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| Nyello |
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Posted by: Psychoticmist - 07-21-2017, 02:33 PM - Forum: Introductions and Farewells
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Hi there, I'm Jojo!
I'm a 21 year old dude and I heard about this website from Cass, who encouraged me to join because "ALL THE LORE, JOOB"
I've never actually roleplayed with any of my characters, and I've always had an aversion to it because I'm dyslexic, but with a lot of gentle throwing this website at my face, Cass was able to convince me that this place is friendly for all levels of RPers. I'd love to jump into it with anyone who's willing to be patient with me responding. You can click to find my character here!
I wanted to go to school to become an illustrator, but due to a lot of bumps in the road, I couldn't afford to go to college, and right now I'm working part-time to hopefully get back on my feet! I hope to one day work on the manufacturing/developing end of pharmaceuticals, but that's a stretch goal. My current realistic goal is to hopefully just move up in the company I'm working with right now, and to get a puppy! I live with my fiance, a few of my best friends, and a whole load of animals!
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| Damien and Belial |
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Posted by: Kila - 07-20-2017, 11:46 PM - Forum: Character Profiles
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Damien and Belial's character page
Character's Name:
Damien / Belial
Nicknames:
Dame
Age:
500 / ???
Gender:
Male / ??? Presumed Male
Species:
Tume Elf / Spirit Elemental
Abilities:
Damien is a rather laughable excuse for a mage. He possesses both light and dark magic, and for a Tume, this is a fate worse than death. It has brought him more bad luck than anything else, and this is why Damien is known for his perpetual bad luck. Something bad always happens to him, and this doesn't even cause him distress any more. His bad luck may even be an ability--he doesn't know.
While he possesses light magic, Damien's skills with it are limited. At most all he can do it light up crystals and maybe create small orbs of light around himself. His true gifts lie in dark magic, though even this is spotty at best, thanks to his colossal bad luck. He can summon a dark mist that deprives anyone caught in it of all their senses, and disorient them, sometimes his spell even works well enough to induce fear. He's also a decent necromancer, and raises dead beasts over humans and other sentient creatures--with the exception of dragons, because a dead dragon is still as strong as a living one. His magic has a very large tendency to backfire, thanks to his bad luck, so Damien finds himself using it more to power up his staff to use as a physical weapon. The tip of his staff is a sharp, lethal point, and it's also just good for smashing things in general.
Belial is the powerhouse of the duo, and perhaps the most battle capable of the pair. The elemental holds enormous power over the elements, and raw magic in general. Claiming to be an old being, and with the power to back it up, Belial claims to be able to create tornadoes, start raging infernos, and even cast great illusions. This has yet to be seen, as the elemental only uses his magic for offensive purposes, and mostly when his host is in danger of dying. Getting Belial to contribute to a fight when Damien is not in danger is much like pulling teeth.
Appearance:
Damien is on the short end of elf height, being about six feet tall. His skin is a pale grey, making him look much more sickly than he his. Half lidded eyes and dark bags certainly don't help this, as he has a constant look of exhaustion. In spite of this, Damien is well muscled, albeit lean. His features are long and angular; even his ears are long, even for an elf. His eyes are palest blue, almost appearing white, and he has no discernible pupils. His thick black brows are constantly angled down, and he generally wears a frown, giving Damien a perpetual scowl. In spite of his black eyebrows, Damien's hair is purest white, and reaches his knees. His hair, however, never hangs straight, and is always floating about as though it has a mind of its own. This is where Belial is bound to him, and the elemental has given Damien's hair a very unearthly, and unnerving, appearance.
He doesn't wear much in the way of clothing, just a black top that covers his neck, shoulders, and upper back while leaving his pecks and abs extremely exposed. His arms are entirely covered by long gloves, the tips of which are pointed and claw-like. On the right side of his torso are wispy white markings that run from his pelvis to her chest. These marking glow when Belial uses any magic, and cause Damien some amount of discomfort. His pants are made of dark grey leather, and are extremely tight. His boots, also made of black leather, rise of to his knees, where skulls cover his kneecaps. While not overly fond of jewelry, Damien has five piercings in each ear, simply because he thinks they look cool.
Belial is a pure white spirit that is, quite literally, attached to Damien's hair. He can make the hair grow and shrink in length, but never does so in such extremes as to cause his host discomfort. He has two arms that begin fading to grey at what would be his elbows, and finally his hands are black. He wears bone armor, and from behind the bone mask of his face his three blue eyes shine brightly. It is unknown what form Belial took before being bound to Damien.
Personality:
Damien is a very dry individual. He wears a near permanent scowl, and nearly everything he says is sarcastic. His delivery is dry and fairly monotone, so it's hard to tell what he's really thinking or feeling. Mostly, he's just incredibly tired. Damien finds it hard to focus on things or people, and would much rather be on his own. While he can socialize, is drains him greatly. In spite of his constant bad luck, he's no longer phased by much of anything anymore, taking whatever life throws at him with surprising grace.
Despite not being the most social of people, Damien is polite, and can at least carry a conversation. He tries his best to look on the bright side of things, because hey, things could always be worse, right? Right? While not the most chatty of individuals, Damien displays his affection through small gestures, though he finds it difficult to get close to people in general, largely thanks to Belial, and his own bad luck. He prefers to protect others, especially from himself, as he believes disaster is never too far behind him. He's rather lonely, in truth, but keeps himself guarded out of fear.
He does bear quite a bit of resentment towards his family for disowning him, especially for something he couldn't help. His anger about a lot of things is quick to bubble to the surface, though he takes great care to take his frustration out on inanimate objects, like trees or pillows or even himself.
Belial is a mystery wrapped inside of an enigma. He likes to speak cryptically, and has a great deal of knowledge. He's arrogant in his abilities, and quick to boast to others about what wonders his powers can create. He's far more sociable than Damien, and enjoys telling stories to anyone who will listen. While Damien is selfless, Belial is the opposite. He's incredibly selfish, and puts his own needs before the needs of others. This extends into a certain protectiveness over Damien, for without his host Belial would likely fade into nothing. While he doesn't like to admit it, Belial has a certain soft spot for the elf, and tries his best to prevent the worst of Damien's bad luck from causing him too much harm.
A bit of a joker, Belial is known for playing a prank or two on unsuspecting people. His morals are also more grey, as he sees no problem stealing or making a bad decision when it benefits them.
The pair have a very complicated relationship, and the two often quarrel. They're quick to apologize and make up, as being stuck together forces them to be on somewhat decent terms.
History:
Damien has always been unlucky. Accident prone as a child, this streak of bad luck first ruined his life when it was revealed he had light magic. Thankfully Damien was old enough to fend for himself at the time--a small blessing--as he was quickly disowned and rushed out of his home in the middle of the night. In spite of this, Damien thiks he turned out okay? Maybe? He's never had anyone to compare himself to, as most Tume elves know to avoid him like the plague.
His bad luck came to a head when Damien was trying to raise a recently deceased elemental, just to prove he could. This backfired spectacularly, and instead of raising the deceased elemental, Damien found himself, quite literally, attached to one. This magic seems to have disrupted Belial's memories, as he cannot quite remember if he was dead or alive before becoming bound to Damien, but nonetheless it annoyed him, and Damien, greatly. Thankfully he remembers most other things about his life, though he keeps his secrets closely guarded, and Belial gets fragments of memories when the pair comes across something that triggers a memory.
The two have been stuck together for some three-hundred years now, desperately searching for a way to separate themselves and hopefully restoring Belial's memory in the process. |
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| Aolani Cloudbearer |
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Posted by: Kila - 07-19-2017, 09:55 PM - Forum: Character Profiles
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Aolani's character page
Character's Name:
Aolani Cloudbearer
Nicknames:
Ao, Lani
Age:
4,500
Gender:
Female
Species:
Light angel/Eastern dragon hybrid
Abilities:
Aolani is a strong warrior. She wields her poleaxe with grace and beauty, striking from behind her shield and dealing devastating blows. While not exactly quick, she stands her ground and deflects blows back at her foes.
She is gifted in magics, particularly elemental ones. It is this skill she inherited from her dragon father, one in which her brother could use offensively, but Aolani uses defensively. She uses her magic to form elemental shields that can adsorb and reflect magical blows, though the strength of her shields are dependent entirely on how much power she puts behind them. A fire shield can absorb fire and turn it back on the caster, for example. Too much power from an enemy can break her shield if she's unprepared for it, and she has no counter against dark magic, save for the light magic she can throw up in a last resort. Against physical attack, her shields can cause damage, like burns, frostbite, and eleven electrocution.
As a dragon her elemental shields become stronger, and she's able to breathe out the elements in her breath. While being a bigger target in this form, her scales provide her with extra defense.
Her healing magic is useless, as she was never trained in the art.
Appearance:
Aolani is a tall, well built angel. Standing at 6'3", her slender build hides a muscled physique. Her features are very delicate, and her complexion is fair and peachy, making Aolani seem more fragile than she actually is. Her round eyes are a bright, vivid sky blue accented with bits of lilac and violet. While they were once fierce and passionate, time and loss have softened them, and her passion now burns more subdued. Truthfully, Aolani's most stunning feature is her hair. Taking on all colors of the rainbow, she has carefully divided it into two pigtails, one containing red, orange, yellow, and warm greens, while the other contains cool greens, blues, purples, violets, and pinks. Her hair is incredibly long, falling to her ankles when up, and when let free it touches the floor. She adorns her hair with a band of deep indigo ribbons and a crown of flowers, the colors of which she changes up as they begin to wilt.
She wears a beautiful white dress, accented in gold, with a sweetheart neckline that has golden halter straps. The neckline leaves her chest exposed, revealing a very large gem in the shape of a diamond embedded into her chest. This gem is a pearl, and glimmers in all colors of the rainbow. She cannot remove it, as it's as much a part of her as her wings. The back of her dress, which falls to her thighs in ruffled layers, some lacy while others are not, is low, and exposes much of her skin and her six white feathered wings. The top layer of her skirt is embedded with colorful pearls. In spite of the length of Aolani's dress, little of her legs are seen, as she wears thigh high white boots with similar golden accents as her dress. The toes and soles of these boots are a golden metal, giving her kicks quite a punch.
Her dragon form is similarly as impressive. She's an eastern variety, with white scales so small and fine they appear to be skin. Her rainbow colored mane runs the entire length of her long serpentine body, and she has similarly colored scales running along her back and limbs. Similar to the pearl on her chest, Aolani's body is colored in other, smaller pearls that are far less grand. Her six wings run down the length of her body: two at her shoulders, two in the middle, and two at her hips.
Personality:
Aolani was once a bright, vibrant warrior with a thirst for battle and a love of the fight. While the death of her brother has greatly tamed her, some aspects of her former self still remain visible in her. While less likely to revel in a fight, a certain part of her still enjoys the adrenaline of a good sparring match. Her bright light is more subdued and gentle now, less of a lightning bolt and more a roaring crackle of fire. War has made Aolani jaded and hard, and she doesn't take kindly to those who eagerly speak of slaughtering their enemies. After losing so much, she has immense sympathy and compassion for those also devastated by war, and wishes to help ease their emotional pain.
She's a friendly individual, always quick to smile and make idle conversation with those around her. Her cheer is contagious, and she always wears a smile for the sake of others. That's not to say Aolani hides her sadness. Instead she carries it with grace, somberly writing her feelings down and working towards easing the burden on her heart. She's one to talk things out with others, seeking to reach a compromise. Her temper is all but nonexistent now, and her anger is a rare sight.
Aolani meditates daily in the temples, praying to the gods in silence. This has given her a lot of time to contemplate and reflect on many things, and has given her a very peaceful and tranquil demeanor. She seeks peace in all things, and works diligently in her position as a priestess to attempt to bridge the gap between the gods.
History:
All Aolani has known is life is war. From the time she was born her mother was off leading armies as a high ranking general, leaving Aolani at home with her father and brothers. She grew up learning war tactics, learning of their history and that of the demons. While not always fun, it was a pleasant childhood. Her parents provided for her and her older brother, and the two got on famously. Wherever Pherae went, Aolani followed. The two were inseparable.
Aolani cannot remember the death of her mother very well. While not a child at the time, the news came swift and suddenly. She had been slain on the battlefield, and the family mourned. Soon after Pherae was old enough to join the army, and so he did, working his way up in ranks. This was a quick process, given his mother's teachings and her esteemed lineage made it a short trip to the top. Aolani waited with her father for Pherae to come home, and each time he did she begged him not to go. But as a general, he must, and he did. Soon Aolani was training to be a soldier as well, specializing in the shield and poleaxe.
She heard the news of her brother's passing while in training, and it broke her. Tumbling into a deep despair, she left the army and locked herself in her room. It was here that she began to contemplate the war and all it had cost her. Not only her, but both sides had suffered. Why? Why would the gods allow such needless suffering of their people? So she left her room and began to study, searching for answers. She found herself turning to the temple of Haliea, where she became a priestess. Soon after she became a priestess at the temple of Vaerath as well, traveling between the two in secret, hoping to mend the rift between the gods and ending the war.
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| Interview with a Vampire |
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Posted by: Kila - 07-19-2017, 08:58 PM - Forum: The Past
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<b>Thread Status:</b> Closed!
<b>Players involved:</b> Cass, Sparx
<b>Characters involved:</b> Kazu (Cass), Oliver (Sparx
<b>Setting:</b> Sleibte, in the City of Eden
<b>Time:</b> The evening, shortly after sunset, several months ago
<b>Weather:</b> Hot, but cooling off quickly, and very dry
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Kazu lived in the nicer part of the residential district, where the houses had sprawling estates and gardens instead of lawns. The exterior of his manor was well cared for, with nothing out of place. The stone walkways had just been replaced, the garden freshly watered, the flowers were perky and colorful--even the night blooming flowers were out in full force tonight, as if they knew their master had a very important meeting tonight. The pale stone that the manor was cut from seemed blue in the shadows, and the lights from indoors cast yellow beams to break apart the shadows.
The front porch was wide and sprawling, with chairs and tables seated outside for relaxing in the shade during midday. Columns lined the porch, giving the entire place a very open feel, and allowing the view of the fountain at the front of the garden to be unobstructed. Kazu rather liked it that way. It was stately and elegant, and he'd had a lot of time to devote to getting his estate just right, from each placement of the columns to the sphinx statues at the bottom of the stairs, guarding his home from ill intent. Even his front doors were grand--double doors with beautiful glass work and bronze knockers the had been cast in the shape of an eagle's head.
However, past these doors the manor was not kept so neatly.
It was grand, of course, with an open layout and more rooms than one man could possibly ever need, but this had also provided Kazu with more than enough room to store things from his travels. And store them he did. Some of the rooms lay stuffed with books, scrolls, and knickknacks that had gone untouched for centuries, while other rooms were clearly more lived in, with their contents spread out on table after table and piled up on top of each other. After an avalanche of books nearly crushed him, Kazu had decided it was high time for some help, and this brought him to what was perhaps one of the most important nights of his entire life.
He waited in the foyer, pacing on the polished marble floor, for his guest to arrive. He'd brought out all manner of foods for snacking, and even brought a fine bottle of wine up from the cellar for the occasion, but it still did little to soothe his nerves. Other candidates had come and gone, but the man found them unimpressive, to say the least. And he was beginning to lose faith that he would ever find someone capable of meeting his unique requirements.
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| Its an Ely |
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Posted by: Elyrxia - 07-19-2017, 06:51 PM - Forum: Introductions and Farewells
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Hey everyone. I know at least one other person on the site, Andromeda, from a previous site. I haven't been forum rping in a while due to stress at home and work. Its a pleasure to meet you all and I hope to maybe rp with you in the future!
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| Jenna |
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Posted by: Sparx - 07-18-2017, 06:17 PM - Forum: Character Profiles
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Character's Name: Jenna
Nicknames: Jen
Age: 36 (Adolescent)
Gender: Female
Species: Kelahati (Dog)
Abilities:
As a kelahati, Jenna has the ability to transform into a dog.
In her humanoid form, Jenna has heightened smell and hearing, but not as strong as her senses in her feral form.
In both forms, she gets along exceptionally well with most animals. She is capable of communicating perfectly with other canines. To some extent, she can communicate with other animals, but the more removed the species is from canids, the more difficult it is for her.
Appearance:
Humanoid.
Jenna is a small girl, even for her young age. At 5'2" and 105lbs, she is not physically intimidating. Contrary to her slim frame, Jenna is packed with some lean muscle, built from constantly being on the move, running and climbing. Her skin is on the fair side with some traces of freckling on her shoulders. Even in her humanoid form, Jenna retains the ears and tail of her dog form.
Jenna has ash blonde hair that extends about a third of the way down her back, usually kept in a messy ponytail. She likes to keep some of her chin-length bangs out and pushed to one side of her face. Large, bright green eyes sit above her smallish, somewhat pointy nose. In her mouth, Jenna has sharper teeth than a normal human, with long canine teeth.
For clothing, Jenna doesn't wear much. Her ensemble usually consists of a short tank top, baggy shorts, boots, and fingerless gloves. Most of her clothes are either ill made, poorly fitting, worn out, or all three. She also likes to wear bandanas around her neck.
Feral.
As a dog, Jenna takes a form similar to the Shikoku breed. She is a smaller medium-sized dog, weighing about 35lbs. While her ears and snout are pointed, most of her other features are very round, especially her face and eyes. Her tail is long and fluffy, curled up around her back. Long, thick fur makes up her coat, which is mostly a rusty red in color with dark browns and blacks sprinkled over the top parts on her body, and creams and whites along her muzzle and underside. She retains her green eyes and her bandanas in this form.
Personality:
Energetic. Jenna is a very lively girl who needs very little downtime. She is almost always on the move and enjoys being active in any way she can, especially if water is involved. Eager and adventurous, she loves to explore new places and meet new people. Not one to sit still for long periods at a time, Jenna can be very impatient or hasty, or begin to fidget if made to be patient.
Headstrong. Jenna can be stubborn and hot-headed. Once she has an idea in her head, it's hard to make her budge from it, and she won't give up on anything easily. She is also very vocal and adamant about what she believes in, and isn't afraid of picking fights based on this. Though, she will pick fights about smaller things too, if she thinks that someone is being offensive to her or her friends in some way.
Loyal. Friends are very important to Jenna, and she is quick to consider closer friends like family. She loves to be around friends and make new ones, and she will always try to be there for her friends and stand up for them. On her own, Jenna can get very lonely, so when she does make a friend, she can be a bit clingy towards them.
Adaptable. A useful trait for someone who travels a lot on her own, Jenna easily adapts to different sorts of situations, and isn't easily bothered by changes in plan, scenery, or pace. She is able to think quickly on her feet when she needs to and recovers quickly from being caught off guard.
Finally, Jenna isn't especially bright. Complicated subjects go right over her head, and it is difficult for her to consider most academic subjects. She isn't very self-aware about this, so it can be quite noticeable at times. To make up for this, she is fairly handy and creative, knowledgeable about survival and how to get on in the world.
History:
Jenna was born in a small beachside village in Xira, where she was raised as an only child by her parents. Unfortunately, she was orphaned in her early adolescence when her family fell ill and she was the only one to survive the condition. Since then, she has mostly taken care of herself and has taken to wandering the world in search of excitement and a purpose in life.
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| Yutaka Ukoto |
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Posted by: KokoPuffs - 07-18-2017, 05:03 PM - Forum: Character Profiles
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Character's Name:
Yutaka Ukoto
Nicknames:
Taka (family given)
Age:
782 (8 tails)
Gender:
Male
Species:
Kitsune
Abilities:
Illusions: Like any Kitsune, Yutaka is able to cast illusions, varying from small to larger scale. Some being unbelievably realistic and others not so much; the varying sense in realism depends on the scale and difficulty of the illusion itself.
Water Magic: Probably something he uses most often, though usually in very mundane ways. He had yet to use it to defend himself though that could always change somewhere down in the future.
Personality:
+Confident +Realiable +Loyal +Charming
-Assertive -Direct -Realistic -Hesitant
Taka enjoys trying to lead a very peaceful life, not one to cause any sort of conflict between him and others. He enjoys to keep to himself, when the man is busy of course; as it keeps his mind on one task at a time. That being said, he said take time to spend with his other brothers and those he can call his friends; always loyal to them and confident in everything he does. Yutaka likes to look at things in a more realistic way as he hates to get his or anyone's hopes up if the situation doesn't seem all that great in outcome. This does not make him unknowing of other's feelings, he just chooses to see things for what they actually are.
History:
Yutaka grew up the same way as either of his brothers did, under the loving care of their mother; a woman who would do anything for their children. Though he himself never wondered why the rest of their family seemingly didn't care for them, he did eventually find out why. He did harbor some annoyance towards it, but he grew to not care in the least either. It was better that way, for them to keep their distance. He was happy with it and happy with the family he had even if they weren't the pure blooded Kitsune's their family wanted.
As the years past and he grew, he gained more responsibilities in his life, taking care of the estate and run things as smoothly as possible. Things were simple at the time, that was until their mother had fallen ill and eventually passed on because of this. Though a shred of hope was in Taka that their beloved mother would pull through, it unfortunately wasn't enough and reality came crashing down. Their youngest brother, Hisashi, was the most torn by their mother's death; him being close to her more than they had been. Because of this he started to see less and less of his youngest brother; who seemed to grow more distance the older her became. Until he eventually left all together. Though he misses his brother from time to time, it was only a matter of time that he left; only wishing him the best on his own.
Yutaka continues to care for the estate, keeping it in the condition most suitable to keep it and the loving memory of their mother alive.
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| Kila's Table Requests! |
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Posted by: Kila - 07-17-2017, 08:15 PM - Forum: Table Testing
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I really enjoy making tables. They're relaxing, pretty, and a fun way to customize your posts!
Click here for examples of the tables I've made! They'll be done in this style, and I can customize everything from backgrounds to colors!
Just fill out this form to give me an idea of what you'd like c:
Character Name: Pretty self explanatory!
Character Personality: Tell me a bit about them in a few words!
Table Background: What sort of background do you want? Forest? Snow? Space? Abstract? Just let me know!
Don't be afraid to get specific or provide examples!
Code: [b]Character Name:[/b] Pretty self explanatory!
[b]Character Personality:[/b] Tell me a bit about them in a few words!
[b]Table Background:[/b] What sort of background do you want? Forest? Snow? Space? Abstract? Just let me know!
Don't be afraid to get specific or provide examples!
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| Var |
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Posted by: Kila - 07-17-2017, 04:49 PM - Forum: Character Profiles
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Var's character page
Character's Name:
Var the Immortal
Nicknames:
Var
Age:
Unknown, thought to be around one-thousand
Gender:
Male
Species:
Helvati/Kirkasta Hybrid
Abilities:
His size and strength already make him a formidable opponent. Var is a beast of muscle and power, with fangs and claws meant for ripping and tearing flesh apart. This alone, coupled with his immortality, makes him a terror on the battlefield.
As if this weren't enough, Var has the ability to breathe fire and melt into darkness. He has complete mastery over his flames, though he rarely uses this ability. When he gets irritated, Var is known for breathing out clouds of smoke through his nostrils. His magic may not be powerful, but it's enough to disorient his opponents.
Var has also gained the ability to see through Stitches second set of eyes, allowing him to keep in constant contact with his familiar.
Appearance:
The first thing one notices about Var is his height. He is the size of a large horse, standing at 6'0" at the shoulders. He is very well muscled, and his presence is one that cannot be ignored. His features are average, long narrow muzzle, sharp gleaming white teeth--though his ears are a little more pointed than those of his kin. Aside from his size, Var appears to be a normal wolf, but this is about where the similarities end.
Var's pelt is pitch black. A black so dark that it barely reflects light, giving him the appearance of a living shadow. Were it not for the gold markings on his limbs, chest, and hind leg, he would hardly be seen at all. These markings start on his face, blazing around his eyes and running down his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. He has three gold bars that run vertical down his chin, the first under his nose, and the second two a little farther back. Just past the corners of his mouth are two smaller golden dots, making his mouth appear wider when opened. On his shoulder blades are large yellow markings that follow the scapula, and from there smaller dots branch out, with one branch running down his side while the other runs down his from legs. There are two glowing golden bands on each of his legs, at the wrists and just below his ankles. There's a single gold stripe running down the sides of his tail. Var's marking glow brightly when he's agitated or feeling a strong emotion, though he can control how brightly they glow.
He is able to take on another form while in battle, thanks to his mother's blood. He wears a mask of bone, with long horns that extend backwards. The skull has long fangs, and looks quite menacing. His form appears to be that of pitch black fire, flickering in and out.
Personality:
Var comes across as rather abrasive. He's not the type to sugarcoat things, nor will he attempt to cushion any blows. His tongue is as sharp as his wit, and he rarely restrains himself. If he finds you to be an idiot, he will let you know in a heartbeat. He demands respect, and will not tolerate insubordination or treachery. He is, perhaps, a little militant, though not nearly as much as in his past. He is a natural leader, always striving to do what's right for his charges, even if the path is not always easy. Rough as he is on the outside, Var is not heartless. He is surprisingly compassionate, to the point where he can be seen as a softie by those who know him well. He cares about the well-being of his pack more than that of himself, often hunting and foregoing meals so his pack may eat.
He carries around a significant amount of pain and regret for his past actions. He will not deny that he is--or was--a monster. Var fully understands his past deeds, and knows he has caused pain to others. He has since reformed from his warring ways, but the fight has not quite left the wolf. No matter how hard he tries to shake his past, it always seems to catch up and bite him. His confidence has been shaken by this, and he often questions his actions. Though riddled with self-doubt, Var stays true to himself. He is a visionary, and his travels have shown him what true strength is.
Var will not kill unless left with no choice. He is a firm believer in second chances, though should one break his trust he will unleash his wrath upon them.
History:
Born to a Life Kirkasta and a Death Helvate, Var was not expected to be much in life. In fact, many wanted him dead. His mother's pack killed his siblings, but not before his mother was able to hide him. Just a babe, Var was defenseless, unable to see or hear. He was found on the outskirts of angel territory by a scout of the Plenty army. She took the pup in, and once he was strong enough, the scout began to train him, taking note of Var's exceptional abilities. He lived with her for many years, fighting at her side and doing everything with her. As he got older, Var's angel began to pray to the gods for her beloved companion, so that he may live along side her forever. It was unknown if her prayer was granted, as the pair soon departed for the battlefield to fend off invading Famine demons.
The battle was fierce and brutal. Var and his angel struck down many foes, but one errant blow from a Famine demon struck her down, severing her head from her body. The death of his angel broke something within Var, and he snapped, awakening the helvate blood inside him. He killed both demons and angels alike, and it wasn't until he suffered a fatal blow that he was stopped; or so he thought.
Var awoke on the battlefield, left to rot, but his wound had begun to heal. What should have killed him did not, and it was this way that Var learned that his angel's prayer had been granted. The gods had given him immortality, but at the cost of his angel. The cry he set free is said to have broken the heart of Cysnia, who granted him a familiar born of his own despair and suffering. Wrought with grief, Var fled the lands of his birth and traveled to the pack lands of the Enkratis pack. Here he found sanctuary, and due to his familiar he was welcomed into the pack. To this day, Var still avoids wandering too close to the angelic lands, fearing that someone may remember the bastard child who slaughtered his own allies. |
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Posted by: Achera - 07-16-2017, 06:13 PM - Forum: Character Profiles
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Character’s Name: Kali
Nicknames: N/A
Age: Unknown
Gender: Female
Species: Angel; (former light)
Relationships: Razor (master), Morion (mate)
Appearance:
In her human form, Kali has a light skin tone with a yellow undertone to give her a bit more warmth. Her hair a light blonde, nearly white that has a slight wave to it towards the bottom. It reaches down to around the small of her back with the ends giving a slight, fire-like appearance do to her energy needing to move. She’s small compared to most ‘human-like’ creatures standing at only 5’2. Her body is lean and toned for what does show of her body whenever she tries to manifest this form. Her clothes are typically made of energy and light as she doesn’t fully understand what clothes are and the reason to wear them. Instead, she opts for magical material because it is more comfortable to wear. Like her mate, she has reaitsu leaking out from her eyes as well as her hair; which gives it that fire-like appearance. Instead of his red, she leaks a bright, sky blue similar to her eye color.
In her gryphon form, she is extremely hard to look at. Her entire form is consumed in swirling bright white fire-like reaitsu that constantly moves. The form only looks like a gryphon, but waves of reaitsu flow off of her body constantly. Throughout the form, she has streaks of sky-blue as well as a light yellow through it. These markings are never the same, but making it harder to spot her because of her general appearance changing. The closest to being able to recognize her is the white, blue, and yellow color scheme.
Abilities:
She’s odd in the sense that she is made of spirit/magical energy. She has had years to practice her manipulation over it and thus it makes her a strong foe. Like her mate, she has lost a lot of abilities to compensate such as smell and taste. ‘Normal’ food that most would be able to eat and smell, she cannot. This means it is hard for her to track based off of those kinds of abilities. The closest is that her diet consists of sustaining herself off of magic. She tracks others by their magical ability and can tell how strong another is based off of their magical presence; even if it is suppressed. She is drawn in by this and will hunt prey by their magical ability. She can use her energy to blast it, reap magic, or use a mixture of light and fire for combat.
Personality:
The general way to explain her is that she is soulless. She expresses no emotions and has no empathy. The closest to showing any sort of emotion is when she is intrigued by a hunt to gain some ‘food.’ Kali prefers to be on her own, though the only company she will consider is her mate, Morion. She wants nothing more than to feed on the magical powers of others and will only be interested if you offer her something in return. Her only other enjoyment is causing chaos and torturing. It is one of the few reasons she gets along with Morion other than being the same creature.
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