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  Gabe
Posted by: gabriel - 07-15-2017, 08:25 PM - Forum: Introductions and Farewells - Replies (22)

Hey there, I'm gabriel. You all can call me Gabe. I'm genderfluid, but I prefer male pronouns. 
It's Haji's fault I'm here. They love me immensely and dearly.
No really. 

I work full-time, however that won't really affect my activity. I have like 0 motivation some days, though, so bear with me. 
Also I'll be 27 in about two weeks. 

I also started on neopets, but I met Haji in Animal Crossing. If it sounds like I'm bullying Haji... I'm just showing my love.
Trust me. 

Also Haji is a Giant Nerd. 

The end.

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  Fallow Rose
Posted by: Kila - 07-15-2017, 05:22 PM - Forum: Character Profiles - Replies (1)

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Fallow's character page

Name:
Fallow Rose

Nicknames:
Fall

Species:
Kelahati with some Visek Elf sprinkled in

Age:
60

Appearance:
Fallow is incredibly tall, standing at a whopping 6'7". It's nearly impossible to miss this fact, unless you happen to be blind, and his antlers make him appear even taller. Though tall, he is of slender build, and looks rather delicate and thin, with little to no discernible muscle. His skin is alabaster, being so fair that in some places is seems almost blue in shadow. Perhaps if he spent more time in the sun his skin would be warmer, but the only sun Fallow sees is that of sunlight filtering through dense treetops. Even his hair is purest white, looking rather pearly in the light. His straight locks are shaggy, and he keeps it in a low ponytail to be kept out of the way. Little care is given in regards to how his hair appears, since Fallow spends so much of his time alone. Sprouting up from his head are a fine pair of deep blue antlers. Like all deer, he sheds them on a yearly basis, and regrows them in the spring and summer. This has proven to be more of an inconvenience than anything, as shedding velvet is a very messy, and itchy, affair. Though when his rack is in all its splendor, he prefers to hang golden threads and beads from them, a small testament to his vanity. His eyes are a bright yellow-gold color, and are often half lidded.

He wears deep navy clothing accented with gold. His usual attire consists of a sleeveless shirt with a golden collar, a golden sash around his waist, navy trousers, and charcoal knee-high boots. He covers himself in a pale grey cloak. While Fallow wears very little in the way of ornaments and jewelry, he does wear a long spear of lapis lazuli hanging from his left ears, and on both of his forearms are tattoos of the moon and stars.

Personality:

Spending much of his time alone in the forest, Fallow has earned a reputation as a hermit. He prefers to keep away from people and live off the land. This has resulted in him being a rather quiet individual, spending most of his time around other animals and listening to their troubles or tending to their needs. His hut is seen as a safe haven for the local wildlife. He's an excellent listener because of this, and is very good at just comforting those who need it--particularly animals. Around other people, Fallow is incredibly shy. It takes a while for him to warm up to strangers, and it's difficult for him to utter more than a few words. Befriending him is a slow process, as his shyness coupled with his quiet nature makes him quick to back away from individuals who are too forward or brash.

A timid man, Fallow is very quick to back down from a challenge, and prefers not to fight at all. At the first sign of conflict or trouble, he removes himself from the situation. He has little backbone, and standing up for himself can be a problem. This has lead people to walking over him in the past, which Fallow doesn't like, but he's simply too nervous to do anything about it. He's quite the loner because of this, having no friends outside of forest animals and no family of any sort. He's alright with that, though. Being alone is something he prefers, as it leaves him with time to be with his own thoughts. In spite of his troubles with people, Fallow is a friendly man. He's not one to turn away someone in need, and will offer his home and help to those who need it most.

Living alone in the forest has turned Fallow into a resourceful man. He's always had an interest in plants, and this has only increased since moving. He's self sufficient and very resourceful, using his head to solve any problem that might arise while he's alone in the forest. For a task too daunting for him to handle on his own, Fallow often calls on his animal friends to help. There's no problem too big or too small that he's not willing to try his hand at.

Abilities:
Nearly most, if not all, of Fallow's abilities are of the magical variety. His frail stature and slender physique is more fit for reading books or gathering herbs than for combat. While he can wield a bow and arrow, he us no noteworthy marksman, and misses a fair number of times.

Thus doesn't bother him much, as Fallow is much more inclined to pursue magical studies. He considers himself a druid or hedge wizard, and us mindful of the natural order of nature.

Fallow has been blessed with shapeshifting, allowing him to take the form of many an animal or beast. He uses this to slip in and out of the fringes of society, taking unassuming forms of a sparrow or deer.

This is not his only ability. Fallow has a unique way with plants, and utilizes his earth magic to aid in the growth of the fauna around him. From a single seed he can sprout a tree, if given enough power. His nature magic also allows him to heal minor wounds, using the body of his patient to aid in the healing.

Fallow also has an affinity for animals, as all kelahati do. He also has a vast knowledge of herbs and plants, which he uses to create poultices and other remedies.

History:
Fallow was born in early spring to a pair of kelahati parents who loved him very dearly. His father, who was part visek, passed down some of his traits, as well as a love for nature. They fostered his love for plants, and encouraged him to pursue what he was passionate about. When he was on the cusp of adolescence, his father fell gravely ill. His mother decided it would be best to take his father to the visek, in hopes they could cure him. Not wanting to take Fallow from everything he knew, they made the heartbreaking decision to leave him in the care of the village elder. Fallow's parents traveled across the sea, leaving their son behind.

Shortly after this, Fallow left to go live in the forest, taking everything he owned and leaving instructions for the elder to tell his parents where to find him when they returned.

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  Oliver
Posted by: Sparx - 07-14-2017, 11:32 PM - Forum: Character Profiles - Replies (1)

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Character's Name: Oliver
Age: 649 (Middle Aged)
Gender: Male
Species: Tume Elf (Vampire)
 
Abilities:
Oliver's abilities are mostly just those typical of a Tume elf. He can move around quickly and silently, able to exist largely without being noticed. His stealth is well practiced, largely due to his chosen profession.
In the way of magic, Oliver is not particularly inclined, but has learned some basic kinetic magic to help him with his work.
 
Appearance:
For a Tume elf, Oliver is mainly typical. He stands at 6'3" and weighs 146lbs, making him fairly lanky in frame, but his refined posture keeps him looking more poised than gangly. Oliver is relatively in shape but not muscular, having more stamina than strength. As is characteristic of his species, Oliver has dark brown skin. Due to his vampirism, however, rather than having the depth of hue of a Tume, his skin lacks saturation and appears almost gray.

Oliver's hair has a densely coiled texture, naturally black and cut close to his head. Thanks to age, his hair has begun to fade to gray in some parts, giving him a salt-and-pepper look. Framing his rounded face is a short, neatly kept beard and mustache. His eyes, once gray, are now blood-red due to his vampirism. Also due to his vampirism, Oliver possesses long, sharp canine teeth that are easily seen in his smile. His ears are pointed, but not especially long. Age has given him the beginning of wrinkles around his face, especially crow's feet around his eyes, thanks to the fact that he is often smiling.

Regarding his wardrobe, Oliver always looks sharp. He is always dressed at least somewhat formally, favoring nice vests and jackets and shiny shoes. Usually he wears darker colors as is customary for his species, but he'll also sport lighter neutral colors if it suits the occasion. Oliver never looks disheveled or unkempt, and he would die before being seen looking less than presentable.
Personality:
 Composed.
The most noticeable characteristic of Oliver's is that he is very calm. He is level-headed and patient, and it is difficult to break his composure or annoy him. Focused, he is not easily distracted. Oliver can remain at ease even in more stressful situations and is quick to help others do the same. He is particularly good at handling people who are rude or otherwise abrasive, and if these people irritate him, he does not show it.

Thorough.
Oliver does not like to leave things undone or to perform a task poorly. If he does something or commits to something, he is very thorough about it. All of his work is done with his best effort or not at all, and he is often looking for ways to go above and beyond expectations.

Sociable.
Though he usually works behind the scenes and without being noticed, Oliver enjoys being around others. It is easily noted that he is always smiling, especially with his eyes. He is a good listener and will remember the things people say to him. Oliver likes to meet people and make friends, and has no trouble being around larger crowds and feeling comfortable. He is not at all shy. There is not a particular kind of person that he favors, and will generally give anyone his time so long as they are respectful or at least well-meaning. For those who are otherwise, he is quick to stand up for himself or others, or simply exit the situation.

Sarcastic.
Oliver's sort of humor is the drier kind. It can be hard to tell that he is joking because of his typical flat delivery. He enjoys satirical and sarcastic types of humor and is not shy about applying these to conversations regardless of how close he is to a person. Occasionally he will use this trait in a less than amicable way to deflect those who test his patience, but with good company, he means no harm.


History:
Oliver had a rather unremarkable childhood as a Tume elf. Most of his life he has spent in his chosen position as a butler due to an unusual love of cleaning and organization, but also partially because he likes the idea of living with people of high status without having the status himself. Most of his life has been spent like this, working for various well-to-do families of various species in various places with very little trouble.

Unfortunately, living a completely uneventful life was not in the stars for Oliver. Around his 600th year, the rural family he was working with was suddenly attacked by a small coven of hungry vampire rogues. As far as Oliver is aware, the entire family was killed in the feast, except for him; instead of death, the bites Oliver received afflicted him with the vampirism curse, something he instantly became aware of when he came to after the event. The transformation was, as expected, difficult; not only was he out of a job, but the sudden surge of bloodlust completely threw his composed self, causing him to spend the next few decades struggling with violent urges. Adjusting took a lot of time.

Presently, Oliver has a much better grasp on his curse, and has been able to return to his natural personality. As for his diet, he has learned to control his bloodlust so he is not attacking random unsuspecting citizens, but instead hunts lesser animals- not usual for a Tume elf, but he had known enough Pren to pick up the basics. Unfortunately, he still deals with the social problem that is fear of vampires. It has been difficult for him to find and keep a job since being afflicted with the curse, and he has been forced to travel around near constantly in search of a place to stay. 

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  Arctis Night
Posted by: Achera - 07-14-2017, 01:15 PM - Forum: Character Profiles - Replies (1)

Character’s Name: Arctis Night
Nicknames: Arc, Ice, She-Bitch
Age: In her 30s
Gender: Female
Species: Wolf- Chortari (royal; oracle of Cysnial)
Abilities:

Ice Manipulation- She is able to manipulate ice to her own doing. She can create it out of thin air and the stronger she is, the harder it is to break/melt these creations. She uses this more to create objects or familiars to help her in battle. On ocassion, she has used it to create an ice armor that both protects her body and freezes objects/others who come into contact with it. This kind of magic can be very draining on her body the more she tries to create and control at once.

Like most royals, she was granted a familiar at birth. Hers takes on the form of a dark black raven.

Appearance:
Arctis has a pure black base for her coat. From the back of the top of her head down to the rear of her rump are wavy, tiger-like blue stripes that conform with her body. From around her shoulder down to her rump once more, is a top layer of white that is broken up as if it is cracked like ice. The cracks in the white show the stripes that are below the white icy-blanket. This white also continues down the top of her front legs with cracks in them as well to show the pure-black base of her coat. Her eyes are a similar colored blue with a small white crescent moon that forms to the bottom of her eye. On the top of her nose is a strip of white as well. Everywhere there is blue, she is able to glow from her stripes to her eyes.

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Personality:
There is nothing warm and fuzzy about her. Even her coat is slick to the touch and mimics the winter’s night with her appearance. It is how she got her last name. From her appearance to her soul, it is all ice. She is quick to snap at another for their stupidity  and does not tolerate an ‘off day.’ It is said that this type of personality is from the patron goddess, Cysnial.

On rare occasions, she is known to show some sort of affection through her actions, but never her words. She has been seen to give extra food to puppies and to help tend to the sick.

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  Minorta Haos
Posted by: Aquarius - 07-14-2017, 10:51 AM - Forum: Character Profiles - Replies (1)

Character's Name: Minorta Hoas

Nicknames: Famine King

Age: 1,240

Gender: Male

Species: Famine Demon

Abilities:

Flight: Minorta is able to fly using his magical energy, soaring through the skies he uses this ability rather frequently as a way to be evasive in certain situations or either for just plain entertainment reasons.

Body Manipulation: As a Demon he has fond abilties, one of them are the control of his body enabling him to increase the size of his entire body raising his size to the amount of energy he puts into it. He can also increase the size of his body parts at well ranging from his arms to become as large as a tree to possibly even an entire hut like home if applied. The downfall to this skill is if he increases his size he becomes more slower in his movements,if it's partially increase in a certain body part then all is well however that specific body part moves with slow grace.

Crystalizing: Minorta is able to not only form a bright red crystal upon his skin for defensive purposes but he can shoot projectiles of crystals and control them with ease shaping the crystals into different forms and structures. The crystal is able to defend him aganist frontal attacks such as blades, general weapons etc however he can either form the crystals on his skin in his entire body or have to result to only using two partial area of his body to be crystalized. Even when in this form his body is sometimes too firm unable to move properly.

Demon Inheritance Ability: Enabling Him to shapeshift into 3 animals, he can turn into a rattle snake, eagle and a tiger his mythical beast form is pheonix with blue flames surronding it's body instead of red ones.

Appearance: 

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Personality: Minorta is a evil demon dwelling in the pits of the world of opportunity none as antarsia he was first an angel till he sought out a more devilish attempt in which resulted into him becoming a demon. He is a thinker when it comes to making decisions, looking at every possibility he is the type to make the correct choice to protect his people. He sees humans as weaklings and hates them ever so heavily. Normally he is calm and collective yet expresses a more wicked side as it's in his blood to do so. 

History: Minorta was born happily in the land of angels, a realm of peace and tranquility, filled with shining skies and flowing moons as nothing but love could be felt in this world. As a child he inherited most of his father's abilties, yet his mother's personality, he was a treacherous soul and fought for no purpose and for his own pleasure at times which excluded him from the rest of the angels that brought many people positive experiences. As he grew up he came to the realization that he didn't belong here, it brought nothing but boredom for himself to even  look at the other angels, he wasn't disappointed in himself however his own race for how some of them acted, even his own father wasnt of his liking as he wanted him to be more rebellious towards beings of evil nature which is odd as he himself is of evil nature yet of course his father didn't knew of it. As he then becomes overwhelmed by his environment by age 800 or so he commences a crime causing him to be banished from the world of the Angels, after the years of practice his abilities grew rather efficient after becoming a Famine Demon, his skin emerged after previously ceasing to be visible. He knows stay in the world of Antarsia where he plans to proceed with his demonic intentions.

Roleplay Sample: As the glistening rays of the sun bask upon Minorta's radiance, he walked calmly along the tiled platforms aching for something to eat as it has been a while since he consumed some food. Searching throughout the thick opened woods his head darted bac and forth still trying to regale what he saw back in the mountainous regions a few days ago, possibly a dragon. He blocked the thought for a moment sensing a presence among him, yet not even making a single move know he paused, the chirping of birds subsided as a furious beast attempt to pounce onto him. As he turned his head he lift his palm up ejecting a red crystal from his palms it sky rocketed aiming at the beasts chest in which the his attack was successful. The beast roared in agony as his red sharp crystal impaled his body.

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  Sora
Posted by: Pikku - 07-13-2017, 02:06 AM - Forum: Character Profiles - Replies (1)

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Character's Name: 
Sora

Age: 
836 years old

Gender: 
Male

Species: 
Kitsune

Abilities:


~ Illusion magic ~
As with all Kitsunes, Sora is a known user of illusions. His many years of practicing has allowed him pretty good control of his illusions, To the point where he can make someone look entirely different, but at the bark of a dog he loses concentration and drops his current illusions. He also uses magic to hide the current total of tails available, usually leaving about 4 visible at any given time.


~ Wind Magic ~
As with most Kitsune, he has the ability to control one elemental magic-- Circumstances of his birth allowed him to gain the use of wind magic. When he uses it on it's own, he mainly uses it for protection and defense, using the wind to re-direct or deflect attacks. Using it at really high speeds can wear him out quickly, but allows him to deflect all but the strongest attacks. This is not the only way he uses wind magic, but is the most common.


~ Swordplay (Falchion) ~
To supplement his natural abilities, Sora trained for a while with Swords, dabbling in many different types and styles before sticking with the Falchion. To increase his abilities with the Falchion, he supplemented his swordplay with wind magic, allowing him to cut a bit sharper than he would before, and even create a bit of a gust, which while not quite as strong as a full sword swing, still can make some decent cuts. However, these can be easily dispelled, or even blocked without too much consequence.


Appearance:
As a Human, Sora stands pretty tall, at a good 6 foot. He has his hair a few shades darker than his brother, more of a dark silver than a light gray, and bright blue eyes that shone like a clear sunny day. He wears clothing that allows for some free movement, albeit with a few things of flair. Unless the situation desperately calls for otherwise, he usually always has his tails and ears out, though he masks the true number of tails he has most of the time.


As a Fox, Sora has much of the same fur color as his hair, in various gradients of dark silver to lighter gray, in patchy parts of his body. He's also much larger than his little brother, being comparable to a wild wolf in size. He also usually does not hide his tails in this form, fanning them out behind him.


Personality: 
Much like the younger Hiro, Sora is a pretty easygoing person, though a bit more serious than the younger fox. He's also a lot more calm, happy to just spend a day under a tree and watch the clouds go by. However, he's also prone to laziness if he's not currently engaged in any sort of task.


There is a way to make this easy-going nature slip away, though-- threaten anything or anyone he cares about, and he'll be more than happy to show the full strength of an 8-tailed kitsune. He'd go great lengths to protect anything-- especially his family. 

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  Charlotte Bloodletter
Posted by: Kila - 07-13-2017, 12:45 AM - Forum: Character Profiles - Replies (1)


Character's Name:
Charlotte Bloodletter

Nicknames:
Charlie

Age:
500

Gender:
Female

Species:
Demon;; War

Abilities:
Her magic is actually very limited, and so Charlie prefers to fight with close combat. She's swift, strong, and skilled with her weapons. In addition to this, Charlie knows how to blend in to her surroundings. The little magic she does have can essentially render her invisible, though it does not prevent her from leaving footprints or from being covered in mud, earth, or other compounds.<br><br>

Charlie's favorite weapons are a pair of matching daggers, crafted of black metal and set with vivid red rubies. The blades of these daggers are spiked, giving them a jagged and serrated appearance. These are less for cutting and more for tearing, causing deep bleeding wounds that will weaken her opponent. There are also special grooves in the blades in which poison can be delivered.<br><br>

She has a natural resistance to poisons, and it takes extremely high doses to have a noticeable affect on her.

Appearance:
Charlie is absolutely stunning to behold. While physically small, being only a slight 5'1" tall and weighing a whopping 98 pounds soaking wet, she has a demure, nonthreatening appearance. Her peachy skin has warm yellow undertones, and is absolutely flawless save for one scar on her face. This scars runs down over her right eye, all the way down to her jaw, with another, more jagged scar crossing from the apple of her cheek down to her mouth. She was lucky enough to keep the sight in her eye, and looks upon this scar with disdain, though she does nothing to cover it up. Her eyes are a blood orange, a color shared by her hair. Her hair is kept straight and short in a shoulder-length bob, with straight cut bangs covering her forehead. She keeps part of her hair tied up into a bun, adorned with a golden butterfly clip.<br><br>

She wears little to no clothing, with her standard wear being a charcoal grey-blue color that covers her chest and neck while remaining sleeveless. A red leather guard covers her breasts, giving her heart some protection. A mask covers her nose and mouth, and from the back of this mask trail two scarves, which she can control at will. Her forearms are covered by long gloves that leave her fingers bare, and match the leggins she wears. Her torso is left bare, and on her legs she wears skin tight leggings in the same color as her crop top. The left thigh has three horizontal dusty orange stripes, and the right legging has spiraling red stripes down the leg until the legging fades into red at the mid-calf. She wears open toed sandals that flare out at the ankle, and they contain three poisoned blades that can be unsheathed with a kick.<br><br>

Her true form is a mystery to her, as she's never once taken it.<br><br>

The animal forms she takes are that of a grizzly bear, a cobra, a sparrow, and a manticore. All of her forms are unusually pale, with those bright eyes of hers.

Personality:
While she looks demure and submissive, Charlie is anything but. She's confident in herself and her abilities, and has a playful demeanor unusual for war demons. She enjoys killing, and treats it like a game. She revels in torture and poking at the weaknesses of her victims. Bordering on cocky, it's this aspect of Charlie's personality that got her that scar. She learned not to overestimate her own abilities, nor the underestimate those of her opponents. She learned this lesson the hard way, and is reminded of it whenever she sees her reflection.<br><br>

Charlie is not prone to anger, and rather laughs off insults or slights rather than lash out. Her temper is a honed blade, tightly controlled. She is incredibly proud of this ability to keep her cool under pressure, and her smile when dismissing such things is almost more unnerving than her anger would be. <i>Almost.</i> Her temper, when unleashed, burns hot and furious, coming and going so quickly you may not realize what happened, largely because you'd be dead.<br><br>

Charlie is immensely proud of her heritage, and is incredibly eager to please her aunt and live up to her expectations. The only fear she knows is failure, and Charlie does everything in her power to avoid that. She looks down on other species, seeing demons--especially war demons--as superior. She knows better than to say this out loud, though, especially to other royals.<br><br>

She's surprisingly friendly and good natured for a demon outside of battle. While not always the best playmate, as she's fond of lording over others, she does her best to be as fair as she can be. Charlie enjoys conversations with others, though her quick wit and sharp tongue often mean she's more blunt and honest than accommodating. She quick to make jabs and point out the faults in others, generally with the intent of helping them better themselves, but also to remind them that she's ultimately superior to them.

History:
Charlie was born to the royal house of War. From the time she was old enough to walk she was trained in battle. This, at times, could be intense and merciless. OFten she wasn't allowed to sleep until mastering the day's lesson. While her father was never violent with her, he was harsh and demanding, and this tempered Charlie into the warrior she is today.<br><br>

Now full grown, but still young for a demon, she's eager to prove herself and earn the praise of her father and aunt.

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  Vioroll
Posted by: King Fury - 07-13-2017, 12:31 AM - Forum: Character Profiles - Replies (1)

Character's Name: Vioroll

Titles: Master of Ravens, Lord of the Hunt

Age: Over 1000 years old, though appears to be in His late twenties.

Gender: Male

Species: War Demon Royal

Appearance

He usually appears as a human man. He is taller than his sister, actually fitting the term at nearly two meters. He has shoulder length black hair, framing a pale face. Gold eyes glow from behind his bangs, which are swept to the sides, parted slightly to the left. His mouth is usually twisted in a sneer when addressing anyone other than his sister.

Normally, he can be found wearing a mixture of armor and fine clothe, in imitation of his sister's style. His outfit is always colored with a coal black, and has shoulder-pads slightly smaller than his sister's. In truth, they are only large enough to land a raven on, which is actually their purpose. He usually has a raven or two perched on his shoulders.

His alternate forms are a pitch black wolf, a raven, a shark, and a Basilisk.

True Form

In his true form, Vioroll is a black knight. Blood seeps from between the heavy plates of his armor, and he wields a large black blade. He wears a helmet that has no visible eyes, only a crimson slit in the visor, which constantly weeps blood. 

Personality

Arrogant, aloof and incredibly confident, Vioroll has a commanding presence. He is unlike his sister in almost every aspect of personality, at least when he chooses to be. When she is calm and welcoming, he is cold and abrasive. Where she is cold, he burns how with anger. She can keep herself at least pretending to be interested in the affairs of those who come to meet her, while he openly treats them like irritants.

This is in part a distraction. The two of them often have the same relative ideas on subjects, a benefit of their twin bond. By having him be abrasive, she looks better in comparison. He is her Master of Ravens, the one who feeds her with the information she needs to rule. However, while she enjoys the games of politics, he prefers straight-up action, and will gladly fight at her order.


Abilities


A skilled swordsman and general combatant, Vioroll favors direct combat, with the slight exception of his mastery of Darkness magic. Most of it is meant to be used in direct battle, but the poisonous abilities have also been trained in case he is called upon to eliminate the opposition to his sister in less direct manners. However, as Master of Ravens, he has to be aware of everything occurring in the kingdom. To do so, he has developed the ability to brand animals and lesser demons with his mark, which lets him see through their eyes and listen through their ears. In this manner, he has set up a powerful network of informants to maintain his sister's reign. He can direct the creatures to a limited degree, with the effectiveness increasing the closer he is to the creature directed.

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  Cyrus
Posted by: Sparx - 07-12-2017, 11:35 PM - Forum: Character Profiles - Replies (1)

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Name: Cyrus

Nicknames: Cy

Age: 120 (Adult)

Gender: Male

Species: Human/Visek Elf hybrid

Abilities:
Cyrus’ strengths are entirely in his mind. He is extremely intelligent and strong in many academic fields, particularly those having to do with logic and strategic planning.
From his Visek lineage he acquired the gift of magic, and from an early age he began applying his affinity for logic to spells. Especially for someone as short-lived as he, Cyrus is a prodigy in the arcane. He has a particular knack for transmutation and kinetic magic, and struggles the most with illusions.
Cyrus approaches magic in a strictly scientific way and builds spells based on carefully written formulas. He is incapable, perhaps through an unconscious mental block or otherwise, of using magic through emotion or will alone. Instead, he prepares spells in writing or through symbols that may be executed by completing the final phrase or image, or spoken aloud (for simpler spells). Because of this method, Cyrus always carries around a book with his simpler spells, and usually has some means of writing nearby for when he needs to construct a new spell.

Appearance:
While Cyrus gets his magic from his elf half, his physical form is largely human. He is not particularly striking or notable in any way, merely average in most aspects. At 5’10”, he is not especially short, but on the lower end of average height for either species. Though he is on the thin side like an elf, being 134lbs, he looks more hungry than graceful, and has very little in the way of muscle or flexibility. True to his Visek blood, Cyrus’ skin is pale, though it would perhaps be more naturally a warmer, more human-like pink if he ventured outside more often.
Another trait Cyrus only coincidentally shares with Visek elves is his silver-colored hair, which is cut short above his short, slightly pointed ears but otherwise not styled in any particular way. He was born with black hair, but due to certain traits of his personality, it has lightened over the years and now matches his eyes, which are also silver. Fittingly, he wears sleek, silver-framed glasses to correct nearsightedness. Occasionally, a bit of darker stubble will line his face, usually around the same time the bags under his eyes are most noticeable.
In the way of clothing, Cyrus is not especially groundbreaking. He typically dresses lightly in neutral colors or greyscale, with more regard to functionality than fashion. A typical ensemble for him would be a long jacket in a style popular with magical scholars, magic-resistant gloves, and simple trousers and boots.  

Personality:
Intellectual. Most of what makes Cyrus what he is would be his scholarly ambition. He has a remarkably strong academic mind, and he thrives on learning and critical thinking. Most of his time is spent reading, researching, or applying the knowledge he has garnered. He can talk at length and in depth about a great many subjects, and will do so with glee if allowed to do so without inhibitions.
Neurotic. Somewhat of an extension of his intelligence, Cyrus is a perfectionist to a fault. He cannot act without first dedicating some time to careful planning and consideration. Thinking on his feet is near impossible for him because of this; he has to deliberate the options and possibilities of any situation. This has led to Cyrus being a very anxious person who never takes risks, is rarely happy with his work and decisions, and is constantly thinking about the ways any scenario could go wrong.
Timid. Cyrus is not at all a strong person socially. He often finds it difficult to interact with others comfortably, and he shrinks away from social situations. Lacking willpower and confidence, it is easy to push Cyrus around or put him down. He does not have a very high opinion of himself, even in regards to his magical talent, and does not accept compliments very well.

History:
Cyrus was born to a human mother and a Visek father in the city of Santyn. Both of his parents were scholars of magic, though his mother only researched and could not actually use spells. A hybrid, the child aged at a pace slightly faster than a pureblooded elf, and due to his mother’s shorter lifespan, Cyrus was raised primarily by his father and was brought up mostly in Visek culture and surrounded by magical talents.
At some time during his childhood, Cyrus and his father moved to Yfrelo in Sleible, though they often travelled for periods of time to sate the wanderlust his father had learned from his human wife. As he grew older, however, Cyrus preferred to stay behind in a place with more people like him.
As an adult, Cyrus is an avid researcher and spellcrafter, often working on commission to create magical scrolls or items. He tends to stay close to the mage guild, being a bit wary of people outside of it.

Roleplay Sample:
Peppernose found herself trying to listen to several conversations at once. There were the leaders above her, and then the dozens of cats before her, and more and more still pouring in. She heard a lot of names, and SkyClan was mentioned a few times, but it was too difficult for her to tune into any one thing from where she sat. The leaders didn't seem very interesting at the moment with their pleasantries, and hardly any medicine cats had sat down yet...
Well, what was the point of staying put when all the socializing was happening out of reach of this stupid rock? Peppernose decided that she wasn't going to waste this first gathering away just watching everyone else have fun. Medicine cat or no, she was a very energetic and sociable character, and she was itching to get in on the action.
With an impatient huff, Peppernose leapt down from the medicine cat rock and looked around for anything particularly fun. It wasn't long before something caught her interest- something else completely new to her, something she had never seen before.
Peppernose had, of course, heard of dogs before. What cat had never heard of dogs? But she had never seen a dog, so when one walked right into the gathering, her eyes grew wide with curiosity. What was that strange, floppy eared creature running over to one of the apprentices? Why was it lashing its tail like it was angry, but everything else about it said happy? Peppernose had to know more.
"Hey, you!" the tiny tuxedo meowed loudly, bouncing over to the canine and the ThunderClanners he was greeting. Without regard for poise or tact, Peppernose planted herself in the middle of the group, huge eyes locked on Rustedwaters. She spoke with genuine wonder and curiosity, "Are you part of a Clan? But you're not any kind of cat. What are you?"

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  Look What the Kitsune Dragged In
Posted by: Achera - 07-12-2017, 10:52 PM - Forum: Xira - Replies (32)

Thread Status ;; Closed
Players Involved ;; Karyso (Andromeda) & Lyanna (Achera)
Characters Involved ;; OPEN TO ALL
Setting ;; Seliel City
Time ;; 3 days behind (12th of Ganthor of the 50 days); Around dusk
Weather ;; Clear skies and warm with a gentle breeze

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