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 Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2011 10:14 pm
Evelyn Bellerose ◄ ◄ ◄ The Misinterpretaionxxxxxxxxxxxx   xxxxxx[ ȶ | ћ | e | Ɍ | u | ɗ | ɨ | ɱ | e | n | ȶ | s ]... N a m e : Evelyn BelleroseS p e c i e s : Half Elf G e n d e r : Female A g e : Twenty-three H e i g h t : 5'9" W e i g h t : 140 poundsE y e s : BrownS k i n T o n e : FairHair Color : Dark Brown S e x : Straight B u i l d : Toned O t h e r N o t a b l e F e a t u r e s : A small, faded scar through her lips xxxxxx[ ȶ | ћ | e | Ρ | σ | s | ɨ | ȶ | ɨ | σ | n ]... K i n g d o m : Hubris C l a s s : Royal O c c u p a t i o n : Princess A l l i e s : Trey, Richard, and Sara Bellerose. E n e m i e s : The Justice Kingdom, Micah Gavini. xxxxxx[ ȶ | ћ | e | H | ɨ | s | ȶ | σ | r | ӌ ]... H i s t o r y : Despite her elven heritage, Evelyn has always been cold and twisted, so much so that her mother left the kingdom unable to accept that she had given birth to such a monster. Though growing up a spoiled brat, much like the rest of her siblings, she cared little for her father's pampering, instead choosing to spend her time training with her brothers. After a particularly rigorous training session, resulting in a deep cut through her lips, the family servants had tried to coax her to act more lady like, but her response was always the same; a solid kick in the shins. When it became apparent that she was at an obvious physical disadvantage, she simply pushed herself harder, opting for the heavier broadsword to push her limits, never allowing herself to fall behind.
As she matured into a young adult, she was recognised as a fierce warrior, and had somehow managed to pick up on the finer arts of behaviour. This only served to worsen her demeanour, adding an inflated ego to an already pompous child. However, when it came time to serve her kingdom, she rejected serving in the court for a more fitting occupation. She took it upon herself to hunt down any and all that would slander her family name, or even so much as speak out against their law. This earned her the title of the Bellerose Bloodhound, and it was a name she wore with pride, revelling in her reputation. P e r s o n a l i t y : Evelyn is a case of the apple not falling far from the tree, for she grew to be much like her father; believing that the world belongs to the Bellerose by right. Due to her lack of care for others, she also shares her fathers inability to settle down with just one mate, viewing monogamy, and relationships in general, as a waste of time and effort better reserved for other, more important issues. Naturally, love is a notion wasted on Evelyn. However, perhaps due to the longevity afforded her by her mother, she does not share his ambitions, believing that sorcery is for the weak, and that being immortal removed the thrill of combat.
She cares little for anyone not of family blood, and rarely recognises even the other royal families as peers. But her family is sacred, and will not tolerate any disrespect for any Bellerose, no matter how bratty or annoying they may actually be, and will defend them 'til the death. L i k e s : A challenge, proper respect, obedience, the finer things, administering due punishment. D i s l i k e s : Disobedience, slander (when aimed at the Bellerose name), impotence, bureaucracies. 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 : 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 jewel encrusted broadsword, complete with the family crest, though the blade shows signs of heavy use. 
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2011 10:19 pm
Theoran Lynth ◄ ◄ ◄ Kandrixxxxxxxxxxxxx  xxxxxx[ ȶ | ћ | e | Ɍ | u | ɗ | ɨ | ɱ | e | n | ȶ | s ]... N a m e : Theoran LynthS p e c i e s : Human G e n d e r : Male A g e : 26 H e i g h t : 5'11" W e i g h t : 160E y e s : BlueS k i n T o n e : Fair S e x : Straight B u i l d : Refined O t h e r N o t a b l e F e a t u r e s : A few faded scars, some not so faded.xxxxxx[ ȶ | ћ | e | Ρ | σ | s | ɨ | ȶ | ɨ | σ | n ]... K i n g d o m : Avarice C l a s s : Knight-errant O c c u p a t i o n : Sellsword A l l i e s : Tantra, Xakstrazi, Princess Madelyne E n e m i e s : N/Axxxxxx[ ȶ | ћ | e | H | ɨ | s | ȶ | σ | r | ӌ ]... H i s t o r y : Theoran was not of noble birth, he was the son of a soldier and thus was bred into the military. From the time he was able to walk he was trained how to fight, until finally he was old enough to enlist. After two long years of service, his regiment was sent on a march against Humility that they did not return from. Theoran was one of the few that survived the massacre, but like the other survivors, he did not return home to face the humiliation. Instead, he renounced his family name, changing it to begin life anew, and spent his next few years as a vagabond, a sellsword; offering his talents to anyone that could afford them.
It was during this time that Theoran began to notice a very clear pattern of nobility repressing and exploiting the commoners. Occasionally having the unique perspective of being a hired blade during feuds between nobles revealed to him the lack of care they had for the labourers and farmers, on the backs of which the noble rule was built. Soon, Theoran grew to resent the nobility, an he sought to renew himself as a warrior of the people. Overtime, his resentment grew to prejudice, considering all those of noble birth to be exactly same, pompous, compassion-less, dictators. He also began to feel the need to undo his pain of defeat, and to restore his honour.
After six years of wandering, Theoran turned his thoughts and eyes to his home, to the Kingdom of Avarice. He sought to renew his citizenship and swear allegiance to the Kingdom under his new name. But his request was rejected by the Royal family; instead they proposed a counter offer. Rather than re-instate his citizenship, they offered to purchase his skills as a sellsword indefinitely. With this arrangement he had the freedom to engage in the more delicate matters without there being a link to the Kingdom of Avarice. He accepted the offer with a heavy heart, convincing himself that such an arrangement was better than nothing; though he wished his days as a sellsword were over. To save face, he dubbed himself a Knight-errant, viewing the task as the opportunity to prove his worth, but again his prejudice won out, and he has began to question the sincerity of his employers motives. P e r s o n a l i t y : Theoran holds true to the code of a soldier, of following orders without question and not leaving a man behind, and he strives for the virtues of a knight, of chivalry and respect to all, but he is undone by his hate towards those born into privilege. He is kind, caring, and calculated, though tends to be quick to judge. L i k e s : Honesty, swordplay, honour, modesty, fairness. D i s l i k e s : Nobles, royalty, extended periods of inactivity, arrogance, twisted humour, disrespect.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 : 0 - N/A W e a p o n s : Dual-wielded longsword and shortsword
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2011 10:21 pm
Alexander "Sasha" Steel ◄ ◄ ◄ Kandrix xxxxxxxxxxxx  xxxxxx[ ȶ | ћ | e | Ɍ | u | ɗ | ɨ | ɱ | e | n | ȶ | s ]... N a m e : Alexander "Sasha" Steel S p e c i e s : Human G e n d e r : Male A g e : 18 H e i g h t : 6'2" W e i g h t : 170 E y e s : Emerald green H a i r C o l o r : BlackS k i n T o n e : Fair S e x : Straight B u i l d : Slim O t h e r N o t a b l e F e a t u r e s : N/A 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 : Bard O c c u p a t i o n : Swashbuckler A l l i e s : N/A E n e m i e s : N/A xxxxxx[ ȶ | ћ | e | H | ɨ | s | ȶ | σ | r | ӌ ]... H i s t o r y : Alexander Steel was born of a family with a long line of labourers, on both parents sides. Blacksmiths, carpenters, lumberjacks, thatchers, builders, even a few guardsmen were recorded into the genealogy. Thus imagine the shock of his parents, and indeed extended family, when he announced, with his chest puffed proudly and his head held high, that he was to become a bard! Vocalist, musician, lyricist, story teller, and dramatist alike! In all honesty, however, his family had seen this coming, and dreaded every moment of it's approach, for from the moment he learnt to speak, he had been a romantic.
Always, the Alexander Steel had dreamt of far away lands, of mighty heroes and monstrous villains and creatures, of distressed damsels and princes of charm. But not once had he dreamt that he would be the hero. Nay, he had always envisioned himself as the trusty bard, not some glorified minstrel, but a friend and musician, following heroes of might and magic, taking note of their quests for justice and honour so that he may one day speak of their tales and hardship so that they may live on forever in the hearts of many. So that he would live on in the hearts of many! He would be known as the greatest bard ever to walk the Earth!
His family had dared to hope that perhaps he wasn't cut out for the life of a bard. Hoping his voice would falter, his ears be tone deaf, his penmanship undecipherable. Alas, their hope was misplaced it seemed, for the guild not only accepted him, but helped him to refine his dreams. It became apparent that he was no lyricist, but he had a voice that demanded attention, and a way with words that left many in awe, and though he was far from the best musician they'd seen, he had a way with his lute that would draw out the emotions of a crowd, as if their hearts were his strings. It was later established that he also had a natural talent with the sword, returning hope to his family that perhaps he would follow and admirable pursuit after all. But again, they were met with disappointment, for he had no interest, learning only what he needed to defend himself and not even bothering to show up for the rest of his lessons.
To the dismay of the guild, on the day of Alexander's eighteenth birthday, he resigned his position saying he could learn no more, and that the road was calling. Not that he had any desire to leave his country. No, his heart and his honour were with the kingdom of Justice, to the edicts of his people. That was until he realised there were few tales to be had, and most were either as common as the sun, or not worth telling. But when he heard of the assassination attempt, or a rumour at least, he knew this would be his big chance. Alexander, no... Sasha Steel: The Weaver of the Tale of the Plight of the Heirs! Never before had he dared to dream so big. P e r s o n a l i t y : Sasha considers himself to be the epitome of humanity, perfect in every way. Naturally, this also implies that he is self-centred, egotistical, prejudice, and is the proud owner of a Superiority Complex. He is not without a saving grace, however, as he is no stranger to compassion, and despite his attempts to deny the claim, he is also a romantic. In times of crisis, the virtuous need for justice does shine through the cracks, though this should not be confused with his initial response of revenge and retribution. L i k e s : Himself, his lute, his parchment, reading, writing, exploring, adventure, music, fine clothing. D i s l i k e s : Absent-minded individuals, being interrupted, carelessness, brutes, idiots, vulgarities xxxxxx[ ȶ | ћ | e | A | ɗ | ɗ | ɨ | ȶ | ɨ | σ | n | s ]... P o w e r : Emotional Charm. Sasha has the ability of drawing out specific emotions through the playing of his lute. ]xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r S t r e n g t h s : Sasha can draw out any single emotion in all those listening to his playing. The emotion, though strong, is far from overwhelming however. ]xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r W e a k n e s s e s : Sasha has no control over where the emotion is directed, or even how it is implemented, lending itself to the possibility of just making matters worse. For example, should he try to quell a conflict between to men fighting over the love of a maiden by drawing out compassion, he may only serve to escalate the matter by strengthening their compassion for yon maiden, thereby fuel their hatred for one another. ]xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r M a s t e r y : 5 - some training, glitches...
W e a p o n s : Longsword, and a hidden dagger in the neck of his lute.
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2011 7:19 am
Ella Farell ◄ ◄ ◄ Cat103xxxxxxxxx  xxxxxx[ ȶ | ћ | e | Ɍ | u | ɗ | ɨ | ɱ | e | n | ȶ | s ]... N a m e : Ella FarellS p e c i e s : Human G e n d e r : Female A g e : 19 H e i g h t : 5’5 W e i g h t : 130E y e s : BlueH a i r C o l o r : Light blueS k i n T o n e : Fair S e x : Straight B u i l d : Small yet busty frame O t h e r N o t a b l e F e a t u r e s : N/A xxxxxx[ ȶ | ћ | e | Ρ | σ | s | ɨ | ȶ | ɨ | σ | n ]... K i n g d o m : Hubris C l a s s : Peasant O c c u p a t i o n : Servant A l l i e s : N/A E n e m i e s : Kingdom of Wrath, King and Queen of Hubris xxxxxx[ ȶ | ћ | e | H | ɨ | s | ȶ | σ | r | ӌ ]... H i s t o r y : Ella is not originally from Hubris, but from the Kingdom of Fortitude. Before her life as a servant Ella lived with her parents in a small town not far from the Fortitude castle. Despite turmoil and upheaval from the Wrath Kingdom, Ella and her family lived a comfortable life. Her mother ran a sewing shop in the bottom of their home; her father was an architect, in charge of building churches not only in their town but also in the nearby towns as well. Ella was a loving child, who helped her mother in the shop and cooked for her father when he returned home. She was quiet but could often be found singing in the orchard while the workers were gone for the day.
When Ella was sixteen years old, a raid by the Wrathan army swept through her town. Her father was out working on a church fifteen minutes away leaving Ella and her mother alone in the sewing shop. Wrathan soldiers entered the shop, tearing it apart. While trying to flee the shop Ella was separated from her mother and shortly taken by the soldiers. She was taken to Wrath as a captive with several others from her village. To pass the time and keep spirits up Ella sang in the holding cells. Apparently the King and Queen heard of her voice and took Ella out of the cells. In shackles she was ordered to sing, and so she did. Thinking the young woman would make a good present to their allies, they gave her to the Hubris Kingdom as a gesture of goodwill and friendship. King Rodric gave Ella the title of servant ordered her to serve the Hubris family until she died.
Devastated and heart broken Ella has continued to serve the Hubris royals, wondering what happened to her mother and father. P e r s o n a l i t y : Ella is a very kind individual. She would gladly give her left arm if it could help someone. However since she has become a servant she is very shy and often doesn’t talk much, only giving her insights and opinions when asked.
Along with being quiet, she is a total klutz. Ella has been known to trip up stairs, spill trays of food and drink, and slip on recently washed floors. This is probably because she is always thinking about something, usually her parents that she has not seen or heard from in three years. L i k e s : Singing, sitting outside in the sun, flowers, singing alone, apples and sewing D i s l i k e s : Knives and swords (sharp objects of any kind really), blood, lightening, alcohol, carrots and the Kingdom of Wrath xxxxxx[ ȶ | ћ | e | A | ɗ | ɗ | ɨ | ȶ | ɨ | σ | n | s ]... P o w e r : Levitation ]xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r S t r e n g t h s : Ella can levitate multiple objects at once, such as books and vases. It is handy when cleaning and carrying things down stairs. ]xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r W e a k n e s s e s : The servant often forgets she even has the power to levitate things. Other than that Ella is limited to objects lighter and much smaller than a human. If someone were to train her she might get better. Maybe? ]xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r M a s t e r y : 4 - Useful, but with problems. W e a p o n s : None. She has a fear of pointy objects, remember?
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2011 12:55 pm
Dante Gavini ◄ ◄ ◄ ScribbledLiesxxxxxxxxxxxx  xxxxxx[ ȶ | ћ | e | Ɍ | u | ɗ | ɨ | ɱ | e | n | ȶ | s ]... N a m e : Dante GaviniS p e c i e s : Human G e n d e r : Male A g e : 13 ~> 19 H e i g h t : Five foot nine W e i g h t : 140 poundsE y e s : Red. H a i r C o l o r : Red. S k i n T o n e : Fair - Medium S e x : Gay B u i l d : Skinny, but with muscles. 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 : Lust C l a s s : Prince O c c u p a t i o n : A l l i e s : Lorelie and Cat E n e m i e s : His father. xxxxxx[ ȶ | ћ | e | H | ɨ | s | ȶ | σ | r | ӌ ]... H i s t o r y : Dante was never highly liked by his parents. He was not a good fighter, instead he was incredibly smart. He had taken to the books over anything else. His father, thinking Dante was not his, always seemed to hate the child. Dante decided that staying within the castle was not incredibly safe, because he thought his father would one day lose his control and harm him. So he took flight and began to travel instead. Before leaving, he told his sisters Cat and Lorilei so that they would know he was alright and not murdered by some hooligan. Lorilei then gave him a ceremonial dagger, which he treasures to this day. He left at the age of eight, taking care of himself by using his wits and his powers. He became a great hunter, and took up the bow as his main weapon.
When he was thirteen he found out about the attempted murders he returned to check up on his sisters, only to find out that they had been sent off to another realm for safe keeping. He immediately set off to find them and keep an eye on them, because who better to protect them than himself? Only soon after arriving he lost the dagger, and upon searching for it his way. He wondered about for a day or so, until he found his way back. Instead of staying around he continued to explore the castle, or was locked in his room with a couple books he took out of the library.
After a run in with his father, in which resulted in his father being temporarily dazed, Dante took his dagger and made a run for it (after making a few remarks and threats to his fathers life). Upon reaching what he thought was safety, and was saddly mistaked, he noticed something stirring within the shadows. When he asked who was there he was knocked onto his back by a powerful spell, one that easily shattered the shield he had erected just in case. The witch that had been recently freed from her painting , known as Minerva, then decided that Dante was far to young to be of any fun. She cast yet another spell to transform the boy, aging him six years. P e r s o n a l i t y : Can be laid back and very calm, but because he still is but a child he can also be very annoying and energetic. He tends to keep to himself, but he does enjoy the company of others that he likes being around like his sisters. L i k e s : Reading, eating, exploring, hunting monsters. D i s l i k e s : Stuck up people, burnt food, being annoyed while trying to read, people being rude, people being mean to his siblings. xxxxxx[ ȶ | ћ | e | A | ɗ | ɗ | ɨ | ȶ | ɨ | σ | n | s ]... P o w e r : Dante can use his mind to create psychic fields to move things around, make shields, and hold people/beasts still. When he uses his powers he simply thinks of what he wants to move, and how he wants to move it. His powers can surround someone, or something, to shield it or stop it from moving, however this will make a shield around the thing also. His powers can move incredibly heavy things that he would be unable to move normally, but with some strain on his mind and body. The power works somewhat similar to giant hands moving the objects or wrapping around them, except he can shape them to his will. Depending on the width of the 'shield' is what depends on how much damage it can withstand before breaking. ]xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r S t r e n g t h s : Moving things from a distance, breaking free when unable to move hands and feet, shielding himself and allies, holding enemies still long enough for others to get back on their feet, capturing people.]xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r W e a k n e s s e s : ] The shields are not visible, so allies and enemies alike could run into his walls of shields. Also, if he has too many of the shields up, regardless of size, it can cause major strain on him.]xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r M a s t e r y : 5 P o w e r : Dante also possesses the ability to telekinetically talk to people, and reach out to find where they are with his mind. ]xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r S t r e n g t h s : With this, Dante can communicate with people who are not in the same room with him, and it adds privacy to the conversation.]xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r W e a k n e s s e s : If the person closes their mind to him, he cannot communicate this way. He also has to be within a few miles to use it.]xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r M a s t e r y : 5 W e a p o n s : A ceremonial dagger given to him by Lorelei.
A special bow that he hand crafted. He uses his mental powers to create a "string". The bow can fold up for easy carrying.
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2011 4:13 pm
Alexandria Greene ◄ ◄ ◄ A1iceexxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxx[ ȶ | ћ | e | Ɍ | u | ɗ | ɨ | ɱ | e | n | ȶ | s ]...
N a m e : Alexandria Greene
S p e c i e s : Half Angel/ Half Human
G e n d e r : Female
A g e : Twenty-Four
H e i g h t : five feet ten inches
W e i g h t : one hundred forty-four pounds
E y e s : Her eyes are a deep oceanic blue with flecks of white in the middle when the moon is out.
S k i n T o n e : slightly sun-kissed fair skin.
Hair Color : Dirty Blonde.
S e x : Men, of course.
B u i l d : she has a long, slender frame with a small hour-glass shape. She's not all that muscular, but she doesn't rely heavily on her body anyway.
O t h e r N o t a b l e F e a t u r e s : she has a medium scar on her shoulder from when she was young that runs fairly deep. It's noticeably lighter than the rest of her skin and far colder to the touch.
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K i n g d o m : Fortitude
C l a s s : Adopted Princess
O c c u p a t i o n : Occasionally goes into town to help orphaned children and volunteers her time elsewhere
A l l i e s : N//A
E n e m i e s : N//A
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H i s t o r y : Her youth isn't something that is remembered or something that was really sought after. She lived with a collection of people, one of which being a female with a small, angelic child. The child had bright, golden hair and blue eyes as deep as the ocean. The fair child seemed like she came from the heavens itself, and she did. The mother, however, was sick, and was in dire need of giving her to a caring family for the husband died of a terrible disease that the wife was now suffering of. In an attempt to save the child she requested an audience in front of the benevolent king of fortitude and his lovely wife. The two agreed and listened to the woman's plea, and both listened well. The Queen, though she did not enjoy most of her children, seemed drawn to the innocent dough eyes of the babe and the King seemed drawn in by the twinkle of curiosity in her eyes. They both agreed to watch over her as if one of their own for the sake of the woman who's husband was lost and since then had named her Alexandria after her ailing birth mother.
Alex was raised like one of their own, and for that she was forever grateful. She was their only daughter and through her childhood caused no problems with her family. She was the apple of her step mother's eye and was always treated with tender love and care from her for she always treated her mother as if she were a saintly figure. Her father, however, found love in the fact she was an extraordinary curious child with a brave soul. She adventured around the castle in her youngest days and eventually began exploring the kingdom's fast rolling plains. While she was very young the king helped quench her thirst for knowledge with stories and fairy tales that he'd tell her every night about extraordinary adventurers and magnificent creatures. A special library was built for her in her parent's castle where she spent a large portion of her nights as long as she could remember. Reading about plants and creatures, trying to gain as much knowledge as possible, but it was never enough. During the day she spent much of her time outside exploring the castle grounds and running around the forest; honing her skills of agility and dexterity. She followed creatures in the trees and gracefully jumped with the herbivores of the forest and meadows. She was a wild child with eyes as deep as the ocean blue and a smile as sweet as can be. She truly was the embodiment of innocence and love and for that her parents were proud.
In her teen years, just after adolescence, her step mother the queen encouraged her to start getting to know the citizens of their kingdom. Alex, wanting to aid the people she so loved, happily agreed and started making daily trips to town: spending hours helping mothers with children, men working in fields, and the ailing by retrieving medicinal herbs. She did it all with a smile on her face and asked for nothing in return, because she was happy she could help others in a kingdom that accepted her as one of their own. The people loved her and she loved the people even though she knew her older brother would one day be their leader, she was fine with just being there. She didn't yearn to lead the kingdom anyway; all she wanted was to help them.
In her early twenties her true adventurer she had left bottled up for so long started to blossom. She learned of other near by kingdoms and traveled the area for the last three years of her life until she was twenty-three. She battled demons and conquered the seas. She fought pirates for days and slept for many nights. With a vaste array of knowledge under her belt and about seven or so of sword fighting, she truly was becoming the fighter her father had seen in her all along. With her long, dirty-blonde hair in a single cascading braid she traveled the country side and battled the demons and people that threatened the way of life that belonged to small towns. she even fought in her kingdom's war indirectly, but upon her return on her twenty-fourth birthday there was an assassination attempt upon her first steps into the town she so loved. Confused and fraught with a large compilation of emotions, she returned to the castle where she spoke to her father about her travels and accomplishments even the recent threat to her life within the city boarders. She then was sent off somewhere else to be with others she was not yet informed of.
P e r s o n a l i t y : Alex is a genuinely warmhearted person. She is extraordinary sympathetic towards others and is always willing to go out of her way to help someone. She has the a heart of gold and the courage of a lion, but the her strength is lacking in that department. Alexandria is extremely adventurous and is more curious than anyone could ever imagine. She constantly searches for new knowledge upon many other things. Though she does have a soft side, she is predominately sarcastic. She's also overly trusting and optimistic the first time around, and almost always expects the best from people.
L i k e s : She adores the ocean, swimming, running, and adventuring in general. She loves helping others and flattering strangers. Sheloves a good, intelligent conversation and craves talking to people. She's a sucker for flowers and absolutely loves singing and other forms of music. She also has an interest in drawing and the study of other people, though she doesn't openly admit to either. Most of all though, she loves storms. She will go out of her way to stand outside in the center of a storm, just because.
D i s l i k e s : She despises those who are cruel to others and take a form of enjoyment out of it and detests anyone who even tries to hurt someone she loves. She hates spiders--oddly enough-- and has a large problem with those who inflict pain on others for no reason. She dislikes those people who are arrogant and finds people who are full of themselves a nuisance. She also dislikes those who are cold hearted and show little to know sympathy towards others.
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P o w e r : Major power of Inhuman reflexes Minor of flight
]xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r S t r e n g t h s : She has cat like reflexes and dexterity when it comes to movement. She has increased agility and stamina making her a very challenging foe. She can leap large distances without her angelic wings and bend and stretch in odd positions with the grace of a ballerina and the stealth of a cat burglar.
]xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r W e a k n e s s e s : If she over exerts herself her muscles tense up and it feels as if gravity's pull on her increases to twice of what it was. the resistance to movement increases the more she pushes her limit.
]xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r M a s t e r y : 6
W e a p o n s : A single silver cutless she retrieved from a pirate captain upon her travels.
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2011 11:46 am
Stefan Masterson ◄ ◄ ◄ cideonxxxxxxxxxxxx  xxxxxx
[ ȶ | ћ | e | Ɍ | u | ɗ | ɨ | ɱ | e | n | ȶ | s ]... N a m e : Stefan MastersonS p e c i e s : half-human/half-fey G e n d e r : Male A g e : 24 H e i g h t : 6'6" W e i g h t : 275 lbsE y e s : gray/light yellowS k i n T o n e : slightly tanned S e x : straight B u i l d : extremely muscular with a solid frame O t h e r N o t a b l e F e a t u r e s : Stefan has very masculine features with the pointed exception of gossamer, bee-like wings that appear from his natural ether (a form of magic energy) if he wishes for them, or when he gets very heated (and which make the situation of his temper worse). The prince is ambidextrous, though he has been noted to use his left hand more often, especially around his eldest brother. He also has a scar on his right upper arm, from a deep stab wound made when he was 16. A less brutal-but more emotionally hurtful-scar from age 12 is on his lower left abdomen, starting a bit above the hip. It's a long line down to his upper thigh, made by a mercenary who'd forcibly denuded the young prince, when the boy had a sweet countenance from his fey nature, something that had tempted the man to destroy his innocence. Stefan managed to defend himself, and his dignity, but it was a close call. Perhaps the event is mainly to blame for the way Stefan trusts almost no one, and how he hates his fey side all the more.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 : Prince A l l i e s : Family members somewhat, except for the king of Wrath E n e m i e s : Unknown, but several assassination attempts make it clear that they exist. Possibly the King of Wrath, but has no proof.xxxxxx[ ȶ | ћ | e | H | ɨ | s | ȶ | σ | r | ӌ ]... H i s t o r y : Stefan is the son of the Queen of Wrath and a male fairy who liked to visit her room (one of the few places where plants were welcome, as the real gardens are a barren wasteland where very few things grow). This father-figure appeared as a normal bee to the queen often, and on one day she had a particularly nasty fight with her husband about one of his bastards, the fairy became human. He was a handsome specimen, and though he did not speak much, he gave her comfort of the carnal sort. At the very least, he was a distraction for her. In due time, the queen gave birth to their son, Stefan, who she forced the king to accept as a Masterson based on the fact that he had sired more than a few bastards and passed on the name and royal lineage to as well. The fairy parent returned after 3 years, to ask for the queen to give him the child. The queen refused, not wanting to lose him as she had heard tales of human children being taken permanently by the fey folk. The fairy returned every year until the child, always angelic looking, was 13. The queen denied him once more, and the fairy shook his head while looking sad. It was then that he explained, saying the child would always be half human and half fairy, but because he never got a chance to be gifted by his side of the family, his human heritage would be more overpowering. In effect, perhaps Stefan would live to be 90 (a better amount than most humans), but not much older than that, as a true half-breed might live to at least 300 years. His body and features would also be more human, taking after the queen's family than that of the fairy. The queen regretted the chance for her son to live a longer life that he should have had right to, but she felt prideful that he would be more human, which she considered more respectable.
As Stefan grew up, the queen mother was sure to approve of his more human qualities, such as strength, fighting prowess, and Wrathian nature. She (as well as most everyone else in the castle) did not show nearly any support for his fairy attributes, such as his connection with nature, sensitivity to animals, and liking of sweet tastes and sweet smells. He thinks he hates most of nature now, and he has become interested in mechanical things, such as clockworks. When he is alone however, he can't help but need to meditate in the outdoors, though he hates himself for it. He is a very torn individual, unable to find peace in much of anything.
Stefan is a loyal member of Wrath, who hates people in general, but not the whole of the country. Only because of Lincoln is he assured a role of power (though only after the heir would become king). He would give his life for his family, though he sincerely doubts many would do the same for him. While some of the princes have made friends with outsiders to gain an escape from the family, Stefan could not even do that, for outsiders seem to mock his heritage even more. P e r s o n a l i t y : Stefan, since he has been raised to hate himself in a sense, is an irate individual who is not very friendly to anyone. He feels his family truly hates him (even though the majority just like to poke a little fun at him, without true malice), but he wants nothing more than their approval. He tried to become a good warrior for them, but though he is a formidable one, he has no head for strategy, and has never been as notable as Lucas and Lincoln for being able to command. He can be quite rude to strangers, but it stems from his angry nature, not from any feelings of superiority based on being royalty. In fact, he has a bit of an inferiority complex from his upbringing, as he has not been complimented or praised many times in his life. Though he is often angry, when he is distracted and lost in his thoughts, his face relaxes and one can almost see the gentler fey nature in him. He is at heart a good man, not one to be unnecessarily cruel, only to snap at someone because he feels as if everyone's mocking him. He will do small and sneaky things to apologize to someone he feels he lost his temper on (most being quite thoughtful and sincere actions). L i k e s : To be alone, sometimes outside surrounded by nature, sometimes inside a room with gears and cogs all around him. He feels depressed and self-hate when he's outside, then comes in and starts feeling twitchy, then goes back out and the cycle continues. Enjoys sweet desserts, flowers, and light fragrances, but would never admit to it. D i s l i k e s : Almost everybody. The simple beauty of nature. Being found inadequate. Losing. Fey, faeries, and fairies (especially if they act familiar because they sense he's like them). Being laughed at to his face. Being laughed at behind his back. People flirting with him openly, especially men. xxxxxx[ ȶ | ћ | e | A | ɗ | ɗ | ɨ | ȶ | ɨ | σ | n | s ]... P o w e r : Though he has pushed away as much of his fey heritage as he can, Stefan is still what he is, and contains the ability to fashion spells with the ease of a mage. He has however, no education on the matter, but with a little bit of training (if he could get his mind centered to want it as well), he might be pretty adept with at least the simple spells. ]xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r S t r e n g t h s : It is inherent in his nature, though he's never tried to strengthen it. Being from Wrath, it could gain a boost from his rage too. ]xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r W e a k n e s s e s : Has no idea that he has it, nor how to even start using it. ]xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r M a s t e r y : 1 P o w e r : As his father, Stefan should be able to turn into a bee (larger than normal but otherwise identical). However, it is a spell that would use more than a bit of magic. ]xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r S t r e n g t h s : Great way to spy on people, or to be left alone.]xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r W e a k n e s s e s : He cannot do so under ANY circumstances as he doesn’t even have the slightest clue it’s even possible. His mother never shared much about his father.]xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r M a s t e r y : negative zillion W e a p o n s : Stefan can wield most weapons with average ability (swords, daggers, bow, staff, etc). His favorites, and thus the ones he has an advanced proficiency with, are a pair of battle axes made specifically for him by the master weaponsmith of Wrath. They would require a two handed approach by all but the largest of men, and as such, Stefan can handle them both one-handed with surpassing dexterity and competence. Being a victim of several assassination attempts, he wisely keeps them on holsters at his sides at all times, which may make him look rather menacing.
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2011 3:35 pm
Ser Jasper Martin ◄ ◄ ◄ Manozz55xxxxxxxxxxxx  xxxxxx[ ȶ | ћ | e | Ɍ | u | ɗ | ɨ | ɱ | e | n | ȶ | s ]... N a m e : Jasper Martin S p e c i e s : Human with a wraith parasite G e n d e r : Male A g e : 23 H e i g h t : Six Feet W e i g h t : One-hundred and seventy three E y e s : Dark Blue S k i n T o n e : Slightly Pale from being half dead Hair Color : Very Dark Brown 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 : Scar across his torso from the wound that should have killed him. 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 : Knight O c c u p a t i o n : Currently a Royal Guard A l l i e s : Mishka, Lincoln, Gregoir. E n e m i e s : Anyone who wishes the Royal family harm. xxxxxx[ ȶ | ћ | e | H | ɨ | s | ȶ | σ | r | ӌ ]... H i s t o r y : Jasper was noble born in the kingdom of wrath. His father server the Wrath king as his top military adviser. So it was only natural that Jasper was being raised to do so as well. But in all honesty Jasper wanted to be on the battlefield executing these tactics. Instead of staying behind the safety of these stone walls.
Needless to say Jasper would more than occasionally stray away from his book work and wander the castle. More than once to go spy on the kings daughter, Mishka. He wasn't sure what it was about her. Whether it was her stunning good looks or her sweet melodies. But she had stolen his heart the first time he'd seen her. He still wanted her even after the mishap in the gardens where she almost took his life. Even when the knight told him that their love could never be.
Now, his father was always furious with him because he was leaving his studies and doing who knows what. But the more his father pushed the issue the more Jasper's desire to become a knight grew. And eventually when war struck he did just that. His father was devastated and threatened countless times to disown his son if he did not reconsider. But Jasper chased his dream anyway. It certainly got him closer to Mishka, and that was what he wanted.
But during his squireship Mishka was sent off to Veritas' kingdom for protection. It heart broke Jasper. But on the other hand it made him determined to become a knight so he could see her again. And with this determination he quickly earned knighthood, which even his father was proud of.
But Jasper wasn't sent to Veritas' kingdom as a bodyguard. Instead he was sent to the front lines where brought about the misfortune of the wraith. The army was in full retreat after a portion of their army had been cut off by an enemy surprise attack. Jasper was part of the force to be cut off. One by one he saw his allies fall around him. But he fought on letting his determination to see Mishka again drive him. But in the end even that wasn't enough. He suffered a mortal slash across his chest and was bleeding out quickly.
But death was offering him a second chance. A chance to see his beloved again. On the condition that Jasper would kill every so often to send new souls to death. Jasper agreed without hesitation not thinking of the consequences. All he wanted was to see Mishka again. And so he became fused with a wraith. Granting him the ability of telekinesis.
When he returned to Wrath he shocked even the king himself. And was granted one wish through his great service. He of course chose to serve as a body guard to the royal family.
Now, the times he's spent here at Veritas' castle has been odd indeed. Besides being set on fire by Mishka and being taken over by the wraith twice. He's witnessed just how mad the god really is. And what sick games he likes to put people through. But he also met someone who sort of opened his eyes. How not being able to marry and have a family was heartbreaking. And he's been dealing and thinking deeply on whether he should just let Mishka go and let her be happy. And hopefully find happiness for himself. P e r s o n a l i t y : If you're his friend Jasper basically treats you with respect. He cares and protects his friends just like they were family and is very loyal to them. But no matter what he is rather blunt about things. And he is truthful. Now if you don't know him and he doesn't know you. He could be a complete a*****e depending on how you approach him. And you social status. Also from being infested with the wraith he's recently grown to like testing people. To see if they will give into fear or if they will get out of their bubble and take a risk. L i k e s : D i s l i k e s : Again self-explanatory 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 : Jasper can move human beings with his Telekinesis. He can move most objects. Also he can send a wave of telekinetic force at people to knock them back. He can also focus the telekinetic energy to allow him to use his dai-katana in one hand. ]xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r W e a k n e s s e s : Using his power in excess with wear him down quickly. And to be able to move human beings he needs total concentration. Otherwise he could end up ripping them apart. He can move heavy objects. But nothing like buildings. ]xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r M a s t e r y : 8
W e a p o n s : Dai-katana (two handed katana), spiked gauntlet, two hidden daggers, a longsword, a nifty blade in his boot, and his bare hands from extreme hand to hand combat training.... a guard of the Royal Family has to be prepared.
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2011 2:56 pm
[Post reserved for Apollo Atlus]
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Posted: Wed Dec 14, 2011 10:48 pm
Eoghan "Thantos" Lansing ◄ ◄ ◄ Walkinthevoidxxxxxxxxxxxx  xxxxxx[ ȶ | ћ | e | Ɍ | u | ɗ | ɨ | ɱ | e | n | ȶ | s ]... N a m e : Eoghan Lansing, calls himself ‘Thantos’S p e c i e s : HumanG e n d e r : Male A g e : 27 H e i g h t : 5’6” W e i g h t : 60 kg’s E y e s : Cornflower blueS k i n T o n e : Fair Hair Color : Fair, a kind of mouse blonde. S e x : Asexual B u i l d : Short and slight. O t h e r N o t a b l e F e a t u r e s : Thantos prides himself on his lack of visible scars. A scar is a damning thing, people everywhere will know you as ‘that guy with the scar over his left eyebrow’. And, if you’re very unlucky, people will just start calling you ‘Scar’ and forget your real name.
Thantos knew someone like that once.
Very bitter man.
But Thantos is not without scars altogether – being a thief has its hazards. He has a fantastic scar all the way down his left side from his collar bone to his waist (a knife fight gone bad), and he has quite a few on his inner thighs after an embarrassing run in with a barbed – wire fence. (No amout of liquor will ever get this particular story out of him.)xxxxxx[ ȶ | ћ | e | Ρ | σ | s | ɨ | ȶ | ɨ | σ | n ]... K i n g d o m : Patience C l a s s : Prince O c c u p a t i o n : Heir A l l i e s : He likes to consider his brother Dafydd as an ally, as well as his sister Maelona. E n e m i e s : Thantos doesn’t really have enemies as such, just people he doesn’t like. xxxxxx[ ȶ | ћ | e | H | ɨ | s | ȶ | σ | r | ӌ ]... H i s t o r y : One cold, midwinter’s night, a family was murdered in their beds; a tragic story.
One was spared, one was healed by their innate magic, and the third, the oldest, was taken.
Something about the boy must have sparked something in the killers; a wicked smile, a youthful gleam, strength of limb? Perhaps he reminded them of their own son, lost to disease or still living, a disappointment to his father. Whatever the case, the boy was taken.
The surviving assassins were paid for their deed, and with numbers severely diminished, went to ground in the Swaldin Beacons in South Patience, one of their many hideouts throughout the kingdoms.
The boy, whom they named “Thantos” after an ancient god of deception from a far away land, called “Ant” for his status as the shortest and youngest of the group.
Ant grew up a thief and a murderer, learning that life was just another accident, that he should look after himself first, the group second, and others not at all. He learnt that killing was not wrong, that thievery was just another way to live, that others would in time gain back what they had stolen.
He grew up a young man, determined, fleet of foot, fleet of mind, with the thief’s moral code and a coward’s instinct.
The assassins loved the boy, and he loved them as his fathers and uncles, never telling him of his origins.
Until one day, when the assassins themselves were assassinated.
The battle was bloody and short, and Ant’s band was slaughtered quickly. Only two – bit assassins (Merely bigoted bandits in truth), they were no match for the real deal.
Ant lasted ‘till the final blows were made, having been out hunting with a comrade and stumbling in on the scene with his kill in tow.
The interlopers recognized the boy as the brother of Jonathan and Dafydd; Eoghan Lansing.
Faced with his new identity, his family killed twice over, Ant was set adrift in the world with no purpose but seek out the brothers that he had never known.
He heard rumours of the heirs residing in Veritas’ kingdom, and made his way slowly but surely to Veritas Castle, where a surprise was awaiting in the form of another death, and the sudden realization that he was now the heir to the Patience throne. P e r s o n a l i t y : When Thantos meets a person, the first thing that goes through his mind is ‘how many valuables does this person have?’ the second; ‘how shall I rob them?’ Some would say that this purely fiscal outlook on life would severely hinder his ability to gain long lasting and meaningful friendships. They would be right.
Thantos hasn’t been known to keep much company. He feels most comfortable in the worst kinds of taverns, where he can be sure that he will most probably be left alone with his tankard of ale, (Probably watered down, these are bad taverns after all) and if not, whoever was bothering him would be most likely looking for a fight, and thus more easily disposed of.
A coward and a thief, Thantos is very selfish. He hates the concept of ‘duty’, or ‘chivalry’, or ‘legality’. If it sparkles he wants it, if he can get out of it he will. Thus, if you ever bother to help Thantos, don’t expect any help in return, unless he can get something out of it. If he can leave you to the dogs, he will. The less people who know him, the better.
On the flip side, Thantos gets very lonely. He grew up surrounded by company, and now that he is deprived of it, he finds it hard to maintain a cheerful outlook on life. Fancy words aside; Thantos is a miserable sook and is prone to long periods of moping. This can get very tiresome to those around him, and is definitely not princely behaviour, but Thantos doesn’t care. He feels so very out of place in his new role in life, so much so that he feels a deep-seated need to make sappy ‘caged bird’ metaphors, and stand around looking out of windows.
The only way to snap said thief out of his state is to do something dangerous, stupid, or potentially lucrative. Thantos lives for the action, but doesn’t quite realize that he would get virtually the same result if he took up exercise, and didn’t spend all day sitting around.
Thantos has a wicked sense of humour, and loves to make fun of people. Of course, since he rarely speaks, these barbs never get out into the open – probably best, since they aren’t really as funny as he thinks they are. He likes to make up names for people, names that are usually rather insulting and say more about Thantos himself than the people he is making them up for.
Thantos has a rather sizeable fear of politics. He hates ‘royals’ (even though he is one...), and would do anything to get out of a political situation. The thought of him sitting around, thinking hard about what he said, how he said it, what he did, and what laws he had to stick to sends him into a marginally panicked state. This is rather a setback, as he is indeed the heir to Patience. Thantos would rather like to not have to take the post, but he would not wish this kind of torture on another – especially his brother. Thantos does indeed do some noble things, but it doesn’t happen often.
Thantos is a sap for family. He misses his ‘family’ the snakes quite a lot, so much so that just about everything and anything could potentially remind him of them. He would do anything to keep his new found brother and adopted sister in his good graces, and he would do just about anything to please them – even face the demon that is politics. When he thinks of his brother and sister, he sees a new beginning, even if this beginning will trap him in a cage made of gold for the rest of his life. And it won’t even be gold that he had honestly stolen! There is something that feels wrong about gold that is freely given. Thantos would rather steal it first.
L i k e s : Other people’s gold, deception (On his part, on other people it’s just annoying), company (Even if they’re royals, at least it’s company. There’s nothing worse than being alone.), the outdoors (He was literally raised in a cave – dwellings are for robbing, not living), the dark, heights (As long as it’s safe – as in NOT a rickety bridge over a massive canyon), thieving. D i s l i k e s : Royals, politics, responsibility, chivalry, people who are ‘noble’ and fight for ‘justice’ (He just can’t take them seriously. I mean, come on! There is nothing more predictable than corruption – noble people are very unpredictable, and very hard to bribe.), Law men, women (They both confuse and scare him). xxxxxx[ ȶ | ћ | e | A | ɗ | ɗ | ɨ | ȶ | ɨ | σ | n | s ]... P o w e r : None, whatsoever. ]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 : Daggers mainly, but he can do things with poisoned darts as well.
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Posted: Fri Dec 16, 2011 7:16 pm
PETYR BLOEDOTHE CROMWELL ◄ ◄ ◄ TheeFirstLilithxxxxxxxxxxxx  xxxxxx[ ȶ | ћ | e | Ɍ | u | ɗ | ɨ | ɱ | e | n | ȶ | s ]... N a m e : Petyr Bloedothe CromwellS p e c i e s : Human/Nix G e n d e r : Male A g e : Looks around 17 but is actually 30. H e i g h t : 6’3 1/2” W e i g h t : 215 poundsE y e s : Different shades of blue that will change at random, and the left eye is always a darker hue than the right. When one stares at them long enough they will notice that the pigmentations move like water.S k i n T o n e : Light mediumH a i r C o l o r : Dark brown to black S e x : Straight B u i l d : Muscular O t h e r N o t a b l e F e a t u r e s : Small scar on right cheek. Scars on his feet and hands. Has a long scar on the back part of his right arm and on the right half of his lower back. His upper left thigh is marked with the bite of a sea creature. Has a tattoo of a drop of blood with a circle halo-ing it, on the Suprasternal notch. 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 : Royal O c c u p a t i o n : Heir. Shield to his father, the king. A l l i e s : His family, and his assassin guild. E n e m i e s : Anyone that threatens his family, especially the King, and his country.xxxxxx[ ȶ | ћ | e | H | ɨ | s | ȶ | σ | r | ӌ ]... H i s t o r y : His mother, who was raised as a member of an assassins guild, passed onto Petyr the blood of all kingdoms. The members (people from all lands) of this guild shed their blood in oath to protect one another till death. Petyr was raised as one of them, taking the oath at a young age for he far excelled in mind and body, gaining the necessary skills to be an assassin. His first assigned kill was at age eleven, followed shortly by his next ten kills, leaving Petyr with a reputation and a nickname, Ghost Blade. For as the only untargeted witness to the massacre swore that the eleven men that died were siting around a fire conversing, and all but the last man was oblivious to the fact that anyone was dead until that man himself was dying. His mother helped him develop his Nix powers she had passed onto him, leaving him with one particular skill (when combined with his assassin skills) that only made some of the toughest assignments easier to handle. He can manipulate his features and figure to mimic almost anyone. The only downside was that by doing this it left him weak for hours to sometimes days, mostly depending on how long he stayed in the form. This allowed the guild to gather valuable information to help with not only their safety, but to the whereabouts of any person.
When Petyr was around five he had questioned his mother as to who his father had been, but she never told him until a troupe of men had arrived to their camp, escorted by some of their guild members. They had been searching for his mother specifically, announcing themselves as the men of the King of Justice. They were held for a few days until the guild’s leader confronted Petyr’s mother. Petyr, at fifteen, was a man grown by now and was allowed to stay while she was questioned. He learned on that day who his father was, and that he would be going in his mother’s place to the Kingdom of Justice, where his father was the true ruler. On the journey he talked little to the soldiers escorting him. He had learned some things over the years about King Cromwell, but wasn’t sure what he could or could not believe. One thing he had been certain of at that point was that his father was an adulterer, and Petyr was the seed of one of those affairs. Petyr’s mother was on assignment, and Cromwell was her target. The king, from what his mother had explained to him, captured her as she was about to kill him. He had been so taken by her looks, that he bedded the would-be assassin, declaring his love for her, commanding her to stay near him. He had kept her close by locking her into a bed chamber next to his own. He even wanted to go so far as to divorce his Queen and instead make Petyr’s mother his new Queen. After several weeks she had made her escape and returned to her assassin family, the only family she ever wanted to be close to. That was why these men had come to his home, they had been searching for her all this time, but instead settled her refusal by asking for Petyr. His mother had married several years after his birth and could not leave his half-siblings parentless, since their father died whilst returning from an assignment. Petyr was curious about his father and agreed to go with them.
Petyr’s father was upset at first when they returned without her, but upon hearing who Petyr was, embraced him, calling him son and heir. The Queen did not accept this for she had borne him children already, but the King would not hear her. The argument was settled when Petyr said that as well as being the current heir, he would be his father’s shield, protecting him from any threats he might face, giving his life if need be. The Queen seemed overly agreeable when the proposal was made. A few years later, after countless attempts on the king’s life, it was apparent why. Unfailing, Petyr remained by his father, learning everything there was to know about him and the people around him. Even through all the King’s faults Petyr loved him deeply, and cherished every moment with him. He was afraid of the prospect of being the future king, but his father commanded it, so he would obey. P e r s o n a l i t y : Petyr is the type that follows orders thoroughly, and can be quite agreeable. He gives all of himself when he says he will do something, never stopping until it’s done. He rarely speaks ill of anyone, only when it involves betrayal, for that is the one thing he has never done. He’s naturally a quiet person however, but when he is on assignment or the situation requires it, he is very charismatic, charming the boots off almost anyone. He does have a bad habit of staring at people unconsciously (with a blank expression) when trying to figure them out. He’s not a very complicated guy, his motto is live and let live, unless the contract says otherwise, or his father. L i k e s : To work out and practice his skills in the dark. He enjoys anything to do with water: being in it, seeing it, hearing it, drinking it. He secretly loves the smell of flowers, taking rare opportunities to stop and enjoy them. D i s l i k e s : People with anger issues, he feels they need to meditate more. Fish, as a food. xxxxxx[ ȶ | ћ | e | A | ɗ | ɗ | ɨ | ȶ | ɨ | σ | n | s ]... P o w e r : Resistance to level 4 and below water attacks. They only make him wet.]xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r S t r e n g t h s : Just that anyone with water abilities 4 and below have no damaging affects on him. ]xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r W e a k n e s s e s : Any water attacks of level 5 and above will get past his defenses, regardless of the condition of the castor (i.e. if they are weakened or injured ). It is the increased complexity of the spells that will get past his power, not necessarily the strength of them.]xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r M a s t e r y : Coordinates with his resistance level, so at the time being is a 4. P o w e r : Shapeshifting- including mimicking another person (including frame, face, sound of the voice, etc.) by using the water in his body to restructure his own outer form and vocal cords. He can not use any powers that the person he his is copying may have. For longer shifts, he has to follow the subject and study mannerisms for possibly a few days, otherwise he is more likely to be found out.]xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r S t r e n g t h s : Is perfectly identical to the person being copied. He can hold the form for as many days as he can stay awake (reaching up to four days-his training helped-before signs of his true self will start to become apparent). He only needs to hear and see a person once to be able to do so. ]xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r W e a k n e s s e s : Shifting is rather painful, and when it comes to sex changes it tends to be more so. For the initial shift he can withstand the pain (due in part, once again, to his training as an assassin, in regards to withstanding pain, such as torture), allowing him to continue his work unhindered. Recovery mostly constitutes sleep, sustenance, and of course being in his natural form; and is necessary.
He cannot sleep in a shifted form. If an assignment requires him to be disguised for longer than a handful of days, his research of the subject also means extended research on safe areas to rest for the amount of time needed to recover. Every hour in shift form requires around ten to thirty minutes of recovery time (mostly depending on the form taken), IF it’s a day to day process, meaning he does allow himself to sleep. The longest he had maintained a day to day shift assignment before his body gave out, was 19 days. It required more than a week to get back to he normal stamina and all around health. When he holds the form without rest each day, it usually takes a solid week of mostly sleep to recover.
He rarely uses this ability, because it is so taxing. He has never used this ability for amusement or personal gain. He only uses it for guild contracts and personal missions from his father. The majority of the time he doesn’t need it for such things.
There are certain high level magic's or talents that could hint that he is not who he appears to be, but these are few and far between.]xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r M a s t e r y : 8 W e a p o n s : Sword, specially made by his guild. A few knives hidden on his person.
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Posted: Sun Dec 25, 2011 3:11 am
Naedira Riley◄ ◄ ◄ Selena Lucania herexxxxxxxxxxxx  xxxxxx[ ȶ | ћ | e | Ɍ | u | ɗ | ɨ | ɱ | e | n | ȶ | s ]...
N a m e : Naedira Illesande Riley
S p e c i e s : Halfbreed {Human & Fey Mix}
G e n d e r : Female
A g e : 22
H e i g h t : 5’4”
W e i g h t : 118lbs
E y e s : Hazel
S k i n T o n e : Lightly Tanned
S e x : Straight
B u i l d : She is seemingly frail, small in stature.
O t h e r N o t a b l e F e a t u r e s : Her hair is dark, as is her skin—Unlike her siblings. She takes after her mother, while they both favor the fair features of their father.
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K i n g d o m : Humility
C l a s s : 1st Princess
O c c u p a t i o n : Shield Maiden of Humility
A l l i e s : Dorian & Lucien of Avarice, Sara of Hubris, Altonair & Evony of Envy, Sokar “The Gardner”.
E n e m i e s : Technically, Dorian & Lucien of Avarice—As well as Dominique of Avarice.
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H i s t o r y : Naedira is the second born child to Royal Kingdom of Humility. Her mother was the second Queen to the current King—The original Queen having passed on. Her father seems to have terrible luck when it comes to his Queens…As they are incredibly short lived. Nae is an intelligent girl that usually spends her time with her elder brother and heir to the throne, Prince Ryan. She has an interesting temperament for the Kingdom, and any…Discrepancies with her nature are blamed on her mixed blood. Though for the most part she adheres to the line of thought of her elders, and maintains a poised gentleness at all times.
She was never taught to truly hate— But has always been taught right from wrong. Private lessons with her governess taught her about nature, the magical aspects of it, and the ways of the world. Her lessons were lengthy, considering few things were written— And most things of note are carried by the word. Her memorization skills always serve her well, and few things slip by her keen notice… Her care takers did not believe in completely sheltering her, and slowly over the years, broke it to her that not everything is as peaceful as life usually is in Humility… So when assassinations started she was taken aback, but not so shocked that she was unable to function… Her first fear was for her elder brother, since in her eyes, he was the most obvious target. For as much as she was his little annoying sister, and he unassumingly indulged her, as was expected, she would simply die if anything happened to him.
She’d already lost one sibling over the years… She could not bare a second.
Though she never expected Ryan would be sent away. Surely, he could protect himself—Surely, the kingdom could protect its Prince. Just like it offered protection to its inhabitants. She worried, and it confused her that he was suddenly gone—And not long after, she received word that she would be joining him. She was sad to leave the perfect, lush greenery of her home, the cool waters and crisp air… The whispering of the trees she was familiar with, and had known since birth. It bothered her more than words could express to go and leave her beloved Father behind…
But it was ordered. And despite the silent inner war that raged in her heart—It was sated by the fact that she would at least be able to see her brother.
Since arriving to Veritas lands, many things have happened… She has become engaged to Prince Altonair of Envy, and by some miracle, recovered her once thought dead younger sister, Madelyne Riley.
Also since coming to the castle, she’s used her magicks more than frequently that she ever has before…She must learn to pace herself, or else she’ll be akin to a candle burning at both ends. She thinks like a young adult, and often times forgets that her gifts really aren’t as mature as she feels they are. Being in Veritas’ lands has caused her to dabble in black magic she wouldn’t have otherwise touched…She’ll also have to learn the consequences of that.
P e r s o n a l i t y : Naedira remains poised, the proper princess—And for the most part, pure of thought. This is not to say that she cannot become angered or upset, merely that she usually tempers herself—Burying emotions with a skill so smooth it could be called an art. She is kind to a fault, and overly cautious about offending others because of their differences in customs. She is naturally lovely, and takes after her mother’s darker complexion rather than her fathers. Her hair is dark brown, to black—Eyes a tumultuous shade of hazel. She is small, light, quick on her feet.
L i k e s : She loves to read in the vast libraries Veritas has allowed them use of. She enjoys spending time with her brother, sister, and the few ‘friends’ she has managed to acquire. She’s recently taken to practicing her writing skills, since parchment is very rare in Humility. She also enjoys testing her magical prowess, given the chance.
D i s l i k e s : She dislikes fighting between the kingdoms…She dislikes being told by her Father, that because she is a woman—Her place is in the Cathedral, during dangerous times…Leading prayer, or offering protection to those that do not have it. She feels that her particular skills would be of much better use on the battlefield…Because though she hates to fight—She hates even more watching her family and people risk their lives alone.
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P o w e r : As half-faerie, she has a natural affinity to nature and magic. Her abilities usually center around spoken spells and silent incantations. Humility makes it easy and hard to learn, because few things are written. So while she cannot simply go look something up, she is forced to remember it word for word upon learning it—Which serves her well later on. (An example of this would be her saying a phrase, and then a flower grows… It can be used for a variety of things. Like, praying for rain to help crops, use glamour to distort her image, ect…)
]xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r S t r e n g t h s : The magic that she invokes is versatile, and if not brought about with a silent incantation—The spoken spell is in the elven common tongue. As such, she can attempt to write her own spells…However, she is limited in this, because she must find the exact words, for a desired effect. It could take a very long time, even for a simple one. Most of the spells that she knows have been taught to her—Or recently, learned from Veritas’ libraries.
She can do small things with magic, parlor tricks, with barely any concentration or need for a spell—Such as, floating a light object, or causing a small light to appear in her hand, simply for the purpose of illumination.
]xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r W e a k n e s s e s : She must spend time meditating with positive thoughts each morning, as negativity within her may affect the outcome of what she wishes. (An example: She performs a spell, and it has the opposite effect. Pretend that she wanted to harmlessly levitate something…Negativity or disorientation could cause it to crash into the wall.)
This is perhaps not a power related weakness, but it is good to have it noted: The metal of the moon (silver) is a friend to the fey, but cold forged iron, cold iron, and lead are not. Even half human, cold iron touching her skin will cause her extreme pain, and will burn her skin as if it is a brand. If kept in prolonged contact with her skin—It will eventually kill her. If kept in her vicinity, for instance, in her dresser drawer while she sleeps…It could easily drive her mad.
Also: Salt - Glamour’s and other perception based spells can be weakened or broken by the presence of salt.
]xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r M a s t e r y : 6 - trained (Explanation: Naedira has been trained first of all, to be in touch with her surroundings all her life. And when her gifts started to appear, lessons began to control her magicks as well. If ignored, bursts of magic would have erupted from her at random intervals, leaving little but cacophonous messes in her wake. She takes her gifts very seriously, as does all she can to maintain them.)
W e a p o n s : Naedira doesn’t like weapons—Though she has been trained with her brother to use a pair of sai. Once again, however, she rarely ever thinks about using them—Or any other weapon.
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Posted: Fri Jan 13, 2012 4:13 am
Dominique Arielle d’Aquitaine ◄ ◄ ◄ ephemeral spiritxxxxxxxxxxxx  xxxxxx[ ȶ | ћ | e | Ɍ | u | ɗ | ɨ | ɱ | e | n | ȶ | s ]... N a m e : Dominique Arielle d’Aquitaine S p e c i e s : Muse (Divine Child, Descendant of the God Talaran Aquinas) G e n d e r : Female A g e : 22 H e i g h t : 5'6" W e i g h t : 120lbs E y e s : Color Varies H a i r C o l o r : Color VariesS k i n T o n e : Slight Tan S e x : Left Deliberately Blank – Apologies. A Muse does not share her secrets. B u i l d : Slim, seemingly frail and all too delicate. Though this belies a lithe frame, hidden under skirts and lace. Dominique is fair, her skin flawless, hair always in motion, occasionally changing shade; Eyes god touched. One moment they look blue, the next green, perhaps lavender, depending on her mood. She has a dancers body, and often wears intricate gowns and hairstyles that give her an ethereal appearance. Even more often, they are gifts from her mothers. Or she creates them herself. She has a perfect form, and moves with the grace of her forefathers. O t h e r N o t a b l e F e a t u r e s : Her hair and eyes change color with her mood. xxxxxx[ ȶ | ћ | e | Ρ | σ | s | ɨ | ȶ | ɨ | σ | n ]... K i n g d o m : Avarice C l a s s : High Princess O c c u p a t i o n : Grand Duchess - Heiress A l l i e s : TBA.. E n e m i e s : Cambion, and by proxy-Select Dragonborn. The Kingdom of Humility. xxxxxx[ ȶ | ћ | e | H | ɨ | s | ȶ | σ | r | ӌ ]... H i s t o r y : Dominique grew up a tepid, eclectic child, who had always known that she was the apple of her fathers eye. She was his little princess in all things, and that would never change. She grew up in the lavish south-eastern lands of Avarice, beneath the capital Cupidité. Though her present is worth detailed notation, it is her past that sets the course of the future. To be more specific, what divine blood runs freely in her veins.
Before the plague of the Malcanthet spoiled the land, Before the Cambion infested the soil… Before the Incubus and Succubus roamed freely, populating and creating more of their kind as they saw fit, the land was owned and ruled by the Aquitaine. And centuries before that, by their ancestors, the God Talaran Aquinas. Through complete civil war and blood shed, political unrest and eventually a coup d’etat by the more plentiful Cambion, the Aquitaine were forced to abscond the throne. The land however, has, and always will be bound in name, life, and blood to those descended from the Aquinas. Any other that claims themselves ruler of Avarice is a dim witted fool. They act merely as transitional Regents that warmed the seat of the empire, until the proper heirs are returned to power.
Despite their usurpation, the true royal family in years past have re-gained the support of the people, their frustration with their Cambion rulers growing. There were always greedy claws, small rebellions, revolutions, trying to pry away the grip the Malcanthet kept on the Kingdom… All have failed. But none of them have had the massive support that the Aquitaine’s have… Literally eight tenths of Avarice’s vast armies have pledged themselves loyal to the rightful rulers, with the promise that in turn for their support, the capital city will be purged of the filth it has become, and returned to its proper glory. The promise to unite the Kingdom under one banner.
The Aquitaine are exceptionally long lived, and have waited for century upon century for the blight upon their name to fade so their celebrated return to could be staged. The memory of the Cambion’s are long, as are their penchants for vengeance…And for years, they’d bred like rabbits in the spring. But winter was coming for the soul-theives… Their birth rates had dropped dramatically in recent years. They were at war with a previous ally, a white Kingdom. Humility. There were assassins seeking to wipe out the current rulers. And the Malcanthet for all of her ability, was powerless to stop it. With those losses, the time of the Cambion was coming to a grinding halt… And the time of Aquitaine was resuming where it had left off.
D'Artagnan Marcellus d’Aquitaine (Dominique’s Father) has been alive long enough to watch the foul Cambion rise into power… And for hundreds of years had watched their inevitable decline. This was a coup, a millennia in the making. He was growing weary, though he didn’t look a day past his prime…Even for an Aquitaine… He was older than most. He was infact the original King of Avarice from what felt like a lifetime ago… They had survived by changing their names from time to time, building support, moving frequently… Winning over in secret the many leaders of the city-states… Marrying their stunningly beautiful daughters to their sons to lock in their loyalty… Though Aquitaine Nobility had occasionally bred with other peoples through the years, he himself had chosen to wait bring offspring into the world.
His three wives, Dyanna, Esmeraude, and Isabeau had never quite forgiven him, even in the centuries that had gone by, for denying them children, that they had wanted so terribly. It was against their nature not to reproduce…Not to bring about the most beautiful of things. Children. It had… Bothered him to deny them. Especially when they tended to band together against him to get what they wanted…But as hunted exiles in their own Kingdom, it was no place to raise those that would inherit their legacy. It wasn’t safe. He could not bare to bury a child before their time. This was his war. His problem to solve. He’d not force it on them. But he’d had a vision one summer, an enlightening one… And his refusal had ended abruptly.
Much to his wives delight.
He would have a child. A female. With his eyes, and Esmeraude’s lovely hair. Or was it Dyanna’s? With Isabeau’s smile of course. He could note the kiss of her mouth anywhere. Which was his wives mothered this precious one was inconsequential. His Lady Queen’s were all equal in his eyes, all of equal importance. But this child, she would be the first. She would inherit all the glory he carried. This vision was a sign… That when his heir came of age… He would use his manipulated and earned status as an Ambassador for Avarice to bring down the Cambion.
And to bring down the Cambion… He would need to bring the Malcanthet to her knees, and force her, to command them to leave, or to throw down their swords and obey their new masters.
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For Dominique, life changed severely from being what she knew as the truth. To riding around in gilded carriages in the cities of Avarice with the people shouting their family name, from sneaking out of her home for some fresh air. Her parents had always been cautious of her leaving their sight. After being gifted with handmaidens that match her countenance completely, magically or otherwise, she started sneaking off at a young age. Though it was less sneaking, more staying hidden--Considering Queen Isabeau keeps tabs on her at all times. She takes the place of one of her hand maids, and calls her self Aimée.
She understood the history of her family, and accepted that they had been wronged by the Cambion… That the dark creatures had ruined their country, murdered her family. Spilled gallons of gold tinged blood all over the beautiful countryside. Avarice was a beautiful pearl that both parties had fought over… Only one could be left standing.
To her understanding, the Malcanthet had been brought down. Not without resistance from the Incubus King, but, with relative ease. Without their Dragon born son to help the small faction of their army that still remained loyal to them, their reign had crumbled to nothingness.
As it should be.
The Cambion had stolen from her family for the final time. They would never again be disgraced. By Talaran’s grace, Dominique swore it.
The little muse, filled with god blood, had been raised to rule. And was filled with a wisdom, an eerie perceptive viciousness that did not befit her age. Her mothers had taught her all they knew, sparing nothing when it came to her education and training… She loved them all dearly. Her family was close, closer than most. Creativity and bringing about beauty was their focus… To breathe live into Avarice, to coat everything in gold and stars so that it shown bright at night like a city befitting the children of the gods.
Her second week in the castle in Cupidité an attempt was made on her life. One of her mother’s, Dyanna, foresaw this and requested that the girl stay the night in the Queen’s chambers…Much to the consternation of her father. Come morn, they found her bed shredded, feathers everywhere… The Princesses rooms were in distress… All of the finery she owned had seemingly been destroyed, silks ripped to pieces. It looked as if a blood curse had been set off in the room, with the intent of obliterating her.
This confused D'Artagnan. Why attack the heir, and not himself or his wives? What threat, did his little Arielle pose? No matter… As a seasoned King, he did not take threats idly and guard around the princess and his wives increased ten fold. He half wondered if somehow the Malcanthet, now rotting sexless in the city dungeons had pulled one last string in her captivity… But he wasn’t stupid. He had of course heard of the assassinations, and despite his best efforts to keep his children safe, the enemy had slipped past their wards.
After spending a week in counsel with his advisors, and many Aquitaine Nobility that had been returned to power… It was decided that as before, with the children of the Malcanthet, Dominique would be sent to stay with the God King Veritas for her protection. Veritas, a cousin of sorts to their godly ancestor Talaran, would not deny a child of his own blood from his care. Not that the King expected any favors… But no doubt, the former heirs of Avaraice would be…Unaware that they had been uprooted. It would be…Beneficial to see how they would react to their replacement.
Whether they would have to face the same fate that the Malcanthet and her consort now suffered, or if they would be allowed life. The faults of their live givers did not fall on their shoulders… But they were not erased from their blood. P e r s o n a l i t y : She can be incredibly beguiling, but tends to scheme more than one person ever should. Once her trust is earned, more of her is accessible-- Other than a cold, manipulative shell. Her only loyalty is to her family, to her people. She believes that she is self sufficient, secure in her promised seat on the Avarian throne. L i k e s : Shiny objects, beautiful things--Including people. D i s l i k e s : Demons in general (They are offensive to her senses) Especially the Cambion and Cambion-Touched Individuals, Anyone that Questions her Birthright. xxxxxx[ ȶ | ћ | e | A | ɗ | ɗ | ɨ | ȶ | ɨ | σ | n | s ]... P o w e r : Being a Muse, a full blooded Muse is something of a gift and a curse. Though twenty two in human years, and seemingly fully grown…She is still but a child, a toddler in the eyes of the Aquitaine. Her family, dote on her, treat her as if she is made of glass. Her true potential at this time is entirely unknown… Unlike the Muse myths of old, she is not bound by the laws of only being able to influence others… Though by nature, they strive to create beauty, wherever they go, and usually do so through a form of magic, called the glom.
But their heritage is a double edged sword. Nothing comes to the descendants of gods without a price. As they give beauty… They can also take it away. Their emotions can, if left unchecked affect the world around them. And not always for the better.
Things like, creating flowers, a frame for picture she’d thought up, a statue, a sword, a staircase would be easy enough. Causing decay, by accident, would be her imagination failing her. Though the creation of beauty is in her nature, it may also not be her intent. For example, giving a disrespectful person a pigs nose for a day. This, is because beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Such a thing might ‘inspire’ the wearer of the pig nose to be more… Respectful, in future meetings.
It is much like inception. The more powerful the god blood in the muse, the more powerful the ability. They create in the image of their ancestors, their masters.
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Other: Completely immune to the alluring effects of the Cambion, or Succubus/Incubus touched. (Those who have been fed upon.) She can smell them and most demons a mile away. The scent repulses her, disgusts her.
There are things that she cannot create with her ability; For reasons she does not understand. She cannot create sentient beings, be they animal or man. She can…Adjust them, however, this is most taxing if she intends the changes to last. Things lower on the evolutionary scale, such as plant life are easily subject to her will.
She can also become very jealous, if someone were to make something more lovely than she could. She thinks highly of herself, and is proud of her heritage.
She is slightly better senses than the average human, a side effect of her heritage, and as she ages over the centuries, the blood within her will solidify as divine and make it very difficult for her to be killed without being beheaded. But as she is now, still a toddler, an infant by the standards of her people…They treat her as if she is fragile, because to them, she is… So young to them, she could easily be killed by human means, and children to the Aquitaine are most precious. ]xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r S t r e n g t h s : It's very versatile, and useful against the unknown. ]xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r W e a k n e s s e s : She cannot create life-- Only a God, may do that. Being the great grandchild of one simply isn't good enough to replicate the spark that makes life what it is. Should she attempt...It would likely come out wrong, all wrong.
Flesh eating Zombie's, are a true possibility.
If her will fails her, than what she brings into existence will be shaky-- A ghost, or partially finished construct. Occasionally, imagination fails. ]xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r M a s t e r y : 6 = Trained. She has few problems, but to her people she is still a child-- She has much to learn. W e a p o n s : Very, very skilled in sword play. Deceptively fast, graceful.
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Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2012 3:58 am
Petruccio Giuseppe della Rovere ◄ ◄ ◄ Sing This Corrosion To Mexxxxxxxxxxxx   xxxxxx[ ȶ | ћ | e | Ɍ | u | ɗ | ɨ | ɱ | e | n | ȶ | s ]... N a m e : Petruccio Giuseppe della RovereS p e c i e s : Classification: Nearkind(A demon who has suppressed its nature as a demon; his particular bloodline is from a family of Nightmares)G e n d e r : Male A g e : 23 H e i g h t : 5’10 W e i g h t : 155 lbs.E y e s : Greyish blueS k i n T o n e : FairHair Color : Black, brown in some lights S e x : Bisexual B u i l d : A fair bit of muscle, rather flexible O t h e r N o t a b l e F e a t u r e s : In his more primal form, his body takes a decidedly more sinister appearance; this transformation is purely cosmetic and does not offer any new abilities, it is simply what he would look like if he had never been a Nearkind and was raised simply as a demon) 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 : Royal housecarl O c c u p a t i o n : Housecarl A l l i e s : Lustian royals E n e m i e s : Whoever steps against him xxxxxx[ ȶ | ћ | e | H | ɨ | s | ȶ | σ | r | ӌ ]... H i s t o r y : Centuries ago there was something of a rebellion in the nether realms of existence. Tired of the cruelty their kind often chose to inflict on lesser beings, a group of about three dozen demons chose to forsake their nature and instead become better people, living a life of peace amongst the people of the world. They established a small settlement in the mountains of Lust which would later be called Gioiello Nascosto. These demons used their power to take human form and created a very rigid mental discipline to suppress their true natures to be able to live among humans peacefully. Due to this forced discipline, most of the people are often rather gifted in intelligence, and many even go on to develop advanced psionic abilities that, while they can cause the user to go mad if unchecked, have very little to do with their actual demonic heritage. While the settlement eventually was something of an isolationist society, after a few generations they began to accept other immigrants from all over as well, becoming something of a multicultural village(though still made up primarily of Lustians) known for its peaceful atmosphere brought on by the ever present serenity the Nearkind are known for.
After much crossbreeding with humans throughout the centuries, most of the Nearkind have only diluted demon blood(though technically tieflings, these human/demon hybrids are still considered nearkind due to their continued support of the rigid discipline of the nearkind society) but still they persist in their discipline to keep their innate demonic nature in place. With this they’ve developed a strong society with an appreciation for things like intellect and peace. However, hailing from a mountainous region, they also appreciate preparedness for harsh conditions, and have thus become skilled in things like hunting and combat, with their advanced minds aiding in their battle tactics. Warriors that come from this village are known to be among the best strategists in the kingdom, as well as some of the most agile fighters. They have developed fighting styles that focus on the control of one’s emotions to keep them calm in the midst of battle.
Petruccio Giuseppe della Rovere was born to an important family in this village, though there was no real royalty in this village and no real hierarchy outside of the warrior and farmer castes, or the Nearkind and the humans; these, however, bear no real status amongst the rest of Lust unless the king deems it so. Petruccio is one of the few pure bloods left, with both his parents coming from families that never bred with humans. Like most of his kind, he was raised with the strict code of conduct and mental discipline that was expected of him, growing to become a rather skilled in the use of both his mental abilities and in physical combat amongst his peers. He quickly grew to be a well-respected member of his community, despite his young age.
Around the time he became 18 the king sought to expand his army as a result of the war with Prudence, and so he began recruiting from various locations, and having heard of the mountain village’s warriors sent a recruiter their way. While many objected to it at first, others saw it as a way to refit themselves back in to general Lustian society. Petruccio was among those that left to join the Lustian army. After living through many campaigns in service of Lust, and building something of a reputation for his skill with a sword and war axe, he was made part of a small unit focused on small scale surgical attacks on enemy encampments that veered to close to Lustian borders for comfort.
After foiling an assassination attempt on the king himself, he was eventually made a housecarl in direct service to the royal family, essentially there mostly as a bodyguard, but also offering strategic advice when the need for it had arisen and going out on missions or leading small units in battle as the king commanded. He was essentially the king’s right hand, willing to do whatever was asked of him in service to the kingdom. He’s been at this posting for at least four years now, and as such is well acquainted with the Lustian royal family, though he truthfully bears no real personal love toward them. Recently he has been sent to Veritas’s kingdom to bring updates on recent happenings in the kingdom to the royal children of Gavini, as well as serve them in whatever way they see fit, acting somewhat as both a messenger and a bodyguard for them if need be. P e r s o n a l i t y : Petruccio maintains a rather stoic personality, with a somewhat ethereal or mystical presence about him. He does not speak often, but when he does it’s with a low, sage-like, methodical pace. He keeps such an attitude to keep himself balanced, as his innermost self hides a deep insatiable lust, both for blood and flesh, as a result of his demonic heritage that he does not wish to let loose upon anyone if he should lose control of his powers. He is not an unkind person, but his demeanor can seem off-putting or even confrontational toward others at times. For many, this rather mysterious presence can be somewhat alluring. Nonetheless, he is a fierce fighter and will not hesitate to draw either fist or sword to defend himself or those he has charged himself with protecting, always giving every opponent his all in both mental and physical combat, displaying a frighteningly calm and cool head in the midst of such tense situations. L i k e s : Games that take thought, studying, meditation, intellect, martial arts, warfare, calming music, control, seduction(both as the recipient and the source), beautiful people D i s l i k e s : Stupidity, people yelling at him, people panicking, losing control, ugly people xxxxxx[ ȶ | ћ | e | A | ɗ | ɗ | ɨ | ȶ | ɨ | σ | n | s ]... P o w e r : The intense mental discipline required for the suppression of their demonic nature has granted his species advanced mental capabilities beyond normal humans’; this most often includes advanced psionic capabilities. In his case, he has telekinesis. Telekinesis is the ability to move and manipulate objects with the mind in ways that are invisible to the naked eye.]xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r S t r e n g t h s : These powers can be used both offensively and defensively by pushing or holding enemies in place, or creating telekinetic barriers and the like. He can use these abilities to retrieve needed out of reach items(such as weapons). He can use these abilities to levitate himself.]xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r W e a k n e s s e s : Perhaps his biggest weakness is the fact that he has to maintain a calm state of mind at nearly all times; overuse of his powers, too much stress, or simply too much anger(or other negative emotions) can cause him to lose control and give in to his innate bestial demonic nature and become something of a primal creature wanting nothing more than to assault any living being(s) he comes across. Overuse of his telekinesis can cause great mental stress and headaches, which can in turn lead to his primal state or simply cause him to collapse depending on the situation. With his telekinesis he can only lift items a little over his own weight without causing too much stress, meaning he can levitate himself or another person but never both at once.]xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r M a s t e r y : 7
P o w e r : His advanced mental capabilities also allow for low level telepathic communication, a power he shares with much of the Lustian royalty, though it is due more to his species’ mental abilities. With this he can speak to others mentally without anyone being the wiser. ]xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r S t r e n g t h s : He can use this power to hold entire conversations with those he knows. ]xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r W e a k n e s s e s : This telepathy is limited to communication, and he will never be able to read someone else’s mind, only being able to hear whatever the person sharing the link chooses to divulge. He cannot force these thoughts into someone’s mind, and he can be closed off from this link if the other user chooses to do so. He has to be within about half a mile or so within proximity of the recipient of his communications. As he does not use it as often as his telekinesis, it is not as refined, and his messages are less clear depending on how far from the target he is; for example, the closer he is to the maximum range, the more his words tend to fade in and out during communication.]xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r M a s t e r y : 4 W e a p o n s : b*****d sword, war axe
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Sing This Corrosion To Me
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Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2012 6:32 pm
Cecelia Bascov◄ ◄ ◄ Cat103xxxxxxxxxxxx  xxxxxx[ ȶ | ћ | e | Ɍ | u | ɗ | ɨ | ɱ | e | n | ȶ | s ]... N a m e : Cecelia Rae Bascov S p e c i e s : Elf/Ghost G e n d e r : Female A g e : 17 H e i g h t : 5’ 4” W e i g h t : 110 lbs E y e s : Hazel S k i n T o n e : White, see through, depends on the light Hair Color : Blonde S e x : Straight B u i l d : Teeny, Tiny, Fragile O t h e r N o t a b l e F e a t u r e s : Along her neck there is a fine line running from the left side to the right. An indication of how she died, perhaps? 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 : Royal O c c u p a t i o n : Princess A l l i e s : Belle Dunn, People from Prudence, Milani E n e m i e s : The Kingdom of Lust xxxxxx[ ȶ | ћ | e | H | ɨ | s | ȶ | σ | r | ӌ ]... H i s t o r y : Cecelia was the fourth born child to Erik and Fedora just before her brother Greigoir and after her twin brothers Demetri and Nikolai and older sister Danae. Being the fourth child and second daughter did not mean diddly squat to her parents. They were much more interested in the twins, especially Demetri who was going to be the heir of the Kingdom.
At an early age it was apparent that Cecelia had inherited her father’s telekinesis, but even that did not gain her any favor with her parents. Being left to her own devices caused Cecelia to become a bit of a terror, causing her keepers and servants to become frazzled and exhausted trying to keep the child entertained and out of the Kingdom’s affairs.
Just before she became a teenager, her older brother Demeteri was killed, and the death rocked the family. While she was not really close to her parents, Cecelia was close to her siblings and the Prudence court. The grieving went on for months, and the atmosphere in the castle remained sullen for quite some time. Nikolai was not their father’s choice for an heir, and the King was miserable at the fact that Nikolai would rule some day, despite his arranged marriage to the clever Milani.
As a teenager, the torment Cecelia caused did not relinquish. Instead of being bored, now she was demanding. She wanted constant attention and deemed everything her servants did to be mediocre and below her standards. Still running around on her own, Cecelia often ran away from her tutors to be outside, snow or shine. She wasn’t much into learning and preferred fine food, clothes and partying over reading and writing. The Princess was also quite fond of the idea of keeping her virginity until she married. Unlike her womanizing brother, Cecelia wanted to stay pure and clean, something she strived for everyday despite her bratty nature.
When the Kingdom was plunged into war and turmoil, Cecelia refused to go away to the safe Kingdom. While her siblings went one by one, Cecelia continued to refuse, baracading herself in her room and refusing to leave. Her Kingdom was a mess, yes, but going to a place where all of the Kingdom’s heirs and children were going seemed less safe. What if someone from Lust were to Attack her? Murder her? Or worse, take away her virginity? Something Cecelia prided herself on. Eventually her parents succeeded in getting Cecelia out of the Kingdom and into a carriage to take her to the castle.
But the Princess didn’t even make it outside the castle walls before she was seized by an assassin and murdered. While heading down to the stables, the silent assassin came up behind the girl and slit her throat. Her haggard gasp and cry of pain alerted the guards ahead of her and they quickly descended upon the intruder, killing him on the spot. In the moments proceeding Cecelia’s death it became apparent that the assassin had impersonated a guard, taking out his partner and killing the girl the moment he had a chance.
Moments later a small group of people gathered in the King’s chambers to discuss the incident. Unable to burry the body properly, the King and Queen ordered servants to take Cecelia’s body to an undisclosed location. They would retrieve it when the wars were over. They also declared a round up of any personnel that were acting out of character to be interrogated for spies. And last but not least, the King and Queen turned to the last person they had to deal with before the ordeal could be over with; Cecelia’s ghost.
Appalled and shocked that she had been murdered in her own home the girl refused to die…completely that is. And now that she knew her body was going to be kept frozen some where, Cecelia was adamant that she was not going to cross over until her body was properly buried. Exhausted and shaken by the ordeal her parents gave in and decided that she should still go to Veritas’s castle. While her body would be safe else where, her soul would be safe at the god’s estate. P e r s o n a l i t y : Stubborn, arrogant, free spirited, spoiled, a cold fish. L i k e s : Snow, cold weather, Ice, Chocolate, maple covered peanuts D i s l i k e s : Weeds, deserts, mushrooms, guys who just want sex, strawberries xxxxxx[ ȶ | ћ | e | A | ɗ | ɗ | ɨ | ȶ | ɨ | σ | n | s ]... P o w e r : Telepathic Communication: Celia has ability to speak with others via the mind. ]xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r S t r e n g t h s : She can speak with any human within a half mile radius. The closer the person is, the stronger the voice and the connection. ]xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r W e a k n e s s e s : The farther a person is, the harder it is for Celia to talk to said person. Anything from the voice dropping to the voice being barely above a whisper will happen as the person is farther from Celia. After a certain point, Celia can no longer talk with people and will have to wait until they come closer. ]xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r M a s t e r y : 5 W e a p o n s : None
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