to delight in physical training day when they could punish her for being different. She started to grow to hate the way she looked. For a long time, the only thing that comforted her was talking to the flames. They were her only friends for a long time. Of course the kids delighted in dousing the flames and taking away one of her small delights. This continued for about 8 years, until that day finally came. The day that began the changing of her life. They gave her a simple task. Kill the other person before they killed her. They had no weapons. Only their fists. She didn't want to, but she quickly realized that they weren't going to take any mercy on her. So she killed them in self-defense. Something within her snapped. She could feel the death around her of the deceased child. Not knowing what compelled her to do so, she quickly found a dagger and cut open their arm, removing a bone as a keepsake. She refused to give it up when asked. They finally gave in and let her keep it. She hid it in her cloak, wanting to keep it close because it felt right. It also helped her remember the name and face of the child she had been forced to kill so that she didn't forget and she was driven to the brink of madness from her guilt. Within the next week, she was placed into a different squad, with different people, and her training changed. Instead of focusing on the physical, it became more focused on her magic and abilities. She started to learn why she felt the way she did, and she started to lose her fear of death, of all emotions really. What was the point of feeling if they didn't matter. After several months, she just became cold and robotic, going through the motions as she started to truly feel isolation. That was until her brother found her. She still isn't sure how he did it, but he figured out who she was, and he took her from that place that had only shown her horrors. He showed her the beauty of the world. He even helped her find a way to carry around the bone better, having it crushed up and mixed into a knife handle so it wasn't as suspicious. She started to come back out of her shell, just a little, but she still feels like death is not an ending, but a beginning. An obstacle that can be overcome, and once it is, a whole new world of possibilities opens up. She stays around her older brother, wanting to stay close to the other warmth that makes her feel wanted and welcomed in the world while also finding bodies to put together to make her new minions and friends to help her fight to protect that warmth from ever leaving her.
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Full Name: Grayson Wellington
Nicknames: Beef Wellington
Age: 12
Birthdate: 03/14
Gender: Male
Culture: South Fraxonite
Religion: Mazdakism, Raphael - God of Order
Languages:
De Facto - Common
Fluent - Demonica
Basic - Angelica
Nation: Aramil, Lukhan's Landing
Rank: Novice
Title: ???
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Bloodline: Incubus
Class: Specialist
Strength: 7
Speed: 8 (+2 [Flying])
Sin: n/a
Gene Mods: n/a
Energy Color: White
Energy Meter: 825
Element: Dunno yet.
Battle Strength:
• Extremely seductive. Like Succubi, you possess the ability to instantly seduce others as long as they're two ranks below you. It's said that this becomes possible only due to their astounding beauty, but that is only a supplement. The Incubi are indeed far more handsome than all other races, but their seduction lies in the magical energy they are born with. This energy flows around them and into the air like cells into a vein, bewitching any they seek.
• Extremely high amounts of energy (1.5X the regular pool).
• Ability to manifest aspects of the demon at will. They can extend a tail, wings, sharp fingernails, as well as horns when they please.
• All specialists have 1.5x the energy than a normal class would have at each rank.
• A specialist may learn defensive styles.
• Unlike any other class, specialists are able to create equipment that actually gives them stat boosts.
• When a Shaman chooses a path their holy or unholy spells gain a significant boost to potency. That means all that they cast that falls in those alignments are larger, more refined and easier for them to conform and manipulate.
• When a Shaman chooses a path they receive a -1 reduction to either Holy or Unholy attacks against them. This, regardless of their bloodline, will make them a Holy or Unholy creature. Spells they use of the opposite alignment also become less potent.
Battle Weakness:
• Many problems with interaction. They tend to wander aimlessly for their entire lives, detached from both people and reality. It's very difficult for them to form lifelong bonds.
• Unholy creatures, one rank weaker to holy magic.
• Incubi can get caught up in the game. They can destroy themselves lusting over others. When a particular target is challenging or especially attractive, they will lose their minds trying to capture their affections. This is more of a vanity thing than actual love for that person, but it can result in ruinous penalties. Anyone who is close to that person will become your enemy. You will find yourself extremely jealous of people approaching them, and this will often lead to physical violence.
• Extremely weak early. Your bloodline is far below the tier of others until Master rank, and it only truly shines at Sage.
• All specialists tend to have weaker stats and bodies, a trade they make for focusing on supporting others or bringing their own army to fight.
Fights Won: 0
Fights Lost: 0
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Bloodline
• The Demon's Dance Passive
• The Game Passive
• Clouds D
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• I Release You D-S
• Minor Heal D
• Cure D-SSS
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Personality: Childish and impish, Grayson takes pleasure in playing small tricks in others. He's not afraid to ask when he's curious but he's also very aware of when it's more advantageous to remain quiet. He can be very crude, as anyone would expect from an incubus, but he usually hides that side of himself to keep up his innocent façade. His preferred seduction method, and the only one he has any practice in, is to pull with cute charm and push with devilish tricks. Otherwise, expect a lot of cheesy stuff straight out of shoujo manga.
Sexuality: All the things, I guess.
Quote: "What are these?"
Height: 5'2" (and growing quickly)
Weight: 110 lbs.
Eye Color: Blue
Favorites:
• color - white
• food - beef wellington
• animal - snakes
• city - Luimira
• feel free to add your own
Family
• Parent) Damien Wellington (Incubus), mother (Unknown)
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xxxxxFor an incubus, Grayson has an unbelievable history. He not only knows who his father is. He was raised by him. When Damien Wellington, Grayson Wellington's father, learned that one of his flings had become pregnant with his child, he was shocked and torn. However, he could not refuse when the mother, unwilling to take care of an incubus child, handed the child to Damien for him to take responsibility for.
Grayson was born in Kusana, but Damien, back then, was not the type to settle. Like most other incubi, he traveled. Unlike most incubi, though, Damien traveled with his son, first a babe and then a child. There was only one time, when Grayson was three, when Grayson was not with his father. At that time, Damien was fighting in the distant mountains of Geshan, which were no place for a child. Instead of taking his son into danger, Damien left Grayson in Aramil, under the care of his most responsible boyfriend.
Because Grayson knew and grew up with his father, he never felt that wretched pull towards his mother. Well, perhaps he did as an infant, but before even his first memories, when his first thoughts could form and realize that what he had now, his father, was much better than some woman his father marked, Grayson no longer felt any attraction to a mother he did not know. Even when his father left him for an year, Grayson did not seek to torment his mother.
Of course he wouldn't bother tormenting his mother. By that age, Grayson knew that there were plenty of fish in the sea. Like others his age and race, Grayson held an innate cruelty that knew no bounds and an unending urge to seek the next pleasing sensation, like an itch he could never reach. The two combined effortlessly, and the world became nothing more than a box of toys for Grayson. He still held respect for his father, one of his own kind, of course, and by proxy, he held some minuscule level of respect for his father's boyfriend. However, everyone else was fair game for his games and satisfaction.
When Damien returned from the long fight in Geshan with a new purpose and calling, he returned to find his four year old son embodying everything it meant to be a child incubus. He was heartless yet sought after. Being handsome and smart were but tools for him to break the hearts of everyone he knew. Grayson was only four and he had not quite mastered the art of sowing chaos, but it was as uncontrolled as it was crude. In all respects, the man Grayson was left in the care of should be applauded for not only lasting as his guardian for that entire year but also keeping some sort of control on the rather unfavorable situation. Although, even this most responsible of Damien's many boyfriends all but threw Grayson to his father the moment Damien returned.
An incubus father who loved and cherished his son quickly tempered Grayson's immature cruelty. Before Grayson could cause any more damage, his father intervened. Damien understood both the urges and the consequences of the cruelty they encouraged. He taught Grayson how to control his wants instead of letting them control him. With his father's guidance, Grayson tempered his cruelty even as a young child, and in time, he learned how to be gallant, charming, and free-spirited instead.
The change for the better was swift. A good thing that it was because Damien was determined to settle in Aramil and having a troublemaker son would only make it difficult to earn the trust and approval of the community. For eight years, Damien raised Grayson to be a proud and civilized citizen of Aramil.
Now 12, Grayson is ready to follow in his father's footsteps. Like others his kind, he matured quickly in both body and mind, so while he has not yet an adult, he is far more responsible than most others his age.
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___youwillknownihilism Captain
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Posted: Mon Dec 26, 2016 8:12 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 08, 2017 12:59 am
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Full Name: Cornelius Highborne
Nicknames: Neil
Age: 180
Birthdate: Dec. 31
Gender: Male
Culture: Elvhanan
Religion: Justoastrianism: JUSTOR
: http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=24194021
Languages:
De Facto - Elvish
Fluent - Common
Basic - Meritia
Nation: Rogue
Rank: Novice
Title: none
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Class: Weapons Master-
Strength: 8
Speed: 13
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Energy Color: Grey
Energy Meter: 550
Element: Light
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• Dawn Elves can use light (moonlight or sunlight) to cloak them. While stealthed (even if detected by the opponent), the light inspires them with speed and courage. They are immune to mind altering effects while stealthed, as well as given a +2 boost to speed.
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•Skillful in many weapons
• Quite crafty are assassins. Not only are they masters of stealth, but disguise and misdirection. They have low level skills that can fell even great sages in their trickery. They can, passively, extinguish their worldly fingerprint, having no scent, energy or features if they bare no ill intent. When this is active they can look like anyone they want.
• Can create deadly poisons for their weapons.
• Higher speed when stealthed (+1).
Battle Weakness: Dark Magic, raw power
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Fights Lost: 0
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Hand to Hand-Bak Mei
Hand to Hand-Wing Chun
Weapon-Kodachi
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Sexuality: Hetero
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"I do what others will not. That alone is innovation."
"The world is cruel. It does not have to be ugly."
"I always execute with style."
"Your finale will be a duet."
"Let's start the show."
"You... inspire me."
Height: 6.5
Weight: 180
Eye Color: turquoise
Favorites:
• Neon Colors
• Steak
• Butterfly
• city [in Axiom]
• Women
• Swords
Theme Song: Buggin-Hudson Mohawk x Lunice
Battle Theme: hi finesse - dystopia
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His mother was noble human that was forced to be in an arranged marge with the prince. However she met an elf that was part of a traveling circus performer. This elf performed with stylish theatrics that the noble woman fell in love of how he attracted the crowd but what he was really doing was attracting her. The two fell in love though it was impossible to marry him because of the arranged marriage she was sworn to do. So they secretly meet at the beginning of every week and the meet has happened even after the arranged marriage with the prince. The elf and woman were in love but too in love to see the consequences of their actions. The prince was unable to bare a child until he miraculously succeeded. And when the baby was born tragedy struck. The baby was an elf that the prince bursts into rage that a freak was born and the elf that the woman loved came to her rescue but only to be pursued by a mob that the prince ordered to kill on sight. The elf left the woman to follow a path that would lead to the traveling performers. She saw the Elf, the man he loved, captured and knew what would happen. The wife found the performers and explained to them to take the baby it belongs to The Elf. She would have to leave her son so he can be safe but unfortunately she was shot by an arrow and pierced her right eye from the back of the skull. Immediately the performers and escaped with Cornelius, the infant elf that is named after his father. He was raised as performer with the traveling circus but as the curtains close he would be shunned those that would call him a freak. He became the the biggest star but too much that the ringmaster couldn't hold him since the fans would want to see only him. So one day Neil heard that he was going to be sold. Fearing for the worst he accidentally dropped a torch and set the whole circus on fire. Huned down by the people that raised him, he was easily able to escape with his great agility that grew from the circus.
He wandered aimlessly and stumbled upon a hermit. He was famished and needed food and shelter. Being desperate he thought to rob him. The hermit was able to hold his own and best Neil easily. But even when he was being robbed, he offered Neil food and shelter if and only if that he would not perform any theft. Neil agreed and they eventually became friends. Overtime the Hermit told him that he was an elf like him. He was a bounty hunter when he was young. One job was to assassinate a brother of a prince, but then got caught. He escaped but to fully be free, he cut his ears and became lived in solitude. The Hermit taught the boy how to hunt and how to kill. He has honed his skills in training by his friend and father figure and also taking in jobs in every country. The Hermit died from his weakened body and old age. His final words to Neil was that 'Kill those who should be killed.'He left to what his 'father' taught him.
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Posted: Tue Feb 07, 2017 5:29 pm
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Full Name: Charlie
Nicknames: The Boss, God Father, The Don, Captain/Commander. Vitalyavech, The Boogieman, Herald of Vultures
Age: 500
Birthdate: Nov 6
Gender: Male Shade
Culture: Lumirian
Religion: Raphael
Languages:
De Facto - Demonica
Fluent - Common
Basic - Angelica
Nation: Vaet Nocturnum
Rank: Novice
Title: Citizen
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Class: Knight
Specialization: Commander
Strength: 9
Speed: 7
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Energy Color: Black
Energy Meter: 687
Element: Fire
Battle Strength: Strategic sense, endurance, will power, melee battles, long range battles, leading others, mounted combat, focus in the middle of the chaos of war.
Battle Weakness: Holy light, magic, having to manifest physically to attack, cannot be healed and only use offensively.
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Fights Lost: 0 (Unoffically 10)
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Personality: Charlie is a survivor. His morality is limited by his current situation. He can kill without hesitating. Would he do it for fun? No, but he would to inspire fear in others. His existence as a Shade torments him making him a very melancholical and filosofical individual. He feels contempt for others of his kind and actively avoids them. His personality has simmered down from what it used to be after the trials of life taught him that a calm and collected mind defeats recklessness.
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Quote: "Immortality can be a pain when you ******** up as much as I do."
Height: 6'5
Weight: 180lbs
Eye Color: Black
Favorites:
• Black
• None
• Horse
• None
• His memories of Laila
Theme Song:Autumn - Potsu
Battle Theme:False Alarm - The Weeknd
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xxxxxLaila was a gifted young girl. She knew so, because her parents always reminded her. Every single day. She wanted to make her parents even prouder. They were gone so often those days. She needed to really awe them when they came back home. So she made Charlie.
Charlie remembers his inception. What he was before isn't very clear. He'd spent some time of his existence pursuing answers to that mystery. "I didn't come from nothing. That's impossible." He'd tell himself. But no book, Shade, vampire or acient ruin could give him the answers he needed. So he gave up. His existence nawing at him mind like holy light.
His creation, however was ingrained in his mind. Suddenly existing. The girl in front of him. Back then emotion was not something he had discovered so he remained pretty neutral for someone being "born". If he did have an emotion to describe the situation at the time he would have said "beautiful". A small pale girl with hair that almost made him back away from how much it looked like fire. "It glowed." Charlie would say.
He was a slave essentially. When Laila's parents returned to find her daughter together with a Shade they almost destroyed him on sight, but Laila threw herself in front of him. They would have never guessed that their little daughter could have created such a complex creature at her age. And so he stayed with them as the child's protector. Laila's parents wanted something reliable watching over their daughter so they made him become a knight in essence. They made him learn everything there was to learn about the world. Being a Shade he was ignorant to everything. They taught him how to speak, battle tactics, swordplay, sorcery, etc. They even hired a Shade willing to teach him about his own powers. In the span of 100 years, Charlie had become a perfect Knight. His sole purpose being to protect Laila.
Laila's parents were very rich, influential and powerful vampires. Attempts on their estate was rare, but every now and then someone tried their luck. They were quickly dealt with and lady Laila didn't even know. But most of all, Charlie was her best friend. He played with her until she tired. He read her stories about gallient men saving princesses stuck in castles. Charlie now knows he loved that child that had created him. But at the time the feeling was so foreign he didn't even comprehend the fact that he had it. How did a being without emotion know what it felt like?
Her parents treated him in the beginning with a certain disdain and mistrust, but after years together they more or less treated him like a distant nephew. Laila's father, Vitalyavech Marchant, always gave him snippets of fatherly advice every now and then. Such as "Not everything you do in your life will be what you want. Sometimes we must do what we don't want to achieve what we want." That always stuck with charlie the most. He was a man of few words and made sure that when he did speak it was useful. Calm and collected. A man accustomed to war and it's game. All of this imprinted into Charlie as well as the intensive lessons he took. Laila's mother, Julia Marchant, was...Always so...Charlie hates thinking about her. It was because of Julia that the reason for his existence was taken away.
As told by Charlie himself...
"I don't know when Julia died. The shape shifter was extremely able to fool Vitalyavech for so many years. Maybe she'd taken her place even before I was created. Why she took so long to act is beyond me. I had my suspicions though. Small things. Things only a new Shade will notice. Nowadays I would've been just as fooled as Vitalyavech. Back then I wanted to integrate with people. I wanted to learn as much as I could. So naturally I observed the relationship between the three. Something that always seemed off to me was how the cold father could be so warm to his daughter. And the larger than life mother could be cold to her daughter. Maybe I was the problem. I watched over her every night. We don't sleep. She'd walk to Laila's room and look at her sleeping. I wouldn't be on guard, but it seemed off. The way she looked at her. The HUNGER. She must've not expected me to be created. I was the dent in her plan. Who would've planned for such a young vampire to create a Shade? I'd give up all that I have ever earned on my own to have her back. I feel void even after all these years. Protecting her was my duty and I failed. Even if I was sent away. She was my purpose. I should've seen the signs.
Anyways she managed to convince Vitalyavech to send me away. Said Laila needed no more protection since the two were going to spend more time at home. They sent me to a mercenary war battalion. Soldiers for hire and such. They thought I'd make a name for myself out in the world with the skills they had taught me for more than a century. In the beginning it was hard being away from Laila. I won't say I missed her. It's almost as if she was a part of me. I was incomplete. But that faded away. Battle after battle. My mind slowly letting go of it's initial purpose and paving the way for a new one. Battle. It had become my everything. I was good at killing and even better at not being killed. From the time I joined to the day I left to go back to the Marchants I was the only one to survive every battle. I had become second in command. I didn't even have to participate in battles anymore. But the lust for carnage had become too much. Until one day I heard two vampire soldiers talking about the Marchants and how their manor had become a brothel many years ago and still operated. How could such a distinguished family lose everything? I don't remember much after that. My mind went blank. I became a fog of darkness and the first thing I knew when I came to was that I was back 'home'. Decay isn't as strong a word for what they did to the place. I kicked the entrance open and no one paid me any attention. They were lost in their own lust and debouchery. I think I killed every single one of them, but I could be wrong. They disrespected Laila's home. They disrespected me. After so long I remembered what my old purpose used to be and how I so easily forgot about it. So I went to her room. She wasn't there. I remember for the first time feeling helpless. In my existence I've either always had a handle on the situation I'm in or I just don't care if I don't. Now it bothered me deeply. I went to her parents' room. I ******** I don't want to do this anymore. Leave."
Charlie returned to the war group. In the end he became the Captain. All he had were his men at that point. He joined an army no matter how slim the odds were of winning. Many men left due to how increasingly suicidal he'd become with his decisions. He'd become a walking army on his own. They called him the Herald of Vultures. Where ever he went vultures soon followed.
They defeated him eventually. And before killing him the Shade faded away into hiding. In his ruin came the realization that he'd lost everything again.
Charlie set himself up in Luimira. Becoming the head of a large cartel. He sold everything from drugs to women. His ambitions were limitless, however. Once again he found himself losing everything. The only thing he had now were two of his surviving men. (lazy finish will flesh out later)
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malavaes
Full Name: Charlie
Nicknames: The Boss, God Father, The Don, Captain/Commander. Vitalyavech, The Boogieman, Herald of Vultures
Age: 500
Birthdate: Nov 6
Gender: Male Shade
Culture: Lumirian
Religion: Raphael
Languages:
De Facto - Demonica
Fluent - Common
Basic - Angelica
Nation: Vaet Nocturnum
Rank: Novice
Title: Citizen
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Bloodline: Shade
Class: Knight
Specialization: Commander
Strength: 9
Speed: 7
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Energy Color: Black
Energy Meter: 687
Element: Fire
Battle Strength: Strategic sense, endurance, will power, melee battles, long range battles, leading others, mounted combat, focus in the middle of the chaos of war.
Battle Weakness: Holy light, magic, having to manifest physically to attack, cannot be healed and only use offensively.
Fights Won: 0 (Unoffically 1509)
Fights Lost: 0 (Unoffically 10)
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• All Novice Commander Skills
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Personality: Charlie is a survivor. His morality is limited by his current situation. He can kill without hesitating. Would he do it for fun? No, but he would to inspire fear in others. His existence as a Shade torments him making him a very melancholical and filosofical individual. He feels contempt for others of his kind and actively avoids them. His personality has simmered down from what it used to be after the trials of life taught him that a calm and collected mind defeats recklessness.
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Quote: "Immortality can be a pain when you ******** up as much as I do."
Height: 6'5
Weight: 180lbs
Eye Color: Black
Favorites:
• Black
• None
• Horse
• None
• His memories of Laila
Theme Song:Autumn - Potsu
Battle Theme:False Alarm - The Weeknd
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xxxxxLaila was a gifted young girl. She knew so, because her parents always reminded her. Every single day. She wanted to make her parents even prouder. They were gone so often those days. She needed to really awe them when they came back home. So she made Charlie.
Charlie remembers his inception. What he was before isn't very clear. He'd spent some time of his existence pursuing answers to that mystery. "I didn't come from nothing. That's impossible." He'd tell himself. But no book, Shade, vampire or acient ruin could give him the answers he needed. So he gave up. His existence nawing at him mind like holy light.
His creation, however was ingrained in his mind. Suddenly existing. The girl in front of him. Back then emotion was not something he had discovered so he remained pretty neutral for someone being "born". If he did have an emotion to describe the situation at the time he would have said "beautiful". A small pale girl with hair that almost made him back away from how much it looked like fire. "It glowed." Charlie would say.
He was a slave essentially. When Laila's parents returned to find her daughter together with a Shade they almost destroyed him on sight, but Laila threw herself in front of him. They would have never guessed that their little daughter could have created such a complex creature at her age. And so he stayed with them as the child's protector. Laila's parents wanted something reliable watching over their daughter so they made him become a knight in essence. They made him learn everything there was to learn about the world. Being a Shade he was ignorant to everything. They taught him how to speak, battle tactics, swordplay, sorcery, etc. They even hired a Shade willing to teach him about his own powers. In the span of 100 years, Charlie had become a perfect Knight. His sole purpose being to protect Laila.
Laila's parents were very rich, influential and powerful vampires. Attempts on their estate was rare, but every now and then someone tried their luck. They were quickly dealt with and lady Laila didn't even know. But most of all, Charlie was her best friend. He played with her until she tired. He read her stories about gallient men saving princesses stuck in castles. Charlie now knows he loved that child that had created him. But at the time the feeling was so foreign he didn't even comprehend the fact that he had it. How did a being without emotion know what it felt like?
Her parents treated him in the beginning with a certain disdain and mistrust, but after years together they more or less treated him like a distant nephew. Laila's father, Vitalyavech Marchant, always gave him snippets of fatherly advice every now and then. Such as "Not everything you do in your life will be what you want. Sometimes we must do what we don't want to achieve what we want." That always stuck with charlie the most. He was a man of few words and made sure that when he did speak it was useful. Calm and collected. A man accustomed to war and it's game. All of this imprinted into Charlie as well as the intensive lessons he took. Laila's mother, Julia Marchant, was...Always so...Charlie hates thinking about her. It was because of Julia that the reason for his existence was taken away.
As told by Charlie himself...
"I don't know when Julia died. The shape shifter was extremely able to fool Vitalyavech for so many years. Maybe she'd taken her place even before I was created. Why she took so long to act is beyond me. I had my suspicions though. Small things. Things only a new Shade will notice. Nowadays I would've been just as fooled as Vitalyavech. Back then I wanted to integrate with people. I wanted to learn as much as I could. So naturally I observed the relationship between the three. Something that always seemed off to me was how the cold father could be so warm to his daughter. And the larger than life mother could be cold to her daughter. Maybe I was the problem. I watched over her every night. We don't sleep. She'd walk to Laila's room and look at her sleeping. I wouldn't be on guard, but it seemed off. The way she looked at her. The HUNGER. She must've not expected me to be created. I was the dent in her plan. Who would've planned for such a young vampire to create a Shade? I'd give up all that I have ever earned on my own to have her back. I feel void even after all these years. Protecting her was my duty and I failed. Even if I was sent away. She was my purpose. I should've seen the signs.
Anyways she managed to convince Vitalyavech to send me away. Said Laila needed no more protection since the two were going to spend more time at home. They sent me to a mercenary war battalion. Soldiers for hire and such. They thought I'd make a name for myself out in the world with the skills they had taught me for more than a century. In the beginning it was hard being away from Laila. I won't say I missed her. It's almost as if she was a part of me. I was incomplete. But that faded away. Battle after battle. My mind slowly letting go of it's initial purpose and paving the way for a new one. Battle. It had become my everything. I was good at killing and even better at not being killed. From the time I joined to the day I left to go back to the Marchants I was the only one to survive every battle. I had become second in command. I didn't even have to participate in battles anymore. But the lust for carnage had become too much. Until one day I heard two vampire soldiers talking about the Marchants and how their manor had become a brothel many years ago and still operated. How could such a distinguished family lose everything? I don't remember much after that. My mind went blank. I became a fog of darkness and the first thing I knew when I came to was that I was back 'home'. Decay isn't as strong a word for what they did to the place. I kicked the entrance open and no one paid me any attention. They were lost in their own lust and debouchery. I think I killed every single one of them, but I could be wrong. They disrespected Laila's home. They disrespected me. After so long I remembered what my old purpose used to be and how I so easily forgot about it. So I went to her room. She wasn't there. I remember for the first time feeling helpless. In my existence I've either always had a handle on the situation I'm in or I just don't care if I don't. Now it bothered me deeply. I went to her parents' room. I ******** I don't want to do this anymore. Leave."
Charlie returned to the war group. In the end he became the Captain. All he had were his men at that point. He joined an army no matter how slim the odds were of winning. Many men left due to how increasingly suicidal he'd become with his decisions. He'd become a walking army on his own. They called him the Herald of Vultures. Where ever he went vultures soon followed.
They defeated him eventually. And before killing him the Shade faded away into hiding. In his ruin came the realization that he'd lost everything again.
Charlie set himself up in Luimira. Becoming the head of a large cartel. He sold everything from drugs to women. His ambitions were limitless, however. Once again he found himself losing everything. The only thing he had now were two of his surviving men. (lazy finish will flesh out later)
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