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 Posted: Fri Jul 22, 2011 3:31 pm
GREGOIR BASCOV ◄ ◄ ◄ Manozz55xxxxxxxxxxxx   xxxxxx[ ȶ | ћ | e | Ɍ | u | ɗ | ɨ | ɱ | e | n | ȶ | s ]... N a m e : Gregoir BascovS p e c i e s : Elf G e n d e r : MaleA g e : 17 H e i g h t : six foot W e i g h t : One-hundred (looks to be one-hundred and fifty.) E y e s : Hazel S k i n T o n e : Dark S e x : Straight B u i l d : Average build O t h e r N o t a b l e F e a t u r e s : None at the current time xxxxxx[ ȶ | ћ | e | Ρ | σ | s | ɨ | ȶ | ɨ | σ | n ]... K i n g d o m : Prudence C l a s s : Prince O c c u p a t i o n : Skirt Chasing Lech; professional alcoholic A l l i e s : Jasper E n e m i e s : Those who oppose Alcohol xxxxxx[ ȶ | ћ | e | H | ɨ | s | ȶ | σ | r | ӌ ]... H i s t o r y : Gregoir growing up was not so normal. In fact he was far from being like the rest of his sibilings. He wasn't always like this but the way his parents drooled over Demetri made him grow distant. And at age ten he discovered an old ale storage his father had. His curiosity lead him to drink some, and then more, and then even more. And by the time that he was finished he had nearly drunk himself to death. The doctors said it was a miracle that he even lived.
After that incident his father had the ale storage sealed off and there was no way to gain access. But Gregoir wanted more of, what he called, the miracle drink. So he began sneaking out of the castle and going to local taverns to drink. The barkeeps questioned him but he shoved the royalty card in their face and was no longer denied drink. He would often stumble home bruised from falling so much. Many called him a disgrace and an embarresment to the crown. His own parents bought into the public and deemed that he was adopted out of the goodness of their heart. A few knew the truth but they were silenced.
Then at age fifteen Gregoir had his first encounter with a barmaid. She noticed his wealth and attached to him in an instant. He'd been curious about the female sex for a while now and saw this as an opportune moment. Granted his parents would have her killed if he brought her back to the castle for a night of fun. So he took her to a local inn and they had their fun there. But by morning the woman was left heartbroken to see that she was the only one laying in the bed. She was not the only victim of this act. Countless women fell before Gregoir. Blinded by his wealth and noticeable power of authority. He thought of it as a game and soon tried to see how many he could court in a night before he had to go back to the castle.
A few months after his seventeenth birthday Gregoir was sent off to Veritas' estate. A long way away from home. There he met some interesting people and has broken the hearts of many maids who reside there. But he's yet to score with one of the royal members of the other kingdoms. But the ale is good and the women are abundant. He couldn't ask for much more than that. P e r s o n a l i t y : How to put this... Gregoir will do what it takes in hopes of "getting lucky" Whether that be a charming and seductive male. Or displaying some sort of power to make women cling to him. He's also a bit short tempered when he's not on the drink and often has awkward moments. But on the drink he's prone to sudden mood swings. He could be happy and bubbly and even tolerable. But the slightest thing as his drink not being filled could send him in a temper tantrum that makes him... not so tolerable. L i k e s : Chasing skirts, intaking heavy doses of alcohol, bunny rabbits. D i s l i k e s : Coffee absolutely despises it. xxxxxx[ ȶ | ћ | e | A | ɗ | ɗ | ɨ | ȶ | ɨ | σ | n | s ]... P o w e r : Telekinetic ]xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r S t r e n g t h s : Gregoir has used his power enough to be able to move most obstacles out of his way. He can pick up objects from across the room and bring them over to him. ]xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r W e a k n e s s e s : He hasn't mastered organic movement. Thus meaning he can't move humans. And theres a certain weight limit to what he can pick up. With more training this weight limit increases. ]xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r M a s t e r y :
7 - trained, less problems with using the power
W e a p o n s : Elven Longsword 
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Posted: Fri Jul 22, 2011 3:55 pm
Micah Gavini ◄ ◄ ◄ Sagittarius girlxxxxxxxxxxxx  xxxxxx[ ȶ | ћ | e | Ɍ | u | ɗ | ɨ | ɱ | e | n | ȶ | s ]... N a m e : Micah Gavini S p e c i e s : Half Angel, One Fourth Human and One Fourth Demon G e n d e r : Female A g e : 21 years old H e i g h t : 5''6 W e i g h t : 120 E y e s : They typically are silver however will change when one of her two natures take hold. Crimson for her demon side and a deep blue for her angelic side. S k i n T o n e : Fair S e x : Micah is into either. She has no preference. B u i l d : She is slender with ample amount of curves but beneath it all she has a slight muscular build. O t h e r N o t a b l e F e a t u r e s : In her neutral form she has silver hair with black streaks, showing neither demon nor angle. xxxxxx[ ȶ | ћ | e | Ρ | σ | s | ɨ | ȶ | ɨ | σ | n ]... K i n g d o m : Lust C l a s s : Former Heiress O c c u p a t i o n : None A l l i e s : None at the moment E n e m i e s : None at the moment xxxxxx[ ȶ | ћ | e | H | ɨ | s | ȶ | σ | r | ӌ ]... H i s t o r y : Micah is the eldest daughter of Lust, she is also one of the most disliked by her father. Richard (the king of lust) met an angel named Salina, his sin instantly got the best of him and he bedded her. This single act of lust, of passion resulted in Micah's conception. Salina allowed the king to know that a child was on it's way and he was pleased. Praying for a son who would not be a disappointment to him. When Micah was finally born, the labor was difficult and sadly the angel mother did not make it. Offering her life to save her daughters.
Richard took pity upon Micah, after all she was his daughter, but as she grew and began to look more and more like her mother his hate for his daughter grew. Plus she was a constant reminder of his sin, of his weakness. Micah grew and flourished as a princess, never really knowing her father only when she occasionally saw him. Yet he looked at her with disgust. When the Princess turned sixteen she was sent away to court and before hand she really kept to herself. Not wanting to find or be a burden. She would have her nose in a book. Which sacrificed her relationships with her siblings.
While at court the Princess caught the eye of a certain royal. Actually many royals took great interest in the fair skinned princess. But this one in particular was charming, older and more mysterious than the others. When she first met him, she wasn't aware of who he was. Rather that information came later. He was charming and swept the young princess off of her feet only to break her heart and take advantage of her sin and took her virtue with out her permission. She later learned that it was none other than the King of Hubris. This single act lead Micah to disliking the hubris kingdom.
It also lead to her learning how to fight and to become a master swordsmen so that no other man, or being would be able to take advantage of her. She trained daily till she was able to use her weapon of choice, a curved blade, to perfection. After she acquired the knowledge of how to properly use this blade she moved onto learning how to use the fighting style fan. She is still learning how to use this one but she is getting there.
As time ticked the Princess learned to move past the things that had happened in her past. Soon becoming back to herself and developing into a charming young woman with a bright future. P e r s o n a l i t y : Micah is extremely flirtatious, her sin more or less a close companion to her. She is sociable and kind but at times she allows her darker side to slip free and can become consumed by her demonic side. Which leads to her having a short temper, a sharp tongue. And if pushed to far out bursts of rage. What she's capable of doing when pushed the the breaking point are things she'd not wish to happen.
The princess also has a very protective side to her, especially when it comes to her younger siblings (Lorelei and Cat). It has grown over the years she has spent at court and the time she was robbed from being a young girl. She hopes that if she's able to protect her siblings, they will not share the same fate that she had with the King. Hoping that she might be able to spare them from the tempting arms of a man or woman who may wish to harm them. In particular her youngest sister, Lorelei, who would likely draw much attention to herself. (With her voice being so tempting.)
Regardless of what her siblings may feel toward her, she loves each of them. While her feelings toward her father are...complicated. She appreciates him taking her in yet she could careless for him. Her heart is as cold as stone when it comes to him. As his seems to be for her. L i k e s : She enjoys reading, along with learning how to use different weapons. Micah also enjoys horse back ridding the feel of the wind as it brushes against her face and the freedom it gave her. A freedom that she never had at home or in the court. Other things she enjoys are being in the company of nature, flirting with men and woman who catch her eye.
D i s l i k e s : Micah highly dislikes ignorance or those who wish to seek harm against her family or loved ones. She dislikes confrontations and tries to avoid them if possible. She also highly dislikes that she has to hid half of what she is at all times. xxxxxx[ ȶ | ћ | e | A | ɗ | ɗ | ɨ | ȶ | ɨ | σ | n | s ]... P o w e r : Telepathic Communication ]xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r S t r e n g t h s : She is able to have private conversations with said individual with out the worry of others hearing the conversation. This can also be used to track someone down if they call out to her and are in trouble. ]xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r W e a k n e s s e s : It can not physically harm another human or any living thing and leaves her open to psychic attacks. ]xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r M a s t e r y : 7 P o w e r : Advanced Electrokinesis also known as Electrokinesis Blast ]xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r S t r e n g t h s : Micah is able to project a highly concentrated form lightning/electricity from the center of her palms. It typically looks like a bolt of pure white light shooting from her hands. This power can effectively electrocute the person it is aimed at and with concentration Micah is able to control how much is used. Anywhere from a small zap for a warning or an extremely high voltage charge meant to kill. This form of attack can stop the heart, or short circuit the brain ending the persons life. ]xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r W e a k n e s s e s : This ability takes a lot out of Micah and it tends to drain her if she uses to much of this power or to often. Micah must not be touching water or be near when using this ability for it will back lash and she will end up zapping herself and because water is a good conductor of electricity (unless it is pure water with no impurities) it will backlash against her. As I said before it takes a lot out of Micah and it also takes large amounts of concentration the slightest distraction can lead to a catastrophe. This ability also is affected by her mood, in particular rage. When she is angry her demonic side rears it's head and that is where this ability is drawn from. If she becomes to angry the power will become unstable and she will be unable to control it. Thus it will lash out at who ever is near to her possibly harming them and herself. ]xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r M a s t e r y : 5 W e a p o n s : A curved blade and a fighting style fan
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Posted: Fri Jul 22, 2011 3:56 pm
Mishka Masterson ◄ ◄ ◄ Username herexxxxxxxxxxxx  xxxxxx[ ȶ | ћ | e | Ɍ | u | ɗ | ɨ | ɱ | e | n | ȶ | s ]... N a m e : Mishka Masterson S p e c i e s : Half Human - Half Siren G e n d e r : Female A g e : 20 years old H e i g h t : 5''4 W e i g h t : 110 E y e s : Pale Blue S k i n T o n e : Bronze S e x : Bisexual B u i l d : Petite, narrow waist and curves O t h e r N o t a b l e F e a t u r e s : A seres of small scars that cover the backs of her hands and arms from where her brother attacked her when he didn't have control of himself. xxxxxx[ ȶ | ћ | e | Ρ | σ | s | ɨ | ȶ | ɨ | σ | n ]... K i n g d o m : Wrath C l a s s : Princess O c c u p a t i o n : To look pretty A l l i e s : Her brothers Lucas and Lincoln E n e m i e s : None at the moment xxxxxx[ ȶ | ћ | e | H | ɨ | s | ȶ | σ | r | ӌ ]... H i s t o r y : The twin's story starts out before their birth, or even before their conception.Their father sought after the perfect weapon, he wanted children that would be that. When he met Anya a siren, he found that he could have that. He courted her and when she finally gave into his call he bedded her. This was more than just mere sex it was a ritual to create the perfect children. He took a powerful mage with him on this night an a spell was preformed to make his children take more after the siren that was embedded in their mother's body and to more or less make the human in them such a smallest of amounts that wouldn't show in them. Just enough so that if questioned he could prove that the child was indeed his.
Anya soon was with child and to everyones surprise she gave birth to two twins (Mishka and Lucas). They were the youngest of wrath and dread instantly fell upon the kingdom. The princess had been born with out so much of a cry and her father and mother feared she was a still born. In-comparison to Lucas who had come out in true wrath fashion, screaming at the top of his lungs. It wasn't until the tiny infant opened her eyes and looked up at him, with a single look deep with in those blue pools that said she knew more than what a baby should know.
The King was pleased that his children were both alright even though he'd only expected one child, a healthy male he was all the more pleased to know that he had a daughter to cherish. The King tended to pay most of his attentions on his daughter, seeing to her every tiny whim as she grew up. Even at the age of three when she was barely big enough to hold most instruments if she asked for them he would gladly give them to her. Mishka was very talented with various instruments and constantly found a new one to learn how to play. Her favorites to learn had been the cello, flute, piano and violin. All of which she can play beautifully.
Mishka's relationships with her siblings were close. Her two favorite were (of course) Lucas and her eldest brother and Future King Lincoln. She often (as a small child) would play with her twin, they were practically inseparable. The two were so close that roomers had spread that the two were...too close. The twins played together constantly and Mishka constantly begged him to listen to her music. He obliged her whims and listened which made her ecstatic.
But at the ripe age of ten the twins were separated. Lucas was pulled from his sister's arms and placed in the military and thus triggering the wrath that lingered in side the normally peaceful daughter of wrath. The princes quiet literally threw a fit and her father tried his best to comfort her but it was useless. She'd never been far from Lucas since they were conceived. And even when they had some distance they were always communicating thanks to Mishka's ability.
After some time the young princess moved past this and returned to herself, it took about a month for her to get back to herself and to come out of her anger and depression. And slowly but surely the princess managed to perfect her gift and was able to reach Lucas over long distances, to talk to him and that had been the turning point that made her calm down. Being able to talk to him and see how he was doing. It kept her at ease.
Sometime later when Mishka was thirteen she noticed that she got funny looks from men and some woman. It had begun to bother her and she had never really thought much about it till one day she was in a group of boys and they all seemed to have this lustful look about them. The young princess became frightened but was rescued by her elder brother Lincoln who told all the boys to go home else they would be in trouble. The boys snapped from their daze and Mishka was escorted by Lincoln to their father. The situation was explained and the King called in Mishka's mother Anya who had been living just outside of the Kingdom to keep away from the cruel hands of the Queen. (Who didn't like the twins or their mother, even though the woman had no room to talk because she herself gave birth to bastards).
Anya came in and explained to Mishka what was going on. "You are a siren, or rather half a siren but it still is laced with in your voice. You must learn to control it. This gift is triggered by you becoming a woman. It drawing men and sometimes woman to you and making them want you in a way that isn't acceptable of a princess. At least at this point and time, when you're married to a prince that is when you are able to partake in such activities. " Her mother had explained, only leaving her with more questions. Anya did her best to answer each question about the gift and Mishka slowly learned how to control it. To hold it from her voice when she wanted to and to use it to her advantage.
It was a long and grueling process and she didn't successfully learn to hold it from her cords till she was eighteen, but prior to that she learned to turn the volume down.
When Mishka was sixteen she began to meet various suitors and also received two gifts (that she still carries with her) a Kantana from her elder brother Lincoln.
Yet the most exciting event happened a few days after her birthday when she met Jasper. He was the son of a Knight that was part of her Kingdom. She'd seen him before but had never really spoken to him and even her meeting him was an odd event. Considering she nearly beheaded him. Yet after that moment there was a slow and steady fire that began to grow between the two. It was a match that was doomed from the start but the two did not seem to care.
Around about this time Lucas fell from her radar, severing the link between the two siblings. Mishka to say the least was distraught. Even the comfort Jasper gave her did not distract her from constantly seeking out the familiar link but as always greeted the sold wall of his telepathic block. She cried countless nights worried about him, about his safety and what he was up to and why he had blocked her from his mind. No word had come to the castle of his death and if he were dead then she would have felt that. Had it not been for her brother Lincoln and Jasper she probably would have never emerged from her chambers. As time passed it became easier to not be in contact with her twin, yet she would still search the bond between them to see if it had opened and it hadn't. It pained the young princess but she began to move past it.
Time passed by slowly, and still no word from her twin. At times she almost forgot she had a twin then she would look in the mirror and see those wrathern features and know that he was out there somewhere. Still alive, breathing but would not speak to her. Only her. Her father had heard from him yet he still kept his distance from Mishka.
As she closed in her twentieth birthday many things began to change. Jasper had left to go to the military, to be a knight and follow in his father's foot steps. Secretly she wondered if it was so he could pledge himself to her and be with her always. Yet that wasn't the worst of the events, an assassination attempt was made on Lincoln's life. Her father tried to do his best in shielding her from what was going on with Lincoln but she still managed to sneak into the room where he was kept one night and nearly fainted from the sight of what appeared to be his lifeless body. She was quickly tugged out of the room by Lincoln's mother, the Queen. How Mishka detested that woman.
The Queen had never ones hid the fact that she loathed the twins and took any chance she got to slander them or their mother. Calling Anya a harlot among other things. She'd never do this in the King's ear but when she knew Mishka was listening, was typically when it got the worst. Though the Queen seemed to step on everyones toes including the Kings they were rarely every seen together only during political appearances and even then it wasn't very...polite. The two loathed one another and neither of them were faithful to the other each having b*****d children on the side.
Anyway this encounter between the two royals lead to Mishka running (with tears in her eyes) to her father. Who informed her that they weren't sure if Lincoln would live or not and this only made the young princess cry harder. However she didn't have time to think about this as he was sending her away to Veritas' Kingdom a safe haven for all young royals to get them away from the ragging war. P e r s o n a l i t y : She is quiet and serene a thinker, with knowledge far beyond her years. A charming and alluring young women with eyes that seem to know exactly what you are think, and a smile that would make men go to war. Yet at the same time she had a darker side. A side that is hidden with in her and only comes out when she becomes enraged by something or someone. Granted she has her moments where she is feisty and playful, outspoken but for the most part she is quiet and thoughtful.
She plays the part of a meek helpless princess very well, and most who don't know it believe that is to be true. But others who do know her believe other wise. Others who have seen what she can do when angered, those are the ones who know her best. The young princess is also protective over her siblings. Not in an overbearing sort of way but she will stand up for them if the need arises. She's also very loyal to her family regardless of their feelings toward her. L i k e s : She enjoys any type of instrument. In particular the violin, flute, cello and piano. She also enjoys being near her siblings and enjoys the times that they've spent together. She also enjoys composing music and creating complicated pieces. She also enjoys spending time with her biological mother all though that is a very rare occasion because the Queen detests the woman so much. Weather it be because of how youthful her mother is or weather it be that the king keeps her close to the castle, Mishka will never know.
Other things she enjoys are storms, the way the air smells after a good fall of rain. Her favorite season is fall, when the leaves begin to change color and the air becomes crisp. She enjoys wearing modest yet not too modest attire. Tending to wear corsets and dresses that hug her curves. Her favorite jeweler would have to be her ring and necklace from her father that have sapphires in them. (Sapphires after all are her favorite jewel.) D i s l i k e s : Her dislikes depend greatly upon her mood but the top three things that she seems to dislike the most. Are men that are unfaithful (This is probably due to the fact that her father and step mother are never faithful and she just does not want to live that sort of life.). Ignorance and those who look for petty fights and sit there and pick and pick until the other person's temper explodes. xxxxxx[ ȶ | ћ | e | A | ɗ | ɗ | ɨ | ȶ | ɨ | σ | n | s ]... P o w e r : Telepathic Communication (Telepathic Link with her Twint and only with him.) ]xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r S t r e n g t h s : She is able to speak to another's person's mind with out others interfering with the conversation. She is also able to read/merge her mind with Lucas. But it is only with him that she is able to do this with. It enables her to find and talk to him over long distances. ]xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r W e a k n e s s e s : She is open to psychic attacks and Lucas has learned how to block this link and at any point and time can close his mind off to her and if the link is severed then she is unable to talk to him or feel him in anyway shape or form. One of the biggest down sides to this is Mishka is able to feel everything her brother is experiencing when their minds are merged. That will rage from his emotions to physical pain. ]xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r M a s t e r y : 6 P o w e r : Siren's call ]xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r S t r e n g t h s : She is able to use it to get out of sticky situations and to seduce men and some woman in order to get her way.The effects of Mishka's strongest siren's call can last up to twenty four hours after exposure -- this is for those she intentionally tries to snare.The key to her power is her voice... which she can use to attempt to enchant someone. ]xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r W e a k n e s s e s : Ones someone has befallen the call it is hard for them to slip free of it as long as they are with in ear shot of the princess and at times she can't keep it from her voice. Such as when she is really aroused or scared. ]xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r M a s t e r y : 5 W e a p o n s : A Kantana
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Posted: Fri Jul 22, 2011 3:57 pm
Lucas Masterson ◄ ◄ ◄ Username herexxxxxxxxxxxx  xxxxxx[ ȶ | ћ | e | Ɍ | u | ɗ | ɨ | ɱ | e | n | ȶ | s ]... N a m e : Lucas Masterson S p e c i e s : Half Human - Half Siren G e n d e r : Male A g e : 20 years old H e i g h t : 6'' 4 W e i g h t : 195lbs E y e s : Dark Brown S k i n T o n e : Bronze S e x : Straight B u i l d : Very muscular, broad shoulders and well defined muscles. O t h e r N o t a b l e F e a t u r e s : Lucas has a scar on his left shoulder from where a blade sliced through his skin when he was thirteen. xxxxxx[ ȶ | ћ | e | Ρ | σ | s | ɨ | ȶ | ɨ | σ | n ]... K i n g d o m : Wrath C l a s s : Prince O c c u p a t i o n : Liuetenant of the Military A l l i e s : His sister and brother Lincoln E n e m i e s : None as of now xxxxxx[ ȶ | ћ | e | H | ɨ | s | ȶ | σ | r | ӌ ]... H i s t o r y : The twin's story starts out before their birth, or even before their conception.Their father sought after the perfect weapon, he wanted children that would be that. When he met Anya a siren, he found that he could have that. He courted her and when she finally gave into his call he bedded her. This was more than just mere sex it was a ritual to create the perfect children. He took a powerful mage with him on this night an a spell was preformed to make his children take more after the siren that was embedded in their mother's body and to more or less make the human in them such a smallest of amounts that wouldn't show in them. Just enough so that if questioned he could prove that the child was indeed his.
Anya soon was with child and to everyones surprise she gave birth to two twins (Mishka and Lucas). They were the youngest of wrath and dread instantly fell upon the kingdom. The princess had been born with out so much of a cry and her father and mother feared she was a still born. In-comparison to Lucas who had come out in true wrath fashion, screaming at the top of his lungs. It wasn't until the tiny infant opened her eyes and looked up at him, with a single look deep with in those blue pools that said she knew more than what a baby should know.
The King was pleased that his children were both alright even though he'd only expected one child, a healthy male he was all the more pleased to know that he had a daughter to cherish. None the less the King loved both his new children and Lucas quickly grew into a child along the side of his twin sister. He loved her dearly and it seemed she felt the same way for him. Though he constantly had this habit of being pulled into her musical sessions and had to listen to her as she played. He didn't mind, ones his sister got good at playing. It was actually very enjoyable. Though his heart never truly laid in the same areas his quiet sister's did. He loved to fight, to pick and win fights, to in secret learn how to use a weapons. The young prince also had one of the worst tempers that was easily triggered.
When Lucas was ten he was taken from his home and thrown into the military. He was the youngest there and quickly taken under the wing of a General known as Maliki. Who also happened to be his cousin on his mother's side. Unlike his mother or himself Maliki had no traits of the siren. As he put it, it completely skipped him, but the older man wasn't in the least bit concerned about this. Yet it made Lucas wonder if it had skipped him as well. Yet he later learned at the age of thirteen that it had not but he wasn't exactly like most siren's he had heard of. He as able to bring about not only lust and desire but wrath. This was discovered when he was sparring with another young lad and with his anger growing beneath the surface he spoke to the other youth. With in seconds the youth's appearance changed, anger ebbing into his features as he launched his attack on the young prince. Fear hit Lucas far before the sharp end of the sward pierced his shoulder. He was unaware that he was able to do this, he knew about the seduction but not this. Not the pure rage his voice could create.
Maliki thankfully intervened and saved his young cousin from being hacked to bits and the boy was taken to isolation to cool off. Lucas's wounds were tended to and he was off duty for a couple of days and taken to a local place away from the military to heal. There he met Melrose. A beautiful and charming young woman who quickly stole the prince's heart. Though he was to young to really know what to do with it, let alone what love was considering his father and step mother never showed an ounce of it toward one another. But none the less the two began to grow close as time went by and marriage was discussed between the two. Yet the prince kept putting it off because they were so young and he wasn't sure how his family would react because she wasn't a princess or the daughter of a lord, she was a servant. Their union probably could never be but the young royal was resilient in finding ways to get what he wanted.
Yet the two were not allowed their lives to become permanently intertwined. At the age of sixteen Lucas lost the first woman he'd ever fallen in love with. Through out all of this he and his twin kept contact through their telepathic bond. Yet he managed to learn how to block her from time to time and also somehow managed to keep her from learning of Melrose. Yet he feared that when she passed he wouldn't be able to keep that bit from Mishka. So he placed up a telepathic block that enabled her from penitrating his mind. He didn't want Mishka to know or worry about him like she'd done in the past finding it best to sever the connection so that she would not know. It killed him doing this but he felt it had to be done. He could feel her every night trying to push her way through but was unsuccessful at her tast. Which caused the young prince more pain.
It took the prince many years before he reopened this bond with his twin. In fact it wasn't till he came to the Veritas' kingdom that he'd spoken to her. After his father requested he fall back from the battle lines. He was a prince first he'd said. Lucas obliged and returned to safety. P e r s o n a l i t y : Lucas has many many sides to him and he can switch from one personality trait to the next with out a single clue that it is about to happen. He is charming, suave and a bit of an opportunist; taking any chances he can as long as it benefits him or his loved ones. Since Melrose's death he has enjoyed the company of woman not finding it in him the desire to settle down again. He finds it easier to have many woman rather than one single one, it makes it less likely he'll become attached to her. He suffers from a bit of tunnel vision, once he set's his sights on something he will not stop till he has it, seeing only that till it is in his grasp. This also leads him to be very stubborn and determined.
The young prince is a romantic, sensual going to great lengths at times to see to a woman's needs. Though as I've said before sometimes he has tunnel vision and has a difficult time doing this especially if she were to tell him she couldn't. It would be difficult for him to walk away ones his mind is set. Though he wont be rash about it, he wont take what she doesn't offer to him freely. But he will pick away at her defenses till she does give it to him freely. He also has a strong sense of family and is very protective over his twin, Mishka and would do anything to protect her.
Yet at the same time as all these relatively good qualities, Lucas has a darkness inside him. He refers to it as his beast and it is brought about when he looses control of himself, of the wrath part of his siren. He becomes enraged and does not have logic, rather he resorts to very primal tendencies. Lucas tries his best to keep this side of him under restraints but at times it wiggles it's way free to terrorize those around him. This side typically is triggered when Lucas is under large amounts of stress or when something or someone sets it off. It's hard to tell exactly what that something or someone is until it is to late for those involved. L i k e s : Lucas enjoys sword play and learning how to use different weapons and learn different battle tactics, he likes to memorize each one and then find a way to meld to together to create new and improved versions for battle. He enjoys the finer things in life, wine and woman. He likes the to be in the company of his family and have strong bonds with them even if he doesn't or hasn't seen them that often. Reading is another thing he enjoys, and this doesn't have to be about anything in particular he'll read just about anything. Though his favorite tends to be classical play pieces.
Like his twin he enjoys storms, finding them to be highly interesting and at times during a storm he would ride out into the middle of a field just to watch as it crackled above him with no one to distract him from it's beauty. D i s l i k e s : He highly dislikes the word no and can not stand it when he is told it. He dislikes people who are arrogant and act as if they are above him. He's never taken a liking to those sorts of people finding that they can easily trigger the darkness with in him making him hate them that much more. He also doesn't tolerate anyone who would bring harm to his family. xxxxxx[ ȶ | ћ | e | A | ɗ | ɗ | ɨ | ȶ | ɨ | σ | n | s ]... P o w e r : Telepathic block ]xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r S t r e n g t h s : He is able to block telepathic communication and in his sister's case he's able to keep her from reading his mind or finding him. It can be on a large scale as in keeping certain thoughts from being heard or read or on a much more massive scale of blocking the person out completely from his mind. ]xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r W e a k n e s s e s : If it is activated no one (even if they're in danger) can communicate with him via a mental link. He will feel their presence as they try to push against. ]xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r M a s t e r y : 6 P o w e r : Call of a siren ]xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r S t r e n g t h s : Lucas is able to evoke not only lust but also wrath. The wrath is by far more powerful than the seductive melodies. Where wrath can last up to a full twenty four hours the seduction of his call when envoked can only last at the most six hours. In order to be caught in either web you must be in earshot, it does not work over far distances and it's most leathal at this distance (ear shot). But ones you're away from Lucas it slowly begins to wear off. After the effects have worn off the person is left in a bit of a clouded daze and a bit confused as to what had happened durning the time they were under the spell. Memories come back in small bits and peices. ]xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r W e a k n e s s e s : Sometimes it comes into his voice when he does not will it, such as in moments where he is under high amounts of stress or feeling other intense emotions such as fear, lust and anger. He refers to the darker-side of this gift as a beast and when he looses control wings typically sprout from his back (though they are useless and only for show) and his judgement becomes very clouded and nearly all rational thoughts leave him. ]xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r M a s t e r y : 6 W e a p o n s : A sword given to him by his cousin Maliki.
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Posted: Fri Jul 22, 2011 4:49 pm
Antonius Kreslin ◄ ◄ ◄ Halentynexxxxxxxxxxxx  xxxxxx[ ȶ | ћ | e | Ɍ | u | ɗ | ɨ | ɱ | e | n | ȶ | s ]... N a m e : Antonius KreslinS p e c i e s : HumanG e n d e r : Male A g e : 28 H e i g h t : 6'2" W e i g h t : 185 lbsE y e s : Light BrownH a i r C o l o r : Chestnut BrownS k i n T o n e : Light Tan S e x : Heterosexual B u i l d : Athletic O t h e r N o t a b l e F e a t u r e s : xxxxxx[ ȶ | ћ | e | Ρ | σ | s | ɨ | ȶ | ɨ | σ | n ]... K i n g d o m : Prudence C l a s s : Knight O c c u p a t i o n : The Bascovs Bodyguard A l l i e s : E n e m i e s : xxxxxx[ ȶ | ћ | e | H | ɨ | s | ȶ | σ | r | ӌ ]... H i s t o r y : It is a tradition for the men in the Kreslin lineage to pursue a career in the Prudence military. They served as guardians and offered their lives for the kingdom they so loved. They rose through the ranks with each new generation and over the years, the name Kreslin became widely known among those who served in the King's Army… and those who fought against them. Their valiant efforts were duly noted and their loyalty was rewarded - in the form of a nice house in the capitol city of Drezna. They were on good terms with the royal family but it was Cornelius, Antonius' father, whom he most respected.
The man was molded… born to be a knight. He was deeply loyal, incredibly patriotic, and practically had the chivalric code tattooed onto his brain. His natural ability to fight caught the king's attention and despite having no noble blood, Cornelius was given a place in the knight's tournament to prove himself. If he made it to the final round, the king would knight him. He gratefully accepted the offer. He won round after round and as expected, he made it to the finals. The last duel had been close but it was the king's current prized warrior who won. The ceremony took place the following day and as promised, the king rewarded Cornelius with the title of nobility… of knighthood.
Because such events took place, Antonius was born into a noble family in the land of Prudence. He was their only son and as such, was expected to not only carry on the Kreslin tradition but also follow in his father's footsteps and become a knight of Prudence. Such a task was not at all easy for young Antonius because the boy wanted only to play. Fearing his rambunctious child would cause trouble in the castle, Cornelius decided it was best to personally train his son in their backyard. Like his father, Antonius possessed a natural ability to fight. He was skilled but his disposition was opposite of that expected from a knight.
He trained, more to please his father than because he wanted to… and because he knew he had no other choice. He was their only son and he was expected to take care of the family should his father perish in a battle. And if his father died and he had no means of providing for his family, their house would be taken away and the Kreslins would fall to the bottom of the social ladder. Unfortunately, the nightmare they all feared came true the year Antonius was expected to become a knight. Cornelius was killed in a battle when Antonius was twenty and although he wasn’t yet a knight, the chance of becoming one has not yet diminished. He traveled to the castle to prove his worthiness and he did not disappoint. Impressed by his exceptional combat skills and his surprisingly humble nature, the current king of Prudence dubbed him a knight.
Currently, his mother’s trying to marry her three daughters off to rich men so they could live comfortable lives. His youngest sister’s marriage was the reason why his arrival at Veritas’ palace was delayed. But now that the festivities are over, he’s able to focus on his current assignment – protecting the Bascov children and the future queen from harm. P e r s o n a l i t y : He’s conceited, borderline narcissistic, overly playful, and often rude. But he knows where his loyalty lies and underneath the arrogant façade is a valiant knight who’s deeply devoted to the protection of his kingdom. He's just too playful to show it. While he’s completely opposite from his father in nature, he won’t hesitate to shield the royal family with his own body if the need arises… even if that means turning his back on his family. He can be humble and chivalrous but it's hard to tell whether he's doing that for show or because it's a part of his personality. He tends to fake a lot of stuff to gain attention and a good reputation. Usually, he’s just a royal pain in the derriere with an ego too large to fit inside Veritas’ palace. L i k e s : Himself, his gorgeous flowing hair, his kingdom, his title, vodka, mead, showing off, tournaments... in order to show off, women beautiful women, flirting with said women, compliments, attention, and his family. D i s l i k e s : Blemishes and scars, anything that threatens his ego, losing, condescending criticism, anything that might damage his excellent physique, and his sister's husband. xxxxxx[ ȶ | ћ | e | A | ɗ | ɗ | ɨ | ȶ | ɨ | σ | n | s ]... P o w e r : N/A]xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r S t r e n g t h s : --]xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r W e a k n e s s e s : -- ]xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r M a s t e r y : -- W e a p o n s : Rapier, dagger, and others.
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Posted: Sat Jul 23, 2011 10:17 am
Altonair Wood ◄ ◄ ◄ Aeon-of-Eclipsexxxxxxxxxxxx  xxxxxx[ ȶ | ћ | e | Ɍ | u | ɗ | ɨ | ɱ | e | n | ȶ | s ]... N a m e : Altonair WoodS p e c i e s : Elf G e n d e r : Male A g e : 22 H e i g h t : 5'10 W e i g h t : 164 lbsE y e s : Light Blue, almost grayS k i n T o n e : Slightest hint of a tan, fair S e x : Heterosexual B u i l d : Average, slim build. O t h e r N o t a b l e F e a t u r e s : Noted as having the darkest colored hair in his family.xxxxxx[ ȶ | ћ | e | Ρ | σ | s | ɨ | ȶ | ɨ | σ | n ]... K i n g d o m : Envy C l a s s : Royal O c c u p a t i o n : Prince A l l i e s : Lincoln Masterson (Heir of Wrath), Naedira Riley (Princess of Humility), John Greene (Prince of Fortitude) E n e m i e s : Any and everyone from the kingdom of Patience xxxxxx[ ȶ | ћ | e | H | ɨ | s | ȶ | σ | r | ӌ ]... H i s t o r y : The second eldest living child of Envy, Altonair was brought up with an innate characteristic of being very supportive of his family. This friendly trait carried over to the treatment of others, leading to a very favorable image of him in others' eyes. The young child was quickly a second favorite of the Envy children, behind the golden heir and eldest brother, Nathaniel.
Altonair was introduced the hardships of the war early on in life, as assassination attempts on his life made him much more aware of the consequences of war. He had witnessed far too many of his people die at the hands of war, despite the fact that Envy possessed the most powerful military in all the land.
Around the age of puberty, Altonair began to notice something within others that was not in him: a magical power. It began to bother him, causing him to question why he was not 'blessed with a gift like their's'. It was an important factor in his character, causing a very envious rage to build up over time.
Near the coming of his 22nd birthday, he was sent to the Kingdom of Veritas to be safe from the assassination attempts made on him and his family during their time in Envy.
No word on whether or not they are truly safe there. P e r s o n a l i t y : Altonair is regularly a very talkative person, his polite nature often charms others. He enjoys acting as an ambassador of sorts when talking to others from other kingdoms, and is usually one of the first people to speak in a diplomatic or casual conversation. His quick mind aids him in conversation, and is very rarely left speechless by occasion. He does, however, have a case of bi-polar disorder: his emotions regularly switch quite frequently, given the situation. Like most in his kingdom, he does possess quite a bit of envy himself: he holds malice towards those with magical abilities/powers, due to the fact that he himself does not possess any. He does his best to hide his envy, especially from his family. L i k e s : Family, Berries, Conversing, Sleeping, Drawing, Traveling D i s l i k e s : Others with magical abilities, the War with Patience, Veritas, Onions, Getting lost, Vulgarity xxxxxx[ ȶ | ћ | e | A | ɗ | ɗ | ɨ | ȶ | ɨ | σ | n | s ]... P o w e r : None ]xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r S t r e n g t h s : N/A ]xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r W e a k n e s s e s : N/A]xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r M a s t e r y : N/A W e a p o n s : A pair of hidden blades (a la Assassin's Creed II ). The mechanism for the blades is hidden underneath his sleeves (albeit, much more slimmer and compact than the drawings indicate). The blades are drown out with a flicking motion of the wrist, as well as a bit of gravity (they can only be drawn out when flicked downwards towards the ground, and sheathed when a 'reset' button is pressed on the mechanism). The weapon was designed by an ingenious weapon maker in Envy, and is designed specifically for Altonair per his request.
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Posted: Sat Jul 23, 2011 10:22 am
Claus Revelle ◄ ◄ ◄ Aeon-of-Eclipse xxxxxxxxxxxx  xxxxxx
However, the warlock didn't really place a spell on him: he was actually performing a sealing ritual! Before Claus realized what he was doing, the warlock sealed the entertainer in a theatrical mask. It turns out, the warlock was insane, and in his delusions, trapped Claus so that he could 'never be alone again'. Claus would be trapped in this mask for many years, sitting on the warlock's shelf as the mask collected dust and the warlock began to lose more of his mind.
No record remains of what happened in that time, but after several decades, a masked man emerged from the warlock's cottage, bearing the same mask that Claus had been imprisoned in. The man was Claus himself, but was...changed. He was somehow released from the mask, bearing magical powers and talents. His goal had also slightly changed: he already believed that he was the greatest artistic talent alive, but now, all he really wanted was an audience. He had heard rumors of a God, Veritas, who was bored half of the time. In short time, he had not only found Veritas, but became Veritas' royal jester from then on.
This was were he belonged now. P e r s o n a l i t y : Being encased in a magical mask for several years took it's toll on Claus' formal personality. Before, he had rational goals and somewhat polite mannerisms. Now, his goals are somewhat farfetched and his politeness is earned only in very small amounts; the rest of the time, he's spent having fun and cracking jokes. He takes his role as a jester to heart, being careless and somewhat detached from the gravity of situations he's found himself in before, even to the point of not flinching at death. However, despite all of his jester antics, something dark lies beneath his mask, and questions resulting from what he endured during his imprisonment in the mask have arose. L i k e s : Fun, Jokes, Royals (joke material right there), audience members, carnival settings, Art, Allowing his ideas to materialize D i s l i k e s : Official royal business, being ridiculed for his appearance, dirty areas, sadness, ants xxxxxx[ ȶ | ћ | e | A | ɗ | ɗ | ɨ | ȶ | ɨ | σ | n | s ]... P o w e r : The power of sensory illusion. ]xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r S t r e n g t h s : Claus illusion mastery is something to be commended. While one is under it's effects, their senses become manipulated to make the victim believe that the illusion is real. He can make people smell flowers when they aren't really there, or make people witness a murder when there wasn't really one, or hear the cries of a woman when there is none near, or feel the sensation of a thousand bugs crawling on one's skin when not a single one is present. It is so real, that he can make one believe that they have suffered an injury such as a stab wound or a broken bone if he wanted to. ]xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r W e a k n e s s e s : As strong as his illusion power is, he has not overcome one rather large flaw: he cannot manipulate the sense of taste at all. Though in some cases this isn't necessary, some of his illusions can be broken if one tastes something that was not a part of it. Also, his illusions can be broken when the user feels actual pain, rather than the fake sensation of pain Claus can inflict. His powers also have a radius effect: his illusions can only reach an area of about 25 yards radius around him. ]xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r M a s t e r y : 9 - near god, very few mistakes W e a p o n s : A polished white crook, a tool sometimes used in theater. He also carries a deck of tarot cards that can function as throwing weapons.
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Posted: Wed Aug 03, 2011 2:50 am
SOKAR STORMWIND ◄ ◄ ◄ cideonxxxxxxxxxxxx  xxxxxx[ ȶ | ћ | e | Ɍ | u | ɗ | ɨ | ɱ | e | n | ȶ | s ]...
N a m e : Sokar Stormwind
S p e c i e s : Northern wolf - werehuman
G e n d e r : Male
A g e : 32 (human year equivalency)
H e i g h t : (in order of wolf, werehuman, and human) 4'6" | 6'0" | 6'4"
W e i g h t : 135 lbs | 200 lbs | 250 lbs
E y e s : Yellow
S k i n T o n e : Gray/black/white fur; tanned skin
S e x : Straight
B u i l d : Muscular in wolf and werehuman forms, extra buff in human shape
O t h e r N o t a b l e F e a t u r e s : Small teeth scars all over his shoulders. Larger scar over his left cheek, in any form.
xxxxxx[ ȶ | ћ | e | Ρ | σ | s | ɨ | ȶ | ɨ | σ | n ]...
K i n g d o m : Veritas, formerly lived in both Justice and Wrath
C l a s s : servant (formerly soldier)
O c c u p a t i o n : Head Gardener (formerly knight)
A l l i e s : Lorelei Gavini, Lucas Masterson, Evony Wood, Corrine Masterson. Also anyone from his group in the Catacombs, or the demon-hunting party led by Jack.
E n e m i e s : He assumes anyone from Wrath or Justice might be out to get him.
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H i s t o r y : A werewolf is termed as a creature who is human and can become wolflike under duress. A werehuman is one that is a wolf who can become more humanlike under similar circumstances. Sokar was born to a wolf mother and lived most of his young life as one, but was cursed and tried to live as a human (despite having strong animalistic features). As a citizen of the Kingdom of Justice, he tried to learn how to be a knight. Eventually, he was ridiculed and kicked out in his later teen years. Feeling hatred for this, he emigrated to the Kingdom of Wrath, where his nature was welcome. However, there was too much cruelty that his true side (the wolf) could not endure. Rather than end his own life, he found a sanctuary here with Veritas. He keeps the flowers alive and is safe from reprisal from both Justice and Wrath (both of which would love to seem him dead because he knows of their training). He's a quiet sort, never having gotten good or comfortable with speaking, and sometimes he is slow to understand human concepts. Often appears neutral though he may be severely pissed or happy on the inside because wolf body language is different than that of humans. He speaks in broken sentences because he had to learn a verbal language in his teenage years. His accent is a mix of Justice, Wrath, and his own rough-voiced speech.
P e r s o n a l i t y : Sokar is a gruff individual who finds himself often confused (and judgemental) of human customs. He is a bit biased on wolves being better and smarter creatures than humans, but he has accepted his fate as a member of this "pack". He is patient with young persons, and would never harm one. He is rather protective of females, not because he thinks them weaker than him, but it feels "natural" to do so, because so much of a male's life is devoted to getting and keeping one, that they seem very valuable.
L i k e s : His gardens, so much as to take a quiet pride in them. Enjoys meat he's hunted, but is developing a taste for human food that sometimes the servants share with him. Hunting and running in general. Quiet. People who respect his work and the gardens themselves.
D i s l i k e s : Loud people. People thinking they're superior to wolves. His curse. Thorns in his paws.
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P o w e r : Because of his curse, he can change his shape to that of a werehuman, a mix of beast and man.
]xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r S t r e n g t h s : Besides the ability of speech, he also gains more human-like joints and hands. Does not lose much of his wolf senses (such as hearing and smell).
]xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r W e a k n e s s e s : The transformation is a very painful one, as he has to feel his bones and tendons reshape themselves, whilst muscle and connective tissue pull and stretch. Not an instant power, it take a minute at least.
]xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r M a s t e r y : 7
P o w e r : As a natural creature with now with a human curiosity to learn about everything without wanting to, Sokar realized he can feel general emotions from his plants. Not any one plant in specific, except for large ones like trees and large hedges. But he can sense if they are infected with a disease, under attack from bugs, content with his care, etc. It assists in his duties, though he does not realize just how sentient they truly are.
]xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r S t r e n g t h s : Sokar does not have to concentrate, he can sense the emotions of the flora like a person can hear their friend talking as soon as the message leaves their lips.
]xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r W e a k n e s s e s : While the gardener can concentrate to try to figure out details, it's not a perfect skill, and he does not have a clue on how to communicate back (he may pat a tree, but has no real way to know if they even acknowledge it).
]xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r M a s t e r y : 5
W e a p o n s : Formerly a longsword which he keeps in his shack, nowadays a shovel or his teeth if he needs to shoo away garden pests, or hunt for extra food.
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Posted: Wed Aug 03, 2011 5:26 am
Livia ◄ ◄ ◄ Syrens Symphonyxxxxxxxxxxxx  xxxxxx[ ȶ | ћ | e | Ɍ | u | ɗ | ɨ | ɱ | e | n | ȶ | s ]... N a m e : Livia Anclaime, though she stopped using her last name long ago. S p e c i e s : Elven / Amazon G e n d e r : Female A g e : Unknown - it changes with her stories of her life. She appears to be around 22. H e i g h t : 5' 7" W e i g h t : 129 lbs E y e s : Gold H a i r C o l o r : Chestnut BrownS k i n T o n e : Tanned, from what can be seen through all her tattoos. S e x : Straight B u i l d : Thin, but not necessarily muscular. O t h e r N o t a b l e F e a t u r e s : Livia's entire body is covered in various tribal tattoos. This includes her shoulders, forearms, neck, chest, individual fingers, around her belly button, down her legs, ankles and feet. xxxxxx[ ȶ | ћ | e | Ρ | σ | s | ɨ | ȶ | ɨ | σ | n ]... K i n g d o m : Justice C l a s s : Savage / Peasant O c c u p a t i o n : Necromancer A l l i e s : If any. This can be edited later if necessary E n e m i e s : If any. Again, this can be edited later. xxxxxx[ ȶ | ћ | e | H | ɨ | s | ȶ | σ | r | ӌ ]... H i s t o r y : Livia was born to a tribe of Amazons, the daughter of an amazon shaman and a male elf she never met. From her birth, Livia was gifted with a connection to the life force that bound all things together - it was not until she turned 9 that her tribe realized the implications of this power. The tribe settled in the far reached of justice, and while her gift could have lead her down the path of destruction and death, Livia was trained how to use her ability for the protection of the tribe and the innocent. While the tribe did encourage her to siphon life from plants and small animals to elongate her life, this was justified by thinking of the lives she could save if she remained young and fit forever. As the members of her tribe began to age, they settled in the far reaches of Justice, Livia watching as her tribe slowly became assimilated into the people of Justice. At first, she welcomed the change, often using her powers to channel the spirits of the death through her own being to speak their last peace to their grieving relatives. She did not even recognize the potential destruction her powers could bring until the raid of her village, and the official end of her Amazonian lifestyle.
When her village was attached by Wrathian forces, Livia was nearly overwhelmed by the feeling of so many life forces ending and transporting to the realm of death in such a short span. In her desperation, Livia summoned forth ghastly creatures from death's plain, trading them small pieces of her own life force in exchange for their protection and ferocity. The Wrathian forces were defeated, but at a huge price. Her tribe had been decimated, whatever amazon's remained fully immersing themselves into the Justeen way of life. Livia, while instrumental in the defeat of the enemy forces, over-exerted herself and gave too much life force to the beings from death. Her spiritual body, unable to find the energy to make the journey back to her physical body was trapped in death's plain for hundreds of years. Narut, the Shaman of her tribe, discovered her physical body in the aftermath of the battle and carefully hid it, using her powers to protect it until her eventual death.
When Livia awoke, enclosed in a tomb overgrown with brush since her protector had passed on to the realm of the dead. Absorbing the life force of the vines that enclosed her chamber, the amazon felt youth restored to her, though the world had drastically changed from what she could remember. The kingdoms were larger, conflicts broader, Justice itself socially changed and customs updated with the times. Using her newfound allies in the realm of death to protect herself and the innocent merchants of Justice, the necromancer Livia became a well-known defender of Justice and reliable ally to the realm.  P e r s o n a l i t y : Livia's personality can be a bit off-putting if one does not know what to expect. Her powers give her a very distorted view of life and death - rather than fear death, she encourages people to accept it. As such, she never cries at funerals but will instead laugh, causing some to think she is just outright crazy. She is not depressed or quiet, nor is she happy and bubbly. Livia instead lives in the moment and is very blunt when it comes to her emotions. If she wants something, she will often just take it, and if someone asks her opinion, she will give it without a filter. She accepts the circle of life, as it were, and honors all things, both living and dead. For this reason, she never feels guilty about taking the life from a plant or animal to sustain her own life force at a steady level - everything has it's place in this world and the next. When others are upset by this, she does not let it bother her. She lives by her own code, which is to use her powers and connection between the living and the dead to protect the innocent and her own way of life. L i k e s : Reading, discussing philosophy, educating others on the need for death and the old Amazon ways, jewelry-making, leatherworking, the woods, hunting D i s l i k e s : intolerance, violence towards her homeland or it's citizens, haters of the old-Amazon ways, corsets xxxxxx[ ȶ | ћ | e | A | ɗ | ɗ | ɨ | ȶ | ɨ | σ | n | s ]... P o w e r : Livia is gifted with the ability to connect the life force that binds living things to the realm of life with the realm of death. With smaller beings (namely plants and small to medium-sized animals), she can drain this life force into her own body, thereby keeping her young. With larger, more powerful beings (humans, large prey), she is only able to stifle the force, or use her connection to take small trips from the world of the living to the land of the dead. When traveling from the world of life to death, her body becomes nothing but a shell, and needs to be protected. If her spiritual body is killed in the realm of the dead, her physical body dies as well; and any injuries her spiritual body incurs are transferred to the physical body. Conversely, if her physical body is injured, those injuries are felt in the spiritual world (though they do not physically manifest), and if the body is destroyed, she will be trapped in death's plain forever. This force also allows her to see without physical sight, and she feels her connection to this life force is stronger when her vision is cut off, causing her to almost always wrap her eyes in cloth. xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r S t r e n g t h s : Her abilities allow her to utilize the life force of smaller animals to keep her own age constant, therefore not having to worry about the slowed aging process she does have because of her elvish heritage. Furthermore, it allows her to track certain beings if she can focus on their life force and follow it to their physical location. This force also allows her to see without physical sight, and she feels her connection to this life force is stronger when her vision is cut off, causing her to almost always wrap her eyes in cloth. ]xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r W e a k n e s s e s : If her spiritual body is killed in the realm of the dead, her physical body dies as well; and any injuries her spiritual body incurs are transferred to the physical body. Conversely, if her physical body is injured, those injuries are felt in the spiritual world (though they do not physically manifest), and if the body is destroyed, she will be trapped in death's plain forever. She is only able to take one, possibly 2 people with her in trips between planes, and doing so is a huge strain on her. For this reason, she tends to travel alone, only taking another soul when it is absolutely necessary. xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r M a s t e r y : 8 P o w e r : She is also able to summon forth beings from the realm of the dead as protectors, and can reabsorb their given life force into herself to replenish the energy it takes to summon them and keep them in this realm. She can only summon one being at a time - any more than that and the small amount of her life force she must exchange to give them life becomes too much, and she can be trapped in death permanently.xxxxxxxxxxBeings From the Realm of Death: xxxxxxxxxx- Golznak the Assassin: Golznak was an assassin in his previous life, doomed to wander the plain of death without rest for eternity. During her time in Death, recovering for her return to the world of the living, he became convinced through their conversations that he could atone for the deeds of his past by protecting her and the living when called. His specialty is speed attacks, and is known to be quite ferocious in the battle field.xxxxxxxxxx- Narut the Shamaness: Narut was the shaman of Livia's tribe, and the one who guarded her body after the demise of their law of life. She houses powerful magic, connected to the earth around her. It was Narut that put Livia on the path of good as opposed to the destructive path of death, and she found Livia once she had crossed over into the realm of death to offer her continued strength and protection. In times of existential crisis, Livia seeks her out in their corner of death's plain for guidance and understanding.xxxxxxxxxx- Styx: Styx is the undead spirit of a powerful knight. In her travels through death's plain, Livia befriended him, using him as transportation. He is very quick and agile, often summoned into battle to both intimidate and outrun enemies. ]xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r S t r e n g t h s : In desperate times, these beings can save her life, or the lives of those around her. These beings often compensate for her lack of any physical attributes that set her apart in the battle field. ]xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r W e a k n e s s e s : In order to summon one of these creatures, she must sacrifice a small portion of her own life force in order to grant life to the being from death. She can only summon one being at a time - any more than that and the small amount of her life force she must exchange to give them life becomes too much, and she can be trapped in death permanently. For these reasons, she only calls upon these beings in the most dire of times - she could go months or even years between asking them for help. ]xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r M a s t e r y : 6 W e a p o n s : Staff
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Posted: Fri Aug 05, 2011 4:25 am
LILITH APOX ◄ ◄ ◄ TheeFirstLilithxxxxxxxxxxxx  xxxxxx[ ȶ | ћ | e | Ɍ | u | ɗ | ɨ | ɱ | e | n | ȶ | s ]... N a m e : Lilith Apox (Lilith Enteri)S p e c i e s : Human (Elf with an ear deformity, or something) G e n d e r : Female A g e : 25H e i g h t : 5’10” W e i g h t : Ranges between 120-150 poundsE y e s : Lime green eyes with just a hint of lemon zest around the pupilS k i n T o n e : Rather fair-skinned S e x : Straight B u i l d : Can vary from slim to meaty. Well toned from running around a lot. O t h e r N o t a b l e F e a t u r e s : Lilith’s favorite items are a pair of big combat boots that she uses with her taco mascot outfit (to kick people who mock her), and a pair of tongs she took form her first job. Her hair is a white blonde that is confused whether it wants to be straight, wavy, or curly depending on its her mood (possibly a result of some awry magic shampoo of her own making). Being of a distracted mindset, her weight has fluctuated from a rather bit underfed when she forgets to eat (think sickly orphan that is a perfect chimney sweep), to an hourglass plumpness (when she does remember to eat, she enjoys it greatly). xxxxxx[ ȶ | ћ | e | Ρ | σ | s | ɨ | ȶ | ɨ | σ | n ]... K i n g d o m : Justice C l a s s : Commoner (Royal) O c c u p a t i o n : Vagabond and taco dealer (Princess of Justice) A l l i e s : None at present E n e m i e s : Herself (and supposedly Voldemort)xxxxxx[ ȶ | ћ | e | H | ɨ | s | ȶ | σ | r | ӌ ]... H i s t o r y : Lilith was born to a somewhat normal couple, just average people in Justice (her mother's family was exiled from Wrath, though she doesn't know more than that). Well, except for the fact that her father was a warlock. And not a good one, at that. He turned himself into a donkey before young Lilith was 10. But at least she didn’t have to walk to the market anymore. He did try to impart some magical knowledge onto his daughter before that, but it didn’t take very well. She could turn a rose into a thimble, but what good does that do? (and she couldn’t change it back either) Thankfully, her paternal aunt gave her a ring that helped focus her magical powers (helped her powers but not her mind). Unfortunately, it also imbued her with horrendous and spectacularly bad luck. As such, even though she might be able to turn water into wine... more often than not, it would be deadly poisonous. On occasion, through the law of random chance, a spell has worked successfully.
One particularly off target spell was the main reason she disappeared from her home. Whilst trying to find a cure for the most obnoxious hiccups that ever did inhabit a person’s body, poor Lilith combined an incantation and a potion to rid herself of this plague. In effect, her hiccups caused her to muck up the spell so that she was transported to another realm, another time, another pain in the butt. Living in this foreign realm was difficult and arduous work. But even after eight grueling and lonely years, Lilith is still considered a freak to the people of this world. She just doesn’t blend in very well. But then, no loss, as it’s not like she was considered “normal” back home either. The young witch would do anything to return home, away from the cruel eyes and words of these strange people who demand extra cheese. She would even tell a teeny tiny insignificant (itsy bitsy) white lie. See occupation above. P e r s o n a l i t y : Quick to anger. Even quicker to be amused. Easily distracted. For example, lint in the air can sometimes be quite fascinating. She isn’t the arrogant sort, but can be quite proud of her accomplishments (especially when they work out correctly). Is also somewhat gullible to believe people...and things... (this could be a result of being switched between two realms with contrasting points of view when it comes to magic and outlook of reality) Has a tendency to put foot in mouth, well, more like feet in mouth.(never aiming to insult, just ends up that way) L i k e s : Being a hardcore defender of justice! (with a healthy pint of judgement). To ask questions. When her spells work. Her job. Pretty people with grumpy faces, it makes her laugh, but she likes most people in general. D i s l i k e s : Being the full center of attention. Being alone or being snubbed. It makes her crazy to be called crazy. xxxxxx[ ȶ | ћ | e | A | ɗ | ɗ | ɨ | ȶ | ɨ | σ | n | s ]... P o w e r : Her innate and studied magical casting ability. xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r S t r e n g t h s : Based on possibilities. The simpler the possibility, the less magic (and concentration) that is required to accomplish it, i.e. healing a small wound is easy because it is "possible" that it’s not that severe in the first place. Lilith's ring enhances her magical powers in that a correctly cast spell will be powerful. xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r W e a k n e s s e s : The more unlikely the possibility, the more difficult the matter becomes, i.e. the presence of an ogre in New York City is not very plausible, therefore it is not likely to be a successful spell to create one there. Her mental focus is not affected by the ring, and is naturally not very strong to begin with. The bad luck that goes with the ring will not just twist a spell to fail on occasion, but it serves to provide distractions, which complicate the problem with her mental focus. xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r M a s t e r y : 8 (but see above for limitations) P o w e r : The ability of being attuned to people’s emotions. This is an ability that she doesn’t know she has, nor how to really “read” it. When picking up on sadness, for example, she might just think that it’s going to rain regardless of the true weather (6th sense). Certain other senses fluctuate based on what she’s concentrating on. Food may taste bad if she’s upset someone, or smells appear without source. xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r S t r e n g t h s : It’s fairly accurate on being close to someone, or when in physical contact. xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r W e a k n e s s e s : Distance dilutes it considerably. Her horrid concentration. xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r M a s t e r y : 2 W e a p o n s : Taco tongs (which are much more useful than her magic at present) for combating injustice.
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Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2011 6:55 am
Dean Evans ◄ ◄ ◄ Scatter Naughtxxxxxxxxxxxx  xxxxxx[ ȶ | ћ | e | Ɍ | u | ɗ | ɨ | ɱ | e | n | ȶ | s ]... N a m e : Dean EvansS p e c i e s : HumanG e n d e r : Male A g e : 19 H e i g h t : 5'10" W e i g h t : 175E y e s : Vivid BlueS k i n T o n e : Lightly tannedHair Color : Dark brown with light brown streaks S e x : Homosexual B u i l d : Well toned body of a farmer. O t h e r N o t a b l e F e a t u r e s : He has a thick scar on his left hip that is about four inches long and a couple smaller scars on his left leg from a farming incident when he was younger. xxxxxx[ ȶ | ћ | e | Ρ | σ | s | ɨ | ȶ | ɨ | σ | n ]... K i n g d o m : Wrath C l a s s : Servant O c c u p a t i o n : Royal Servant A l l i e s : None, he's just a servant E n e m i e s : None. xxxxxx[ ȶ | ћ | e | H | ɨ | s | ȶ | σ | r | ӌ ]... H i s t o r y : Dean was born to a farmer man that lived alone in central Wrath. He lived in a flat plan that was surrounded by hills and mountains; the land once covered in volcanic ash was now ripe for farming. The closest town was just a couple minutes walk up over a hill, but over all their land hand privacy. Dean never knew his mother, and never asked his father about her either, but he was fine with this. His father was more than capable of taking care of the boy.
At a young age the boy began helping his father out on their farm. It started with helping feed the animals and cleaning up after them. He would go into town with his father and help with the haggling. His father always told him that his young childish face tied in with his serious bargaining made the buys laugh and willing to buy at a high price. Obviously as the boy grew his father taught him more and he did more to help out. He began helping with the harvesting, repairing the equipment, helping sow the field, the more heavy duty stuff. His father wasn’t all that old and was still strong, but two bodies could do more work than just one could.
When Dean was about fifteen he discovered two horrendous things about himself. First, he had an ability to sense people’s emotions in a way that he could not explain. Second, he discovered that he was gay. These two things discovered so closely together rattled the young man’s world. He had to hide these two facts from his father, at any cost. Why would his father continue to privately teach him how to throw knives if he knew these things? Why would his father continue to keep him on the farm if he knew these things? Why would his father continue to trust him if he knew these things?
It started one day in the market while he was out getting some supplies for his dad. There was a man at the stand where Dean was shopping who was looking at some corn. He exclaimed that the corn was of very poor quality and that the price was a rip off. The man began arguing very heatedly with the vendor, and Dean began to feel it. It felt as if anger had obtained a physical form and Dean could feel it hiding behind these two men. Everything in his body told Dean to turn tail and run. So he bought his corn and went on his way ignoring the idea that he had felt their anger.
How Dean learned that he was gay? Well that we’re not going to get into, I’m sure you can figure it out with a bit of imagination. What we do need to know is that he left home to keep his secrets and to help his father. Dean became a royal servant at the age of seventeen. The original reason he became a servant was to make money to send home to his father. The fact that it helped him hide his secrets was nothing more than an added bonus.
P e r s o n a l i t y : Dean is very evasive. He has spent his entire life keeping certain parts of himself a secret that he now just naturally evades attention and questions. When asked questions he answers as vaguely as possible only giving the information that was directly asked for. If one were to ask Dean where he was born he would simply say in the Wrath kingdom, for no one needed to know more than that. The most information that Dean has ever given out about himself was during the interrogation that he went through to become a royal servant.
Being a servant, the young man instantly became a curious observer just as the other servants were. He liked to watch the noble folk who often did not noticed his presence, this sometimes gave him the opportunity to listen in on conversations they thought were private just because the servants weren't really seen as people. This had, over time, made him relatively observant. Just by watching some of the royals he could usually figure out how they were feeling, what emotions were plaguing them, and if he should get out of their sight or not. Though this was more of a hobby than a skill for him, it was never absolute. Still, he had grown a true passion for people watching.
While completely loyal to his kingdom and people, Dean had a bubbling hated for the royals. He had grown up poor, so seeing the way they treated their wealth and wasted so much sickened him. Of course because of his secretive ways, no one knew this. Now his hatred for royals would never be acted upon because of his loyalty for his kingdom, but he would never go out of his way to save the life of one of them. L i k e s : Dean was raised by a man of simple pleasures and ended up being one himself. He likes sitting in front of a fire with a cup of something warm on a cold day. He likes to go hunting with nothing more than his set of throwing knives. He likes to watch people interact with each other without them knowing he is there. Most of all though, he enjoys going swimming on a long summer day.
He doesn't need the luxury of money to be happy. Now while money always helps, it isn't needed. The only reason he got a job in the first place was to help pay for his father's farm. Money merely breeds more problems in the young servants eyes. He's happier just laying out in the sun on a riverbed. D i s l i k e s : Dean absolutely abhors it when people waste. When he has to take away a half eaten meal just to throw it away makes him sick. His father lives out on a farm where he is lucky to meet ends meet, to have to throw away what these people think is now trash makes him nauseous. Of course he could eat it himself, but he would be punished severely if caught. He rather dislikes days when all the royals seem to be in a... mood. The days where they take out their frustrations on the servants are quite often these days. Over all, Dean does not like being a servant to the royals. While they never notice him in the room, there are always eyes around him. He is never free to be himself and has to hide more than he did when he lived on the farm.xxxxxx[ ȶ | ћ | e | A | ɗ | ɗ | ɨ | ȶ | ɨ | σ | n | s ]... P o w e r : Slight Empathy - He has the ability to sense negative emotions.]xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r S t r e n g t h s : Anger, hate, and frustration are the three emotions that Dean can sense best, but he can also sense fear and depression if the emotions are strong enough. Dean figures his ability is a self-defense mechanism to help him avoid those that are more likely to try and do him harm.]xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r W e a k n e s s e s : Dean can't tell exactly where the feelings come from. For example, if their are two people standing next to each other and one is angry, he will only feel anger from their direction, but not know which one or if both of them feel it. If a person is skilled at concealing their emotions they can easily hide their feelings from his sense.]xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r M a s t e r y : 3 W e a p o n s : He knows how to use a sword, but only well enough to defend himself, his real expertise is in throwing knives. He was taught by his father who preferred avoiding fights and used knives as a defense. As a boy he practiced with his knives by hunting small game. Of course he does not carry knives on him usually for he is a royal servant and cannot just walk around armed. He has a particular set of throwing knives that his father gave him before he left home.
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Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2011 3:06 am
Kirkis Bloodfire ◄ ◄ ◄ cideon (occasionally the Kirkis Bloodfire mule) xxxxxxxxxxxx  xxxxxx[ ȶ | ћ | e | Ɍ | u | ɗ | ɨ | ɱ | e | n | ȶ | s ]... N a m e : Kirkis Bloodfire S p e c i e s : human; more specifically a phantom G e n d e r : Male A g e : used to be about 24; has been around for maybe 100-200 years H e i g h t : 5'10" W e i g h t : 150 lbsE y e s : A rich jade-like shade.
S k i n T o n e : average light, lighter than a fair tan. Hard to tan when you’re dead. S e x : prefers not to be reminded of what he’s missing out on B u i l d : Slim with toned muscles, but nothing bulging unless he flexes. He’s a civilised butler, he doesn't need muscles. Only a lot of dexterity. O t h e r N o t a b l e F e a t u r e s : Kirkis remains handsome in death, looking just like he did when he was alive except for his bloodletting eyes and a dehiscenced chest wound. The eyes are hidden by his red hair, mainly the bangs, which move about easily with his movements, but never seem to let you have a peek at his eyes behind them (unless he wants to show you). As a ghost, he has several abilities that function almost like powers, but are inherent of his "species". He usually appears and feels real, but he can fade away, becoming much like a mist, and then nothing. As such, he can travel through almost all of the castle, and up to a mile away from the castle grounds (with Veritas' permission, he could theoretically go anywhere in the castle, and even beyond this kingdom; has not been tested yet). Able to move things around with a thought, and do creepy ghost voice plus flicker candles and other dramatic lighting. His presence (unannounced) may sometimes be indicated by a cold feeling in a room, but he has gotten better at hiding it, usually. As his visual representation is only a mirror of his soul, he can be dressed in anything he has a mind to. xxxxxx[ ȶ | ћ | e | Ρ | σ | s | ɨ | ȶ | ɨ | σ | n ]... K i n g d o m : Veritas (has lived in every other kingdom when he was alive) C l a s s : servant (to a god) O c c u p a t i o n : butler (head of staff) A l l i e s : Sara Bellerose, Ryan Riley, possibly Veritas (is he really on anyone’s side though?) E n e m i e s : Disruptive guests annoy him, but it’s doubtful any want to harm him. Claus is a close contender for the position, however.xxxxxx[ ȶ | ћ | e | H | ɨ | s | ȶ | σ | r | ӌ ]... H i s t o r y : Kirkis was an average young man with grand dreams of becoming a knight. As he had no male parentage though, he was declared unfit for duty. He instead became a jack of all trades, and traveled and lived in every Kingdom. He had gained admittance to the Kingdom of the god Veritas, but he was attacked on his journey by a highwayman, and killed. His sheer force of will (perhaps influenced by the god) allowed his spectre to remain on the mortal plane, and he was able to meet his 'employer'. He was given the task of being the castle's butler, which generally consists of being caretaker of all routine tasks including housekeeping, cooking, entertainment, stocking, etc. The fact that he is dead does not seem to be a problem as this means he can actually work all day and all night to ensure things get done. P e r s o n a l i t y : Kirkis is a friendly fellow, eager to help. He doesn’t often take his guests’ insults personally, knowing he and the mixed staff (from several kingdoms) are doing the best they can. He will take offense to an insult or mistreatment of another servant, and be quick to either defend, or at least distract. A bit distracted himself at time with all his duties, but he does take the time to relax in his completely sealed room that mainly only he can enter. L i k e s : The polite guests. Servants who aren't lazy (don't have to be workaholics though, he understands people need breaks). Being able to make a grumpy guest smile. D i s l i k e s : People who are cruel for no reason, or something pathetic as their own amusement. Very arrogant people.xxxxxx[ ȶ | ћ | e | A | ɗ | ɗ | ɨ | ȶ | ɨ | σ | n | s ]... P o w e r : His touch is that of death itself, in a sense. His bare touch will feel icy cold to anyone else, even through clothing. He 'wears' his white gloves to help alleviate this somewhat. As a result, he cannot touch food plates, or food/drink itself for very long without causing it to rot. To assist him, he not only moves quickly (with his quick "here and gone" abilities) in the dining hall when helping to serve dinner, but makes full use of the silver platters to help protect the food items.]xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r S t r e n g t h s : Can focus and make his cold touch feel so cold it might paralyze someone (not so much magically, but because it comes as a shock to someone). In very rare cases, severe frostbite might even occur. ]xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r W e a k n e s s e s : Uses a lot of energy of his to strengthen it, from which he needs to actually rest in his room to regain (or be 'powered up' by Veritas). ]xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r M a s t e r y : 9 W e a p o n s : No weapon in particular. If he wants to hit someone, he could, but doesn't know any real methods of fighting. Just a slap or something perhaps. Would rather use his power to unsettle someone than actually hurt them.
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Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2011 3:26 am
Lincoln Masterson ◄ ◄ ◄ cideonxxxxxxxxxxxx   xxxxxx
[ ȶ | ћ | e | Ɍ | u | ɗ | ɨ | ɱ | e | n | ȶ | s ]... N a m e : Lincoln MastersonS p e c i e s : Human G e n d e r : Male A g e : 29 H e i g h t : 6'3" W e i g h t : 180 lbsE y e s : Emerald greenS k i n T o n e : very fair, but more chalky than alabaster (especially in sunlight) S e x : Bisexual B u i l d : Lincoln is well-muscled, a bit broad, but not necessarily stocky. He wears all black which hides his frame a little, and his armor also seems to make him look a touch smaller than he really is. O t h e r N o t a b l e F e a t u r e s : Hard to see, as he almost always has his gloves on, are a set of old scars on his left palm and the undersides of his right fingers. He also has something that looks like a very recent puncture wound, which is on the left side of his chest, just below his heart.xxxxxx[ ȶ | ћ | e | Ρ | σ | s | ɨ | ȶ | ɨ | σ | n ]... K i n g d o m : Kingdom of Wrath C l a s s : Royal O c c u p a t i o n : Heir A l l i e s : Corrine Masterson. Slightly on preferable terms with most royals of Sinful kingdoms. The royal family of Envy, in particular (especially Altonair, Nathaniel, and Evony Wood). On good terms with Skylar VanHolt, Cat Gavini, and Valas Enteri. E n e m i e s : The royals of Fortitude, and their citizens/soldiers in general, not personally.xxxxxx[ ȶ | ћ | e | H | ɨ | s | ȶ | σ | r | ӌ ]... H i s t o r y : Lincoln was the firstborn (and only pureblood) of the king and queen of Wrath. Rumors of his death were greatly exaggerated because an attempted assassination left him so near death that the royal healer gave up on him, and some of his siblings arrived at Veritas' castle before finding out differently. While in the dark libido between life and death, Lincoln's consciousness was 'approached' by a demon who promised to help him live in exchange for his soul. Like anyone, Lincoln feared death and made the deal. Of course, no one in such a situation reads the fine print. Instead of giving up his soul when he dies, Lincoln is actually losing it bit by bit on a daily basis. More than likely he'll be dead in five years or less, but he's the only one who knows about his deal and some of the consequences. Though he does not realize it (nor would the demon tell him), technically he's mostly dead. Not a zombie in the sense of popular media, but his breathing and eating (the little that he does) is mostly habit, as his body does not require this caretaking as much as it did before. Some magics will not affect him like they should, or at least in a different way than planned, because of this. Since he was raised to one day rule from the moment of his birth, Lincoln is experienced in both politics and actual fighting/strategizing. He was also taught the good sense to know his limits and seek expertise in matters beyond his ken. P e r s o n a l i t y : The heir prefers to listen than to speak, though mainly to try to figure out all the angles of matters his allies (and enemies) are worried abuot. He will not hesitate to speak up if he feels it is necessary. The heir was raised to restrict his volatile emotions (both negative and positive), and to hide their expression. He has many secrets, and would respect those of his family or allies if they told him in confidence. Lincoln is not very trusting of anyone who isn't his family, but accepting it, he can still relax a fration around strangers because he plans not to be surprised by any double-dealing. While a master at politics, Lincoln's word is his solid bond, and he would die before breaking it. He cares very much about his kingdom's welfare, and had big plans for it. Though he would not consider a commoner an equal, he would not disregard their life as useless either. He believes in the metaphor of worker ants being the arms that feed their colony, and without their human equivalents, his kingdom would fall apart as an anthill without its workers. His natural rage is kept on a superbly tight leash, and muzzled for good measure. It is his inner strength, though it is rare any might see it's true face (and live afterward). L i k e s : As a slave to formality, Lincoln enjoys seeing it in others, and would respect anyone who treated him (and his family) with respect. He is quick to judge, but not only open-minded to a change of opinion, he would not admit to the first impression before he was sure it was well-founded. People of strong character (he may not like them, but he likes that they stand firm for their ideals). Because of his battle experience, he enjoys the scent of blood and wild chaos of a battle; his state of being somewhat-dead has increased his sense of smell to the crimson substance, though dulled it otherwise to everything else. D i s l i k e s : Rude and uncouth people. Persons of royal rank who are more puppets than rulers. He hates unfounded opinions made by uneducated fools. Because the rest of his siblings are all only half-siblings, he hates persons who think less of illegitimate royals on the basis of their half-heritage. Also despises prejudice of half-race persons since several of his own siblings are far from human. A little bit biased against elves and some other races, but not to make a big deal out of it, and his opinions are not set in stone.
xxxxxx[ ȶ | ћ | e | A | ɗ | ɗ | ɨ | ȶ | ɨ | σ | n | s ]... P o w e r : The ability, if one might call it that, of his body to be able to sustain more than average wounds in comparison to another person. More specifically, the cutting of a vital artery might not be so vital on Lincoln - as his blood has a bit of a congealed quality to it, he may not bleed out as quickly as a normal person. ]xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r S t r e n g t h s : It certainly does not make him immortal (the irony would make him chuckle), but might give him a few more minutes or a little bit of leeway in a fight.]xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r W e a k n e s s e s : First off, it would seem a thing of evil, or a bad omen to many people, with the addition of possibly exposing him as different. It is not so much that it can weaken him, but moreso that it is a tangible proof of his status as a not-quite alive, where he does not have the full soul that a normal person has.]xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r M a s t e r y : 5 W e a p o n s : A black steel sword with the emblem of Wrath on the hilt, and a long dagger of similar make, hidden on his person at all times.
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Posted: Wed Sep 07, 2011 4:09 pm
Madelyne Riley ◄ ◄ ◄ xXxMorbidPrincessxXxxxxxxxxxxxxx  xxxxxx[ ȶ | ћ | e | Ɍ | u | ɗ | ɨ | ɱ | e | n | ȶ | s ]... N a m e : Madelyne Riley S p e c i e s : Half human, half dryad G e n d e r : Female A g e : Twenty-one H e i g h t : 5'6" W e i g h t : 120 E y e s : Blue S k i n T o n e : Fair S e x : Bisexual B u i l d : Toned hourglass xxxxxx[ ȶ | ћ | e | Ρ | σ | s | ɨ | ȶ | ɨ | σ | n ]... K i n g d o m : Humility C l a s s : Royalty O c c u p a t i o n : Princess A l l i e s : If any. This can be edited later if necessary E n e m i e s : If any. Again, this can be edited later. xxxxxx[ ȶ | ћ | e | H | ɨ | s | ȶ | σ | r | ӌ ]... H i s t o r y : As a child Madelyne was sent away from her beloved kingdom to an isolated place where she was expected to be educated and kept safe. Unbeknownst to her or her family, the carriage in which she had taken was duplicated. A lookalike rode the copy and was killed, then sent back to Humility to be buried in Madelyne's stead. Her family was devastated by the loss, while the real princess grew up believing her family awaited the day she would return to them. She sent letters frequently over the years to them, but not once did she receive a reply. She thought this odd, yet her educators always told her not to worry. They were just too busy to reply, they said, unaware of her "death". Despite their words the princess couldn't help but worry. Were they really too busy, or did they not care to write back to her? She couldn't believe it'd be the latter of the two reasons, for surely her beloved sister and brother, not to mention her father, would try to find the time? They had promised to write.
Years continued to pass and still no reply came. She eventually gave up hope, though she continued to write to them, deciding to keep the messages until she came of age and returned to her kingdom. It was during this time that she met the stable boy. He was a lanky boy, blond and green-eyed, and full of spirit. He was always grinning at her and asking if she'd like to play when she was away from her tutors. She was always hesitant to his requests, but she gave in; the princess was lonely with no one around her age at the cottage, so she reveled at the idea of playing like she used to with her siblings. She spent all of her time with the tutors, the only female company she had was her maid who only talked to her when she was a child. The maid hardly spent more than the required time near her. Having an escape from everything was more exciting to her than anything she could ever dream of. And so a friendship developed. The boy rode with her on the biggest horse in the fields, took her exploring through the woods where she first discovered her powers, made little lunches for them to have at the nearby pond, and shared secrets with her on the hay boughs in the stables. Madelyne was never happier.
But then one day they were careless in leaving the cottage, and a tutor saw them together. With the help of the other educators, the two children were separated from each other, the adults believing the relationship between a commoner and royalty was inappropriate and unseemly. The stable boy was sent away, and Madelyne never saw him again. She was devastated, of course. Her only friend was lost forever to her... What was she to do without him?
She learned to tolerate the loneliness she felt. There was no other way to go through the days of monotonous classes and instructions than to build a wall for her emotions. The only time she allowed herself to feel was when she played piano, sang, or ran through the forest and whispered with the trees. The woods became her new companions. Though she never once forgot about the stable boy, the trees taught her how to move on from her despair and truly become one with the earth. They spoke to her, told her stories of the world, of what they had witnessed, and helped her grow plants with her new-found powers. She was a quick-learner and listened well to the old trees, finding that with their guide she was becoming stronger with her magic. She was thankful too. They had given her more than just guidance and no words could ever express her gratitude.
When the end of her education neared, Madelyne grew anxious. Since her family hadn't written her, what was she to do when she returned to her kingdom? The years had distanced their relationship and Madelyne feared they would be like strangers. She couldn't get rid of that fear though. No matter what she knew that time had separated her from them, and she couldn't get that time back. She would have to learn to know them again.
As she prepared for her return home, one of her educators told her of the recent whereabouts of her brother and sister that they had learned from someone else. They were at Veritas' Kingdom. Madelyne didn't know who that was, but she was going to go there and be reunited with her family, no matter the cost of their estrangement. P e r s o n a l i t y : Independent and thoughtful, the youngest princess of Humility is just as her kingdom is named: Humble and modest. She is proper and polite, tending to keep to mannerisms befitting her role. She does not speak unless spoken to. She curtseys when required of her. She is friendly to all those she meets as well as kind. She doesn't share personal feelings or thoughts to those she doesn't know. She doesn't complain or show weakness. On the flip side of that, though she wouldn't ignore all of the rules for her position, she does like to disregard those poised manners. She likes freedom and the ability to be herself, to speak passionately about a topic if she feels the urge to do so, and to share her thoughts if someone is willing to listen. If she was allowed she would spend all of her time in the wilderness, enjoying the company of the trees and the beauty of the life all around her. But she knows her place in society and will do what's required of her title... even if her true personality comes out every once in a while. L i k e s :
+ Nature
+ Walking
+ Going barefoot
+ Adventure
+ Music
+ Dancing
+ Singing
+ The pianoforte
+ Magic
+ Rain D i s l i k e s :
+ Pompous royalty
+ Tight shoes
+ Putting her hair up
+ Excessive amount of jewelery
+ Arguing
+ Stressful situations
+ Loud noises
+ Embarrassment
+ Humidity
+ Fatigue xxxxxx[ ȶ | ћ | e | A | ɗ | ɗ | ɨ | ȶ | ɨ | σ | n | s ]... P o w e r : Madelyne can heal others and since she is half-fey, can control nature. ]xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r S t r e n g t h s : With her control of nature, she can do simple things, such as growing plants or whispering to trees. As for the other, Madelyne has the power of healing anywhere between minor wounds to saving someone from the brink of death. ]xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r W e a k n e s s e s : Whispering to trees doesn't weaken her, though depending on the size of the plant growth she can become tired. For her healing powers, the amount of magic that she uses takes a toll on her body. Healing fatigues her. Depending on the size or seriousness of a wound, Madelyne could very well faint and have to sleep for days. She absorbs the wounds and has to rest after, though she's hardly affected when dealing with small cuts. However, if she corrected a broken limb she would have to rest for a bit. ]xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r M a s t e r y : 7 - trained, less problems with using the power W e a p o n s : Madelyne knows how to use a bow and arrow.
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Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2011 8:59 pm
Indigo Xakstrazi Orizanko ◄ ◄ ◄ S i n k o t s u xxxxxxxxxxxx  xxxxxx[ ȶ | ћ | e | Ɍ | u | ɗ | ɨ | ɱ | e | n | ȶ | s ]... N a m e : Indigo Xakstrazi OrizankoS p e c i e s : Astral Walker; "Take my word for it though friend; given the opportunity, they'd no sooner claim me as one of their own than they'd face me in battle once more." G e n d e r : Male; "In all the worlds I've been to, I notice the women are more oft than not, rather iritiable and, frankly, quite bitchy. I s'pose I should count myself lucky I was born a man." A g e : 1,336; "And thankfully, I have yet to hit the 'ow, my hip' and 'turn that music down' stage."H e i g h t : Six feetW e i g h t : One hundred thirty-three poundsE y e s : One blue, the other green; "Much to my dismay, this is one of my less noticed features, what with the wings and draconic companion and all."S k i n T o n e : Slightly tan; "Strangely so, considering the place I once called home was in the depths of a cave..." S e x : Straight; "It doesn't count if I experimented a bit a few hundred years ago, right?" B u i l d : Muscular, not overly so O t h e r N o t a b l e F e a t u r e s : Much to the Astral's occasional bliss, there are many things that can set him apart from a crowd. Whether it be his wings, which are prone to the occasional change of colour (normally at the worst possible time), or his eyes, each different in hue. Of the more subtle and hidden are his numerous scars littering his chest and back, relics or mementos from his siege on Kahlimgrad as well as various other tales left only to the Astral's memory. Of the less subtle things observed about Indigo would be his companion; an Iron-bound drake of Bahamut's Sky Brood. xxxxxx[ ȶ | ћ | e | Ρ | σ | s | ɨ | ȶ | ɨ | σ | n ]... K i n g d o m : None; "Kingdom? Funny story about what happened to the last man who claimed lordship over me..." C l a s s : Dragoon; "I've always been fond of the title. Fancy that, I end up with Bahamut's Tear in one hand and Alehstrasza's reins in the other..." O c c u p a t i o n : Blacksmith "My plate-mail brings all the boys to the yard?" A l l i e s : ۞Alehstrasza E n e m i e s : ۞Xard
۞Other Astral Walkers xxxxxx[ ȶ | ћ | e | H | ɨ | s | ȶ | σ | r | ӌ ]... H i s t o r y : Born into a distinguished bloodline, Indigo is of a rare and dying breed. Astral Walkers were, by nature, immortal, but spread few and far between the countless Realms. Time, coupled with war and their abilities, have ravaged what was a once great and noble race, dwindling their numbers and scattering them through the reaches of creation. Throughout the time he spent with his people, he was constantly pressured to help breathe life back to their race. However, being the trickster he is, he would always find a way to weasel out of it, something he would later be glad of.
The first three hundred years of his life, he was, as all others, considered nothing more than a new born, and as such, his life consisted of a constant influx of knowledge. Life in general was not much more than meditation in the citadels, schooling in countless subjects, covering only what was essentially the basics as well as the Astral's famed "One against a Thousand" training mentality to turn an Astral into a one-man army. Around his four hundredth birthday, all the meditating, schooling and training he recieved culminated; he finally took to his calling and set out from his home, his family, and his friends. Invigorated with a newfound sense of pride in being able to call himself an Astral Walker, he carried only the bare essentials as he began searching through the entrity of existence, all if it meant he could return his people to the glory they once held. Through hundreds of years and trials untold, he searched and wandered, wearing himself down greatly in the process. He had stumbled upon pockets of Astrals, but was aghast to find themselves so radically different, as though another race of beings entirely. Tales told by the oldest amongst the Astrals he encountered regailed a shattering revelation; everything he was taught about his people was nothing more than an illusionary lie, all devised to keep him blind from the truth of what his people had become.
Xakstrazi, still recoiling from the revelation, spent the better part of a decade wandering with no real purpose, walking simply out of habit, no goal or destination, as though his soul had been ripped in twine. As he overcame this however, he found himself impassioned with one true absolute, one all-consuming mission for his life; to topple their tower of cards, to bring everything, all the lies they weaved and all that majesty lost, he was going to bring it all down on their heads. Ill-equipped with nothing more than a burning passion and his Avatar however, he set out once more, this time in search of the proper tools for his undertaking. Besting a self-proclaimed God named Bahamut, he earned himself the rights to fly on the wings of an iron-bound drake, as well as a tooth and scale from the God, which he used in the forging of Bahamut's Tear, a spear with special abilites that dwarf that of even the once legendary Lance of Hastata. Another fifty years were dedicated to hunting down a God that was widely feared amongst even the Astrals, Sceith. In an abandonned realm, accessible only under the right conditions, he discovered the Lost God's forbidden sanctum, greeted by the unmistakable wails of a tortured soul. Approaching the broken throne, his eyes beheld the God, nailed to his throne by a sword that pierced his chest. Hearing the God's tale, it was almost cautionary in it's essence, reminiscent of his own and what he'd hoped to accomplish. Considering it his duty to grant peace to such an eternally tortured soul, he grasped the sword that kept this God bound and constrained as some form of sick penance. The God let a genuine smile cross his weary face, scared with time. The last words he spoke were those of a lost knowledge, entrusting it with the Astral. As Indigo drew the blade from his chest, the tortured God was released to death, and he found himself armed and prepared to die in the hope of cutting the festering infection that had found it's way into his race.
Clad in light-plate mail, his appearance nothing like when he set out, Indigo returned to Kahlimgrad a warrior, intent only on writing the final chapter of the Astral Walkers as everyone knew. In spite of the prepared celebration of his return, the Dragoon began to lay siege to his former home. Through blood and steel, he tore through anyone who stood in his way, be they friend or family, with a fierce blood lust that was rivaled only by his desire to end the life of the one who created what the Astrals had become. As his emotions raged and swarmed, overtaking his senses, he found himself activating his Avatar Form, filling him with a level of skill advanced beyond whatever the Astrals had seen up to that point. Despite his battered and bloodied appearance, Indigo entered the chambers of the Lord of the Astrals. Blood slowly trickling from the wounds that littered his body and a look of a beast in his eyes, he raised Bahamut's Tear. The look of shock as his spear pierced the resident leader of the Astrals was engraved on his mind that day. As their God-king bled out in front of him, Xakstrazi simply watched with eyes full of a righteous judgment long overdue. Dropping out of his Avatar state, he summoned what strength he had left and waved his hand over the fresh corpse, opening up a Slipgate to a world unknown. Using his spear as a walking stick, he forced himself through the portal and began his new life, always running, always watching. P e r s o n a l i t y : Indigo is very much a wild-card, a sort of Joker in a deck of cards. Given his history, it's nigh-impossible to tell what the man's actual motives are anymore, although most would easily assume them to be intent to bed a woman. When he's not "chasing women across the reaches of Creation", as Alehstrasza put it, the Astral is often described as an out-going madman. Those who know him as well of the Break Arts lament the fact that his title surpassed that of Riskbreaker, as Xakstraszi is known to "free-ball" a situation, regardless of the risks or dangers involved. He is a determined man, despite having lived through over thirteen hundred years of everything from failure to success that couldn't have been accomplished by anyone that wasn't as crazy as he was. L i k e s : Having lived for over a thousand years, Indigo has been blessed with, if nothing else, ample time to figure everything out at whatever pace he so chooses. During his time, he has been notably fond of the "bedroom arts" as he calls them, as well as those of the female persuasion. While most misunderstand and assume him to be nothing more than some sex-hungry chauvanist, he enjoys a woman's company less so for her body and what she can do with it than he does for comapnionship. Given the opportunity, the Astral finds great pleasure in being able to open someone's eyes from the small world they know; to be able to perform one act and paint an infinite horizon for them to see for the rest of their lives, wherever they look, knowing that there is so much more than what they thought. Ever the prankster, however, Indigo has developed a sense and flair for both the thematic and dramatic and takes great pride in the occasional over-developed plan, so convoluted and complicated, so grandoise that even the smallest mistake on the micro or macro level would send the entire scheme tumbling into oblivioun. Hand-in-hand with this is a noted enjoyment in seeing his plan succeed against the odds. Oh, and he enjoys Pina Colatas and getting caught in the rain, as well as the occasional long walk on the beach. D i s l i k e s : While the gift of eternity has given him an infinite supply of time for whatever uses he might come up with for it, it is as much a curse as it is a blessing. Things like life and love are fleeting, almost alien to him, his sense of what they used to be dulled by the unforgiving sands of time. It is true he still pursues companionship, but through past experience it has become abundantly clear that love is something he can never have anymore. For this, he has his lineage mostly to blame. "Hate" is another word that is lost on the timeless man. Over the years, in his childhood, it could be said that he hated some things. However, as both his age and perspective grew, he soon found hate to be all but completely eliminated from his life. The passion it brought about however, the flame that could be fanned from hatred, was brought to life once more upon the revelation of what the Astral Walkers had become and what they would do. Along with the hatred he bares for his people, it could also be said that he has moderate disdain for those who revel in the pain of others. On the lighter scale of dislikes lies the seemingly omni-present (after 1,300 years, at least) "holier-than-thou-art" attitude found in nobility and royalty alike. There was perhaps a time he was proud of his heritage and blood-line, but that time is long past, as well as any traces of such attitude.xxxxxx[ ȶ | ћ | e | A | ɗ | ɗ | ɨ | ȶ | ɨ | σ | n | s ]... P o w e r : Avatar State]xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r S t r e n g t h s : During crucial moments in Indigo's life, whether it is life and death or when his emotions reach a critical point, he loses control and, for however long the Avatar State lasts, loses himself. When he enters this stage, his physical appearance changes and his body pushes itself to critical levels, giving him tremendous boosts in his speed, reaction time, and strength. His abilities, while normally formidible at the minimum, are turned at least ten-fold to ensure he lives as long as the State is active. ]xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r W e a k n e s s e s : As previously stated, while the Avatar is in control, Indigo is all but completely lost, leaving himself with only the bare-minimum spatial awareness. Most distinction between friend and foe is suspended, and the Astral's instincts take over. As the State unlocks his body's full potential, it is naturally dangerous for him to stay in the Avatar State for long without risking the Astral Walker's genetic curse of rapid-muscle degeneration, as well as tearing his muscles irrepairably from the sheer stress placed on them. As such, once he drops out of the Avatar State, he will fall comatose while his body recouperates, only rarely holding onto lingering shreds of consciousness to hide himself well enough or make good an escape. While his Avatar state is more or less a glorified, over-developed fight or flight response from the body, he is just as mortal as ever, sans the ability to dish out and take more of a hit, at least.]xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r M a s t e r y : 6
While he was taught early on in his life that he should never seek to activate his Avatar State, that, as with the warnings of the Ars Arcanum, were ignored in favor of bettering himself in every way possible. Decades after his Assault of Kahlimgrad, he began the slow and arduous task of training himself to better maintain his Avatar. Following that, he then spent a century or so trying to attain some form of sentience while his Avatar was active. However, as with the ability to remain conscious after the Avatar, this was a skill that was mostly lost on him, likely one facet that was simply uncontrollable. P o w e r : Dimensional travel]xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r S t r e n g t h s : Often in Indigo's life, he has found himself facing the business ends of many varieties of weaponry. Whether this is because of his habbits, personality, or just because he dressed funny, he would find himself backed into a corner, facing those who had no reason to die- by his hands, at least. Given only a moment's notice, he can make good his escape through the use of a Slipgate, an old art passed down in the Astral Walker's society. It is through the use of a Slipgate that they even earned their title; Astral Walker. As such, his being able to "portal the hell out of Dodge" is one such ability he uses liberally. On the upshot to this however, their form of dimensional travel requires flight, lest the traveler end up in one of the many Dead Zones between realms. As such, evolution has gifted him with wings, which is "pretty damn awesome" as Indigo has said many times in the past.]xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r W e a k n e s s e s : "Out of the frying pan and onto the sun" is a phrase that is sometimes thrown around by the Astral and his companion. Apparently, it wasn't just enough for life that creating a Slipgate is a taxing enough task, often leaving him vulnerable and somewhat drained for a day or so, but to add insult to injury, there is always a slim chance that things will go terribly awry. An escape made good can turn into the "Oh, s**t" of the century within seconds if luck decides against the Astral. Slipgates, as with dimensional travel as a whole, weren't an exact science (see: piss-shoot), which has caused many a vulgarity to spill forth from the otherwise placid Dragoon.]xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r M a s t e r y : 10
"Over a thousand years using the damned things, I'd be right royally disappointed if I wasn't as good as I'm gonna' get with 'em yet."
W e a p o n s : His spear, "Bahamutʼs Tear" and the Blade of the Lost God.
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