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 Posted: Sun Feb 07, 2010 3:31 pm
 ۞ Masked Ж Marked ۞
Character Skeleton & Agent Profiles
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Posted: Sun Feb 07, 2010 4:53 pm
 ۞ SҜЄLЄTΘN ۞
CARDHOLDER SKELETON
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[size=12][b][color=color1]Agent:[/b][/color][/size][size=11] Full name of character // nickname if any[/size]
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[size=12][b][color=color2] My Tarot card:[/b][/color][/size][size=11]Card’s Name[/size]
[size=12][b][color=color1] My Mark has been burned on my: [/b][/size][/color] [size=11]Place where the mark is[/size]
[size=12][b][url= insert http]My Mask[/url][/size][/b] insert the http of the picture of your mask. The mask can range from mardi gras, masquerade, religious, shinto/japanese spirit masks etc. Just as long as it has eye holes!
[size=12][b][color=color2]I wield the power of:[/b][/size] [/color][size=11] ONLY FOR MAJOR ARCANA CARD -please choose ONE power, please pick one that reflects your Arcana and would help you fight spirits/monsters. Do not power play![/size]
[size=12][b][color=color2]I wield the weapon of:[/b][/size] [/color][size=11] [url= insert http]My Weapon[/url][/size][/b] insert the http of the picture of your weapon.ONLY FOR MINOR ARCANA CARD -please choose ONE weapon. Then choose one type of elemental power out of these: Fire/Water/Lightening/Holy/Wind/Earth - Do not power play![/size]
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STAFF SKELETON
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[size=12][b][color=color1]Staff's Name:[/b][/color][/size][size=11]Constance Le’Frarie[/size]
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Posted: Sun Feb 07, 2010 4:55 pm
Hoshiko104 At my calling, are a handful of the best, and with only these few must I protect the entire world.
Agent’s StatsAgent:Radik Yanikova Age: 56 Gender: Male Arcana Destiny My Tarot card:The Emperor My Mark has been burned on my: On the back of my neckMy Mask I wield the power of: Fire. Radik was able to manipulate fire, hence why he is always seen playing around with a gold lighter.Bio Personality:Radik has the bearing of old aristocracy, though he is slowly opening up to the new ways of the modern world. His face can be mask like even without his mysterious mask, which is said to have displayed emotions for him. Radik practices not to let emotion and weakness cloud his judgment. Careful and decisive, he relies heavily on Hidiyoshi as an assistant, but is ultimately the one who calls the shots and is responsible for the outcome. These are a few of my favorite things: His favorite thing is to see that jobs are executed to a tee alongside his morning tea. Radik loves fresh cut flowers on his desk and has a tendency to play with his antique golden lighter. Radik also dresses sharp and has a weakness for luxury cars. My weaknesses and dislikes: Loss of friends and members in battles, Radik had seen enough during his own time and hopes that this generation will not see another bloodshed. I dance to the rhythm of:The Mission by Ennio Morricone My history Radik was born in 1954, during the month of Aries’s reign in the sky. His own father, Bohumír, instinctively knew that this baby boy in front of him would be the next Emperor and ultimately the next leader of the Arcane Society. However, he did not foresee the tumultuous years that were in store. As a child, Radik was pleasant and well behaved, earning him the nickname Little Prince. He grew up with many of the sons and daughters of other cardholders, and easily formed friendships with many of those who turned out to accompany him as future cardholders. Just like the other young prospective cardholders, Radik could see and converse with spirits. He enjoyed their company, befriended many. Yet, he didn’t realize what this gift meant, Radik had assumed, since practically everyone around had this ability, that it was normal. It was around the age of sixteen when Radik realized his whole life had been already set for him, no ifs or buts. He had drawn the Emperor card and felt a fiery burn on the back of his neck. Bohumír immediately set his son to learn the ins and out of the Society and practice relentlessly to coax his power to revel itself. All this was done so that Radik may take his place on the throne one day, and harbor the immense burden the card brings. Bohumír knew that his life would be coming close to the end for it was the nature of the Emperor card. This was how it moved through each generation, purposely giving the card’s predecessor some time to train his protégé before he passed on. Everything was now in place as tradition dictated, though Bohumír had remarked about his uncertainty about Radik’s mask, even going so far as prompting his old friend the Mask Maker for the meaning behind the three faces, but he already knew that he wouldn’t receive a straight answer from his wise friend.
But by this time Radik was growing rebellious, and tempers were running high. Radik felt that throughout his life, he had done what he had been told, thinking that he would at least have say on how his future would be written, but even that was now taken from him. It made Radik feel trapped and angry. It was during one training session that an argument broke out between Radik and his father, and Radik’s power revealed itself, fire manipulation. Radik had enough anger to fuel a dangerous blaze, but in a twist of fate, Bohumír aptly had the power of water and the two were equally matched. Radik fled and as a result, was excommunicated from the Society by his father. Radik now had the freedom he had desired. He lived a nomadic life with abandon. Sometimes he fancied himself as a crime fighter, stalking the alleyways as a masked superhero and protecting the innocent while sending criminals to prison. Other times he acted as an illegal Cardholder soloist, posing as a ghost hunter and even daring to wander into the spirit world.
For seven years he lived an uninhibited life, away from responsibilities, and had gain insight, knowledge, and experience of both the human and spirit world. Throughout this time Radik had made secret visits to the castle to check on his mother, Fiala, who was the Star CardHolder, and sometimes bumped into friends before he disappeared again. Yet, during the end of one visit, as he headed into the Zelena forest, he heard a girl’s shriek. Startled, he looked up to see a women’s body fall out of the canopy over head. With no time to move out of the way, she fell right on top of him, breaking a few of his ribs and right arm. It was in Dr. Watkin’s medical office that he learned the girl’s name. She was Merina Zlata, keeper of the High Priestess Card and a recent acquisition of the Arcane Society, coming from lineage with no previous ties to the group that she knew of. Bright, spunky, and obstinately secretive, Radik knew that this girl was going to be bad for his health. Though Radik left after fully healing in the ward, he visited the castle more often and stayed longer each time.
It was during that year in Merina’s company, that Radik noticed the changes within himself. He had become less impulsive and mastered his temper, even softened his sharp tongue. In short, he was starting to develop the persona needed to become true processor of the Emperor card, and as leader of the society. Radik realized that, though his future was set, he was in control of his decisions and actions. Finally, Radik approached Bohumír and the two reconciled. To this day, Radik is thankful that he had a chance to resolve with his father. For, as if by fate, the next day Radik was on patrol in the Zelena Forest when the unexpected happened. He came face to face with a Nuckelavee, which had appeared earlier before dusk then was habit of the species. Radik was in deep trouble and knew it for he called for help and while he anxiously waited, a good portion of the forest was being charred by his powers and the Nuckalelavee was throwing him around like a rag doll, as if it was playing with its meal before the actual feast. Then Bohumír broke through the thickets, sending jets of water at the horrible skinless creature, its one weakness. For a few moments, they fought the monster side by side, before Radik, exposed to the poisonous fumes and smell of the creature, succumbed to its side effects and began to vomit uncontrollably. At one point he collapsed, laying helpless on the floor and the Nuckalavee made a claw like grab at him…but his father blocked the way, letting the claws pierce through his abdomen. Bohumír sacrificed himself and took the creature by surprise by using every ounce of energy he had left to turn himself into water, sheathing the creatures arm then body with the liquid. The Nuckalavee’s body deteriorated and was finally defeated, even the surrounding air seemed purified of its noxious presence. But there was no trace of Radik’s father.
Back up had finally arrived, and Fiala, a master healer, was able purify Radik’s body of the toxins that would were slowly consuming him from the inside. But she couldn’t do anything for her husband. Too much time that had elapsed to bring back his spirit, and even if she could have, Bohumír’s physical body was not available to contain his spirit. The only person who had fused a spirit into another vessel was Dr. Watkins, and they knew Bohumír would have desired to pass on as it was intended. But life had to go on, Radik took over the throne in 1977 and began his reign over the Arcane Society at the young age of 23, the youngest president yet, but everyone knew that he had lived and experienced more than a man of a hundred. 20 years of prosperous ruling followed, sometime referred to as the Golden Reign. Seemingly blissful years marked by the union of Radik and Merina, soon followed by the birth of their daughter Lenka. Life seemed full of light, until the Crimson Wars began. 1997, a year filled with series of merciless bombardment of any type of Ugly Spirit imaginable. The battles were scattered across the globe. At age 43, Radik knew this was unusual, but he couldn’t have envisioned that near the end of that bloody year, it seemed that all the evil spirits attacked the castle, at once. The damage and final lives lost was unimaginable. Fiala had been perished, along with all the cardholders, save for three, Hidiyoshi, Matthieu, and another soul that was slowly fading. Merina had been wounded and poisoned amidst battle; she was slowly dying. The antidote could not be concocted by Dr. Watkins and all the possible healers had been killed. “It was meant to be,” Merina breathed as she lay on the medical bed. Before Merina passed away Radik asked her again, “Why were you in the forest, that day we met?” She smiled dreamily and replied, “I was waiting for you of course.” Then she closed her eyes and passed on to find her place in the spirit world. To this day Radik has still not found Merina’s spirit, though he has searched for her. But Radik had another challenge ahead of him, rebuilding the castle and ultimately the Arcane Society. Again he embarked on his travel to find each cardholder. It was after 13 years of determination and help from Hidiyoshi and Constance, that he now, at age 56, awaits the induction of the new order. Yet there are two things that constantly persist in his mind. What or who was actually behind the Crimson War and the later death of his friend, Matthieu, and more importantly…who is the next Emperor.
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Posted: Sat Mar 06, 2010 12:55 am
Hoshiko104 Too soon you left me and now I search for you. I know that one summer’s day, we will meet again.
Agent’s StatsAgent:Lenka Yanikova Age: 22 Gender: Female Arcana Destiny My Tarot card:The High Priestess My Mark has been burned on my: Behind my left earMy Mask I wield the power of: Sense the trouble spots, even if they occur on different continents, somehow I just know where we need to go. How do I know? Is it sensitivity to the tears forming on the barrier or the energy spirits can exert? That, my friend, is something I can’t reveal. The price of this power and knowledge is that Lenka’s body becomes very weak, especially when supernatural activity is highBio Personality:Lenka has inherited traits from her parents. She has her father’s youthful love for adventure and excitement for the unknown. From her mother’s side, Lenka has inherited a spunky jest, a bright mind, and a love for secrets. But she also has a penchant for getting into trouble, a trait both Merina and Radik blame the other one for. Lenka is kind and caring though can be forgetful, klutzy at times, and also can rush into things headlong.
These are a few of my favorite things: Lenka likes to be outside if her body will allow it, she love Milo’s cuisines and sweet baking, plotting adventures and exploration, traveling with the help of Kiwan, and studying about spirits. She is also deeply curious about the Zelena Forest. My weaknesses and dislikes:Her weak body is the bane of her existence. There are also certain spirits whose noises send Lenka into a panicked state. She doesn’t like spicy food or people who ask her to divulge her secrets. I dance to the rhythm of:"Fairytale" by Alexander Rybak My history Lenka was born during the Golden Reign of the Arcane Society and was able to enjoy a happy and energetic childhood though she displayed no powers indicating that she would become a cardholder. She remembered the havoc during the Crimson War, though her parents did best to shield her from the sight of bloodshed, it was hard to miss especially when the castle was under attack. Soon afterward she was attending funerals nearly everyday, becoming increasingly aware that these were people she knew and loved, as well as the fact that her mother would soon be following down that path. On her mother’s deathbed, Lenka finally was able to see spirits, the first being her mother’s as she smiled then faded away. It was there next to her mother’s lifeless body that Lenka drew out the High Priestess Card, the very card her mother had just held. However, her power was much different than her mother’s, for Lenka could identify when spirits were about and almost exactly where. Radik knew that Lenka’s power would be a great asset to the Society. They now had someone who could directly pinpoint them to the place they needed CardHolders to be. Such a gift, but at a cost for no sooner had she began to slowly hone her skill, did her health begin to depreciate. Somehow accessing the steady stream of knowledge about spirits' presence was tied to her overall health. And while this certain power had showing itself in the Society’s history, very little was known about it, and Radik dare not dapple too much into it for fear that something could happen to Lenka. It was at the age of 9, soon after her mother’s death that she was introduced to Milos and Kiwan. Each of them had just experience a shift in their lives and even though their personalities were different, the immediately took to each other, forging a friendship and soon earning a name for themselves as ‘The Masked Trio’ for they became a nanny’s nightmare. It was mainly Lenka and Kiwan who caused the trouble, and poor Milos was roped into the thick of things. But their bond was something they depended on when things got rough.
As Lenka’s training continued, there were days when she couldn’t get out of bed and others when she would suddenly collapse. The days she was forced to stay indoors in bed were the worst. Lenka grew frustrated and bored. Luckily, she had two dear friend she could depend on. Milos, who would bring her delicious snacks made with his own hands, and read her stories from her favorite fairytales in his soft mellifluous voice. And Kiwan, who would sneak in little animals like tadpoles from a nearby pond or even flowers he collected from the courtyard. Though they did their best to cheer her, Lenka was soon becoming rebellious and despised being bedridden. She made a plan to sneak out, and with the help of Kiwan and Milos, they had embarked upon several adventures about the castle. Though most miscreant activities went unnoticed, they had been caught a couple of times and were sent to time out.
But one warm summers night, when Lenka was 13 and was leaning against her bedroom window gazing in to the night before she went to bed, it appeared. Surprised, Lenka’s eyes focused again at the mouth of the Zelena Forest, thinking that she had mistaken, but no it was there. A pale figure, luminous and dancing under the moonlight. Somehow Lenka knew it was beckoning to her, but it was so far away. Time to enlist her noble knights for her cause she thought as she dressed and slipped on hardy shoes before she ran around in search of Milos and Kiwan. She soon found them in the library doing their homework and excitedly told them about an adventure into the Zelena Forest, though she conveniently left out the ethereal spirit. Kiwan immediately accepted, since he had always wanted to explore the forest that was forbidden to them, however he always was up for Lenka’s whirlwind adventures. Milos on the other hand, gave Lenka a deep and searching look before sighing his acceptance, he knew that he would be dragged once again into their mischievous deeds. What Lenka didn’t realize at that time was that they were being overheard, but she was eager for them to be quick and be back before Hidiyoshi knew they were gone, using his ninja ways.
Soon the three of them scurried to the forest where Lenka, now searching for the elusive spirit, began to hear soft music that called to her and before she knew it, Lenka had ran into the forest with Kiwan and Milos hot on her trail. But the two boys soon lost sight of her, meanwhile Lenka came face to face with her mysteriously and beautiful spirit. He sat upon a low branch, playing a flute that sounded soft and caressing. His hair was long, soft, and luminous, as if it was made from something that could only be found on the moon. He halted his playing to look down upon her before saying something in a language that was foreign, but at the same time she understood it, and knew what he was trying to do. She took in his words craving both their knowledge, and the chance to be longer in his presence. But suddenly, her body become very weak as Lenka realized that there was a malicious monster about. Even the mysterious spirit broke eye contact as he looked away, frowned, then said in his native tongue though Lenka heard: “A friend is in trouble, you must go.” Lenka knew she had to depart, but at the same time she couldn’t break her trance-like stare, even though she swayed slightly from weakness. Smiling, the graceful spirit leapt of the branch and glided down to her. “One day, we will meet again, I promise.” He said softly before bending down and kissing her lightly on the forehead. Instantly Lenka did not feel weak, but full of energy. She nodded then tore her gaze away from his as she sprinted to where she was needed. Lenka had also ran head long into her knights, and before they could rebuke her with anger at her disappearance she urged them that someone around here needed their help and knowing her serious look, they followed her to a small clearing where to there horror a young, around Lenka’s age, was about to be attacked by a blinde bij kaarspel. A hybrid ghost spirit whose body seems to be made of wispy smoke, though their bones are hard allowing them to claw their prey. The two boys instinctively acted. Kiwan throw himself in between the kaarspel and the young girl, trying to quickly grab her hand. But before he could teleport, the sharp claws of the spirit slashed across his back and though pain shot through Kiwan, he had to concentrate in order to safely teleport themselves. Milos, afraid that he could accidentally hurt Kiwan and the girl if he tried to take aim, waited only seconds once Kiwan disapperated. Suddenly jets of light exploded from Milos’s right palm, pummeling into the kaarspel as it shrieked it agony for parts of it disintegrating then disappeared like dispersed smoke.
Believing that the worst was over the group turned around to head back to the castle…only to find Hidiyoshi and Radik approaching them once they exited the forest. Radik…looked furious and Lenka could see the eternal fire behind his eyes. It was one of the few times she had seen her father so angry. “Hidiyoshi, Kiwan to Watkins! Lenka! Explain!” he bellowed as Hidiyoshi rushed a bleeding and steadily growing paler Kiwan back to the castle. In a small and shamed voice, Lenka explained that they wanted to see the spirits in the forest and that they had ran into a kaarspel, at which Radik looked ready to burst into flames. But she said that Kiwan protected them, Milos defeated the spirit, and the girl next to her to no part in their wrong doing. Again Milos, though with a passive face, looked at Lenka, his eyes slightly searching. For Lenka conveniently left out a portion of the night’s event, her meeting with the spirit, for it was connected to a greater secret…Lenka…had fallen in love to a fairytale.
Banned from entering the forest again without chaperones and set to be grounded for a very long time, Lenka continued to look out of her window, though to no avail. Though she heeded her father’s restriction upon the forest, she continued her adventures with her knights. And later on she developed a friendship with the young girl they had met in the forest. Turned out her name was Anabelle and she too was a potential CardHolder. Lenka noticed that her body became stronger after that day in the forest, and using the knowledge the spirit had bestowed upon her, Lenka was able to more immune to the weary side effects to her power. Now at age 22, Lenka still wonders about the spirit and if she would be able to find him once she becomes a true Cardholder.
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Posted: Sat Mar 06, 2010 12:59 am
Hoshiko104 It was wild…and then I became bored, so I walked away, letting my feet take me somewhere else exciting
Agent’s StatsAgent:Kiwan Mustafu Age: 26 Gender: Male Arcana Destiny My Tarot card:The Fool My Mark has been burned on my: On my right arm, over the bicepMy Mask I wield the power of: Teleportation. The Fool’s Card denotes rash acts, spontaneity, and a fresh start. His skill is the reason for him being so elusive, but in battle he uses it to move people out of harms way or to surprise his opponent by suddenly appearing usually very close by, then its free form combat. Living on the streets, you had to fight for your life. It was only after arriving at the Society, did Kiwan receive proper training in several combative forms. The down side of his power is that sometimes he teleports to someplace different then intended, he can end up splinching himself and even others, and the further away the distance is the more energy he needs to use to get there. And yes, his teleportation skill makes the well known ‘CRACK’ sound when disappears and reappears. Bio Personality: There are two sides to Kiwan that people will see. He is generally unenthusiastic to meeting strangers and can come off as bored, sometimes even gruff and callous. His tall stature doesn’t help first impressions of him either. But, to those he has come to accept and regard as friends, Kiwan reveals a care-free and fun loving persona that revels in the excitement of an adventure or something new. But his emotions can jump from happy to aloofness, then suddenly angry. And when Kiwan is on a rage, the best thing is to stay out of his way. His formidability is reflected in his mask. Yet, while he is very protective of those his loves, he has been known to display random acts of kindness and heroism for complete strangers. These are a few of my favorite things: Kiwan is an avid surfer, which is a bit of a problem because the Czech Republic doesn’t have access to the nearby ocean. In such cases he uses his teleportation power to go where he wishes, but most of time Kiwan spends his time outdoors, be it rain or shine. He is also fond of animals, especially dogs. Kiwan loves music and playing the guitar; you will hear rock music blasting from his room…at odd hours. But above all else, Kiwan loves food especially when Milos is the cook. My weaknesses and dislikes:Kiwan doesn't like strangers. He doesn’t like to be working with or under someone he doesn’t respect. I dance to the rhythm of:Kick-a** soundtrack - Vitaliy Zavadskyy My history Houses made of any type of trash possible, molded together with sweat and tears to provide a basic form of shelter. This is the Slums of Cape Town, South Africa…and at the same time this is Kiwan’s hometown. It was here, he lived with five other siblings in complete destitution. They had stuck together, learning to make a living on the streets for their hardworking parents were barely home. When their parents came home, even though they were worked to the bone with hands rubbed raw and backs aching from manual labor, they had each other. Yet when the future was looking brighter, tragedy struck. Gang violence. They were the devils of the Slums and to be marked by them means that you were a dead man. With reasons unknown, Kiwan’s family was marked, and their house was raided in the middle of the night. Sheer terror, the screaming of loved ones, the pandemonium that ensued. It was then, by accident, Kiwan’s power was triggered and he teleported himself safely away only to scream into the night as he watched from afar his family being murdered. “I could have saved them! I could have taken them with me!” Kiwan was only 12 years old and trauma had affected his personality. For one year he wandered about South Africa. He didn’t care whether he lived or died and those who messed with him believed that he was possessed by a demon. None of them could see the little orbs of light, the little spirits that did bad things to those who tried to harm Kiwan.
Somehow Radik tracked Kiwan down and convinced the 13 year old to come to the academy. ‘Do not let your family die in vain, learn to save others in need with your powers,’ Kiwan recalled Radik telling him. The young boy was brought to a whole new world so different from the one he knew. It was there Kiwan learned to harness his ability, earned his mask, and received his card. The Fool. It was an odd pairing, that somehow fit. It was also there, upon his arrival that he was introduced to two other children younger than himself, but each having just lived through a trying point in their young lives, Lenka and Milos. He learned to enjoy life again with the help of Lenka’s adventurous spirit and be at peace with the aid of Milos’s tranquil aura. Though he is still hunted by his past and the harbors regret for seemingly running out on his family, he has slowly come to terms with the aid of those around him.
Kiwan respects Radik, seeing him as a father figure. He sees Lenka and Milos as his best friends. And harbors some envy towards Hidiyoshi when he realized that his power was a shield, a power Kiwan wished he had so he could have protected his family. But a new adventure awaits him, that of an official CardHolder. But as the Fool, Kiwan lives for the moment, because he knows that at any time, it may be his last…
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Posted: Sat Mar 06, 2010 1:13 am
Hoshiko104 My deck of cards are always stacked, neat and in order just like my life.
Agent’s StatsAgent:Hidiyoshi Yamano Age: 28 Gender: Male Arcana Destiny My Tarot card:The World My Mark has been burned on my: On the palm of my right handMy Mask I wield the power of: Shield. Hidiyoshi can create a luminous shield that can protect him and others from attacks. But using his power takes a great deal of stamina, which is correlated to how strong and long he can make the shield.Bio Personality:Hidiyoshi is a man that seems to run like clockwork and is a man of few words and even fewer expressions, making it difficult for those to warm up to him and vice versa. He has also kept to his ways even after moving to Europe. One would find themselves in an oriental temple if they entered his room, complete with a small zen garden for meditation. Silent, but ever watchful, he is like a shadow. Radik described him as sometimes being so quiet and still…that you sometimes forgot he was there. It is known that Hidiyoshi is only loyal to Radik and is very obedient as well as serious about his work. You don’t foll around with the Yoshi. First impressions always etch themselves deeply within his mind, making it very hard for him to forgive and forget. These are a few of my favorite things: Cleanliness, Kiwis, and plum sake My weaknesses and dislikes:Anything disorganized and cluttered. Vulgarity and Rudeness, especially to those of a higher status or elders. I dance to the rhythm of:Rising by Yoshida Brothers My history A native of Kyoto, Japan, Hidiyoshi was born an ancient clan that guard and protect all the shrines within Japan. The clan has also a long history with the Arcane Society, providing some of the most noted cardholders in the Society’s history, as well as Samurais, Daimyos, Ninjas, and government officials known in history books. The group’s record is filled with victories and unmatched, which they are highly proud of. Even before he could walk and talk, Hidiyoshi already had the family’s expectation set high for him to reach. They scrutinized his every action, keeping watch for any hint or sign that he may be a future cardholder. At the young age of 5, Hidiyoshi already proved to have great influence over various spirits and soon Radik made a visit to the family’s central home. He could recall it clearly, for stepping into the Yamano’s massive home was like stepping into a world frozen in the Meiji Era. Everyone was formally dressed and he was led to a banquet hall where he found the small boy surrounded by members, each of them wearing a different Shinto mask. Even a few cardholders were present; The Hermit and The Sun. As well as a handful of Minor Arcana CardHolders. It was an impressive sight, and all the attention was set on the little boy, who neither looked anxious or worried. Instead, it was as if he already wore a mask, blank of emotion, except for his eyes that blazed with recognition and determination. The young Hidiyoshi rose and bowed respectfully, which Radik returned before splaying out a fan of cards. Hidiyoshi reached out and Radik could swear that everyone in the whole room was holding their breath. The young boy turned over the ancient card to reveal ‘The World.’ Radik could have sworn he saw disappointment and worry flashed suddenly in the child’s eyes, but again they were replaced by a determined gaze. The atmosphere in the room suddenly felt strange as well, and to be frank, Radik was glad to depart from the room and house all together. Sometimes, Radik wondered if, for years now, they had hoped to one day gain the Emperor card. Radik had urged the family to keep Hidiyoshi at home, thinking it would be best for the child to remain as long as possible with his family, besides he was far too young to be inducted into the order. After being marked, Hidiyoshi began to display his power, the power of creating protective barriers. Again, there was another wave of disappointment. The family viewed this power as weak for one who held a card the last card in the Major Arcana deck, a card that represented fulfillment, achievement, and more importantly success. Soon more rigorous training ensued to ensure that Hidiyoshi could use successful combative skills against spirits as well as protective ones.
Soon Radik informed the family that the society was in need of Hidiyoshi’s protective powers, and requested that he would move to the castle. At the time, Hidiyoshi was only 13 and as a final test by tradition, and one that had claimed lives of potential cardholders, Hidiyoshi was thrown into the Spirit world with only his sword, and no mask. Now a teenager, Hidiyoshi had to use both his skills to protect himself against hungry spirits and fend them off. Blind to anything around save for blackness that seemed to stretch on and on, Hidiyoshi had to rely on spirits that he had forged friendships and alliances with. Remarkably, it not only took him a month to find an opening to cross back into the human world, which happened to be the Golden Gates of the Castle, but Hidiyoshi’s own spirit had not been hampered during his time in the Spirit World. Radik, though not pleased with the training exercise, had to admit that this boy was something special and congratulated Hidiyoshi as he quickly inducted him into the order. Yet, Hidiyoshi could only recall was the last words he was told by his family before the test, “Do not disappoint us.”
Hidiyoshi felt he had done, for he was 15 during the Crimson War, and fighting by family members, he had watched, transfixed with horror, all of them die as well as the friends he had made in the order. But Hidiyoshi kept on fighting and nearly died as he re-forged and held the Castle’s protective defenses during the final blow of the War. Hidiyoshi could never wipe the memories of the battles that were now etched in his mind. And as he helped Radik pick up the pieces of rubble, he remembered what his family told him, “Do not disappoint us.” Hidiyoshi took it upon himself to shoulder as much burden Radik would allow him. He worked parts times as an Eraser and Field Operator. Radik recognized and was grateful for Hidiyoshi’s hardwork, soon promoting him to Head Assistant, alongside Constance, who had been Hidiyoshi’s first friend. Now Hidiyoshi will become part professor as he teaches the next generation of cardholders and watch as they fill the shoes of his late friends and family members.
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Posted: Sun Mar 14, 2010 4:07 pm
Hoshiko104 The Staff are the glue that hold the Arcane Society together.
Staff’s StatsAgent:Constance Le’Frarie Age: 28 Gender: Female Job Description Position:The Head Assistant Position Description: Manager of all appointed staff and of the Castle estate. Constance ensures that the Castle doesn’t crumble around them. She will be the one to go to when interested in a job or have any questions about the castle and nearby towns. Spirit Instrument: A small silver bell, that she keeps as a charm on her phone.Bio Personality:Constance is always prepared, well organized, and is a natural leader. Usually prim and composed, she can have a bit of a temper, especially when the two bad spirits occupants of the castle purposely annoy her. These are a few of my favorite things: She mainly stays inside, and when not working will peruse the libraries for a good read. She is an avid tea drinker and loves truffles. All three things are best enjoyed on a rainy day. My weaknesses and dislikes:Disorder and clutter. Don’t let her catch you littering or you’ll be writing lines…all day. She has a habit of bossing the Common’s librarian around if she sees things become untidy. Constance also dislikes the two castle ghouls, Light and Dark…mainly Light who has always bothered her since she was little, even though he had saved her when she found herself in a pinch. I dance to the rhythm of:Yann Tiersen - A quai My history Constance comes from a long Freanch lineage of CardHolders, such as The Empress and The Fool before this new generation. Yet she wasn’t chosen, nor displays any exemplary characteristics of a CardHolder like her family members did. However, because of her connections, Constance was secured a job as the interior designer of the castle and soon climbed the ladder to earn the position Head Assistant to Radik. Constance admires Radik, seeing him as an uncle. Respects Hidiyoshi and is somehow able to get a conversation started with him. And loves Lenka, having grown up with her and watched over her like an older sister. Though she does wish Lenka's chosen friends would act more mature and clean up after themselves. Growing up in the castle has made her more sensitive to spirits, but it isn't strong.
The series of blood drenched battles had wiped out Constance’s family. To this day she is the, Constance is the only surviving Le’Faire.
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Posted: Tue Mar 16, 2010 7:41 pm
Hoshiko104 Each step, each word, each breath I take is always purposeful and never in vain.
Agent’s StatsAgent:Milos Zedler Age: 23 Gender: Male Arcana Destiny My Tarot card:The Hermit My Mark has been burned on my: On the calf of my right legMy Mask I wield the power of: Light. The Hermit represent illumination and clarity. Milos can summon an orb of luminious energy that can be used to light dark areas or to attack my enemies. It takes a toll on his stamina being correlated to the amount and length of energy he uses. But it is one of the few power types that can directly effect ethereal spirits, which are immune to physical attacks. Bio Personality: When he was younger, he was assumed to be ‘slow.’ Maybe its true, Milos takes his time when taking action, judging each possibility and in the end presents a clear and careful judgment. Yet, Milos seems to be tired or in a dream like state a lot of the time that his revelations some time shock people. Milos prefers to be alone, but can be found in the library buried in books or in the kitchen where he proves to be a master at the art of cuisine. However, even though he seems antisocial and distant, it is mainly because he is quiet for Milos is gentle, friendly, and an excellent listener, sometimes acting as a therapist for those who need counsel. These are a few of my favorite things: A good book, especially cookbooks, cats, and poems. He likes to be in the kitchen and is content it when people enjoy his cooking. My weaknesses and dislikes: Milos dislikes the dark and usually has a light on. He doesn’t like to be rushed or be in very busy places I dance to the rhythm of:Libera - "Stay with me" My history Milos grew up in Germany, in the small town of Mittenwald, near the outskirts of a dense forest and the Bavarian Alps. It wasn’t until he was 10 that he became very sensitive to the presence of those around him, whom were invisible to everyone else. Soon his family believed that their son was going crazy, even partially possessed by bad demons, and were debating on sending him to the asylum. Soon the people of the small villiage began to avoid him, as if he was infected with the plague. Wanting to prove to them that he wasn’t making things up, Milos ventured one night into the forest, after a voice that said it would help him. It’s unknown what happened to Milos that night, nor would he divulge it to anyone, save for Radik. But that night a police officer found Milos’s unconscious body near the forest edge and took him to the hospital. Milos had unknown purple scratches covering his body and when he came to, it was to see Radik looking down at him. That night, Milos had realized his power and that day in the hospital he realized his potential and picked ‘The Hermit’ out of a deck of cards. After those event, Milos had changed and became the Milos everyone now knew, quiet, careful, and never rash when it came to anything. It was this type of Milos who met Lenka and Kiwan, some how finding himself whisked off on their whirlwind adventures. And though he never seems to fully express it, he is content to be in a place and have friends who truly accept him.
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