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"No one is from here. Everyone's lost in Aelzwyr, just some more than others."

- Traveler

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Mavi Kralik

Played by: TookieLooCookies
Commitment: Hobbyist/Gamer

Basics
Full Name: Mavi Zaderius Kralik
Alias: N/A
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Nationality: Konjinian (Konjin, a planet very similar to Earth, the main difference being that the people have bunny ears and bunnylike tendencies)
Ethnicity: Cyaneus

Appearance
Hair: Cerulean
Eyes: Emerald Green
Skin: Pale
Height: 5 ft 1 in
Weight: 115 lb
Build: Lanky
Distinguishing Features: Long, floppy blue ears, wide eyes
Description: Mavi is a small Konjinan girl, although, she would be considered normal height, seeing as how the inhabitants of her planet are commonly small in size. Their races are distinguished by hair/ear color, and the different races usually inhabit their own portion of the planet Konjin. The Cyaneus people live near the equator where it is warm year-round. Mavi's outfit consists of a white button-down shirt, gray cargo vest, red checkerboard tie, black pants and converse shoes. She also wears a black newsboy hat and brass goggles on her head.

Personality
Likes: Carrots, astronomy, paranormal things (Ghosts, Aliens, ect.), books, plants, music
Dislikes: staying in one place for very long, meat, crowds
Hopes: to become an astronaut
Fears: Large animals, darkness
Habits/Quirks: Her nose twitches (But, that is not uncommon in Konjinians).
Description: Mavi is easily seen as a weakling and a coward, but her fear of the unknown is easily overpowered by her burning will and desire to succeed. She is easily overwhelmed and if this happens, she is prone to mental breakdowns. If a combat situation would arise, she would be hesitant to fight due to the Konjinan pacifistic nature, but she would fight as hard as she could by any means to protect herself and/or her loved ones.

Ability
Strengths: Stealth, logic, creativity, speed
Weaknesses: Physical strength, maintaining composure
Skills: Hiding, coming up with plausible solutions to problems, running at very fast speeds
Special: Her current maximum running speed is 30 mph

Background
Occupation: Astronomy Student of Iridis University
Family: Mavi's mother, Alara Kralik is a stay-at-home mom; her father, Ryrin Kralik is a lawyer. She has 3 older sisters, 2 older brothers, 5 younger brothers and 4 younger sisters.
Hometown: Garjimbo
Friends/Pets: She has a handfull of friends at Iridis, but her closest friend is Pyrinda Mekhak, a rebellious sophomore studying herbology. Mavi had a pet Monarch butterfly when she was a little girl.
History: Mavi always had the best grades in High School. She always payed the most attention. She was not into sports, but her friends had once suggested she join the track team. But, It was the most popular sport in the school, and she didn't want to draw attention to herself. When she graduated and was accepted into Iridis University, she immediately grew close to a sophomore named Pyrinda. She helped Mavi to come out of her shell and enjoy life. Although, Pyrinda's methods of coaxing Mavi out of her shy have, more than once, gotten them into serious trouble.
How you got to Aelzwyr: It had been a while since Pyrinda's last attempt at making Mavi into a party animal, so after lots and lots of convincing and petty
begging, Pyrinda finally got Mavi to skip her classes and go on a rendevous. It was beginning to get late. They decided to spend the night in a field under the stars. Mavi and Pyrinda stared up at the stars, mezmerized until they fell asleep. Mavi awoke at the sunrise alone. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and re-attatched her hat. As she looked around, she realized that she was not in the same place she had fallen asleep in, and it was unusually cold. She called out for Pyrinda and ran through the forest. She soon realized that she was hopelessly lost and began to cry.

Plotline
Do you have any goals in mind for your character? Explain: I don't have any specific "goals" for Mavi, but I really like this idea and I would like to see how it unfolds. I am, however, planning on getting Mavi a gun and engaging in combat at some point.

Tableau
Write a brief scene introducing your character.

Mavi slowly opened her eyes and braced herself for the sting of the bright morning sun. She was surprised to find not a bright, open sky, but a canopy of leaves shadowing over her. It didn't take her long to realize that this was not the open field that she had fallen asleep in, but a thick forest. "Pyrinda..." she said softly, as she turned to her side where she had expected to find her friend, but instead found only the forest floor, adorned with dry leaves. "Pyrinda?" She sat up and stated the name of her friend a little louder. Panic began to surface as she looked around. There was no sight of the pink-haired Konjinian girl anywhere.

Mavi's long, blue ears drooped as low as they could. "Pyrinda!" she finally yelled out. "Are you there?" Mavi started to believe that Pyrinda wasn't there at all, but she wouldn't allow such thoughts to arise in a time of panic and confusion. She stood up and did what she did best: ran. By instinct, Mavi started to run past the enormous trees; her head turning in every direction, desperately searching for her friend. She called out Pyrinda's name every once in a while, stopping her pace to listen for an awnser.

Hours passed and there was still no sign of Pyrinda. Mavi slouched against a tree and tried to catch her breath. She sized up the situation; after she had fallen asleep, somehow she'd been magically "transported" to this forest in the middle of God-knows-where. Obviously, her friend had not; which raised some alarming questions: 'Is she still back in the field where they had slept? Was she transported somewhere else? Is she looking for me? Could she have been here?' Mavi started to feel so helpless and scared. She slid down to the ground and buried her face in her hat. The tears began to flow out of Mavi's emerald-colored eyes as if a dam had exploded and now there was only a flood of awful, heartbreaking sobs. 'How the hell did this happen?'

[Rüd Grülik]

Played by: [Mr. Blackbird Lore]
Commitment: [Gamer]

Basics
Full Name: Rüd Grülik (Pronounced 'rude' by those who don't speak from the throat (ie, Americans))
Alias: N/A
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Nationality: Abwehr, Abwehran Star Empire, The Lonely Expanse, Kikyo Sector
Ethnicity: Abwehran: subspecies Nightwalker

Appearance
Hair: Bald
Eyes: Luminescent light blue
Skin: Dark gray, like a storm cloud
Height: 6'11"
Weight: 300 pounds
Build: Muscular
Distinguishing Features: Massive stature, 4 arms, faintly glowing eyes, and a great deal of tattooing.

His tattoos: starting at the elbow of his upper left arm and continuing all the way down to his middle finger is a series of rings varying in breadth. The other four fingers have uniquely designed dragon heads, their mouths open as if swallowing the fingers whole; the top of their heads begin at the knuckles and their snouts reach down to the distal joints. On the palm side of these fingers is a word: “Fear” on his thumb; “Hate” on his index; “Rage” on his ring finger; and “Jealousy” begins at the heel of his hand and runs to the tip of his small finger. His left shoulder and bicep are dominated by a single, dark purple- almost black- dragon, its tail curled around his bicep near the elbow, wings curling around his arm, and its fiery red, beady eyes gazing out from the peak of his shoulder. His right shoulder and bicep are tattooed similarly to his left; all of that space is dominated by a red dragon of similar design, but its eyes are white and soft, and it seems to lack the animosity of its ebon brethren.

His left shoulder blade is covered by the orange-yellow outline of a sun: it's depicted as a circle within a circle, a series of zigzags connecting these circles, and 8 wavy triangles spreading outward from the largest. On his right shoulder blade is a single circle reminiscent of the moon turned Yin-Yang. A white crescent makes up a small portion of the right side with a single black dot in the center; what would be the shadow of the moon is black save for a white circle centered within it. Beginning at the base of his spine is an obelisk structure reaching halfway up his back. It is outlined in an eerie green-black color and highlighted with a faint golden aura. An eye rests at its base; it is the Eye of Ra, only it is centered rather than angled, and there are two curly-q's: one to the left and one to the right. Also of note is his nearly immortal, signature grin. You know it when you see it- which is often.
Description: Rüd is intimidatingly large in every sense of the phrase. He has a tall and broad torso to accommodate his four shoulder joints. His chin, brows, and nose are wide and all rather flat, further amplifying the image of a storm cloud looming overhead. Upon arrival the Nightwalker is lightly clothed: just boots, belt, pants, and shirt. The boots are leather, steel-toed, and lightly scuffed; indicative of a working man. His trousers- part of a uniform- are colored black with a teal-green stripe on the outside of each leg. This insignia is located over the back-right pocket. The shirt is likewise black, form-fitting, and designed with armholes great enough to encompass both arms on either side. A pair of goggles hangs around his neck, typically used to defend his extremely sensitive eyes from the light of the sun.

Personality
Likes: A good fight, lazy weekends, people, the nightlife, STEAK, experiencing new things, heavy bass in his music, comedy, and just having a good time.
Dislikes: cheating, timid, a**l-retentive, or demanding people; getting angry; vegans; traditional religion; restrictions; sunlight.
Hopes: To be able to always say he's lived a good and full life. Maybe have kids and a family some day... Definitely later, though.
Fears: Being spaced.
Habits/Quirks: He wrestles to settle anxiety or rectify boredom; he can never say no to a physical challenge; Rüd is almost always grinning, even in the face of mortal danger; he loves to tell stories, especially while inebriated; lastly, he smokes cigars strictly in times of celebration or extreme downturns.
Description: Rüd is and always has been rough around the edges. He's been fighting for fun and a fast buck as young as sixteen years, and is constantly physically challenging himself. He's very laid back, and for many he's too laid back. While he may seem and behave very shallow, Rüd is driven by his own very powerful personal philosophies. On the surface, he seems a wanton brawler living day to day with no long-term goals of his own- in fact, he doesn't seem the sort of man to plan at all (which is true). A true wandering spirit, Rüd Grülik has never lived in one place for more than two years save for his hometown. This Abwehran is on an eternal quest to expand his repertoire of experiences. While not usually a deep thinker, he's begun to think more philosophically in the last few years and is currently working to “purify” himself mentally. He can get along with anyone provided they're willing to do the same, but is quick to his fists if someone gets uppity. He'll never beat around the bush, and won't put up with others who do. He has a history of problems with controlling authority figures.

Ability
Strengths: Hand-to-hand combat, heavy weapons, languages/speaking, keeping his cool.
Weaknesses: Losing his temper, diplomacy, cooking, being gentle, being patient.
Skills: Wrestling, learning languages, handling explosives.
Special: Fighting and/or orating while drunk.

Background
Occupation: Having never lived in one place for very long, Rüd has an extensive list of prior jobs: he has been a space marine, a bouncer, a professional fighter, and most notably a mercenary. His latest work, and the one he was hoping to turn into a career, was placement as the head of security aboard an experimental vessel named YSS Genesis. Obviously, that didn't go over quite as planned.
Family: His mother and father, Ula and Emil, still live together on his homeworld, Abwehr. Having been the eldest, Rüd is the first and only to have left the metaphorical roost. He has three brothers and one sister. In descending order of age, they are: Grigori, Klein, Dietrich, and Lola.
Hometown: Nightwalkers inhabit the Unterweldt of Abwehr: the underground. Living beneath the surface led them to develop dark vision, hence their name and glowing blue eyes. Rüd was raised in a small community named Kant. It has no significant features or points of interest for anyone who was not raised there.
Friends/Pets: His list of friends was merely an abridged list of the men and women he called colleagues aboard Genesis, but they're all dead or MIA. He has no pets.
History: Rüd Grülik was raised in a very social and loving family with a comfortable and sustainable paycheck to provide a safe environment. Rüd, however, was never content with safety. Even in his earliest years he was always pushing the envelope. Some might have called him a wild child, but the young Nightwalker simply had a curiosity so pervasive it demanded he discover everything firsthand. He had enough close calls in his first five Abwehran years to fill three lifetimes, and yet he continues to fear nothing. If anything he's become hardier. During those tender years when most children discover a passion for sports, drama, or books, Rüd ignited a passion for rivalry and physical challenge. Despite his aggressive nature, he made friends easily enough. He was never in the limelight, unless he was being pointed out as a prime example of misbehavior. His next great revelation occurred the first day he ventured to the surface: the Abwehran knew he was meant for so much more than living beneath the soil. The desire to explore was awakened in him.

Nightwalkers have a coming of age ritual used to determine legitimacy as an adult. The first day, a Nightwalker must go out and discover something new about themselves through meditation. During his time without civilization, he came to realize some very vital and important things about himself and his life; some he vowed to change, others he vowed never to compromise. Upon his return, he was psyched for the second step: all male Nightwalkers must face their father in combat. That endeavor, however, ended in just under five minutes with Rüd the shocked victor. He accused his father of going easy, which was denied, but Rüd remains unconvinced to this day. The third trial is always orchestrated by the mother, and it is meant to test the mental and emotional weaknesses of their child. For Rüd this meant a trial of his restraint and will-power. Over the course of the day, he was presented aggravating and ingratiating situations and conversations designed to make him explode with rage or indignation. Despite knowing it was the ritual, Rüd Grülik nearly failed several times. His success was met with a wonderful celebration the whole block was invited to, as is customary.

As an adult he ventured out into the galaxy, one step at a time. It began with the military- a short-lived career as Rüd was never very good with conformity or too much restriction. Immediately thereafter, he got a job on the surface as a bouncer. Rüd Grülik was great at his job and loved every day he worked there. Once he'd accrued enough cash to get off planet, though, he left, and began his quest across the stars. He went everywhere he could, keeping jobs only long enough to ship himself elsewhere. He visited the capitals of Yamatai and Nepleslia, many of the planets and stations in the United Outer Colonies, made a brief and difficult excursion through Elysian space, and even managed to visit the Freespacers for a period of time before their genocide. During a large portion of his travel, he was a mercenary and as such got his hands dirty with a variety of weapons and equipment illegal for non-military personnel to utilize. Due to his size, he was always manning the heavier firepower. He left when internal struggles led to the death of four teammates and a complete overhaul of the mercenary unit.

Satisfied with his expeditions thus far, Rüd Grülik decided to slow down. He found himself a job that would sate his two greatest desires: to overcome conflict and travel- that he could make a career of it as well was simply the icing on the proverbial cake. This was to be even shorter-lived than his time in the military, unfortunately.

How you got to Aelzwyr: While cruising through space, YSS Genesis was assaulted by an unidentified ship. Designed for research over combat, it fell easily to the assailant's superior firepower. Rüd fled in an escape pod and was allowed to watch the ship explode with over half the crew still aboard. What became of the others who escaped he does not know. After drifting for just under a week, the escape pod deposited the burly Abwehran on Aelzwyr. Good timing, too, as food would have last another day or two- maybe four if he'd eaten a little sparser.

Plotline
Do you have any goals in mind for your character? Explain: See the sights, maybe learn a little patience and gentleness, and enjoy what Aelzwyr has to offer. After all, it's just one more stop on his quest to see everything.

Tableau
Write a brief scene introducing your character.
Klaxons blaring awoke YSS Genesis's Chief of Security. He had his feet booted in two heartbeats, and was out of his room in four; his roommate had barely begun to stir. Being so small, the Genesis could be walked stern (cafeteria) to prow (hangar) in fifteen to twenty minutes. Rüd Grülik needed to cover only a sixth of that to reach the Bridge. As he came to the door, the ship was rocked. The Nightwalker nearly fell to the floor as the ship went one way and inertia sent him another. After regaining his footing, he made his way inside. The Bridge was a flurry of activity and chatter. He did his best to stay out of the way while seeking Larai-Taii: the ship's second-in-command. He found the blond man standing off to one side, watching everyone passively. Upon sighting the Nightwalker, Seth Larai offered an explanation and an order. "We're under attack. Organize an evacuation."

"Sir!" Rüd bellowed and turned on his heels. He had jogged to the Bridge; now he sprinted to the port living quarters and began herding his colleagues out of their rooms and to the escape pods. Other than the occasional shake, the ship seemed to be doing well, and all of the port side was swiftly cleared. He headed to the starboard side of the ship to make sure everyone was out. The security chief had crossed the hall and was about to start shouting for a roll call when the elevator at the head of the starboard dormitories erupted. It was immediately succeeded by a great gasp as space inhaled as much of the artificial atmosphere as quickly as it could. The Nightwalker was picked up off his feet and pulled toward this great opening only to be simultaneously saved and abused by a bulkhead slamming shut before him. He struck the bulkhead like a dumbbell, his face saved any serious trauma by a thick forearm. For the second time he nearly fell on his a**, but managed a recovery. The entire starboard wing was cut off; none of them would make it, he realized. It was time to go.

Rüd hauled a** to the port stairwell, went down one level, and ran as fast as his musclebound legs would allow to the nearest escape pod. Next came the moral dilemma: wait, or launch? In total the four-armed man spent a minute and a half debating this topic before finally ejecting the escape pod. And not a moment too soon.

The escape pod put him on a course for the nearest planet, which happened to be uncharted but possessing an adequate atmosphere according to the pod's primitive sensors. He would have arrived in a matter of hours if the Genesis had exploded just a couple minutes later. As it stood, the detonation of the nuclear-powered core sent the Chief of Security's escape pod careening wildly through the void. There was no chance to correct his path, only smooth out the wild spin and hope he landed somewhere safe.

Six days of solitude ensued. Solitude was easy to deal with. The confined space was not. Thankfully there was enough room to exercise, which would tire him out and keep his mind unfocused. Thinking about his dilemma would have only worsened matters. Even so, his mental state debilitated. He became increasingly anxious and fidgety. Sleep was becoming more of an irritant than a relaxant.

On the sixth day, the pod rattled. Unsecured, Rüd rolled about the interior, but miraculously broke nothing. That the pod's computer had not alerted him to impact was alarming; that it had not even registered an approaching cosmic body or atmosphere was even more disconcerting. He had to wonder if he'd landed or just been hit. When the terminal announced that, "It is now safe to exit the pod. Please step carefully as the pod exit is currently angled forty-five degrees upward from the surface," he found himself questioning the validity of the statement. Still: what was there to lose?

Rüd popped the hatch, and flinched, expecting vacuum. Instead, cool air caressed his fingers, his wrist. He was safe. He had landed.

Now where the hell was he?

Inspector Jim McPherson

Played by: Storm Aether
Commitment: Gamer

Basics
Full Name: James McPherson
Alias: "Inspector," "Detective"
Age: 48
Gender: Male
Nationality: USA, 1930's Earth
Ethnicity: Caucasian

Appearance
Hair: Brown with some gray, parted on the side
Eyes: Green
Skin: Pale
Height: 6'6"
Weight: 312 lbs
Build: Considerable muscle and fat; Bruiser.
Distinguishing Features: Multitude of scars
Description: Built for intimidation, but not subtlety, Inspector McPherson is tall, broad, and powerful. He has many scars, but most are perpetually hidden under his cliche khaki trench coat. The most obvious are the horizontal line on the right side of his forehead, and the bullet graze forbidding the growth of hair on the left side of his head, both resting just below the brim of his understated fedora. the look of his eyes and the way he carries himself betray a reserved, defensive nature, and an acute awareness of his surroundings.

Personality
Likes: Guns, helping others, rainy days, cigarettes, baked goods, chili dogs, well-lit environments, and the occasional hooker.
Dislikes: Violations of personal rights, hot weather, animals, people who ask too many questions.
Hopes: To get even with the man who nearly killed him, and clean up the streets of New York.
Fears: Drowning, helplessness.
Habits/Quirks: Jim smokes constantly in places that are too dark. He always wears long sleeves and pants.
Description: Socially, Jim is reserved. He asks little and has little to say. When he has a goal, however, he is aggressive and driven. He possesses good leadership skills, but never uses them to actually lead people, because of a lack of trust in others.

Ability
Strengths: Marksmanship, close combat, detection, problem solving, interrogation, feats of strength.
Weaknesses: Stealth, agility, peaceful negotiations, teamwork, adaptation.
Skills: Trained at the police academy for basic marksmanship, hand-to-hand combat, and investigation.
Special: Keen Senses: all of Jim's senses are extremely well honed. Whether it's reading facial twitches and eye movements for signs of a lie, or spotting a tripwire in the dark, nothing gets past the Inspector.

Background
Occupation: Private investigator, ex-detective
Family: His 74 year old mother lives in a private rest home outside New York city limits. She suffers from senility.
Hometown: New York, disappeared in 1937.
Friends/Pets: N/A
History: Jim's father, Richard McPherson, was am upright and over-achieving police lieutenant. Jim had profound respect for his father, which set the course for the rest of his life. In 1908, Jim entered the police academy immediately after graduating high school. He was signed, by no mere coincidence, to his father's unit. After six years on the beat, Jim was promoted to detective and transferred to the organized crime unit. In 1924 Richard McPherson, then a captain, was assassinated by an up and coming criminal element. Finding himself surrounded by corruption in the force, Jim began to work alone, constantly working on his father's case in the sidelines. In 1930, Jim found he could no longer continue to function as a police officer, and left the force to open his own office.
How you got to Aelzwyr: After a set up at a closed down distillery, Jim fled the scene in a daze, and found himself in Aelzwyr.

Plotline
Jim is obsessed with getting even with the man who set him up.

Tableau
It was a case like any other. Some rich family's daughter goes slumming and disappears without a trace. No ransom. No clues. The police don't care. Jim took the case expecting the girl to turn up in a gutter somewhere raped and full of drugs, to be mistaken for a hooker and disposed of. He didn't expect to end up chasing shadows all the way to the old Jack Nut distillery on the edge of town.

Sitting in his black coupe looking out at the boarded-up five-story building, Jim couldn't shake the feeling he had been lead here. It was too easy. That lead was too obvious, and too shaky. It should have been a dead end, but it wasn't. The car door creaked open, and a single long, powerful leg swung out onto the ground. Then another. Finally, the tall, sturdy frame of Jim McPherson emerged from the tinted windows of his car into the cold, dark night.

With a glance at the surrounding area, Jim reached back into the car and retrieved his fedora to guard his aging head against the cold breeze. Walking down the drive towards the ominous structure before him, he lit a cigarette to ease his mind. It was then--in the flash of sparks from his lighter--that he saw it: A glint of steel in a second-story window. It was a trap.

His coat whirling behind him, he spun to retreat, but it was too late. A freight truck roared to life and smashed his puny car off the road long before he could reach it. A small fleet of sedans screeched into the drive, the men inside bearing guns on the lone investigator. Armed men appeared in the factory windows, and bursting forth from the front door, all aiming guns at Jim.

As the noise died down, the echo of a slow clap could be heard from within the distillery. The source, a well-dressed, middle-aged man emerged. The gangsters nearest the door made way for him. "Just as I expected, Detective McPherson. Followed the smell of cheese right into the rat trap. You just can't resist, can you?"
The mysterious man taunted arrogantly.

The filter of a cigarette was crushed between clenching teeth. "Bernatelli. Don't think this over." The detective announced grimly in a gritty baritone. "Still think you're going to lock me up? Even if you could, I'd be out in days," the rival replied. "I'm not gonna send you to jail, Bernatelli. I'm gonna send you to hell!" Jim shouted in reply, his cigarette falling limply from his lips as he reached into his coat for his gun.

The ground was illuminated when the cigarette met the asphalt in a shower of sparks, reflecting the burning barrels that flashed when Inspector McPherson met Boss Bernatelli in a shower of bullets.

Castor Kerberos

Played by: thegoodsamaritan
Commitment: [Gamer]

Basics
Full Name: Castor Adrian Kerberos
Alias: The Ascended Path, He Of Many Faces
Age: 144 (age regressed to 19 after entering Aelzwyr)
Gender: Male
Nationality: Umashen (ex-patriate)/Mishran (current nationality), Mazda World-Shards
Ethnicity: Luminaren (Mazdan equivalent of elves)

Appearance
Hair: Onyx grey. Cropped short, always untidy (occasionally singed).
Eyes: Luminescent green
Skin: Dark tan
Height: 6' 0"
Weight: 166 lbs.
Build: Tall, slim, but very firm and compact. Reminiscent of an acrobat, or a runner. Very agile, very flexible.
Distinguishing Features: His most prominent feature is his eyes, which are constantly glowing an emerald green color. Apart from that, he has two horns- one growing over each ear- glossy black, curved, and pointed forward. His ears are also longer than most other elves- each about six inches long, and both pierced multiple times with hematite jewelery.
Description: Castor's face is very sharp and thin, leading some to compare his features to a rapier. He also has a very neatly-trimmed beard. Once, he was covered in a patchwork of scars, but his age regression has changed that, leaving him with only one, a pure white slash along his jawline.

While less than inconspicuous, given his job, Castor still dresses in traditional Luminaren clothing, which is built for stealth and ease of movement- baggy black pants, a form fitting black sleeveless top, black leather bracers, and a black longcoat. He has very little adornment, apart from his earrings, and a bandolier over his left shoulder, containing several crystal vials. These vials contain small tokens called Arcana, evidence of Castor's contracts with powerful beings for use in his magic.

Personality
Likes: Holding lengthy conversations with eldritch creatures and physical gods. Also, teaching.
Dislikes: Other elves and arrogant/superior-acting people.
Hopes: Hopes to be able to return to his position at the Highborn Ministry and continue to teach his students.
Fears: That it will take another 100 years to regain his former powers.
Habits/Quirks: Will sometimes appear to talk to/hold conversations with his Arcana.
Description: Quiet, withdrawn, enjoys his solitude. Loves to read, often distancing himself from other mortals to focus on reading or other pursuits, such as practicing swordplay or magic. Often aside from groups, quietly observing them in an almost scientific manner. Still feels shame for his Luminaren heritage.

Ability
Strengths: Castor is an accompished Conduit- a mage that uses Arcana to draw magical power and abilities from powerful magical creatures. With well over a century of experience wielding Arcana, Castor is more than capable of defending himself with a variety of magical and physical abilities.
Weaknesses: A Conduit must draw upon their Arcana to use their powers- separating them from their Arcana renders them almost useless. While Castor has trained himself in various swordfighting styles, he is too used to fighting with his Arcana to be anything more than skilled. Also, all but one of his Arcana have been rendered completely inert on Aelzwyr, and the only working one he possesses has been severely weakened compared to its former strength. In addition, Castor's younger body has not adapted to large amounts of magical exposure, meaning he cannot use too much power without causing himself serious harm or even fatal injury through energy overdose.
Skills: Very good at adapting to new Arcana. He is also trained in various sword-fighting styles from his world. The Arcana that have survived Castor's trip into the Aelzwyr- and which are still potentialy usable-
Scale of the Dragon-God- Iridescent blue scale granted by Ahura, He Of Endless Oceans, patron god of the Mazda World-Shards. Grants formidable reality-warping powers to its user; rendered completely inert due to magical burnout- unclear if it can be recovered, or how powerful it would be.
Storm-Steel Shard- A sparking shard of dark green metal from the armor of Susano, Wandering God of Storms. Bestows high grade electricity-based magic upon its user; severely weakened in Aelzwyr.
All other Arcana in Castor's possession are completely unusable on Aelzwyr.
Special: Can recognize creatures eligible for Sourcing (contract that grants a Conduit his Arcana and powers) by sight alone, and- through concentration- communicate with them. He can also approximate magical potential in other mages/beings.

Background
Occupation: High Prelan of the Highborn Ministry
Family: Has no family that he has kept in contact with.
Hometown: Born in Rue, Umashi central territory. Currently lives in Ira, capitol of Mishra Prime.
Friends/Pets: Appears to have no friends beyond his Sources; very solitary.
History: Castor was born on the strange world of the Mazda World-Shards, the shattered remains of a planet struck by a cataclysmic force in the distant past, then saved by the mighty Blue Dragon, Ahura, He Of Endless Oceans, who saved his favored people by suspending the world's fragments in their chosen orbit, and binding their rivers, waters, atmospheres and peoples to the Shards' surfaces. Castor was born into a world at war, one started by his people, the arrogant Luminaren, who had begun a conquest of racial dominance over the other Shards. Though their numbers were fewer than other races, the Luminaren were superior in strength and strategy, and the war went badly for the other races. Castor, a high-ranking officer within the Luminaren forces, had a firsthand account of his own kind's cruelty, and was forced to commit some of the same cruelties himself.

Sickened by his brothers' atrocities toward the "lesser kinds," and moved with sympathy toward the very people he was meant to subjugate, Castor abandoned his forces, seeking asylum with the Mishrans, the last stronghold against the Luminaren army's total domination over all of Mazda. Castor, wishing to end the war concisely, provided damaging information about the Luminaren mobilization to the Mishrans. Armed with this information, the Mishran forces routed the Luminaren, surrounding them and eventually forcing their surrender. Soundly beaten, the Luminaren were forced to retreat back to their home Shard.

After serving a trivial sentence for his efforts against the Mishrans, Castor was allowed to remain on Mishra Prime, for there was no place for him amongst the halls of his own people. It was here that Castor decided to live out the remainder of his days, trying to atone for his crimes, and to wash the stigma of his kind from his memory. Castor trained diligently, becoming a renowned mage and swordsman, eventually becoming the leader of the Highborn Ministry, the most prominent mage academy in all of the Shards, becoming a champion of the Mishran cause, a hero to his adopted people. Yet, even with all his successes, Castor never felt truly free from the crimes of his homeland, the memories of his own faults always hanging over him. Thus, he gradually grew more and more withdrawn, fearing rejection amongst his new people because of what he represented.

Then, in the fourth year of his service as High Prelan, the Shards were threatened by a psychotic Conduit by the name of Magnus the Night, who was destroying civilian cities across the Shards, promising leniency only when he had been proclaimed king over all of Mazda. Castor embarked to challenge Magnus, their battle raging across all of Mishra Prime, eventually leading to the capitol city of Ira, where Magnus was critically wounded. In a final desperate gambit, Magnus overdrafted power from his Arcana, hoping to overload himself and destroy Ira and its people in the ensuing explosion. Faced with little choice, Castor tapped the power of Ahura, weaving a gateway that would take Magnus far from Mazda, to die alone. The spell was a success, but there was a price- for when the spell was finished, there was no sign of Magnus or Castor, both of them gone, without any trace.
How you got to Aelzwyr: Accidental transportation caused by drawing power from Ahura.

Plotline
Castor is very eager to get back home to Mishra, and will pursue this single-mindedly. The driving point of his development will be how close he wants to work with others to acheive this.

Tableau
Castor jumped up, coughing and sputtering, half of his face wet from the puddle he was lying facedown in. He hacked the remaining water out of his lungs (he hoped), and sat back, looking about, panting heavily. His body felt so weak- his arms and legs were shaking uncontrollably, and his vision was hazy at best. As his vision returned, his mind kept conjuring more and more questions. He was in a forest of some sort- very green, very lush, and very wet. It seemed to have just rained, or something. Castor groaned, his head suddenly pounding, and he lay back on the spongy forest floor. This must have had something to do with channeling so much energy when he fought Magnus the Night--

His eyes snapped open. Magnus. The fool had started overdrafting from his Arcana- he would have destroyed half of the Shard if Castor hadn't reacted.

I wanted to move him... away from Ira. Away from Mishra. So he wouldn't hurt anyone else. And I started to do... something... with Ahura's Arcana. And then everything got bright, and... Castor turned on his side, closing his eyes in pain. A teleportation spell, perhaps? And I got caught up in it, somehow. A small flash distracted him, and he opened his eyes. Another flash, and he saw the cause. It was an Arcana, lying on its side, filled with still-smoldering ashes. Castor thought back- black flames, burning cold, a madly-grinning face--

Castor sat bolt-upright in revulsion, retreating from the Arcana. That was one of Magnus', one of his worst. Likely the one that drove him insane in the first place... The Arcana flashed again, and a tiny crack appeared in the vial. Another flash, and there was another crack in the vial. The cracks continued webbing across the vial, until the vial shattered, flying apart, then crumbled into dust, blowing away in the wind. Castor let out his breath in a massive sigh of relief- the Arcana broke. The contract was broken. Magnus was dead- Castor had won. Castor started to get up, looking down, his eye catching his reflection in the pond he had awoken in--

Castor froze. He stared at his reflection in the pool, dumbfounded, for it was not his face that was reflected. At least, not the face he remembered. The face was young- exceedingly young. Barely past puberty, he imagined. His various scars and marks- proof of his conquests, his honor- had been wiped clean, save for one, along his jawline. His father had given him that. He felt at his face, poking and prodding it, but no matter how he tried to manipulate his features, they stayed resolutely young.

He fell back again, sitting dumbstruck on the forest floor, processing all of this information. He was young again. Far too young. Especially for one of his station. He patted at his chest, feeling his bandolier, which was a relief. Relief turned to horror as he realized how light his bandolier felt, though not in a physical sense. As an adult, the power of the Arcana in his possession was always a comfortable magical pressure upon his chest. Considering his newfound age, this pressure should almost be oppressive now. Yet, he felt... nothing. He quickly started grabbing at each of the vials, trying to call upon each of them, only to be granted with silence in response, his movements growing ever more frantic. The worst came when he reached Ahura's- the vial was ashen and smoky, as though it had been thrown into a fire. Castor whimpered in frustration- the damn thing had been burnt out by his efforts.

"Ahura rakash'ka," he swore, wincing as he did so- not at the oath, but at the voice that issued it. Yet another reminder of his newfound, unwanted youth. He sighed, looking up at the forest canopy.

What the hell has happened to me...?

Marfolious Rickards

Played by: EmpyreanFlight
Commitment: Gamer

Basics
Full Name: Marfolious D'Grenas Rickards
Alias: the Restless Adventurer
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Nationality: Nordaft, Dantalus (an extremely large planet, covered in various biomes and extremes)
Ethnicity: 3/4 Human, 1/4 Magii (People who have the ability to use magic)

Appearance
Hair: Short, messy, russet brown
Eyes: Bright green
Skin: Caucasian, slightly tanned
Height: 5' 11"
Weight: 160 lbs.
Build: Light, but fit
Distinguishing Features: Scar on neck, cheeky grin
Description: Marfolious stands tall and confident. He abhors extravagant clothing, as it gets in the way. Always dressed for his job, he wears simple, functional clothing. His outfit is basic, consisting of a jacket, shirt, pants, boots, gloves and scarf. His tan jacket has been patched many a time, but serves it's purpose well. His scarf is tattered, his gloves are beaten up, his steel-toe hikers, worn. He has a brown, leather satchel that he keeps with him at all times. The only parts of his outfit that change on a regular basis are his shirt and pants. At the time he fell, he was wearing a short-sleeved, red shirt and black cargo pants.

Personality
Likes: Exploring, adventure, challenging himself, laughing, the occasional fight, and animals
Dislikes: Tearing his clothes, liabilities, sitting still, long periods of deliberation, and vicious animals
Hopes: to become Head Researcher at the Nordaft Royal Library.
Fears: spiders, more specifically, giant spiders.
Habits/Quirks: Snapping his fingers, talking to himself, stroking his chin when he stops to think once in a blue moon.
Description: Cocky, reckless and headstrong, Marfolious' tendency to look before he leaps has landed him in hot water more times then he can count. His charisma and trademark smile have made him to be something of a celebrity, his natural showmanship doesn't exactly help. Having absolute faith in his abilities, Marfolious is completely confident he can deal with whatever is thrown at him, and he has yet to be proven wrong.

Ability
Strengths: Navigation, survival, problem solving, adaptibility, endurance
Weaknesses: Critical thinking, being patient, lack of foresight, abstract thought, unlucky
Skills: Hiking, safari-work, competent artist, gathering information, more than capable of holding his own in a fight
Special: Due to being 1/4 Magii, Marfolious isn't capable of using powerful magic, but instead uses it to augment his natural abilities.

Background
Occupation: Explorer/Researcher/Archaeologist
Family: His mother and father are both researchers at the Royal Library. He has a younger sister who always makes sure he brings back a souvenir for her from his adventures.
Hometown: Nordaft is the centre of power on the planet of Dantalus, ruled by four Families who make up the Council along with various important figureheads in the city. The four Families each have their own respective responsibilities for the city.
Friends/Pets: Due to his job, Marfolious travels around the world, and because of his personality, he has friends wherever he travels to, creating a wide net of friends and connections for him. No pets.
History: Born to two leading researchers, Marfolious was raised around knowledge and learning. But he had no interest in sitting down and writing papers, Marfolious was bent on adventure. As a child, he would sneak out of the house and explore the city, and by the time he was 8, he had already mapped the entire city and discovered forgotten tunnels and passageways that ran underneath it.

When he was 11, he decided to map the entire underground network. While spelunking in the tunnels, the tunnel began to cave in. He began to run back to the tunnel entrance as fast as he can. Even though he knew he would never make it, he pushed as hard as he could, suddenly, he felt a surge of energy, and the next thing he knew, he was lying dazed in an alleyway, the entrance to the tunnel blocked off. He ran home, and because he wanted answers, he told his parents about what happened, and they hauled him off to the Royal Library.

He then spent the next few years experimenting with his newfound power, and under the watchful eye of his parents, he had free rein and was able to push himself as much as he wanted to. Marfolious became faster and stronger than most people would ever hope to become. But this piqued his curiosity, and he began to read, absorbing as much relevant knowledge as he could. However, his urge for adventure had not died, and at the age of 17, he would go on his first expedition with the Royal Library under the wing of Albert Hennskraster, the eccentric Head Researcher of the Royal Library.

Marfolious would prove himself to be an invaluable asset to the expeditions. At first, he served to be a sort of labour boy, but after single-handedly saving the entire team on a particularly grueling expedition, he had grabbed the attention from his superiors, and after various expeditions and a few promotions from labour boy, he became recognized as a highly-respected Explorer.

Now a seasoned Explorer and Archaeologst, many historical artifacts and scientific breakthroughs can be attributed to Marfolious' findings. As well as the mapping of territories that were deemed too dangerous for normal people.


How you got to Aelzwyr: Smacked off of a cliff and slammed into a bed of solid rock. Awoke in Bemini.

Plotline
Do you have any goals in mind for your character? Explain:
His goal is to get home, and document as much as he can along the way, having fun all the while.

Tableau
Write a brief scene introducing your character.
"Well, there goes my map." Marfolious brought a hand up to his face to shield his eyes from the blazing sun as he watched his map get carried away by a particularly strong gust of wind. "Oh well, there's no point in crying about it. But old man Hennskraster might." He laughed to himself. "In any case, if I want to find out where I am..." He turned around and began to walk to a nearby cliff. Placing a leather-gloved hand on the rocks, he looked up. "The only way to go is up." He cracked his knuckles and began his ascent up the jagged, rock face.

This was the life.

Climbing up the cliff, adrenaline pumping, sun beating down on his back, wind in his face, there was no greater sensation than the feeling of an adventure. Free as a bird, he could go anywhere he wanted, so long as he was able to survive it. But that was part of the fun, wasn't it? He looked up the rock face. He could see the dust blowing off the top of the cliff. "Almost... there, just a few-" Crack. The rock he had his foot on broke right off the rock face.

Pft, as if that was a problem. Supporting himself with his other hand, he immediately reached into his satchel and brought out a sharp pickaxe. With his legs dangling, he jammed the spiked end into the cliff side and tugged on it to make sure it was secure. He felt out a pair of deep juts in the rock face for his feet, and dug in. When he was sure the rock wouldn't crumble, he put away his pickaxe and began climbing once again. When he reached the top, he looked over his surroundings. He could see his destination, an old, crumbling fortress.

"Great. Now I just need to keep moving-" His sentence was cut off by a massive gust of wind blowing by. At these speeds, he'd be blown right off the cliff. Over to his left, he spotted a small cave. "Hopefully the residents won't mind..." He got down low and began to make his way over. But fate would not have it so. Out of the corner of his eye, something brown was headed towards him. He immediately picked up his pace, it could be a bird of prey or- WHAP. It smacked him in the face and he was sent flying off the cliff. He pulled it off and looked at it.

It was his map. He laughed uproariously at the sheer irony of the situation, but everything went black when he slammed into solid rock.

When he awoke, he felt... heavy. And... fine? What? He sat upright. "That's ridiculous. I just fell- what?" He leaped to his feet. The desolate cliffs were nowhere to be scene. Instead, he found himself standing in shallow water. His clothes were completely soaked. He looked around, taking in the environment. "What in blazes...?" He scowled, disapproving of his own conduct. This wasn't like him. He pulled out his journal and charcoal and began making sketches and notes of everything around him. Once he finished up, he stretched and grinned cheekily. "I've got no idea where I am. That's the best kind of adventure there is!" He turned to face the ocean. "Adventure, HOOOooooo boy." Instead of tranquil waters, he saw a massive tidal wave coming towards the shore. Along with it, an ominous, rumbling sound. The sky was getting dark, and he could see flashes of lightning in the distance.

"That can't be good."