I found a thing. =O Would it maybe work? It's not nearly as dark, but it's the right kind of picture for this rp.
Posted: Sun Aug 25, 2013 11:17 pm
Miss Fruit Loops
Kiri sai
I found a thing. =O Would it maybe work? It's not nearly as dark, but it's the right kind of picture for this rp.
Not really. There are two very key traits to Aoi's appearance, first is that she has long, bright red hair and blue eyes. The second is that she looks fairly young and relatively innocent, a misleading trait she exploits to her advantage. The tail and ears are slightly less important and I can rework the profile around it if I have to.
Admittedly, I actually found the image I have when searching 'red riding hood' and it was one of the top 15 or so images on DA. I was looking for a character image with a red cloak at the time, but liked the image I found a lot better and it gave me more ideas to work with.
Not sure if any of this is helpful or not, but maybe it can narrow down the image pool a bit.
I found a thing. =O Would it maybe work? It's not nearly as dark, but it's the right kind of picture for this rp.
Not really. There are two very key traits to Aoi's appearance, first is that she has long, bright red hair and blue eyes. The second is that she looks fairly young and relatively innocent, a misleading trait she exploits to her advantage. The tail and ears are slightly less important and I can rework the profile around it if I have to.
Admittedly, I actually found the image I have when searching 'red riding hood' and it was one of the top 15 or so images on DA. I was looking for a character image with a red cloak at the time, but liked the image I found a lot better and it gave me more ideas to work with.
Not sure if any of this is helpful or not, but maybe it can narrow down the image pool a bit.
Okay. If you don't find anything by tomorrow I'll look again. =3
"When the light comes out, the cockroaches scatter."
I have lived for 452 years. I am an elf affiliated with Zeladis. I am on team three as a warrior of light and herbalist. Gender is irrelevant to my sexual interest.
I prefer people call me by my name or my appointed title.
↣ A b i l i t i e s ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ I was blessed as a child with divine radiance. As I grew, my powers over light manifested into powerful weapons capable of shredding through flesh as well as darkness. I wield lances of pure light gifted to me by a divine being that saw my soul as pure. The being came as a mystery to my parents, but they were glad to accept the gift given to their lone child. I can create light sources with the flick of a wrist, but, as I stated previously, their most common use are as thrown lances. I have the ability to blend into the light as others so often blend in with the shadow. If it is bright enough, I can meld into the light and allow it to cloak my being, just as a thief does in shadow. I also have knowledge of a variety of plants and herbs for temporary boons to health, stamina, and perception. Although not nearly as developed as any alchemist, I am familiar with addressing wounds and tending to injuries of the mind, body, or spirit, mostly from my homeland and upbringing.
↣ P e r s o n a l i t y ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ I was blessed because of the purity of my heart and raised by a proud set of parents, despite our adversities growing up in the poorer parts of the kingdom of elves. I have always been a fast learner with a penchant for memorization. I aspire to push my limits to their maximum capacities, both in mind and body. I know what I am capable of, and it is better than most people will ever achieve. I am a go-getter, a warrior of light that seeks to destroy those impure and unfit for positions of power. I have faced a great deal of adversity from non-believers, especially among my own kind, calling my gifts tainted and my God evil. I will prove them wrong. I believe in the Vampire Queen because she has chosen to believe in me, despite what my blood-born brothers and sisters think of my tactics and gifts. I embrace ambition in others and seek to demonstrate my abilities with fervor.
↣ M y x S t o r y ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ I was born to a poor family with a nearly-infertile mother. She tried for centuries to have a child to no avail. The same man, her life partner, felt as though their lives could be enriched if they focused their energies into prayer. So he prayed days and nights away, desperately searching for a deity who would answer their plight. It seemed somehow that the prayers had been answered, because within about a year's time, the mother bore a child; a baby girl. Me. It was shortly thereafter that my parents were approached by a divine being of light, one that saw the purity in my divine-touched heart, that granted me the abilities of light from its own power source. Though I have never met this entity, I know of his name: Lucivius, the Lightbearer, Bringer of the Brilliance. I will never forget the power he has bestowed unto me. Neither would my parents. Despite our impoverished circumstances, I lead a happy childhood honing my natural abilities, though it was mostly spent alone. People of the Elf Kingdom believed that the God who gifted me my abilities was not one of benevolence. They believed he was a God of tyranny, of harsh, unforgiving ambition; even some called him a God of extermination. I never believed that, and neither did my parents.We knew better, despite what those ignorant fools said. Why else would I have been blessed by a God? I need to show people the way. I left the Elven Kingdom to protect my parents. People didn't appreciate my ambition, my abilities, or my God. They called me a false prophet...but I would show them. I traveled alone to the kingdom of Zeladis. Where most people were keen to criticize my heritage, I showed them the error of their ways. My brazen march to the Queen and King of the kingdom left a wake of weakness so large that they couldn't help but notice me. Appreciating my passion, the Queen offered me a place among the kingdom if I could prove to her my abilities within the game. I will not fail her. With Lucivius as my guide, I will find my place in this world.
↣ H o w x I x G o t x H e r e ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ I made my place in the kingdom by carving out a path of weakness among those who wished to sabotage me. A great deal of this place is filled with darkness, but there are beacons of light among them, which tells me that the God of Light is still with me even now. I will walk in his light, a radiant dawn among dusk-touched lands. I will compete in these games and show the country my merit.
ooc: To be perfectly clear about her, this character is a bit of a dingbat. The 'God' that she worships is really up to you, but I picture him as her elf kin did; corrupted, giving her a gift only so she acts as a herald of sorts. Let me know if I need to adjust anything.
"When the light comes out, the cockroaches scatter."
I have lived for 452 years. I am an elf affiliated with Zeladis. I am on team three as a warrior of light and herbalist. Gender is irrelevant to my sexual interest.
I prefer people call me by my name or my appointed title.
↣ A b i l i t i e s ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ I was blessed as a child with divine radiance. As I grew, my powers over light manifested into powerful weapons capable of shredding through flesh as well as darkness. I wield lances of pure light gifted to me by a divine being that saw my soul as pure. The being came as a mystery to my parents, but they were glad to accept the gift given to their lone child. I can create light sources with the flick of a wrist, but, as I stated previously, their most common use are as thrown lances. I have the ability to blend into the light as others so often blend in with the shadow. If it is bright enough, I can meld into the light and allow it to cloak my being, just as a thief does in shadow. I also have knowledge of a variety of plants and herbs for temporary boons to health, stamina, and perception. Although not nearly as developed as any alchemist, I am familiar with addressing wounds and tending to injuries of the mind, body, or spirit, mostly from my homeland and upbringing.
↣ P e r s o n a l i t y ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ I was blessed because of the purity of my heart and raised by a proud set of parents, despite our adversities growing up in the poorer parts of the kingdom of elves. I have always been a fast learner with a penchant for memorization. I aspire to push my limits to their maximum capacities, both in mind and body. I know what I am capable of, and it is better than most people will ever achieve. I am a go-getter, a warrior of light that seeks to destroy those impure and unfit for positions of power. I have faced a great deal of adversity from non-believers, especially among my own kind, calling my gifts tainted and my God evil. I will prove them wrong. I believe in the Vampire Queen because she has chosen to believe in me, despite what my blood-born brothers and sisters think of my tactics and gifts. I embrace ambition in others and seek to demonstrate my abilities with fervor.
↣ M y x S t o r y ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ I was born to a poor family with a nearly-infertile mother. She tried for centuries to have a child to no avail. The same man, her life partner, felt as though their lives could be enriched if they focused their energies into prayer. So he prayed days and nights away, desperately searching for a deity who would answer their plight. It seemed somehow that the prayers had been answered, because within about a year's time, the mother bore a child; a baby girl. Me. It was shortly thereafter that my parents were approached by a divine being of light, one that saw the purity in my divine-touched heart, that granted me the abilities of light from its own power source. Though I have never met this entity, I know of his name: Lucivius, the Lightbearer, Bringer of the Brilliance. I will never forget the power he has bestowed unto me. Neither would my parents. Despite our impoverished circumstances, I lead a happy childhood honing my natural abilities, though it was mostly spent alone. People of the Elf Kingdom believed that the God who gifted me my abilities was not one of benevolence. They believed he was a God of tyranny, of harsh, unforgiving ambition; even some called him a God of extermination. I never believed that, and neither did my parents.We knew better, despite what those ignorant fools said. Why else would I have been blessed by a God? I need to show people the way. I left the Elven Kingdom to protect my parents. People didn't appreciate my ambition, my abilities, or my God. They called me a false prophet...but I would show them. I traveled alone to the kingdom of Zeladis. Where most people were keen to criticize my heritage, I showed them the error of their ways. My brazen march to the Queen and King of the kingdom left a wake of weakness so large that they couldn't help but notice me. Appreciating my passion, the Queen offered me a place among the kingdom if I could prove to her my abilities within the game. I will not fail her. With Lucivius as my guide, I will find my place in this world.
↣ H o w x I x G o t x H e r e ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ I made my place in the kingdom by carving out a path of weakness among those who wished to sabotage me. A great deal of this place is filled with darkness, but there are beacons of light among them, which tells me that the God of Light is still with me even now. I will walk in his light, a radiant dawn among dusk-touched lands. I will compete in these games and show the country my merit.
ooc: To be perfectly clear about her, this character is a bit of a dingbat. The 'God' that she worships is really up to you, but I picture him as her elf kin did; corrupted, giving her a gift only so she acts as a herald of sorts. Let me know if I need to adjust anything.
Perfect! I have no problems with her. X3 Please post in the profile thread.
Posted: Mon Aug 26, 2013 6:50 pm
Miss Fruit Loops
Kiri sai
Miss Fruit Loops
Kiri sai
I found a thing. =O Would it maybe work? It's not nearly as dark, but it's the right kind of picture for this rp.
Not really. There are two very key traits to Aoi's appearance, first is that she has long, bright red hair and blue eyes. The second is that she looks fairly young and relatively innocent, a misleading trait she exploits to her advantage. The tail and ears are slightly less important and I can rework the profile around it if I have to.
Admittedly, I actually found the image I have when searching 'red riding hood' and it was one of the top 15 or so images on DA. I was looking for a character image with a red cloak at the time, but liked the image I found a lot better and it gave me more ideas to work with.
Not sure if any of this is helpful or not, but maybe it can narrow down the image pool a bit.
Okay. If you don't find anything by tomorrow I'll look again. =3
Okay, I've done some searching, but nothing's really jumped out at me for Aoi. I did manage to track down the image I had and the artist behind it... who actually has a gallery for that specific character. You seem to have a better understanding of what counts as 'fantasy art' and not 'fantasy-anime art' than I do, so I'm linking the artist's gallery and you can flip through it and maybe tell what images, if any, would fit the RP.
I found a thing. =O Would it maybe work? It's not nearly as dark, but it's the right kind of picture for this rp.
Not really. There are two very key traits to Aoi's appearance, first is that she has long, bright red hair and blue eyes. The second is that she looks fairly young and relatively innocent, a misleading trait she exploits to her advantage. The tail and ears are slightly less important and I can rework the profile around it if I have to.
Admittedly, I actually found the image I have when searching 'red riding hood' and it was one of the top 15 or so images on DA. I was looking for a character image with a red cloak at the time, but liked the image I found a lot better and it gave me more ideas to work with.
Not sure if any of this is helpful or not, but maybe it can narrow down the image pool a bit.
Okay. If you don't find anything by tomorrow I'll look again. =3
Okay, I've done some searching, but nothing's really jumped out at me for Aoi. I did manage to track down the image I had and the artist behind it... who actually has a gallery for that specific character. You seem to have a better understanding of what counts as 'fantasy art' and not 'fantasy-anime art' than I do, so I'm linking the artist's gallery and you can flip through it and maybe tell what images, if any, would fit the RP.
I'll accept this one. But all of her pictures are anime. lol That one though has some more fantasy like stuff in it rather than cartoony anime style.
Posted: Mon Aug 26, 2013 7:29 pm
Miss Fruit Loops
I'll accept this one. But all of her pictures are anime. lol That one though has some more fantasy like stuff in it rather than cartoony anime style.
I had a feeling that would be the one you'd pick, that or the one titled 'Empty Pink space'... neither of which I'm overly fond of... which means I either can't use this character for Aoi... or Aoi may just need a rewrite entirely to fit a new image.
EDIT: I'm going with a rewrite for Aoi entirely, nixing the hybrid idea as well as using a different image.
"Death's not so bad... it's the dying part that can be truly horrifying... let me show you."
I have been around for about 75 years, in my current state, was aged a mere fifteen prior to that. I am a Demon and affiliated with Malandaia. I am on team two as a fighter. I don't really fancy anyone...
I have a few nicknames. Little red - 'Red' But I would rather you call me Aoi or Red.
↣ A b i l i t i e s ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ Aoi is a 'born' demon and possesses a relatively human body, but has incredible agility, speed and strength despite her small size. Due to a desire to avenge her death, she was granted two gifts of the underworld to help her, the first being the shroud of blood, which lets her levitate, pass through solid objects and teleport short distances in a red haze. The second is the Devouring blade, a demonic sword that eats away the life essence of anyone it cuts, regardless if the cut was fatal or not. However, the blade only saps small portions at a time if the cuts aren't lethal, a single cut can be considered equal to sapping about a day off the end of a person's lifespan and skin must be broken for this to occur. The resulting draining of life essence with each cut also drains the opponent's constitution more so than a cut would from a normal blade, regardless of severity. The life essence can then be converted into energy and magical power for Aoi, making her seem to grow progressively stronger as a battle wears on. If the blade kills someone outright, it absorbs the remainder of life the person would've had if they'd still been alive. She also knows some basic fire spells and trap curses.
↣ P e r s o n a l i t y ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ Aoi is rather quiet and distant, not really one to talk to anyone unless she absolutely has to. She tends to favor being isolated over social settings and has shown a tendency to mutter to herself when alone, possibly talking to her shroud or the Devouring blade. In combat, she displays a hidden sadistic side, grinning darkly whenever she manages to overpower an opponent and preferring to take her time in defeating them. She also harbors a deep hatred for Werewolves, though only wolves and not the other were-species. If she ever manages to open up to anyone emotionally, it would be revealed that she's a very sad and tragic person and doesn't really know what her place in the world is anymore.
↣ M y x S t o r y ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ Aoi's life prior to becoming a demon bears several eerie similarities to the old fairy tale of Little Red Riding hood. Her life was simple, but content, living with her parents and grandmother for most of her life. She was well known for having vibrant red hair and blue eyes. When she was about 12, her father was forced to join in a civilian militia to help put down an uprising population of werewolves nearby. He was sadly killed in the fighting and her mother fell into a deep depression after that, eventually losing the will to live and dying quietly one night. Aoi moved out with her grandmother to a smaller cabin, the old place having too many painful memories for them both. The cabin was secluded and deeper into the forest than most were. Whenever food or other supplies were needed, Aoi would return to the town to get them, even performing small, odd jobs to pay for what she could get. It was on one such trip after her fifteenth birthday that, when she returned to the cabin, came upon the horrifying sight of three werewolves eating her slain grandmother. Upon seeing the young girl, they indulged in a different hunger and literally raped her to death. Even before dying, her soul managed to linger and hold onto enough hate and pain to avoid being sent straight to paradise. This allowed her to speak with Death himself and ask to be brought back as a demon, as she wanted to punish the wolves that had killed her. Death felt enough sympathy for the girl's circumstances and allowed it, even granting her the shroud of blood and Devouring blade to help her. After coming back, she later learned that the wolves she'd... encountered, were not normal werewolves, but ones that had gone feral and lost their humanity. While this didn't lessen her hatred for wolves in general, it gave her a focus on which ones to slay as punishment. It's said that after her new uprising, the count of feral wolves decreased dramatically.
↣ H o w x I x G o t x H e r e ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ Aoi was originally meant to be on the Zeladis team, simply because she was a demon, but she didn't agree with their true end-game ideas and instead sought out the Malandaia team. She was accepted with some initial caution and skepticism, but managed to prove herself of being genuine in wanting to join their team. Her reason for joining was to hopefully find a way to adequately punish all wolves for the crimes their feral cousins had committed.
"Come away, O child! To the waters and the wild With a faery, hand in hand, For the world's more full of weeping Than you can understand."
I have been around for all of creation. I am a Fae and am a Mischievous Predator. I intend on taking out every single creature that dares to intrude on my land Driving you crazy suits my fancy more than life itself.
↣ A b i l i t i e s ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ Naga is a dark fae giving her manipulation over all of her locations elements as well as dark magics. Illusions in the desert are her favorite past times, she can also offer an occasional pact with a creature if they give her something in return. While in her illusion appearance she is quick and nimble able to dart in and out of things. She has poisoned fangs as well as poisoned daggers on her sides. Naga is able to turn into a gargantuan snake with increased strength and speed.
↣ P e r s o n a l i t y ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ Naga has always enjoyed tempting mortal creatures out into her desert to die. Often she will manipulate things behind the scenes then make a grand entrance sealing their death with a laugh.
"Death's not so bad... it's the dying part that can be truly horrifying... let me show you."
I have been around for about 75 years, in my current state, was aged a mere fifteen prior to that. I am a Demon and affiliated with Malandaia. I am on team two as a fighter. I don't really fancy anyone...
I have a few nicknames. Little red - 'Red' But I would rather you call me Aoi or Red.
↣ A b i l i t i e s ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ Aoi is a 'born' demon and possesses a relatively human body, but has incredible agility, speed and strength despite her small size. Due to a desire to avenge her death, she was granted two gifts of the underworld to help her, the first being the shroud of blood, which lets her levitate, pass through solid objects and teleport short distances in a red haze. The second is the Devouring blade, a demonic sword that eats away the life essence of anyone it cuts, regardless if the cut was fatal or not. However, the blade only saps small portions at a time if the cuts aren't lethal, often weakening her opponent slowly rather than slaying them outright. She also knows some basic fire spells and trap curses.
↣ P e r s o n a l i t y ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ Aoi is rather quiet and distant, not really one to talk to anyone unless she absolutely has to. She tends to favor being isolated over social settings and has shown a tendency to mutter to herself when alone, possibly talking to her shroud or the Devouring blade. In combat, she displays a hidden sadistic side, grinning darkly whenever she manages to overpower an opponent and preferring to take her time in defeating them. She also harbors a deep hatred for Werewolves, though only wolves and not the other were-species. If she ever manages to open up to anyone emotionally, it would be revealed that she's a very sad and tragic person and doesn't really know what her place in the world is anymore.
↣ M y x S t o r y ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ Aoi's life prior to becoming a demon bears several eerie similarities to the old fairy tale of Little Red Riding hood. Her life was simple, but content, living with her parents and grandmother for most of her life. She was well known for having vibrant red hair and blue eyes. When she was about 12, her father was forced to join in a civilian militia to help put down an uprising population of werewolves nearby. He was sadly killed in the fighting and her mother fell into a deep depression after that, eventually losing the will to live and dying quietly one night. Aoi moved out with her grandmother to a smaller cabin, the old place having too many painful memories for them both. The cabin was secluded and deeper into the forest than most were. Whenever food or other supplies were needed, Aoi would return to the town to get them, even performing small, odd jobs to pay for what she could get. It was on one such trip after her fifteenth birthday that, when she returned to the cabin, came upon the horrifying sight of three werewolves eating her slain grandmother. Upon seeing the young girl, they indulged in a different hunger and literally raped her to death. Even before dying, her soul managed to linger and hold onto enough hate and pain to avoid being sent straight to paradise. This allowed her to speak with Death himself and ask to be brought back as a demon, as she wanted to punish the wolves that had killed her. Death felt enough sympathy for the girl's circumstances and allowed it, even granting her the shroud of blood and Devouring blade to help her. After coming back, she later learned that the wolves she'd... encountered, were not normal werewolves, but ones that had gone feral and lost their humanity. While this didn't lessen her hatred for wolves in general, it gave her a focus on which ones to slay as punishment. It's said that after her new uprising, the count of feral wolves decreased dramatically.
↣ H o w x I x G o t x H e r e ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ Aoi was originally meant to be on the Zeladis team, simply because she was a demon, but she didn't agree with their true end-game ideas and instead sought out the Malandaia team. She was accepted with some initial caution and skepticism, but managed to prove herself of being genuine in wanting to join their team. Her reason for joining was to hopefully find a way to adequately punish all wolves for the crimes their feral cousins had committed.
Accepted! Though a little more explanation for how the blade works would be great. I would just like people to know how to have their characters react if they got cut. Does it take away part of the time they have in their life? And does it only take life force when touching/slicing an opponent? Or does the effect drain them over time? And if it drains them over time without having contact, how does it do so? =O
"Come away, O child! To the waters and the wild With a faery, hand in hand, For the world's more full of weeping Than you can understand."
I have been around for all of creation. I am a Fae and am a Mischievous Predator. I intend on taking out every single creature that dares to intrude on my land Driving you crazy suits my fancy more than life itself.
↣ A b i l i t i e s ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ Naga is a dark fae giving her manipulation over all of her locations elements as well as dark magics. Illusions in the desert are her favorite past times, she can also offer an occasional pact with a creature if they give her something in return. While in her illusion appearance she is quick and nimble able to dart in and out of things. She has poisoned fangs as well as poisoned daggers on her sides. Naga is able to turn into a gargantuan snake with increased strength and speed.
↣ P e r s o n a l i t y ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ Naga has always enjoyed tempting mortal creatures out into her desert to die. Often she will manipulate things behind the scenes then make a grand entrance sealing their death with a laugh.
Yay!!!! Our first predator!!! <3 Accepted! She would be great in the barren wastelands of Zeladis. X3 It's the most desert like area. In fact, it probably looks just like a desert with random rock formations.
"Death's not so bad... it's the dying part that can be truly horrifying... let me show you."
I have been around for about 75 years, in my current state, was aged a mere fifteen prior to that. I am a Demon and affiliated with Malandaia. I am on team two as a fighter. I don't really fancy anyone...
I have a few nicknames. Little red - 'Red' But I would rather you call me Aoi or Red.
↣ A b i l i t i e s ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ Aoi is a 'born' demon and possesses a relatively human body, but has incredible agility, speed and strength despite her small size. Due to a desire to avenge her death, she was granted two gifts of the underworld to help her, the first being the shroud of blood, which lets her levitate, pass through solid objects and teleport short distances in a red haze. The second is the Devouring blade, a demonic sword that eats away the life essence of anyone it cuts, regardless if the cut was fatal or not. However, the blade only saps small portions at a time if the cuts aren't lethal, often weakening her opponent slowly rather than slaying them outright. She also knows some basic fire spells and trap curses.
↣ P e r s o n a l i t y ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ Aoi is rather quiet and distant, not really one to talk to anyone unless she absolutely has to. She tends to favor being isolated over social settings and has shown a tendency to mutter to herself when alone, possibly talking to her shroud or the Devouring blade. In combat, she displays a hidden sadistic side, grinning darkly whenever she manages to overpower an opponent and preferring to take her time in defeating them. She also harbors a deep hatred for Werewolves, though only wolves and not the other were-species. If she ever manages to open up to anyone emotionally, it would be revealed that she's a very sad and tragic person and doesn't really know what her place in the world is anymore.
↣ M y x S t o r y ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ Aoi's life prior to becoming a demon bears several eerie similarities to the old fairy tale of Little Red Riding hood. Her life was simple, but content, living with her parents and grandmother for most of her life. She was well known for having vibrant red hair and blue eyes. When she was about 12, her father was forced to join in a civilian militia to help put down an uprising population of werewolves nearby. He was sadly killed in the fighting and her mother fell into a deep depression after that, eventually losing the will to live and dying quietly one night. Aoi moved out with her grandmother to a smaller cabin, the old place having too many painful memories for them both. The cabin was secluded and deeper into the forest than most were. Whenever food or other supplies were needed, Aoi would return to the town to get them, even performing small, odd jobs to pay for what she could get. It was on one such trip after her fifteenth birthday that, when she returned to the cabin, came upon the horrifying sight of three werewolves eating her slain grandmother. Upon seeing the young girl, they indulged in a different hunger and literally raped her to death. Even before dying, her soul managed to linger and hold onto enough hate and pain to avoid being sent straight to paradise. This allowed her to speak with Death himself and ask to be brought back as a demon, as she wanted to punish the wolves that had killed her. Death felt enough sympathy for the girl's circumstances and allowed it, even granting her the shroud of blood and Devouring blade to help her. After coming back, she later learned that the wolves she'd... encountered, were not normal werewolves, but ones that had gone feral and lost their humanity. While this didn't lessen her hatred for wolves in general, it gave her a focus on which ones to slay as punishment. It's said that after her new uprising, the count of feral wolves decreased dramatically.
↣ H o w x I x G o t x H e r e ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ Aoi was originally meant to be on the Zeladis team, simply because she was a demon, but she didn't agree with their true end-game ideas and instead sought out the Malandaia team. She was accepted with some initial caution and skepticism, but managed to prove herself of being genuine in wanting to join their team. Her reason for joining was to hopefully find a way to adequately punish all wolves for the crimes their feral cousins had committed.
Accepted! Though a little more explanation for how the blade works would be great. I would just like people to know how to have their characters react if they got cut. Does it take away part of the time they have in their life? And does it only take life force when touching/slicing an opponent? Or does the effect drain them over time? And if it drains them over time without having contact, how does it do so? =O
Expanded on the blade's abilities. Granted I wrote the abilities section while on the verge of falling asleep, so some details did slip by when I wrote it initially.
"Death's not so bad... it's the dying part that can be truly horrifying... let me show you."
I have been around for about 75 years, in my current state, was aged a mere fifteen prior to that. I am a Demon and affiliated with Malandaia. I am on team two as a fighter. I don't really fancy anyone...
I have a few nicknames. Little red - 'Red' But I would rather you call me Aoi or Red.
↣ A b i l i t i e s ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ Aoi is a 'born' demon and possesses a relatively human body, but has incredible agility, speed and strength despite her small size. Due to a desire to avenge her death, she was granted two gifts of the underworld to help her, the first being the shroud of blood, which lets her levitate, pass through solid objects and teleport short distances in a red haze. The second is the Devouring blade, a demonic sword that eats away the life essence of anyone it cuts, regardless if the cut was fatal or not. However, the blade only saps small portions at a time if the cuts aren't lethal, often weakening her opponent slowly rather than slaying them outright. She also knows some basic fire spells and trap curses.
↣ P e r s o n a l i t y ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ Aoi is rather quiet and distant, not really one to talk to anyone unless she absolutely has to. She tends to favor being isolated over social settings and has shown a tendency to mutter to herself when alone, possibly talking to her shroud or the Devouring blade. In combat, she displays a hidden sadistic side, grinning darkly whenever she manages to overpower an opponent and preferring to take her time in defeating them. She also harbors a deep hatred for Werewolves, though only wolves and not the other were-species. If she ever manages to open up to anyone emotionally, it would be revealed that she's a very sad and tragic person and doesn't really know what her place in the world is anymore.
↣ M y x S t o r y ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ Aoi's life prior to becoming a demon bears several eerie similarities to the old fairy tale of Little Red Riding hood. Her life was simple, but content, living with her parents and grandmother for most of her life. She was well known for having vibrant red hair and blue eyes. When she was about 12, her father was forced to join in a civilian militia to help put down an uprising population of werewolves nearby. He was sadly killed in the fighting and her mother fell into a deep depression after that, eventually losing the will to live and dying quietly one night. Aoi moved out with her grandmother to a smaller cabin, the old place having too many painful memories for them both. The cabin was secluded and deeper into the forest than most were. Whenever food or other supplies were needed, Aoi would return to the town to get them, even performing small, odd jobs to pay for what she could get. It was on one such trip after her fifteenth birthday that, when she returned to the cabin, came upon the horrifying sight of three werewolves eating her slain grandmother. Upon seeing the young girl, they indulged in a different hunger and literally raped her to death. Even before dying, her soul managed to linger and hold onto enough hate and pain to avoid being sent straight to paradise. This allowed her to speak with Death himself and ask to be brought back as a demon, as she wanted to punish the wolves that had killed her. Death felt enough sympathy for the girl's circumstances and allowed it, even granting her the shroud of blood and Devouring blade to help her. After coming back, she later learned that the wolves she'd... encountered, were not normal werewolves, but ones that had gone feral and lost their humanity. While this didn't lessen her hatred for wolves in general, it gave her a focus on which ones to slay as punishment. It's said that after her new uprising, the count of feral wolves decreased dramatically.
↣ H o w x I x G o t x H e r e ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ Aoi was originally meant to be on the Zeladis team, simply because she was a demon, but she didn't agree with their true end-game ideas and instead sought out the Malandaia team. She was accepted with some initial caution and skepticism, but managed to prove herself of being genuine in wanting to join their team. Her reason for joining was to hopefully find a way to adequately punish all wolves for the crimes their feral cousins had committed.
Accepted! Though a little more explanation for how the blade works would be great. I would just like people to know how to have their characters react if they got cut. Does it take away part of the time they have in their life? And does it only take life force when touching/slicing an opponent? Or does the effect drain them over time? And if it drains them over time without having contact, how does it do so? =O
Expanded on the blade's abilities. Granted I wrote the abilities section while on the verge of falling asleep, so some details did slip by when I wrote it initially.
I just realized that the image and basic background of Bryn would've worked for Aoi's initial idea, if someone else wasn't using the image already. But I like the more direct parallel to Red Riding hood better than the ironically named thief idea. 'Aoi Akari' roughly translates to 'Blue and Red' in japanese, in fact.
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