<![CDATA[Antarsia - Waiting for Approval]]> https://www.antarsia-rpg.com/ Sat, 18 Apr 2026 06:50:15 +0000 MyBB <![CDATA[Alexander, Dragoon of the Sea]]> https://www.antarsia-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=5371 Mon, 25 May 2020 14:30:40 +0000 https://www.antarsia-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=5371
Character's Name: Alexander

Nicknames: Seahawk, The Great Blizzard, The Bloody Maelstrom

Titles: Dragoon

Age: 247
(Appears to be in mid-twenties.)

Gender: Male

Species: Human

Height: 6'4''

Weight: 210 lbs

Power Tier: Monster
(Power Tier explained here.)

Abilities:

Draconic Emulation: To become a Dragoon is to recreate yourself in the image of dragons. In doing so, the Dragoon becomes more than what they were, gaining traits reminiscent of dragon-kind. A Dragoon can match a dragon in strength, speed, and durability, potentially even surpassing them as they become stronger. Even their lifespan greatly lengthens, becoming longer the stronger they become, growing ever closer to that of a dragon's. Their very soul becomes that of a dragon's, and they become indistinguishable in all but physical form. Alexander, having become a Dragoon, is more akin to a dragon in a human form, rather than the full human he once was. As he has grown in strength, he has surpassed lower specimens of dragon-kind and is more than able to hold his own against most powerful beings that he faces, including the dragons that he emulates so fondly, as well as those even more powerful than they, however rare such creatures may be.

Draconic Rites: The ritual to become a Dragoon is a ritual of blood, and delves into the manipulation of such. Because of this experience, a Dragoon will always have at least passing knowledge of blood magic and its various rituals and uses, though many decide to delve no further into the practice. Alexander is one of those who sought to deepen this knowledge and has become an accomplished healer because of it, though his methods may differ from more accepted norms. He can use blood magic to replenish his flesh and blood, as well as that of others, and is capable of repairing faults that other arts of healing may not, being no stranger to recreating one's body and soul. He can also use blood magic to strengthen his body and weaponize his blood. He has a general knowledge of the various practices of blood magic and how to perform them, and, through his exposure, is capable of sensing things of or related to those practices, as if able to smell them.

Draconic Blessing: The ritual to make one a Dragoon requires blood, and not just one's own. The ritual requires the blood of a dragon, though Alexander has taken an unusual approach to this. One would usually use the blood of a flying dragon to become a Dragoon attuned with wind and fire, but Alexander instead used the blood of a sea serpent for his transformation, becoming attuned with wind and water. Like other Dragoons, Alexander's magical power is deeply connected to his physical power, enough so that each is tied together and progresses in tandem. At his current power, he can control the elements of wind and water as easily as he breathes, forming and shaping them to his will with a simple thought. Like any other Dragoon, his affinity for wind enables him to fly, jumping from breeze to breeze as if his body itself is a dragon's wing. His connection to water, however, runs much deeper, deeper than is normal for even Dragoons, though not unheard of.

One With Water: Alexander has a deep connection with the element of water, and has become water in a way that few can achieve. He's able to extinguish a mundane fire by being in its presence and simply willing it so, and his very presence seems to exude the force of an ocean's depths. Water has ceased to impede him in any way. He no longer sinks into water unless he wills it, allowing him to treat it as solid ground. Unlike solid ground, however, he cannot be hurt by falling into it. He cannot be crushed by the pressure of water and he can no longer drown. He can move within water much like a sea serpent, flawlessly and with speed few others could match. Even more uncommon among Dragoons, Alexander has evolved his affinity for water into an affinity for ice. That is, he has become so connected to water that he can call forth the merciless cold of an ocean's depths. He can form and shape ice as easily as he does wind and water, and he is exceptionally resistant to cold.

Martial Skill: Alexander is a force to be reckoned with, though the same could be said of any Dragoon. In becoming a Dragoon he gained the raw power of a dragon, and by honing his strength even further he surpassed even that. He has become strong enough that, should they know him, any intelligent dragon would fear his challenge, or at least respect it. He has long since ascended beyond his humanity and could slaughter dozens of human soldiers without pause. He has become afraid of very little, for though there exist beings that could match him in power, those that could easily exceed him are extremely far and few between, and though strong as he is on land or in air, he's even stronger underwater. He fights primarily using his affinity for water and ice, using his affinity for wind mostly for flight and maneuverability, or to control the area around him. He also often utilizes his ability to control his blood, and he's found that he can freeze it to become especially hard.

A Maelstrom Of Blood And Ice: On an average day, Alexander will fight by simply freezing and shattering everything around him, be it an enemy or the very terrain. Pushed further than this, he will resort to a much more developed style using sharpened flows of water and blades made from ice, and often switches between these. Water to ice and ice to water, he's capable of using these elemental affinities and his physical strength to tear apart those who'd challenge him, as well as everything around them, shattering even rock and steel should they get in his way. Though he's more than capable of fighting without water to aide him, as he can form his own, he can be considered more dangerous the more water is around him, as he can control it just as well. Though more rarely, he also uses his blood to fight, freezing and shaping it into various weapons, most often utilizing bladed tendrils or claws. He can even freeze his blood within himself and maintain it for a time.

Inventory:

Bound Armor: Dragoons wear armor, but not just any armor will suffice for those with the might of dragons. Made from pure iron, the armor of a Dragoon is then bonded to them, permanently, through a ritual not unlike that which made the Dragoon in the first place. The armor essentially becomes a piece of the Dragoon's own body, molding itself to their form and changing shape to best suit them, even repairing itself with their magic. So deep is this bond that a Dragoon can recall their armor into the depths of their soul, allowing them to stow it away at will. Bound to a Dragoon's soul as it is, the armor becomes an integral piece of their being. They can control it at will, reshaping it, and its strength is tied to their own, evolving past its limits just as they have. While it can cover a Dragoon's body perfectly, it doesn't impede any of their senses, nor can it suffocate them, though it will impede that which may harm them, be it an excess of light or poison within the air.

Bound Weapon: Much like their armor, a Dragoon's weapon is forged from pure iron before being bound to their very soul, allowing them to stow it away at will within themselves. It grows with its owner's strength, evolving past the natural limits of its materials just as they grow past the natural limits of their body. It shapes itself to their unconscious, becoming ideal to them in both function and design. It becomes an extension of them, and a Dragoon can wield their weapon as naturally as they can move their body. As if refusing the very idea of piercing their flesh, a Dragoon's weapon is so deeply bound to them that it cannot be used to harm them. As if clinging to its owner's body, their weapon will even resist being torn from their grip should they not will it so. A Dragoon's weapon is often used more as a catalyst for their various abilities, and by moving it they can use it as a guide to coax their spirit, enabling them greater control over their magic, both elemental and otherwise.

Appearance: Beneath his armor, Alexander could almost be mistaken for any other thug from the slums of some city. His body bears the scars of many petty confrontations, each just as shallow and meaningless as the last. Standing at over six feet tall with short, black, unkempt hair resting atop an angular face and a perpetual scowl, he looks like the kind of person one would avoid on the street, or at least be more cautious of their coin purse when around. His eyes, however, a piercing ice-blue, display a concentrated fierceness. His posture is unnervingly still, each muscle acting frozen when not in active use. More so than some mere thug, unnaturally dense muscle ripples just beneath his skin with every movement. He walks with an at ease professionalism not found among city lowlives, with a gait only found among seasoned fighters. Even more so than that, he walks as if he's afraid of nothing, more akin to the walk of a battle-hardened immortal than the walk of a soldier.

Personality: Though he has been elevated from his mediocrity, Alexander still carries some traits from a life spent in the streets. He's blunt at times, fairly intimidating, and tends to be irritable. Risen as he is, he no longer feels the need to prove anything to those he views beneath him in both strength and enlightenment. Even so, he still has a very low tolerance for stupidity, and won't shy from using intimidation to get his way, or from enforcing his will with might. Irritable as he can be, however, Alexander isn't rude for the sake of it. Should one show him the respect he believes he is due, he will at least be polite in return. He's cynical, untrusting, quick to anger, and hard to earn the respect of, but he will respect someone he believes deserves it, albeit reluctantly if he does not personally like them. One thing to note is that he has an interest in the strange and exotic, be it items or people, and takes especially kindly to that which is associated with water and the ocean.

History: Alexander was born to a pair of lowlives in the slums of Seliel, and spent all of his early life there. Raised by a community of muggers and petty thieves, he took what he needed to live, and often simply what he wanted. He, like every member of his community, learned to lay low and pick his targets carefully for fear of being beaten by one of the many magical races in the city that could easily best him. That was, however, until he was chosen by his mentor, plucked from the slums he called home and lifted onto a pedestal that few can reach. His mentor molded him into something more, taking him from Seliel to travel the world. He was taught that he was to be the turning point of their lineage, the redeemer, and it would be decades later that he truly understood what that meant. His mentor, having spent more than a thousand years refining their art and having passed it on, retired into the wilds in solitude, leaving Alexander alone to fulfill the destiny given him.]]>
Character's Name: Alexander

Nicknames: Seahawk, The Great Blizzard, The Bloody Maelstrom

Titles: Dragoon

Age: 247
(Appears to be in mid-twenties.)

Gender: Male

Species: Human

Height: 6'4''

Weight: 210 lbs

Power Tier: Monster
(Power Tier explained here.)

Abilities:

Draconic Emulation: To become a Dragoon is to recreate yourself in the image of dragons. In doing so, the Dragoon becomes more than what they were, gaining traits reminiscent of dragon-kind. A Dragoon can match a dragon in strength, speed, and durability, potentially even surpassing them as they become stronger. Even their lifespan greatly lengthens, becoming longer the stronger they become, growing ever closer to that of a dragon's. Their very soul becomes that of a dragon's, and they become indistinguishable in all but physical form. Alexander, having become a Dragoon, is more akin to a dragon in a human form, rather than the full human he once was. As he has grown in strength, he has surpassed lower specimens of dragon-kind and is more than able to hold his own against most powerful beings that he faces, including the dragons that he emulates so fondly, as well as those even more powerful than they, however rare such creatures may be.

Draconic Rites: The ritual to become a Dragoon is a ritual of blood, and delves into the manipulation of such. Because of this experience, a Dragoon will always have at least passing knowledge of blood magic and its various rituals and uses, though many decide to delve no further into the practice. Alexander is one of those who sought to deepen this knowledge and has become an accomplished healer because of it, though his methods may differ from more accepted norms. He can use blood magic to replenish his flesh and blood, as well as that of others, and is capable of repairing faults that other arts of healing may not, being no stranger to recreating one's body and soul. He can also use blood magic to strengthen his body and weaponize his blood. He has a general knowledge of the various practices of blood magic and how to perform them, and, through his exposure, is capable of sensing things of or related to those practices, as if able to smell them.

Draconic Blessing: The ritual to make one a Dragoon requires blood, and not just one's own. The ritual requires the blood of a dragon, though Alexander has taken an unusual approach to this. One would usually use the blood of a flying dragon to become a Dragoon attuned with wind and fire, but Alexander instead used the blood of a sea serpent for his transformation, becoming attuned with wind and water. Like other Dragoons, Alexander's magical power is deeply connected to his physical power, enough so that each is tied together and progresses in tandem. At his current power, he can control the elements of wind and water as easily as he breathes, forming and shaping them to his will with a simple thought. Like any other Dragoon, his affinity for wind enables him to fly, jumping from breeze to breeze as if his body itself is a dragon's wing. His connection to water, however, runs much deeper, deeper than is normal for even Dragoons, though not unheard of.

One With Water: Alexander has a deep connection with the element of water, and has become water in a way that few can achieve. He's able to extinguish a mundane fire by being in its presence and simply willing it so, and his very presence seems to exude the force of an ocean's depths. Water has ceased to impede him in any way. He no longer sinks into water unless he wills it, allowing him to treat it as solid ground. Unlike solid ground, however, he cannot be hurt by falling into it. He cannot be crushed by the pressure of water and he can no longer drown. He can move within water much like a sea serpent, flawlessly and with speed few others could match. Even more uncommon among Dragoons, Alexander has evolved his affinity for water into an affinity for ice. That is, he has become so connected to water that he can call forth the merciless cold of an ocean's depths. He can form and shape ice as easily as he does wind and water, and he is exceptionally resistant to cold.

Martial Skill: Alexander is a force to be reckoned with, though the same could be said of any Dragoon. In becoming a Dragoon he gained the raw power of a dragon, and by honing his strength even further he surpassed even that. He has become strong enough that, should they know him, any intelligent dragon would fear his challenge, or at least respect it. He has long since ascended beyond his humanity and could slaughter dozens of human soldiers without pause. He has become afraid of very little, for though there exist beings that could match him in power, those that could easily exceed him are extremely far and few between, and though strong as he is on land or in air, he's even stronger underwater. He fights primarily using his affinity for water and ice, using his affinity for wind mostly for flight and maneuverability, or to control the area around him. He also often utilizes his ability to control his blood, and he's found that he can freeze it to become especially hard.

A Maelstrom Of Blood And Ice: On an average day, Alexander will fight by simply freezing and shattering everything around him, be it an enemy or the very terrain. Pushed further than this, he will resort to a much more developed style using sharpened flows of water and blades made from ice, and often switches between these. Water to ice and ice to water, he's capable of using these elemental affinities and his physical strength to tear apart those who'd challenge him, as well as everything around them, shattering even rock and steel should they get in his way. Though he's more than capable of fighting without water to aide him, as he can form his own, he can be considered more dangerous the more water is around him, as he can control it just as well. Though more rarely, he also uses his blood to fight, freezing and shaping it into various weapons, most often utilizing bladed tendrils or claws. He can even freeze his blood within himself and maintain it for a time.

Inventory:

Bound Armor: Dragoons wear armor, but not just any armor will suffice for those with the might of dragons. Made from pure iron, the armor of a Dragoon is then bonded to them, permanently, through a ritual not unlike that which made the Dragoon in the first place. The armor essentially becomes a piece of the Dragoon's own body, molding itself to their form and changing shape to best suit them, even repairing itself with their magic. So deep is this bond that a Dragoon can recall their armor into the depths of their soul, allowing them to stow it away at will. Bound to a Dragoon's soul as it is, the armor becomes an integral piece of their being. They can control it at will, reshaping it, and its strength is tied to their own, evolving past its limits just as they have. While it can cover a Dragoon's body perfectly, it doesn't impede any of their senses, nor can it suffocate them, though it will impede that which may harm them, be it an excess of light or poison within the air.

Bound Weapon: Much like their armor, a Dragoon's weapon is forged from pure iron before being bound to their very soul, allowing them to stow it away at will within themselves. It grows with its owner's strength, evolving past the natural limits of its materials just as they grow past the natural limits of their body. It shapes itself to their unconscious, becoming ideal to them in both function and design. It becomes an extension of them, and a Dragoon can wield their weapon as naturally as they can move their body. As if refusing the very idea of piercing their flesh, a Dragoon's weapon is so deeply bound to them that it cannot be used to harm them. As if clinging to its owner's body, their weapon will even resist being torn from their grip should they not will it so. A Dragoon's weapon is often used more as a catalyst for their various abilities, and by moving it they can use it as a guide to coax their spirit, enabling them greater control over their magic, both elemental and otherwise.

Appearance: Beneath his armor, Alexander could almost be mistaken for any other thug from the slums of some city. His body bears the scars of many petty confrontations, each just as shallow and meaningless as the last. Standing at over six feet tall with short, black, unkempt hair resting atop an angular face and a perpetual scowl, he looks like the kind of person one would avoid on the street, or at least be more cautious of their coin purse when around. His eyes, however, a piercing ice-blue, display a concentrated fierceness. His posture is unnervingly still, each muscle acting frozen when not in active use. More so than some mere thug, unnaturally dense muscle ripples just beneath his skin with every movement. He walks with an at ease professionalism not found among city lowlives, with a gait only found among seasoned fighters. Even more so than that, he walks as if he's afraid of nothing, more akin to the walk of a battle-hardened immortal than the walk of a soldier.

Personality: Though he has been elevated from his mediocrity, Alexander still carries some traits from a life spent in the streets. He's blunt at times, fairly intimidating, and tends to be irritable. Risen as he is, he no longer feels the need to prove anything to those he views beneath him in both strength and enlightenment. Even so, he still has a very low tolerance for stupidity, and won't shy from using intimidation to get his way, or from enforcing his will with might. Irritable as he can be, however, Alexander isn't rude for the sake of it. Should one show him the respect he believes he is due, he will at least be polite in return. He's cynical, untrusting, quick to anger, and hard to earn the respect of, but he will respect someone he believes deserves it, albeit reluctantly if he does not personally like them. One thing to note is that he has an interest in the strange and exotic, be it items or people, and takes especially kindly to that which is associated with water and the ocean.

History: Alexander was born to a pair of lowlives in the slums of Seliel, and spent all of his early life there. Raised by a community of muggers and petty thieves, he took what he needed to live, and often simply what he wanted. He, like every member of his community, learned to lay low and pick his targets carefully for fear of being beaten by one of the many magical races in the city that could easily best him. That was, however, until he was chosen by his mentor, plucked from the slums he called home and lifted onto a pedestal that few can reach. His mentor molded him into something more, taking him from Seliel to travel the world. He was taught that he was to be the turning point of their lineage, the redeemer, and it would be decades later that he truly understood what that meant. His mentor, having spent more than a thousand years refining their art and having passed it on, retired into the wilds in solitude, leaving Alexander alone to fulfill the destiny given him.]]> <![CDATA[Anti Magus Golem 36D]]> https://www.antarsia-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=5368 Wed, 15 Apr 2020 16:04:25 +0000 https://www.antarsia-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=5368 Character's Name: Anti Magus Golem 36D

Nicknames: AMG, Vitka Eater

Age: ?

Gender: N/A

Species: Golem

Abilities: 
Durability: Made with an alloy of meteorite iron and depleted elemental stones, AMG is resistant to many forms of harm. This extends to the manner in which it is made, possessing redundant runes so that it can continue to operate even if most of its form has been destroyed.

Strength: AMG has physical strength greater than that of a human of the same size. It can expend stored vitka to achieve greater strength

Vitka Absorption: This model of golem seems to be able to devour Vitka at a rate that nullifies most forms of magic. If absorbing from a living target, this can be fatal however it must have direct contact with the target and the vitka from a target directly is more difficult to off-gas. It must off-gas the excess vitka. Should it absorb more than it can handle, it will shut down or even detonate. This off gassing process takes longer in vitka rich environments, while in environments where vitka is more scarce it is more efficient.

Artificial Healing: By using excess absorbed vitka, AMG can heal similar to most biological organisms, with similar restrictions.

Appearance: Made out of a lost alloy, it appears to be made out of a steel or iron though the metal appears to be lacking something. This sense of the color being wrong somehow becomes stronger the more magically adept or infused the observer is. It stands at 10 feet tall.

[Image: 20200415_113336_by_grca_dduwomu-fullview...5nMtvk9UcY]

Personality: It as made to guard against magic, it seeks to find a new ward to protect. When AMG finds a suitable ward, it show no regard for the life of any being other than its ward. This leads to it scarring off most of its wards as it tends to overreact.

History:  Manufacture location; Classified by the Magocracy 
           Directive 1: Obey the Creator [High Magos Karamazov]
                             Last order: "You there, start up and protect... *sounds of immolation*
            Directive 2: Ensure safety of charges
                            Charge 1: Galterla; Status Unkown
                            Charge 2: Error; Status Unkown
                            Charge 3: Prince Valtenous; Status Deceased
                            Charge 23: Unkown; Status Unkown
           Directive 3: Destroy the Hegemony of Bornous
           Directive 4: Collect intel on the Hegemony of Bornous
                            Last know location of Hegemony Capital "The Floating Garden"; over Ultier Sea]]> Character's Name: Anti Magus Golem 36D

Nicknames: AMG, Vitka Eater

Age: ?

Gender: N/A

Species: Golem

Abilities: 
Durability: Made with an alloy of meteorite iron and depleted elemental stones, AMG is resistant to many forms of harm. This extends to the manner in which it is made, possessing redundant runes so that it can continue to operate even if most of its form has been destroyed.

Strength: AMG has physical strength greater than that of a human of the same size. It can expend stored vitka to achieve greater strength

Vitka Absorption: This model of golem seems to be able to devour Vitka at a rate that nullifies most forms of magic. If absorbing from a living target, this can be fatal however it must have direct contact with the target and the vitka from a target directly is more difficult to off-gas. It must off-gas the excess vitka. Should it absorb more than it can handle, it will shut down or even detonate. This off gassing process takes longer in vitka rich environments, while in environments where vitka is more scarce it is more efficient.

Artificial Healing: By using excess absorbed vitka, AMG can heal similar to most biological organisms, with similar restrictions.

Appearance: Made out of a lost alloy, it appears to be made out of a steel or iron though the metal appears to be lacking something. This sense of the color being wrong somehow becomes stronger the more magically adept or infused the observer is. It stands at 10 feet tall.

[Image: 20200415_113336_by_grca_dduwomu-fullview...5nMtvk9UcY]

Personality: It as made to guard against magic, it seeks to find a new ward to protect. When AMG finds a suitable ward, it show no regard for the life of any being other than its ward. This leads to it scarring off most of its wards as it tends to overreact.

History:  Manufacture location; Classified by the Magocracy 
           Directive 1: Obey the Creator [High Magos Karamazov]
                             Last order: "You there, start up and protect... *sounds of immolation*
            Directive 2: Ensure safety of charges
                            Charge 1: Galterla; Status Unkown
                            Charge 2: Error; Status Unkown
                            Charge 3: Prince Valtenous; Status Deceased
                            Charge 23: Unkown; Status Unkown
           Directive 3: Destroy the Hegemony of Bornous
           Directive 4: Collect intel on the Hegemony of Bornous
                            Last know location of Hegemony Capital "The Floating Garden"; over Ultier Sea]]> <![CDATA[Edan]]> https://www.antarsia-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=5354 Wed, 19 Feb 2020 11:21:31 +0000 https://www.antarsia-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=5354




Character's Name:edan

Nicknames: none

Age: thousands of years(immortal)

Gender: male

Species: cross roads demon

Abilities: 
wish granting: the ability to grant wishes in exchange for a persons soul or magic artifact depending on his wants and needs however there are limits to what he can do such as not being able to do anything outside of reality like making a non existing animal

Hellfire: the ability to summon the flames of hell ineffective against someone using holy magic

Demonic magic: able to use inferal powers such as controlling lesser demons example hellhounds/necromancy along with any other dark powers associated with hell

Superhuman Strength: can lift heavy objects but not mountains and can be crushed by heavy objects if they out weigh him


Superhuman Endurance: can withstand most hits unless by a stronger being that can shatter his body in some way or form

Regeneration: edan can regenerate most things for example cut off his arm he will given time regrow that however fatal wounds still would kill him such as cutting off his head or stabbing him in the heart

Shapeshifting: can go between a human form or his preferred humanoid wolf form 
 



Appearance:in image

Personality: edan is a business man by nature and will charm you with a smile and pleasant attitude but in reality is a sadist who loves to twist his wishes to make others fail especially if they wish for more foul things however he reserves such punishment for the wicked and for someone wishing for something good will keep his promise never one to go back on his word.

History: wip]]>




Character's Name:edan

Nicknames: none

Age: thousands of years(immortal)

Gender: male

Species: cross roads demon

Abilities: 
wish granting: the ability to grant wishes in exchange for a persons soul or magic artifact depending on his wants and needs however there are limits to what he can do such as not being able to do anything outside of reality like making a non existing animal

Hellfire: the ability to summon the flames of hell ineffective against someone using holy magic

Demonic magic: able to use inferal powers such as controlling lesser demons example hellhounds/necromancy along with any other dark powers associated with hell

Superhuman Strength: can lift heavy objects but not mountains and can be crushed by heavy objects if they out weigh him


Superhuman Endurance: can withstand most hits unless by a stronger being that can shatter his body in some way or form

Regeneration: edan can regenerate most things for example cut off his arm he will given time regrow that however fatal wounds still would kill him such as cutting off his head or stabbing him in the heart

Shapeshifting: can go between a human form or his preferred humanoid wolf form 
 



Appearance:in image

Personality: edan is a business man by nature and will charm you with a smile and pleasant attitude but in reality is a sadist who loves to twist his wishes to make others fail especially if they wish for more foul things however he reserves such punishment for the wicked and for someone wishing for something good will keep his promise never one to go back on his word.

History: wip]]> <![CDATA[Luke]]> https://www.antarsia-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=5350 Sun, 26 Jan 2020 03:20:09 +0000 https://www.antarsia-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=5350
Character's Name:Luke

Nicknames: none

Age: 25

Gender:male

Species: half angel half human 

Abilities: 
Precognition: can have visions of the future but not all predictions are correct or make sense to him
Superhuman Strength: can lift heavy objects but not mountains and can be crushed by heavy objects if they out weigh him
Superhuman Speed: can outrun most people but will tire out if he overdoes it
Superhuman Agility: can doge most things that came at him as long as its in his view but if he can't or is attacked by the side he will be open to attack
Superhuman Endurance: can withstand most hits unless by a stronger being that can shatter his body in some way or form
Healing Factor: can recover from most injures unless he loses an arm or leg which will.be lost for good
Flight: can fly unless he loses his wings
Storm Caller

[He can summon storms of varying degrees as well as singular attributes of storms at his will. These storms don't form high in the sky, however. They originate from him. Literal storms roll off of him and rise into the air, either naturally or as a violent whirlwind pouring off of him. He can keep the storm to the ground, but its natural inclination is to rise. His storms do not instantly spread and just take over the skies, but rather grow the more he releases. He can't overtake miles and miles with storms, so they only take up the local area. The more area he takes up, the more effort it takes, logically. He also can't just make them dissipate at a whim. Once he's released storm, when he stops feeding it, it will dissipate on it's own, but with time as it follows its natural course. He may attempt to influence a strong storm to lessen it, but it can be incredibly difficult to redirect or change violent storms once they've taken on a nature of their own.

The aspects of storms that he can control are as varried as storms can be. Rain, hail, wind, thunder, lightning, fog, you name it. This, of course, has it's range of control and he can't just whip up these things for miles and miles either. He can, however, generate quite strong weather aspects. For example, he can create and control electricity like lightningbolts, but can't spot a person half a mile away and strike him down with a lightning bolt from the sky. He could, however, strike someone closer with a bolt from his hands or influence the storm to begin generating lightning on its own. The storm lightning wouldn't have precise aim though and would just do whatever would be natural to that storm.]
Appearance: in image

Personality: kind,social,adventurous.brave,goof,neutral

History: wip]]>
Character's Name:Luke

Nicknames: none

Age: 25

Gender:male

Species: half angel half human 

Abilities: 
Precognition: can have visions of the future but not all predictions are correct or make sense to him
Superhuman Strength: can lift heavy objects but not mountains and can be crushed by heavy objects if they out weigh him
Superhuman Speed: can outrun most people but will tire out if he overdoes it
Superhuman Agility: can doge most things that came at him as long as its in his view but if he can't or is attacked by the side he will be open to attack
Superhuman Endurance: can withstand most hits unless by a stronger being that can shatter his body in some way or form
Healing Factor: can recover from most injures unless he loses an arm or leg which will.be lost for good
Flight: can fly unless he loses his wings
Storm Caller

[He can summon storms of varying degrees as well as singular attributes of storms at his will. These storms don't form high in the sky, however. They originate from him. Literal storms roll off of him and rise into the air, either naturally or as a violent whirlwind pouring off of him. He can keep the storm to the ground, but its natural inclination is to rise. His storms do not instantly spread and just take over the skies, but rather grow the more he releases. He can't overtake miles and miles with storms, so they only take up the local area. The more area he takes up, the more effort it takes, logically. He also can't just make them dissipate at a whim. Once he's released storm, when he stops feeding it, it will dissipate on it's own, but with time as it follows its natural course. He may attempt to influence a strong storm to lessen it, but it can be incredibly difficult to redirect or change violent storms once they've taken on a nature of their own.

The aspects of storms that he can control are as varried as storms can be. Rain, hail, wind, thunder, lightning, fog, you name it. This, of course, has it's range of control and he can't just whip up these things for miles and miles either. He can, however, generate quite strong weather aspects. For example, he can create and control electricity like lightningbolts, but can't spot a person half a mile away and strike him down with a lightning bolt from the sky. He could, however, strike someone closer with a bolt from his hands or influence the storm to begin generating lightning on its own. The storm lightning wouldn't have precise aim though and would just do whatever would be natural to that storm.]
Appearance: in image

Personality: kind,social,adventurous.brave,goof,neutral

History: wip]]> <![CDATA[Dexter Scara(WIP)]]> https://www.antarsia-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=5346 Tue, 31 Dec 2019 06:12:31 +0000 https://www.antarsia-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=5346 [Image: 676457.png]
Character's Name: Dexter Scara

Nicknames: Dex

Age: 160

Gender: Nonbinary Transmale(They/Them or He/Him)

Species: Western Dragon/Anthro Wolf hybrid

Abilities: 
-Fire Breathing - Dexter's fire breath admits a blue flame.
-Levitation of small objects - Dexter is able to levitate objects smaller than a large sized dog.
- Magically intuned - Dexter shows potential to learn different kinds of magic over time.
-Dragon strength- Dexter is stronger than the average human, however lacks the true physical strength of a dragon.
- Dragon heritage- Dexter will show more dragon-like traits as he ages, and he also ages just as slowly as a dragon. However unlike a dragon, he is able to die from illness, blood loss or old age(over one thousand).

Appearance:
Dexter's appearance upon first glance is easy to see that their appearance gives off rather confusing glances from others. Most upon first sight unable to tell him from male to female. Dexter's body is rather chimera-like, possessing both soft scales and furs in some places. It is difficult to tell which areas are fur and which are scale unless one touches them closely. He does not look particularly muscular either, possessing slightly feminine curves around his hips. 
His coat is all around different shades of grey, with a large portion of his fur being a pale grey/off white color, to his darker shades being a normal grey, and dark grey markings. His ears are flopped down, similar to a dog's ears. His insides are a yellowish color while his eyes are a pale blue. He has mane styled as hair on his head, and his tail is fully fur. 
Dexter does not appear naked often, and is usually seen wearing various clothes of a higher class than he actually is. Dexter takes good care of his appearance, he is usually not seen without a pair of fancy clothing and his signature glasses.

Personality: 



History: 
Dexter was born a bastard. A child between a male dragon lord and a female wolf. Dexter was born biologically female. So when Dexter was presented to his grey scaled father hoping that he would assist his mother in her time of need, he denied her and told her to get rid of the child since she couldn't produce him a rightful heir, a son. Dexter was left behind in an orphanage far from his father's kingdom.

Dexter at an early age never really felt comfortable with being labeled as a female. Ever since he was able to speak he always told others that he was a male. Thankfully the more he grew, the more others began to become more accepting his label. Through out his life he struggled to look the way he wanted to look, masculine. He had little control of his life, even while he studied magic. Everyone around him pushed and pressured him to do so much and he aged slowly by a wolf's standards.

It wasn't until he was in his thirties and living as a librarian in a grand city where he began to discover his dragon-like heritage. The ability to breath fire came to him much by accident and to his surprise when he accidentally burnt a good portion of his clothing. Some spots of fur began to fall off and transform into scale plating and his muzzle shifted into one of a dragon.

This caught the attention of a grand magus nearby which saw the potential within him to perform great magical feats. Ever since, the orphan hybrid found himself studying under the magus and his order. Wanting to make a name of himself and discover who he is as his more dragon-like traits grow and develop within time.

Roleplay Sample: 
Adora held her hands tightly together. She was nervous, nervous at what she wanted to tell her. Adora knew that Catra has been hurt...hurt too much by the way they were raised and how Shadow Weaver abused and manipulated the both of them. Adora knew that what she was saying, what she wanted to tell her. It wasn't from anyone but herself. The hostility of her words. What she had told her, it hurt her more than any punch or lazer. It hurt her more than any wound big or small. 

Hearing her speak about Glimmer. That she was happy...there was a difference between looking happy and actually feeling happy. After all, how do you tell your best friend that you possibly have feelings for someone who tried to kill her multiple times? That you have difficulty sleeping at night without hearing her voice wishing you a good night? 

Adora's hands held together then relaxed as she took a deep breath. The anxiety she feels bubbling over. "I miss your voice, and the way you purred when you was happy." Adora began, trying to list off the things that she remembered about her. "I miss your eyes, and that little tail twitch you did when you thought you saw a mouse." Adora kept still in that chair, looking at her with her blue eyes. "While Glimmer may say that I am happy, she also trusts Shadow Weaver enough to let her walk around Brightmoon whenever she pleases. She even has her own garden where she makes her own tea in the morning and everything." Adora added, the anger and bile in her voice as she mentioned Shadow Weaver. "While Glimmer says I'm happy without you, she doesn't know the whole truth. While I am grateful for the new experiences Brightmoon gave me, there was one thing that I was missing more than anything...something that made me feel like I was at home, truly...you, Catra." Adora was spilling her heart out, her tone had changed to one of upset and sadness. "Do you, really still miss me after all of this time? I thought...you hated me, for what I've become."  
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Character's Name: Dexter Scara

Nicknames: Dex

Age: 160

Gender: Nonbinary Transmale(They/Them or He/Him)

Species: Western Dragon/Anthro Wolf hybrid

Abilities: 
-Fire Breathing - Dexter's fire breath admits a blue flame.
-Levitation of small objects - Dexter is able to levitate objects smaller than a large sized dog.
- Magically intuned - Dexter shows potential to learn different kinds of magic over time.
-Dragon strength- Dexter is stronger than the average human, however lacks the true physical strength of a dragon.
- Dragon heritage- Dexter will show more dragon-like traits as he ages, and he also ages just as slowly as a dragon. However unlike a dragon, he is able to die from illness, blood loss or old age(over one thousand).

Appearance:
Dexter's appearance upon first glance is easy to see that their appearance gives off rather confusing glances from others. Most upon first sight unable to tell him from male to female. Dexter's body is rather chimera-like, possessing both soft scales and furs in some places. It is difficult to tell which areas are fur and which are scale unless one touches them closely. He does not look particularly muscular either, possessing slightly feminine curves around his hips. 
His coat is all around different shades of grey, with a large portion of his fur being a pale grey/off white color, to his darker shades being a normal grey, and dark grey markings. His ears are flopped down, similar to a dog's ears. His insides are a yellowish color while his eyes are a pale blue. He has mane styled as hair on his head, and his tail is fully fur. 
Dexter does not appear naked often, and is usually seen wearing various clothes of a higher class than he actually is. Dexter takes good care of his appearance, he is usually not seen without a pair of fancy clothing and his signature glasses.

Personality: 



History: 
Dexter was born a bastard. A child between a male dragon lord and a female wolf. Dexter was born biologically female. So when Dexter was presented to his grey scaled father hoping that he would assist his mother in her time of need, he denied her and told her to get rid of the child since she couldn't produce him a rightful heir, a son. Dexter was left behind in an orphanage far from his father's kingdom.

Dexter at an early age never really felt comfortable with being labeled as a female. Ever since he was able to speak he always told others that he was a male. Thankfully the more he grew, the more others began to become more accepting his label. Through out his life he struggled to look the way he wanted to look, masculine. He had little control of his life, even while he studied magic. Everyone around him pushed and pressured him to do so much and he aged slowly by a wolf's standards.

It wasn't until he was in his thirties and living as a librarian in a grand city where he began to discover his dragon-like heritage. The ability to breath fire came to him much by accident and to his surprise when he accidentally burnt a good portion of his clothing. Some spots of fur began to fall off and transform into scale plating and his muzzle shifted into one of a dragon.

This caught the attention of a grand magus nearby which saw the potential within him to perform great magical feats. Ever since, the orphan hybrid found himself studying under the magus and his order. Wanting to make a name of himself and discover who he is as his more dragon-like traits grow and develop within time.

Roleplay Sample: 
Adora held her hands tightly together. She was nervous, nervous at what she wanted to tell her. Adora knew that Catra has been hurt...hurt too much by the way they were raised and how Shadow Weaver abused and manipulated the both of them. Adora knew that what she was saying, what she wanted to tell her. It wasn't from anyone but herself. The hostility of her words. What she had told her, it hurt her more than any punch or lazer. It hurt her more than any wound big or small. 

Hearing her speak about Glimmer. That she was happy...there was a difference between looking happy and actually feeling happy. After all, how do you tell your best friend that you possibly have feelings for someone who tried to kill her multiple times? That you have difficulty sleeping at night without hearing her voice wishing you a good night? 

Adora's hands held together then relaxed as she took a deep breath. The anxiety she feels bubbling over. "I miss your voice, and the way you purred when you was happy." Adora began, trying to list off the things that she remembered about her. "I miss your eyes, and that little tail twitch you did when you thought you saw a mouse." Adora kept still in that chair, looking at her with her blue eyes. "While Glimmer may say that I am happy, she also trusts Shadow Weaver enough to let her walk around Brightmoon whenever she pleases. She even has her own garden where she makes her own tea in the morning and everything." Adora added, the anger and bile in her voice as she mentioned Shadow Weaver. "While Glimmer says I'm happy without you, she doesn't know the whole truth. While I am grateful for the new experiences Brightmoon gave me, there was one thing that I was missing more than anything...something that made me feel like I was at home, truly...you, Catra." Adora was spilling her heart out, her tone had changed to one of upset and sadness. "Do you, really still miss me after all of this time? I thought...you hated me, for what I've become."  
]]> <![CDATA[Jeremaiah]]> https://www.antarsia-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=5345 Sat, 28 Dec 2019 08:13:29 +0000 https://www.antarsia-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=5345

Character's Name:Jeremaiah

Nicknames: (If Any)

Age: unknown

Gender: male

Species:dragon(ignore the wolf)

Abilities:  the flame which inflicts mass hysteria and mania, causing those who come in contact with it to attempt homicide, genocide-- to run and scream in terror, to witness horrible visions and hallucinations; to hear voices and be consumed by such insanity that they become a shell of who they used to be. this inferno blazes an intense pink hue.

Appearance:in image

Personality: happy, solitary




History: wip]]>

Character's Name:Jeremaiah

Nicknames: (If Any)

Age: unknown

Gender: male

Species:dragon(ignore the wolf)

Abilities:  the flame which inflicts mass hysteria and mania, causing those who come in contact with it to attempt homicide, genocide-- to run and scream in terror, to witness horrible visions and hallucinations; to hear voices and be consumed by such insanity that they become a shell of who they used to be. this inferno blazes an intense pink hue.

Appearance:in image

Personality: happy, solitary




History: wip]]> <![CDATA[Pherae Cloudbearer (WIP)]]> https://www.antarsia-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=5292 Sun, 12 May 2019 03:17:06 +0000 https://www.antarsia-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=5292 [Image: SKJab41.png]
Character's Name:
Pherae Cloudbearer

Nicknames:
Phae

Age:
4,180 (when he died)
4,530 (when resurrected)

Gender:
Male

Species:
Light angel / Eastern dragon hybrid

Abilities:
Elemental magics -

Dragon form -

Weapons finesse -

Personality:
Just -

Amiable -

Longing -

Playful -

Disciplined -

Anxious -

History:

Pherae was born to Pren and Aegis. Aegis was a high ranking general in the military, Pren was a scholar, and the two raised Pherae with a love of military tactics and learning. He was thirty when his little sister, Aolani, was born, and he was immediately thrown into big brother mode. As soon as she was old enough to walk, Pherae was taking Aolani on all manner of adventures, and he was very fond of showing off to her during his training sessions with their mother. Despite their age difference, the two were extremely close, and considered to be best friends by many.

Their mother was slain in battle when he and his sister were still fairly young. Pherae and his family mourned, but it wasn't long before he too joined the military and followed in his mother's footsteps. With his mother's teachings he was quick to rise up in rank, and was soon leaving to lead companies into battle, leaving Aolani and their father to wait for him at home. He urged his sister to continue her training, which started with their mother and continued under him. Every time he left, Aolani begged him not to go; but as a dedicated military man, he left.

And then he died.

The battle had been particularly fierce that day. Charlie, the young daughter of the prince of war, was on the field for the first time. She had a lot to prove and everything to lose, and Pherae wasn't going to make it easy. Many soldiers were lost that day, on both sides, and when it seemed everything would end the fighting picked up once again. Charlie threw herself into battle, poised to take out a great number of angels in her wake. Pherae rushed out to meet her in order to buy his troops more time. Their battle was ferocious, and came to a bloody end when Charlie drive a blade into Pherae and ripped the pearl out of his very throat. He bled out as he thrashed for his life, though he managed to take out several demons in the process; though Charlie survived.

The haze of death is a mystery to him. He wandered the land of the dead, a shell of his former self, searching for something he didn't even know.

For three-hundred and fifty years he wandered, until a tear in the veil opened and he stumbled through. He returned to his body, which was scarred and broken, missing the golden rings around his wings and body. But worse still is that he awoke with no memory of who he is or where he came from.
]]> [Image: SKJab41.png]
Character's Name:
Pherae Cloudbearer

Nicknames:
Phae

Age:
4,180 (when he died)
4,530 (when resurrected)

Gender:
Male

Species:
Light angel / Eastern dragon hybrid

Abilities:
Elemental magics -

Dragon form -

Weapons finesse -

Personality:
Just -

Amiable -

Longing -

Playful -

Disciplined -

Anxious -

History:

Pherae was born to Pren and Aegis. Aegis was a high ranking general in the military, Pren was a scholar, and the two raised Pherae with a love of military tactics and learning. He was thirty when his little sister, Aolani, was born, and he was immediately thrown into big brother mode. As soon as she was old enough to walk, Pherae was taking Aolani on all manner of adventures, and he was very fond of showing off to her during his training sessions with their mother. Despite their age difference, the two were extremely close, and considered to be best friends by many.

Their mother was slain in battle when he and his sister were still fairly young. Pherae and his family mourned, but it wasn't long before he too joined the military and followed in his mother's footsteps. With his mother's teachings he was quick to rise up in rank, and was soon leaving to lead companies into battle, leaving Aolani and their father to wait for him at home. He urged his sister to continue her training, which started with their mother and continued under him. Every time he left, Aolani begged him not to go; but as a dedicated military man, he left.

And then he died.

The battle had been particularly fierce that day. Charlie, the young daughter of the prince of war, was on the field for the first time. She had a lot to prove and everything to lose, and Pherae wasn't going to make it easy. Many soldiers were lost that day, on both sides, and when it seemed everything would end the fighting picked up once again. Charlie threw herself into battle, poised to take out a great number of angels in her wake. Pherae rushed out to meet her in order to buy his troops more time. Their battle was ferocious, and came to a bloody end when Charlie drive a blade into Pherae and ripped the pearl out of his very throat. He bled out as he thrashed for his life, though he managed to take out several demons in the process; though Charlie survived.

The haze of death is a mystery to him. He wandered the land of the dead, a shell of his former self, searching for something he didn't even know.

For three-hundred and fifty years he wandered, until a tear in the veil opened and he stumbled through. He returned to his body, which was scarred and broken, missing the golden rings around his wings and body. But worse still is that he awoke with no memory of who he is or where he came from.
]]> <![CDATA[Vaenatori (WIP)]]> https://www.antarsia-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=5291 Sun, 12 May 2019 01:43:43 +0000 https://www.antarsia-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=5291 [Image: ATUhOgJ.jpg]
Character's Name:

Vaenatori

Nicknames:

Vae, Tori, Vaena

Age:

478

Gender:

Male

Species:

Dragon

Abilities:


Personality:

Vain -

Arrogant -

Sleazy -

Charming -

Manwhore -

Social -

Driven -

History:



]]> [Image: ATUhOgJ.jpg]
Character's Name:

Vaenatori

Nicknames:

Vae, Tori, Vaena

Age:

478

Gender:

Male

Species:

Dragon

Abilities:


Personality:

Vain -

Arrogant -

Sleazy -

Charming -

Manwhore -

Social -

Driven -

History:



]]> <![CDATA[Hajra Myrahel (WIP)]]> https://www.antarsia-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=1331 Wed, 22 Aug 2018 03:11:21 +0000 https://www.antarsia-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=1331 Character's Name: Hajra Myrahel
Nicknames: Monarch of Many Teeth, Serpent of Kidwe, Hajra the Usurper, Champion of Londe
Age: 274
Gender: Female
Species: Tume Elf
Abilities:
Arcane Magic - Summoning: Hajra can call beings of other dimensions to do her bidding. This magic requires a large amount of preparation, and must be performed perfectly to work. Each creature is summoned by a specific sigil, chant, and use of magic. Summoning a creature requires knowledge of that creature’s Summoning spell, or trying random patterns until a creature appears. Once a being is summoned, it must be bound, though binding spells are often worked into the Summoning spell for greater safety. Binding spells must contain greater power than the creature they are binding, and so more powerful beings are often summoned by multiple sorcerers (however, the creature is usually bound to only one). Once bound, the creature can be called into service at any time, or even remain by the caster’s side.
Summoned creatures are always fully bestial in one form and mostly human in the other, although all of their forms will retain some mark of their true nature. Some summoned creatures, called familiars, can also shapeshift into a variety of smaller animals. These creatures are not very powerful, but they help their summoner to see magic and spirits and often act as messengers. Hajra’s familiar Thostramor is a spiky reptile about the size of a dog, resembling a mix between a dragon and a toad in his true form. In every form, he retains a forked tongue.
Arcane Magic - Portals: Hajra can create small portals that lead into a personal pocket dimension. The pocket dimension is airless, so she cannot stay there long, but she can use it to store precious items and to transport herself from place to place. She cannot create portals directly from one place on Antarsia to another, but she can make a portal into her pocket dimension and a portal out of her pocket dimension to any location on Antarsia. Creating these portals is relatively simple, requiring only a short chant. Because the pocket dimension is airless, Hajra also enchants small sticks to open the portal when broken by her hands, when she has the intention of opening the portal. This keeps the sticks from opening a portal when they or stolen, or when one snaps by accident.
Shapeshifting: Hajra has the ability to shapeshift into a black mamba snake with a silver underside.
Knives: Hajra is skilled at wielding knives, whether they be throwing knives or short, bladed weapons like daggers.
Appearance: A tall and willowy woman with dark, nearly black skin and her black tresses separated into dreadlocks. Stern silver eyes peer out from over prominent cheekbones, a flat yet slightly hooked nose pointing downward to a sharp chin.  Her lithe frame is covered with compact muscles and thin scars silvered with age. Silver jewelry covers her, twining around her hair, hanging from her long ears, and piercing her nose. Often she can be seen wearing a crown of teeth taken from the creatures she has defeated, and her clothing consists of many complex layers of exquisite dark cloth.
Personality: Hajra is as prideful as many Tume are, flaunting her status with titles and trophies. She is also a kind woman, generous with those in need and helpful to those that ask for her aid. Hajra is ambitious but not rash. She is an intelligent woman who excels in strategy and statesmanship. But she is also reclusive, and prone to lies, unwilling to trust even those closest to her. While she is affectionate in the short term, she lacks in long term loyalty.
History: Hajra was born to merchant parents in the city of Londe and soon attracted attention. She was a shapeshifter, but more than that, her animal form was the kind of shape also taken by the royal family. Her infamy grew as she did, and at adulthood she found herself recruited by a revolutionary sect as a convenient figurehead. She soon became more than just the face of the operation. Hajra overthrew the current royals in a bloody coup with the help of magic and displeased citizens. Now she is head of the Tume house of elves, albeit with many political enemies and a long way to go.
Roleplay Sample: Hajra grinned a bloody smile at her sparring partner. “So now do you think I am still fit to be Head, after this all is done?”
The man shook his head and laughed. “If you kill the current one, I’ll hand you the crown myself!”
“As if I wouldn’t just take it,” she said, chuckling. Alkerin would make a good right hand, when the time came. She told him so, and he gave her the feral grin he usually reserved for battle. That was good. They had a battle to fight.
The royal spire was heavily guarded, but that matters little when most of the guards are on your side. It was all to easy to slay the few remaining loyalists. For one, an arrow to the eye. The next, a knife to the neck. The closer to the royal chambers, the more skilled and loyal the guards, but even they fell before the sheer mass of the rebellion and the prowess of its front line. Hajra headed the lot, a hulking, summoned beast obedient at her side.
At last there was the Head. His eyes flashed wide as they broke down the doors, his hands out as he cast dark spells. But it was to no avail, as one of Hajra’s throwing knives embedded itself in his chest. She strolled over, ripped the knife out, and slashed his throat for good measure. Alkerin, winking, handed her the crown. Hajra donned it and sat, clicking her nails against the arms of her throne. The revolutionarys bowed, smiling bloody smiles.]]> Character's Name: Hajra Myrahel
Nicknames: Monarch of Many Teeth, Serpent of Kidwe, Hajra the Usurper, Champion of Londe
Age: 274
Gender: Female
Species: Tume Elf
Abilities:
Arcane Magic - Summoning: Hajra can call beings of other dimensions to do her bidding. This magic requires a large amount of preparation, and must be performed perfectly to work. Each creature is summoned by a specific sigil, chant, and use of magic. Summoning a creature requires knowledge of that creature’s Summoning spell, or trying random patterns until a creature appears. Once a being is summoned, it must be bound, though binding spells are often worked into the Summoning spell for greater safety. Binding spells must contain greater power than the creature they are binding, and so more powerful beings are often summoned by multiple sorcerers (however, the creature is usually bound to only one). Once bound, the creature can be called into service at any time, or even remain by the caster’s side.
Summoned creatures are always fully bestial in one form and mostly human in the other, although all of their forms will retain some mark of their true nature. Some summoned creatures, called familiars, can also shapeshift into a variety of smaller animals. These creatures are not very powerful, but they help their summoner to see magic and spirits and often act as messengers. Hajra’s familiar Thostramor is a spiky reptile about the size of a dog, resembling a mix between a dragon and a toad in his true form. In every form, he retains a forked tongue.
Arcane Magic - Portals: Hajra can create small portals that lead into a personal pocket dimension. The pocket dimension is airless, so she cannot stay there long, but she can use it to store precious items and to transport herself from place to place. She cannot create portals directly from one place on Antarsia to another, but she can make a portal into her pocket dimension and a portal out of her pocket dimension to any location on Antarsia. Creating these portals is relatively simple, requiring only a short chant. Because the pocket dimension is airless, Hajra also enchants small sticks to open the portal when broken by her hands, when she has the intention of opening the portal. This keeps the sticks from opening a portal when they or stolen, or when one snaps by accident.
Shapeshifting: Hajra has the ability to shapeshift into a black mamba snake with a silver underside.
Knives: Hajra is skilled at wielding knives, whether they be throwing knives or short, bladed weapons like daggers.
Appearance: A tall and willowy woman with dark, nearly black skin and her black tresses separated into dreadlocks. Stern silver eyes peer out from over prominent cheekbones, a flat yet slightly hooked nose pointing downward to a sharp chin.  Her lithe frame is covered with compact muscles and thin scars silvered with age. Silver jewelry covers her, twining around her hair, hanging from her long ears, and piercing her nose. Often she can be seen wearing a crown of teeth taken from the creatures she has defeated, and her clothing consists of many complex layers of exquisite dark cloth.
Personality: Hajra is as prideful as many Tume are, flaunting her status with titles and trophies. She is also a kind woman, generous with those in need and helpful to those that ask for her aid. Hajra is ambitious but not rash. She is an intelligent woman who excels in strategy and statesmanship. But she is also reclusive, and prone to lies, unwilling to trust even those closest to her. While she is affectionate in the short term, she lacks in long term loyalty.
History: Hajra was born to merchant parents in the city of Londe and soon attracted attention. She was a shapeshifter, but more than that, her animal form was the kind of shape also taken by the royal family. Her infamy grew as she did, and at adulthood she found herself recruited by a revolutionary sect as a convenient figurehead. She soon became more than just the face of the operation. Hajra overthrew the current royals in a bloody coup with the help of magic and displeased citizens. Now she is head of the Tume house of elves, albeit with many political enemies and a long way to go.
Roleplay Sample: Hajra grinned a bloody smile at her sparring partner. “So now do you think I am still fit to be Head, after this all is done?”
The man shook his head and laughed. “If you kill the current one, I’ll hand you the crown myself!”
“As if I wouldn’t just take it,” she said, chuckling. Alkerin would make a good right hand, when the time came. She told him so, and he gave her the feral grin he usually reserved for battle. That was good. They had a battle to fight.
The royal spire was heavily guarded, but that matters little when most of the guards are on your side. It was all to easy to slay the few remaining loyalists. For one, an arrow to the eye. The next, a knife to the neck. The closer to the royal chambers, the more skilled and loyal the guards, but even they fell before the sheer mass of the rebellion and the prowess of its front line. Hajra headed the lot, a hulking, summoned beast obedient at her side.
At last there was the Head. His eyes flashed wide as they broke down the doors, his hands out as he cast dark spells. But it was to no avail, as one of Hajra’s throwing knives embedded itself in his chest. She strolled over, ripped the knife out, and slashed his throat for good measure. Alkerin, winking, handed her the crown. Hajra donned it and sat, clicking her nails against the arms of her throne. The revolutionarys bowed, smiling bloody smiles.]]> <![CDATA[Bringing People back to Life]]> https://www.antarsia-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=1195 Fri, 30 Mar 2018 00:49:16 +0000 https://www.antarsia-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=1195 Three Oracles have died, all of them originating from Life herself. Rifts have begun to open as the Vikta from those three have begun to flow out into the open. The circle normally upheld by the balance of life and death, broken, unhinged by a force not even the dark gods could have foreseen.

These rifts that opened were created by the unusual surge of Vitka that had been channeled by one force. A force that remains unnamed, and unknown even to the gods. They set out to do the impossible. And that has been accomplished, the dead are rising from all across the world, and from all timespans. Soldiers that died in battle, mothers that died in childbirth, even children from starvation all have begun to rise. Their bodies restored by the gift of flowing Vikta from the deceased Life oracles.

Note for this section of the plot each member is allowed to bring back one free character. It can be someone related to a current character of yours or one that has nothing to do with anything and just someone you want to get involved with. These characters may not exactly remember how they died. Please fill out the form below so staff know which of these characters are free and do not need a purchase from the shop. If you want to bring back more than one, then you must pay the 9,500 Gold fee to buy the Life’s Tear for any additional ones after the first.

**Note: If you had a character die as a plot point you are allowed two free. One for the character you let us kill, and one free. To redeem the second, staff must have approved using the character for a plot point first.

Only real rule: You are not allowed to use this to create a first generation without specific staff permission. Staff doesn’t really want to see first generations on the site as they were known to be too powerful as the gods’ original creation.

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]]> Three Oracles have died, all of them originating from Life herself. Rifts have begun to open as the Vikta from those three have begun to flow out into the open. The circle normally upheld by the balance of life and death, broken, unhinged by a force not even the dark gods could have foreseen.

These rifts that opened were created by the unusual surge of Vitka that had been channeled by one force. A force that remains unnamed, and unknown even to the gods. They set out to do the impossible. And that has been accomplished, the dead are rising from all across the world, and from all timespans. Soldiers that died in battle, mothers that died in childbirth, even children from starvation all have begun to rise. Their bodies restored by the gift of flowing Vikta from the deceased Life oracles.

Note for this section of the plot each member is allowed to bring back one free character. It can be someone related to a current character of yours or one that has nothing to do with anything and just someone you want to get involved with. These characters may not exactly remember how they died. Please fill out the form below so staff know which of these characters are free and do not need a purchase from the shop. If you want to bring back more than one, then you must pay the 9,500 Gold fee to buy the Life’s Tear for any additional ones after the first.

**Note: If you had a character die as a plot point you are allowed two free. One for the character you let us kill, and one free. To redeem the second, staff must have approved using the character for a plot point first.

Only real rule: You are not allowed to use this to create a first generation without specific staff permission. Staff doesn’t really want to see first generations on the site as they were known to be too powerful as the gods’ original creation.

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]]> <![CDATA[Dasdiri [WIP]]]> https://www.antarsia-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=1043 Tue, 16 Jan 2018 05:20:01 +0000 https://www.antarsia-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=1043 Character's Name:Dasdiri Blackhand

Nicknames: Diri/Dee

Age: 25

Gender: Female

Species: Conquest Demon

Abilities:
Frost magic: Diri can only claim aptitude of magic relating to cold and ice. Mainly she can cause ice to form along walls or the ground in a small area outward from herself to potentially freeze people or objects down, or alternatively form short blades for use as daggers should she be without other weappnry.

The fist: Diri’s slightly larger left hand has thicker, tougher skin and stronger nails than her other, and the entire arm’s muscle is more dense than her right. What this means in practice is that she can deliver a nasty left hook or rake an opponent’s flesh, or defensively use her forearm to “catch” lighter weapons if there is nothing else she can do to mitigate the blow.

Combat potency (or lack thereof?): As far as demons go, Diri is rather weak. She lacks intimate knowledge of blades or any weapon in particular. So in a head on fight she might be wanting for experience but if the enemy is unsuspecting, whether it be by stealth or convincing a body that she means no harm she can put her anatomy knowledge to use in mere moments

Appearance: Diri‘s normal form has many visible markers of her race, be it the pitch black horns atop her head or her long, Y tipped tail. Along with these immediately noticeable features comes her ghostly pale skin, which is accented in some areas by purple markings.

Her face is naturally somewhat round or oblong, with full enough cheeks to give off a “cute” vibe if she isn’t making an effort to look otherwise. She has eyes with slit-like pupils bordered by red, and full lips. Depending on how the light hits it her hair can seem black or purple.

in terms of shape Diri is of a short and lean build, standing at 5’1 before her horns are factored in.

Personality:

History: (If requested or needed to explain the power behind a character).

Roleplay Sample:

Just an old trick really.]]> Character's Name:Dasdiri Blackhand

Nicknames: Diri/Dee

Age: 25

Gender: Female

Species: Conquest Demon

Abilities:
Frost magic: Diri can only claim aptitude of magic relating to cold and ice. Mainly she can cause ice to form along walls or the ground in a small area outward from herself to potentially freeze people or objects down, or alternatively form short blades for use as daggers should she be without other weappnry.

The fist: Diri’s slightly larger left hand has thicker, tougher skin and stronger nails than her other, and the entire arm’s muscle is more dense than her right. What this means in practice is that she can deliver a nasty left hook or rake an opponent’s flesh, or defensively use her forearm to “catch” lighter weapons if there is nothing else she can do to mitigate the blow.

Combat potency (or lack thereof?): As far as demons go, Diri is rather weak. She lacks intimate knowledge of blades or any weapon in particular. So in a head on fight she might be wanting for experience but if the enemy is unsuspecting, whether it be by stealth or convincing a body that she means no harm she can put her anatomy knowledge to use in mere moments

Appearance: Diri‘s normal form has many visible markers of her race, be it the pitch black horns atop her head or her long, Y tipped tail. Along with these immediately noticeable features comes her ghostly pale skin, which is accented in some areas by purple markings.

Her face is naturally somewhat round or oblong, with full enough cheeks to give off a “cute” vibe if she isn’t making an effort to look otherwise. She has eyes with slit-like pupils bordered by red, and full lips. Depending on how the light hits it her hair can seem black or purple.

in terms of shape Diri is of a short and lean build, standing at 5’1 before her horns are factored in.

Personality:

History: (If requested or needed to explain the power behind a character).

Roleplay Sample:

Just an old trick really.]]> <![CDATA[Fizzlepocket [WIP]]]> https://www.antarsia-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=898 Wed, 13 Dec 2017 19:58:10 +0000 https://www.antarsia-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=898 [Image: vRgPuGR.jpg]
〖Fizzlepocket〗

Character's Name: Fizzlepocket

Nicknames: Fizzy

Age: 31 (Thirty-one)

Gender: Female

Occupation: Overlord In-training

Species: Eryn Gnome

Face Claim: Lunalu from Granblue Fantasy. Art: x, x, x, x

Abilities:
  • Necromancy [Nature Magic]:

  • Stealth: Fizzy isn't trained in the art of stealth per se. However attempting to find a two foot tall Gnome at night isn't the easiest task in the world.

Appearance: Fizzy despite standing at a proud two foot, one inch is dwarfed by most creatures. Her statue is broad and thick albeit chubby. Fizzy's lack of muscle tone is a testament to her magical pursuit and lethargic nature. Fizzy's flowing locks continue past her wide hips stopping a few inches from the ground. Complimenting Fizzy's dark hair are her dull dark eyes. She wears a white eyepatch over her functional right eye to make herself appear more domineering. Because what's scarier than a warlord with an eyepatch? Nothing.

Fizzy's ears are pointed and thick akin to the Elves that share the same land. Ears and statue aren't the only thing Fizzy takes from the small Gnomes. She has a oval face, reminiscent of a child due to the longevity and slow aging of the fabled Lesser Elves.

Personality: Fizzy the diminutive overlord demands everyone's attention. Fizzy aspires to be the 'best overlord in the whole universe'. While her skills may not be up for the task her haughty attitude is. Noncompliance with Fizzy's wishes will end with her foes rueing the day for all eternity. Although in reality Fizzy will play petty pranks on her enemies to ensure she will have the last laugh. 

History: (If requested or needed to explain the power behind a character)

Roleplay Sample: Only do this on your first character application!]]> [Image: vRgPuGR.jpg]
〖Fizzlepocket〗

Character's Name: Fizzlepocket

Nicknames: Fizzy

Age: 31 (Thirty-one)

Gender: Female

Occupation: Overlord In-training

Species: Eryn Gnome

Face Claim: Lunalu from Granblue Fantasy. Art: x, x, x, x

Abilities:
  • Necromancy [Nature Magic]:

  • Stealth: Fizzy isn't trained in the art of stealth per se. However attempting to find a two foot tall Gnome at night isn't the easiest task in the world.

Appearance: Fizzy despite standing at a proud two foot, one inch is dwarfed by most creatures. Her statue is broad and thick albeit chubby. Fizzy's lack of muscle tone is a testament to her magical pursuit and lethargic nature. Fizzy's flowing locks continue past her wide hips stopping a few inches from the ground. Complimenting Fizzy's dark hair are her dull dark eyes. She wears a white eyepatch over her functional right eye to make herself appear more domineering. Because what's scarier than a warlord with an eyepatch? Nothing.

Fizzy's ears are pointed and thick akin to the Elves that share the same land. Ears and statue aren't the only thing Fizzy takes from the small Gnomes. She has a oval face, reminiscent of a child due to the longevity and slow aging of the fabled Lesser Elves.

Personality: Fizzy the diminutive overlord demands everyone's attention. Fizzy aspires to be the 'best overlord in the whole universe'. While her skills may not be up for the task her haughty attitude is. Noncompliance with Fizzy's wishes will end with her foes rueing the day for all eternity. Although in reality Fizzy will play petty pranks on her enemies to ensure she will have the last laugh. 

History: (If requested or needed to explain the power behind a character)

Roleplay Sample: Only do this on your first character application!]]> <![CDATA[Dagon (WIP)]]> https://www.antarsia-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=832 Sun, 15 Oct 2017 00:57:04 +0000 https://www.antarsia-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=832 Character's Name: Dagon

Nicknames: N/A

Age: 2,165

Gender: Masculine

Species: Spirit Elemental

Abilities:
  • Elemental Magic Mastery of Fire, Air, Water, Earth, Light, Darkness, Pure spirit energy, sub-elements, and combinations. He favors the more offensive elements such as fire, lightning, darkness, and wind; although he is quite skilled at the more supplemental, elements as well. His skill with these is such to a degree that he can often control these with mere instinct. The magnitude of his power is great enough that he can cause violent lightning storms, massive tornados, floods, and blizzards. This; however, is obviously draining and takes a huge amount of concentration. His true mastery shines in his subtly and fine control over each element not just individually, but together at the same time.
  • Magic Absorption: As a spirit elemental, Dagon must feed. He can absorb any kind of magic. His favorite being raw magic itself. He can absorb magic from items, areas, or other beings. He has been known to seek out powerful magic users to feast on their magic for an extended period of time, keeping them alive as he slowly drains away every last drop of sweet delicious raw magic. Only showing mercy to those whom he thinks can teach him different types of magic or offer him something of significant value.
Appearance:

Personality:

History: (If requested or needed to explain the power behind a character)

Roleplay Sample: Only do this on your first character application!]]> Character's Name: Dagon

Nicknames: N/A

Age: 2,165

Gender: Masculine

Species: Spirit Elemental

Abilities:
  • Elemental Magic Mastery of Fire, Air, Water, Earth, Light, Darkness, Pure spirit energy, sub-elements, and combinations. He favors the more offensive elements such as fire, lightning, darkness, and wind; although he is quite skilled at the more supplemental, elements as well. His skill with these is such to a degree that he can often control these with mere instinct. The magnitude of his power is great enough that he can cause violent lightning storms, massive tornados, floods, and blizzards. This; however, is obviously draining and takes a huge amount of concentration. His true mastery shines in his subtly and fine control over each element not just individually, but together at the same time.
  • Magic Absorption: As a spirit elemental, Dagon must feed. He can absorb any kind of magic. His favorite being raw magic itself. He can absorb magic from items, areas, or other beings. He has been known to seek out powerful magic users to feast on their magic for an extended period of time, keeping them alive as he slowly drains away every last drop of sweet delicious raw magic. Only showing mercy to those whom he thinks can teach him different types of magic or offer him something of significant value.
Appearance:

Personality:

History: (If requested or needed to explain the power behind a character)

Roleplay Sample: Only do this on your first character application!]]> <![CDATA[Characters Needing Approval]]> https://www.antarsia-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=67 Tue, 03 Jan 2017 21:50:40 +0000 https://www.antarsia-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=67 ]]> ]]> <![CDATA[Character Form!]]> https://www.antarsia-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=2 Tue, 27 Dec 2016 04:19:46 +0000 https://www.antarsia-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=2
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[b]Appearance:[/b]

[b]Personality:[/b]

[b]History:[/b] (If requested or needed to explain the power behind a character)

[b]Roleplay Sample[/b]: Only do this on your first character application!
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[b]Appearance:[/b]

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1. All rules of the site and roleplay still apply here.

2. On the subject of last names:
  • Last names can be awarded to a character by an important entity, such as a God, Oracle, or Royal through a special ceremony
  • Last names can be inherited through family
  • A character may give themselves or make up a last name, but it is unofficial and will not be truly recognized
  • For most others, their last name is simply [father's name]son or they do not possess a last name.
3. Do not create a Mary Sue character; that is, your character cannot be absolutely perfect. Everyone has a weakness of some sort, and we wish to reflect that here.

4. Your character may not have abilities that allow them to godmod or powerplay over others. 

5. You may not create a God, Oracle, or Royal unless you have applied for and been accepted into a plot position. If you create one of these beings, your app will be rejected.

6. When posting a character app, please use the template we have provided in the Guidebook and in the character creation thread. You may add anything you want to to this form, but you may not take anything out of this form. Without it, we cannot approve your character!

7. If you host your character pages somewhere else, you still need to make a thread here, but all you need to do in your thread is link your character page. Please make sure your character page contains all the same information as that of the on-forums character application, and a mod will hop over to check it out as soon as possible!

Otherwise, go wild! We love to see what you can come up with! Be as creative and original as you want, and have lots of fun!]]>
1. All rules of the site and roleplay still apply here.

2. On the subject of last names:
  • Last names can be awarded to a character by an important entity, such as a God, Oracle, or Royal through a special ceremony
  • Last names can be inherited through family
  • A character may give themselves or make up a last name, but it is unofficial and will not be truly recognized
  • For most others, their last name is simply [father's name]son or they do not possess a last name.
3. Do not create a Mary Sue character; that is, your character cannot be absolutely perfect. Everyone has a weakness of some sort, and we wish to reflect that here.

4. Your character may not have abilities that allow them to godmod or powerplay over others. 

5. You may not create a God, Oracle, or Royal unless you have applied for and been accepted into a plot position. If you create one of these beings, your app will be rejected.

6. When posting a character app, please use the template we have provided in the Guidebook and in the character creation thread. You may add anything you want to to this form, but you may not take anything out of this form. Without it, we cannot approve your character!

7. If you host your character pages somewhere else, you still need to make a thread here, but all you need to do in your thread is link your character page. Please make sure your character page contains all the same information as that of the on-forums character application, and a mod will hop over to check it out as soon as possible!

Otherwise, go wild! We love to see what you can come up with! Be as creative and original as you want, and have lots of fun!]]>