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Post by Xylohem » Sat Feb 09, 2019 3:49 am

I don't know if I'm fully ok to do this but I need a place to hold my character(s) from Azuria, and other RP's as well.

This is my personal Character thread so I can keep track of the characters I use. Please don't post anything extra on this and if you see a style you like then go check out the RP's in Intermediate and Advanced!!
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Ruvari Ereth. From Azuria.
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Name: Ruvari Ereth

Age: 729

Sex: Female

Race: Elf Shadar-kai

Height: 196cm

Weight: 78kg

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Appearance: The darkness of her hair is only complimented by a black enamel rose that she often wears. Though when she puts the rose behind either of her ears, the enamel black rose springs to life and dark vines quickly move to tie her hair back. A few other jet black roses also bloom as the magic vines tie her hair back. However, while her fair and lithe form shows beauty, her pale skin is nearer snow white than a healthy color. The elf's eyes are also a sight to behold as her left eye is a deep shade of crimson while the right is a deep gold with white flecks. Her pupils are thin vertical slits much like that in some dragons and cat-like animals.

While Ruvari is not opposed to the idea of bright colors, she often wears darker clothes and armor. Sometimes, when she removes her magically enhanced breastplate armor, it is possible to see a tattoo of a red rose down her right arm and a tattoo of a raven on the back of her left hand. Though she often wears gloves and long-sleeved dresses to hide the tattoos she has. Even the armor she wears has hidden symbols written on it, yet these symbols are incredibly hard to see especially when she is in combat. She also wears a dark silver signet ring and refuses to remove it or explain it.
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Tattoos:
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Personality: Ruvari is often quiet and blunt. The way she talks and acts around other people shows that she has either not learned any social skills as a young child, or just replaced them with an incredible skill with a blade and bow. Due to being new to the kingdom she has little to no friends and she has even less contact with people in the main kingdom. While she is hard to get used to, she does relax around those who have talked with her many times and even begins to show kindness to her closest friends. She is also a quick learner and enjoys anything that will give her an edge in a fight.

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Abilities
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Powers:
Shadow Meld: Ruvari's form seemingly vanishes from the current plane, and it does. However, her shadow does not vanish and instead becomes her connection to the plane. This allows her to slip past many different things as she essentially becomes her shadow. The ability can be used like a teleportation spell, but the transition from one place to another is limited to how fast she can run from one place to another.

Dark Blade: This ability allows Ruvari to create a weapon from the existing shadows around her. The more shadows there are to create this weapon, the stronger it will be. For example; if there is only her shadow to draw from, she can summon a dagger from her shadow into her hand. If she is in a deep forest, she can create a longsword with a blade sharp enough to slice diamond in half cleanly. She is also able to create a bow and arrows from the shadows, but as she pulls from the shadows to create items, the shadows themselves vanish and are unusable until the weapon is cast aside. As she summons a bow, she also has to individually summon each arrow from a new shadow, and once she releases the shadow bow all of the shadows used to create arrows will vanish and return to where she pulled them from.

Raven's Call: This spell and power come from her home and is her most lethal tool. Using a hundred human-sized shadows Ruvari can summon forth a raven. The beast is friendly to her, and if commanded, can do serious damage to others. If Ruvari so desires the raven will fly at a target and meld with it. As the shadow raven melds with the target, the target's insides will be crushed into dust often killing the individual unless the raven enters the target in one of its legs or arms. In such a case the muscles, bones, and ligaments of the appendage will turn to dust essentially making the arm or leg useless as well as being incredibly painful. The raven created then is gone until Ruvari creates a new one.

Skills: Ruvari has many skills and talents. The one that is most evident is her skill with magic and ranged weaponry. While all Shadar-kai are learned when it comes to melee and ranged weapons. She is especially skilled with longbows. While Ruvari is also skilled with melee weapons like daggers and swords, she enjoys the range of a bow. In her home, others felt the same as she did and so a new weapon was created, a blade-bow. This weapon allowed for both close-quarters combat and ranged combat without having to switch weapons. Ruvari became quickly acquainted with this weapon adding it as a skill to her deadly arsenal.

Equipment: As stated before, her favored weapon is the blade-bow which is actually the size of a longbow. While she can create arrows from shadows around her, she keeps a large amount in a specially enhanced quiver that can hold thousands of arrows. It also doesn't hurt that she can make her own arrows as well and is a skilled ranger and survivalist. The dark-colored armor she wears is taken off only when she knows she is in a safe location. Though, the usage of minor spells keeps her spell slinging sharp and her items clean and sharpened. Like any good ranger does, Ruvari has multiple knives and daggers hidden all over her person in secret holds.

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In early Winter, hundreds of year before the and death of Lord Emeric Conrad of Azuria, Ruvari came to the doorstep of a kingdom across the ocean. While in this kingdom the strange elf woman was not a completely uncommon sight, her pale skin and the ring she wore was understood by many. While there were only a few followers of the Queen of Ravens, her dominion over the transition from life to death was apparent. This group quickly took the elf in with them and nearly began to worship her. Due to her major disapproval, the group instead insisted that she lead them. To which she reluctantly accepted the position.

As Ruvari rose to a prominent position, and her group grew, she was carefully studied by the kingdom and their ruler who eventually decided to invite her to their court after a handful of years. Once more she accepted the offer she held little care for. Though the shift from religious leader to court member was interesting, to say the least. The years passed quickly for the kingdom and as one ruler passed on the next came within a quick heartbeat. But as the time continued Ruvari eventually found herself falling deeper into the intricacies of court life. Nearly, the elf even fell in love. Though this was corrected by the Queen of Ravens.

With the loss of her closest friend and love Ruvari decided to vanish and follow the commands of her Queen. Taking a merchant ship, Ruvari heard of the kingdom known as Azuria. Certain that her past wouldn't follow her, the elf took her trip as quickly as possible. Leaving behind her followers and the few friends that she had among them. Though she knew the path before her was laid out by one who knew more than she could ever know. As the ship docked in the port, Ruvari was quick to find the path to the kingdom and find a place to rest. And do as she had been commanded.
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Shattered Being. From Sandbox.
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Name: Arius Lorne Morgan

Nickname(s): Ari, and Morgan.

Birthday (Day of the Split): December 13th, 1839 (Woken from split and "raised" starting 1991)

Age since Split: 178 (Physcial Age: 19)

Zodiac sign: Sagittarius

Species: The Forsaken and Tormented Child of Death.

Powers: Arius' powers when he is "United" is closer to his father's. Though, due to an old organization who fight to preserve life, Arius was separated into four beings. Each holds different abilities and power limits, but they are all just fragments of the singular being. Arius is telepathic and is able to shift from his human form into one of a Fallen Angel. He often hides these abilities as much as he can as when he uses his telepathy he normally hurts others. Either making their minds twist and contort toward madness or, if he is angered, he can crush a person with just a thought. Though, if he does attempt to crush a person it does take a minute and requires all of his concentration. Afterward, he is incredibly tired and needs rest.

Personality: Arius is quite open and holds himself with an air of importance. However, he does not always wear this mask and often at home he is prone to being very quiet. While his foster family has their own ideas for his silence, often preparing to warn the Society just in case, he is often just tired of socializing. Due to the recent move, Arius doesn't have many friends but his outgoing nature does draw many to him. Though his silence and outgoing nature is still a full cover. Arius doesn't know why but he seems to hunger for violence and relishes in death. He discovered this unnatural curiosity when his family had to put down their dog. Arius felt no remorse for the animal and instead fought with all his might against the wicked smile that wanted to cover his lips that day.

Likes:
  • His family
  • Freedom
  • The outdoors
  • Gothic Style
  • Music (Of varying types, he just loves specific songs of many different genres.)
  • The Supernatural
  • The dark
  • Horror Movies
Darker Likes: (He keeps his emotions hidden around these things, as well as he can.)
  • Violence
  • Fire
  • Destruction
  • Death
  • Insanity
Dislikes:
  • The darker side of himself.
  • His "dreams".
  • Abusive people
  • Being constrained
  • Clingy people
Interests:
  • Reading
  • Singing
  • Leaning about anything he can get his hands on.
  • The Supernatural.
Darker Interests: (He hides these as much as he can though sometimes he is compelled due to his hunger.)
  • Torture
  • Feed his hunger. (This means, making people fear him to a major extent, or eating a soul. Though he has yet to do the latter.)
  • The Dark Supernatural (Werebeasts, vampires, ghouls, etc,...)
  • Fighting
  • To unite with the other split pieces of his old self.
  • Killing (While he has never killed anyone before, the darker side of him pushes him toward this ultimate.)
Fears:
  • His darker side.
  • His "dreams".
  • Friendships/Relationships
  • His real father
Bio:

"Idiot boy!" The crack of a whip shattered the still air. Searing white pain flashed over his mind. How long had it been? He had a life out of these chains, right? Another crack, more white. No... He was born chained. Iron, steel, blood, pain, this was his. Once more, seven swift blades digging into his back. Opening new and old wounds. Heat, fleeing from the painful marks. He was so cold... "What did I tell you?" A hand grabbed at the young man's neck and moved his gaze up. In front of his face stood a mountain of a man with a mask covering his entire face. All except for the man's piercing firey eyes. He was expecting an answer, to what? What had the man said before the young man had woken?

Pain, the pain held him still as the man towered over him. "Fine, you won't speak to me? Then never speak again." A sudden twist and shove and the man let go of him. It is not over... Footsteps, moving away from him. The tender sound was like music to his ears as his torturer walked away from him.

Slowly everything began to return. Carefully the chained man pieced the memories together again. Every piece, starting with his birth, and moving on to this moment. Each cruel experiment and new painful technique his father could think of. All used on the boy. Every shredded slice of darkness and evil that his father could cram into the poor boy. All of it, and the cold-blooded murder of his mother, just to make him into a weapon.

A bone-chilling cry spilled forth from the boy's mouth as the deeper pain began to register and the man returned. He held a thick black wire and a large steel needle. "This ought to shut up your screaming." Still, the young man screamed and struggled against the thousands of chains that held him as the pain became overwhelming.
Arius, the child of darkness and evil. A concoction made to destroy all that was ever made. Though, this wasn't its name when it was whole... The Society of Heaven knew little of what the tormented being had endured. But to contain the beast and evil within it, they split the weapon into pieces. Each hidden and protected heavily just in case any of the parts decided to reunite. The Society also marked when the being came to Earth during the Victorian era and after causing it to split they labeled it as his "birthday" to help catalog the date.

While Arius does not fully know where he came from, or what he is. He does have a decent amount of knowledge about his darker side due to the memories that he calls "dreams". However, he keeps these things to himself as they scare him and he doesn't wish to make his family or friends fear for him. But he struggles with his memories because of this. While he is reminded and does remember being in the foster program before his foster parents decided to adopt him, he also remembers coming to Earth during the Victorian age. But these things are long behind him, other than his dreams and twisted memories.

Due to a positive review of Arius' lifestyle and mental health, the Society decided he and his protectors would move to a place where he could be more like a human. This recent trip did hurt Arius as he had made friendships in his old home, but being a mostly open person he knew he could do well. The pain from the move did worry his mother, Anna, his father, Ethan, and his brother, Eli because it was the first big thing that had ever happened to Arius since he was taken in. Though their worries were calmed once they arrived at their new home and Arius couldn't seem to sit still. He acted much like an ecstatic dog would, as when they parked in the driveway of their new home, Arius was quick to explore the house. Of course, Eli followed his adopted older brother and the pair quickly attempted to lay claim to the biggest bedroom that wasn't the master bedroom.

This sense of levity was very relieving to Anna and Ethan as they watched the two boys run about like normal brothers. Anna and Ethan were full members of the Society of Heaven, while Eli was still preparing to join, and this held them all responsible for Arius. However, no matter how hard they tried to see Arius as a possible God-killer, they couldn't see it. Instead, they saw a boy, their son, and this was one thing that had kept Arius safe for so long. But now, being out in the open, the world and its mysteries are more accessible to Arius. And it may be sooner or later, but something is coming his way.

Height: 6'5"

Weight: 188 lbs.
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Figure: Skinner side of healthy.

Supernatural feature: Due to his forgotten and scattered past, Arius can shift into a Fallen Angel. This spreads a pair of black feathered wings from his back. However, when this form is taken his lips are magically sewn shut meaning he can only talk with his mind. His body in this form is heavily scarred and the bones in his dark wings seem broken and reformed haphazardly. Though the wings still work fine, it just seems like they cause serious pain.

Appearance:

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(He has crimson highlights in his hair that he was seemingly born with. If he ever reunites with one of his split pieces the crimson will turn white.)

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(Here is his shifted form into a Fallen Angel.)

Name: Ilxion Illian ( ill-ix-ion ill-ian)

Nickname(s): Lily

Birthday (Day of the Split): December 13th, 1839 (Woken from split and "raised" starting 1989)

Age since Split: 178 (Physcial Age: 21)

Species: The Forsaken and Tormented Child of Death.

Zodiac sign: Sagittarius

Powers: Ilxion's powers when she is "United" is closer to her father's. Ilxion does have a mild ability relating to telepathy and using it to communicate, but that is the limit of her telepathic powers. However, she is a brilliant scientist. While she keeps these studies to herself they often start with her as at an early age she realized she could shift her form into various wicked beasts. These creatures range from the simplest rodent to a mighty dragon. Even with an ability to change into such a majestic beast, Ilxion keeps her shifting minor. Like giving herself gills underwater, or changing her skin to dragon scales to combat a remarkable heat. But each one of these creatures and abilities is not invincible, and often in a bigger shift, like into that of a dragon, she has to expend more energy and focus to retain the form.

Personality: Ilxion is quick, not just in her natural speed, which is remarkable, but also with calculations. While her speed is often advantageous, it is a reason why she rarely keeps any company as very few can keep up with her. Often she will be found mumbling to herself about random scientific calculations and mixtures. This makes her easy to frighten when she is so distracted. But she is rarely open and often comes off as callous when she speaks. Due to past experience, Lily is quiet about her thoughts and ideas, and it also doesn't help when people scare her when she is in the middle of a scientific idea.

While Ilxion does struggle with her darker side, she has found a way to make it dormant within her. But this doesn't mean she doesn't have darker thoughts like the rest of her Split pieces.

Likes:
  • Her work
  • Freedom
  • Movies
  • Darker Victorian Style of dress
  • Music (Of varying types, most often Classical.)
  • The Supernatural
  • Difficult equations
  • Books (Intellectual books with MANY twists.)
Darker Likes: (She has created a serum to help these feelings remain dormant. Though, if she were to run out or not get a dosage on time. Her darker side may manifest itself.)
  • Violence
  • Blood
  • Chaos
  • Death
  • Plagues
Dislikes:
  • The darker side of herself.
  • Her "dreams".
  • People how can't understand her.
  • Horror Movies
  • Eels
Interests:
  • Reading
  • Research
  • Leaning about anything she can get her hands on.
  • The Supernatural.
  • Finding viruses and developing cures.
Darker Interests: (She hides these. Though, if her darker side is manifest then it will drive her to these.)
  • Creating plagues/viruses.
  • Feed her hunger. (This means, making people fear her to a major extent, or eating a soul. Though she has yet to do the latter.)
  • Cannabalism
  • Fighting
  • To unite with the other split pieces of her old self.
  • Killing (While she has never killed a human before, the darker side of her pushes her toward this ultimate.)
Fears:
  • Her darker side.
  • Her "dreams".
  • Friendships/Relationships
  • Chaotic situations
  • Having to use her shifting abilities in front of others.
Bio:

Carefully her eyelids flicked back. The haze of morning blinded her eyes, but as her vision began to clear it was not the morning that was greeting her sight. A few pale green lamps dimly lit the interior of what looked like an alchemist's laboratory. Weirdly shaped bottles rested on a few different tables around the dim room, and in each, a strange liquid sat dormant. Pain began to slowly creep through her body as she attempted to move her arms and legs. Yet as her arms and legs tried to move from the strange wooden seat she was set on, a clink of metal against wood sounded. Her eyes swiftly turned their gaze from the room around to the restraints that held her down against the table.

Desperately she attempted to open her mouth to cry for help, but as her jaws attempted to separate to make the noise a sharp pain shook her skull. It felt as if her jaws were locked, but not in a normal way. Tenderly she pressed her tongue against the back of her teeth. However, as her tongue pushed forward the sensitive muscle pressed against many tough strings of cord that seemed to lace through both her upper and lower jaw. Fear and anger began to boil within her as she desperately searched her mind for a way to escape.

As she began to twist one of her wrists to attempt to slip through one of the restraints, the sound of a creaking wooden door opened and swiftly shut. No... Please... No more... The attempt to escape became more frantic as the footsteps grew louder and louder. A deep pounded sounded in her chest as she continued to struggle to twist her hand free, yet it would matter little as the dark man stepped into the room. With a wicked chuckle, he moved to her on the table and looked down at her face. "Oh, no. There is no hope here child." Surely the man couldn't be right...

No... Not just a man. He was her father. With a swift and harsh movement, the man tightened every restraint to the point where they cut off circulation to her hands and feet. The one around her chest and over her pelvis were also tightened so she couldn't struggle easily. "Now, what should we add tonight?" Carefully the man walked to one of the tables around the room and looked at the bottles full of strange liquid. After looking at a few of the lightly lit liquids, the man settled on one and took it with him to her side. As he raised his hand the shadows quickly began to coalesce around his fingers. In only a few seconds, out of the darkness, a syringe fell into his grasp. With a smooth movement, the man filled the syringe with the liquid and smiled as he removed the air bubbles from the needle.

To no avail, the woman attempted to free herself, but the wicked man just smiled and placed a hand on her shoulder steading her. Carefully the man stuck the needle deep into her shoulder before he began to inject the serum. A burning pain quickly began to spread across her body. Her heart began to race much faster and beads of sweat fell from her body and onto the wooden table. As she continued to shake with pain, the man moved to find another bottle. "More to go."
Ilxion, the child of darkness and evil. A concoction made to destroy all that was ever made. Though, this wasn't its name when it was whole... The Society of Heaven knew little of what the tormented being had endured. But to contain the beast and evil within it, they split the weapon into pieces. Each hidden and protected heavily just in case any of the parts decided to reunite. The Society also marked when the being came to Earth during the Victorian era and after causing it to split they labeled it as her "birthday" to help catalog the date.

While Ilxion does not fully know where she came from, or what she is. She does have a decent amount of knowledge about her darker side due to the memories that she calls "dreams". However, she keeps these things to herself as they scare her and she doesn't wish to make anyone fear her. But she struggles with her memories because of this. While she is reminded and does remember being in the foster program before her foster parents decided to adopt her, she also remembers coming to Earth during the Victorian age. But these things are long behind her, other than her dreams and twisted memories.

But Ilxion never lets these thoughts contort her desire for knowledge. Due to the ability to shift, which she discovered at the age of ten when she was alone in her room. Ilxion has always sought out the reason why she is like this. The ability to change into animals of various types and sizes was an amazing revelation, for herself. So, in an effort to find out why she was so different, Ilxion began her journey to scientific genius in record time. Within four years of her discovery of her abilities, Ilxion finished Middle School and High School. She was always fast, and often put into advanced programs. But now that she had something to solve, her determination went through the roof. Quickly she went through a few Ivy League colleges earning two Ph.D. and four Master's Degree's in the space of another four years.

This achievement was very noteworthy for the Society and after a "thorough" investigation into Ilxion's sudden progression, the Society determined the best course of action was to just try an keep up with her. With such a response, the Society sent an agent to act as a friend to Ilxion. It did take many days and even nearly a year of coaxing her, but eventually, the agent, Caleb, and Ilxion became good friends. While Caleb was kept at arms distance when Ilxion began her newer research on herself and the ability she had to shift, it didn't stop him from getting information. Still, the pair had become close friends over the few years they worked together. And Caleb was close to having Ilxion let him into her private tests when a strange letter came in with a proposed larger laboratory and more testing supplies.

Ilxion was so ecstatic that Caleb forgot to tell the Society that they were moving to a new location. This is not the best thing, obviously. But what can a young man do when he is so obviously smitten? Though he was quick to right this wrong and tell the Society while Ilxion set up her equipment, something wasn't right about the area. While she didn't fully care, she did notice a tender tug on a deep slumbering evil inside of her.

Height: 5'10"

Weight: 152 lbs.
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Figure: Healthy and fit

Supernatural feature: While she can shift into various forms, every last one has scars. Some are easier to hide, like in her human form. Looking like a normal person, the scars are only on her back and down her right arm. However, these ugly scars are everywhere and if she adds other animal traits to one form, then the scars of both forms will show. All of the scars also look fresh, as if they have just recently healed, and they can be used as a weak spot if she shifts her skin to dragon scales.

Appearance:

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(This tattoo is on the back of her right hand, though because she wears gloves most of the time it is difficult to see.)

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(Her average appearance even when she is in the lab.)

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(This form is when her darker side takes over. Only half of her face will be changed, but her whole demeanor will flip.)

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Birthday (Day of the Split): December 13th, 1839 (Woken from split and "raised" starting Unknown)

Age since Split: 178 (Physcial Age: Unknown)

Zodiac sign: Sagittarius

Species: The Forsaken and Tormented Child of Death.

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Post by Xylohem » Sat Feb 09, 2019 4:01 am

Anaslyn Xyrleth. Esmora, Advanced and Intermediate.

Character Sheet:

Name: The Rose Queen (Her true name is kept secret for her protection. -Anaslyn Xyrleth-)

Age: 326 (Looks 25)

Race: Wood Elf

Powers/Magic:

Elven Life: All Elves have been blessed with long lives with the oldest among them living upwards of ten thousand years, but their long life does not make them invulnerable to diseases and the cutting slice of the sword.

Field of Thorns: With an ability to make whips of thorns in a matter of moments, The Rose Queen and turn a select area into a large patch of thorny vines. While this covers a large distance, nearly thirty meters wide and thirty meters long, it doesn't always do much other than making moving toward her very painful and difficult.

Sea of Petals: If she finds herself in a concerning situation that threatens her life, the Rose Queen can turn her form into rose petals that then quickly begin to float away in the breeze. This is just a minor form of teleportation that can transport her up to fifty meters away. Though if every petal is caught, her teleportation can be directed to a specific place where the petals land.

Wings of the Faerie Queen: After many years of learning and talking with a few Faeries on the continent of Kaleth, the Rose Queen was granted a blessing by the Queen of the Faeries. This ability allows her to grow wings similar to fragile Faerie wings, and they last for a limited number of hours before she must rest to use them again.

Kindgom:

Current - Trivel
Past - Vellidor

Role: The Rose Queen, Head of the Rose Guard

Scars/Tattoos/Piercings:

Earring:
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(The green color is replaced with red.)

Tattoo:
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(Tattoo's placement is on the outer part of her right thigh.)

Scar: She has a scar that runs from the left side of her temple down past her left eye down past her lip to the tip of her chin.

Likes: She enjoys nature, archery, sword training, books, music, and helping her people.

Dislikes: Emperors and rulers that do not put value in the people they rule, liars, cheats, and being a ruler.

Personality: While she is very secretive, this allows her to do what she enjoys, helping her people when she doesn't need to be a Queen. Often during her rule, the Rose Queen has opposed her position as the singular leading figure in the kingdom of Trivel, though she puts up with the situation due to the fact the people of Trivel adore her and continue to ask her to remain as their queen. She is respectful and kind, but just because she is peaceful doesn't mean she had forgotten how to be violent. When provoked to a combat situation she is the first to charge and kill her opponents. She is incredibly lethal on the battlefield as proven in the war for Kaleth.

Biography:

Anaslyn was born to a family who prided themselves in their combat prowess. With this push to become a powerful warrior, Anaslyn spent her early year's training and preparing for combat. Often she would adventure far from her home against the wishes of her father and return with a trophy from a powerful beast. Though, being so versed in battle was not Anaslyn's greatest wish. What she wanted to be was a musician, and often when she left home on her little adventures she would write and experiment with musical instruments. She would never dare show her parents, especially her father, that she was musically inclined. Apparently, the world had other intentions as eventually her father and mother were told about her musical habits.

Her mother was curious and slightly proud that her daughter was smart enough to be a lethal weapon in battle and while playing the lute. This curiosity from her mother helped nullify her father's frustrated rage as Anaslyn began to learn how to be a courtesan. While the court of Vellidor was too far from her reach, one of the nearer Lord's had prepared a court in hopes to find a suitable wife and advisors. Anaslyn's mother saw this as an opportunity to raise her family and teach her daughter how to be cunning when it came to men. Thus the new training began and eventually Anaslyn earned the favor of the Lord.

Though she had little interest in the Lord and bearing his children, she prepared a clever ruse to keep what her mother so desired. After a couple years of clever manipulation, the Lord was cut down and reprimanded by the court of Vellidor for conspiring with another kingdom. This act of treachery was conveniently found by Anaslyn's mother after the Lord had prepared for a far away vacation with his new wife. As recompense, the now-widowed Lady Anaslyn committed herself to the court of Vellidor and her service was accepted. Many years passed as her proud mother and father cherished their positions as both a Lord and Lady due to their daughters cunning. Nearly fifty years later the world shook and the kingdoms became interested in personal preservation.

With the rise of Kaleth, and the new coming war, Anaslyn was seen as a valuable resouce in the new world. To keep the soldiers in line, and keep the kingdom aware of enemy movement. Anaslyn was deemed, the Lady of War and commanded to watch over the battles. In a desperate offensive, Anaslyn and her elite troops were commanded to attack a seemingly insignificant area of Kaleth. Little did she know she was being cast into a suicide mission. Back home, Anaslyn's mother had disclosed the truth of what her daughter had done in hopes to increase her station among the nobles of the Vellidor court. While she did receive a higher station in the court, her daughter was sentenced to death.

As Anaslyn and her troops desperately fought off a horde of troops from the Adrivia Empire a few of her own troops turned against her. It was at this point she realized that her home demanded her blood and death. So she gave it to them. Coaxing the troops of the Adrivia Empire into saving her, she earned their trust and confided in them and the remaining soldiers of her elite troop who were still loyal to her above all. This was the point when Anaslyn died, and the Rose Queen was born. Though at the time her new name was the Rose Warrior.

Appearance:

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(The Rose Queen wears one of two masks, one is in this picture with her pet Faerie Dragon Damaris. Also, the dress she is wearing here is what she wears when she doesn't need to be incredibly fancy.)

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(This is the mask she wears more often.)

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(The dress here is her more fancy dress, though she is able to fight in this dress if she needs.)

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(If she is prepared for a battle, this is what she wears with the golden mask. She rarely fights without her mask. When she is not in combat she will wear the same thing in her kingdom when she wants to help people, in which case she won't wear a mask.)
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Acheron Nightworth. Bloody Roses, Intermediate.
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NAME:
Acheron Nightworth. I am the last of the Nightworth clan.

AGE:
I don't remember. I have lost count after a few hundred centuries. Twenty centuries maybe... I don't know for sure.
(Looks 25.)

LIKES:
  • Masquerade Parties
  • The Moon
  • The Alnwick Gardens
  • Music
  • Ageless Immortality
  • Games of all sorts


DISLIKES:
  • Himself
  • Elitist Vampires
  • Being called "Elder"
  • Cruel Humans
  • Making deals


PERSONALITY:
Acheron Nightworth is not one to be trifled with. Under NO circumstances should one attempt to anger, or be alone with him. If you find yourself alone with him, you are lost. He is BY FAR the most DANGEROUS one of our kind. While Acheron seems quite outgoing, this is only a FARCE. Acheron is cunning to a fault and has no moral issues with ripping anyone apart if they stand in his way. For this reason, always have multiple people around when visiting or talking with Mr. Nightworth.

Though Acheron is kind on the outside if angered there are signs to watch out for. His sky blue eyes will turn a shade of deep crimson and he will become quiet. If this happens, your fate is sealed and your end is nigh. Acheron is also very secretive. DO NOT press him on situations in his past if he has already told you once before that he desires not to speak of them. He will most likely say, "My past is of no concern, let us leave it where it is." If he says this, DO NOT continue pressing him for information or he WILL kill you.

BIOGRAPHY:
Acheron was born in, as he says, modern-day Greece. He also says that he was raised as a human boy in the ages before the Greek city-states became unified. Meaning he was born between 800 B.C. and 404 B.C. This places him as one of the oldest vampires in existence, though he is not keen on the idea of becoming one of the Elders. Still, this knowledge is useful for the known records. Returning to the topic at hand, Acheron grew up as a Molossian, this is suggested by the origin of his name and has not been confirmed by Mr. Nightworth.

Growing up, Acheron decided to join the Molossian army. His training has not ceased since he was changed. In fact, he has become much more deadly over the many centuries. While he does not know how he became a vampire, he does recall how he began to figure out his condition. The sun burning his exposed flesh, and so on. As his desperation rose, Acheron searched for an oracle or witch. With his silver tongue, Acheron in his twenty-fifth year was given a ring which he now wears where ever he goes.

Within the last century, Acheron came to England. It is unknown how or why he came. Often when asked he gives an answer similar to these: "It seemed like a wise choice at the time," or, "I came because I wanted to." Remember, he is secretive, and if you press him, he WILL kill you. Though, in the most recent years of this century, Acheron has begun to host excessive Masquerade Parties. Due to his nature for holding on to secrets, the Council does not see him as a threat when it comes to revealing to the humans that attend his parties that vampires exist. Still, the Council sends vampiric agents to the parties to make sure the secret remains a secret.

It has also come to the attention of the Council that Acheron knows the agents are attending his parties to keep the peace. So far, he has not done anything negative towards the agents and a few members of the Council that respect him have thanked him for accepting their peacekeepers. Thankfully, the agents have been able to mix well with Mr. Nightworth and keep everything acceptable between the humans and vampires that attend the parties. A few agents have also been hired by Acheron to be a full-time member of staff in his mansion in London. Few on the Council were angered by this, though it is acceptable.

More information will continue to be found as the agent's search, and work with Acheron. By the will of the Council.

APPEARANCE:
(The way he often looks while with company, below.)
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(The way he often looks when he is angry, or in the company of other vampires, below.)
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(This is the ring he received that helps keep him protected against the light of the sun.)
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(While he has many masks for his Masquerade Parties, this seems to be his favorite.)
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(Often he wears these earrings when he is dressed and prepared for a Masquerade Party.)
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Eilistraee Ymera. Hail to the King, Intermediate.

Name: Eilistraee Ymera

Nickname: Elly

Age: 3026
(She looks 27)

Appearance:
Eilistraee is extraordinarily tall for a normal human, standing at nearly 6'11" she is thin for her large size. It is not entirely known how she became this tall, though it is also unknown why she has many scars that are found on her body. While these are strange aspects it only becomes more curious the longer you look at her. She does look human with an average complexion until you see her long slender ears. The tale-tale sign of an elf, though the ears seem scarred as well. Her eyes are also a sight to gaze upon, the dark black covers her entire eye only showing the deep crimson of her iris. Eilistraee's jet black hair goes down to the center of her back, and mixed in with the black are a few red feathers to add color to the dark waterfall.

With all of her training with her crafted weapons, Eilistraee determined her best option for clothing and armor was light. A set of goggles on her head, with extra lenses for longer targeted shots, she wears often her battle-ready suit. The split between the upper vest and the lower skirt/dress allow for Eiliestraee to move quickly on the field of battle and be more dexterous than a fully suited knight. She also wears long gloves that cover her hand and far up her arms past her elbows. These gloves hold a special soft padding in them in case she needs to cartwheel out of the way or rest her arms on a rough bit of terrain to get a clear shot with her rifle. While it is not seen often outside of a courtroom, Eilistraee wears high-heeled boots in almost any situation. The heels themselves have been improved by her so that the backs will not give out if damaged lightly. Strapped to her thigh is her pistol which she rarely removes as on her right hip she carries a saber of her own making. Lastly, around her neck, a tight golden choker is hidden beneath her vest or other items that she wears over her neck as the golden necklace was a gift from an age she desires to not be remembered.
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(Eilistraee is below with her rifle and pistol that she made while under her forced tutelage.)
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(The weapon below is her saber.)
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Personality:
Having to create her own weapons under a cruel teacher, Eilistraee worked hard to become wise enough to avoid incurring her teacher's anger. She also had to focus on her intellect as the weapons she was crafting seemed centuries ahead of their time. And she was right. While she remained with her teacher over the years, many times the two sparred and practiced using their weapons, on each other... This brought her attention to her dexterity and the fluidity of her movements. Yet all of this chaos did not drive her prime and best traits away. She is often kind and feels responsible for the issues that have begun to arise in the world. Though, when it comes to the knowledge of her past and how she created her strange weapons Eilistraee becomes quiet. When presented in a situation to assist someone, Eilistraee is often quick to lend her aid.

Weapons:
Long Rifle(Valkyrie): This long-barreled weapon is similar to a sleeker flintlock pistol. While it does take some time to reload, about three seconds per shot, the weapon uses ammunition that comes from a casing. The casing for the projectile was by far the toughest thing for her to think of a construct, but as soon as she had finished it the realms of weapons became nearly limitless. For the range of the Long Rifle, it is a 5' minimum and 1000' maximum. If her target comes any closer, she will either take out her saber pistol. The rifle earned its name during a minor skirmish where the wandering Eilistraee came across one of the Vallron Prince's and saved his life from an ambush. Picking off the dire wolves was easy with the weapon, and assisting the Prince helped her earn her way into Vallron and into a position to become a possible candidate for the Kingsblade.

Pistol (Nightmare): The smaller barreled weapon is often holstered on the thigh of Eilistraee. Being smaller in size, Eilistraee found out quickly that the weapons range was effectively half of what her rifle was. However, the weapon was much faster to shoot as it carried space for six casings. This weapon earned its name due to the damage it had inflicted to a group of thugs. A fight broke out and Eilistraee's saber had been hit from her grasp. After unloading the weapon on two of the attackers, the third left claiming she was a nightmare. Pondering on this, Eilistraee swore to never use her pistol again, unless absolutely necessary.

Saber (Rigormortis): While a bladed weapon like a saber is decently common to see, the modified weapon is able to spit a vapor from a hidden compartment. The compartment can be filled with anything, though it is most likely filled with her special brew that when inhaled causes paralyzation. Due to this, the blade earned its name when Eilistraee was fighting a known ruffian/assassin. Causing the vapor to expel froze her opponent in their tracks. It was surprising how quickly the paralyzation had taken effect though it did allow for Eilistraee to win the fight and gain valuable knowledge.

Magic/Powers:
Eilistraee can cast simple spells, though she does not rely on magic. Often she will use it to just help mend her tools and weapons. Or she will use it to enhance her physical attributes in a minor way. Like, using magic to help her lift something that may be too heavy or help her move faster than she can normally. (Even normally, she is quick.)

Prestidigitation: This spell is a minor magical trick that novice spellcasters use for practice. You create one of the following magical effects within range.
• You create an Instantaneous, harmless sensory effect, such as a shower of sparks, a puff of wind, faint musical notes, or an odd odor.
• You instantaneously light or snuff out a Candle, a torch, or a small campfire.
• You instantaneously clean or soil an object no larger than 1 cubic foot.
• You chill, warm, or flavor up to 1 cubic foot of nonliving material for 1 hour.
• You make a color, a small mark, or a Symbol appear on an object or a surface for 1 hour.
• You create a nonmagical trinket or an illusory image that can fit in your hand and that lasts for 6 seconds.

Bio:
The story of Eilistraee goes far back, to the time of the Forsaken. Being convicted of a crime by the Imperium meant you were Forsaken, left to die in a desert with no way out. Few were saved by others of their kind and Eilistraee was one of those few. A kind stranger braved a sandstorm to save her from a brutal death. Though this was not what pushed her on her path for the modern day. No, that came with a fateful encounter of a woman who called herself a scientist. Indeed she was a woman of science, though she was madder than anyone Eilistraee had come across before. Taking her in the woman, Lily, drugged Eilistraee and quickly began her experiments. Ripping her apart, putting her back together multiple times. And each time she ripped Eilistraee to pieces the woman looked sad for but a moment. This torment continued for some time until Eilistraee was released. Well, released from the experimentation table.

At this point, the woman demanded Eilistraee become her pupil and assist her in her own transformation. Daring not to be on the mad woman's bad side, Eilistraee complied and learned much. During the time under the teaching of the mad woman, Eilistraee built her own special weapons that she would continue to refine throughout her entire life. Even the physical training was taxing but to her reluctance, she ended up thanking the woman as the world began to shake and rumble. Many hundreds died in the war of the Forsaken, and thousands more when the world trembled. However, with clever uses of her magic an impressive regeneration speed, Eilistraee was one of the few survivors.

With her ultimate enemy decimated, Eilistraee wandered for centuries. During this time she honed her skills with her weapons and improved them drastically until one fateful day she heard a cry of pain in the forest she had decided to make her home. The cry came from a human and she was certain. With a burst of speed, Eilistraee rushed to aid the person and found a man in beautiful armor being attacked by a pair of dire wolves. Using her rifle, she unleashed her fury upon the dire beasts eventually killing both. As she went to the man's side she noticed how deep his wounds were and thus decided that she would take him to her cabin. After mending his wounds and giving him some food, the man gave his name. Prince Orion of Vallron. Surprised as she was, she received a request from the prince. To join his father's kingdom and be one of his guards.

Eilistraee dared not defy a prince and so she accepted the offer and the pair made their way into the kingdom. It was there she truly grasped the magnitude of what had happened. The history written in the books of the King's library displayed days she had bore witness to. Even the legends she read, she had lived. Well, most. With her surprise arrival and the offer the prince had presented, the King did not deny the presented offer. Though he did ask for Eilistraee's patience, for the new king would decide who would be their Kingsblades. So, Eilistraee acknowledged the kindness and wisdom of the king and spent her days as a guard for Prince Orion. This allowed her to meet many people including the Prince's brothers. Eilistraee couldn't deny, she was smitten by Silas, though she was meant to be a guard. And so she let her childish feelings crumble.

During the war against the new Imperium Eilistraee was asked by Prince Orion to remain and keep the castle safe. Though she had also been told in secret to keep his brother company and to assist him with training if he should ever desire. She took her post willingly and bid farewell and her best wishes to her friends that she had made. Pain swelled in her heart because she knew many would not return. And when the tale of two of the prince's being felled in battle, her pain swelled once more. A few of her other friends had returned, wounded, scarred, even missing limbs. It all made her feel horrible as she had now lived through such a situation twice. Under the bells that chimed the fall of the king, Eilistraee vowed she would let no harm come to Silas as long as she drew breath.
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Kazoren Ozeth. Winter Hunt, Intermediate.

Name:
Kazoren Ozeth

Title:
Onyx Blade
(Demon Title: Death Blade)

Age:
35629 (Looks: 28)

Role:
Chaosshade(B) Guild Master


Time as a demon hunter:
(The lie he tells: 18 years)
(The truth: 89 years)

Bio:

"The years were kind to no one. All know this, and some know it better than others. I, for one, know it all too well. My parents idolized the demons. While they did not worship them, they often called them our saviors. In my early years, my parents worked alongside imps and minor demons not seeing themselves for what the demons saw them as. Slaves. With two brothers and one sister by my side, we knew what we were and after biding out time under the thumb of a demon we struck against it."

"With the might of our wills and our determination, we slaughtered the demons that chained us. But in the process, we lost our mother and our eldest brother... Our father called us beasts and savages. To him, it was our fault. Maybe it was... But I know we didn't kill her, or our brother."

"Though this didn't stop us from splitting off. I don't know the fate of my family, but I still burn. The demons took my mother and my brother. And they enslave more of us every passing day. So I did what I found I do best. I became a hunter. Bringing low any demon that dared stand in my way. And those of you who decided to follow me into the fray feel the same way I do. They are monsters, torturers, and they have ruined our lives. We must stand, together, and show them that we are not slaves. We are their doom. The chaos they can't control."

Kazoren, the mighty demon is one of the oldest of his kind. The Demon Lord is the oldest there is, but Kazoren is a close second. At the height of his power, Kazoren was second only to the Demon Lord. But the invitations to become his second were met with silence. He cared little for the warring between the demons and their separate grabs for power. So in the years of the Demon Lord's reign over the humans, Kazoren slunk into the shadows and found a calm home to call his own.

The wars of the past in which Kazoren participated, he left little alive. If he ever walked onto a battlefield the land became a graveyard. For none survived his blades. No human, nor demon. This was how he earned his demonic title of Death Blade. Though, those times were done. Wars between demons were more like minor skirmishes and every so often Kazoren walked their fields to raise his body count. But nothing seemed to spark his excitement. Until the Demon Lord had a son. The mention of the half-demon child caught Kazoren off guard and swiftly he found his way back to the demons he had left behind. In the shadows of the Demon Lord, Kazoren watched the child grow and learn. As he learned about the boy, the Demon Lord planned how to destroy Kazoren.

After a few years of watching the half-demon child, the Demon Lord chose to strike out at Kazoren. Luring him into a secret meeting the Lord displayed his hand. His pride and underestimation of Kazoren's power laid bare between them. And before he could respond, hundreds of demons attacked Kazoren. While he had thought it would be a trap he didn't assume the Demon Lord had assembled an army to personally assassinate him. The battle was brutal and lasted two days. But eventually, Kazoren, beaten and bloody, walked out of the assassination attempt. Enough of his blood had been shed that the Demon Lord would believe he was dead. In his injured state, Kazoren returned to his hidden home but what laid inside shattered him.

It was uncommon to see a human and demon together as a couple in the age of demons. Though Kazoren was hidden from the public eye, and though his illusions and demonic magic he had found a being worth caring for. A human woman. And in his pride, he assumed no one could touch either of them as long as he lived. But the scattered remains of his love that littered his home showed his weakness. He was not strong enough to protect her, or his home. With this knowledge, Kazoren was broken and the Death Blade died. Revenge filled his broken mind and over the years as he began to walk among the humans. The banishment of the Demon Lord culled this revenge for a time, but Kazoren knew he would earn his chance to end it all one day.

As Kazoren walked among the humans for many years he became closely entwined with those who remembered the evil that the demons had brought. The stories of torture and pain that had been inflicted. During these years his power had begun to decrease due to his time walking around in his human form. His years of relative peace and preparation were suddenly broken as something passed through him. Kazoren felt the presence of the Demon Lord once again... But this time, he was ready. Setting out and killing every demon he could find, Kazoren found out that he was not alone in his hunt. This revelation hit him like a ton of bricks. Maybe he could make his own army... Yes. An army strong enough to bring down the Demon Lord. And so, he began to gather and train as many humans as he could never letting them know who and what he really was.
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Personality:
Kaz is quite cocky and likes to laugh. In situations where the mood is light, he is the first one to crack a joke or drink a pint and act like a lunatic. While the alcohol has little effect on him, he enjoys making others smile. Though this kind demeanor can quickly fade if he is provoked into a serious battle. With his many years, Kazoren is very knowledgeable when it comes to almost anything. His intense knowledge could fill a library though he chooses not to flaunt this. Every so often he does reveal snippets of what he knows but he does so only to assist those he knows are his allies and friends. If he is pressed into a rage, Kaz then becomes quiet and very attentive. This allows him to learn more about his new foe, and also catch them off guard.

Place of Guild Mark:
Back of his right hand.

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Skills:
Kaz's intelligence allows him to think a few steps ahead of his enemies, and it also helps him retain information. Though his intelligence is not the only skill he holds. Kaz is quite dexterous and stealthy due to his demonic lineage. This allows him to move quickly and sidestep some of his faster opponents. These feats are impressive but also show he is not impervious to everything. Kaz is decently clumsy, and if he ever finds the need to use his demonic dexterity he will often trip over himself.

Weapon:
Kaz has a few weapons that he uses though he particularly enjoys his twin falchions made of a darkened steel. The true creation of these weapons was quite painful for Kaz as he used his own blood to help temper the steel. But the beauty of the weapons is that they never dull. And the color of the steel, tempered by his demonic blood, was turned into an onyx black.

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Armor:
The armor Kaz wears is a mix of light leathers and form-fitting metal components. He made the armor at the same time he made his blades and using the same method. Though the leathers of his armor are just common, the metal components he added are sleek and just as dark, if not darker than his blades.

Appearance:
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(The metal components are the full arm gauntlets that you can see. There is a leather brace that keeps them attached to him that he wears under the rest of his clothes or armor. He stands at 6'7" in his human form.)

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(This is the Death Blade. Kazoren's true demonic form. While he is not as large as some of his demonic brethren, Kaz's size is an advantage as his reach with his arms and his blades increases. In this form, he stands at 7'7" tall.)

Anything Extra:
Kazoren rarely enters his demonic form and tells none of his true nature. But if he must he will use his enhanced demonic speed and strength to get a job done while in human form. Though, he has not been accustomed to using them as often so he is not as strong or as fast as he was in his prime. The armor he wears in his demonic form is crafted from his blood, much like the blades. As, when he shifts, his body convulses and a rain of black blood will shower anyone within 50 feet of him. This change does hurt him and it does leave him vulnerable for a few minutes. In this time of vulnerability, Kaz's demonic armor has yet to form around him leaving him open to attacks.
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Lilixia Shysea. The Master's Trials, Intermediate.

Name:
Lilixia Shysea

Age:
34

Race:
Firbolg

Class:
Cleric (Grave Domain)

Appearance:
Lilixia's eyes are covered in a silvery haze. Many have mistaken this condition for blindness, though Lilixia can see perfectly fine. Her hair is a mix of a deep red and brown giving it the look of rust. While most Firbolgs have more animalistic features when she was born Lilixia looked more like an elf. Her facial features looked more humanoid and her ears were more pointed than those of her tribe. Though, much like her people, she grew to a mighty height. Standing a little over eight feet tall, her physic is lean though she holds an intense strength in her build. Covering her entire body is a light blanket of soft gray fur. This fur, while it is more obvious to see up close, looks like ordinary skin if you do not look close enough, or know about. (The image below is what she looks like. Assuming the Master of the Island hasn't taken her earrings she has a gold band near the tip of one of her long ears, while on both she has a gold leafing that is attached to her ears. See the image for additional details.)
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Personality:
Like many other Firbolgs, Lilixia loves nature and spent most of her youth in the forests with her tribe. Even in the face of dangerous animals or set in difficult situations she greets them all with a slight smile. This does not indicate that she enjoys violence. The peace she feels in any and every situation is just a little overwhelming. While her sense of serenity is great this also causes her to often get lost in her own thoughts. But regardless of the situation Lilixia always does her best to be respectful, and kind to anyone she encounters.

Bio:
Born to a smaller tribe, or in human terms a family, Lilixia grew up with an affinity for the herbs grown on the temple grounds her family kept. In her early years, the young Firbolg was keen to search and peer past the overgrown fence and gate that protected the temple and its holy ground. Yet this desire was quickly pushed to the side as she learned the properties of magic from the God whose temple was the home to her family. Picking up on the way of healing and helping things decay, Lilixia became the pride of her tribe and as she came of age she desired to leave. Her family attempted to dissuade her, though her mind was set.

When she turned thirty, her father received a vision from the God his family worshiped. The celestial being told her father that she had a purpose. Her life away from the grove and temple would help her to grow, and that she would return with new knowledge beneficial to keeping the temple safe. With this revelation, her father, while still not completely eager to send his youngest daughter beyond the protection of the temple grounds, sent her on her way.

Lilixia walked far and wide with little knowledge of anything other than that of her home and a desire to learn. Finding her way to the sea, she was taken by its beauty and searched for passage on a ship. She cared little for where she would go, as long as she kept her heart open and her mind facing the vision her father had spoken of. As she set sail for the first time the waters seemed to greet her as she stood near the side of the ship. The tender waters rising to touch one of her outstretched hands.

Yet a few days into their voyage, a storm began to rear its face and head toward the ship. Lilixia knew death well, the temple grounds she had grown up on had been the sight of many burials with plenty of her families herbs made from the nutrients of the decomposing bodies. Believing that her end would not come from the storm, the sense of serenity she had always felt seemed to shine through. Hours before the storm was upon them, Lilixia made her way around the ship and thanked all of the members of the crew and even the captain. She did not know who would die, but they had all been kind to her. And before she made her way below decks the storm hit the ship. Holding on to the largest bit of railing Lilixia smiled and let out a quiet breath. "Thank you all." A sudden cracking sounded, shouting, and then silence as she fell unconscious. Her smile ever present.
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Vasra Sov. Hunting in the Darkness, Intermediate.

Name: Vasra Sov

Name of Ghost: Siv

Age: 28
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Vasra's Awoken roots show often by the light shimmer that floats above her skin. Her eyes are a deep shade of amethyst and the marks on her face lie above her eyebrows with one down the bridge of her nose. There are also two more of the marks that branch down toward her eyes. These specifically look more like scars. The color of the marks is silver which makes them decently hard to see. Her hair is a similar color to that of her eyes and often, when she is not wearing her helmet, she will tie it into a tight ponytail.
The necklace seen in the image holds a fragment of her old life, displaying her name and that she is a Sov.
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This is the armor she wears as a Hunter. The helm itself has gone through some changes and not seems to emit a small amount of gaseous purple energy that resembles the Void. While the gas does let off a tender light, this light does not disturb darkness and serves more as a deterrent from nearing the female Hunter.
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Siv's appearance caused many Guardians to be cautious of him. While he is a little reserved, he is also quite kind. The purple lights surrounding his corrupted eye shed a dull light like many other ghosts, except when he goes to revive Vasra, the deep red and purple seem to mix and fight. With the light red mist that seems to shrowd Siv, at times, little black and crimson particles can be seen flying around the mist as if transferring energy or something else to different parts of the Ghost's frame.
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Personality:
Vasra often seems cold-hearted. She is closed off and difficult to get information from unless she trusts you. Though this does not stop her from opening up to a few people. With exception of the Vanguard, Vasra has told four people of her plans. While this may not seem like many it does prove that she is willing to open up. The Awoken woman is also a little too keen when it comes to fighting. It is unknown when she began to grow this unhealthy addiction to battle, and it has changed her.

Before, Vasra was content to serving within the Tower. Protecting those she could that resided in the city. Sometimes she did go out, as Hunters are prone to, and run through some adventurous situations. But she was cautious and prepared, choosing to win most fights with her intellect rather than her battle prowess. Though, as stated before, she has begun to prefer the straightforward approach, similar to that of a Titan. Throwing her body into battle to rise again. This doesn't mean she lost her intelligence. Now, it is common knowledge that she will charge the front lines of the enemy alone on the premise of 'being bored.'
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Made by Banshee-44, this special hand cannon is able to deliver a steady stream of six shots. While this weapon does look incredible, it has very common features and deals an average amount of damage to enemies. Sometimes, if worse comes to worst, the little metal spines on the weapon can be used as a close range slash to cut at her enemies. Though, if she does have to use a melee weapon it is Hunter's nature that makes her draw one of the four knives on her person.
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Originally this fusion rifle was made with Arc energy to help defeat powerful enemies among the Fallen Capitans. Though, after Guardian who wielded this weapon before was forced to retreat and leave it, the Capitan that took it was Taken. This changed the weapon and somehow altered its elemental output causing the purple void lights on its side. When using this fusion rifle the weapon itself will become more steady with every kill. And after a precision kill, this weapon will refill the chambers of the other weapons she carries.
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The Whisper of the Worm is a sniper rifle that holds a heavy Taken presence. This weapon is talked about often as Vasra is never seen without it by her side or on her back. It is unknown how it came into her possession, though many believe it is a "gift" from a defeated Worm God. When it comes to the elemental damage the weapon can produce, Solar seems to burst from the barrel after each shot. While this weapon can only hold three rounds, Vasra has commented that with every precision kill the magazine of the weapon reloads a shot. And this unknown fact she has kept hidden well, the weapon itself whispers to Vasra. Often it just asks her to feed it. This implies killing strong enemies day-in and day-out.
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Powers:
When it comes to using her abilities, Vasra is prone to reach into the void to either draw from it a powerful single shot bow. Or twin daggers that with a heavy strike make her vanish from sight. When it comes to her grenade the small projectile will latch on to any surface and should any enemies be within the reach of the grenade they will take a consistent stream of damage. The enemies are also slowed while they are within the reach of the grenade. Another grenade that she is able to throw is a smoke grenade that dazes enemies and slows them as well for a short time.

Bio:
One day, many years ago, Siv made his way through a forgotten patch of Awoken land on the Broken Shore. This was incredibly dangerous as the Shore was home to a few Fallen who were known to collect the shells of dead ghosts. But this did not deter the brave ghost as he pressed forward, his sole intent to find his Guardian. Desperately she searched and scanned every section of the Broken Shore. It wasn't until a few days in of searching that Siv found what he was looking for. Or, to be more specific, who.

Waking with a start Vasra knew nothing, only that she had awoken to an incredible sight. Hundreds of stars met her gaze as she stared out into the endless abyss of space. "Guardian? There you are! Eyes up, Guardian." The strange voice caused her to turn. Her amethyst eyes now locked onto the strange floating machine that had just spoken. It's shell seemed, infected? Maybe that was the word. "This place isn't safe, we should go before Fallen come for-..." Suddenly the strange little mote of light stopped speaking and slowly it neared her neck. Raising her hand to defend her chest, Vasra's slender fingers grazed against something.

Quickly she looked down to the amethyst that was strung on a strange band of gold. Tenderly she wrapped her stiff fingers around the crystal and stared into it. As she did, her mind began to wander. For a moment she felt and saw nothing but the tender starlight. That was until her vision was pulled swiftly past tall and elegant buildings. In a moment, her eyes, no her entire being, stood before a statue. "Read..." Her gaze quickly moved around her only to see the open ground with patches of grass here and there. As her eyes scanned the area around her a little mote of light built up in the form of the floating device she had seen before. "G-...you ne-..." Just as quickly as it had appeared, the little light was gone.

Turning her gaze to the statue that stood before her, Vasra reached out her hand for the amethyst sculpture. Her fingers touched the cool rock and a smile grew on her lips. For some reason, she felt peace. She felt like she was at home, though she did not know where she stood. Cautiously her eyes looked back to the script written on a stone tablet that sat at the feet of the statue. "Read..." The voice held a comforting tone and without a second's hesitation she knelt and began to read the tablet. Each symbol she read with ease quickly recalling the history of someone by the name of 'Vasra'. It became apparent that this person was quite important and when she read the full name of the woman a warmth filled her chest while a cold began to mingle in her mind.

With a quick shake of her head, she was back and the little light floated around the woman seemingly impatient. "Please, we have to leave." Nodding her head at the urgency in the little machine's voice, she stood and followed where it went. It took a few months of meditation on the medallion around her neck, but in those early days, Vasra learned who the woman was and that she was her.
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Nivis. The World Chalice, Intermediate.

Character Sheet
Name:
Nivis

Age:
29

Gender:
Male

Race:

Many hundreds of years ago when the lands were old and the Ifrit were free, waring bands of horned beasts rallied against each other for territory and honor. These horned beasts were considered not but monsters by the Elves and rarely Men who might cross their paths. Yet they were a society built on tribes and minor kingdoms. A Minotaur's strength was said to be unmatched, and that was true until the Ifirts were taken. Upon their sealing, the Elven King reached out to the many waring clans of Minotaurs with a proposition that had been passed upon every race. In the eyes of the Minotaur, this threat was empty and the clans continued to war amongst themselves. Yet when the Elven armies marched on Minotaur lands the outlook had changed. By the time they had banded together, it was already too late.

Out of the tens of thousands of Minotaurs, only a few hundred survived the brutal conquest of their land. And in the chains of the Elven Empire more would die to the whip and starvation. A Minotaur slave was seen as a badge of the highest class as their rarity and incredible strength was nigh mythical. Yet, through poor treatment and a burning hatred that began to fester in their hearts, the remaining Minotaur worked for the day the Elves would be weak. When that day came, it was the mighty Minotaurs who took first to freeing their fellow slaves, arming them, and rallying them against their enemies. In the wake of the hell they had been put through, they spared no Elf they passed as now only 27 Minotaurs lived to see their chains broken and their lands returned.
Occupation:
Blacksmith/Tanner/Leatherworker/Hunter/Chieftain

Scholia Class:
While he has not received any formal training in magic he does have an innate sense that would, if he joined the military, push him to be a Vanguard.

Equipment:
He wears no armor as his hide is almost as durable as that of studded leather.
When it comes to the defense he takes a wooden shield passed down from his father. The shield has magical properties as it was blessed by the Ifrit many hundreds of years ago. Yet with his tribe's history being all but expunged, he only sees it as an old wooden shield.
While he prefers bigger and longer weapons, Nivis has not shied away from the "small" nature of the longbow. He is a deadly hunter and an even more capable fighter.
Character's Road:
Nivis was born to those considered the last of the Minotaurs. His father, Gnarlock held leadership over what remained of their race leading many to look to the birth of his son as a sign for the Minotaurs bright future. While he did not encounter many hardships in his young life, Nivis had much expected of him. With such a mighty weight on his young shoulders, the bull took up every craft he could find. This included trades and skills from vendors that traveled the lands of Hestia.

Though, many were fearful of the Minotaurs and their mythical strength. Some travelers were intrigued by this young bull that seemed to yield endless questions. Through their teachings, Nivis taught his people the trades of blacksmithing and leatherworking. Most in the community took to the new teachings and quickly began to improve their lives. Yet Nivis' father was not pleased with his outreaching. To teach his son a lesson, Gnarlock threw his son into a cave for five days and nights.

In silence and utter darkness Nivis denied his father's grasp on the old ways that had been all but snuffed out due to the Elven conquest. On the eve of the sixth day, the young Nivis was let out of the cave. Yet upon his return, he did not yield to his father. Rather, he challenged him.

Nivis was nearly forty years his father's junior, yet he had been taught different methods of fighting by a few of the outsiders he had found. The battle was long and bloody. But in the end, Nivis stood over his father, the victor, and chieftain of the Risen Forest clan. As he set about preparing his people for a brighter future he was not prepared to receive the call to aid Orthstein and Hestia only eight years later.

Appearance:
The first is an image of his father who is still alive with the shield that Nivis now carries.
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The second is an image of Nivis.
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Extra:
While Nivis pushes his people to adapt with the world, he still carries a small totem of his ancestry in the bag on his hip. This heirloom, considered a good luck charm, was given to him by his mother a few days before she passed away. She died when he was only 5.
Most Minotaurs stand around 7 to 8 feet tall. Nivis is nearly 9 feet tall.
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