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 Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2015 10:34 am
Welcome to my NPC directory! Here you will find various NPCs I have created for my characters or otherwise that I did not want to make into official characters, but who I wanted to have a greater presence in the world of Magesc.
These characters are usable with permission in other people's plots, either rped by me or by you. Please PM or poke on AIM to ask.
You may play them as you wish and incorporate them into any appropriate plots, and - as long as I get the link to wherever this is happening - I'm pretty cool with most things you do with them.
However, I will need to give you explicit permission to injure, maim, kill, or fall in love with any of my NPCs, and I ask that if you play them you keep to their character.
TABLE OF CONTENTS:
Kazqueth Uryan
Erahn Rhyko
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I also have my official characters. Feel free to pm about them as well, though I will be playing them in all scenarios. Their plot posts are linked below.
Raemos Medrol
Suluksati
Malta
Kekeovonnai
Red
Laesara
Naita
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Posted: Mon Feb 02, 2015 6:36 pm
Name: Kazqueth Uryan
Species: Merkhora/Oblivionite Hybrid
Class: Civilian, Peisio Teacher and Seer
Age: Over a Century
Sexuality: Bisexual; preference for older women and males of all ages
Location(s):
Primarily on an island between Serenia and Ayr, but can end up wherever he pleases, including the middle of the ocean.
Description:
Kazqueth is an example of how a hybrid can go wrong. He is big, ugly, and bulky, his bones nearly crushed by their own weight. His squashed, fishy face is ringed by fins, two large, with more ringing his neck, possibly hiding gills. His fanged mouth is graced by a long forked tongue, which he can use to taste the air, and he has no eyes – only empty sockets, ringed by scales.
He is scaly, most of his scales a dull blue-green in color, and it extends down his clawed and webbed hands and feet, and fading to a desaturated marine blue on his thick, huge wings. All his scales are variations on this blue green, from a dreary turquoise to a sour olive color, save for his chest and the underside and fins of his long stingray tail (armed with a serrated barb), which are a dark blue-grey. A few of his scales, randomly sprinkled about him, are an inridescent silver, glittering like mica amidst the murk of his body. The color is however, subtly incorporated into delicate markings on his 'wings', like elegant filigree. Though these are not always visible, they are a reprieve from the drab ugliness of his body, as is the splash of red edging on the frills on his neck.
His third eye, granted by his Oblivionite blood, is located between his two head-fins and is a brilliant and dragonic yellow, but it betrays the truth of Kazqueth's soul: for all that he looks like a brute, he is a gentle and patient beast, careful in his strength and ponderous in his movements. He is very strong, indeed, and tall – nearly 7 ft, though this can seem less, as, due to his pain, he often walks stooped, with a cane to support him and a hooded black cloak to hide his appearance. His walk is cautious, but when swimming he is incredibly, unnervingly graceful.
He is rarely without his cloak, though he swims nude, and is often seen with a book (for reading) or a mirror (for scrying).
Personality:
Kazqueth's ultimate goal is a world ruled by magic, not gods. Obviously, this would benefit the hybrids the most, but he sees it as being a world of true equality, where blood will matter little and power – true power – will take its rightful place on the throne of the world. This is no mere belief, and Kazqueth is no mere fanatic. It is a future he has seen with his abilities, something incredibly possible, and he is dedicated to having it happen.
To speak to him, he does not appear to be a fanatic at first glance. He is a patient, kind, and gentle soul, mostly selfless and willing to sacrifice personal comfort for the education of his students. Though he looks like a brute – and has the strength of one – his movements are very precice and his physical interaction incredibly careful, born of a desire to not do careless harm. Though his khehora blood gave him physical strength, he is a very smart, very wise being.
In this wisdom, he allowed himself to end up on the sidelines of his own movement, guiding it even as the others think they lead. Patient – and having seen the future – he knows that he does not necessarily need to be in obvious control to be in complete control of where things go. He has set up his life so that things resolve themselves, making plans decades in advance based on his visions, and following through on those plans with finesse.
Of course, his sight has many disadvantages, probably why the way it has manifested in him is so rare. Visions – even after his decades of training, practice, and control – can still come unbidden and painful, and he sometimes mixes up past, present, and future since all are equally real to him. He has managed, through some quirk of his mind, to not go mad from the sensory overload, and he uses tricks such as the healing of his own injuries and knowledge of the weather cycles of Magesc to place his visions on a timeline and make his plans. He is not above making mistakes, but he laughs them off as eccentricities, imperfections to keep him humble, and when he is not in pain he finds great joy in his ability and the certainty it gives him.
Just because he is a kind man doesn't mean he isn't manipulating others. Though they are more than gameboard pieces to him, he still moves them as such. Though he feels deep compassion for others, he will send others into danger, or leave out important details, or otherwise cause harm if he feels his actions set them on a path that brings the future he seeks closer to resolution. The role of a seer, he feels, is to shape fate through advice and prophesy, and to drive others to their fate, for good or ill. Though he might love his students dearly, they are cogs in a machine greater than he, and in the end if they satisfy their fate he is happy for them.
Still, he is lonely. His hideous and abominable appearance means that he appreciates whatever company, regard, and affection he receives. He does truly care for individual people, and when and if they die, he feels sorrow and grief like anybody else. It is only mitigated by his knowledge that they pulled his dream a little closer and, thus, accomplished at least something, sometimes more. He knows his ultimate goal is not the one and only goal out there, and that in the end, no life is ever wasted.
His favorite things are long swims, sunning himself on rocks, scrying, learning, and teaching.
Of Note:
Kazqueth's main ability is his seer abilities. He is an Oracle: has visions of the past, present, and future naturally, and he is adept at the art of scrying and can focus or induce those visions himself or in others, using mirrors and water. His visions are powerful and very clear, though he has to work hard to figure them out at times, in particular when they occur/are to occur. He sees his abilities as a mixed blessing, one that has him at the beck and call of Fate, but one which also lets him choose the fate he wishes for the world.
He can also manipulate water, as his clan entails. However, his defensive and offensive use of it is not the best, and his healing abilities are limited to himself. If pressed into battle, he uses his magic to augment or manipulate the environment, but uses his powerful physical strength strategically. Most of his ability is taken up by his massive, impressive and difficult scrying ability.
As a part-merkhora and a peisio clanned individual, he can at least swim and breathe comfortably underwater. In water, in fact, he has no problems with magic – it augments his magic greatly, so much so that he sometimes will use water in conjunction with a mirror as a focus in his scrying. His swimming is swift, agile, and unbound by the constrictions he has on land. Able to tolerate terrible pressure, his oblivionite-granted ability to see in the dark has let him in on the terrible secrets of the deeps. Essentially, once in water, his escape or victory is essentially assured.
Though it is clear he has a magical speciality, he is very book learned and well connected, able to refer his students to powerful people more in line with their skills, or offer them books and his own knoweldge, even when it passes beyond his fields of expertise. He has whatever grasp of other magics that he could attain with books, and is delighted to share his knowledge.
A final note: He has seen his own death.
Current Plots:
Ataya's Teacher: He will help Ataya Doryu train in magic, harnessing his power for... well, not good, but good and evil don't matter in the end to Kazqueth.
Open to any plots you might want a seer for! He can be anywhere at any time!
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Posted: Mon Feb 02, 2015 6:45 pm
History:
Kazqueth was born in a small Oblivionite village to an eccentric hedgewitch named Nilanka and her long-time friend and lover, Maluqueth - a Merkhora of a nearby tribe. His conception was unexpected and awkward, and his birth was not a pleasant event for anyone involved.
Initially, though, his parents were intrigued by the growing bulge of pregnancy. However, he was not built to be comfortably born, and instead his instincts told him he was in an egg – a soft egg, that never ran out of nutrients or space. So he grew and grew. After approximately a year of this, with his mother's health waning with every passing week, his father decided that the time had come for drastic measures.
Khehora are born highly precocious, and it was such for Kazqueth: his earliest memory is of his mother's womb – the warm, safe, soft darkness, the beat of her heart, and the synchronized beating of his gills. His next earliest memory is of that safe, enclosed world suddenly being ripped asunder: In the middle of the summer moon cycle, Kazqueth was torn from his mother's womb and introduced to world in an attempt to save his mother from his constant growth. His mother survived the operation, but barely and only with the help of the khehoran healers. She was never the same, in mind or body.
Kazqueth, however – far more developed than an infant would be – was soon attempting to explore his new setting. By the time he was a month old, he was as developed as a three-year-old toddler, even beginning to sound out words. He continued to mature quickly, a side effect of his khehora blood.
This, along with the consequences of his birth, gave his parents a mixed opinion of him. On the one hand, a hybrid child could be a boon to Maluqueth's tribe, bringing dark magic and – most importantly – another set of flexible hands to their advantage. On the other hand, he was a freak, and had almost killed the woman Maluqueth loved. Nilanka, for her part, was neutral towards her son, but it was her that suggested an education for him in keeping with his blood – partially of Maluqueth's tribe, partially of the village in Nilanka's care.
Obviously, this caused issues. The ranks of his parents – town healer and midwife and Khehorian leader respectively – gave him some measure of reprieve, but he did not fit in well – nor was he particularly well treated – by khehora and Oblivionite alike. Though the Khehora thought of him as a boon and a blessing, there were those among them that considered him as much an abomination as the Oblivionites did. And the simple fact remained – he had grown too fast. He was too strange for the khehora, and too strong for the magescians, and his developing thought process was both too fast and too strange for either of them to relate to. His childhood was, thus, a lonely one punctuated by the occasional moments of kindness.
When he was entering approximately his third summer, his latent seer abilities began to manifest. They had existed before as a sort of mild precognition, but now they started to arise: at first, they were simply eerily accurate weather predictions, and then they were something more. He began to have full on, uncontrollable prophetic dreams and visions, and this drove people further away from him – it turns out, the future is as scary as it is useful.
Around his seventh winter, his father's tribe went to war over their territory, and they were utterly wiped out. His mother was devastated by the loss, and for the few months she lived after that, she blamed her son for not forseeing it, for not forwarning her mate of his eventual doom. She attacked him on occasion, striking him in fits of rage. But she was weakening by the day with grief, and her son was strong. Eventually, she passed away, and Kazqueth was left alone.
This time, his sight did not fail him – he foresaw that, without his mother, the village would turn to him. Some would want him to take on her responsibilities, others would want to finally cleanse their village of him. Kazqueth wanted neither. He buried his mother and then, with the pack he had set up long before her death, he set out on the road for a future unknown.
It was not long before the young halfbreed realized he was not self sufficient. Hungry, tired, and scared, Kazqueth's visions presented themselves to him. He took a risk and walked off the main path – right into the camp of some very surprised mages and scholars. They were a research group, a professor and his assistants, out collecting specimens of Soldulan wildlife. They collected him, too.
This was a time before khehora became generally rediscovered by the world, and so – while it was clear he was part oblivionite – the general consensus was that they had found a rare half-dragon monstrousity. They brought him back to the college of sorcery in Obsidian city for study. There, he managed to charm one of the researchers – who worked in the college's library – into bringing him books.
Books opened Kazqueth's world, feeding a hunger for knowledge that he had almost forgotten was there, one that seemed to only grow with every tome his eager gaze devoured. For the books, giving blood and being subjected to all manner of experiments and humiliation was a small price to pay. He began to ask questions of the researchers, which they sometimes answered. With every answer, he felt his soul keen for more.
Eventually, though, they were done with him. They had found out all they cared to find from him, and the time soon approached where the group would have to figure out what to do with him. By now, he was in his tenth year, and – almost immediately, like hitting a wall, puberty struck. The agonizing pain of bones that grew too big and simply did not fit his frame, the itching skin and emotional turmoil of his hormones blazed through him, stealing his sleep.
Most of all, though, his Sight came in fully, and his visions became clear. They were barely controllable yet, but the raw talent was there. The decision on what to do with him was delayed as he grew and changed, and they studied the strange things his half-merkhora body did as it reached maturity. It was his mind, though, that screamed as his blossoming abilities threatened to tear it apart. Desperate, he began to ask for books on scrying – any books on scrying – and read them avidly, seeking a way to keep his sanity.
He managed, with the help of the books, to reign in his abilities and keep his grip on reality, but the group had begun to notice. The librarian, however, had become fond of him, as one becomes fond of a pet, and dissuaded their questions and prevented them from finding out the truth about the freakish dragonbred's abilities. He wanted that discovery all to himself.
He managed to get Kazqueth released into his custody when the experiments neared their next end point, and, with the aid of other more specialized books, trained up Kazqueth's abilities in secret. He hoped to use his pet to make the next great discovery about time itself, or even simply to bring himself glory in some way. But in the end, Kazqueth trod on those plans as innocently as anything.
Kazqueth fell in love with the librarian. Though the changes that had rapidly wracked his body were slowing down and the pains that shocked his bones were fading, he still churned with teenage hormones, and feelings he had never before had burned in his mind like oil on water. The librarian was the only man who had treated him well and who had given him so much knowledge, and was much older and not unattractive by Oblivionite standards, blessed as he was with a gorgeous pair of wings and a fascinating tail. Kazqueth, young and impressionable and completely at the whim of his emotions, was enamored.
Inexpertly, armed only with what he read in the occasional romance novel, he tried to come onto the man. After some confusion, it took. Kazqueth loved him, and to him this man was his lover. To the librarian, he was just a pet that had learned a trick, a pet that was massive and bulky, but a pet none the less.
Kazqueth's sight became more potent, more clear, and more controllable, and one day he felt confident enough to try to scry the man's future. It was a mistake: he saw only death. Frantic, he told his 'lover' what he had seen, and they both tried to find a way out of it.
They became shut in, searching the books for some way to prevent a forseen fate, the man not venturing outside for fear of an attack. It was this that killed him - a fall from the shelves of the library.
That was how Kazqueth learned the burden of his power, and how the future cannot be avoided. Despondent, he remained in the library, making himself useful and rarely leaving it. He studied books and assisted students and became, in a sense, the college's unofficial librarian and pet. He was appreciated, but at the same time he was treated as a pet and an anomaly, not a person. And he wanted to be a person. Badly. It was, after all, what he felt he was.
His visions came clearer now and more detailed, as if the librarian's death had been the last key to unlocking them fully, and he learned to control them. In his twentieth year, he saw what he would later call his 'grand vision', the awesome vision of a utopia, where magic – not blood or gods – ruled, and where a halfbreed like him was worth far more than a pet. It inspired him, and he dedicated his life towards making that glowing, powerful, beautiful future possible.
Eventually, this drive to make the future instead of hide from it brought him out of the library that had been his home and into the classes. He had become ubiquitous enough that he was tolerated, and he was an avid learner. When students took offense to him, he was adept enough at hiding that they could not find him, and his genuine offers of assistance won him a few allies who kept the less-discouraged bully-scholars at bay.
Eventually, he became a tutor, and was responsible for bringing people though their classes. He mad many powerful allies in this way, and not a few enemies. Eventually, though, as the path to his Grand Vision became clearer, he began to outgrow the college. After setting up his alliances and saying his goodbyes, he left the college and Obsidian city behind to arrange what he needed to.
Over the decades he did this, he became more sophisticated, the past, present, and future becoming as easy for him to understand as breathing. Willing to sacrifice anything for his cause and armed with bravery and the knowledge of the circumstances of his own death, he began to ensure that his utopia would come to pass.
Eventually, his actions built him a movement, and gave him a revolutionary head to match – a young Oderite murderer whos infectious energy galvanized other more complacent minds into action. He came at a price – literal pain was his way of showing his love to the mentor that had pulled him out of obscurity, as was cruelty and abuse. Kazqueth tolerated it, and the many turmultuous events that followed, because he knew, in his heart, that it was needed.
He was on the path to a future of his own creation, and he knew how to get there. This was the era where everything would change. This was his era to shape... whatever happened to him in the end.
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Posted: Mon Feb 02, 2015 6:53 pm
People:Oriyen Tohi: A cruel serial killer Orderite mage who's fascination with blood magic and manipulative cruelty towards everybody else made a world ruled by mages a tantalizing proposition. Rescued from a knife fight and tutored in magic by Kazqueth, Oriyen's loyalty is absolute... and terrible. Technically Kazqueth's lover, he is very much into hurting the ones he loves. Kazqueth tolerates him because he knows that Oriyen is the spark that sets off the fire of revolution and that it is because of Oriyen that many have joined his cause. He also knows that Oriyens death is suitably horrible, and is thus reassured when he comes out of one of their 'sessions' with terrible and bleeding wounds. Oriyen will serve his purposes, and then he will die, and the movement will continue without him. Saaramos: Oriyen's daughter. Kazqueth has known her since she was a baby, but he also knew how she would die even as they played with sandcastles on the beach. He helped Oriyen raise her, helped her escape the island, and prevented Oriyen from finding her. Unfortunately, he could not protect her from her gruesome fate. Laesara Wymrith (PC): Saaramo's daughter, Kazqueth knows her fate is intricately tied into the future he seeks. But how? He does not entirely know yet. Either way, he feels bound to help her because of her mother, and because he knows she will suffer greatly in her life. Ataya Doryu (PC): A student... future student... of Kazqueths, he has a very interesting and convoluted fate. Kazqueth intends to teach him and provide him with the mentorship he so needs, and in return... well... Ataya will do what he will do. Rps and SolosX - By the River's soft song (Kaz and Lae) X - By the River's Soft Song (Kaz, Lae, Saara) X - Between Book and Binding (Kaz, Ataya) X - Unforseen (Kaz, Lithian)
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Posted: Mon Feb 02, 2015 6:54 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 02, 2015 6:54 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 02, 2015 6:55 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 02, 2015 8:39 pm
Name: Erahn RhykoSpecies: Dovaa Class: Civilian – Conservatory student Age: Infant: about 4-7 years old Sexuality: Heterosexual – if that matters at his age. Location(s):Erahn is, currently, only on the celestial plane with his grandmother, Gia. Description: Erahn is a scrawny kid with curled black horns and hair often hidden by a cap or a hood. He wears a forever petulant expression on his face. Typically, he wears long, soft garb in light whites, creams, or greens. Personality:In summary, Erahn is a horrible brat, a terrible little nasty creature full of selfishness and spite. Beyond that, though, he is an insecure creature, desiring praise and, failing that, desiring attention. Of Note:Erahn will be an actual character some day and, when he is, will be removed from this list. See the link above for his accepted quest. He cant talk but oh boy is he expressive. Current Plots:Just... play with him. Be annoyed with him. Kick his smug a** silent teeth out. If you need someone to play with your dovaa character, he's your brat.
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Posted: Mon Feb 02, 2015 8:40 pm
History:
((Copied from his quest))
Erahn's family used to be a fairly typical Dovaa family; He was born in the Celestial Plane to a beautiful and peppery Firani mother and an artistic Peisio father. He lived with them and his grandmother, his mother's very sensible Gaili mother. Things were happy for little Erahn: His father filled their home with wonderful artwork, and his mother had enough energy to do what she wanted to do and play with her equally energetic child, and his grandmother patiently taught him the things that he, as a young dovaa, needed to know. There was no pressure on him to choose a clan, and no reason for him to leave the safety of the fortress, and no stigma on his lack of a voice. He was happy.
His mother, Myralade, was a warrior and not built for a stay-in-the-plane life. She would, occasionally, foray into Magesc to help some trader friends of hers acquire goods, bringing back a few dragon orbs for the Dovaa cause and interesting materials to intrigue her child. On one such journey, she happened to meet a handsome Oblivionite man by the name of Jujai Veyos.
At first, they were simply friends, adventuring together for long times. It soon grew into something more - Myralade had grown bored with her husband, though it was no fault of his own. A placidly pleasant artist simply could not keep the firey firani satisfied for long, and she found herself gravitating to the raw, reckless, soulless passion of Jujai. They became lovers, in secret at first. But soon, it was a secret that could be kept no longer.
When Erahn was five summers old, Myralade's became emboldened by her still-waxing passion for her lover. She ran away with the Oblivionite, leaving her family in the Plane for torrid romance in the dark land of Soldul.
Erahn himself did not entirely understand what was happening, but his father, Tarhal, was devastated by the betrayal. His grandmother had to spend a great deal of time talking the artist off of the verge of foolish and reckless acts. His father was saved by an unexpected turn of its own – he too had been having an affair, his needs for male companionship not being met in the marriage his parents had approved of. He had loved Myralade... she had been his soulmate... but she hadn't been everything she needed, not until she was gone. His lover, a pleasant family friend named Mao Baanji, offered to take in Tahal and take care of him until he could take care of his own son. He understood the situation, and made himself available to help however he could.
Mao soon found that this would be more difficult than he had thought. With Tarhal outed, blame turned from Myralade to him – of course she had run away – he hadn't been able to please her. Friends and family turned on the poor man, claiming that he should have tried harder to please her, or that he was somehow sick, or unworthy. This did not help his health, and Mao found taking care of him a full time job. He attempted to find money wherever he could, once even – shamefully – trying to coerce Erahn to steal from his teachers.
This meant that Gia, Erahn's grandmother, had to raise him full time. Gia had a comfortable sum of money and made a decent living as a masseuse, and also had many kindly well-off connections. Erahn was well provided for. Her mind was beginning to go, but only beginning and she saw enough time ahead of her to make sure her grandson would be settled.
And then the Mara came and Gia saw no other option than to be called into action to defend the plane. She returned mostly unscathed physically, but the stress and trauma of the battle began to hasten her deterioration. To take the stress off of her and allow her to stay functional, Erahn was removed from her care and boarded full-time at his music school...
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Posted: Mon Feb 02, 2015 8:46 pm
People:Yrre:Gia:Saedasti:Rps and SolosX - Not so Sweet Sales (Yrre and Era) X - To your health (Sae and Era) X - Testing Times (Sae and Era)
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Posted: Mon Feb 02, 2015 8:47 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 02, 2015 8:49 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 02, 2015 8:50 pm
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