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 Posted: Sat Sep 28, 2013 4:57 pm
 Name: Makovi Nymic
Theme SongGuild: NeutralStudent at an Academy: Not yetAge: 14Race: Elemental Home Location: An old Warehouse on the edge of the desert of Albanoch, near the manufacturing stations in the Iron City of Asmodius.Extra Information: Mac is, more or less, employed as a energy source to help power the machinery around the less popular districts of the Iron City.. He is paid well for his work, and since the boy is useful they let him reside in the area. This does not, however, earn him a place among them.. Mac fends for himself, and attempts little contact with strangers. Mac needs metal on his human form to use any hint of control on his electricity.. Otherwise his magic forms as a raw blast of lightning, still too young to direct and channel his magic on his own. Makovi also has issues controlling his own strength, and is afraid of large bodies of water simply because the liquid amplifies his magic.. and depletes his control over it. Personality: Introverted. Makovi grew up taking care of himself and expresses little-to-no interest in those around him.. Black listing everyone as 'useful' or 'not useful' and not bothering to dig any deeper than that. People use him, he just returns the favor.. The boy is independent, headstrong, and seriously lacking in manners or respect to those that do not earn it from him. For him it is not 'right or wrong', just the amount of money it will take to get him to do something. It may take time, but his loyalty and affection can be earned. Of course, growing up on his own in such a place, Mac as no real understanding of kinder emotions or even other Elementals.. Which brings to light his greatest weakness. His youthful curiosity. If something does catch his attention, he'll explore it regardless of the danger or effort it takes. Biography: Makovi was born, and remained, in his human form until the age of six.. Already a orphan at this age and roaming the streets he did not have to put much effort into hiding the changes that were taking place; Feathers growing from his skin and odd metal oozing from his pores to form plates over random patches of his body.. The transition took perhaps three weeks before he became too ill to even venture outside his hideout. Days passed, perhaps a even a week, but his slumber was not broken until the door to his home was yanked open and a stranger stood before him.
It was odd to see an adult look so small, at first the boy did not even notice his own change.. It was a shock to say the least, but it did not inspire panic. The new body felt.. 'right'.. somehow. The stranger, a man who introduced himself as Leon, simply sat down and started to build a fire.. talking in a low, calm, voice as if untroubled by the beast that he had found. It was a odd start to a steady companionship, though the human came only a few nights each month during his travels they still formed a comfortable bond by using each other. Leon would take the metal that Makovi shed, and in return he would keep him up to date with the events in the world.. It was a simple but peaceful time.
It lasted for a year, this odd relationship.. before Leon disappeared. Makovi waited, and waited, but his friend never returned.. And thinking himself abandoned again the boy hardened himself. He focused, learning to survive on his own and regain his 'human' body to venture out and find work.. After showing his affinity for Electricity the local factory took him on, even letting him stay in the warehouse on the back of their land.. and he learned how to fight by brawling with ruffians on the streets. Without a doubt, he couldn't take on a trained fighter in a fair fight.. but he figured out enough to at least defend himself. It took a while.. he lost the vision in his left eye at the age of nine, wondering around late one night and stumbling across a group of men trying to break into the factory. Honestly he had no intention of interfering with them, it was none of his concern if someone stole from the place, but they did not seem to care.. Mac didn't win that fight, it was luck that he only lost his eye and cracked two ribs in the scuffle before the noise lured a group of Guards to the scene. They chased the men off and, when given the chance, Mac slipped away from their attention to nurse his wounds. For obvious reasons he does not trust or interact with other people, but the boy has started to pay more and more attention to the fact that there is more to the world than the plot of land he grew up on.. and his curiosity has started to get the better of him.Preferred magic/weapons if any: Lightning Magic and Glass, which he makes when needed by charging his magic through grains of sand. While hot it remains as a liquid which can be thrown, as it cools it solidifies into a rough, unique glass. He does have a simple one-handed sword.. though he has very little skill in using it to be more than a conductor for his magic. Likes: Money, precious metals, music, and food. A nice night at the edge of the desert, stars and the moon shining? By far his favorite place.Dislikes: Most other beings, and people touching him. Water, because it lets his magic run wild, and small places that restrict him from returning to his natural form. His Natural Form: Easily the size of a large horse, his feet are bird-like and tipped in talons.. Three fingers forward and one facing back on each foot. The 'metal' found on his body is actually a part of him, shedding like the antlers of other mammals at times and growing back larger.. The metal he sheds can be smelted and used as a highly conductive alloy akin to steel. Though he may not do so often, he can 'speak' in this form.. though it is more along the lines of thought-projection than actually talking. 
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Posted: Sat Sep 28, 2013 10:05 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 07, 2013 1:21 am
 Name: Matimune Valorian
( Mat-Ah-Mune)
Also called:
Necrosyphel, The Fallen.
Theme SongGuild: Enemy to All. Student at an Academy: Graduate - Asmodius College Age: 28Race: Tainted Divine Home Location: Being Built. Extra Information: Matimune, like all in his family, has off colored eyes.. one Silver, one Gold. Unlike his family, however, he left the service of the Injustira Syndicate.. Finding his idea of Justice did not quite match with the laws they expected him to uphold. He may be a little rough, but he will rarely start trouble without good reason.. or provocation. The man hates the fact that those of the 'Divine' race are damned to oblivion after death, almost bitterly so..
His favorite saying is: " They have all the Virtues I dislike, and none of the Vices I admire."Personality: Once this man protected others, following a strict moral code that.. though questionable to others.. he would obey unwaveringly. That time is long over; Matimune.. or rather.. Necrosyphel, as the Damned Ones call him, hears their words and often calls on their power when it suites him.. But he only serves them when it suites his mood. It is true that he will avoid taking the life of children when he is able, but adults.. or brats that get in his way.. are fair game when they dare to hinder his plans. He still seems calm; Watching the events around himself and learning passively until he is ready to make his move.. But there is a edge to him that is 'off'. His humor is wicked, behaving rather boldly when in the mood to charm or chase women, and few can tell what he is thinking or how he will act. Sometimes he will help someone in need, though rarely in the way others would expect.. and few recognize the fact that he is helping at all, often going unseen or mistaken for harmful intentions.
Never make the mistake in thinking that because he is more likely to show mercy towards the weak, he must be a good man.. He has strange interests at heart and will do what he must to reach his goals. Though just what he is aiming for, few would understand and he does not say much.. Only that the children of Angels are damned. Biography: Once a Knight-in-training for the Syndicate like every man or woman before him in his bloodline, Matimune chose a different path after it became clear that his idea of right and wrong were at odds with the laws he had been raised to defend. Of course his family cut all ties after that and though it did sting.. he has never blamed them. It was almost too easy to leave, in fact.. Taking nothing but the armor and blade he had crafted himself he left the family home without looking back once.
That armor is now tainted with death, his blade drinking the blood of a child and breaking his creed.. One of the few he will not kill is his minion, a boy by the name of Thexian. He is softer towards the boy, not that it shows, but that does not mean he is overly protective.. Only showing ire when the child is harmed because his 'pet' was damaged by someone else. This child was his first successful attempt at Necromancy, the soul of a dog and the recently departed corpse of a Divine brat.
Why he would go to such lengths to revive a dog is fairly simple.. It was the only thing he really cared about before his soul became tainted. Thexian, named in the Elven form of ‘Hexin’, seems to have no memories of his previous life or even the fact that he was indeed a dog.. This serves Matimune’s purpose just fine, because despite this amnesia the boy has retained his loyal nature and obedience. Really this has worked out in the man’s favor, having a useful bi-pedal minion with the personality of a canine.. but he has never once considered this situation to be ‘for the better’. It still pricks his temper to think that he lost Hexin once, the night his oath was severed.. A strange girl, a servant to the Damned Ones as he knows now, had killed the little pup out of jealousy. In his grief, and even in his rage, Matimune resisted the need to strike her down; Until of course the little girl took matters into her own hands. She manipulated him, even controlled the blade that ended her life.. But that blade had been in his hand. The reason why this broke him is.. though she caused it herself.. some small part of him reveled in the way his sword cleaved her flesh and snuffed out the life that had taken his beloved Hexin away. He liked seeing her die, and felt no remorse for killing the girl herself.. It was the guilt of breaking his oath that caused the taint to thrive in him.
The man snapped, falling into the role so neatly set up for him by those that needed a warrior still living in the world. The damned.. dead souls that refuse to vanish, clinging viciously onto the dredges of life for the sake of keeping their existence for as long as they can. All souls fade, most are reborn.. but the Divine are doomed to nothingness, and the bitter resentment of this fact has proven strong enough to live well past the grave. Unhinged by the weight of his sin Matimune made a pact with these souls, giving them his blade and his very name.. For the power they still wielded. They named him Necrosyphel, the Fallen.. a Divine who's soul has truly fallen from grace like his Ancestral Angels so long ago. These 'Damned Souls' are not conscious enough to consider the consequences of their actions or even notice the monster they have twisted Matimune into for their own goals; They are a mass of dark emotions and power, with the occasional memory that flickers between the void. Using impressions and images they express what they wish Matimune to help them do.. With such chaos touching his mind so often it is little wonder the man lost his grip on sanity. But he needs them to find the source, and undo the sin that the Angels once passed to their children.. and end the death sentence of his race's souls. Preferred magic/weapons if any: Swords, though he will use anything in reach if in a pinch.. And the magic of Acceleration. He can quite literally move faster than the objects or people around himself.. and while this is a fantastic boon in battle, it is also a dire curse. Using this ability for more than small bursts will drain him to the point of helplessness.. Requiring food and rest before being able to move about again. Since the tainting of his divine soul.. he has acquired a ruthlessly strong skill in Necromancy, and taste for Blood Magic. His armor and blade will become coated with blood in battle, and the more that gathers the stronger his magic gets.
Necromancy is his passion now, it seems.. already sealing a soul into a previously dead host to revive it. Now he is just exploring what else he can do with souls that, by all rights, should vanish after the death of their body. Divine souls.. as it were. Not that he is limited to just that sort, he can see and speak to any spirit or ghoul that cares to converse with him.. in fact the man seems kinder towards those souls that come seeking his aid. Likes: He once liked many things, now he rarely shows interest in anything but his studies.. and experiments. Dislikes: Pointless bloodshed, not that it will stop him if someone pushes his patience.
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Posted: Sun Oct 13, 2013 1:57 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 04, 2013 8:29 pm
 Name: Thexian Valorian( Thex for short ) Theme Song Guild: Curious but unaffiliated so far. Student at an Academy: No, but he wants to be. Age: 16-17 years old..? Race: Tainted Divine Home Location: Being Built.. Until then he is fine to roam the streets. Extra Information: Thex has a odd sixth-sense about people, seeming to know their true natures shortly after meeting them.. Not to mention his hearing, touch, and sense of smell are all rather impressive. It is not so much that they are stronger than a normal humans, just.. that he seems to naturally pay more attention to these senses instead of relying entirely on eye sight. He has nightmares, sometimes.. but he lets them go quickly enough. Thex enjoys for people to touch his hair, it calms him and even comforts him when he is uneasy. Personality: Ornery, very sweet natured and insightful.. The boy just seems to get things, understanding animals and situations with little effort and easily taking this information in stride. He may seek out a bit of mischief from time to time but it is harmless fun, roaming the streets freely until something catches his idle attention. Regardless of how far he wonders, the boy always returns to Matimune's side.. Loyal to a fault and protective of the man he thinks to be his brother. With a keen attention to detail and oddly wise nature for his age he is easy going and playful, openly curious about things that catch his interest and gentle.. even when he is forced to bare his fangs. He will not actually fight unless he has to, often luring his pursuers into alleyways and teasing them with humorous antics until they lose interest and give up the chase.. Thex dislikes spilling blood if he can help it. For some reason he is almost a carnivore, avoiding greens unless pushed to eat them.. And he really loves to tease cats, going out of his way to dump water on one or spook another. Biography: Most of it, he can't remember. His first memory is a lot like the nightmares that haunt his sleep; Always starting with pain. A horrid, body-wracking pain. Then numbness at last, the world going black. The void was warm, comforting, and someone called.. gentle and kind as they asked him to follow. Every time in his dreams he will still try to follow that voice, knowing what is to come next yet unable to change the events that are to unfold. Vicious hands catch him, dragging him away from the warm place and back into the cold where his brother is leaning over him, his icy metal gauntlet tight around Thex's throat-- This is always where he wakes in a cold sweat, grasping at his neck as phantom pains chase their way up the vulnerable column. He can't tell what parts of that are reality and which are simply parts of the nightmare..
No, his first coherent memory was of waking up in a wrecked Caravan with dead all around and destroyed wagons still burning.. his neck sore and his body far too heavy and awkward for him to handle at the time. Matimune was there, steadied and looked after him as he adjusted.. But despite his asking, his brother would not say whom had attacked them or why his memories had vanished. Still, it does not really matter now. He works for his brother by gathering information, following any lead or performing any task Matimune asks of him even if they seem frivolous or.. at times.. dark.
Thex is loyal and dependent towards his brother, but honestly.. lately he has been curious about the Academies located around this land. He wants to help his sibling as much as he can and in his mind the more he learns.. the more he can offer. He has not had the nerve to approach the subject with Matimune yet, knowing his brother to have a sore spot with the guilds.. But it does not mean he hasn't spied in on a few classes in the different schools when he can get away with it.
The truth of his life.. or rather, reanimation.. would destroy the boy. His soul was that of a Dog, a wolf-hound no more than a pup. His body was that of a Gypsy boy that Thexian's brother 'hollowed' for him. His brother forced the soul of that Divine child and his own dog soul to meld, creating the being known as Thexian. While minor things changed in his body due to the melding of souls, such as his duel-tone hair and eye color, some gypsies still see the resemblance to a child they once knew.. and what is worse, Thex remembers them as well with a frightening clarity. His brother will say nothing on the subject.. and honestly the boy is too scared to ask, worried that his 'life' would change if he pushed for the information.Preferred magic/weapons if any: His main weapon is rather strange, a spikey metal disk with smooth handles on the inner shell.. most would assume it is a battle shield and they would not be entirely wrong, for it did start out as such. However Thex has learned to use the small amounts of magic he has to manipulate the object, tossing it like a Frisbee and using his magic and aim to ricochet the weapon around.. until it returns to his reach again. The magic he uses for this is called 'Soul Thread' which is literally a strand of his soul, fused to the object's handle and giving him complete control of the item. Normal objects can't severe this thread, but if something magical manages to break it the boy is not harmed aside from a small sting.
Another oddity is that he can speak with and understand the language of beasts.. not that he mentions it. Dogs in particular seem fond of him, keeping him company and even guiding or protecting him when he needs it as if he were one of their own.. This is why he makes such a great information broker. His 'contacts' are those that can see everything and only be questioned by a few.
The true skill one needs to watch out for is his slight-of-hand.. the boy able to swipe away what he couldn't charm out of his target. Thex is a professional-grade thief and almost eerily good at finding his way around locks or security systems. He can lie with the best of them and swindle the most cautious of merchants, all with a pleasant smile and friendly attitude.. Thus few realize his guilt or even suspect him after they discover their items gone. Likes: Just about everything.. Though he is particularly interested in learning, and playing a pan flute when he is bored.Dislikes: Having to hurt others, his brother unhappy, and at times.. the orders Matimune gives him. He'll obey, of course, but still sometimes his tasks are just.. mean.
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