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 Posted: Tue Mar 24, 2015 9:18 am
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Posted: Tue Mar 24, 2015 9:29 am
Nickname: Dami
Age: 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30
Height: 6'3"
Birthday: June 13, 1994
Sign: Gemini
Gemstone: Agate
Blood Type: It could be type purple for all Dami knows, and he doesn’t particularly care to get typed
Fav. Food: He’s discovered a liking for spicy foods.
Hated Food: He made a go at liver once. Never again.
School: None
Hobbies:
Theater || Among the few things Dami remembers are lines and speeches from Shakespeare, and chasing them down has helped him put together a few pieces of who he might have been. His interest in theater is currently more passive than active, in that he enjoys finding time to attend shows and movies and take them in versus attempting to actually perform - he's a bit cautious about putting himself out publicly like that - but he still loves it, and he would like to perform again someday. The spotlight is an addicting thing, after all.
Cooking || About the only other thing Dami remembers besides Shakespeare is how to cook. He finds it soothing and comforting - food doesn't care if you're an amnesiac failure who can't accomplish anything, it "cares" if you can competently prepare it. He has considered enrolling in culinary classes, in order to further his abilities, because it seems like a distinctly surer career path than attempting to get (back?) into the world of the performing arts.
Krabi-Krabong || Although krabi-krabong is a rare martial art outside Taiwan, Damian considers himself incredibly lucky in that he found someone willing to teach him and a small handful of other students. He finds both calm and power in the forms and dances of the art. Plus, the weapons involved are close to the ones he uses as an officer, which makes learning to fight in this style an extra win for him - dual-wielding martial arts are not exactly a super common thing.
Virtues:
Determined || When Dami wants something, he will have it. He almost never gives up, and will do whatever needs to be done to get it, or to complete a necessary task or achieve a goal. Whenever he sets out to do something, it will be done, and done to the absolute best of his ability. He hates letting something go or feeling like he’s failed, and so he does his absolute best to never let that happen.
Fake It ‘Till You Make It || With no recollection of his civilian life or the person he used to be, Damian’s actual confidence in himself is all but gone - but his new role as an officer absolutely demands that he pretend to believe in himself even though he doesn’t. So Damian works twice as hard as he might have before to present a confident, self-assured veneer, to convince people that he absolutely believes in himself. Lack of confidence is weakness, particularly in the shark tank that is the Negaverse, and Damian refuses to be weak unless it would benefit him long-term.
Charismatic || Dami might not remember that he was a trained actor, but he still retains the skills and stage presence of one. It means that he is very good at getting and holding attention, and at inspiring and charming people. He is also surprisingly talented at public speaking in general, and it is one of the few things he legitimately regards as an actual talent. It’s not perfect, of course, and not everyone is going to fall for his charms, but it’s still generally a highly useful skill.
Flaws:
Cynical || Dami has absolutely no faith in humanity. The entire score of his memories has been reduced to his powered side, and as Ploutonion of Saturn, he saw a hell of a lot of failure and disorganization and general terribleness, and it has left him profoundly bitter. His cynicism tends to mean that he is bitter, snarky, and sarcastic, particularly when he stops giving a s**t about being charming. The world is s**t, you’re probably s**t, and unless he has the energy to put up an active effort to be nice, Dami is as likely as not to tell you to ******** off.
Low Self-Esteem || Damian has even more trouble seeing any good in himself than he did before. He is not sure there even is a “self” to see, because he’s so busy putting up a thousand masks for every situation that he’s not entirely sure there’s even a real person under there. He tries not to let it show, but it informs absolutely everything he does, from the way he pushes himself to the way he aggressively projects confidence to divert attention from how little he actually has.
Manipulative || Damian is a manipulator, pure and simple. He will smile and charm and convince you that what he wants is what you want - but he is still a manipulator. It is one of his primary ways of getting what he wants and needs; once, he did it for the benefit of others, but now, it is almost entirely for himself. There are very few people he absolutely will not use to further himself; it takes him having an extraordinary amount of affection for a person for him to be completely open and honest with them.
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION
Eyes: Big, round, violet
Hair: Long, dark blue, usually pulled back in a braid
Face: Round, freckles over his nose and cheeks, light skin
Body Type: Dami is 6'2", with a fairly muscular martial artist's build.
Clothes: Classy-casual; nice shirts paired with upscale jeans; rectangular black-rimmed glasses
“When you play the game of thrones, you win or you die. There is no middle ground.”
- Cersei Lannister, Game of Thrones
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Posted: Tue Mar 24, 2015 9:44 am
Challenge: “You win, or you die.” // "You think you're a hero? Then die like one."
Weapon --
Captain: A pair of daggers, black blades with deep red handles.
Magic: Contact with Ashanite's daggers produces mild effects of aconite poisoning for ten seconds - this can include numbness and tingling in the affected area, sweating, difficulty breathing, headaches, and confusion. However, these effects are only applied the first time an individual is struck in a single battle.
General: A double-bladed staff, black blades and red handle, inlaid with red designs. The blades should look similar to the daggers from his Captain stage.
Magic: Ever since being left to drown in the Rift, Ashanite's weapon has gained a changed effect--the blades now drip liquid shadows, which pool along the blades. Once enough has accumulated, Ashanite can flick the liquid onto the ground and create a shadowy fog with a radius of about 5 feet. This fog will stay in place, even if Ashanite leaves the radius. Within the fog, it is very difficult to see, and even magical light is somewhat smothered. This fog lasts for 10 seconds at a time, and his weapon requires two minutes to drip enough liquid shadow to create another charge.
Personal Item:
Liar’s Collar
Physical Description - A leather dog collar, with a broken Saturn symbol made of Rift crystal as the “tag.”
Benefit/Boost - The collar is enchanted to make Ashanite’s lies seem more believable by helping cover up many of the traditional signs that he might be lying. It is still possible to deduce that he isn’t telling the truth, but it helps with smoother delivery and generally projects an aura that makes him seem more honest and truthful than he actually is, for one hour a day. Essentially, a Collar of +5 Bluff, in DnD terms.
Personal Youma:
Youma Name: Razikale
Type: Humanoid
Appearance: Essentially, an Archdemon, approximately the size of a large horse.
Ability: Flight: Razikale can carry Ashanite and up to one more passenger, for approximately half a mile before he tires.
"The way is shut.
It was made by those who are Dead.
And the Dead keep it.
The way is shut. "
-The King of the Dead, The Lord of the Rings: Return of the King
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Posted: Tue Mar 24, 2015 9:48 am
Challenge: "All men must die."
Weapon --
Page: A pomegranate
Squire: A wand, topped with a delicate sculpted pomegranate
Magic: Ploutonion waves his wand, and behind him, a black gate rises out of the earth. It swings open, and a howling torrent of ghostly figures pours out, which will appear to affected characters as the shades of those they feel they have failed, hurt, abandoned, or lost. (If the character has no one in their past who fits this description, they are merely creepy gray shades.) They make a terrifying howling wail. This effect extends for 8 feet around Ploutonion, and he can channel for up to 40 seconds.
Knight: A staff, topped with a delicate crystal pomegranate
Magic: Ploutonion taps his staff on the ground, and behind him, a black gate rises out of the earth. It swings open, and a howling torrent of ghostly figures pours out, which will appear to affected characters as the shades of those they feel they have failed, hurt, abandoned, or lost. (If the character has no one in their past who fits this description, they are merely creepy gray shades.) They make a terrifying howling wail, and cause the temperature in the area they are in to drop immediately (to "cold enough to see your breath" levels - if it's already that cold, no change). This effect extends for 10 feet around Ploutonion, and he can channel for up to 60 seconds.
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Posted: Tue Mar 24, 2015 1:34 pm
Ploutonion is a great Gothic cathedral, built around a pair of night-black doors engraved with what look to be shifting scenes of death and battle and carnage and, across the top, in High Saturnian, “The way is shut. It was made by the dead, and the dead keep it. The way is shut.”
Behind the gate is an army of ghosts, cursed many millennia before the Silver Millennium for their treachery and cowardice at a critical battle. The first Knight of Ploutonion bound them behind the gate, so that in Saturn’s greatest hour of need, the Guardian of the Black Gate would be able to force them to finally fulfill their oath. That hour may or may not have come at the end of the Silver Millennium.The Dead Men of Ploutonion may or may not still be there. Nobody knows. The Gate is cold and black and silent as ever, whether it contains its host of oathbreakers or no.
"That is not dead which can eternal lie,
And with strange aeons even death may die."
-Abdul Alhazred, the Necronomicon
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Posted: Tue Mar 24, 2015 1:55 pm
Gideon Banner, father: 48 years old
Cressida Banner, mother: 46 years old
Tobias Banner, brother: 25 years old
“All happy families are alike; each unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.”
- Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina
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Posted: Tue Mar 24, 2015 2:02 pm
Isaiah Zähne: "Nicki Minaj," but getting his real name was so very worth it. Hooking up with you was the most fun I can remember having, and it's always a pleasure to return.
Order:
Sailor Aegir: You saved my life, and I think I cared about you once. I can't remember why. Infuriating.
Camlann Squire of Saturn: You seemed perfectly reasonable when we met. Apparently not so much.
Megiddo Knight of Saturn: I don't know you well, but I watched you bleed. Not a pleasant experience.
Hyperborea Page of Cosmos: A sweet girl, but thoroughly naive. The world is not as pretty as you think it is, child.
Sailor Cor Caroli: Please just stay away.
Andronicus Squire of Uranus: You did well at keeping yourself together. Better than I did.
Glitnir Squire of Mars: You were there, when Megiddo nearly died, and if nothing else, you're fun to spar with.
Eternal Sailor Megrez: No idea who you are, but Megiddo seemed important to you.
Prince Castor: Vet your purifications better. And you could do to shed some ego.
Colchis Page of Mars: Clever, and did well at keeping herself together. Very admirable.
Hvergelmir Knight of Cosmos: So gentle, so willing to help. I don't even have to try with you.
Mont Blonc Squire of Saturn: I hate how much seeing you made me want to go back. I can't go back, but you - and your talk of the others, of a team, of protection - make me want to.
Sailor Victoria: My project. And such a lovely one.
Chaos:
Shale Blackwell/General Umber: Fuuuuuuuuuuck. (You'll never see me that way, but it's nice to dream, I suppose. Love is pain, and all that.)
Lieutenant Witherite: You little s**t.
Lieutenant Rutile: Well that was embarrassing.
Captain Quartz: I am so sorry.
Super Sailor Tantalus: I kissed you, and I know it meant something, but I can't remember what. Damn it, damn it, damn it.
Porsha Weber/General Xenotime: I'll submit, if it makes you happy.
Lieutenant Devilline: You're cute, I like you.
“No one really knows why they are alive until they know what they'd die for.”
- Martin Luther King Jr.
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Posted: Tue Mar 24, 2015 2:07 pm
Name: Vincenzo
Nicknames:
Age at Awakening: 14
Age at Death: Unknown
Virtues:
Flaws:
Important Relationships:
"He was no dragon. Fire cannot kill a dragon."
-Daenerys Targaryen, Game of Thrones
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Posted: Tue Mar 24, 2015 2:15 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 24, 2015 2:18 pm
Official Art:
Commissioned/Gift Art:
“Cowards die many times before their deaths;
The valiant never taste of death but once.
Of all the wonders that I yet have heard,
It seems to me most strange that men should fear;
Seeing that death, a necessary end,
Will come when it will come.”
-Julius Caesar, Julius Caesar
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Posted: Tue Mar 24, 2015 2:35 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 24, 2015 2:37 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 24, 2015 2:43 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 24, 2015 2:54 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 24, 2015 2:57 pm
Sailor Moon is the property of Naoko Takeuchi
In the Name of the Moon! is the creation of Natsube and all the wonderful GMs
Ploutonion Page Official Art by Verithe
Ashanite Official Art by Whimsical Blue; abdyanii; bakeneko333
Rhys Banner/Damian Howe Official Art by Verithe; kuropeco & Lady Mist
Fanart by various artists
Damian Howe/Ashanite Concept is property of Noir Songbird
“Fear not death, for the sooner we die, the longer we shall be immortal.”
- Benjamin Franklin
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