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53,402 | 1,456 | 26 | 2,396 | 104 | Atlas didn't know what she expected when it came to helping a group of strangers do some heavy lifting. It was slow, and generally pretty terrible. Not to mention the awkwardness that she is when it came to coming up with small talk. Although she wasn't much of a conversationalist to begin with, especially when doing hard labor. All and all, it sucked, but the money was definitely worth it.
Glad for that whole ordeal to be over with, Atlas and Rykiar were back in their room at the inn, both relaxing in their beds. From what she could tell, her Neth friend was asleep, and she did manage to get a nap in, she couldn't fall back into dreamland. It did feel nice to do a good deed, but it wasn't like they had all the time in the world. Now they had to rest up and get a moving on to their next lead. For all they knew, if they didn't interact with that group and that darn wurm, they could have found what they were looking for.
The cow got out of bed, though her muscles protested at the action. She headed downstairs, tjinking of grabbing a bite to eat with their excess money and to perhaps get some intel. Atlas sat down at the bar, ordering a meal and drink. As she waited for her food, sipping at a glass of mead, she couldn't help but listen in strangers like she had earlier. It was a bit later so a new crowd found their way inside the inn. A particular patron that caught the Tothum's interest was an elderly Lah'na lady who was rather upset.
"I had gone to the cemetery earlier to visit my dear husband, Catticus," She paused to sniffle into a handkerchief, "Only to find him standing over his own grave!"
"How could that be possible?" Ask the older woman's friend, who had shared Atlas' confusion. Perhaps he faked his own death?
"No! It was terrible! It was one of those heathens!" She hissed in absolute disgust. "It was a dastardly Necromancer! There were tons of them, rising up quicker than my kittens when it was breakfast time!"
"Is that Necromancer still there, Mrs. Whiskers? How'd you get out without him sending his undead after you?" Asked her friend in almost disbelief.
"Why I hightailed it out of there as quick as my old bones could take me! Last I hear, he's run out anyone and everyone who try to visit their loved ones. Truly despicable I tell you what."
And that was it, that's all Atlas needed to hear. Ironically good news for her. She quickly at her meal, paid the innkeeper, and headed upstairs in record time. She shoved Rykiar roughly, waking him in the process.
"Rude. Can't a get sleep? We did a lot work today."
"C'mon, we both know I did all the work today. Anyway, a lady downstairs mentioned a necromancer over in a nearby cemetery," Atlas explained rather rushed, most likely wanting to catch the suspected dead riser before he left and did whatever those in the dark arts do. Probably slaughter a village.
"It could be the guy, who knows where the hell he could be. Alright, let's go." | Name: Atlas Bentpine.
Race:
Tothum.
Gender:
Female.
Age:
23.
Additional Info
Personality:
Atlas' main trait would be apathetic. That goes for her looks, others’ looks, things going around her, or just in general. As handy as this could be for saving your feelings from getting hurt, it doesn't help when she has to make choices. Usually, she's a go with the flow type of gal, but this can be a pain when she's given options. Especially about her future, where her indecisiveness makes it hard for her to even have the slightest idea on what she wants to do.
Matched with her uncaring attitude is her laziness. It takes a lot of convincing to get her to do something. Your best bet to get her to do something would be offering her something food related. But even then, she's pretty reluctant to do something that she doesn't want to. Most of the time, she prefers dozing in the shade for a couple hours. If something requires hard labor, you can most certainly count her out despite that being one of the only things she's really good at.
She is passive towards people, not wanting to be on sides other than her own. Atlas isn’t much of a people’s person, and can be a bit uncomfortable when around people for long periods of time. Given her reclusiveness, she can be rather socially awkward, so she doesn’t talk much as she has no idea what to say most of the time. Sh
Something that must be pointed out would be that although she doesn't care about most things, she does indeed care about the well being of others over herself. Following the stereotypical gentle giant, she likes to watch out for others, which explains her companionship with her little Neth friend, Rykiar.
Appearance:
Atlas, being rightfully named, is quite tall and has an almost intimidating size. Being from the chilly Toth region, one must put a bit of bulk on, which explains her being on the more heavier side. She appears more akin to that of a bull rather than possessing more of a feminine figure of most lady Tothum. This doesn't bother her, however, despite often being mistaken for a male. With snow comes thick fur, her own being a shaggy blue-gray, aside from her whiskered snout and stomach which are a lighter gray.
Being a Tothum, Atlas has dark gray hooves, perfect for not losing your toes to frostbite up north. Along with her hooves are a pair of horns, usually kept short and rounded off when her transformation magic isn't in play. Noticeably, above her warm brown eyes are thick eyebrow markings, giving her a rather angry appearance.
As for clothes, she tends to keep it simple. She wears a parka like top over a plain tunic as well a pair of short pants that cut off at her haunches. Atlas tends to dress rather lightly due to her heavy fur that makes her overheat easily.
Height:
7'3 ft.
Weight:
250 lbs.
Fight related
Magic:
Transformation.
Class:
Wanderlusty Nomad
Weapons/Items:
Has a knapsack she carries with her that has supplies like food, basic medicinal herbs, and most likely a few of Rykiar's belongings.
Strengths:
-Good at being on the defensive, be it taking a beating, or protecting others, she can stand being in the front lines and having others hide behind her as she takes the blunt of the attack.
-Pretty strong, be it for fighting or carrying something heavy, she's the one to go to.
Weaknesses:
-Is on the slow side, no thanks to her laziness or even her large size. This also includes in battle, as she takes her time making attacks, often waiting for the perfect time, but it could be a mistake on her part and not being quick enough.
-She’s also rather easily tired, usually after using her magic abilities enough exhausts her and is down for the count.
-Her attitude and carefree ways can hinder her to not care in dire situations, or even make her own choices that may not be necessarily right.
-Overheats easily, and is often sluggish in warmer weather. Fire elemental magic is a big no-no for her.
Techniques:
Atlas heavily relies on her transformation magic, using it to overpower her enemy, or mostly just to flee. She will alter her body whatever it calls for the situation, such as:
Tougher skin/scaly plates for defense
Sharp claws/fangs/horns
Wings
Growth in size and strength
But as mentioned, all these alterations, especially when combined, will tucker her out pretty easily. As a result, Atlas will only really use magic when the moment calls for it.
Flavor:
Theme Song:
Come on you hermit, you never fight back |
53,403 | 1,456 | 27 | 732 | 8,842 | Niles yawned sleepily, she still hadn't fully woken up from the nap she'd taken after 'helping' with the wurm. Mostly she'd just pretended to help and gotten a few coins out of it, so overall it had been rather fruitful. But her hears still perked up at the sound of a necromancer. Dead people tended to be buried with things. Necormancer's tended to take those things in addition to the valuables of whoever they killed. In other words he probably had a bunch of shiny things with him and Niles loved taking shiny things. Unfortunately when she'd gone out to help with the wurm the coyote had slipped away from her and now she had no idea where he was. Now more interested in this necromancer Niles gulped down a drink, the rush of alcohol and the burning sensation with it fully waking her up and tossed a few coins to the barkeep, who snatched them up with nimble fingers. "Let's go find ourselves a necro." Niles said cheerily and waltzed outside of the bar. The cementary hm? Shouldn't be too tough to sneak into, after all they weren't exactly built for keeping people out. And they usually did an even worse job of keeping people in when necromancers were about. | "Beer's on me! Well really on you, but I'm holding the coin purse."
Name
Niles
Nickname/Alias
-I prefer Nile
-Pest
-Rodent
-****
Race
Neth: Rat
Gender
Female
Age
19
Personality
Nile is a care-free spirit, more interested in having fun then responsibilities. Seriousness is like a plague, it just drains your strength and is a bunch of trouble. You don't deserve to laugh at someone else if you can't laugh at yourself a little. Still, if you manage to find something Nile has taken a stand on, don't expect her to back down. Some might accuse her of being frivolous and naive, they'd be dead wrong. It's not like Nile is an assassin beneath that happy face of hers but she knows the rough and tumble of life.
Appearance
Much like shown, though remove the boiling flask and make the robes a little more baggy and covering. The hood covers her ears and masks her face while pulled up. The color of her fur is similar to tan lines, the parts more protected from the sun and covered by clothing are more white, well the other exposed hairs and turned brown.
Height:
4 feet 8 inches and not getting much taller.
Weight:
100 pounds-ish
Magic:
Illusion
Class:
Trickster
Weapons/Items
-Small knife, good for cutting meat.
-Small knife, also good for cutting meat.
-Small knife, you know you can never have too many meat cutting knives.
-Several more small knives.
-Small bottle of poiso- seasoning. For meat. It makes sure it doesn't move for a while. Yeah...
-Small lute, good for making money.
Strengths
Musician
Nile is a natural hand at playing instruments and her music is surprisingly enthralling, even without a little magic to make things more exciting.
Expert Novice
Nile can't create an army out of thin air, but she's very experience with the little magic's she does know how to do. Full on invisibility is a little out of her reach, but she can spit out smaller cantrips like a woodchuck. Can chuck wood. If a woodchuck could chuck wood. But she can't chuck wood because she's not a woodchuck that can chuck wood. You get the idea.
Quick Hands
Nile has fingers that only a musician can boast of. Long, nimble, strong, perfect for plucking strings, tossing a knife, or pocketing some cash thrown at her. Don't be surprised if they move faster than you can keep up with.
Weaknesses
Gimp
Nile's right arm is a bit smaller than her other one and is good for little more than making obscene gestures and holding small objects.
Troublemaker
While Nile has a very good danger sense, or perhaps because of that, she has a tendency to get into trouble. Whether its a particular rowdy song, a snide remark too many, Nile has a way of making things worse.
Smol
Neth are just naturally smaller than other races and Nile is no exception. She would never win an arm-wrestling contest with a Tothum or be able to bust down a solid oak door. Nile has many strengths, but none of them are in her strength.
Techniques
Ooooh fighting. Yeah, Nile tends to avoid that. If she had to Nile would rely on using her illusion magic to distract her opponent long enough to stab them or run away. Maybe both. Call it "Stab and Run"?
Theme Song
Possible TBA |
53,404 | 1,456 | 28 | 1,448 | 3,925 | Everyone seemed to want to make haste towards the forest, and who was I to disagree with them? The moment I took a step in the forest, however, illusions sprung into place, and I couldn't really tell what was what, save for my teammates, who, thanks to the illusions, looked like a giant, walking mushroom, and a monster-sized pumpkin. I couldn't help but laugh at the weirdness of these illusions, and continued onward in the now extremely bright forest. "Must be the illusions that keep this place bright, huh? 'Cause otherwise, this place'd be as dark as a cave with that full of a canopy," I commented as mushrooms started walking around. One of them even seemed to be dancing. I was almost convinced that these weren't enemies until I felt something bite into my left arm! "Shoot! We got enemies, and I can't even tell what they are, either!" I ended up shouting to my team. I then flew up, that is, after eventually prying my arm from the teeth of... whatever the heck just bit me, and I tried my best to throw a javelin at one of the enemy mushroom trio. Thankfully, it was easy to tell which mushrooms were enemies, as their caps were mostly red, while the one on my team's cap was mostly yellow... however, the illusions made it difficult to see where the ACTUAL enemy was, right now, so, my javelin, as well as my spell ended up just hitting the dirt, despite piercing right through the mushroom illusion... whatever it was, it wasn't in that spot, I guess. Another of the mushrooms tried to do something to the pumpkin... and I didn't know who THAT was, either... the third one seemed to be conjuring something... maybe it was charging a breath weapon, or maybe the thing was casting a spell... of course, monsters don't usually cast spells, so, if that's what it was doing, I could only assume that one was a demon. | Thorvald Greyfeather
Nickname/Alias:
Lightning rod
Race:
Shael, falcon
Gender:
Male
Age:
30
Additional Info
Personality:
Some people have called him naive, childish, and even immature... just as well, as he's usually in a very cheery mood, and is also optimistic, always trying to find the good in every situation. That being said, he's not stupid, and won't trust, say, a monster or a demon just because they said that they're good. He absolutely loves adventure, and just generally being out of the towns and cities of the world. No matter what the challenge on an adventure, Thorvald will face it with... the closest thing to a smile that a birdman can have. While he does love adventure, he actively avoids caves, just due to the low ceiling... of course, if he's traveling with allies who want to go into the cave, he'll go with them, just because he doesn't like the idea of having to ditch allies, even temporary ones. During the few moments where he's in town, it's usually just to sell any useless magical items, or to get rid of any extra weight he's carrying. He's oddly determined when he's facing monsters or other such evil beings, and even tries to scope out weak spots in an enemy's armor, despite him still smiling while doing so.
He enjoys the company of other adventurers, though, he usually doesn't stick around with one group for very long, and while he starts off considering them allies... if he sees them harming other civilized races, stealing, or doing anything involving exploiting others, Thorvald will viciously attack them, and try to have them arrested. He will never kill a member of a civilized race, as he feels that even the most deranged, evil people can be rehabilitated, they can become better people... at least, so he thinks. When he's not adventuring, or taking one of his rare breaks from doing so, he can usually be found in some pub somewhere, chatting someone's ear off about one of his recent adventures, and, much to the disdain of the barkeep, never ordering any drink other than cold, plain water. He is kind enough, however, to give the barkeep money if the water ends up being free, as, in some places, it is. He'll tell them that it's not payment for his drink, but rather, for the conversation.
Appearance:
Unlike what his last name might suggest, Thorvald has mostly white and brown feathers, with only a few grey feathers. He's somewhat short, even for his species, and always wears that same blue outfit for no real reason. However, he doesn't wear the helmet in the picture, nor does he ever wear shoes. His beak and talons are a bright yellow color, and his eyes are blue.
Height:
4'2"
Weight:
80lbs
Fight related
Magic:
Elementalism; lightning.
Class:
Dragoon
Weapons/Items:
An iron spear, a short bow, a quiver with 30 arrows, a bag with 12 javelins, his leather armor, and clothes.
Strengths:
Strong Flier: He has always been much faster and more agile in the sky, and his wings are strong enough to keep him in the air for a long time.
Lightning Resistance: He's been zapped by his own lightning magic that, not only has he gotten the nickname 'lightning rod', but he's become resistant to lightning as a whole.
Spear Thrower: With his training, Thorvald's become really good at throwing his javelins, as well as, on occasion, his actual spear, and can throw these objects pretty far, and pretty quickly.
Weaknesses:
Slow on the ground: He's... kinda slow and sluggish on the ground, and it's notable that he can't even run while on the ground.
Hates the cold: His feathers aren't exactly meant for protection from the cold, and just as well, he hates it. He may even land if the cold air is too unbearable in the sky... he's also weak to ice-based magic as a result.
Stormtrooper Aim: However... he's horrible at using his shortbow, and while it's got more distance than his spear or javelins, he can't aim the thing worth beans. If you gave him a chance, he might even actually miss the broad side of a barn.
Techniques:
Thorvald typically relies on his wings, and ability to fly. His techniques revolve around him throwing his spear, or one of his javelins at the enemy, and then casting a lightning spell on the weapon after it's stuck in the enemy's flesh. He has also been known to swoop down on the enemy and attack more directly... though, even when he does that, he always tries to cast a lightning spell. Rarely, when the enemy doesn't notice his presence, he'll toss his spear directly downwards (if the enemy is directly below him), and fold in his wings to fall with it, just to shove the thing in even further. He will zap the spear after landing on his enemy in this case. |
53,405 | 1,456 | 29 | 775 | 1,183 | Erion moved forwards and fallowed his team into the enchanted forest... only to see the people around him change forms, specifically a large yellow fur ball and... a large radish. He frown at this. Illusions.... that was rather annoying to say the least. Erion moved forwards, but my eyes lit up slightly as I used my necromancy magic. Instead, he was concentrating on the souls of my partners, to be sure that he would recognize them. One good thing about necromancy was that if you concentrated, you could see things a bit better, for example, right now he was seeing a soul that had a blue coloring to it, and another with a yellow coloring. At least... that what he was seeing. Other necromancers might see things differently, depending on how strong they were at the art. As he moved, he then saw 2 new... souls, but as he looked normally at them, he saw a big carrot and a giant piece of.... mutton? Well, those were weird illusions. Just then, the blue soul that was the radish was attacked by the mutton piece, only for it to throw something use a spell, but miss the strike. In Erion side, he moved forwards towards one of the souls, and then carefully did a quick cut at the thing, my eyes lit up as I hear a groan of pain as well as seeing the thing rush at him. He quickly moved back before it had the chance to strike at him, trying to concentrate so that his strikes would be true.
"Careful guys. Those things are using illusions to fool us. Don't use on your eyes only, use your other senses here. Smell might be a good one." he then says. One of the souls... which looked like a fairy right now, started to talk.
"Hey! Listen! Those creatures are dangerous! Be careful!" the thing said. Deep down, Erion had the feeling about.... facepalming.. but he didn't know why. | Name: Erion ‘Letendre’ Silverwind.
Nickname/Alias:
“Well… Some people that shun me cause of my magic call me Erion Foulwind… most just call me Erion when they get to know me.”
Race:
Vulpine, to be specific a white fox anthro
Gender:
Male
Age:
28
Additional Info
Personality:
“How to describe myself… I am usually calm and philosophical. The vision of evil, thinking about what the true meaning of good and evil. That kind of stuff. Also, I don’t really trust people that much, even anyone that would be related to me, cause of my past. Never know what someone would be behind their normal attitude, what kind of secret they keep from others. I usually think fast when it is needed.
I dislike going to hurt people for nothing. I am not the kind of person to just go and start a fight cause of opinions and such. Sure, I will defend myself, and possibly kill if it is needed, but you won’t see me attacking travellers for nothing on the road.
Although there is some things that will make me dislike someone. Laziness is one of those things. Someone that just stays there and doesn’t work, that let others do what he is supposed to do. This annoys me a lot. Another thing would be greed, specifically the type that makes you abuse of others.
Even though I am usually calm, it happens sometimes that things get…. Out of hand that I lose that calmness. But most people told me that my bark was louder than my bite… that is until I got my blade out and ready for battle…
One last thing I should note about myself…. Some people did end up… complaining about me talking to myself sometimes. That would be cause of some spirits that decided to keep fallowing me around after what I did in the past. Sure…. They do help me in battle when I need them, but sometimes it is just plain annoying.”
He stops for a moment, and then look to the side.
“You really think I will tell them about what happen to me in the past? Geez... You know how long that would take. No thank you.”
Appearance:
One thing to note with the image above is that on his sword arm, he has a scar on his hand and a small one over the top of his left eye.
Height:
5.6 feet
Weight:
126 lbs
Fight related
Magic:
Necromancy, although more specialised in the soul aspect then the rising the dead aspect.
Class:
“Well… this is a hard one… I think the term Soulblade would fit here”
Weapons/Items:
A longsword
A set of leather armor
Strengths:
-Quick senses and movement: He is quite fast in his reaction times, able to move out of the way of attacks that comes towards him.
-He is very dexterous with his sword, able to exploit weak spots.
Weaknesses:
- Low resistance to physical attacks. Sure, he is able to take some hits, but he’s not hulk, he isn’t resistant. A good powerful hit in the chest that he doesn’t see coming can knock him out. He also refuses to wear heavy armor, preferring to be able to move quicker more than taking hits.
- Physically, he is not that strong. He is more specialised in the balance between his magic and his sword technique.
Techniques:
He is a fighter that relies more at dexterous strikes more than brute strength. He relies more in the combination of spirit energy and pin point strikes to do his damage against his opponents, aiming a lot of time towards area’s to disarm or weaken ones abilities. He also uses accurate spirit blast when in a distance to weaken his opponents before going for his sword strikes. He uses his quick senses to react in fights, by either parrying strikes or dodge them
Flavor:
Theme Song: |
53,406 | 1,456 | 30 | 982 | 1,162 | Stepping inside the woodland, the lion was instantly assaulted by illusions that played tricks on his mind, and it seemed like he wasn't the only one. He couldn't really tell what he was to either Erion or Thorvald, let alone determine who was who right now. He rubbed his eyes and blinked more than once, it was almost as if every time he did so, the two kept on changing form, he began to question if venturing the depths of the forest would be really worth it. For now it seems that the fox and eagle were a gigantic shrub with berries growing off of it and an egg with wings, at the very least they were identifiable, but who knows how long before the forest starts to cloud both their vision and minds once more? Trying to stay vigilant, the leonine man trudged forward with the two deeper into the forest.
Eventually, it wasn't all harmless mirages, Ymahr heard Thorvald cry out in pain and immediately he drew spear and attempted to charge at the enemy but the question is, who was the enemy right now? The woodland began to delude them once more, changing the forms of all of them. Earlier he had a grasp that Erion was a shrub and Thorvald was an egg but now that was thrown out the door as now he was seeing a gigantic flower, a red-capped mushroom and an urn, shaking his head he hesitantly pointed his weapon at the three, who was he supposed to strike though? Erion, or rather a disembodied voice of his, began to speak up and said something about using one's other senses and to subdue their opponents. Grinning, the lion began to take a good whiff of his surroundings, and while his eyes were playing their tricks again, his nose was not and he could smell a distinct odor that seemed out-of-place and he began to thrust at one of the red-capped mushrooms, stabbing it in the torso before instantly retreating back to his original place to cast a barrier around himself and Erion, Thorvald was out of reach so he might have to fend for himself for a small while. The lion has a feeling that these mushrooms may not be mushrooms at all, even with all the illusions the forest was chucking at them. | "I seek strength to protect, not to kill."
Basics
Name:
Ymahr Shir.
Race:
Lah'na, a Lion specifically.
Gender:
Male.
Age:
33.
Additional Info
Personality:
At first glance, many would think that this feline is nothing but a cold brute without any goals, simply wandering for eternity. And while that may be partly true, Ymahr tends not to heed the whispers of strangers and let it get to him, for they are free to say what they want, so as long as they do not intrude in his mission. While definitely no has-been, he feels out of touch with many youths and adolescents that he feels he may as well be a senile old man, and while it does not bother him that much, it does bring back a painful memory of the past for him, something that he wishes not to ponder on.
The lion is calm, tactical and collected. Preferring to think of a more logical or safer approach rather than facing danger head-on, his wisdom and intellect however becomes a double-edged sword when it begins to mix with his emotions and feelings. They clash like water and oil and often proves difficult for him to express as such.
Rather than staying with groups, Ymahr finds peace in being alone, something that has stayed with him ever since he wandered. Due to his years of traversing the roads in his pursuit of strength, he comes off as an anti-social person as his time alone was most certainly not spent with many. Despite this, he is also shown to be well-meaning and selfless, he simply prefers not to show it often.
He tends to cling to the past often, it is something that both drives him forward and pulls him towards his own downfall.
Appearance:
Ymahr is a tall, and athletically-built lion, something that stems from his various battles during his travels. His fur is mostly tawny-colored, with his chest-area and lower muzzle being mainly white, whereas his mane consists mostly of a dirty-yellow color. The lion's face is almost-always filled a stern expression, almost as if he is expressing slight irritation from his surroundings.
His armor-if you could call it that-consists of a simple scarf adorned with a small trinket, a cloth belt and a simple pair of pants. On his right hand, he wields a gauntlet that is purely aesthetic.
Height:
6'2".
Weight:
190 lbs.
Fight related
Magic:
Miracles. He has a strong preference towards defense instead of recovery.
Class:
Vagabond.
Weapons/Items:
A gold spear, and what little he considers as "armor".
Strengths:
Brute Strength
- Even without his magic and spear, Ymahr is a formidable foe up close and is willing to use his bare hands to confront foes.
Agile
- Though not as dexterous as many of his kind, his speed is above average and he tends to incorporate it in his fights where his defense is one of his biggest enemies.
Instinct
- He may be an anti-social one, but those who manage to befriend this lion will find that he is willing to cross limits in order to protect those what little he calls "friends", even if it includes putting his life on the line just to ensure their survival and/or safety.
Weaknesses:
Solace in Solitude
- Prefers to be alone, he is hesitant to rely on the aid of others unless it was a matter of life and death.
Lion's Pride
- In addition to the above, if he ever finds himself allying with another, Ymahr will often prioritize himself rather than his allies. He may heal and tend to their wounds once in a while but that would be about it, unless that person happens to be someone important to him that is.
Sticks and Stones
- Prone to taunting the enemy and can easily underestimate them just from their appearances. This doesn't apply to just enemies though, he calls them as he sees them, for better or worse. He does not to bear any ill will, but rather to bear witness the potential of his adversaries.
Expose'
- Tends not to use armor and cover himself up as it gets in the way of his dexterity. As a result, he is vulnerable to many attacks, both physical and magical. To remedy this, he tends to rely on casting barriers for defense or using some of his agility to safely dodge incoming attacks instead.
Techniques:
Ymahr prefers to confront enemies from a mid-to-close distance, using his spear to attack from a safe range with quick pokes and thrusts. He tends not to close-in on an enemy until he sees a viable opening, at which point he switches to a more aggressive fighting style that relies more on cornering the opponent and tiring them out with repeated stabs, even using fisticuffs if his spear would-somehow-be unavailable. He tends to alternate between a defensive and offensive style, depending on the situation.
When it comes to using his magic in fighting however, he almost always tries to start every fight by casting a barrier on himself to lessen the damage he receives. As mentioned above, while he may be uncomfortable fighting with allies, that doesn't mean he won't be willing to spare a moment of his time to aid them however. |
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The sky filled with beautiful soft hues of pink and purple as the sun rose over the horizon. She marveled at how quickly the colors could change in a matter of moments as she sat in a tree. Being apart of the Hunter Sect meant extremely early mornings, and today was her day to go hunting. She closed her eyes as the warmth of the sun hit her skin, she loved the feeling of well... being alive. The forests were becoming vibrant in shades of green as the sun made its appearance. This was one of her favorite times of day, when the forest started to awaken. Birds shrills sang in the air, and the wind rustled the loose leaves around. The air was crisp with the potential of warming up shortly after the sun rises. She yawned, and stretched her back out, she didn't sleep to well the night prior. Nightmares filled her dreams, which was pretty rare - but she also recently had a run in with a small demon. It was no bigger than a wolf, and looked like a disfigured deer with claws, an alligators head, a horses mane, long cat like tail, and a few rows of teeth. Thankfully she had seen it before it saw her and she pierced it through its head with an arrow. But of course, she had to get a closer look - the foul smell didn't keep her around for long, but the sight of this grotesque creature caused her to shiver.
Brielle had her trusty Bow & Arrow ready in hand in case a possible kill came along, as well as a small sword strapped to her back, and a smaller knife strapped to her right thigh. She made sure to carry multiple weapons in case of another demon sighting - and to also gut her kill and bring it back to the Sanctuary. After a few moments of sunbathing, she rose to a squatting position on the branch - examining the forest floor briefly. She placed the arrow away in the carrier she had on her back, and leapt along the branches discretely. As she came across a small stream of water that jetted out from the lake near the entrance of the Sanctuary - she jumped from the trees and landed gracefully on the ground. Brielle walked to edge of the stream, and bent down splashing the cool water against her face. She sat back, inhaling deeply, and exhaling as she opened her eyes to the now deep blue sky that graced her. Standing up, she started to follow the stream, early morning meant some animals were about to go to sleep and typically some could be found near the water getting their last sip in before bed. It also meant some were awakening, and would be getting their first sip of the day. Win-Win almost. Brielle had been out hunting a day prior and brought a buck back to the Village, she wasn't too concerned with finding much today. As a trip to the supply rooms, prior to leaving this morning, told that they were well off on meat, it was the gardens and foragers who needed to step up and supply more at the moment. But this balance always shifted due to weather, or season change.
It was early spring, so soon the gardens would flourish as well as the forests - they would have a bountiful harvest again this year it seemed. As her thoughts wandered towards the gardens, she stopped following the stream and started heading towards the gardens located on the West side of the mountain. Brielle had a soft spot for them, essentially because her mother was a gardener and though everyone was trained to fight - not everyone was able to. Padding through the forest quietly, the sounds of nature found themselves ringing in her ears. Birds chirping, squirrels running around trees, the breeze swaying the leaves of the trees. Outside was her favorite place to be, inside always depressed her - as many people acted like everything was fine when they lived in such a tragic world - there were people dying for the citizens wellbeing and some seemed to care less. After moments of being lost in her thoughts she arrived at the outskirts of the West Gardens, a few of the workers were out tending to the growing crops.
"Good morning Brielle!" A short elderly lady called to her.
"Good morning Miss Ayame," Brielle smiled, and continued walking. Ayame had been friends with her mother, so she was a familiar face from the past - she had become more compassionate to Brielle after hearing of her mothers passing. Occasionally bringing new toys, and just company. Brielle found herself always coming to check on the gardens for Ayame's well being.
Brielle walked back into the woods, and began her trek to find something to bring back to the Sanctuary. She walked about a bit more West, and stopped to realize the sun had moved higher. Jumping up into a tree swiftly, she sat back against the trunk - dangling one leg off of the branch, she pursed her lips in a bored dissatisfaction for how her morning was going. After a few moments, she reached into the satchel she had brought, pulling out an apple, and a book. She took a bite of the apple, crunching down happily as she nibbled away. The books spine was clearly worn in, and the pages of the book were torn at the edges due to time. This book was one she had read before, it's name was 'Alice in Wonderland'. She adored everything about the book, and kind of always wished she would find a rabbit hole to fall through. If you're already living in hell, maybe you'd fall into a normal non-demon infested one. At least that's what she hoped, and imagined for. | Name: Ysran Stormreach. He doesn't really know his name, so he just threw a few things together.
Age: Around late 20's
Breed: Human. However, demonic exposure has transformed his ears. Many think he is a half-breed.
Personality: Could be described as "Neutral Evil," He isn't explicitly evil, as in, he won't burn down buildings or terrorize people, but in the pursuit of knowledge and power, no price is to great to pay, even if it means resorting to things others may find "Evil"
Equipment: Ysran carries a pack of ritual materials and demonic texts. He also carries a Machete.
Bio: Ysran, or at least that's what he's gone to calling himself now, was a very smart child. He learned to read from his parents, and how to survive out in the wilderness. Because that's where he lived. He lived with a group of humans who were just trying to survive. Yet in his 15th year his entire tribe was destroyed by the demons.
A normal human would have ran, but Ysran was... Fascinated. He stared on, half terrified, half in wonder, as everyone was slaughtered. Yet when a rather human-like demon appeared to finish him, he asked to learn from them. The demons took a great interest in him. A human who would willingly work with them in the pursuit of knowledge. Surprisingly, they accepted his offer.
Forming a pact with them, he would be granted knowledge and demonic power, in exchange for information on how humans lived. How did they interact with each other? How did they make their weapons? The same way they did? These particular set of demons wanted to know, and were willing to offer power. Ysran accepted, and began to slowly return info to the group. He was then told of a place called "Sanctuary". A large congregation of humans? Perfect. He could learn much. He set out, seeking to know what awaits him.
Ysran was granted a small list of spell-like abilities:
A ball of dark energy capable of delivering quite a bit of force, about enough to go through a door. Against living targets, this can knock people down, and it terms of damage, it would take 2-3 to kill a normal person as the darkness burns like a strong acid. You're basically being hit with a bowling ball made of acid.
Attracts all manner of fish and sometimes other aquatic creatures to a singular point. The range can vary from a few inches to several feet.
A zombie-like minion is summoned to do Ysran's bidding. It can follow simple commands such as "Hold this" or "Go there". If told to, the Shambler will follow another person's commands until told otherwise by Ysran. It prioritizes Ysran's commands first. here's a pic.
A fish (or other aquatic creature) is summoned much like a Shambler. These can be anything from a goldfish, to a Great White Shark. However the general rule is, the bigger the creature, the shorter time it has before it is unsummoned. This can be delayed, but requires great concentration from Ysran.
Creates a layer of Scale-like armor around the skin. It doesn't turn your skin into scales,it just created a layer of them on top of the skin. Greater Fishscales is stronger, but normal Fishscales can be cast on others.
Can heal most wounds, poisons, and some diseases. This spell however costs quite a bit of mana, and spell casting time can take a while.
Fills an opponent's lungs with water, drowning them. However first, Ysran must mentally overcome his opponent. The spell also takes a moment to cast, and only lasts as long as Ysran concentrates.
Ysran sends forth a black smokescreen, and all that see within are shown monstrous, disgusting versions of their worst fears come to life. This usually makes people run away, or cower in fear.
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Name
Eden Brown
Age
21
Species
Human
Gender
Male
Description
Eden has a long and lean frame and stands at a height of 6'1 when standing up straight, but he has a very heavy tendency to slouch which makes him appear an inch or so shorter. He has dark brown dreadlocks that he wears in two styles, down or in a nice ponytail. He has brown eyes, a pale complexion and is generally considered very average in appearance.
Personality
Eden is a humble soul who enjoys bringing smiles to all. He is very loyal to those he has formed relationships with and will go the extra mile to ensure that they are well cared for. He is fairly educated and is somewhat of a genius when it comes to attempting to decipher what old world artifacts wouldve previously been, as long as it isnt too complicated.
Bio
Eden never really got the chance to know his parents like many other children did. What is known of them and their time in sanctuary is very little. As far as he knows his mother and father were travelers who wandered the world not knowing who to trust or where they could stay for long. Unlike many orphans who lost their parents to demons, Eden's parents abandoned him during early infancy at entrance to Sanctuary. And from there he was raised among the people of Sanctuary as if they were his own family. For a long while, many speculated that Eden's mother and father had been demons in disguise sent pretend to be a couple in need looking for a place to stay for the night, and had left Eden as some sort of trap. However, as Eden grew over time and showed no signs of being a demon this theory soon disappeared.
When Eden came of age to finally put his effort into the community he wanted to return what the residents had done for him. So he decided to take up the work as a teenager to watch over the younger children and teach them, and after a few years when he became an adult, he was selected to be one of the few trainers for the children. Now he lives his days out helping those in need, he is always willing to take on jobs that aren't his own if it means to return a favor.
Secrets
-Wears the only trinket his mother and father left him with, a necklace with a strange crystal on it.
-He enjoys poking around for things related to the past, more specifically anything music related.
-Spends most of his time at night singing alone somewhere where not many can hear him.
-The Sanctuary
"Haha! Ha...haha...no, I-I'm human! Just like you!"
Street Food
Name
061001 - Adam Willius
Age
Unknown, seems in late teens/early twenties
Breed
Demon
Gender
Male
Description
In his human form, Adam stands at 5'7" with light brown hair and lovely green eyes. His skin in this form is a nice pale.
In his demon form, Adam stands at 6'3" with white strands of hair and crimson red eyes. His skin in this form is ghostly white.
Personality
While he appears human, Adam is very kind and passionate about protecting others. He appears especially attractive and innocent. While human, Adam is loving and listens very well. He seems like the perfect nice person. He is silly, and everything a shy and innocent person would be.
However, when he is in his demon form he is the opposite. He is cruel, terrible, and terrifying. He'll protect those who he deems worthy of protecting, but he is mostly uncontrollable and chaotic while in this mode. He's unpredictable.
Backstory
The demons were getting smarter. More clever. They wanted a way to create more of themselves that looked human. So they did. They took what was needed to create a demon, and placed it into the body of a human. The result was Adam.
But Adam was a failure. He didn't want to hurt the humans, he wanted to protect them. He felt...emotions. He was lucky he had his demon form, and he fought his demon parents off. Killed them, and then set out on his own. Did he want...closure? A home? A family? Being a human is confusing. After finding a few and (secretly) learning from them, he's gotten the hang of it. Now, he's one his way to The Sanctuary. He just hopes they don't murder him.
Misc
-In human form, he carries two daggers made from his parent's bones
-Adam finds humans interesting, so if he's to be with one romantically he doesn't care their sex
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NAME
born ariel lin, but has been called sparrow her entire life
AGE
somewhere in her late teens, likely eighteen or nineteen
BREED
entirely human
PERSONALITY
-charismatic -naive
-idealistic -obsessive
-forgiving -passionate
BIOGRAPHY
Oddly enough, Sparrow had a fairly normal childhood. Well, as normal of a childhood as she could have while growing up in the apocalypse. Her parents were loving, patient, and kind, and while she was raised within the confines of a small home in the middle of nowhere, she was a happy child. Her grandfather had built the small home where she was raised in the middle of the woods, hoping to make it a safe place for future generations, and so it was, until the attacks started happening. Her grandparents had long since passed, and Sparrow was somewhere around ten when the first attack happened. The demons took her mother and left young Sparrow with her father. The heartbroken two left their home in search of a safe place. A sanctuary.
They joined the residents of Sanctuary and have been with them ever since. Sparrow's father took the job of a guard, and once old enough Sparrow started working in the kitchens.
MISC.
-sparrow is way too trusting and likes to think there is good in everyone
- Name - Luciel K. Lumiere
Age - Appears early 20s
Breed - Halfbreed (Fiend bloodline)
Luciel stands at 5'10 with thick shoulder-length blonde hair and hazel eyes. Clean and smooth complexion save for freckles. Luciel sports four horns as well as the start of branching antlers, these are kept loosely bound with long strips of cloth which hold an array of symbols and Latin phrases painted in blood. The phrases depict a wide variety of prayers, though the symbols meld together like their own shapeless language which many suspect is demonic script.
Wide pupils constrict vertically into cat-like slits rather than simply narrowing, and reverse in reaction to darkness. Ironically, Luciel is far from a fan of bright light for this reason as it steals color from his vision in return for exceptional sight in low light settings.
Luciel speaks with as little mouth movement, accentuated upper and lower K9 fangs only hinting to the vicious maw behind them. With elastic properties to his facial skin around his double-jointed jaw, the rows of teeth continue another inch back. A bite from Luciel would be equally as horrifying as painful.
Lastly, slender fingers are armored especially around the tips with pale claws. The real oddity is how clean and filed they're kept, leaving them smooth and blunt to the touch...though they have a nasty habit of rapid growth back to razor sharpness if not tended to as religiously as Luciel keeps them.
In a slightly androgynous way, Luciel could be considered beautiful if the eye is willing to look past their monstrous features.
Luciel prefers an attire that resembles cloth, though is silken smooth. Form fitting though humble in its color resembling dried blood with his hues of faded crimson and charcoal black. The shawl worn over the suit holds an addition resembling a collar of burnt silver with a similar fastener linked to a ring around his shoulders.
The suit, itself has no pockets and the lower section integrates built in boots with flat 2-inch boot heels. It's unclear how this attire is put on or taken off, though the silver collar appears to be independent of the ensemble.
The quiet type, Luciel keeps to himself as he is wholly aware of what he is mostly out of fear of humans. This could be considered a predisposition, though his understanding nature reflects the notion to instead paint the situation as an unwillingness to unnerve humans with his appearance...and behavior.
Somewhere in the wasteland, Luciel found what some know as 'God', and his faith pulled him back from the sadistically feral blood that burns in his veins. Indefatigable purpose, empathy and a goal to aid the ailing currently staves off the monster that screams to maul humans and devour their flesh at every given second of every day. Because of this, his worship is obscenely odd and involves acts akin to the live sacrifice of animals, prayer/meditation, dancing in the moonlight (rarely naked) and 'sealing' (entering a trance to scribe the script into strips of cloth which adorn his horns and antlers).
Getting past his quirks, Luciel is a fan of company, though is a man of few words or facial emotions but is eager to serve human guests. His sense of humor can be seen as inappropriate or dark at times, but he means well and simply hasn't had much interaction with humans.
However, his greatest flaw is a vow of pacifism which some would see as his most honorable quality; an unconditional refusal to take life. Though he is far more than capable of defending himself and others with his qualities that separate him from humanity, the idea of drawing blood and being lost to bloodlust is a risk he refuses to take.
The events leading up to Luciel's birth are detailed in ways that have no business being recalled in text. A young woman bore the child of a horrific demon, a process that killed her in the process, leaving her older brother in possession of an abomination that spat in the face of God and Man. However, the small monster was still the last shred of family he had left. Whether it was this realization or simply beholding the unholy bridge between mankind and demons, he was driven into what the rest of his tribe described as madness. While he was ordered by the elders to dash the monster upon rocks and be done with the nightmare, he resisted and foolishly fled with everything his arms could carry, his or not.
My father was a good man. He taught me about the world and how we were the children of the earth and were born to live in fear. How to hunt in spite of my protest, how to harvest crops from the unbroken world...how to hide. I was great at hiding. We would play games where I would hide in the forest for days and father couldn't find me! It was in the woods where I truly learned how to play hide-and-seek with the beasts. Many ran from me, but the biggest one!
The biggest one had horns higher than I could reach! It had three eyes and fangs as big as my arms with HUGE claws! It was so cool! It roared so loud it shook the trees and my own shriek barely made the grass quiver, though that was probably the wind. I wanted it to make the sound again, to stay and tell me what else it knew...but it just...left.
It was years later that I realized how they all leave...
My father was my uncle, some madman who abandoned me in the woods time and time again to be eaten by the beasts who instigated my life. I learned this from an old man wandering the wastes when he found me over my uncle's corpse. Knife still in his hand and slashes across his arms and throat. The old man seemed to know him. More surprisingly, he knew me, told me how I was the child of the devil who killed dozens of those he loved. After an old word used to name the monster, the old man named me 'Luciel' before handing me a silver crucifix, saying that it would protect me.
Truly, he did not care what became of me, or even himself from the look in his eyes. He simply lost too much to have a handle on his old life. I followed him for a distance with everything my arms could carry and whatever I could fit in uncle's backpack in spite of his shouts to leave him be or what books he threw at me.
I...just didn't want to be alone. Even if it meant being at a distance and hated.
Weeks in, the man relented and taught me of the books he carried, the hope in the pages and its message for mankind and the mankind within me. He told me the truth of the world, and each syllable made me hate the man who had lied to me, stole me from my home and abandoned me in the woods countless times.
The old man also taught me about forgiveness...and gratitude. Without the evil and sacrifice of one man, I would have been dead before my eyes even opened. Regardless of the decade that followed and my life before, the few weeks I spent with the old man made me feel a part of something, as though I belonged.
Shouting matches with beasts, my first kill to protect the man...I understood prayer and it saved me from what I had almost become. I never wanted to be lost to the madness that left me in fits of manic hysteria like some rabid animal. I learned that believing in something had more power than what the true 'nothing' could actually provide. So after my trials and seeing the man disappear into the waterfall of sanctuary from afar, the old questions stung for only the moment it took for me to swallow and steal my resolve and begin building a shelter.
Do I believe in God?
No.
Humans are their own gods. Monsters only have demons.
And I made my choice of which one I wanted to be.
The Fiend blood that runs through Luciel gave him an innate skill in dark magic, though through conviction and faith, the darkness was bent across its own spectrum of physical manipulation, giving birth to light magic. This light magic has few but powerful spells focused on mending and protecting.
While Luciel wields these 'miracles', he is well aware of their origins. Demons bent the material plane to exact fear and devastation upon mankind in ways he seeks to undo through the base spell's understanding.
Luciel's most powerful and frequently casted spell. The translation roughly comes out as 'Loom'.
The intent is to stitch organic matter back together by binding wounds with seemingly golden threads and imbuing flesh with radiant energy which forces the body to quickly heal wounds at speeds that can be visibly observed. Though the whole casting may take anywhere from a few seconds to a minute depending on the severity of the wound, this spell has the capability to mend bone and knit muscle together to the extent of potentially reattaching severed limbs.
- This spell will not restore blood loss.
- Only good for one wound at a time and requires both hands and concentration.
- Can be used to mitigate damage from poison by forcing the victim's body to heal through the poison's effect until it is worked out of the body, naturally. This process can take a long time and is anything but pleasant.
- Therapy from the spell can ease back pain and arthritis brought about by aging, but cannot cure cancer or other diseases that have reemerged and now limit the human life span.
A more diverse form of 'Repth' that is less focused, though the general nature grants surprising benefits. Translated as 'Inspire'.
The expelled energy finds its way into nearby targets in a burst to swiftly boost metabolism with the buffer of magic, granting a significant hike to stamina, endurance and strength. While a side effect enhances the body's natural healing process, this is hardly enough to matter in the heat of combat.
- Good for moral as it temporarily sates fatigue.
- Requires both hands to channel and for targets to remain within 30ft for full effect.
- Doesn't so much bolster strength as it does allow fighters to put everything into every swing with little recovery.
A self-defense spell which vaguely translates to 'Burden'.
While will and spirit can carry a heart as far as legs wish, the spell is the closest to the darkness that Luciel dares to venture. The spell causes natural acids to build up in muscles at an alarming rate by hindering muscle's metabolism rates. The effect quickly tires victims and subjects them to cramps from continued strenuous activity such as running or fighting. The spell cannot be made fatal, and its result heavily depends on the actions of the afflicted.
- Can be cast with one hand, allowing two targets at once.
- Accumulation of amino acids in muscles cause targets to tire 5-10 times as fast. This does not target the heart or lungs but simply persists through concentration until canceled or the target collapses from their muscles simply failing to hold them up any longer.
- Luciel takes no pleasure in the use of the spell, and it is used mainly in self defense to dissuade pursuers or attackers.
- Highly ineffective against ranged attackers who simply need to pull and release a bowstring.
- Highly effective against attackers who need to get close with heavy armor and weapons.
- Spell cannot be focused with both hands to increase the effect. The spell magically limits a bodily function, not reverse it.
- Cancelling the spell in any way restores targets to the strength they had if normal exertion was factored in...though cramps can still hurt.
- Hearty targets can resist the effect for longer.
- Will probably just piss off greater demons.
Misc
- Usually ignored by some demons such as Fiends which he has a...strange...understanding with, even though they're regarded as one of the more vicious and merciless of beasts.
-Unarmed save for a blunt dagger he uses to harvest wild produce as well as an 'ancient' silver crucifix passed down in his family...and tough antlers, horns, an array of sharp teeth and claws (assuming he lets them grow).
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AGE
37
BREED
Human
PERSONALITY
-dark -manipulative
-idealistic -obsessive
-righteous -relentless
BIOGRAPHY
He grew up on the northern monastery of the Golden Claws. It is a post apocalyptic human settlement which guards the human occupied lands of the south from northern demonic invasions. For years, since the demons stopped their invasion, there was quiet. All they had to take care of was the occasional demon which tried to pass the border or attempted to pass as a civilian. So you can't really blame them for being unprepared and overwhelmed when a sudden demon attack obliterated the whole monastery. Everyone was killed. Young and old, master and student, no one was spared from the slaughter. They could easily defend against battalions of demon foot soldiers but the thing that attacked them, that monstrosity was never seen before and the fact that it sprung up from the ground, like it was buried there for centuries and had just awoken didn't make the defending any easier.
Numenor was the only one to survive. Now his mission is to travel south, informing any and every settlement along the way of what is to come. They have to know, they have to prepare for the hell fire that is to come...
MISC. |
53,408 | 1,457 | 1 | 2,663 | 35 | Rays of sunlight slowly began to emerge and burst through the window beside Eden's bed, he sat up with a slight jolt. Another nightmare had crept into his mind. They'll be fine he said to himself."
He worried about the children a little as the nightmare crept back in but only for a moment. He was worried one of the demons that was sighted recently would come for them. Looking over to his bedside table he reached for a nearby bottle of water and took a long swig to quench his dry throat. He then proceeded to get up and go about his usual morning routine to prepare for the day. He was especially excited for this particular day. He'd be able to teach the children about the local flora and fauna, which was always one of the best activities to do with them since it was very hands on learning. He proceeded to take care of his hygenine making sure to look as sharp as ever for the day, and he set himself out an outfit for the activity.
"Best to be wearing overalls today since I'll need the extra pockets."
He fumbled around in a nearby closet and pulled out a clean set of overalls, paired it with a t shirt and some work boots and set off on his way. He had a lot of extra time before class would start today, so he figured he should check in with the locals. | Name
Eden Brown
Age
21
Species
Human
Gender
Male
Description
Eden has a long and lean frame and stands at a height of 6'1 when standing up straight, but he has a very heavy tendency to slouch which makes him appear an inch or so shorter. He has dark brown dreadlocks that he wears in two styles, down or in a nice ponytail. He has brown eyes, a pale complexion and is generally considered very average in appearance.
Personality
Eden is a humble soul who enjoys bringing smiles to all. He is very loyal to those he has formed relationships with and will go the extra mile to ensure that they are well cared for. He is fairly educated and is somewhat of a genius when it comes to attempting to decipher what old world artifacts wouldve previously been, as long as it isnt too complicated.
Bio
Eden never really got the chance to know his parents like many other children did. What is known of them and their time in sanctuary is very little. As far as he knows his mother and father were travelers who wandered the world not knowing who to trust or where they could stay for long. Unlike many orphans who lost their parents to demons, Eden's parents abandoned him during early infancy at entrance to Sanctuary. And from there he was raised among the people of Sanctuary as if they were his own family. For a long while, many speculated that Eden's mother and father had been demons in disguise sent pretend to be a couple in need looking for a place to stay for the night, and had left Eden as some sort of trap. However, as Eden grew over time and showed no signs of being a demon this theory soon disappeared.
When Eden came of age to finally put his effort into the community he wanted to return what the residents had done for him. So he decided to take up the work as a teenager to watch over the younger children and teach them, and after a few years when he became an adult, he was selected to be one of the few trainers for the children. Now he lives his days out helping those in need, he is always willing to take on jobs that aren't his own if it means to return a favor.
Secrets
-Wears the only trinket his mother and father left him with, a necklace with a strange crystal on it.
-He enjoys poking around for things related to the past, more specifically anything music related.
-Spends most of his time at night singing alone somewhere where not many can hear him. |
53,409 | 1,457 | 2 | 1,415 | 573 | Ysran looked up to the mountains. A large collection of buildings sat in the mountain's side. Sanctuary. Apperently this was a unique phenomenon nowadays. All these humans all living in such a large group. A "city" they would call it. Apperently these covered the earth many years ago, but this was likely the only one now. He would likely learn much here. Not to mention the technology would be far more advanced than anything he'd ever seen. Time to head up.
The trek up the mountain was uneventful. No wildlife. No demons. Not even a passerby. But at last he was here. He walked past the entrance, and into the streets. He supposed he should start his research now. He leaned up against a building and watched the streets. So, how did humans interact in such a large group? Well, most seemed to walk right by one another, yet some walked in groups. Siblings perhaps? Family? He was unsure. He also noticed the diverse clothing everyone was wearing. Most wore light colors, yet others wore dark. He then realized his long, purple robe was seriously out of place. He needed a change of clothes, otherwise he wouldn't blend in to well. He lifted off the wall and began to look for someone willing to trade for clothes. Judging by how some other people had various things set out on stands, and seemed to be trading them for... something, but couldn't quite tell what. | Name: Ysran Stormreach. He doesn't really know his name, so he just threw a few things together.
Age: Around late 20's
Breed: Human. However, demonic exposure has transformed his ears. Many think he is a half-breed.
Personality: Could be described as "Neutral Evil," He isn't explicitly evil, as in, he won't burn down buildings or terrorize people, but in the pursuit of knowledge and power, no price is to great to pay, even if it means resorting to things others may find "Evil"
Equipment: Ysran carries a pack of ritual materials and demonic texts. He also carries a Machete.
Bio: Ysran, or at least that's what he's gone to calling himself now, was a very smart child. He learned to read from his parents, and how to survive out in the wilderness. Because that's where he lived. He lived with a group of humans who were just trying to survive. Yet in his 15th year his entire tribe was destroyed by the demons.
A normal human would have ran, but Ysran was... Fascinated. He stared on, half terrified, half in wonder, as everyone was slaughtered. Yet when a rather human-like demon appeared to finish him, he asked to learn from them. The demons took a great interest in him. A human who would willingly work with them in the pursuit of knowledge. Surprisingly, they accepted his offer.
Forming a pact with them, he would be granted knowledge and demonic power, in exchange for information on how humans lived. How did they interact with each other? How did they make their weapons? The same way they did? These particular set of demons wanted to know, and were willing to offer power. Ysran accepted, and began to slowly return info to the group. He was then told of a place called "Sanctuary". A large congregation of humans? Perfect. He could learn much. He set out, seeking to know what awaits him.
Ysran was granted a small list of spell-like abilities:
A ball of dark energy capable of delivering quite a bit of force, about enough to go through a door. Against living targets, this can knock people down, and it terms of damage, it would take 2-3 to kill a normal person as the darkness burns like a strong acid. You're basically being hit with a bowling ball made of acid.
Attracts all manner of fish and sometimes other aquatic creatures to a singular point. The range can vary from a few inches to several feet.
A zombie-like minion is summoned to do Ysran's bidding. It can follow simple commands such as "Hold this" or "Go there". If told to, the Shambler will follow another person's commands until told otherwise by Ysran. It prioritizes Ysran's commands first. here's a pic.
A fish (or other aquatic creature) is summoned much like a Shambler. These can be anything from a goldfish, to a Great White Shark. However the general rule is, the bigger the creature, the shorter time it has before it is unsummoned. This can be delayed, but requires great concentration from Ysran.
Creates a layer of Scale-like armor around the skin. It doesn't turn your skin into scales,it just created a layer of them on top of the skin. Greater Fishscales is stronger, but normal Fishscales can be cast on others.
Can heal most wounds, poisons, and some diseases. This spell however costs quite a bit of mana, and spell casting time can take a while.
Fills an opponent's lungs with water, drowning them. However first, Ysran must mentally overcome his opponent. The spell also takes a moment to cast, and only lasts as long as Ysran concentrates.
Ysran sends forth a black smokescreen, and all that see within are shown monstrous, disgusting versions of their worst fears come to life. This usually makes people run away, or cower in fear. |
53,410 | 1,457 | 3 | 1,295 | 125 | The kitchen had been alive since dawn.
The smells of meat sizzling over a flame, citrus being squeezed into glasses, and fresh bread getting sliced into hearty pieces filled the space and drifted into the hallway and nearby rooms. Sparrow hummed as she finished the dishes from her morning baking, drying and stacking them in the large cabinet on the far wall of the room. Tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear she grabs a thick slice of dark, rich bread from the basket in the middle of the table and tears a piece off, stuffing it into her mouth in a not so lady-like fashion. Her eyes close and she smiles while still chewing on the delicious treat.
"That's not for you, little bird!" Her fellow cook and loving mentor, Larra, purses her lips and narrows her eyes at Sparrow, who giggles in response and grabs the bread basket on her way out of the kitchen. She places the basket in the middle of the largest table in the dinning hall and then grabs a large iron rod from near the wall to tend to the fires that had been lit early in the morning. Although the kitchen staff made more than enough food for everyone living in Sanctuary some still liked to cook for themselves, and so the community fires had to maintained throughout the day. Tending to them was one of her least favorite jobs, second only to washing the dishes, but everyone had to put in their fair share of work.
After rekindling the warm flames Sparrow makes her way back to the kitchen. While she had been away the other workers had finished preparing the meal, and she assists in bringing an array of cooked meats, sliced fruits, a mixture of nuts and cheeses, and this morning's baked goods to the table. Larra had showed her how to make poppy seed muffins, and three dozen of them fill bowls, accompanied by sweet rolls and luscious savory biscuits. The smells draw sleepy inhabitants from their quarters and soon the kitchen isn't the only area of the village that is wide awake. Children dash around the tables, sneaking in between the adults to grab food and then running away to share their steals with the others before they have to head off to class. Laughter erupts from one corner of the room as the elderly share stories among themselves, and other folks talk about the days tasks.
Instead of dinning with the others Sparrow takes a few tidbits: another slice of bread, a piece of cheese, and a handful of nuts, and ties them up in a small cloth to bring to her favorite spot. She skips down a long corridor to her quarters and places the satchel of food on her nightstand before stripping off her work clothes and changing into a tan dress. She pulls the soft cotton over her head and tugs it down over the rest of her body. The fabric hugs her chest and loosens into a relaxed shirt at her hips, the hem falling just below her knees. She pulls a light blue cardigan on over her shoulders and runs a comb through her blonde hair before grabbing her breakfast and heading back out into the hallway.
Sparrow makes her way towards the main floor on the southern side of the mountain compound and finds a small bench against a wall near the entrance to the villages market area of sorts. A few people were already setting up trading booths for the day, and others, like herself, seemed to be simply watching and relaxing. Opening the cloth holding her breakfast she breaks a corner of the piece of cheese off, nibbling the edge of it closing her eyes. She leans her head back against the cool stone wall and smiles while listening to two women bicker over a trade. How much is a woven blanket really worth? Such matters were of little interest to her, but the idle banter relaxed her mind and let her thoughts wander. Here she didn't have to worry about making sure the bread didn't burn, or whether someone else would wash today's dishes, she could simply listen to other people's stresses, which seemed much less important then her own. | NAME
born ariel lin, but has been called sparrow her entire life
AGE
somewhere in her late teens, likely eighteen or nineteen
BREED
entirely human
PERSONALITY
-charismatic -naive
-idealistic -obsessive
-forgiving -passionate
BIOGRAPHY
Oddly enough, Sparrow had a fairly normal childhood. Well, as normal of a childhood as she could have while growing up in the apocalypse. Her parents were loving, patient, and kind, and while she was raised within the confines of a small home in the middle of nowhere, she was a happy child. Her grandfather had built the small home where she was raised in the middle of the woods, hoping to make it a safe place for future generations, and so it was, until the attacks started happening. Her grandparents had long since passed, and Sparrow was somewhere around ten when the first attack happened. The demons took her mother and left young Sparrow with her father. The heartbroken two left their home in search of a safe place. A sanctuary.
They joined the residents of Sanctuary and have been with them ever since. Sparrow's father took the job of a guard, and once old enough Sparrow started working in the kitchens.
MISC.
-sparrow is way too trusting and likes to think there is good in everyone |
53,411 | 1,457 | 4 | 2,663 | 35 | Eden walked at a slow pace and made his way down to the main entrance area. All the while he walked nodding his head and waving to the residents like he'd do every morning. He looked around for anyone who might've needed help for the day and came across a man and a group of children attempting to set up a market stall. It appeared that they were having some trouble so he made his way over to them.
"Mister Eden, daddy's work stall won't stand upright, and the tarp on the top keeps falling off. Could you help us please? a small girl sounded off as she pointed to the problems.
"Sure thing, just let me have a look."
He made his way over, taking careful consideration into how he might help solve this problem. | Name
Eden Brown
Age
21
Species
Human
Gender
Male
Description
Eden has a long and lean frame and stands at a height of 6'1 when standing up straight, but he has a very heavy tendency to slouch which makes him appear an inch or so shorter. He has dark brown dreadlocks that he wears in two styles, down or in a nice ponytail. He has brown eyes, a pale complexion and is generally considered very average in appearance.
Personality
Eden is a humble soul who enjoys bringing smiles to all. He is very loyal to those he has formed relationships with and will go the extra mile to ensure that they are well cared for. He is fairly educated and is somewhat of a genius when it comes to attempting to decipher what old world artifacts wouldve previously been, as long as it isnt too complicated.
Bio
Eden never really got the chance to know his parents like many other children did. What is known of them and their time in sanctuary is very little. As far as he knows his mother and father were travelers who wandered the world not knowing who to trust or where they could stay for long. Unlike many orphans who lost their parents to demons, Eden's parents abandoned him during early infancy at entrance to Sanctuary. And from there he was raised among the people of Sanctuary as if they were his own family. For a long while, many speculated that Eden's mother and father had been demons in disguise sent pretend to be a couple in need looking for a place to stay for the night, and had left Eden as some sort of trap. However, as Eden grew over time and showed no signs of being a demon this theory soon disappeared.
When Eden came of age to finally put his effort into the community he wanted to return what the residents had done for him. So he decided to take up the work as a teenager to watch over the younger children and teach them, and after a few years when he became an adult, he was selected to be one of the few trainers for the children. Now he lives his days out helping those in need, he is always willing to take on jobs that aren't his own if it means to return a favor.
Secrets
-Wears the only trinket his mother and father left him with, a necklace with a strange crystal on it.
-He enjoys poking around for things related to the past, more specifically anything music related.
-Spends most of his time at night singing alone somewhere where not many can hear him. |
53,412 | 1,457 | 5 | 919 | 248 | Adam had found The Sanctuary yesterday. Or rather, last night. It had been a long journey for him.
As he had stumbled in the guards were suspicious of him but didn't want him roaming the streets, so he had been locked away. In the morning, they let him go. That was now.
He looked around, silent and observing of the humans. He bet there were some mutts in here, but most definitely no demons like him. For this reason, he was terrified.
He found his way into the market and wondered what to do next. What was there to do? What would a human do? Socialize. Right. He picked out a girl with blonde hair who was leaning against the wall and eating () He carefully walked over to her, giving a smile.
"Hello," he decided to start, a traditional human greeting. "Um, I-I'm new in town and I don't really know what to do now. How long have you been here?"
Alright. That was okay, for now. | The Sanctuary
"Haha! Ha...haha...no, I-I'm human! Just like you!"
Street Food
Name
061001 - Adam Willius
Age
Unknown, seems in late teens/early twenties
Breed
Demon
Gender
Male
Description
In his human form, Adam stands at 5'7" with light brown hair and lovely green eyes. His skin in this form is a nice pale.
In his demon form, Adam stands at 6'3" with white strands of hair and crimson red eyes. His skin in this form is ghostly white. He has scales coming out of his back where his spine is, and claws on the ends of his hands.
Personality
While he appears human, Adam is very kind and passionate about protecting others. He appears especially attractive and innocent. While human, Adam is loving and listens very well. He seems like the perfect nice person. He is silly, and everything a shy and innocent person would be.
However, when he is in his demon form he is the opposite. He is cruel, terrible, and terrifying. He'll protect those who he deems worthy of protecting, but he is mostly uncontrollable and chaotic while in this mode. He's unpredictable.
Backstory
The demons were getting smarter. More clever. They wanted a way to create more of themselves that looked human. So they did. They took what was needed to create a demon, and placed it into the body of a human. The result was Adam.
But Adam was a failure. He didn't want to hurt the humans, he wanted to protect them. He felt...emotions. He was lucky he had his demon form, and he fought his demon parents off. Killed them, and then set out on his own. Did he want...closure? A home? A family? Being a human is confusing. After finding a few and (secretly) learning from them, he's gotten the hang of it. Now, he's one his way to The Sanctuary. He just hopes they don't murder him.
Misc
-In human form, he carries two daggers made from his parent's bones
-Adam finds humans interesting, so if he's to be with one romantically he doesn't care their sex |
53,413 | 1,457 | 6 | 1,295 | 125 | Sparrow opens her eyes at the sound of soft footsteps coming in her direction. Seeing the young man standing before her causes her to sit up straighter and smile brightly. "Welcome to Sanctuary," she says cheerfully. Folding the cloth back up and slipping it into the front pocket of her dress she stands and curtsies, strands of her hair fall over her eyes and upon straightening she pulls the unruly locks over her right shoulder in one fluid motion. She looks over the newcomer, her cool blue eyes studying him from top to bottom before looking him in the eye again. Realizing she had remained quiet for too long she lets out a nervous laugh and forces the smile to remain on her face, rather than show any sort of nerves. "You're probably starving if you just got here. Come with me and we'll get you some food."
She takes his hand in her own and then blinks, pausing for a second and staring in to space. "You asked how long I've been here," she says thoughtfully. "Sorry, I just get a little flustered when I meet someone so uh... new. I've been here for quite some time. Not as long as a few of the villagers, but longer than you have!" She giggles and her cheeks flush a light pink as she rambles through her speech. Why is this making me feel so weird? she thinks to herself, but the thought quickly passes as she returns to her rather odd attempt at a welcome.
Food had always been her family's way of coming together and relaxing, which explained her father's rather round stomach, and so she continued on that note. Not only did the food here taste fantastic, it would give her a chance to show the new guy around, and she always felt more at ease when in the kitchen.
"Now, food. You need to eat." Glancing down she realizes that she was still holding his hand. She lets go immediately and her face reddens further. Nervously she runs one of her hands through her hair and then clasps them together. "Um, sorry... Would you like me to show you to the dinning hall?" Her voice softens as she speaks, clearly embarrassed and even more nervous than she had been when the boy had first spoken to her. | NAME
born ariel lin, but has been called sparrow her entire life
AGE
somewhere in her late teens, likely eighteen or nineteen
BREED
entirely human
PERSONALITY
-charismatic -naive
-idealistic -obsessive
-forgiving -passionate
BIOGRAPHY
Oddly enough, Sparrow had a fairly normal childhood. Well, as normal of a childhood as she could have while growing up in the apocalypse. Her parents were loving, patient, and kind, and while she was raised within the confines of a small home in the middle of nowhere, she was a happy child. Her grandfather had built the small home where she was raised in the middle of the woods, hoping to make it a safe place for future generations, and so it was, until the attacks started happening. Her grandparents had long since passed, and Sparrow was somewhere around ten when the first attack happened. The demons took her mother and left young Sparrow with her father. The heartbroken two left their home in search of a safe place. A sanctuary.
They joined the residents of Sanctuary and have been with them ever since. Sparrow's father took the job of a guard, and once old enough Sparrow started working in the kitchens.
MISC.
-sparrow is way too trusting and likes to think there is good in everyone |
53,414 | 1,457 | 7 | 986 | 1,735 | Repth...
Pulling shimmering golden strings, Luciel mended the halves of his constructed attire back into place while taking a moment to stomp the boots properly into place. With a yawn, he threw himself onto his feet from the cot he'd constructed against the inner wall of his cave. Monsters lived in caves, right?
Well, a year of construction and planning, periods of digging carved out a small portion of a hill and built out a ways with fallen logs. Layers of sod upon tattered pelts from hunted game held up the weight of snow and small plants that already sought to claim the addition to the hill. Furnishings were nothing spectacular, a chimney with a muffled top to hide smoke bore host to a hooded fireplace where a grate sat suspended above a dead pile of coals. Crates jigsawed together without nails held various produces which Luciel stirred with a shrug, picking out the better selection of radishes, carrots and onions. Though he knew Sanctuary could handle itself, the garnishing ration he had to offer was meant to make his trip to town worth just that much more.
Pushing a bear pelt aside to check the entryway, it seemed like the potatoes were ripe for the picking and he set to work with dagger in hand, abusing the instrument of destruction for the sake of busting out the fresh root veggies. In the process, the handle tilted with a creak and Luciel quickly withdrew to find the tarnished and half-rusted dagger bent after trying to heave-ho a rock. It honestly wasn't quite the way he intended to start the morning, requiring him to run a thumb along the silver cross of his necklace before messily sheathing the blade. The grit caught until he slammed it in with a noisy crunch and a growl in response, slamming a fist into the dirt and splintering one of the prized legumes.
Simply frowning, he stood and brushed the dirt from his current haul while walking back inside to dump it in a game bag along with a few more from personal reserve. There would always be more, anyway.
Before leaving, he pulled on his crafted bear pelt unlike the messy hide that covered the entryway. Belting and sections reserved to slip his antlers in made it seem like the pelt of a fiend, ironically disguising what he was...well, to anyone who didn't already know.
The bear cloak easily kept Luciel warm due to its size and how he had it belted in three sections. Laden with the game bag and backpack full of root vegetables, he set off through the forest in the direction of the waking villiage and its light which slowly faded from torches being lit and snuffed in the morning twilight.
He'd been so lost in his crunching footsteps and listening for other sounds, he almost hadn't noticed the woman perched up in a tree if it weren't for the shadows his downward gaze happened upon. Curiosity took him for a moment long enough to almost make eye contact with them before turning his head back down, not willing to draw attention. Still, he did his best not to be rude, offering a small and awkward bark of "G-good morning!" to Brielle before continuing on his journey.
She looked armed, something Luciel was aiming to avoid at all cost; engaging in social niceties with an armed human alone in the woods, especially while toting supplies. He suspected lone humans to be creatures of advantage, having no knowledge of hunters, and picked up his pace in slight fear of being robbed or worse. | Name - Luciel K. Lumiere
Age - Appears early 20s (Likely late 20s)
Breed - Halfbreed (Fiend bloodline)
Luciel stands at 5'10 with thick shoulder-length blonde hair and hazel eyes. Clean and smooth complexion save for freckles. Luciel sports four horns as well as the start of branching antlers, these are kept loosely bound with long strips of cloth which hold an array of symbols and Latin phrases painted in blood. The phrases depict a wide variety of prayers, though the symbols meld together like their own shapeless language which many suspect is demonic script.
Wide pupils constrict vertically into cat-like slits rather than simply narrowing, and reverse in reaction to darkness. Ironically, Luciel is far from a fan of bright light for this reason as it steals color from his vision in return for exceptional sight in low light settings.
Luciel speaks with as little mouth movement, accentuated upper and lower K9 fangs only hinting to the vicious maw behind them. With elastic properties to his facial skin around his double-jointed jaw, the rows of teeth continue another inch back. A bite from Luciel would be equally as horrifying as painful.
Lastly, slender fingers are armored especially around the tips with pale claws. The real oddity is how clean and filed they're kept, leaving them smooth and blunt to the touch...though they have a nasty habit of rapid growth back to razor sharpness if not tended to as religiously as Luciel keeps them.
In a slightly androgynous way, Luciel could be considered beautiful if the eye is willing to look past their monstrous features.
Luciel prefers an attire that resembles cloth, though is silken smooth. Form fitting though humble in its color resembling dried blood with his hues of faded crimson and charcoal black. The shawl worn over the suit holds an addition resembling a collar of burnt silver with a similar fastener linked to a ring around his shoulders.
The suit, itself has no pockets and the lower section integrates built in boots with flat 2-inch boot heels. It's unclear how this attire is put on or taken off, though the silver collar appears to be independent of the ensemble.
The quiet type, Luciel keeps to himself as he is wholly aware of what he is mostly out of fear of humans. This could be considered a predisposition, though his understanding nature reflects the notion to instead paint the situation as an unwillingness to unnerve humans with his appearance...and behavior.
Somewhere in the wasteland, Luciel found what some know as 'God', and his faith pulled him back from the sadistically feral blood that burns in his veins. Indefatigable purpose, empathy and a goal to aid the ailing currently staves off the monster that screams to maul humans and devour their flesh at every given second of every day. Because of this, his worship is obscenely odd and involves acts akin to the live sacrifice of animals, prayer/meditation, dancing in the moonlight (rarely naked) and 'sealing' (entering a trance to scribe the script into strips of cloth which adorn his horns and antlers).
Getting past his quirks, Luciel is a fan of company, though is a man of few words or facial emotions but is eager to serve human guests. His sense of humor can be seen as inappropriate or dark at times, but he means well and simply hasn't had much interaction with humans.
However, his greatest flaw is a vow of pacifism which some would see as his most honorable quality; an unconditional refusal to take life. Though he is far more than capable of defending himself and others with his qualities that separate him from humanity, the idea of drawing blood and being lost to bloodlust is a risk he refuses to take.
The events leading up to Luciel's birth are detailed in ways that have no business being recalled in text. A young woman bore the child of a horrific demon, a process that killed her in the process, leaving her older brother in possession of an abomination that spat in the face of God and Man. However, the small monster was still the last shred of family he had left. Whether it was this realization or simply beholding the unholy bridge between mankind and demons, he was driven into what the rest of his tribe described as madness. While he was ordered by the elders to dash the monster upon rocks and be done with the nightmare, he resisted and foolishly fled with everything his arms could carry, his or not.
My father was a good man. He taught me about the world and how we were the children of the earth and were born to live in fear. How to hunt in spite of my protest, how to harvest crops from the unbroken world...how to hide. I was great at hiding. We would play games where I would hide in the forest for days and father couldn't find me! It was in the woods where I truly learned how to play hide-and-seek with the beasts. Many ran from me, but the biggest one!
The biggest one had horns higher than I could reach! It had three eyes and fangs as big as my arms with HUGE claws! It was so cool! It roared so loud it shook the trees and my own shriek barely made the grass quiver, though that was probably the wind. I wanted it to make the sound again, to stay and tell me what else it knew...but it just...left.
It was years later that I realized how they all leave...
My father was my uncle, some madman who abandoned me in the woods time and time again to be eaten by the beasts who instigated my life. I learned this from an old man wandering the wastes when he found me over my uncle's corpse. Knife still in his hand and slashes across his arms and throat. The old man seemed to know him. More surprisingly, he knew me, told me how I was the child of the devil who killed dozens of those he loved. After an old word used to name the monster, the old man named me 'Luciel' before handing me a silver crucifix, saying that it would protect me.
Truly, he did not care what became of me, or even himself from the look in his eyes. He simply lost too much to have a handle on his old life. I followed him for a distance with everything my arms could carry and whatever I could fit in uncle's backpack in spite of his shouts to leave him be or what books he threw at me.
I...just didn't want to be alone. Even if it meant being at a distance and hated.
Weeks in, the man relented and taught me of the books he carried, the hope in the pages and its message for mankind and the mankind within me. He told me the truth of the world, and each syllable made me hate the man who had lied to me, stole me from my home and abandoned me in the woods countless times.
The old man also taught me about forgiveness...and gratitude. Without the evil and sacrifice of one man, I would have been dead before my eyes even opened. Regardless of the decade that followed and my life before, the few weeks I spent with the old man made me feel a part of something, as though I belonged.
Shouting matches with beasts, my first kill to protect the man...I understood prayer and it saved me from what I had almost become. I never wanted to be lost to the madness that left me in fits of manic hysteria like some rabid animal. I learned that believing in something had more power than what the true 'nothing' could actually provide. So after my trials and seeing the man disappear into the waterfall of sanctuary from afar, the old questions stung for only the moment it took for me to swallow and steal my resolve and begin building a shelter.
Do I believe in God?
No.
Humans are their own gods. Monsters only have demons.
And I made my choice of which one I wanted to be.
The Fiend blood that runs through Luciel gave him an innate skill in dark magic, though through conviction and faith, the darkness was bent across its own spectrum of physical manipulation, giving birth to light magic. This light magic has few but powerful spells focused on mending and protecting.
While Luciel wields these 'miracles', he is well aware of their origins. Demons bent the material plane to exact fear and devastation upon mankind in ways he seeks to undo through the base spell's understanding.
Luciel's most powerful and frequently casted spell. The translation roughly comes out as 'Loom'.
The intent is to stitch organic matter back together by binding wounds with seemingly golden threads and imbuing flesh with radiant energy which forces the body to quickly heal wounds at speeds that can be visibly observed. Though the whole casting may take anywhere from a few seconds to a minute depending on the severity of the wound, this spell has the capability to mend bone and knit muscle together to the extent of potentially reattaching severed limbs.
- This spell will not restore blood loss.
- Only good for one wound at a time and requires both hands and concentration.
- Can be used to mitigate damage from poison by forcing the victim's body to heal through the poison's effect until it is worked out of the body, naturally. This process can take a long time and is anything but pleasant.
- Therapy from the spell can ease back pain and arthritis brought about by aging, but cannot cure cancer or other diseases that have reemerged and now limit the human life span.
A more diverse form of 'Repth' that is less focused, though the general nature grants surprising benefits. Translated as 'Inspire'.
The expelled energy finds its way into nearby targets in a burst to swiftly boost metabolism with the buffer of magic, granting a significant hike to stamina, endurance and strength. While a side effect enhances the body's natural healing process, this is hardly enough to matter in the heat of combat.
- Good for moral as it temporarily sates fatigue.
- Requires both hands to channel and for targets to remain within 30ft for full effect.
- Doesn't so much bolster strength as it does allow fighters to put everything into every swing with little recovery.
A self-defense spell which vaguely translates to 'Burden'.
While will and spirit can carry a heart as far as legs wish, the spell is the closest to the darkness that Luciel dares to venture. The spell causes natural acids to build up in muscles at an alarming rate by hindering muscle's metabolism rates. The effect quickly tires victims and subjects them to cramps from continued strenuous activity such as running or fighting. The spell cannot be made fatal, and its result heavily depends on the actions of the afflicted.
- Can be cast with one hand, allowing two targets at once.
- Accumulation of amino acids in muscles cause targets to tire 5-10 times as fast. This does not target the heart or lungs but simply persists through concentration until canceled or the target collapses from their muscles simply failing to hold them up any longer.
- Luciel takes no pleasure in the use of the spell, and it is used mainly in self defense to dissuade pursuers or attackers.
- Highly ineffective against ranged attackers who simply need to pull and release a bowstring.
- Highly effective against attackers who need to get close with heavy armor and weapons.
- Spell cannot be focused with both hands to increase the effect. The spell magically stops a bodily function, not reverse it.
- Hearty targets can resist the effect for longer.
- Will probably just piss off greater demons.
Misc
- Usually ignored by some demons such as Fiends which he has a...strange...understanding with, even though they're regarded as one of the more vicious and merciless of beasts.
-Unarmed save for a blunt dagger he uses to harvest wild produce as well as an 'ancient' silver crucifix passed down in his family...and tough antlers, horns, an array of sharp teeth and claws (assuming he lets them grow). |
53,415 | 1,457 | 8 | 1,316 | 226 | How long she had been resting in the tree was beyond her, she had gotten through enough pages of her book before being interrupted. The sounds of something moving towards her caught her attention. She surveyed the area from the branch she was in and saw a being come into sight - whom greeted her immediately. She stared at him, as he adverted eye contact with her. Brielle stared at his horns, and pursed her lips in thought, a smacking sound being produced as she snapped the book shut upon recognition of the mutt. Placing the book back into her satchel quickly, she simultaneously threw the apple she'd been eating away from them - a thud sounding off in the distance as it collided with the earth. Brielle narrowed her eyes at the face of the boy, she had seen him previously - and knew he was one of the few mutts to do business with the Sanctuary.
The narrowing of her eyes was merely her thinking of how to handle the situation, though could probably be taken the wrong way. It took her a moment to recognize him, since she never had to really deal with him. Which was fine by her, she only liked to encounter demons when she was killing them. Unfortunately, in Brielle's mind, King Dominick had a soft spot for mutt-borns, though many who respected his kind would say 'half-breed', she referred to them as 'mutt's'. Her distaste for demons lingered heavily over her life - once your whole family has been slaughtered by them its kind of hard to want to trust any kind of them. She jumped down from the tree branch, and inhaled deeply.
"You're on your way to Sanctuary?" it was a question but came off more like a statement, while walking towards the half-breed.
Brielle was never exactly 'mean', she just wasn't a fan of a demons or any who ran with them. She tried her best to always be rational, but distain hung in the air thickly - due to her tone, and body language. She clenched her bow tightly in her right hand, and forced a small smirk. "I'll walk with you - My day hunting hasn't been so productive...." She groaned, and joined the traveler by his side. Her demeanor seemed to relax a little as they walked together, "What was your name again?" Brielle questioned, moving a low hanging branch out of the way as they moved towards the entrance. | Name: Ysran Stormreach. He doesn't really know his name, so he just threw a few things together.
Age: Around late 20's
Breed: Human. However, demonic exposure has transformed his ears. Many think he is a half-breed.
Personality: Could be described as "Neutral Evil," He isn't explicitly evil, as in, he won't burn down buildings or terrorize people, but in the pursuit of knowledge and power, no price is to great to pay, even if it means resorting to things others may find "Evil"
Equipment: Ysran carries a pack of ritual materials and demonic texts. He also carries a Machete.
Bio: Ysran, or at least that's what he's gone to calling himself now, was a very smart child. He learned to read from his parents, and how to survive out in the wilderness. Because that's where he lived. He lived with a group of humans who were just trying to survive. Yet in his 15th year his entire tribe was destroyed by the demons.
A normal human would have ran, but Ysran was... Fascinated. He stared on, half terrified, half in wonder, as everyone was slaughtered. Yet when a rather human-like demon appeared to finish him, he asked to learn from them. The demons took a great interest in him. A human who would willingly work with them in the pursuit of knowledge. Surprisingly, they accepted his offer.
Forming a pact with them, he would be granted knowledge and demonic power, in exchange for information on how humans lived. How did they interact with each other? How did they make their weapons? The same way they did? These particular set of demons wanted to know, and were willing to offer power. Ysran accepted, and began to slowly return info to the group. He was then told of a place called "Sanctuary". A large congregation of humans? Perfect. He could learn much. He set out, seeking to know what awaits him.
Ysran was granted a small list of spell-like abilities:
A ball of dark energy capable of delivering quite a bit of force, about enough to go through a door. Against living targets, this can knock people down, and it terms of damage, it would take 2-3 to kill a normal person as the darkness burns like a strong acid. You're basically being hit with a bowling ball made of acid.
Attracts all manner of fish and sometimes other aquatic creatures to a singular point. The range can vary from a few inches to several feet.
A zombie-like minion is summoned to do Ysran's bidding. It can follow simple commands such as "Hold this" or "Go there". If told to, the Shambler will follow another person's commands until told otherwise by Ysran. It prioritizes Ysran's commands first. here's a pic.
A fish (or other aquatic creature) is summoned much like a Shambler. These can be anything from a goldfish, to a Great White Shark. However the general rule is, the bigger the creature, the shorter time it has before it is unsummoned. This can be delayed, but requires great concentration from Ysran.
Creates a layer of Scale-like armor around the skin. It doesn't turn your skin into scales,it just created a layer of them on top of the skin. Greater Fishscales is stronger, but normal Fishscales can be cast on others.
Can heal most wounds, poisons, and some diseases. This spell however costs quite a bit of mana, and spell casting time can take a while.
Fills an opponent's lungs with water, drowning them. However first, Ysran must mentally overcome his opponent. The spell also takes a moment to cast, and only lasts as long as Ysran concentrates.
Ysran sends forth a black smokescreen, and all that see within are shown monstrous, disgusting versions of their worst fears come to life. This usually makes people run away, or cower in fear.
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Name
Eden Brown
Age
21
Species
Human
Gender
Male
Description
Eden has a long and lean frame and stands at a height of 6'1 when standing up straight, but he has a very heavy tendency to slouch which makes him appear an inch or so shorter. He has dark brown dreadlocks that he wears in two styles, down or in a nice ponytail. He has brown eyes, a pale complexion and is generally considered very average in appearance.
Personality
Eden is a humble soul who enjoys bringing smiles to all. He is very loyal to those he has formed relationships with and will go the extra mile to ensure that they are well cared for. He is fairly educated and is somewhat of a genius when it comes to attempting to decipher what old world artifacts wouldve previously been, as long as it isnt too complicated.
Bio
Eden never really got the chance to know his parents like many other children did. What is known of them and their time in sanctuary is very little. As far as he knows his mother and father were travelers who wandered the world not knowing who to trust or where they could stay for long. Unlike many orphans who lost their parents to demons, Eden's parents abandoned him during early infancy at entrance to Sanctuary. And from there he was raised among the people of Sanctuary as if they were his own family. For a long while, many speculated that Eden's mother and father had been demons in disguise sent pretend to be a couple in need looking for a place to stay for the night, and had left Eden as some sort of trap. However, as Eden grew over time and showed no signs of being a demon this theory soon disappeared.
When Eden came of age to finally put his effort into the community he wanted to return what the residents had done for him. So he decided to take up the work as a teenager to watch over the younger children and teach them, and after a few years when he became an adult, he was selected to be one of the few trainers for the children. Now he lives his days out helping those in need, he is always willing to take on jobs that aren't his own if it means to return a favor.
Secrets
-Wears the only trinket his mother and father left him with, a necklace with a strange crystal on it.
-He enjoys poking around for things related to the past, more specifically anything music related.
-Spends most of his time at night singing alone somewhere where not many can hear him.
-The Sanctuary
"Haha! Ha...haha...no, I-I'm human! Just like you!"
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Name
061001 - Adam Willius
Age
Unknown, seems in late teens/early twenties
Breed
Demon
Gender
Male
Description
In his human form, Adam stands at 5'7" with light brown hair and lovely green eyes. His skin in this form is a nice pale.
In his demon form, Adam stands at 6'3" with white strands of hair and crimson red eyes. His skin in this form is ghostly white.
Personality
While he appears human, Adam is very kind and passionate about protecting others. He appears especially attractive and innocent. While human, Adam is loving and listens very well. He seems like the perfect nice person. He is silly, and everything a shy and innocent person would be.
However, when he is in his demon form he is the opposite. He is cruel, terrible, and terrifying. He'll protect those who he deems worthy of protecting, but he is mostly uncontrollable and chaotic while in this mode. He's unpredictable.
Backstory
The demons were getting smarter. More clever. They wanted a way to create more of themselves that looked human. So they did. They took what was needed to create a demon, and placed it into the body of a human. The result was Adam.
But Adam was a failure. He didn't want to hurt the humans, he wanted to protect them. He felt...emotions. He was lucky he had his demon form, and he fought his demon parents off. Killed them, and then set out on his own. Did he want...closure? A home? A family? Being a human is confusing. After finding a few and (secretly) learning from them, he's gotten the hang of it. Now, he's one his way to The Sanctuary. He just hopes they don't murder him.
Misc
-In human form, he carries two daggers made from his parent's bones
-Adam finds humans interesting, so if he's to be with one romantically he doesn't care their sex
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NAME
born ariel lin, but has been called sparrow her entire life
AGE
somewhere in her late teens, likely eighteen or nineteen
BREED
entirely human
PERSONALITY
-charismatic -naive
-idealistic -obsessive
-forgiving -passionate
BIOGRAPHY
Oddly enough, Sparrow had a fairly normal childhood. Well, as normal of a childhood as she could have while growing up in the apocalypse. Her parents were loving, patient, and kind, and while she was raised within the confines of a small home in the middle of nowhere, she was a happy child. Her grandfather had built the small home where she was raised in the middle of the woods, hoping to make it a safe place for future generations, and so it was, until the attacks started happening. Her grandparents had long since passed, and Sparrow was somewhere around ten when the first attack happened. The demons took her mother and left young Sparrow with her father. The heartbroken two left their home in search of a safe place. A sanctuary.
They joined the residents of Sanctuary and have been with them ever since. Sparrow's father took the job of a guard, and once old enough Sparrow started working in the kitchens.
MISC.
-sparrow is way too trusting and likes to think there is good in everyone
- Name - Luciel K. Lumiere
Age - Appears early 20s
Breed - Halfbreed (Fiend bloodline)
Luciel stands at 5'10 with thick shoulder-length blonde hair and hazel eyes. Clean and smooth complexion save for freckles. Luciel sports four horns as well as the start of branching antlers, these are kept loosely bound with long strips of cloth which hold an array of symbols and Latin phrases painted in blood. The phrases depict a wide variety of prayers, though the symbols meld together like their own shapeless language which many suspect is demonic script.
Wide pupils constrict vertically into cat-like slits rather than simply narrowing, and reverse in reaction to darkness. Ironically, Luciel is far from a fan of bright light for this reason as it steals color from his vision in return for exceptional sight in low light settings.
Luciel speaks with as little mouth movement, accentuated upper and lower K9 fangs only hinting to the vicious maw behind them. With elastic properties to his facial skin around his double-jointed jaw, the rows of teeth continue another inch back. A bite from Luciel would be equally as horrifying as painful.
Lastly, slender fingers are armored especially around the tips with pale claws. The real oddity is how clean and filed they're kept, leaving them smooth and blunt to the touch...though they have a nasty habit of rapid growth back to razor sharpness if not tended to as religiously as Luciel keeps them.
In a slightly androgynous way, Luciel could be considered beautiful if the eye is willing to look past their monstrous features.
Luciel prefers an attire that resembles cloth, though is silken smooth. Form fitting though humble in its color resembling dried blood with his hues of faded crimson and charcoal black. The shawl worn over the suit holds an addition resembling a collar of burnt silver with a similar fastener linked to a ring around his shoulders.
The suit, itself has no pockets and the lower section integrates built in boots with flat 2-inch boot heels. It's unclear how this attire is put on or taken off, though the silver collar appears to be independent of the ensemble.
The quiet type, Luciel keeps to himself as he is wholly aware of what he is mostly out of fear of humans. This could be considered a predisposition, though his understanding nature reflects the notion to instead paint the situation as an unwillingness to unnerve humans with his appearance...and behavior.
Somewhere in the wasteland, Luciel found what some know as 'God', and his faith pulled him back from the sadistically feral blood that burns in his veins. Indefatigable purpose, empathy and a goal to aid the ailing currently staves off the monster that screams to maul humans and devour their flesh at every given second of every day. Because of this, his worship is obscenely odd and involves acts akin to the live sacrifice of animals, prayer/meditation, dancing in the moonlight (rarely naked) and 'sealing' (entering a trance to scribe the script into strips of cloth which adorn his horns and antlers).
Getting past his quirks, Luciel is a fan of company, though is a man of few words or facial emotions but is eager to serve human guests. His sense of humor can be seen as inappropriate or dark at times, but he means well and simply hasn't had much interaction with humans.
However, his greatest flaw is a vow of pacifism which some would see as his most honorable quality; an unconditional refusal to take life. Though he is far more than capable of defending himself and others with his qualities that separate him from humanity, the idea of drawing blood and being lost to bloodlust is a risk he refuses to take.
The events leading up to Luciel's birth are detailed in ways that have no business being recalled in text. A young woman bore the child of a horrific demon, a process that killed her in the process, leaving her older brother in possession of an abomination that spat in the face of God and Man. However, the small monster was still the last shred of family he had left. Whether it was this realization or simply beholding the unholy bridge between mankind and demons, he was driven into what the rest of his tribe described as madness. While he was ordered by the elders to dash the monster upon rocks and be done with the nightmare, he resisted and foolishly fled with everything his arms could carry, his or not.
My father was a good man. He taught me about the world and how we were the children of the earth and were born to live in fear. How to hunt in spite of my protest, how to harvest crops from the unbroken world...how to hide. I was great at hiding. We would play games where I would hide in the forest for days and father couldn't find me! It was in the woods where I truly learned how to play hide-and-seek with the beasts. Many ran from me, but the biggest one!
The biggest one had horns higher than I could reach! It had three eyes and fangs as big as my arms with HUGE claws! It was so cool! It roared so loud it shook the trees and my own shriek barely made the grass quiver, though that was probably the wind. I wanted it to make the sound again, to stay and tell me what else it knew...but it just...left.
It was years later that I realized how they all leave...
My father was my uncle, some madman who abandoned me in the woods time and time again to be eaten by the beasts who instigated my life. I learned this from an old man wandering the wastes when he found me over my uncle's corpse. Knife still in his hand and slashes across his arms and throat. The old man seemed to know him. More surprisingly, he knew me, told me how I was the child of the devil who killed dozens of those he loved. After an old word used to name the monster, the old man named me 'Luciel' before handing me a silver crucifix, saying that it would protect me.
Truly, he did not care what became of me, or even himself from the look in his eyes. He simply lost too much to have a handle on his old life. I followed him for a distance with everything my arms could carry and whatever I could fit in uncle's backpack in spite of his shouts to leave him be or what books he threw at me.
I...just didn't want to be alone. Even if it meant being at a distance and hated.
Weeks in, the man relented and taught me of the books he carried, the hope in the pages and its message for mankind and the mankind within me. He told me the truth of the world, and each syllable made me hate the man who had lied to me, stole me from my home and abandoned me in the woods countless times.
The old man also taught me about forgiveness...and gratitude. Without the evil and sacrifice of one man, I would have been dead before my eyes even opened. Regardless of the decade that followed and my life before, the few weeks I spent with the old man made me feel a part of something, as though I belonged.
Shouting matches with beasts, my first kill to protect the man...I understood prayer and it saved me from what I had almost become. I never wanted to be lost to the madness that left me in fits of manic hysteria like some rabid animal. I learned that believing in something had more power than what the true 'nothing' could actually provide. So after my trials and seeing the man disappear into the waterfall of sanctuary from afar, the old questions stung for only the moment it took for me to swallow and steal my resolve and begin building a shelter.
Do I believe in God?
No.
Humans are their own gods. Monsters only have demons.
And I made my choice of which one I wanted to be.
The Fiend blood that runs through Luciel gave him an innate skill in dark magic, though through conviction and faith, the darkness was bent across its own spectrum of physical manipulation, giving birth to light magic. This light magic has few but powerful spells focused on mending and protecting.
While Luciel wields these 'miracles', he is well aware of their origins. Demons bent the material plane to exact fear and devastation upon mankind in ways he seeks to undo through the base spell's understanding.
Luciel's most powerful and frequently casted spell. The translation roughly comes out as 'Loom'.
The intent is to stitch organic matter back together by binding wounds with seemingly golden threads and imbuing flesh with radiant energy which forces the body to quickly heal wounds at speeds that can be visibly observed. Though the whole casting may take anywhere from a few seconds to a minute depending on the severity of the wound, this spell has the capability to mend bone and knit muscle together to the extent of potentially reattaching severed limbs.
- This spell will not restore blood loss.
- Only good for one wound at a time and requires both hands and concentration.
- Can be used to mitigate damage from poison by forcing the victim's body to heal through the poison's effect until it is worked out of the body, naturally. This process can take a long time and is anything but pleasant.
- Therapy from the spell can ease back pain and arthritis brought about by aging, but cannot cure cancer or other diseases that have reemerged and now limit the human life span.
A more diverse form of 'Repth' that is less focused, though the general nature grants surprising benefits. Translated as 'Inspire'.
The expelled energy finds its way into nearby targets in a burst to swiftly boost metabolism with the buffer of magic, granting a significant hike to stamina, endurance and strength. While a side effect enhances the body's natural healing process, this is hardly enough to matter in the heat of combat.
- Good for moral as it temporarily sates fatigue.
- Requires both hands to channel and for targets to remain within 30ft for full effect.
- Doesn't so much bolster strength as it does allow fighters to put everything into every swing with little recovery.
A self-defense spell which vaguely translates to 'Burden'.
While will and spirit can carry a heart as far as legs wish, the spell is the closest to the darkness that Luciel dares to venture. The spell causes natural acids to build up in muscles at an alarming rate by hindering muscle's metabolism rates. The effect quickly tires victims and subjects them to cramps from continued strenuous activity such as running or fighting. The spell cannot be made fatal, and its result heavily depends on the actions of the afflicted.
- Can be cast with one hand, allowing two targets at once.
- Accumulation of amino acids in muscles cause targets to tire 5-10 times as fast. This does not target the heart or lungs but simply persists through concentration until canceled or the target collapses from their muscles simply failing to hold them up any longer.
- Luciel takes no pleasure in the use of the spell, and it is used mainly in self defense to dissuade pursuers or attackers.
- Highly ineffective against ranged attackers who simply need to pull and release a bowstring.
- Highly effective against attackers who need to get close with heavy armor and weapons.
- Spell cannot be focused with both hands to increase the effect. The spell magically limits a bodily function, not reverse it.
- Cancelling the spell in any way restores targets to the strength they had if normal exertion was factored in...though cramps can still hurt.
- Hearty targets can resist the effect for longer.
- Will probably just piss off greater demons.
Misc
- Usually ignored by some demons such as Fiends which he has a...strange...understanding with, even though they're regarded as one of the more vicious and merciless of beasts.
-Unarmed save for a blunt dagger he uses to harvest wild produce as well as an 'ancient' silver crucifix passed down in his family...and tough antlers, horns, an array of sharp teeth and claws (assuming he lets them grow).
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AGE
37
BREED
Human
PERSONALITY
-dark -manipulative
-idealistic -obsessive
-righteous -relentless
BIOGRAPHY
He grew up on the northern monastery of the Golden Claws. It is a post apocalyptic human settlement which guards the human occupied lands of the south from northern demonic invasions. For years, since the demons stopped their invasion, there was quiet. All they had to take care of was the occasional demon which tried to pass the border or attempted to pass as a civilian. So you can't really blame them for being unprepared and overwhelmed when a sudden demon attack obliterated the whole monastery. Everyone was killed. Young and old, master and student, no one was spared from the slaughter. They could easily defend against battalions of demon foot soldiers but the thing that attacked them, that monstrosity was never seen before and the fact that it sprung up from the ground, like it was buried there for centuries and had just awoken didn't make the defending any easier.
Numenor was the only one to survive. Now his mission is to travel south, informing any and every settlement along the way of what is to come. They have to know, they have to prepare for the hell fire that is to come...
MISC. |
53,416 | 1,457 | 9 | 2,663 | 35 | He stood there for a moment, pondering how to help the man and his kids then it came to him. He moved carefully and tied the loose tarp to the tops of the wooden post which clung to only one side of it. Doing this would provide the merchant with shade for the day while he worked underneath the market stall. He then reached down for a smooth flat stone and found one that was decent in size and carefully placed it under one of the legs.
"Eh... it's not great, but I think it ought to hold up for the day until you can get it fixed.
"Ah well that's okay I can work on it from home, thanks for you help though I thought I was going to have to wheel all this home for the day. The man replied to him, smiling and shaking his hand in thanks for the deed.
Eden smiled back, giving a toothy grin and wave of the hand. "Well I should get going, times going by and Ill need to be at work soon. Then he started off down the pathway again whilst the children continued working away with their father to get merchandise set up.
The morning air was still cool but the heat of the day was beginning to set in, somewhere distant as Eden walked he could smell food in the air. "Man I would kill for some breakfast" he thought to himself as he carried on. | Name
Eden Brown
Age
21
Species
Human
Gender
Male
Description
Eden has a long and lean frame and stands at a height of 6'1 when standing up straight, but he has a very heavy tendency to slouch which makes him appear an inch or so shorter. He has dark brown dreadlocks that he wears in two styles, down or in a nice ponytail. He has brown eyes, a pale complexion and is generally considered very average in appearance.
Personality
Eden is a humble soul who enjoys bringing smiles to all. He is very loyal to those he has formed relationships with and will go the extra mile to ensure that they are well cared for. He is fairly educated and is somewhat of a genius when it comes to attempting to decipher what old world artifacts wouldve previously been, as long as it isnt too complicated.
Bio
Eden never really got the chance to know his parents like many other children did. What is known of them and their time in sanctuary is very little. As far as he knows his mother and father were travelers who wandered the world not knowing who to trust or where they could stay for long. Unlike many orphans who lost their parents to demons, Eden's parents abandoned him during early infancy at entrance to Sanctuary. And from there he was raised among the people of Sanctuary as if they were his own family. For a long while, many speculated that Eden's mother and father had been demons in disguise sent pretend to be a couple in need looking for a place to stay for the night, and had left Eden as some sort of trap. However, as Eden grew over time and showed no signs of being a demon this theory soon disappeared.
When Eden came of age to finally put his effort into the community he wanted to return what the residents had done for him. So he decided to take up the work as a teenager to watch over the younger children and teach them, and after a few years when he became an adult, he was selected to be one of the few trainers for the children. Now he lives his days out helping those in need, he is always willing to take on jobs that aren't his own if it means to return a favor.
Secrets
-Wears the only trinket his mother and father left him with, a necklace with a strange crystal on it.
-He enjoys poking around for things related to the past, more specifically anything music related.
-Spends most of his time at night singing alone somewhere where not many can hear him. |
53,417 | 1,457 | 10 | 919 | 248 | Adam watched as the girl curtsied, hair falling over her face. He gave a sort of bow as well and chuckled as he came back up. He looked at her, fascinated with the human. He couldn't tear his eyes away from her. When she laughed he gave out a laugh as well and nodded in thanks.
Adam only started blankly at her for a moment as she took his hand. Out of all the possibilities, he did not expect this one.
Why do humans hold hands again? Sign of affection? That's not possible, we just met. He was confused but didn't show it.
"Yes, not as long as me." That's funny. A...joke. Should I make a joke as well, now? He didn't get a chance to, distracted when she took her hand away and apologized. He was disappointed that she'd released his hand and when he realized this, colour rose to Adam's pale face. "I-It's alright, I-I didn't mind," he replied to her apology. Was that right? Was he supposed to admit that? Lord of Demons, he was terrible at this.
Her voice sweetened, and Adam found himself smiling. "Ah, yes, thank you." As they began to walk, he spoke again. "So what do you do here? Or rather, what even is there to do here?" | The Sanctuary
"Haha! Ha...haha...no, I-I'm human! Just like you!"
Street Food
Name
061001 - Adam Willius
Age
Unknown, seems in late teens/early twenties
Breed
Demon
Gender
Male
Description
In his human form, Adam stands at 5'7" with light brown hair and lovely green eyes. His skin in this form is a nice pale.
In his demon form, Adam stands at 6'3" with white strands of hair and crimson red eyes. His skin in this form is ghostly white. He has scales coming out of his back where his spine is, and claws on the ends of his hands.
Personality
While he appears human, Adam is very kind and passionate about protecting others. He appears especially attractive and innocent. While human, Adam is loving and listens very well. He seems like the perfect nice person. He is silly, and everything a shy and innocent person would be.
However, when he is in his demon form he is the opposite. He is cruel, terrible, and terrifying. He'll protect those who he deems worthy of protecting, but he is mostly uncontrollable and chaotic while in this mode. He's unpredictable.
Backstory
The demons were getting smarter. More clever. They wanted a way to create more of themselves that looked human. So they did. They took what was needed to create a demon, and placed it into the body of a human. The result was Adam.
But Adam was a failure. He didn't want to hurt the humans, he wanted to protect them. He felt...emotions. He was lucky he had his demon form, and he fought his demon parents off. Killed them, and then set out on his own. Did he want...closure? A home? A family? Being a human is confusing. After finding a few and (secretly) learning from them, he's gotten the hang of it. Now, he's one his way to The Sanctuary. He just hopes they don't murder him.
Misc
-In human form, he carries two daggers made from his parent's bones
-Adam finds humans interesting, so if he's to be with one romantically he doesn't care their sex |
53,418 | 1,457 | 11 | 1,295 | 125 | "Good question." Sparrow motions for the boy to follow her as she heads down a corridor. "I cook for everyone. Not by myself of course, but I help cook for people here. Baking mostly. I made the most delicious poppy seed muffins this morning, they were positively amazing!" While talking about her cooking Sparrow's voice gets higher pitched and more excited, clearly indicating that her work is one of her passions. "Everyone in Sanctuary has a job. Some of us, like myself, cook. Others assist the royal family in their day to day activities. Still others guard our home, hunt, manage the gardens, clean, scavenge supplies from outside the walls, or train the children. As for what there is to do for fun..." she shrugs and pauses outside of the dinning facility. "I usually make my own fun. I like to read, but in order to find books I have to trade for them. Or go outside." She lowers her voice and leans closer to the boy, her expression getting more serious before she speaks. "Just between us, I'm not scared of them." Upon leaning away from him her bright smile returns and she takes a step into the dinning hall.
People were still eating, and the other cooks were bringing more food out to fill the empty bowls around the tables. Sneaking in between a couple who seemed to be arguing about what kind of meat was being served Sparrow grabs a warm roll and then takes a step back. She tosses it towards the boy. "Catch!" | NAME
born ariel lin, but has been called sparrow her entire life
AGE
somewhere in her late teens, likely eighteen or nineteen
BREED
entirely human
PERSONALITY
-charismatic -naive
-idealistic -obsessive
-forgiving -passionate
BIOGRAPHY
Oddly enough, Sparrow had a fairly normal childhood. Well, as normal of a childhood as she could have while growing up in the apocalypse. Her parents were loving, patient, and kind, and while she was raised within the confines of a small home in the middle of nowhere, she was a happy child. Her grandfather had built the small home where she was raised in the middle of the woods, hoping to make it a safe place for future generations, and so it was, until the attacks started happening. Her grandparents had long since passed, and Sparrow was somewhere around ten when the first attack happened. The demons took her mother and left young Sparrow with her father. The heartbroken two left their home in search of a safe place. A sanctuary.
They joined the residents of Sanctuary and have been with them ever since. Sparrow's father took the job of a guard, and once old enough Sparrow started working in the kitchens.
MISC.
-sparrow is way too trusting and likes to think there is good in everyone |
53,419 | 1,457 | 12 | 986 | 1,735 | Luciel continued in double pace, refusing to look back and even assuming a hunched stance with the hope of either escaping the area of aiming to deflect a blow with a bag of vegetables before the woman spoke. It wasn't a greeting, but instead an acknowledgement of his destination which stopped him dead in his tracks in mid stride. The faint glint of reflections of shadows caught with sharpening pupils looking into the untouched snow knew the motion the woman made after her feet landed behind him. "I only have produce..." he replied to her question voiced as a statement, acknowledging her question and explaining himself in the same instant. "...To trade" his explanation continued, hoping his status was apparent. He dared not draw the bent dagger to offer an example for fear of it being taken the wrong way after hearing the click of bow and arrow.
Humans in such a position would call his charity 'indentured servitude' or 'protection pay'. Without having ever met a representative of the town, Luciel simply hoped his actions would let himself be known enough to actually enter the city...maybe even have audience with the king. For what reason was his thoughts alone, but all of these thoughts raced through his mind along with the notion to run if it weren't for the woman's assertion to walk with him.
Unsure how to react at first, Luciel simply walked on in step with the woman. His demeanor appeared meek, though his free hand gripped the small silver cross. Softly, shapeless words whispered from the mutt who turned his head enough to observe the guards at the gate nearby. "Luciel...Luciel Lumiere" he simply said, assuming the woman had no interest in his story or any kind of chat by her tone. She was there because she needed to be there. Still, nervousness broke his composure for a brief moment as he neared the front gate.
"What do you believe?" his whispered with a flicker of a forked tongue between fangs as he tilted his head down to let the bear skull obscure most of his face.
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"Oh, just in time" One of the guards sighed, sniffling a bit as their eyes went from the cloaked figure to Brielle and then the bulging sacks the cloaked figure carried like a beast of burden. Though the demonic blood fueled a nightmare of muscular strength, it was wasted on toting what would take almost three fully grown men a day to haul. The gesture was beyond the two men at the gate who had been tormented by the smells rising from the mess hall for the last few hours of their shift. Even the archers along the wall were on edge upon seeing the prospect of food, a few even knocking arrows in impatient anticipation to be relieved by the next shift to have at breakfast. Freshly cooked produce mixed with leftovers?
"Goooood morning, Brie" One of the guards at the gate chirped, going so far as to offer a casual bow. Derrick...rotated to the gates from his night shift. He was skilled with a sword and held duty to paramount, he knew all about Luciel and the disguise like most of the guard did. "I guess your hunt was successful!" he chuckled, one hand on his sword as he lowered himself to Luciel's level. Luciel, meanwhile, turned away just slightly enough to earn a glare from the veteran. "And let me guess, you think a few packs of goods will get you something. Aye, mutt?" Derrick cooed, tilting his head while Luci shifted the weight on his shoulders. "I...I need a new trowel" Luciel whispered, edging a step forward and falling to a knee to open the flap of his game bag and reveal the prime produce.
Derrick looked back to the guards of the walls who tensed their bows while he leaned in to rifle through the potatoes. Luciel kept his head lowered and turned until the man abruptly stopped, lifting a hand caked in a squished potato. It was soft, one of the ones on the top in the crate. Crushing it let out a small wisp of steam and Luciel's blood ran cold as he looked up after hearing the sound, eyes accidentally making contact with Derrick's
They were baked.
He'd put yesterdays leftovers into the crate to keep them fresh for lunch with just a bit of heat and fat. Some crushed spices and it was...nothing, it didn't matter anymore once he saw the look in the guard's eyes. He hadn't expected to break his tools and had gotten caught up in emotion to the point of forgetting what he threw in the pack.
It didn't matter, since it was enough of an excuse that Derrick finally had fuel.
"You need to know your place, mutt! Look at this shit!" Derrick exclaimed in spite of Luciel reaching and offering a confused and panicked "No! Please, it was an accident, I-"
But Derrick shouted over the halfbreed, "Offerings of peace!? And you bring us-" he started, reaching into the bag for the next slightly steaming potato and lifting it high before crushing it, "-rotten garbage? Who do you think you are, you accident!? It's steaming with bacteria, for fuck sake!"
"They-...they're baked..." Luciel offered in disbelief that this was happening, growing pale as snow until Derrick took ahold of the straps and planted a boot to his chest to peel the packs from them and kicking them a ways down the small slope. "Baked with parasites at this point..." Derrick spat, quickly being interrupted by Luciel who shrieked, "I just need tools! I will bring you anything you want!"
Derrick looked back, a pack in each hand. "I have a lot to sort...Brielle?" he commented with a wink before dropping a bag to lift a hand. "Archers!!" he barked, Luciel only able to watch in horror as four...six...eight?
Archers drew their bows waiting for the command to fire and execute the 'sabatour'. They looked unsure, wondering which of them would be the first to loose an arrow and give them a reason to. A few even looked to Brielle, aware of who she was and hopeful that she could shed some light on the issue since it was no secret that Derrick was a bit of a dick even to his fellow man. | Name - Luciel K. Lumiere
Age - Appears early 20s (Likely late 20s)
Breed - Halfbreed (Fiend bloodline)
Luciel stands at 5'10 with thick shoulder-length blonde hair and hazel eyes. Clean and smooth complexion save for freckles. Luciel sports four horns as well as the start of branching antlers, these are kept loosely bound with long strips of cloth which hold an array of symbols and Latin phrases painted in blood. The phrases depict a wide variety of prayers, though the symbols meld together like their own shapeless language which many suspect is demonic script.
Wide pupils constrict vertically into cat-like slits rather than simply narrowing, and reverse in reaction to darkness. Ironically, Luciel is far from a fan of bright light for this reason as it steals color from his vision in return for exceptional sight in low light settings.
Luciel speaks with as little mouth movement, accentuated upper and lower K9 fangs only hinting to the vicious maw behind them. With elastic properties to his facial skin around his double-jointed jaw, the rows of teeth continue another inch back. A bite from Luciel would be equally as horrifying as painful.
Lastly, slender fingers are armored especially around the tips with pale claws. The real oddity is how clean and filed they're kept, leaving them smooth and blunt to the touch...though they have a nasty habit of rapid growth back to razor sharpness if not tended to as religiously as Luciel keeps them.
In a slightly androgynous way, Luciel could be considered beautiful if the eye is willing to look past their monstrous features.
Luciel prefers an attire that resembles cloth, though is silken smooth. Form fitting though humble in its color resembling dried blood with his hues of faded crimson and charcoal black. The shawl worn over the suit holds an addition resembling a collar of burnt silver with a similar fastener linked to a ring around his shoulders.
The suit, itself has no pockets and the lower section integrates built in boots with flat 2-inch boot heels. It's unclear how this attire is put on or taken off, though the silver collar appears to be independent of the ensemble.
The quiet type, Luciel keeps to himself as he is wholly aware of what he is mostly out of fear of humans. This could be considered a predisposition, though his understanding nature reflects the notion to instead paint the situation as an unwillingness to unnerve humans with his appearance...and behavior.
Somewhere in the wasteland, Luciel found what some know as 'God', and his faith pulled him back from the sadistically feral blood that burns in his veins. Indefatigable purpose, empathy and a goal to aid the ailing currently staves off the monster that screams to maul humans and devour their flesh at every given second of every day. Because of this, his worship is obscenely odd and involves acts akin to the live sacrifice of animals, prayer/meditation, dancing in the moonlight (rarely naked) and 'sealing' (entering a trance to scribe the script into strips of cloth which adorn his horns and antlers).
Getting past his quirks, Luciel is a fan of company, though is a man of few words or facial emotions but is eager to serve human guests. His sense of humor can be seen as inappropriate or dark at times, but he means well and simply hasn't had much interaction with humans.
However, his greatest flaw is a vow of pacifism which some would see as his most honorable quality; an unconditional refusal to take life. Though he is far more than capable of defending himself and others with his qualities that separate him from humanity, the idea of drawing blood and being lost to bloodlust is a risk he refuses to take.
The events leading up to Luciel's birth are detailed in ways that have no business being recalled in text. A young woman bore the child of a horrific demon, a process that killed her in the process, leaving her older brother in possession of an abomination that spat in the face of God and Man. However, the small monster was still the last shred of family he had left. Whether it was this realization or simply beholding the unholy bridge between mankind and demons, he was driven into what the rest of his tribe described as madness. While he was ordered by the elders to dash the monster upon rocks and be done with the nightmare, he resisted and foolishly fled with everything his arms could carry, his or not.
My father was a good man. He taught me about the world and how we were the children of the earth and were born to live in fear. How to hunt in spite of my protest, how to harvest crops from the unbroken world...how to hide. I was great at hiding. We would play games where I would hide in the forest for days and father couldn't find me! It was in the woods where I truly learned how to play hide-and-seek with the beasts. Many ran from me, but the biggest one!
The biggest one had horns higher than I could reach! It had three eyes and fangs as big as my arms with HUGE claws! It was so cool! It roared so loud it shook the trees and my own shriek barely made the grass quiver, though that was probably the wind. I wanted it to make the sound again, to stay and tell me what else it knew...but it just...left.
It was years later that I realized how they all leave...
My father was my uncle, some madman who abandoned me in the woods time and time again to be eaten by the beasts who instigated my life. I learned this from an old man wandering the wastes when he found me over my uncle's corpse. Knife still in his hand and slashes across his arms and throat. The old man seemed to know him. More surprisingly, he knew me, told me how I was the child of the devil who killed dozens of those he loved. After an old word used to name the monster, the old man named me 'Luciel' before handing me a silver crucifix, saying that it would protect me.
Truly, he did not care what became of me, or even himself from the look in his eyes. He simply lost too much to have a handle on his old life. I followed him for a distance with everything my arms could carry and whatever I could fit in uncle's backpack in spite of his shouts to leave him be or what books he threw at me.
I...just didn't want to be alone. Even if it meant being at a distance and hated.
Weeks in, the man relented and taught me of the books he carried, the hope in the pages and its message for mankind and the mankind within me. He told me the truth of the world, and each syllable made me hate the man who had lied to me, stole me from my home and abandoned me in the woods countless times.
The old man also taught me about forgiveness...and gratitude. Without the evil and sacrifice of one man, I would have been dead before my eyes even opened. Regardless of the decade that followed and my life before, the few weeks I spent with the old man made me feel a part of something, as though I belonged.
Shouting matches with beasts, my first kill to protect the man...I understood prayer and it saved me from what I had almost become. I never wanted to be lost to the madness that left me in fits of manic hysteria like some rabid animal. I learned that believing in something had more power than what the true 'nothing' could actually provide. So after my trials and seeing the man disappear into the waterfall of sanctuary from afar, the old questions stung for only the moment it took for me to swallow and steal my resolve and begin building a shelter.
Do I believe in God?
No.
Humans are their own gods. Monsters only have demons.
And I made my choice of which one I wanted to be.
The Fiend blood that runs through Luciel gave him an innate skill in dark magic, though through conviction and faith, the darkness was bent across its own spectrum of physical manipulation, giving birth to light magic. This light magic has few but powerful spells focused on mending and protecting.
While Luciel wields these 'miracles', he is well aware of their origins. Demons bent the material plane to exact fear and devastation upon mankind in ways he seeks to undo through the base spell's understanding.
Luciel's most powerful and frequently casted spell. The translation roughly comes out as 'Loom'.
The intent is to stitch organic matter back together by binding wounds with seemingly golden threads and imbuing flesh with radiant energy which forces the body to quickly heal wounds at speeds that can be visibly observed. Though the whole casting may take anywhere from a few seconds to a minute depending on the severity of the wound, this spell has the capability to mend bone and knit muscle together to the extent of potentially reattaching severed limbs.
- This spell will not restore blood loss.
- Only good for one wound at a time and requires both hands and concentration.
- Can be used to mitigate damage from poison by forcing the victim's body to heal through the poison's effect until it is worked out of the body, naturally. This process can take a long time and is anything but pleasant.
- Therapy from the spell can ease back pain and arthritis brought about by aging, but cannot cure cancer or other diseases that have reemerged and now limit the human life span.
A more diverse form of 'Repth' that is less focused, though the general nature grants surprising benefits. Translated as 'Inspire'.
The expelled energy finds its way into nearby targets in a burst to swiftly boost metabolism with the buffer of magic, granting a significant hike to stamina, endurance and strength. While a side effect enhances the body's natural healing process, this is hardly enough to matter in the heat of combat.
- Good for moral as it temporarily sates fatigue.
- Requires both hands to channel and for targets to remain within 30ft for full effect.
- Doesn't so much bolster strength as it does allow fighters to put everything into every swing with little recovery.
A self-defense spell which vaguely translates to 'Burden'.
While will and spirit can carry a heart as far as legs wish, the spell is the closest to the darkness that Luciel dares to venture. The spell causes natural acids to build up in muscles at an alarming rate by hindering muscle's metabolism rates. The effect quickly tires victims and subjects them to cramps from continued strenuous activity such as running or fighting. The spell cannot be made fatal, and its result heavily depends on the actions of the afflicted.
- Can be cast with one hand, allowing two targets at once.
- Accumulation of amino acids in muscles cause targets to tire 5-10 times as fast. This does not target the heart or lungs but simply persists through concentration until canceled or the target collapses from their muscles simply failing to hold them up any longer.
- Luciel takes no pleasure in the use of the spell, and it is used mainly in self defense to dissuade pursuers or attackers.
- Highly ineffective against ranged attackers who simply need to pull and release a bowstring.
- Highly effective against attackers who need to get close with heavy armor and weapons.
- Spell cannot be focused with both hands to increase the effect. The spell magically stops a bodily function, not reverse it.
- Hearty targets can resist the effect for longer.
- Will probably just piss off greater demons.
Misc
- Usually ignored by some demons such as Fiends which he has a...strange...understanding with, even though they're regarded as one of the more vicious and merciless of beasts.
-Unarmed save for a blunt dagger he uses to harvest wild produce as well as an 'ancient' silver crucifix passed down in his family...and tough antlers, horns, an array of sharp teeth and claws (assuming he lets them grow). |
53,420 | 1,457 | 13 | 919 | 248 | Adam nodded in return, although he had no idea what 'baking' was. "Poppy seed muffin?" he questioned, excited to see what that was. What would he do here? Perhaps cook, like this girl. 'This girl'. What to even call her? Oh! That was something humans did, right? They had names that they called each other by.
When the girl leaned closer, he blushed, and told him that she wasn't afraid of 'them', it took him a moment to recognize what she was talking about. Demons. Like him.
"Y-You're not?" he asked, surprised that a human was possible of not hating 'them'. Before he could continue to question her further, she told him to "Catch!", and threw him something. He caught it with amazing reflexes.
"Thanks," he said, looking at the roll. It emitted some heat in his hands, and he assumed this was the "baking" she had talked about. He brought it to his mouth, and took a bite.
The taste.... The warmth.... It seemed to melt in his mouth, and it was heaven.
"You made this?!" He asked, his mouth semi-full. He gave a small giggle, and swallowed the food. "This is...amazing! I haven't tasted something like this." Finally, he came back to the whole 'name thing'. "I-I'm Adam by the way." | The Sanctuary
"Haha! Ha...haha...no, I-I'm human! Just like you!"
Street Food
Name
061001 - Adam Willius
Age
Unknown, seems in late teens/early twenties
Breed
Demon
Gender
Male
Description
In his human form, Adam stands at 5'7" with light brown hair and lovely green eyes. His skin in this form is a nice pale.
In his demon form, Adam stands at 6'3" with white strands of hair and crimson red eyes. His skin in this form is ghostly white. He has scales coming out of his back where his spine is, and claws on the ends of his hands.
Personality
While he appears human, Adam is very kind and passionate about protecting others. He appears especially attractive and innocent. While human, Adam is loving and listens very well. He seems like the perfect nice person. He is silly, and everything a shy and innocent person would be.
However, when he is in his demon form he is the opposite. He is cruel, terrible, and terrifying. He'll protect those who he deems worthy of protecting, but he is mostly uncontrollable and chaotic while in this mode. He's unpredictable.
Backstory
The demons were getting smarter. More clever. They wanted a way to create more of themselves that looked human. So they did. They took what was needed to create a demon, and placed it into the body of a human. The result was Adam.
But Adam was a failure. He didn't want to hurt the humans, he wanted to protect them. He felt...emotions. He was lucky he had his demon form, and he fought his demon parents off. Killed them, and then set out on his own. Did he want...closure? A home? A family? Being a human is confusing. After finding a few and (secretly) learning from them, he's gotten the hang of it. Now, he's one his way to The Sanctuary. He just hopes they don't murder him.
Misc
-In human form, he carries two daggers made from his parent's bones
-Adam finds humans interesting, so if he's to be with one romantically he doesn't care their sex |
53,421 | 1,457 | 14 | 1,415 | 573 | Ysran walked the streets looking for someone selling clothes, or... something of the like. The closest thing he could find was a man selling robes, much like his, but in lighter colors. Lighter blues, a couple of pinks, even a green. He saw a few others wearing robes, and decided he'd blend in enough. If anybody asked, he'd just say he's a foreigner. But then there's the matter of his ears... Apparently half-breeds were shunned and hated. He himself wasn't a half-breed, but certain... exposures had changed him. With any luck, he could pass it off as a birth defect.
He leaned back against another wall, observing the humans once more. What else would he need to know? What about their diet? That may be useful. Looking around, the few that were eating seemed to be eating meats, cheeses, and breads, with the occasional fruit or vegetable. Hm... perhaps he could try interacting with someone? No, that would only raise suspicions. Better to let others start the interactions, and avoid direct questions. For now, he would need to continue his observations. There was much to learn. | Name: Ysran Stormreach. He doesn't really know his name, so he just threw a few things together.
Age: Around late 20's
Breed: Human. However, demonic exposure has transformed his ears. Many think he is a half-breed.
Personality: Could be described as "Neutral Evil," He isn't explicitly evil, as in, he won't burn down buildings or terrorize people, but in the pursuit of knowledge and power, no price is to great to pay, even if it means resorting to things others may find "Evil"
Equipment: Ysran carries a pack of ritual materials and demonic texts. He also carries a Machete.
Bio: Ysran, or at least that's what he's gone to calling himself now, was a very smart child. He learned to read from his parents, and how to survive out in the wilderness. Because that's where he lived. He lived with a group of humans who were just trying to survive. Yet in his 15th year his entire tribe was destroyed by the demons.
A normal human would have ran, but Ysran was... Fascinated. He stared on, half terrified, half in wonder, as everyone was slaughtered. Yet when a rather human-like demon appeared to finish him, he asked to learn from them. The demons took a great interest in him. A human who would willingly work with them in the pursuit of knowledge. Surprisingly, they accepted his offer.
Forming a pact with them, he would be granted knowledge and demonic power, in exchange for information on how humans lived. How did they interact with each other? How did they make their weapons? The same way they did? These particular set of demons wanted to know, and were willing to offer power. Ysran accepted, and began to slowly return info to the group. He was then told of a place called "Sanctuary". A large congregation of humans? Perfect. He could learn much. He set out, seeking to know what awaits him.
Ysran was granted a small list of spell-like abilities:
A ball of dark energy capable of delivering quite a bit of force, about enough to go through a door. Against living targets, this can knock people down, and it terms of damage, it would take 2-3 to kill a normal person as the darkness burns like a strong acid. You're basically being hit with a bowling ball made of acid.
Attracts all manner of fish and sometimes other aquatic creatures to a singular point. The range can vary from a few inches to several feet.
A zombie-like minion is summoned to do Ysran's bidding. It can follow simple commands such as "Hold this" or "Go there". If told to, the Shambler will follow another person's commands until told otherwise by Ysran. It prioritizes Ysran's commands first. here's a pic.
A fish (or other aquatic creature) is summoned much like a Shambler. These can be anything from a goldfish, to a Great White Shark. However the general rule is, the bigger the creature, the shorter time it has before it is unsummoned. This can be delayed, but requires great concentration from Ysran.
Creates a layer of Scale-like armor around the skin. It doesn't turn your skin into scales,it just created a layer of them on top of the skin. Greater Fishscales is stronger, but normal Fishscales can be cast on others.
Can heal most wounds, poisons, and some diseases. This spell however costs quite a bit of mana, and spell casting time can take a while.
Fills an opponent's lungs with water, drowning them. However first, Ysran must mentally overcome his opponent. The spell also takes a moment to cast, and only lasts as long as Ysran concentrates.
Ysran sends forth a black smokescreen, and all that see within are shown monstrous, disgusting versions of their worst fears come to life. This usually makes people run away, or cower in fear. |
53,422 | 1,457 | 15 | 1,295 | 125 | Sparrow watches intently as the boy devours the muffin she had given him. "I'm glad you like it, Larra and I made those this morning," she explains. Grabbing a few more items from the main table she sets them on a plate and hands the food over to the boy and motions for him to sit at one of the empty tables. It seemed most were finishing up eating, and the realization that she would likely soon be called back to the kitchen to work on lunch dawned on her while the boy was saying his name.
"Everyone here calls me Sparrow," she replies, even though he hadn't asked for her name. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Adam, and I'm thrilled you're enjoying the food. I positively love baking." She pulls the small folded cloth from her dress pocket and sets it on the table, revealing the rest of a slice of bread and the cheese she hadn't quite finished earlier, as well as some nuts. She picks at her food, quieting down while she thinks of a way to get out of her afternoon duties.
"Would you like to go outside the city with me?" The words came suddenly out of her mouth and a toothy grin crosses her face. "I'm supposed to help prepare lunch soon, but if I wasn't actually here they couldn't make me work. Besides, I think I've earned a day off." Her eyes study Adam closely and she leans in his direction in anticipation of his response. | NAME
born ariel lin, but has been called sparrow her entire life
AGE
somewhere in her late teens, likely eighteen or nineteen
BREED
entirely human
PERSONALITY
-charismatic -naive
-idealistic -obsessive
-forgiving -passionate
BIOGRAPHY
Oddly enough, Sparrow had a fairly normal childhood. Well, as normal of a childhood as she could have while growing up in the apocalypse. Her parents were loving, patient, and kind, and while she was raised within the confines of a small home in the middle of nowhere, she was a happy child. Her grandfather had built the small home where she was raised in the middle of the woods, hoping to make it a safe place for future generations, and so it was, until the attacks started happening. Her grandparents had long since passed, and Sparrow was somewhere around ten when the first attack happened. The demons took her mother and left young Sparrow with her father. The heartbroken two left their home in search of a safe place. A sanctuary.
They joined the residents of Sanctuary and have been with them ever since. Sparrow's father took the job of a guard, and once old enough Sparrow started working in the kitchens.
MISC.
-sparrow is way too trusting and likes to think there is good in everyone |
53,423 | 1,457 | 16 | 1,316 | 226 | I only have produce...
She blinked a few times, upon staring at the mutt inquisitively - Brielle lightly knew as to why he came to the Sanctuary. So she didn't care to futher question him. For the Villagers that hunted/guarded/dealt with newcomers - they were updated frequently on newcomers that were accepted into the village. King Dominick was a righteous man, he was kind and offered a hand of help to those in need - when others turned a blind eye. Unfortunately, due to Brielle's families circumstance's she disagreed with the King on these matters. Not seeing why they needed any Mutt's around. But because she was someone who guarded & aided the 'people', she saw it as her duty to protect everyone - regardless of species. The years of being a hunter and encountering Mutt's was certainly helping her get over her hatred. But the road to recovery was a very, very long one for her. Through the years - the King interviewed many Mutt's, and had them escorted through town. There has been few that no longer require escorts anymore - but of course there are always newcomers. These interviews merely determined if he saw them as whole-hearted, or truly demonic. So far, the King handn't been wrong about any he allowed to coexist with Sanctuary. Which in turn, was why Brielle tried to not be so hard on those she encountered. She stared at his outfit, not understanding how it came together or even could be taken off. The walk to the gate was silent, she could clearly feel a tension and wasn't exactly opposed to it. "Luciel.." She almost hummed, and nodded with affirmation.
"Goooood morning, Brie" Someone chirped, she gave a nod towards the Guard. He wasn't particularly her favorite - a stereotypical guard that abused the power he was given. "Good morning - Derrick," Brielle expressed a tight-lipped, unenthused smile. She looked to Luciel as he made a comment about her hunt being successful. She saw how uncomfortable his demeanor became as Derrick got in his, his face was twisted with what Brielle read as fear.
"I...I need a new trowel" His voice was so light, she felt it pull on her heartstring as irritation welled up for even feeling bad. Confliction weighed in. She did nothing though, but watch it all unfold. She was giving a test of her own, to see how this Mutt would react back.
Brielle grimaced though as she saw Derrick's personality in full force, her eyes left the two for a moment and skimmed the area. Noticing it was causing a small commotion from the morning crowd of beggars, rising village dwellers, and shop owners setting up for the day. "Derrick...maybe you should calm down," She said. A few familiar faces making eye contact with her, as the scenario unfolded, she felt her heart start to race. The boy's shrill shriek brought her view back to the two, he was basically pleading for his life now - in that moment she decided he had no ill intentions. Instinctively she drew an arrow from its holder on her back, and quickly armed her bow - pointing it directly at Derricks face. She surprised herself in doing this 'Well, I have to follow through now..'
The arrow quivered for a moment, she wasn't the best with confrontation. "There should never be a day, that one should have point their weapon on their fellow comrade..." She barked loudly, "Pick up your stuff..." Her gaze shifted to Lucile, nodding towards the things Derrick had ever so kindly made a mess of. "We allllll know, Derrick, the King wouldn't approve of this. Regardless if we do, or not..." She gritted her teeth, a little bit of anger welling up for sticking up for a Mutt. But at the same time, she couldn't condone his actions. She lowered her Bow as Derrick reacted.
"H-He's being escorted, by me. Inside. And will be under my watch for the day. Touch him, I'll shoot you - we all know I don't miss". She made this threat out to everybody in the immediate area. That was the truth, the same could not be said about her close range fighting though. She walked forward past Derrick into the Sanctuary, turning back and crossing her arms as she locked gazes with Derrick again angrily. "Come on," She ordered to Lucile, her eyes still locked with the stubborn guard. "Goran is gonna be pleased to hear about this...." She stuck her tongue out, spun around on her heel and walked further inside.
(if you want to join in) | Name: Ysran Stormreach. He doesn't really know his name, so he just threw a few things together.
Age: Around late 20's
Breed: Human. However, demonic exposure has transformed his ears. Many think he is a half-breed.
Personality: Could be described as "Neutral Evil," He isn't explicitly evil, as in, he won't burn down buildings or terrorize people, but in the pursuit of knowledge and power, no price is to great to pay, even if it means resorting to things others may find "Evil"
Equipment: Ysran carries a pack of ritual materials and demonic texts. He also carries a Machete.
Bio: Ysran, or at least that's what he's gone to calling himself now, was a very smart child. He learned to read from his parents, and how to survive out in the wilderness. Because that's where he lived. He lived with a group of humans who were just trying to survive. Yet in his 15th year his entire tribe was destroyed by the demons.
A normal human would have ran, but Ysran was... Fascinated. He stared on, half terrified, half in wonder, as everyone was slaughtered. Yet when a rather human-like demon appeared to finish him, he asked to learn from them. The demons took a great interest in him. A human who would willingly work with them in the pursuit of knowledge. Surprisingly, they accepted his offer.
Forming a pact with them, he would be granted knowledge and demonic power, in exchange for information on how humans lived. How did they interact with each other? How did they make their weapons? The same way they did? These particular set of demons wanted to know, and were willing to offer power. Ysran accepted, and began to slowly return info to the group. He was then told of a place called "Sanctuary". A large congregation of humans? Perfect. He could learn much. He set out, seeking to know what awaits him.
Ysran was granted a small list of spell-like abilities:
A ball of dark energy capable of delivering quite a bit of force, about enough to go through a door. Against living targets, this can knock people down, and it terms of damage, it would take 2-3 to kill a normal person as the darkness burns like a strong acid. You're basically being hit with a bowling ball made of acid.
Attracts all manner of fish and sometimes other aquatic creatures to a singular point. The range can vary from a few inches to several feet.
A zombie-like minion is summoned to do Ysran's bidding. It can follow simple commands such as "Hold this" or "Go there". If told to, the Shambler will follow another person's commands until told otherwise by Ysran. It prioritizes Ysran's commands first. here's a pic.
A fish (or other aquatic creature) is summoned much like a Shambler. These can be anything from a goldfish, to a Great White Shark. However the general rule is, the bigger the creature, the shorter time it has before it is unsummoned. This can be delayed, but requires great concentration from Ysran.
Creates a layer of Scale-like armor around the skin. It doesn't turn your skin into scales,it just created a layer of them on top of the skin. Greater Fishscales is stronger, but normal Fishscales can be cast on others.
Can heal most wounds, poisons, and some diseases. This spell however costs quite a bit of mana, and spell casting time can take a while.
Fills an opponent's lungs with water, drowning them. However first, Ysran must mentally overcome his opponent. The spell also takes a moment to cast, and only lasts as long as Ysran concentrates.
Ysran sends forth a black smokescreen, and all that see within are shown monstrous, disgusting versions of their worst fears come to life. This usually makes people run away, or cower in fear.
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Name
Eden Brown
Age
21
Species
Human
Gender
Male
Description
Eden has a long and lean frame and stands at a height of 6'1 when standing up straight, but he has a very heavy tendency to slouch which makes him appear an inch or so shorter. He has dark brown dreadlocks that he wears in two styles, down or in a nice ponytail. He has brown eyes, a pale complexion and is generally considered very average in appearance.
Personality
Eden is a humble soul who enjoys bringing smiles to all. He is very loyal to those he has formed relationships with and will go the extra mile to ensure that they are well cared for. He is fairly educated and is somewhat of a genius when it comes to attempting to decipher what old world artifacts wouldve previously been, as long as it isnt too complicated.
Bio
Eden never really got the chance to know his parents like many other children did. What is known of them and their time in sanctuary is very little. As far as he knows his mother and father were travelers who wandered the world not knowing who to trust or where they could stay for long. Unlike many orphans who lost their parents to demons, Eden's parents abandoned him during early infancy at entrance to Sanctuary. And from there he was raised among the people of Sanctuary as if they were his own family. For a long while, many speculated that Eden's mother and father had been demons in disguise sent pretend to be a couple in need looking for a place to stay for the night, and had left Eden as some sort of trap. However, as Eden grew over time and showed no signs of being a demon this theory soon disappeared.
When Eden came of age to finally put his effort into the community he wanted to return what the residents had done for him. So he decided to take up the work as a teenager to watch over the younger children and teach them, and after a few years when he became an adult, he was selected to be one of the few trainers for the children. Now he lives his days out helping those in need, he is always willing to take on jobs that aren't his own if it means to return a favor.
Secrets
-Wears the only trinket his mother and father left him with, a necklace with a strange crystal on it.
-He enjoys poking around for things related to the past, more specifically anything music related.
-Spends most of his time at night singing alone somewhere where not many can hear him.
-The Sanctuary
"Haha! Ha...haha...no, I-I'm human! Just like you!"
Street Food
Name
061001 - Adam Willius
Age
Unknown, seems in late teens/early twenties
Breed
Demon
Gender
Male
Description
In his human form, Adam stands at 5'7" with light brown hair and lovely green eyes. His skin in this form is a nice pale.
In his demon form, Adam stands at 6'3" with white strands of hair and crimson red eyes. His skin in this form is ghostly white.
Personality
While he appears human, Adam is very kind and passionate about protecting others. He appears especially attractive and innocent. While human, Adam is loving and listens very well. He seems like the perfect nice person. He is silly, and everything a shy and innocent person would be.
However, when he is in his demon form he is the opposite. He is cruel, terrible, and terrifying. He'll protect those who he deems worthy of protecting, but he is mostly uncontrollable and chaotic while in this mode. He's unpredictable.
Backstory
The demons were getting smarter. More clever. They wanted a way to create more of themselves that looked human. So they did. They took what was needed to create a demon, and placed it into the body of a human. The result was Adam.
But Adam was a failure. He didn't want to hurt the humans, he wanted to protect them. He felt...emotions. He was lucky he had his demon form, and he fought his demon parents off. Killed them, and then set out on his own. Did he want...closure? A home? A family? Being a human is confusing. After finding a few and (secretly) learning from them, he's gotten the hang of it. Now, he's one his way to The Sanctuary. He just hopes they don't murder him.
Misc
-In human form, he carries two daggers made from his parent's bones
-Adam finds humans interesting, so if he's to be with one romantically he doesn't care their sex
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NAME
born ariel lin, but has been called sparrow her entire life
AGE
somewhere in her late teens, likely eighteen or nineteen
BREED
entirely human
PERSONALITY
-charismatic -naive
-idealistic -obsessive
-forgiving -passionate
BIOGRAPHY
Oddly enough, Sparrow had a fairly normal childhood. Well, as normal of a childhood as she could have while growing up in the apocalypse. Her parents were loving, patient, and kind, and while she was raised within the confines of a small home in the middle of nowhere, she was a happy child. Her grandfather had built the small home where she was raised in the middle of the woods, hoping to make it a safe place for future generations, and so it was, until the attacks started happening. Her grandparents had long since passed, and Sparrow was somewhere around ten when the first attack happened. The demons took her mother and left young Sparrow with her father. The heartbroken two left their home in search of a safe place. A sanctuary.
They joined the residents of Sanctuary and have been with them ever since. Sparrow's father took the job of a guard, and once old enough Sparrow started working in the kitchens.
MISC.
-sparrow is way too trusting and likes to think there is good in everyone
- Name - Luciel K. Lumiere
Age - Appears early 20s
Breed - Halfbreed (Fiend bloodline)
Luciel stands at 5'10 with thick shoulder-length blonde hair and hazel eyes. Clean and smooth complexion save for freckles. Luciel sports four horns as well as the start of branching antlers, these are kept loosely bound with long strips of cloth which hold an array of symbols and Latin phrases painted in blood. The phrases depict a wide variety of prayers, though the symbols meld together like their own shapeless language which many suspect is demonic script.
Wide pupils constrict vertically into cat-like slits rather than simply narrowing, and reverse in reaction to darkness. Ironically, Luciel is far from a fan of bright light for this reason as it steals color from his vision in return for exceptional sight in low light settings.
Luciel speaks with as little mouth movement, accentuated upper and lower K9 fangs only hinting to the vicious maw behind them. With elastic properties to his facial skin around his double-jointed jaw, the rows of teeth continue another inch back. A bite from Luciel would be equally as horrifying as painful.
Lastly, slender fingers are armored especially around the tips with pale claws. The real oddity is how clean and filed they're kept, leaving them smooth and blunt to the touch...though they have a nasty habit of rapid growth back to razor sharpness if not tended to as religiously as Luciel keeps them.
In a slightly androgynous way, Luciel could be considered beautiful if the eye is willing to look past their monstrous features.
Luciel prefers an attire that resembles cloth, though is silken smooth. Form fitting though humble in its color resembling dried blood with his hues of faded crimson and charcoal black. The shawl worn over the suit holds an addition resembling a collar of burnt silver with a similar fastener linked to a ring around his shoulders.
The suit, itself has no pockets and the lower section integrates built in boots with flat 2-inch boot heels. It's unclear how this attire is put on or taken off, though the silver collar appears to be independent of the ensemble.
The quiet type, Luciel keeps to himself as he is wholly aware of what he is mostly out of fear of humans. This could be considered a predisposition, though his understanding nature reflects the notion to instead paint the situation as an unwillingness to unnerve humans with his appearance...and behavior.
Somewhere in the wasteland, Luciel found what some know as 'God', and his faith pulled him back from the sadistically feral blood that burns in his veins. Indefatigable purpose, empathy and a goal to aid the ailing currently staves off the monster that screams to maul humans and devour their flesh at every given second of every day. Because of this, his worship is obscenely odd and involves acts akin to the live sacrifice of animals, prayer/meditation, dancing in the moonlight (rarely naked) and 'sealing' (entering a trance to scribe the script into strips of cloth which adorn his horns and antlers).
Getting past his quirks, Luciel is a fan of company, though is a man of few words or facial emotions but is eager to serve human guests. His sense of humor can be seen as inappropriate or dark at times, but he means well and simply hasn't had much interaction with humans.
However, his greatest flaw is a vow of pacifism which some would see as his most honorable quality; an unconditional refusal to take life. Though he is far more than capable of defending himself and others with his qualities that separate him from humanity, the idea of drawing blood and being lost to bloodlust is a risk he refuses to take.
The events leading up to Luciel's birth are detailed in ways that have no business being recalled in text. A young woman bore the child of a horrific demon, a process that killed her in the process, leaving her older brother in possession of an abomination that spat in the face of God and Man. However, the small monster was still the last shred of family he had left. Whether it was this realization or simply beholding the unholy bridge between mankind and demons, he was driven into what the rest of his tribe described as madness. While he was ordered by the elders to dash the monster upon rocks and be done with the nightmare, he resisted and foolishly fled with everything his arms could carry, his or not.
My father was a good man. He taught me about the world and how we were the children of the earth and were born to live in fear. How to hunt in spite of my protest, how to harvest crops from the unbroken world...how to hide. I was great at hiding. We would play games where I would hide in the forest for days and father couldn't find me! It was in the woods where I truly learned how to play hide-and-seek with the beasts. Many ran from me, but the biggest one!
The biggest one had horns higher than I could reach! It had three eyes and fangs as big as my arms with HUGE claws! It was so cool! It roared so loud it shook the trees and my own shriek barely made the grass quiver, though that was probably the wind. I wanted it to make the sound again, to stay and tell me what else it knew...but it just...left.
It was years later that I realized how they all leave...
My father was my uncle, some madman who abandoned me in the woods time and time again to be eaten by the beasts who instigated my life. I learned this from an old man wandering the wastes when he found me over my uncle's corpse. Knife still in his hand and slashes across his arms and throat. The old man seemed to know him. More surprisingly, he knew me, told me how I was the child of the devil who killed dozens of those he loved. After an old word used to name the monster, the old man named me 'Luciel' before handing me a silver crucifix, saying that it would protect me.
Truly, he did not care what became of me, or even himself from the look in his eyes. He simply lost too much to have a handle on his old life. I followed him for a distance with everything my arms could carry and whatever I could fit in uncle's backpack in spite of his shouts to leave him be or what books he threw at me.
I...just didn't want to be alone. Even if it meant being at a distance and hated.
Weeks in, the man relented and taught me of the books he carried, the hope in the pages and its message for mankind and the mankind within me. He told me the truth of the world, and each syllable made me hate the man who had lied to me, stole me from my home and abandoned me in the woods countless times.
The old man also taught me about forgiveness...and gratitude. Without the evil and sacrifice of one man, I would have been dead before my eyes even opened. Regardless of the decade that followed and my life before, the few weeks I spent with the old man made me feel a part of something, as though I belonged.
Shouting matches with beasts, my first kill to protect the man...I understood prayer and it saved me from what I had almost become. I never wanted to be lost to the madness that left me in fits of manic hysteria like some rabid animal. I learned that believing in something had more power than what the true 'nothing' could actually provide. So after my trials and seeing the man disappear into the waterfall of sanctuary from afar, the old questions stung for only the moment it took for me to swallow and steal my resolve and begin building a shelter.
Do I believe in God?
No.
Humans are their own gods. Monsters only have demons.
And I made my choice of which one I wanted to be.
The Fiend blood that runs through Luciel gave him an innate skill in dark magic, though through conviction and faith, the darkness was bent across its own spectrum of physical manipulation, giving birth to light magic. This light magic has few but powerful spells focused on mending and protecting.
While Luciel wields these 'miracles', he is well aware of their origins. Demons bent the material plane to exact fear and devastation upon mankind in ways he seeks to undo through the base spell's understanding.
Luciel's most powerful and frequently casted spell. The translation roughly comes out as 'Loom'.
The intent is to stitch organic matter back together by binding wounds with seemingly golden threads and imbuing flesh with radiant energy which forces the body to quickly heal wounds at speeds that can be visibly observed. Though the whole casting may take anywhere from a few seconds to a minute depending on the severity of the wound, this spell has the capability to mend bone and knit muscle together to the extent of potentially reattaching severed limbs.
- This spell will not restore blood loss.
- Only good for one wound at a time and requires both hands and concentration.
- Can be used to mitigate damage from poison by forcing the victim's body to heal through the poison's effect until it is worked out of the body, naturally. This process can take a long time and is anything but pleasant.
- Therapy from the spell can ease back pain and arthritis brought about by aging, but cannot cure cancer or other diseases that have reemerged and now limit the human life span.
A more diverse form of 'Repth' that is less focused, though the general nature grants surprising benefits. Translated as 'Inspire'.
The expelled energy finds its way into nearby targets in a burst to swiftly boost metabolism with the buffer of magic, granting a significant hike to stamina, endurance and strength. While a side effect enhances the body's natural healing process, this is hardly enough to matter in the heat of combat.
- Good for moral as it temporarily sates fatigue.
- Requires both hands to channel and for targets to remain within 30ft for full effect.
- Doesn't so much bolster strength as it does allow fighters to put everything into every swing with little recovery.
A self-defense spell which vaguely translates to 'Burden'.
While will and spirit can carry a heart as far as legs wish, the spell is the closest to the darkness that Luciel dares to venture. The spell causes natural acids to build up in muscles at an alarming rate by hindering muscle's metabolism rates. The effect quickly tires victims and subjects them to cramps from continued strenuous activity such as running or fighting. The spell cannot be made fatal, and its result heavily depends on the actions of the afflicted.
- Can be cast with one hand, allowing two targets at once.
- Accumulation of amino acids in muscles cause targets to tire 5-10 times as fast. This does not target the heart or lungs but simply persists through concentration until canceled or the target collapses from their muscles simply failing to hold them up any longer.
- Luciel takes no pleasure in the use of the spell, and it is used mainly in self defense to dissuade pursuers or attackers.
- Highly ineffective against ranged attackers who simply need to pull and release a bowstring.
- Highly effective against attackers who need to get close with heavy armor and weapons.
- Spell cannot be focused with both hands to increase the effect. The spell magically limits a bodily function, not reverse it.
- Cancelling the spell in any way restores targets to the strength they had if normal exertion was factored in...though cramps can still hurt.
- Hearty targets can resist the effect for longer.
- Will probably just piss off greater demons.
Misc
- Usually ignored by some demons such as Fiends which he has a...strange...understanding with, even though they're regarded as one of the more vicious and merciless of beasts.
-Unarmed save for a blunt dagger he uses to harvest wild produce as well as an 'ancient' silver crucifix passed down in his family...and tough antlers, horns, an array of sharp teeth and claws (assuming he lets them grow).
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AGE
37
BREED
Human
PERSONALITY
-dark -manipulative
-idealistic -obsessive
-righteous -relentless
BIOGRAPHY
He grew up on the northern monastery of the Golden Claws. It is a post apocalyptic human settlement which guards the human occupied lands of the south from northern demonic invasions. For years, since the demons stopped their invasion, there was quiet. All they had to take care of was the occasional demon which tried to pass the border or attempted to pass as a civilian. So you can't really blame them for being unprepared and overwhelmed when a sudden demon attack obliterated the whole monastery. Everyone was killed. Young and old, master and student, no one was spared from the slaughter. They could easily defend against battalions of demon foot soldiers but the thing that attacked them, that monstrosity was never seen before and the fact that it sprung up from the ground, like it was buried there for centuries and had just awoken didn't make the defending any easier.
Numenor was the only one to survive. Now his mission is to travel south, informing any and every settlement along the way of what is to come. They have to know, they have to prepare for the hell fire that is to come...
MISC. |
53,424 | 1,457 | 17 | 986 | 1,735 | With the call for archers, Luciel had lowered himself, folding his plated fingers and closing his eyes and quickly whispering a soft prayer of "Dimisi juxta verbum Domini. Ego sum." Meanwhile, Derrick had made to leave but was caught in mid gesture for Brielle to follow by the creak of a bow. Turning his head, he waved his hand to dismiss the archers while listening to her defend the mutt. "Whaaat? Come on, I wasn't going to make them shoot the beast" he groaned, rolling his eyes with an exasperated shrug and a tilt of his head in mild amusement but ultimately disappointment that swinging authority around hadn't been enough to reel the woman in.
Regardless of Brielle's command to pick up his things, Luciel remained where he was. Seeing the lack of motion from the figure, Derrick scoffed and dropped the other bag, letting a few potatoes spill out since the mutt obviously wasn't going to react the way he'd hoped. "I'm not the one with a weapon drawn on a comrade" he hissed, narrowing his eyes for a second. Turning his head, slightly, he took note of the audience before barking, "That thing still has no place here!" and storming off, refusing to acknowledge the threat of Goran being told of the incident save for a dismissive wave. Derrick was confident that little would come of it other than a stern talking to since trained humans in fighting condition weren't something to simply discard.
Such was the state of the world where even the uncouth had their purpose.
Soon after he left, Luciel looked up and then to Brielle without a word. Quickly, he collected the spilled goods and loaded himself back up with the bags. All in all, it went a bit smoother than usual since the guards normally took his supplies, bags and all. Whoever the woman who stood up for him was, she was certainly cut from a different cloth. "Suns save you, miss" Luciel offered with a deep bow, thankful she turned away to lead him into town. Adrenaline wracked his thoughts and instinct had edged out a slight edge to the claws on his shaking hands. Following closely, he readjusted the bear-head of his cloak to hopefully look a bit less conspicuous before returning his hands to their folded state around the silver of his necklace.
His grip on the metal stilled the tongue that lashed behind clenched teeth, a side of him thrilled by the experience and howling damning thoughts of peeling the man's flesh from his bones. The howls of instinct grew in vividness, though softened in strength like a daydream he fought to wake himself from. Practice eased the process, and his thoughts returned to his surroundings and the alluring aroma from the mess hall that wafted through the town.
The eyes of onlookers drawn by the commotion were a bit much for him, used to living a solitary life outside the walls. "Fair miss. Somewhere I can leave these? I do not need tools if I am overstaying my welcome" Luciel explained, giving her a reason to cut his visit short since he was still understandably worried about the guard at the gate and how many more in the crowd or walking the streets might be like him. He almost jumped with a sudden realization, looking up as his voice gained purchase to say, "Pardon! Fair miss, I...was never told your name." | Name - Luciel K. Lumiere
Age - Appears early 20s (Likely late 20s)
Breed - Halfbreed (Fiend bloodline)
Luciel stands at 5'10 with thick shoulder-length blonde hair and hazel eyes. Clean and smooth complexion save for freckles. Luciel sports four horns as well as the start of branching antlers, these are kept loosely bound with long strips of cloth which hold an array of symbols and Latin phrases painted in blood. The phrases depict a wide variety of prayers, though the symbols meld together like their own shapeless language which many suspect is demonic script.
Wide pupils constrict vertically into cat-like slits rather than simply narrowing, and reverse in reaction to darkness. Ironically, Luciel is far from a fan of bright light for this reason as it steals color from his vision in return for exceptional sight in low light settings.
Luciel speaks with as little mouth movement, accentuated upper and lower K9 fangs only hinting to the vicious maw behind them. With elastic properties to his facial skin around his double-jointed jaw, the rows of teeth continue another inch back. A bite from Luciel would be equally as horrifying as painful.
Lastly, slender fingers are armored especially around the tips with pale claws. The real oddity is how clean and filed they're kept, leaving them smooth and blunt to the touch...though they have a nasty habit of rapid growth back to razor sharpness if not tended to as religiously as Luciel keeps them.
In a slightly androgynous way, Luciel could be considered beautiful if the eye is willing to look past their monstrous features.
Luciel prefers an attire that resembles cloth, though is silken smooth. Form fitting though humble in its color resembling dried blood with his hues of faded crimson and charcoal black. The shawl worn over the suit holds an addition resembling a collar of burnt silver with a similar fastener linked to a ring around his shoulders.
The suit, itself has no pockets and the lower section integrates built in boots with flat 2-inch boot heels. It's unclear how this attire is put on or taken off, though the silver collar appears to be independent of the ensemble.
The quiet type, Luciel keeps to himself as he is wholly aware of what he is mostly out of fear of humans. This could be considered a predisposition, though his understanding nature reflects the notion to instead paint the situation as an unwillingness to unnerve humans with his appearance...and behavior.
Somewhere in the wasteland, Luciel found what some know as 'God', and his faith pulled him back from the sadistically feral blood that burns in his veins. Indefatigable purpose, empathy and a goal to aid the ailing currently staves off the monster that screams to maul humans and devour their flesh at every given second of every day. Because of this, his worship is obscenely odd and involves acts akin to the live sacrifice of animals, prayer/meditation, dancing in the moonlight (rarely naked) and 'sealing' (entering a trance to scribe the script into strips of cloth which adorn his horns and antlers).
Getting past his quirks, Luciel is a fan of company, though is a man of few words or facial emotions but is eager to serve human guests. His sense of humor can be seen as inappropriate or dark at times, but he means well and simply hasn't had much interaction with humans.
However, his greatest flaw is a vow of pacifism which some would see as his most honorable quality; an unconditional refusal to take life. Though he is far more than capable of defending himself and others with his qualities that separate him from humanity, the idea of drawing blood and being lost to bloodlust is a risk he refuses to take.
The events leading up to Luciel's birth are detailed in ways that have no business being recalled in text. A young woman bore the child of a horrific demon, a process that killed her in the process, leaving her older brother in possession of an abomination that spat in the face of God and Man. However, the small monster was still the last shred of family he had left. Whether it was this realization or simply beholding the unholy bridge between mankind and demons, he was driven into what the rest of his tribe described as madness. While he was ordered by the elders to dash the monster upon rocks and be done with the nightmare, he resisted and foolishly fled with everything his arms could carry, his or not.
My father was a good man. He taught me about the world and how we were the children of the earth and were born to live in fear. How to hunt in spite of my protest, how to harvest crops from the unbroken world...how to hide. I was great at hiding. We would play games where I would hide in the forest for days and father couldn't find me! It was in the woods where I truly learned how to play hide-and-seek with the beasts. Many ran from me, but the biggest one!
The biggest one had horns higher than I could reach! It had three eyes and fangs as big as my arms with HUGE claws! It was so cool! It roared so loud it shook the trees and my own shriek barely made the grass quiver, though that was probably the wind. I wanted it to make the sound again, to stay and tell me what else it knew...but it just...left.
It was years later that I realized how they all leave...
My father was my uncle, some madman who abandoned me in the woods time and time again to be eaten by the beasts who instigated my life. I learned this from an old man wandering the wastes when he found me over my uncle's corpse. Knife still in his hand and slashes across his arms and throat. The old man seemed to know him. More surprisingly, he knew me, told me how I was the child of the devil who killed dozens of those he loved. After an old word used to name the monster, the old man named me 'Luciel' before handing me a silver crucifix, saying that it would protect me.
Truly, he did not care what became of me, or even himself from the look in his eyes. He simply lost too much to have a handle on his old life. I followed him for a distance with everything my arms could carry and whatever I could fit in uncle's backpack in spite of his shouts to leave him be or what books he threw at me.
I...just didn't want to be alone. Even if it meant being at a distance and hated.
Weeks in, the man relented and taught me of the books he carried, the hope in the pages and its message for mankind and the mankind within me. He told me the truth of the world, and each syllable made me hate the man who had lied to me, stole me from my home and abandoned me in the woods countless times.
The old man also taught me about forgiveness...and gratitude. Without the evil and sacrifice of one man, I would have been dead before my eyes even opened. Regardless of the decade that followed and my life before, the few weeks I spent with the old man made me feel a part of something, as though I belonged.
Shouting matches with beasts, my first kill to protect the man...I understood prayer and it saved me from what I had almost become. I never wanted to be lost to the madness that left me in fits of manic hysteria like some rabid animal. I learned that believing in something had more power than what the true 'nothing' could actually provide. So after my trials and seeing the man disappear into the waterfall of sanctuary from afar, the old questions stung for only the moment it took for me to swallow and steal my resolve and begin building a shelter.
Do I believe in God?
No.
Humans are their own gods. Monsters only have demons.
And I made my choice of which one I wanted to be.
The Fiend blood that runs through Luciel gave him an innate skill in dark magic, though through conviction and faith, the darkness was bent across its own spectrum of physical manipulation, giving birth to light magic. This light magic has few but powerful spells focused on mending and protecting.
While Luciel wields these 'miracles', he is well aware of their origins. Demons bent the material plane to exact fear and devastation upon mankind in ways he seeks to undo through the base spell's understanding.
Luciel's most powerful and frequently casted spell. The translation roughly comes out as 'Loom'.
The intent is to stitch organic matter back together by binding wounds with seemingly golden threads and imbuing flesh with radiant energy which forces the body to quickly heal wounds at speeds that can be visibly observed. Though the whole casting may take anywhere from a few seconds to a minute depending on the severity of the wound, this spell has the capability to mend bone and knit muscle together to the extent of potentially reattaching severed limbs.
- This spell will not restore blood loss.
- Only good for one wound at a time and requires both hands and concentration.
- Can be used to mitigate damage from poison by forcing the victim's body to heal through the poison's effect until it is worked out of the body, naturally. This process can take a long time and is anything but pleasant.
- Therapy from the spell can ease back pain and arthritis brought about by aging, but cannot cure cancer or other diseases that have reemerged and now limit the human life span.
A more diverse form of 'Repth' that is less focused, though the general nature grants surprising benefits. Translated as 'Inspire'.
The expelled energy finds its way into nearby targets in a burst to swiftly boost metabolism with the buffer of magic, granting a significant hike to stamina, endurance and strength. While a side effect enhances the body's natural healing process, this is hardly enough to matter in the heat of combat.
- Good for moral as it temporarily sates fatigue.
- Requires both hands to channel and for targets to remain within 30ft for full effect.
- Doesn't so much bolster strength as it does allow fighters to put everything into every swing with little recovery.
A self-defense spell which vaguely translates to 'Burden'.
While will and spirit can carry a heart as far as legs wish, the spell is the closest to the darkness that Luciel dares to venture. The spell causes natural acids to build up in muscles at an alarming rate by hindering muscle's metabolism rates. The effect quickly tires victims and subjects them to cramps from continued strenuous activity such as running or fighting. The spell cannot be made fatal, and its result heavily depends on the actions of the afflicted.
- Can be cast with one hand, allowing two targets at once.
- Accumulation of amino acids in muscles cause targets to tire 5-10 times as fast. This does not target the heart or lungs but simply persists through concentration until canceled or the target collapses from their muscles simply failing to hold them up any longer.
- Luciel takes no pleasure in the use of the spell, and it is used mainly in self defense to dissuade pursuers or attackers.
- Highly ineffective against ranged attackers who simply need to pull and release a bowstring.
- Highly effective against attackers who need to get close with heavy armor and weapons.
- Spell cannot be focused with both hands to increase the effect. The spell magically stops a bodily function, not reverse it.
- Hearty targets can resist the effect for longer.
- Will probably just piss off greater demons.
Misc
- Usually ignored by some demons such as Fiends which he has a...strange...understanding with, even though they're regarded as one of the more vicious and merciless of beasts.
-Unarmed save for a blunt dagger he uses to harvest wild produce as well as an 'ancient' silver crucifix passed down in his family...and tough antlers, horns, an array of sharp teeth and claws (assuming he lets them grow). |
53,425 | 1,457 | 18 | 919 | 248 | She handed the plate to Adam, and then motioned for him to sit down. He did, wondering what more there was to human life than muffins. "Spare-oh," he mumbled out loud to himself, testing out the name. When she told him he loved baking, he was glad to know he was correct on what 'baking' was. He continued to eat what she had put on his plate, and watched as she ate some food too. He wondered what she was eating, because it sure looked different than what was on his plate. It was quiet between them as they ate, and Adam wondered if he should say something.
Humans converse words during meals, right? I think that's something I learned. But what to say? Before he had the chance to come up with something, she blurted out some words.
"Would you like to go outside the city with me?"
Adam's eyes widened a little bit. He had just gotten away from 'outside the city', and now he was wondering what more there was to 'inside the city'. When she leaned in a bit closer, a smile crept on to Adam's face.
There was something about this girl.... It was like she made him rethink everything. Like she could convince him she was better to hang out with than do what he wanted on his own. It was being with someone else rather than...what's the word? Alone.
Alone was no fun, and so Adam nodded. "Anything to get you out of work," he agreed, a grin still stuck on his face. | The Sanctuary
"Haha! Ha...haha...no, I-I'm human! Just like you!"
Street Food
Name
061001 - Adam Willius
Age
Unknown, seems in late teens/early twenties
Breed
Demon
Gender
Male
Description
In his human form, Adam stands at 5'7" with light brown hair and lovely green eyes. His skin in this form is a nice pale.
In his demon form, Adam stands at 6'3" with white strands of hair and crimson red eyes. His skin in this form is ghostly white. He has scales coming out of his back where his spine is, and claws on the ends of his hands.
Personality
While he appears human, Adam is very kind and passionate about protecting others. He appears especially attractive and innocent. While human, Adam is loving and listens very well. He seems like the perfect nice person. He is silly, and everything a shy and innocent person would be.
However, when he is in his demon form he is the opposite. He is cruel, terrible, and terrifying. He'll protect those who he deems worthy of protecting, but he is mostly uncontrollable and chaotic while in this mode. He's unpredictable.
Backstory
The demons were getting smarter. More clever. They wanted a way to create more of themselves that looked human. So they did. They took what was needed to create a demon, and placed it into the body of a human. The result was Adam.
But Adam was a failure. He didn't want to hurt the humans, he wanted to protect them. He felt...emotions. He was lucky he had his demon form, and he fought his demon parents off. Killed them, and then set out on his own. Did he want...closure? A home? A family? Being a human is confusing. After finding a few and (secretly) learning from them, he's gotten the hang of it. Now, he's one his way to The Sanctuary. He just hopes they don't murder him.
Misc
-In human form, he carries two daggers made from his parent's bones
-Adam finds humans interesting, so if he's to be with one romantically he doesn't care their sex |
53,426 | 1,457 | 19 | 2,663 | 35 | Eden walks into the dining facility, the smell of the early bird morning meals engulfs him in its cloud as he enters. He inhales and exhales deeply taking in all the scents at once and begins to make his way over to Sparrow, one of the cooks he's familiar with.
"Hey Sparrow, you got anything special for me this morning? I gotta go to work soon and I need a quick bite." | Name
Eden Brown
Age
21
Species
Human
Gender
Male
Description
Eden has a long and lean frame and stands at a height of 6'1 when standing up straight, but he has a very heavy tendency to slouch which makes him appear an inch or so shorter. He has dark brown dreadlocks that he wears in two styles, down or in a nice ponytail. He has brown eyes, a pale complexion and is generally considered very average in appearance.
Personality
Eden is a humble soul who enjoys bringing smiles to all. He is very loyal to those he has formed relationships with and will go the extra mile to ensure that they are well cared for. He is fairly educated and is somewhat of a genius when it comes to attempting to decipher what old world artifacts wouldve previously been, as long as it isnt too complicated.
Bio
Eden never really got the chance to know his parents like many other children did. What is known of them and their time in sanctuary is very little. As far as he knows his mother and father were travelers who wandered the world not knowing who to trust or where they could stay for long. Unlike many orphans who lost their parents to demons, Eden's parents abandoned him during early infancy at entrance to Sanctuary. And from there he was raised among the people of Sanctuary as if they were his own family. For a long while, many speculated that Eden's mother and father had been demons in disguise sent pretend to be a couple in need looking for a place to stay for the night, and had left Eden as some sort of trap. However, as Eden grew over time and showed no signs of being a demon this theory soon disappeared.
When Eden came of age to finally put his effort into the community he wanted to return what the residents had done for him. So he decided to take up the work as a teenager to watch over the younger children and teach them, and after a few years when he became an adult, he was selected to be one of the few trainers for the children. Now he lives his days out helping those in need, he is always willing to take on jobs that aren't his own if it means to return a favor.
Secrets
-Wears the only trinket his mother and father left him with, a necklace with a strange crystal on it.
-He enjoys poking around for things related to the past, more specifically anything music related.
-Spends most of his time at night singing alone somewhere where not many can hear him. |
53,427 | 1,457 | 20 | 1,295 | 125 | Fantastic! Sparrow grins wildly and stands, excited to both get out of work and also to spend some time with her new-found friend. She tosses the last bit of cheese into her mouth, quickly swallowing it and putting the cloth back in her pocket. "Whenever you're done eating we can go. I'll show you around some more on our way out."
When Eden walks into the dinning hall Sparrow waves happily. He makes his way over to her before speaking. "Hey Sparrow, you got anything special for me this morning? I gotta go to work soon and I need a quick bite."
The girl nods and points to the far end of the largest table, where a handful of villagers were still picking at their food. A few of the bowls had been picked through but there was definitely still quite a selection. "Made poppy seed muffins earlier. If you hurry there might be a few left, oh and someone brought in a apples this morning too, I hear they're mighty tasty," the blonde chirps cheerfully. "Do you have time to sit with us before you go? I'd love to introduce you to someone." | NAME
born ariel lin, but has been called sparrow her entire life
AGE
somewhere in her late teens, likely eighteen or nineteen
BREED
entirely human
PERSONALITY
-charismatic -naive
-idealistic -obsessive
-forgiving -passionate
BIOGRAPHY
Oddly enough, Sparrow had a fairly normal childhood. Well, as normal of a childhood as she could have while growing up in the apocalypse. Her parents were loving, patient, and kind, and while she was raised within the confines of a small home in the middle of nowhere, she was a happy child. Her grandfather had built the small home where she was raised in the middle of the woods, hoping to make it a safe place for future generations, and so it was, until the attacks started happening. Her grandparents had long since passed, and Sparrow was somewhere around ten when the first attack happened. The demons took her mother and left young Sparrow with her father. The heartbroken two left their home in search of a safe place. A sanctuary.
They joined the residents of Sanctuary and have been with them ever since. Sparrow's father took the job of a guard, and once old enough Sparrow started working in the kitchens.
MISC.
-sparrow is way too trusting and likes to think there is good in everyone |
53,428 | 1,457 | 21 | 1,316 | 226 | Brielle waved her hand in the air, as if shooing away some fly "Don't thank me, I just abide by the Kings wishes..." she said earnestly, and began leading them towards the center of the outside village. Where all the beggars, and shop keepers were at - "oh come on....you can't come this far and not get your trowel....I didn't just defend you for no reason..." Brielle slightly glared at him, a unsatisfied exhale escaping her lips. "Quiet frankly, you demons have overstayed your welcome...." she muttered under her breath. Brielle wished for nothing more than to live in a world where she still had her parents. But reality was far to thick for fantasy dreams to come mingle in. She sucked her bottom lip in as the being asked for her name, kind of regretting her previous comment. The boy had so far been kind, and gave no reason to show ill will towards.
"I'm Brielle, one of the Sanctuary hunters. You bring goods in for trade, correct Lucile?" She expressed a warm small smile, and placed a strand of her long chestnut hair behind her right ear. "Look - how about we get you what you need, yeah?" The breeze brought forth the smell of the cooked breakfast from within the mountain dwelling. Her stomach followed through with a rumble, she looked at Lucile and scratched the back of her head "you wouldn't happen to have a sweet potato...would you?" She didn't expect him to have one or even give it to her at this point.
at work and on my phone. Sorry for the shortness! | Name: Ysran Stormreach. He doesn't really know his name, so he just threw a few things together.
Age: Around late 20's
Breed: Human. However, demonic exposure has transformed his ears. Many think he is a half-breed.
Personality: Could be described as "Neutral Evil," He isn't explicitly evil, as in, he won't burn down buildings or terrorize people, but in the pursuit of knowledge and power, no price is to great to pay, even if it means resorting to things others may find "Evil"
Equipment: Ysran carries a pack of ritual materials and demonic texts. He also carries a Machete.
Bio: Ysran, or at least that's what he's gone to calling himself now, was a very smart child. He learned to read from his parents, and how to survive out in the wilderness. Because that's where he lived. He lived with a group of humans who were just trying to survive. Yet in his 15th year his entire tribe was destroyed by the demons.
A normal human would have ran, but Ysran was... Fascinated. He stared on, half terrified, half in wonder, as everyone was slaughtered. Yet when a rather human-like demon appeared to finish him, he asked to learn from them. The demons took a great interest in him. A human who would willingly work with them in the pursuit of knowledge. Surprisingly, they accepted his offer.
Forming a pact with them, he would be granted knowledge and demonic power, in exchange for information on how humans lived. How did they interact with each other? How did they make their weapons? The same way they did? These particular set of demons wanted to know, and were willing to offer power. Ysran accepted, and began to slowly return info to the group. He was then told of a place called "Sanctuary". A large congregation of humans? Perfect. He could learn much. He set out, seeking to know what awaits him.
Ysran was granted a small list of spell-like abilities:
A ball of dark energy capable of delivering quite a bit of force, about enough to go through a door. Against living targets, this can knock people down, and it terms of damage, it would take 2-3 to kill a normal person as the darkness burns like a strong acid. You're basically being hit with a bowling ball made of acid.
Attracts all manner of fish and sometimes other aquatic creatures to a singular point. The range can vary from a few inches to several feet.
A zombie-like minion is summoned to do Ysran's bidding. It can follow simple commands such as "Hold this" or "Go there". If told to, the Shambler will follow another person's commands until told otherwise by Ysran. It prioritizes Ysran's commands first. here's a pic.
A fish (or other aquatic creature) is summoned much like a Shambler. These can be anything from a goldfish, to a Great White Shark. However the general rule is, the bigger the creature, the shorter time it has before it is unsummoned. This can be delayed, but requires great concentration from Ysran.
Creates a layer of Scale-like armor around the skin. It doesn't turn your skin into scales,it just created a layer of them on top of the skin. Greater Fishscales is stronger, but normal Fishscales can be cast on others.
Can heal most wounds, poisons, and some diseases. This spell however costs quite a bit of mana, and spell casting time can take a while.
Fills an opponent's lungs with water, drowning them. However first, Ysran must mentally overcome his opponent. The spell also takes a moment to cast, and only lasts as long as Ysran concentrates.
Ysran sends forth a black smokescreen, and all that see within are shown monstrous, disgusting versions of their worst fears come to life. This usually makes people run away, or cower in fear.
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Name
Eden Brown
Age
21
Species
Human
Gender
Male
Description
Eden has a long and lean frame and stands at a height of 6'1 when standing up straight, but he has a very heavy tendency to slouch which makes him appear an inch or so shorter. He has dark brown dreadlocks that he wears in two styles, down or in a nice ponytail. He has brown eyes, a pale complexion and is generally considered very average in appearance.
Personality
Eden is a humble soul who enjoys bringing smiles to all. He is very loyal to those he has formed relationships with and will go the extra mile to ensure that they are well cared for. He is fairly educated and is somewhat of a genius when it comes to attempting to decipher what old world artifacts wouldve previously been, as long as it isnt too complicated.
Bio
Eden never really got the chance to know his parents like many other children did. What is known of them and their time in sanctuary is very little. As far as he knows his mother and father were travelers who wandered the world not knowing who to trust or where they could stay for long. Unlike many orphans who lost their parents to demons, Eden's parents abandoned him during early infancy at entrance to Sanctuary. And from there he was raised among the people of Sanctuary as if they were his own family. For a long while, many speculated that Eden's mother and father had been demons in disguise sent pretend to be a couple in need looking for a place to stay for the night, and had left Eden as some sort of trap. However, as Eden grew over time and showed no signs of being a demon this theory soon disappeared.
When Eden came of age to finally put his effort into the community he wanted to return what the residents had done for him. So he decided to take up the work as a teenager to watch over the younger children and teach them, and after a few years when he became an adult, he was selected to be one of the few trainers for the children. Now he lives his days out helping those in need, he is always willing to take on jobs that aren't his own if it means to return a favor.
Secrets
-Wears the only trinket his mother and father left him with, a necklace with a strange crystal on it.
-He enjoys poking around for things related to the past, more specifically anything music related.
-Spends most of his time at night singing alone somewhere where not many can hear him.
-The Sanctuary
"Haha! Ha...haha...no, I-I'm human! Just like you!"
Street Food
Name
061001 - Adam Willius
Age
Unknown, seems in late teens/early twenties
Breed
Demon
Gender
Male
Description
In his human form, Adam stands at 5'7" with light brown hair and lovely green eyes. His skin in this form is a nice pale.
In his demon form, Adam stands at 6'3" with white strands of hair and crimson red eyes. His skin in this form is ghostly white.
Personality
While he appears human, Adam is very kind and passionate about protecting others. He appears especially attractive and innocent. While human, Adam is loving and listens very well. He seems like the perfect nice person. He is silly, and everything a shy and innocent person would be.
However, when he is in his demon form he is the opposite. He is cruel, terrible, and terrifying. He'll protect those who he deems worthy of protecting, but he is mostly uncontrollable and chaotic while in this mode. He's unpredictable.
Backstory
The demons were getting smarter. More clever. They wanted a way to create more of themselves that looked human. So they did. They took what was needed to create a demon, and placed it into the body of a human. The result was Adam.
But Adam was a failure. He didn't want to hurt the humans, he wanted to protect them. He felt...emotions. He was lucky he had his demon form, and he fought his demon parents off. Killed them, and then set out on his own. Did he want...closure? A home? A family? Being a human is confusing. After finding a few and (secretly) learning from them, he's gotten the hang of it. Now, he's one his way to The Sanctuary. He just hopes they don't murder him.
Misc
-In human form, he carries two daggers made from his parent's bones
-Adam finds humans interesting, so if he's to be with one romantically he doesn't care their sex
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NAME
born ariel lin, but has been called sparrow her entire life
AGE
somewhere in her late teens, likely eighteen or nineteen
BREED
entirely human
PERSONALITY
-charismatic -naive
-idealistic -obsessive
-forgiving -passionate
BIOGRAPHY
Oddly enough, Sparrow had a fairly normal childhood. Well, as normal of a childhood as she could have while growing up in the apocalypse. Her parents were loving, patient, and kind, and while she was raised within the confines of a small home in the middle of nowhere, she was a happy child. Her grandfather had built the small home where she was raised in the middle of the woods, hoping to make it a safe place for future generations, and so it was, until the attacks started happening. Her grandparents had long since passed, and Sparrow was somewhere around ten when the first attack happened. The demons took her mother and left young Sparrow with her father. The heartbroken two left their home in search of a safe place. A sanctuary.
They joined the residents of Sanctuary and have been with them ever since. Sparrow's father took the job of a guard, and once old enough Sparrow started working in the kitchens.
MISC.
-sparrow is way too trusting and likes to think there is good in everyone
- Name - Luciel K. Lumiere
Age - Appears early 20s
Breed - Halfbreed (Fiend bloodline)
Luciel stands at 5'10 with thick shoulder-length blonde hair and hazel eyes. Clean and smooth complexion save for freckles. Luciel sports four horns as well as the start of branching antlers, these are kept loosely bound with long strips of cloth which hold an array of symbols and Latin phrases painted in blood. The phrases depict a wide variety of prayers, though the symbols meld together like their own shapeless language which many suspect is demonic script.
Wide pupils constrict vertically into cat-like slits rather than simply narrowing, and reverse in reaction to darkness. Ironically, Luciel is far from a fan of bright light for this reason as it steals color from his vision in return for exceptional sight in low light settings.
Luciel speaks with as little mouth movement, accentuated upper and lower K9 fangs only hinting to the vicious maw behind them. With elastic properties to his facial skin around his double-jointed jaw, the rows of teeth continue another inch back. A bite from Luciel would be equally as horrifying as painful.
Lastly, slender fingers are armored especially around the tips with pale claws. The real oddity is how clean and filed they're kept, leaving them smooth and blunt to the touch...though they have a nasty habit of rapid growth back to razor sharpness if not tended to as religiously as Luciel keeps them.
In a slightly androgynous way, Luciel could be considered beautiful if the eye is willing to look past their monstrous features.
Luciel prefers an attire that resembles cloth, though is silken smooth. Form fitting though humble in its color resembling dried blood with his hues of faded crimson and charcoal black. The shawl worn over the suit holds an addition resembling a collar of burnt silver with a similar fastener linked to a ring around his shoulders.
The suit, itself has no pockets and the lower section integrates built in boots with flat 2-inch boot heels. It's unclear how this attire is put on or taken off, though the silver collar appears to be independent of the ensemble.
The quiet type, Luciel keeps to himself as he is wholly aware of what he is mostly out of fear of humans. This could be considered a predisposition, though his understanding nature reflects the notion to instead paint the situation as an unwillingness to unnerve humans with his appearance...and behavior.
Somewhere in the wasteland, Luciel found what some know as 'God', and his faith pulled him back from the sadistically feral blood that burns in his veins. Indefatigable purpose, empathy and a goal to aid the ailing currently staves off the monster that screams to maul humans and devour their flesh at every given second of every day. Because of this, his worship is obscenely odd and involves acts akin to the live sacrifice of animals, prayer/meditation, dancing in the moonlight (rarely naked) and 'sealing' (entering a trance to scribe the script into strips of cloth which adorn his horns and antlers).
Getting past his quirks, Luciel is a fan of company, though is a man of few words or facial emotions but is eager to serve human guests. His sense of humor can be seen as inappropriate or dark at times, but he means well and simply hasn't had much interaction with humans.
However, his greatest flaw is a vow of pacifism which some would see as his most honorable quality; an unconditional refusal to take life. Though he is far more than capable of defending himself and others with his qualities that separate him from humanity, the idea of drawing blood and being lost to bloodlust is a risk he refuses to take.
The events leading up to Luciel's birth are detailed in ways that have no business being recalled in text. A young woman bore the child of a horrific demon, a process that killed her in the process, leaving her older brother in possession of an abomination that spat in the face of God and Man. However, the small monster was still the last shred of family he had left. Whether it was this realization or simply beholding the unholy bridge between mankind and demons, he was driven into what the rest of his tribe described as madness. While he was ordered by the elders to dash the monster upon rocks and be done with the nightmare, he resisted and foolishly fled with everything his arms could carry, his or not.
My father was a good man. He taught me about the world and how we were the children of the earth and were born to live in fear. How to hunt in spite of my protest, how to harvest crops from the unbroken world...how to hide. I was great at hiding. We would play games where I would hide in the forest for days and father couldn't find me! It was in the woods where I truly learned how to play hide-and-seek with the beasts. Many ran from me, but the biggest one!
The biggest one had horns higher than I could reach! It had three eyes and fangs as big as my arms with HUGE claws! It was so cool! It roared so loud it shook the trees and my own shriek barely made the grass quiver, though that was probably the wind. I wanted it to make the sound again, to stay and tell me what else it knew...but it just...left.
It was years later that I realized how they all leave...
My father was my uncle, some madman who abandoned me in the woods time and time again to be eaten by the beasts who instigated my life. I learned this from an old man wandering the wastes when he found me over my uncle's corpse. Knife still in his hand and slashes across his arms and throat. The old man seemed to know him. More surprisingly, he knew me, told me how I was the child of the devil who killed dozens of those he loved. After an old word used to name the monster, the old man named me 'Luciel' before handing me a silver crucifix, saying that it would protect me.
Truly, he did not care what became of me, or even himself from the look in his eyes. He simply lost too much to have a handle on his old life. I followed him for a distance with everything my arms could carry and whatever I could fit in uncle's backpack in spite of his shouts to leave him be or what books he threw at me.
I...just didn't want to be alone. Even if it meant being at a distance and hated.
Weeks in, the man relented and taught me of the books he carried, the hope in the pages and its message for mankind and the mankind within me. He told me the truth of the world, and each syllable made me hate the man who had lied to me, stole me from my home and abandoned me in the woods countless times.
The old man also taught me about forgiveness...and gratitude. Without the evil and sacrifice of one man, I would have been dead before my eyes even opened. Regardless of the decade that followed and my life before, the few weeks I spent with the old man made me feel a part of something, as though I belonged.
Shouting matches with beasts, my first kill to protect the man...I understood prayer and it saved me from what I had almost become. I never wanted to be lost to the madness that left me in fits of manic hysteria like some rabid animal. I learned that believing in something had more power than what the true 'nothing' could actually provide. So after my trials and seeing the man disappear into the waterfall of sanctuary from afar, the old questions stung for only the moment it took for me to swallow and steal my resolve and begin building a shelter.
Do I believe in God?
No.
Humans are their own gods. Monsters only have demons.
And I made my choice of which one I wanted to be.
The Fiend blood that runs through Luciel gave him an innate skill in dark magic, though through conviction and faith, the darkness was bent across its own spectrum of physical manipulation, giving birth to light magic. This light magic has few but powerful spells focused on mending and protecting.
While Luciel wields these 'miracles', he is well aware of their origins. Demons bent the material plane to exact fear and devastation upon mankind in ways he seeks to undo through the base spell's understanding.
Luciel's most powerful and frequently casted spell. The translation roughly comes out as 'Loom'.
The intent is to stitch organic matter back together by binding wounds with seemingly golden threads and imbuing flesh with radiant energy which forces the body to quickly heal wounds at speeds that can be visibly observed. Though the whole casting may take anywhere from a few seconds to a minute depending on the severity of the wound, this spell has the capability to mend bone and knit muscle together to the extent of potentially reattaching severed limbs.
- This spell will not restore blood loss.
- Only good for one wound at a time and requires both hands and concentration.
- Can be used to mitigate damage from poison by forcing the victim's body to heal through the poison's effect until it is worked out of the body, naturally. This process can take a long time and is anything but pleasant.
- Therapy from the spell can ease back pain and arthritis brought about by aging, but cannot cure cancer or other diseases that have reemerged and now limit the human life span.
A more diverse form of 'Repth' that is less focused, though the general nature grants surprising benefits. Translated as 'Inspire'.
The expelled energy finds its way into nearby targets in a burst to swiftly boost metabolism with the buffer of magic, granting a significant hike to stamina, endurance and strength. While a side effect enhances the body's natural healing process, this is hardly enough to matter in the heat of combat.
- Good for moral as it temporarily sates fatigue.
- Requires both hands to channel and for targets to remain within 30ft for full effect.
- Doesn't so much bolster strength as it does allow fighters to put everything into every swing with little recovery.
A self-defense spell which vaguely translates to 'Burden'.
While will and spirit can carry a heart as far as legs wish, the spell is the closest to the darkness that Luciel dares to venture. The spell causes natural acids to build up in muscles at an alarming rate by hindering muscle's metabolism rates. The effect quickly tires victims and subjects them to cramps from continued strenuous activity such as running or fighting. The spell cannot be made fatal, and its result heavily depends on the actions of the afflicted.
- Can be cast with one hand, allowing two targets at once.
- Accumulation of amino acids in muscles cause targets to tire 5-10 times as fast. This does not target the heart or lungs but simply persists through concentration until canceled or the target collapses from their muscles simply failing to hold them up any longer.
- Luciel takes no pleasure in the use of the spell, and it is used mainly in self defense to dissuade pursuers or attackers.
- Highly ineffective against ranged attackers who simply need to pull and release a bowstring.
- Highly effective against attackers who need to get close with heavy armor and weapons.
- Spell cannot be focused with both hands to increase the effect. The spell magically limits a bodily function, not reverse it.
- Cancelling the spell in any way restores targets to the strength they had if normal exertion was factored in...though cramps can still hurt.
- Hearty targets can resist the effect for longer.
- Will probably just piss off greater demons.
Misc
- Usually ignored by some demons such as Fiends which he has a...strange...understanding with, even though they're regarded as one of the more vicious and merciless of beasts.
-Unarmed save for a blunt dagger he uses to harvest wild produce as well as an 'ancient' silver crucifix passed down in his family...and tough antlers, horns, an array of sharp teeth and claws (assuming he lets them grow).
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AGE
37
BREED
Human
PERSONALITY
-dark -manipulative
-idealistic -obsessive
-righteous -relentless
BIOGRAPHY
He grew up on the northern monastery of the Golden Claws. It is a post apocalyptic human settlement which guards the human occupied lands of the south from northern demonic invasions. For years, since the demons stopped their invasion, there was quiet. All they had to take care of was the occasional demon which tried to pass the border or attempted to pass as a civilian. So you can't really blame them for being unprepared and overwhelmed when a sudden demon attack obliterated the whole monastery. Everyone was killed. Young and old, master and student, no one was spared from the slaughter. They could easily defend against battalions of demon foot soldiers but the thing that attacked them, that monstrosity was never seen before and the fact that it sprung up from the ground, like it was buried there for centuries and had just awoken didn't make the defending any easier.
Numenor was the only one to survive. Now his mission is to travel south, informing any and every settlement along the way of what is to come. They have to know, they have to prepare for the hell fire that is to come...
MISC. |
53,429 | 1,457 | 22 | 2,663 | 35 | Yeah I can spare a few minutes as long as I don't get tooo caught up.
He'd make his way over to large table looking around at the various bowls of food. He'd reach for and pick up a small red apple and a poppy seed muffin. He puts the red apple into a loose empty pocket on his overalls for later. He'd then walk over to Sparrow carrying the muffin and take a small nibble of the muffin.
"Uh you're baking is always the best. You made these right? Oh and who's this person you want me to meet?" | Name
Eden Brown
Age
21
Species
Human
Gender
Male
Description
Eden has a long and lean frame and stands at a height of 6'1 when standing up straight, but he has a very heavy tendency to slouch which makes him appear an inch or so shorter. He has dark brown dreadlocks that he wears in two styles, down or in a nice ponytail. He has brown eyes, a pale complexion and is generally considered very average in appearance.
Personality
Eden is a humble soul who enjoys bringing smiles to all. He is very loyal to those he has formed relationships with and will go the extra mile to ensure that they are well cared for. He is fairly educated and is somewhat of a genius when it comes to attempting to decipher what old world artifacts wouldve previously been, as long as it isnt too complicated.
Bio
Eden never really got the chance to know his parents like many other children did. What is known of them and their time in sanctuary is very little. As far as he knows his mother and father were travelers who wandered the world not knowing who to trust or where they could stay for long. Unlike many orphans who lost their parents to demons, Eden's parents abandoned him during early infancy at entrance to Sanctuary. And from there he was raised among the people of Sanctuary as if they were his own family. For a long while, many speculated that Eden's mother and father had been demons in disguise sent pretend to be a couple in need looking for a place to stay for the night, and had left Eden as some sort of trap. However, as Eden grew over time and showed no signs of being a demon this theory soon disappeared.
When Eden came of age to finally put his effort into the community he wanted to return what the residents had done for him. So he decided to take up the work as a teenager to watch over the younger children and teach them, and after a few years when he became an adult, he was selected to be one of the few trainers for the children. Now he lives his days out helping those in need, he is always willing to take on jobs that aren't his own if it means to return a favor.
Secrets
-Wears the only trinket his mother and father left him with, a necklace with a strange crystal on it.
-He enjoys poking around for things related to the past, more specifically anything music related.
-Spends most of his time at night singing alone somewhere where not many can hear him. |
53,430 | 1,457 | 23 | 986 | 1,735 | The talk of defending him and how it would have been a wasted gesture if he just left brought a small darkness to Luciel's heart. He wanted nothing more than to say how her gesture could have been seen as doing her good deed for the day for the sake of food for the village rather than any actual compulsion to help him. Her comment that bundled him in with demons and how his mere existence was overstaying his welcome only solidified this.
It was a bit twisted to imagine such words being the best he could hope for, though he understood that creatures like the monster who he owed half of existence to hadn't been particularly merciful towards humans. His eyes looked away from his escort, disappointed but still warm with a response of, "Pleased to meet you, Brielle..."
"And yeh, it would be best to exchange goods" Luciel agreed, looking around for direction regarding where go about fulfilling his end of the bargain, politely ignoring the growl of her stomach. The question about sweet potatoes reminded him of his crushed breakfast and lunch that Derrick had made short work of, though he wasn't about to assert himself to inquire about a replacement. Convinced it would probably be a better option to just starve until getting back home, Luci knelt once more to open the game bag and rifle through the raw produce. "Not many. It is a little tough to dig by hand," he began, holding his hands up to show the filed blunt claws as an explanation before retrieving a few yams and holding them up, "Take your pick. 'for your village' includes you, too" he joked. The faintest hint of a smile teased the edge of his mouth, though suppressed. Raw and dusty from storage, but sweet potatoes none the less.
It had felt like forever since he'd spoken so much, Luciel was genuinely enjoying the company even though he was convinced the woman hated him for god knows how many reasons. | Name - Luciel K. Lumiere
Age - Appears early 20s (Likely late 20s)
Breed - Halfbreed (Fiend bloodline)
Luciel stands at 5'10 with thick shoulder-length blonde hair and hazel eyes. Clean and smooth complexion save for freckles. Luciel sports four horns as well as the start of branching antlers, these are kept loosely bound with long strips of cloth which hold an array of symbols and Latin phrases painted in blood. The phrases depict a wide variety of prayers, though the symbols meld together like their own shapeless language which many suspect is demonic script.
Wide pupils constrict vertically into cat-like slits rather than simply narrowing, and reverse in reaction to darkness. Ironically, Luciel is far from a fan of bright light for this reason as it steals color from his vision in return for exceptional sight in low light settings.
Luciel speaks with as little mouth movement, accentuated upper and lower K9 fangs only hinting to the vicious maw behind them. With elastic properties to his facial skin around his double-jointed jaw, the rows of teeth continue another inch back. A bite from Luciel would be equally as horrifying as painful.
Lastly, slender fingers are armored especially around the tips with pale claws. The real oddity is how clean and filed they're kept, leaving them smooth and blunt to the touch...though they have a nasty habit of rapid growth back to razor sharpness if not tended to as religiously as Luciel keeps them.
In a slightly androgynous way, Luciel could be considered beautiful if the eye is willing to look past their monstrous features.
Luciel prefers an attire that resembles cloth, though is silken smooth. Form fitting though humble in its color resembling dried blood with his hues of faded crimson and charcoal black. The shawl worn over the suit holds an addition resembling a collar of burnt silver with a similar fastener linked to a ring around his shoulders.
The suit, itself has no pockets and the lower section integrates built in boots with flat 2-inch boot heels. It's unclear how this attire is put on or taken off, though the silver collar appears to be independent of the ensemble.
The quiet type, Luciel keeps to himself as he is wholly aware of what he is mostly out of fear of humans. This could be considered a predisposition, though his understanding nature reflects the notion to instead paint the situation as an unwillingness to unnerve humans with his appearance...and behavior.
Somewhere in the wasteland, Luciel found what some know as 'God', and his faith pulled him back from the sadistically feral blood that burns in his veins. Indefatigable purpose, empathy and a goal to aid the ailing currently staves off the monster that screams to maul humans and devour their flesh at every given second of every day. Because of this, his worship is obscenely odd and involves acts akin to the live sacrifice of animals, prayer/meditation, dancing in the moonlight (rarely naked) and 'sealing' (entering a trance to scribe the script into strips of cloth which adorn his horns and antlers).
Getting past his quirks, Luciel is a fan of company, though is a man of few words or facial emotions but is eager to serve human guests. His sense of humor can be seen as inappropriate or dark at times, but he means well and simply hasn't had much interaction with humans.
However, his greatest flaw is a vow of pacifism which some would see as his most honorable quality; an unconditional refusal to take life. Though he is far more than capable of defending himself and others with his qualities that separate him from humanity, the idea of drawing blood and being lost to bloodlust is a risk he refuses to take.
The events leading up to Luciel's birth are detailed in ways that have no business being recalled in text. A young woman bore the child of a horrific demon, a process that killed her in the process, leaving her older brother in possession of an abomination that spat in the face of God and Man. However, the small monster was still the last shred of family he had left. Whether it was this realization or simply beholding the unholy bridge between mankind and demons, he was driven into what the rest of his tribe described as madness. While he was ordered by the elders to dash the monster upon rocks and be done with the nightmare, he resisted and foolishly fled with everything his arms could carry, his or not.
My father was a good man. He taught me about the world and how we were the children of the earth and were born to live in fear. How to hunt in spite of my protest, how to harvest crops from the unbroken world...how to hide. I was great at hiding. We would play games where I would hide in the forest for days and father couldn't find me! It was in the woods where I truly learned how to play hide-and-seek with the beasts. Many ran from me, but the biggest one!
The biggest one had horns higher than I could reach! It had three eyes and fangs as big as my arms with HUGE claws! It was so cool! It roared so loud it shook the trees and my own shriek barely made the grass quiver, though that was probably the wind. I wanted it to make the sound again, to stay and tell me what else it knew...but it just...left.
It was years later that I realized how they all leave...
My father was my uncle, some madman who abandoned me in the woods time and time again to be eaten by the beasts who instigated my life. I learned this from an old man wandering the wastes when he found me over my uncle's corpse. Knife still in his hand and slashes across his arms and throat. The old man seemed to know him. More surprisingly, he knew me, told me how I was the child of the devil who killed dozens of those he loved. After an old word used to name the monster, the old man named me 'Luciel' before handing me a silver crucifix, saying that it would protect me.
Truly, he did not care what became of me, or even himself from the look in his eyes. He simply lost too much to have a handle on his old life. I followed him for a distance with everything my arms could carry and whatever I could fit in uncle's backpack in spite of his shouts to leave him be or what books he threw at me.
I...just didn't want to be alone. Even if it meant being at a distance and hated.
Weeks in, the man relented and taught me of the books he carried, the hope in the pages and its message for mankind and the mankind within me. He told me the truth of the world, and each syllable made me hate the man who had lied to me, stole me from my home and abandoned me in the woods countless times.
The old man also taught me about forgiveness...and gratitude. Without the evil and sacrifice of one man, I would have been dead before my eyes even opened. Regardless of the decade that followed and my life before, the few weeks I spent with the old man made me feel a part of something, as though I belonged.
Shouting matches with beasts, my first kill to protect the man...I understood prayer and it saved me from what I had almost become. I never wanted to be lost to the madness that left me in fits of manic hysteria like some rabid animal. I learned that believing in something had more power than what the true 'nothing' could actually provide. So after my trials and seeing the man disappear into the waterfall of sanctuary from afar, the old questions stung for only the moment it took for me to swallow and steal my resolve and begin building a shelter.
Do I believe in God?
No.
Humans are their own gods. Monsters only have demons.
And I made my choice of which one I wanted to be.
The Fiend blood that runs through Luciel gave him an innate skill in dark magic, though through conviction and faith, the darkness was bent across its own spectrum of physical manipulation, giving birth to light magic. This light magic has few but powerful spells focused on mending and protecting.
While Luciel wields these 'miracles', he is well aware of their origins. Demons bent the material plane to exact fear and devastation upon mankind in ways he seeks to undo through the base spell's understanding.
Luciel's most powerful and frequently casted spell. The translation roughly comes out as 'Loom'.
The intent is to stitch organic matter back together by binding wounds with seemingly golden threads and imbuing flesh with radiant energy which forces the body to quickly heal wounds at speeds that can be visibly observed. Though the whole casting may take anywhere from a few seconds to a minute depending on the severity of the wound, this spell has the capability to mend bone and knit muscle together to the extent of potentially reattaching severed limbs.
- This spell will not restore blood loss.
- Only good for one wound at a time and requires both hands and concentration.
- Can be used to mitigate damage from poison by forcing the victim's body to heal through the poison's effect until it is worked out of the body, naturally. This process can take a long time and is anything but pleasant.
- Therapy from the spell can ease back pain and arthritis brought about by aging, but cannot cure cancer or other diseases that have reemerged and now limit the human life span.
A more diverse form of 'Repth' that is less focused, though the general nature grants surprising benefits. Translated as 'Inspire'.
The expelled energy finds its way into nearby targets in a burst to swiftly boost metabolism with the buffer of magic, granting a significant hike to stamina, endurance and strength. While a side effect enhances the body's natural healing process, this is hardly enough to matter in the heat of combat.
- Good for moral as it temporarily sates fatigue.
- Requires both hands to channel and for targets to remain within 30ft for full effect.
- Doesn't so much bolster strength as it does allow fighters to put everything into every swing with little recovery.
A self-defense spell which vaguely translates to 'Burden'.
While will and spirit can carry a heart as far as legs wish, the spell is the closest to the darkness that Luciel dares to venture. The spell causes natural acids to build up in muscles at an alarming rate by hindering muscle's metabolism rates. The effect quickly tires victims and subjects them to cramps from continued strenuous activity such as running or fighting. The spell cannot be made fatal, and its result heavily depends on the actions of the afflicted.
- Can be cast with one hand, allowing two targets at once.
- Accumulation of amino acids in muscles cause targets to tire 5-10 times as fast. This does not target the heart or lungs but simply persists through concentration until canceled or the target collapses from their muscles simply failing to hold them up any longer.
- Luciel takes no pleasure in the use of the spell, and it is used mainly in self defense to dissuade pursuers or attackers.
- Highly ineffective against ranged attackers who simply need to pull and release a bowstring.
- Highly effective against attackers who need to get close with heavy armor and weapons.
- Spell cannot be focused with both hands to increase the effect. The spell magically stops a bodily function, not reverse it.
- Hearty targets can resist the effect for longer.
- Will probably just piss off greater demons.
Misc
- Usually ignored by some demons such as Fiends which he has a...strange...understanding with, even though they're regarded as one of the more vicious and merciless of beasts.
-Unarmed save for a blunt dagger he uses to harvest wild produce as well as an 'ancient' silver crucifix passed down in his family...and tough antlers, horns, an array of sharp teeth and claws (assuming he lets them grow). |
53,431 | 1,457 | 24 | 919 | 248 | Sit with us? I thought we were leaving? Hmm, another human to meet.
When the other boy sat down, Adam introduced himself. "Hi. I'm Adam." Trying to find something else to add, he said, "The muffins are good, right?" Finding a common connection. Something to talk about. That's what was supposed to happen, correct? Only he could guess. He wondered if he was going to come along with them, and something stirred within him. Some human emotion, probably. Was it sadness? No. Joy? Nope, not that either. Something that made him feel bad. It was like he didn't like the possibility of this boy coming along with them. He gave a smile to the boy, unsure about himself. "And you are?" | The Sanctuary
"Haha! Ha...haha...no, I-I'm human! Just like you!"
Street Food
Name
061001 - Adam Willius
Age
Unknown, seems in late teens/early twenties
Breed
Demon
Gender
Male
Description
In his human form, Adam stands at 5'7" with light brown hair and lovely green eyes. His skin in this form is a nice pale.
In his demon form, Adam stands at 6'3" with white strands of hair and crimson red eyes. His skin in this form is ghostly white. He has scales coming out of his back where his spine is, and claws on the ends of his hands.
Personality
While he appears human, Adam is very kind and passionate about protecting others. He appears especially attractive and innocent. While human, Adam is loving and listens very well. He seems like the perfect nice person. He is silly, and everything a shy and innocent person would be.
However, when he is in his demon form he is the opposite. He is cruel, terrible, and terrifying. He'll protect those who he deems worthy of protecting, but he is mostly uncontrollable and chaotic while in this mode. He's unpredictable.
Backstory
The demons were getting smarter. More clever. They wanted a way to create more of themselves that looked human. So they did. They took what was needed to create a demon, and placed it into the body of a human. The result was Adam.
But Adam was a failure. He didn't want to hurt the humans, he wanted to protect them. He felt...emotions. He was lucky he had his demon form, and he fought his demon parents off. Killed them, and then set out on his own. Did he want...closure? A home? A family? Being a human is confusing. After finding a few and (secretly) learning from them, he's gotten the hang of it. Now, he's one his way to The Sanctuary. He just hopes they don't murder him.
Misc
-In human form, he carries two daggers made from his parent's bones
-Adam finds humans interesting, so if he's to be with one romantically he doesn't care their sex |
53,432 | 1,457 | 25 | 2,663 | 35 | He takes another bite of the muffin, spilling crumbs all over his lap while eating and looks at the boy. He swallows hard in bliss from the delicious muffin.
"You bet, this thing is awesome. My name is Eden. Nice to meet you Adam. Where are from? Some other settlement or were you just wandering around?"
He reaches out with his free hand and waits for Adam to grasp it. | Name
Eden Brown
Age
21
Species
Human
Gender
Male
Description
Eden has a long and lean frame and stands at a height of 6'1 when standing up straight, but he has a very heavy tendency to slouch which makes him appear an inch or so shorter. He has dark brown dreadlocks that he wears in two styles, down or in a nice ponytail. He has brown eyes, a pale complexion and is generally considered very average in appearance.
Personality
Eden is a humble soul who enjoys bringing smiles to all. He is very loyal to those he has formed relationships with and will go the extra mile to ensure that they are well cared for. He is fairly educated and is somewhat of a genius when it comes to attempting to decipher what old world artifacts wouldve previously been, as long as it isnt too complicated.
Bio
Eden never really got the chance to know his parents like many other children did. What is known of them and their time in sanctuary is very little. As far as he knows his mother and father were travelers who wandered the world not knowing who to trust or where they could stay for long. Unlike many orphans who lost their parents to demons, Eden's parents abandoned him during early infancy at entrance to Sanctuary. And from there he was raised among the people of Sanctuary as if they were his own family. For a long while, many speculated that Eden's mother and father had been demons in disguise sent pretend to be a couple in need looking for a place to stay for the night, and had left Eden as some sort of trap. However, as Eden grew over time and showed no signs of being a demon this theory soon disappeared.
When Eden came of age to finally put his effort into the community he wanted to return what the residents had done for him. So he decided to take up the work as a teenager to watch over the younger children and teach them, and after a few years when he became an adult, he was selected to be one of the few trainers for the children. Now he lives his days out helping those in need, he is always willing to take on jobs that aren't his own if it means to return a favor.
Secrets
-Wears the only trinket his mother and father left him with, a necklace with a strange crystal on it.
-He enjoys poking around for things related to the past, more specifically anything music related.
-Spends most of his time at night singing alone somewhere where not many can hear him. |
53,433 | 1,457 | 26 | 1,295 | 125 | Sparrow sits back down next to Adam, shifting a bit so she is sitting right next to him, enjoying the company of a boy her age who didn't seem to objectify her in any way. Of course there were other men and boys on the city, but most of them either saw her as a servant of sorts because of her work in the kitchen, or automatically assumed she was just a pretty face. Folding her hands in her lap she keeps a pleasant smile on her face while Adam and Eden talk. She was interested in the conversation, but more interested in disappearing from her hum drum daily life and exploring the outside world.
There was a small village, a camp really, a mile or so from the outskirts of Sanctuary that had been ravaged by demons a while back. Thankfully the creatures seemed more interested in the people than their belongings. Scavengers, ones from Sanctuary and others who traveled on their own, had taken most things of value, but if you looked hard you could find smaller things they had overlooked. She had only been once, but in that trip she came back with two books and a journal documenting the travels of someone named 'Rella' as she roamed from village to village, trading and fighting off stray demons. All three proved to be interesting reads.
When Eden questions where Adam is from she turns her full attention back to their conversation. "I'm curious of that too," she chimes in, "you never did say where you're from. Obviously you're not from here, but I didn't think there were any real settlements within 50 miles or so. I mean, I don't know that for sure, but that's what I've heard." She tilts her head to the side in an inquisitive manner, her eyes studying Adam with genuine curiosity. | NAME
born ariel lin, but has been called sparrow her entire life
AGE
somewhere in her late teens, likely eighteen or nineteen
BREED
entirely human
PERSONALITY
-charismatic -naive
-idealistic -obsessive
-forgiving -passionate
BIOGRAPHY
Oddly enough, Sparrow had a fairly normal childhood. Well, as normal of a childhood as she could have while growing up in the apocalypse. Her parents were loving, patient, and kind, and while she was raised within the confines of a small home in the middle of nowhere, she was a happy child. Her grandfather had built the small home where she was raised in the middle of the woods, hoping to make it a safe place for future generations, and so it was, until the attacks started happening. Her grandparents had long since passed, and Sparrow was somewhere around ten when the first attack happened. The demons took her mother and left young Sparrow with her father. The heartbroken two left their home in search of a safe place. A sanctuary.
They joined the residents of Sanctuary and have been with them ever since. Sparrow's father took the job of a guard, and once old enough Sparrow started working in the kitchens.
MISC.
-sparrow is way too trusting and likes to think there is good in everyone |
53,434 | 1,457 | 27 | 919 | 248 | Adam was glad to have Sparrow sitting next to him, closer than she had been before. Again, some feeling was coming up. It was different this time. Opposite of how he felt about Eden. More joyful, and fulfilling. And then, everything changed.
They were asking where he was from, which was probably a normal and human-like question to ask. He had no idea how to respond though. He had to. They would know what he was, and all of this would snap away so quickly. The 'normal human life' he wanted would be impossible to have.
"I've never really had a home," Adam started, looking down at his hands. He was playing with them in his lap and he brought them to the table, where he continued to play with them. "We were always moving around, never really stopping. My parents...." He stumbled for a second. They probably thought he was emotional about it, when really he was remembering how he had killed them. He kept conjuring up his story from nowhere. This was what he'd have to stick to if he was ever asked about it again. "My father told me when I was older that my mother had died giving birth to me, so I never really knew her. My dad, however...," he trailed off and stopped like he didn't want to talk about it. He shook his head. "Anyway, Sparrow, I've finished eating." | The Sanctuary
"Haha! Ha...haha...no, I-I'm human! Just like you!"
Street Food
Name
061001 - Adam Willius
Age
Unknown, seems in late teens/early twenties
Breed
Demon
Gender
Male
Description
In his human form, Adam stands at 5'7" with light brown hair and lovely green eyes. His skin in this form is a nice pale.
In his demon form, Adam stands at 6'3" with white strands of hair and crimson red eyes. His skin in this form is ghostly white. He has scales coming out of his back where his spine is, and claws on the ends of his hands.
Personality
While he appears human, Adam is very kind and passionate about protecting others. He appears especially attractive and innocent. While human, Adam is loving and listens very well. He seems like the perfect nice person. He is silly, and everything a shy and innocent person would be.
However, when he is in his demon form he is the opposite. He is cruel, terrible, and terrifying. He'll protect those who he deems worthy of protecting, but he is mostly uncontrollable and chaotic while in this mode. He's unpredictable.
Backstory
The demons were getting smarter. More clever. They wanted a way to create more of themselves that looked human. So they did. They took what was needed to create a demon, and placed it into the body of a human. The result was Adam.
But Adam was a failure. He didn't want to hurt the humans, he wanted to protect them. He felt...emotions. He was lucky he had his demon form, and he fought his demon parents off. Killed them, and then set out on his own. Did he want...closure? A home? A family? Being a human is confusing. After finding a few and (secretly) learning from them, he's gotten the hang of it. Now, he's one his way to The Sanctuary. He just hopes they don't murder him.
Misc
-In human form, he carries two daggers made from his parent's bones
-Adam finds humans interesting, so if he's to be with one romantically he doesn't care their sex |
53,435 | 1,457 | 28 | 1,295 | 125 | I'm sorry about your parents, Adam. Sparrow moves to take his hand, intending to reassure him or offer some comfort, but the stops and folds her hands in her lap again. "I lost my mom when I was younger too. That's why my dad and I came here." The mood at the table seemed to darken, and with it her smile dwindles and then falls, her face becoming rather flat and emotionless. "I may not be scared of what's out there beyond our walls, but it's hard to deny that it's safer in here."
Shrugging Sparrow attempts to shake off her less than pleasant mood and move into a happier state of mind. "But anyway, outside can be fun. Inside is safer, yeah, but the outside is where all the adventures are!" She smiles at Adam and then faces Eden. "I heard they're making stew for lunch, but I set aside a bunch of rolls too, oh and I heard something about making pies of dinner..." she trails off the sentence and grins. "We are going to head out before someone pulls be back to the kitchen, but it was nice talking with you, Eden. Have a good day at work!"
Sparrow stands. For a brief moment she considers extending a hand towards Adam, but thinks better of the gesture and simply smiles. "Ready to go? There are a few things I want to show you before we leave, and I have to stop by my room for my cloak before we go too." | NAME
born ariel lin, but has been called sparrow her entire life
AGE
somewhere in her late teens, likely eighteen or nineteen
BREED
entirely human
PERSONALITY
-charismatic -naive
-idealistic -obsessive
-forgiving -passionate
BIOGRAPHY
Oddly enough, Sparrow had a fairly normal childhood. Well, as normal of a childhood as she could have while growing up in the apocalypse. Her parents were loving, patient, and kind, and while she was raised within the confines of a small home in the middle of nowhere, she was a happy child. Her grandfather had built the small home where she was raised in the middle of the woods, hoping to make it a safe place for future generations, and so it was, until the attacks started happening. Her grandparents had long since passed, and Sparrow was somewhere around ten when the first attack happened. The demons took her mother and left young Sparrow with her father. The heartbroken two left their home in search of a safe place. A sanctuary.
They joined the residents of Sanctuary and have been with them ever since. Sparrow's father took the job of a guard, and once old enough Sparrow started working in the kitchens.
MISC.
-sparrow is way too trusting and likes to think there is good in everyone |
53,436 | 1,457 | 29 | 1,316 | 226 | Brielle smiled widely as he produced sweet potatoes, they truly were her comfort food in this post apocalyptic world. She quickly grabbed them, and placed them into her satchel, "Thank you, Lucile...you're not too terrible..." She joked, smiling warmly at him. Brielle shifted her weight to her right leg, crossing her arms again - "You know..." She bit her bottom lip in hesitation, this was clearly a habit she picked up that indicated she was thinking, "How about I take you to the dining area? I wouldn't mind some breakfast...save these for dinner". She patted the side of her satchel where she had just placed the potatoes. Brielle tried her best to be a 'good' person, but with many of the acts she witnessed (like Derricks ferocious attitude) she wasn't sure if there was any good left in the world. Aside from the small acts of kindness she came across here at Sanctuary. One of the King's 'treat half-breeds well, we do not know what horrors they have experienced' speech seeped into her mind. It unfortunately struck a cord, and she found herself being more rational around them instead of acting out with emotion.
"Here, follow me..." Brielle said, walking to the giant opening that led into the Mountain. As she looked back to Lucile, her eyes caught an unfamiliar face in the crowd. Black hair, a thin face, she raised an eyebrow and shrugged it off. Two guards were on each side that nodded back to her as she nodded to them. She made sure Lucile was close to her side as they walked in, to insinuate he was with her. She led him down long cavern hallway - that had a few hallways on eachside before it opened up into the gathering hall. Which is where the King addressed the Village, it wasn't anything special. A giant cavernous circle. There were beggars, and shops set up in here as well. She took him East, and it was not to long that they walked into another giant open room. The smell of warm food, and the sounds of comfortable small talk rang in her ears. She led Lucile to a table with some food and finally spoke after leading him through the Sanctuary "Grab whatever you like..." She gestured, she herself grabbed a muffin, and a few apples. Her eyes scanned the tables, nodding and smiling at some of the folks. Her eyes then rested on just the person she had been wanting to see since the encounter at the gate, Eden.
"Eden!" She exclaimed, and walked over quickly to the group, "Hey Sparrow" Brielle hummed her name, "Good Morning, hope you all slept well". Brielle turned her attention to Eden, "Uhm..." she laughed a bit and scratched the back of her head "You mind working with me on some close range techniques?" Brielle hated asking for help - some weird pride thing, but she also did just overstep her boundaries a bit at the gate. An anxiety filled her that made her wonder if she'd ever actually fight one of those simpletons. "Whenever you're free of course...preferably soon.." Her peripheral caught the site of the boy Sparrow's age next to her, she raised an eyebrow "Are you new here?" She leaned towards him, something raised her interest. | Name: Ysran Stormreach. He doesn't really know his name, so he just threw a few things together.
Age: Around late 20's
Breed: Human. However, demonic exposure has transformed his ears. Many think he is a half-breed.
Personality: Could be described as "Neutral Evil," He isn't explicitly evil, as in, he won't burn down buildings or terrorize people, but in the pursuit of knowledge and power, no price is to great to pay, even if it means resorting to things others may find "Evil"
Equipment: Ysran carries a pack of ritual materials and demonic texts. He also carries a Machete.
Bio: Ysran, or at least that's what he's gone to calling himself now, was a very smart child. He learned to read from his parents, and how to survive out in the wilderness. Because that's where he lived. He lived with a group of humans who were just trying to survive. Yet in his 15th year his entire tribe was destroyed by the demons.
A normal human would have ran, but Ysran was... Fascinated. He stared on, half terrified, half in wonder, as everyone was slaughtered. Yet when a rather human-like demon appeared to finish him, he asked to learn from them. The demons took a great interest in him. A human who would willingly work with them in the pursuit of knowledge. Surprisingly, they accepted his offer.
Forming a pact with them, he would be granted knowledge and demonic power, in exchange for information on how humans lived. How did they interact with each other? How did they make their weapons? The same way they did? These particular set of demons wanted to know, and were willing to offer power. Ysran accepted, and began to slowly return info to the group. He was then told of a place called "Sanctuary". A large congregation of humans? Perfect. He could learn much. He set out, seeking to know what awaits him.
Ysran was granted a small list of spell-like abilities:
A ball of dark energy capable of delivering quite a bit of force, about enough to go through a door. Against living targets, this can knock people down, and it terms of damage, it would take 2-3 to kill a normal person as the darkness burns like a strong acid. You're basically being hit with a bowling ball made of acid.
Attracts all manner of fish and sometimes other aquatic creatures to a singular point. The range can vary from a few inches to several feet.
A zombie-like minion is summoned to do Ysran's bidding. It can follow simple commands such as "Hold this" or "Go there". If told to, the Shambler will follow another person's commands until told otherwise by Ysran. It prioritizes Ysran's commands first. here's a pic.
A fish (or other aquatic creature) is summoned much like a Shambler. These can be anything from a goldfish, to a Great White Shark. However the general rule is, the bigger the creature, the shorter time it has before it is unsummoned. This can be delayed, but requires great concentration from Ysran.
Creates a layer of Scale-like armor around the skin. It doesn't turn your skin into scales,it just created a layer of them on top of the skin. Greater Fishscales is stronger, but normal Fishscales can be cast on others.
Can heal most wounds, poisons, and some diseases. This spell however costs quite a bit of mana, and spell casting time can take a while.
Fills an opponent's lungs with water, drowning them. However first, Ysran must mentally overcome his opponent. The spell also takes a moment to cast, and only lasts as long as Ysran concentrates.
Ysran sends forth a black smokescreen, and all that see within are shown monstrous, disgusting versions of their worst fears come to life. This usually makes people run away, or cower in fear.
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Name
Eden Brown
Age
21
Species
Human
Gender
Male
Description
Eden has a long and lean frame and stands at a height of 6'1 when standing up straight, but he has a very heavy tendency to slouch which makes him appear an inch or so shorter. He has dark brown dreadlocks that he wears in two styles, down or in a nice ponytail. He has brown eyes, a pale complexion and is generally considered very average in appearance.
Personality
Eden is a humble soul who enjoys bringing smiles to all. He is very loyal to those he has formed relationships with and will go the extra mile to ensure that they are well cared for. He is fairly educated and is somewhat of a genius when it comes to attempting to decipher what old world artifacts wouldve previously been, as long as it isnt too complicated.
Bio
Eden never really got the chance to know his parents like many other children did. What is known of them and their time in sanctuary is very little. As far as he knows his mother and father were travelers who wandered the world not knowing who to trust or where they could stay for long. Unlike many orphans who lost their parents to demons, Eden's parents abandoned him during early infancy at entrance to Sanctuary. And from there he was raised among the people of Sanctuary as if they were his own family. For a long while, many speculated that Eden's mother and father had been demons in disguise sent pretend to be a couple in need looking for a place to stay for the night, and had left Eden as some sort of trap. However, as Eden grew over time and showed no signs of being a demon this theory soon disappeared.
When Eden came of age to finally put his effort into the community he wanted to return what the residents had done for him. So he decided to take up the work as a teenager to watch over the younger children and teach them, and after a few years when he became an adult, he was selected to be one of the few trainers for the children. Now he lives his days out helping those in need, he is always willing to take on jobs that aren't his own if it means to return a favor.
Secrets
-Wears the only trinket his mother and father left him with, a necklace with a strange crystal on it.
-He enjoys poking around for things related to the past, more specifically anything music related.
-Spends most of his time at night singing alone somewhere where not many can hear him.
-The Sanctuary
"Haha! Ha...haha...no, I-I'm human! Just like you!"
Street Food
Name
061001 - Adam Willius
Age
Unknown, seems in late teens/early twenties
Breed
Demon
Gender
Male
Description
In his human form, Adam stands at 5'7" with light brown hair and lovely green eyes. His skin in this form is a nice pale.
In his demon form, Adam stands at 6'3" with white strands of hair and crimson red eyes. His skin in this form is ghostly white.
Personality
While he appears human, Adam is very kind and passionate about protecting others. He appears especially attractive and innocent. While human, Adam is loving and listens very well. He seems like the perfect nice person. He is silly, and everything a shy and innocent person would be.
However, when he is in his demon form he is the opposite. He is cruel, terrible, and terrifying. He'll protect those who he deems worthy of protecting, but he is mostly uncontrollable and chaotic while in this mode. He's unpredictable.
Backstory
The demons were getting smarter. More clever. They wanted a way to create more of themselves that looked human. So they did. They took what was needed to create a demon, and placed it into the body of a human. The result was Adam.
But Adam was a failure. He didn't want to hurt the humans, he wanted to protect them. He felt...emotions. He was lucky he had his demon form, and he fought his demon parents off. Killed them, and then set out on his own. Did he want...closure? A home? A family? Being a human is confusing. After finding a few and (secretly) learning from them, he's gotten the hang of it. Now, he's one his way to The Sanctuary. He just hopes they don't murder him.
Misc
-In human form, he carries two daggers made from his parent's bones
-Adam finds humans interesting, so if he's to be with one romantically he doesn't care their sex
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NAME
born ariel lin, but has been called sparrow her entire life
AGE
somewhere in her late teens, likely eighteen or nineteen
BREED
entirely human
PERSONALITY
-charismatic -naive
-idealistic -obsessive
-forgiving -passionate
BIOGRAPHY
Oddly enough, Sparrow had a fairly normal childhood. Well, as normal of a childhood as she could have while growing up in the apocalypse. Her parents were loving, patient, and kind, and while she was raised within the confines of a small home in the middle of nowhere, she was a happy child. Her grandfather had built the small home where she was raised in the middle of the woods, hoping to make it a safe place for future generations, and so it was, until the attacks started happening. Her grandparents had long since passed, and Sparrow was somewhere around ten when the first attack happened. The demons took her mother and left young Sparrow with her father. The heartbroken two left their home in search of a safe place. A sanctuary.
They joined the residents of Sanctuary and have been with them ever since. Sparrow's father took the job of a guard, and once old enough Sparrow started working in the kitchens.
MISC.
-sparrow is way too trusting and likes to think there is good in everyone
- Name - Luciel K. Lumiere
Age - Appears early 20s
Breed - Halfbreed (Fiend bloodline)
Luciel stands at 5'10 with thick shoulder-length blonde hair and hazel eyes. Clean and smooth complexion save for freckles. Luciel sports four horns as well as the start of branching antlers, these are kept loosely bound with long strips of cloth which hold an array of symbols and Latin phrases painted in blood. The phrases depict a wide variety of prayers, though the symbols meld together like their own shapeless language which many suspect is demonic script.
Wide pupils constrict vertically into cat-like slits rather than simply narrowing, and reverse in reaction to darkness. Ironically, Luciel is far from a fan of bright light for this reason as it steals color from his vision in return for exceptional sight in low light settings.
Luciel speaks with as little mouth movement, accentuated upper and lower K9 fangs only hinting to the vicious maw behind them. With elastic properties to his facial skin around his double-jointed jaw, the rows of teeth continue another inch back. A bite from Luciel would be equally as horrifying as painful.
Lastly, slender fingers are armored especially around the tips with pale claws. The real oddity is how clean and filed they're kept, leaving them smooth and blunt to the touch...though they have a nasty habit of rapid growth back to razor sharpness if not tended to as religiously as Luciel keeps them.
In a slightly androgynous way, Luciel could be considered beautiful if the eye is willing to look past their monstrous features.
Luciel prefers an attire that resembles cloth, though is silken smooth. Form fitting though humble in its color resembling dried blood with his hues of faded crimson and charcoal black. The shawl worn over the suit holds an addition resembling a collar of burnt silver with a similar fastener linked to a ring around his shoulders.
The suit, itself has no pockets and the lower section integrates built in boots with flat 2-inch boot heels. It's unclear how this attire is put on or taken off, though the silver collar appears to be independent of the ensemble.
The quiet type, Luciel keeps to himself as he is wholly aware of what he is mostly out of fear of humans. This could be considered a predisposition, though his understanding nature reflects the notion to instead paint the situation as an unwillingness to unnerve humans with his appearance...and behavior.
Somewhere in the wasteland, Luciel found what some know as 'God', and his faith pulled him back from the sadistically feral blood that burns in his veins. Indefatigable purpose, empathy and a goal to aid the ailing currently staves off the monster that screams to maul humans and devour their flesh at every given second of every day. Because of this, his worship is obscenely odd and involves acts akin to the live sacrifice of animals, prayer/meditation, dancing in the moonlight (rarely naked) and 'sealing' (entering a trance to scribe the script into strips of cloth which adorn his horns and antlers).
Getting past his quirks, Luciel is a fan of company, though is a man of few words or facial emotions but is eager to serve human guests. His sense of humor can be seen as inappropriate or dark at times, but he means well and simply hasn't had much interaction with humans.
However, his greatest flaw is a vow of pacifism which some would see as his most honorable quality; an unconditional refusal to take life. Though he is far more than capable of defending himself and others with his qualities that separate him from humanity, the idea of drawing blood and being lost to bloodlust is a risk he refuses to take.
The events leading up to Luciel's birth are detailed in ways that have no business being recalled in text. A young woman bore the child of a horrific demon, a process that killed her in the process, leaving her older brother in possession of an abomination that spat in the face of God and Man. However, the small monster was still the last shred of family he had left. Whether it was this realization or simply beholding the unholy bridge between mankind and demons, he was driven into what the rest of his tribe described as madness. While he was ordered by the elders to dash the monster upon rocks and be done with the nightmare, he resisted and foolishly fled with everything his arms could carry, his or not.
My father was a good man. He taught me about the world and how we were the children of the earth and were born to live in fear. How to hunt in spite of my protest, how to harvest crops from the unbroken world...how to hide. I was great at hiding. We would play games where I would hide in the forest for days and father couldn't find me! It was in the woods where I truly learned how to play hide-and-seek with the beasts. Many ran from me, but the biggest one!
The biggest one had horns higher than I could reach! It had three eyes and fangs as big as my arms with HUGE claws! It was so cool! It roared so loud it shook the trees and my own shriek barely made the grass quiver, though that was probably the wind. I wanted it to make the sound again, to stay and tell me what else it knew...but it just...left.
It was years later that I realized how they all leave...
My father was my uncle, some madman who abandoned me in the woods time and time again to be eaten by the beasts who instigated my life. I learned this from an old man wandering the wastes when he found me over my uncle's corpse. Knife still in his hand and slashes across his arms and throat. The old man seemed to know him. More surprisingly, he knew me, told me how I was the child of the devil who killed dozens of those he loved. After an old word used to name the monster, the old man named me 'Luciel' before handing me a silver crucifix, saying that it would protect me.
Truly, he did not care what became of me, or even himself from the look in his eyes. He simply lost too much to have a handle on his old life. I followed him for a distance with everything my arms could carry and whatever I could fit in uncle's backpack in spite of his shouts to leave him be or what books he threw at me.
I...just didn't want to be alone. Even if it meant being at a distance and hated.
Weeks in, the man relented and taught me of the books he carried, the hope in the pages and its message for mankind and the mankind within me. He told me the truth of the world, and each syllable made me hate the man who had lied to me, stole me from my home and abandoned me in the woods countless times.
The old man also taught me about forgiveness...and gratitude. Without the evil and sacrifice of one man, I would have been dead before my eyes even opened. Regardless of the decade that followed and my life before, the few weeks I spent with the old man made me feel a part of something, as though I belonged.
Shouting matches with beasts, my first kill to protect the man...I understood prayer and it saved me from what I had almost become. I never wanted to be lost to the madness that left me in fits of manic hysteria like some rabid animal. I learned that believing in something had more power than what the true 'nothing' could actually provide. So after my trials and seeing the man disappear into the waterfall of sanctuary from afar, the old questions stung for only the moment it took for me to swallow and steal my resolve and begin building a shelter.
Do I believe in God?
No.
Humans are their own gods. Monsters only have demons.
And I made my choice of which one I wanted to be.
The Fiend blood that runs through Luciel gave him an innate skill in dark magic, though through conviction and faith, the darkness was bent across its own spectrum of physical manipulation, giving birth to light magic. This light magic has few but powerful spells focused on mending and protecting.
While Luciel wields these 'miracles', he is well aware of their origins. Demons bent the material plane to exact fear and devastation upon mankind in ways he seeks to undo through the base spell's understanding.
Luciel's most powerful and frequently casted spell. The translation roughly comes out as 'Loom'.
The intent is to stitch organic matter back together by binding wounds with seemingly golden threads and imbuing flesh with radiant energy which forces the body to quickly heal wounds at speeds that can be visibly observed. Though the whole casting may take anywhere from a few seconds to a minute depending on the severity of the wound, this spell has the capability to mend bone and knit muscle together to the extent of potentially reattaching severed limbs.
- This spell will not restore blood loss.
- Only good for one wound at a time and requires both hands and concentration.
- Can be used to mitigate damage from poison by forcing the victim's body to heal through the poison's effect until it is worked out of the body, naturally. This process can take a long time and is anything but pleasant.
- Therapy from the spell can ease back pain and arthritis brought about by aging, but cannot cure cancer or other diseases that have reemerged and now limit the human life span.
A more diverse form of 'Repth' that is less focused, though the general nature grants surprising benefits. Translated as 'Inspire'.
The expelled energy finds its way into nearby targets in a burst to swiftly boost metabolism with the buffer of magic, granting a significant hike to stamina, endurance and strength. While a side effect enhances the body's natural healing process, this is hardly enough to matter in the heat of combat.
- Good for moral as it temporarily sates fatigue.
- Requires both hands to channel and for targets to remain within 30ft for full effect.
- Doesn't so much bolster strength as it does allow fighters to put everything into every swing with little recovery.
A self-defense spell which vaguely translates to 'Burden'.
While will and spirit can carry a heart as far as legs wish, the spell is the closest to the darkness that Luciel dares to venture. The spell causes natural acids to build up in muscles at an alarming rate by hindering muscle's metabolism rates. The effect quickly tires victims and subjects them to cramps from continued strenuous activity such as running or fighting. The spell cannot be made fatal, and its result heavily depends on the actions of the afflicted.
- Can be cast with one hand, allowing two targets at once.
- Accumulation of amino acids in muscles cause targets to tire 5-10 times as fast. This does not target the heart or lungs but simply persists through concentration until canceled or the target collapses from their muscles simply failing to hold them up any longer.
- Luciel takes no pleasure in the use of the spell, and it is used mainly in self defense to dissuade pursuers or attackers.
- Highly ineffective against ranged attackers who simply need to pull and release a bowstring.
- Highly effective against attackers who need to get close with heavy armor and weapons.
- Spell cannot be focused with both hands to increase the effect. The spell magically limits a bodily function, not reverse it.
- Cancelling the spell in any way restores targets to the strength they had if normal exertion was factored in...though cramps can still hurt.
- Hearty targets can resist the effect for longer.
- Will probably just piss off greater demons.
Misc
- Usually ignored by some demons such as Fiends which he has a...strange...understanding with, even though they're regarded as one of the more vicious and merciless of beasts.
-Unarmed save for a blunt dagger he uses to harvest wild produce as well as an 'ancient' silver crucifix passed down in his family...and tough antlers, horns, an array of sharp teeth and claws (assuming he lets them grow).
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AGE
37
BREED
Human
PERSONALITY
-dark -manipulative
-idealistic -obsessive
-righteous -relentless
BIOGRAPHY
He grew up on the northern monastery of the Golden Claws. It is a post apocalyptic human settlement which guards the human occupied lands of the south from northern demonic invasions. For years, since the demons stopped their invasion, there was quiet. All they had to take care of was the occasional demon which tried to pass the border or attempted to pass as a civilian. So you can't really blame them for being unprepared and overwhelmed when a sudden demon attack obliterated the whole monastery. Everyone was killed. Young and old, master and student, no one was spared from the slaughter. They could easily defend against battalions of demon foot soldiers but the thing that attacked them, that monstrosity was never seen before and the fact that it sprung up from the ground, like it was buried there for centuries and had just awoken didn't make the defending any easier.
Numenor was the only one to survive. Now his mission is to travel south, informing any and every settlement along the way of what is to come. They have to know, they have to prepare for the hell fire that is to come...
MISC. |
53,437 | 1,457 | 30 | 2,663 | 35 | oh Adam you don't have to go any further, I never really knew my parents either. he'd say trying to stop Adam before he got too emotional. He'd then look up hearing a famailar voice.
His eyes would lock with Brielle as she was headed their way and he greets her happily with a hug. He'd turn his attention to her to address her question.
oh well today I was gonna teach the kids about some of the local flora and fauna, but if you wanted I could take you to work with me soon. Perhaps we could go over a few things there? It would be good for the children as well to see some things demonstrated. Unless, you preferred something more so centered around us two training? It's your choice."
He smiles giving her a bright a toothy grin, one of his thick long dread locks would be hanging down in a goofy manner in the center of his face. | Name
Eden Brown
Age
21
Species
Human
Gender
Male
Description
Eden has a long and lean frame and stands at a height of 6'1 when standing up straight, but he has a very heavy tendency to slouch which makes him appear an inch or so shorter. He has dark brown dreadlocks that he wears in two styles, down or in a nice ponytail. He has brown eyes, a pale complexion and is generally considered very average in appearance.
Personality
Eden is a humble soul who enjoys bringing smiles to all. He is very loyal to those he has formed relationships with and will go the extra mile to ensure that they are well cared for. He is fairly educated and is somewhat of a genius when it comes to attempting to decipher what old world artifacts wouldve previously been, as long as it isnt too complicated.
Bio
Eden never really got the chance to know his parents like many other children did. What is known of them and their time in sanctuary is very little. As far as he knows his mother and father were travelers who wandered the world not knowing who to trust or where they could stay for long. Unlike many orphans who lost their parents to demons, Eden's parents abandoned him during early infancy at entrance to Sanctuary. And from there he was raised among the people of Sanctuary as if they were his own family. For a long while, many speculated that Eden's mother and father had been demons in disguise sent pretend to be a couple in need looking for a place to stay for the night, and had left Eden as some sort of trap. However, as Eden grew over time and showed no signs of being a demon this theory soon disappeared.
When Eden came of age to finally put his effort into the community he wanted to return what the residents had done for him. So he decided to take up the work as a teenager to watch over the younger children and teach them, and after a few years when he became an adult, he was selected to be one of the few trainers for the children. Now he lives his days out helping those in need, he is always willing to take on jobs that aren't his own if it means to return a favor.
Secrets
-Wears the only trinket his mother and father left him with, a necklace with a strange crystal on it.
-He enjoys poking around for things related to the past, more specifically anything music related.
-Spends most of his time at night singing alone somewhere where not many can hear him. |
53,438 | 1,457 | 31 | 1,415 | 573 | Ysran could hear a small commotion from near the entrance as he wandered throughout the streets. He listened in as closely as he could. From what he could gather, this was a social call. Perfect. This would likely give him some much needed info. He decided to tail and observe.
They began to talk about their food. Hm. A bit of a strange thing to talk about. Maybe he was a foreigner like himself and this food was new to him? Well, that didn't matter right now. Time to keep listening.
Another person had soon joined them. He couldn't quite hear their names. But, with any luck, he'd either find out soon, or it wouldn't matter. The new person began to pull out some sort of food. Yams? Probably. He also held up his hands. A gesture of sorts? Maybe.
They talked about the origins of one of them. So that's what they would talk about when meeting a new person? Seems reasonable enough. Soon enough they were finished eating, and stood up. Time to follow.
One of them looked directly at him. He gave a quick wave, and began looking down in an attempt to disengage. Looks like it worked. He continued following them. | Name: Ysran Stormreach. He doesn't really know his name, so he just threw a few things together.
Age: Around late 20's
Breed: Human. However, demonic exposure has transformed his ears. Many think he is a half-breed.
Personality: Could be described as "Neutral Evil," He isn't explicitly evil, as in, he won't burn down buildings or terrorize people, but in the pursuit of knowledge and power, no price is to great to pay, even if it means resorting to things others may find "Evil"
Equipment: Ysran carries a pack of ritual materials and demonic texts. He also carries a Machete.
Bio: Ysran, or at least that's what he's gone to calling himself now, was a very smart child. He learned to read from his parents, and how to survive out in the wilderness. Because that's where he lived. He lived with a group of humans who were just trying to survive. Yet in his 15th year his entire tribe was destroyed by the demons.
A normal human would have ran, but Ysran was... Fascinated. He stared on, half terrified, half in wonder, as everyone was slaughtered. Yet when a rather human-like demon appeared to finish him, he asked to learn from them. The demons took a great interest in him. A human who would willingly work with them in the pursuit of knowledge. Surprisingly, they accepted his offer.
Forming a pact with them, he would be granted knowledge and demonic power, in exchange for information on how humans lived. How did they interact with each other? How did they make their weapons? The same way they did? These particular set of demons wanted to know, and were willing to offer power. Ysran accepted, and began to slowly return info to the group. He was then told of a place called "Sanctuary". A large congregation of humans? Perfect. He could learn much. He set out, seeking to know what awaits him.
Ysran was granted a small list of spell-like abilities:
A ball of dark energy capable of delivering quite a bit of force, about enough to go through a door. Against living targets, this can knock people down, and it terms of damage, it would take 2-3 to kill a normal person as the darkness burns like a strong acid. You're basically being hit with a bowling ball made of acid.
Attracts all manner of fish and sometimes other aquatic creatures to a singular point. The range can vary from a few inches to several feet.
A zombie-like minion is summoned to do Ysran's bidding. It can follow simple commands such as "Hold this" or "Go there". If told to, the Shambler will follow another person's commands until told otherwise by Ysran. It prioritizes Ysran's commands first. here's a pic.
A fish (or other aquatic creature) is summoned much like a Shambler. These can be anything from a goldfish, to a Great White Shark. However the general rule is, the bigger the creature, the shorter time it has before it is unsummoned. This can be delayed, but requires great concentration from Ysran.
Creates a layer of Scale-like armor around the skin. It doesn't turn your skin into scales,it just created a layer of them on top of the skin. Greater Fishscales is stronger, but normal Fishscales can be cast on others.
Can heal most wounds, poisons, and some diseases. This spell however costs quite a bit of mana, and spell casting time can take a while.
Fills an opponent's lungs with water, drowning them. However first, Ysran must mentally overcome his opponent. The spell also takes a moment to cast, and only lasts as long as Ysran concentrates.
Ysran sends forth a black smokescreen, and all that see within are shown monstrous, disgusting versions of their worst fears come to life. This usually makes people run away, or cower in fear. |
53,439 | 1,457 | 32 | 986 | 1,735 | Luciel made no comment as Brielle took the yams, having offered for her to take her pick rather than take them all. It mattered so little, since she'd already helped him so much that she deserved a bit extra, anyway. To finish off the joke, he knowingly replied, "Try not to mention it, I have a reputation to maintain" with a small hiss of a chuckle, forked tongue briefly flicking between his teeth. No sooner had he shouldered the pack once more than had the suggestion been offered to go to the dining hall. The mutt was thrilled by the idea of food, though as he was being led through the streets, the crowds unnerved him. He took the time to again adjust the bear head to make the disguise as convincing as possible. The thought crossed his mind of how suspicious he would seem if anyone actually caught on, though he didn't imagine it was such a large concern as long as he had an escort.
He had to admit, the town was certainly not what he had expected. Caverns and structures built within it gave a small twist to his own view of living in a cave. Monsters and men, that sort of stipulation was mostly lost to his awe. Now more than ever, he cautiously followed Brielle while taking in the scenery now that he was in the belly of the beast.
Even entering the mess hall, he was nervous what with the volume of humans and their conversations. Paranoia took him with the even slightest glance, certain he would be driven out or worse at any moment. The gripping fear had quelled the innate instinct to kill, so much so that he hadn't realized where he was being led until Brielle gestured to the table of confections which she took a few articles from before making her way off to a group. They were most certainly not his kind of people, especially with how happy and friendly they were with each other.
Rather than stand there by the table, Luciel followed suit, though paused right after grabbing a wooden plate. A second outstretched hand retracted to momentarily touch the silver of his necklace while swiftly whispering, "Bless us, lord; this bounty and the charity of its provider."
Carefully, he picked out a slice of ham, a muffin, apple...the such that was unlike what he could provide for himself. While rabbit sinew and goat blood was as savory in a stew or raw, the care that was put into the preparation of baked goods and livestock was a luxury that was impossible to simply pass up.
Stocked with as much as he'd dare take, the matter of seating presented itself. Luciel reasoned that following Brielle was probably the sensible option, since sitting alone could be done anywhere, and people seemed to know who she was well enough to respect her. 'Friends' being a foreign concept, and respect being the closest next, 'Eden', as Brielle addressed him, seemed nice enough. Among the others, Luciel couldn't be sure, but took his collection with him to also approach the group.
Awkwardly, he greeted them with a small bow before taking a seat on the bench across from Brielle. "Good morning" he said after a moment of staring at the plate, trying to decide where to start. Taking the apple from the top, he kept his head low, utilizing the bear hood to hide his eyes which were likely sharp from the nervousness at this point.
An odd sense bled through his senses. It was an oddly familiar scent he couldn't place his finger on. Lifting his head only enough to eye Adam, Luciel sniffed before lightly nibbling the fruit with his very front teeth. He reasoned that whatever the feeling was, it certainly could not be farther from his business. While the blood in the humans called to him with all of its hateful stink, he seemed almost hollow, as if he weren't even there save for a faint sweetness that was difficult to explain. Again, not his problem, no matter what it could mean.
"Miss Brielle is...showing me around town?" Luciel explained, glancing up to Brielle for confirmation. | Name - Luciel K. Lumiere
Age - Appears early 20s (Likely late 20s)
Breed - Halfbreed (Fiend bloodline)
Luciel stands at 5'10 with thick shoulder-length blonde hair and hazel eyes. Clean and smooth complexion save for freckles. Luciel sports four horns as well as the start of branching antlers, these are kept loosely bound with long strips of cloth which hold an array of symbols and Latin phrases painted in blood. The phrases depict a wide variety of prayers, though the symbols meld together like their own shapeless language which many suspect is demonic script.
Wide pupils constrict vertically into cat-like slits rather than simply narrowing, and reverse in reaction to darkness. Ironically, Luciel is far from a fan of bright light for this reason as it steals color from his vision in return for exceptional sight in low light settings.
Luciel speaks with as little mouth movement, accentuated upper and lower K9 fangs only hinting to the vicious maw behind them. With elastic properties to his facial skin around his double-jointed jaw, the rows of teeth continue another inch back. A bite from Luciel would be equally as horrifying as painful.
Lastly, slender fingers are armored especially around the tips with pale claws. The real oddity is how clean and filed they're kept, leaving them smooth and blunt to the touch...though they have a nasty habit of rapid growth back to razor sharpness if not tended to as religiously as Luciel keeps them.
In a slightly androgynous way, Luciel could be considered beautiful if the eye is willing to look past their monstrous features.
Luciel prefers an attire that resembles cloth, though is silken smooth. Form fitting though humble in its color resembling dried blood with his hues of faded crimson and charcoal black. The shawl worn over the suit holds an addition resembling a collar of burnt silver with a similar fastener linked to a ring around his shoulders.
The suit, itself has no pockets and the lower section integrates built in boots with flat 2-inch boot heels. It's unclear how this attire is put on or taken off, though the silver collar appears to be independent of the ensemble.
The quiet type, Luciel keeps to himself as he is wholly aware of what he is mostly out of fear of humans. This could be considered a predisposition, though his understanding nature reflects the notion to instead paint the situation as an unwillingness to unnerve humans with his appearance...and behavior.
Somewhere in the wasteland, Luciel found what some know as 'God', and his faith pulled him back from the sadistically feral blood that burns in his veins. Indefatigable purpose, empathy and a goal to aid the ailing currently staves off the monster that screams to maul humans and devour their flesh at every given second of every day. Because of this, his worship is obscenely odd and involves acts akin to the live sacrifice of animals, prayer/meditation, dancing in the moonlight (rarely naked) and 'sealing' (entering a trance to scribe the script into strips of cloth which adorn his horns and antlers).
Getting past his quirks, Luciel is a fan of company, though is a man of few words or facial emotions but is eager to serve human guests. His sense of humor can be seen as inappropriate or dark at times, but he means well and simply hasn't had much interaction with humans.
However, his greatest flaw is a vow of pacifism which some would see as his most honorable quality; an unconditional refusal to take life. Though he is far more than capable of defending himself and others with his qualities that separate him from humanity, the idea of drawing blood and being lost to bloodlust is a risk he refuses to take.
The events leading up to Luciel's birth are detailed in ways that have no business being recalled in text. A young woman bore the child of a horrific demon, a process that killed her in the process, leaving her older brother in possession of an abomination that spat in the face of God and Man. However, the small monster was still the last shred of family he had left. Whether it was this realization or simply beholding the unholy bridge between mankind and demons, he was driven into what the rest of his tribe described as madness. While he was ordered by the elders to dash the monster upon rocks and be done with the nightmare, he resisted and foolishly fled with everything his arms could carry, his or not.
My father was a good man. He taught me about the world and how we were the children of the earth and were born to live in fear. How to hunt in spite of my protest, how to harvest crops from the unbroken world...how to hide. I was great at hiding. We would play games where I would hide in the forest for days and father couldn't find me! It was in the woods where I truly learned how to play hide-and-seek with the beasts. Many ran from me, but the biggest one!
The biggest one had horns higher than I could reach! It had three eyes and fangs as big as my arms with HUGE claws! It was so cool! It roared so loud it shook the trees and my own shriek barely made the grass quiver, though that was probably the wind. I wanted it to make the sound again, to stay and tell me what else it knew...but it just...left.
It was years later that I realized how they all leave...
My father was my uncle, some madman who abandoned me in the woods time and time again to be eaten by the beasts who instigated my life. I learned this from an old man wandering the wastes when he found me over my uncle's corpse. Knife still in his hand and slashes across his arms and throat. The old man seemed to know him. More surprisingly, he knew me, told me how I was the child of the devil who killed dozens of those he loved. After an old word used to name the monster, the old man named me 'Luciel' before handing me a silver crucifix, saying that it would protect me.
Truly, he did not care what became of me, or even himself from the look in his eyes. He simply lost too much to have a handle on his old life. I followed him for a distance with everything my arms could carry and whatever I could fit in uncle's backpack in spite of his shouts to leave him be or what books he threw at me.
I...just didn't want to be alone. Even if it meant being at a distance and hated.
Weeks in, the man relented and taught me of the books he carried, the hope in the pages and its message for mankind and the mankind within me. He told me the truth of the world, and each syllable made me hate the man who had lied to me, stole me from my home and abandoned me in the woods countless times.
The old man also taught me about forgiveness...and gratitude. Without the evil and sacrifice of one man, I would have been dead before my eyes even opened. Regardless of the decade that followed and my life before, the few weeks I spent with the old man made me feel a part of something, as though I belonged.
Shouting matches with beasts, my first kill to protect the man...I understood prayer and it saved me from what I had almost become. I never wanted to be lost to the madness that left me in fits of manic hysteria like some rabid animal. I learned that believing in something had more power than what the true 'nothing' could actually provide. So after my trials and seeing the man disappear into the waterfall of sanctuary from afar, the old questions stung for only the moment it took for me to swallow and steal my resolve and begin building a shelter.
Do I believe in God?
No.
Humans are their own gods. Monsters only have demons.
And I made my choice of which one I wanted to be.
The Fiend blood that runs through Luciel gave him an innate skill in dark magic, though through conviction and faith, the darkness was bent across its own spectrum of physical manipulation, giving birth to light magic. This light magic has few but powerful spells focused on mending and protecting.
While Luciel wields these 'miracles', he is well aware of their origins. Demons bent the material plane to exact fear and devastation upon mankind in ways he seeks to undo through the base spell's understanding.
Luciel's most powerful and frequently casted spell. The translation roughly comes out as 'Loom'.
The intent is to stitch organic matter back together by binding wounds with seemingly golden threads and imbuing flesh with radiant energy which forces the body to quickly heal wounds at speeds that can be visibly observed. Though the whole casting may take anywhere from a few seconds to a minute depending on the severity of the wound, this spell has the capability to mend bone and knit muscle together to the extent of potentially reattaching severed limbs.
- This spell will not restore blood loss.
- Only good for one wound at a time and requires both hands and concentration.
- Can be used to mitigate damage from poison by forcing the victim's body to heal through the poison's effect until it is worked out of the body, naturally. This process can take a long time and is anything but pleasant.
- Therapy from the spell can ease back pain and arthritis brought about by aging, but cannot cure cancer or other diseases that have reemerged and now limit the human life span.
A more diverse form of 'Repth' that is less focused, though the general nature grants surprising benefits. Translated as 'Inspire'.
The expelled energy finds its way into nearby targets in a burst to swiftly boost metabolism with the buffer of magic, granting a significant hike to stamina, endurance and strength. While a side effect enhances the body's natural healing process, this is hardly enough to matter in the heat of combat.
- Good for moral as it temporarily sates fatigue.
- Requires both hands to channel and for targets to remain within 30ft for full effect.
- Doesn't so much bolster strength as it does allow fighters to put everything into every swing with little recovery.
A self-defense spell which vaguely translates to 'Burden'.
While will and spirit can carry a heart as far as legs wish, the spell is the closest to the darkness that Luciel dares to venture. The spell causes natural acids to build up in muscles at an alarming rate by hindering muscle's metabolism rates. The effect quickly tires victims and subjects them to cramps from continued strenuous activity such as running or fighting. The spell cannot be made fatal, and its result heavily depends on the actions of the afflicted.
- Can be cast with one hand, allowing two targets at once.
- Accumulation of amino acids in muscles cause targets to tire 5-10 times as fast. This does not target the heart or lungs but simply persists through concentration until canceled or the target collapses from their muscles simply failing to hold them up any longer.
- Luciel takes no pleasure in the use of the spell, and it is used mainly in self defense to dissuade pursuers or attackers.
- Highly ineffective against ranged attackers who simply need to pull and release a bowstring.
- Highly effective against attackers who need to get close with heavy armor and weapons.
- Spell cannot be focused with both hands to increase the effect. The spell magically stops a bodily function, not reverse it.
- Hearty targets can resist the effect for longer.
- Will probably just piss off greater demons.
Misc
- Usually ignored by some demons such as Fiends which he has a...strange...understanding with, even though they're regarded as one of the more vicious and merciless of beasts.
-Unarmed save for a blunt dagger he uses to harvest wild produce as well as an 'ancient' silver crucifix passed down in his family...and tough antlers, horns, an array of sharp teeth and claws (assuming he lets them grow). |
53,440 | 1,457 | 33 | 919 | 248 | "I lost my mom when I was younger too. That's why my dad and I came here." Adam felt bad lying to her, but what else was there to do? He couldn't just tell them he was a demon experiment and they'd all be fine with it. As Sparrow stood, she seemed to hesitate for a moment. Was she on to him? He let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding.
"Ready to go? There are a few things I want to show you before we leave, and I have to stop by my room for my cloak before we go too."
Adam nodded, ready to go. Before they could leave, others walked in. A woman, who seemed interested in him, asked him if he was new here. He gave a steady nod. The other was a male, who eyed him suspiciously. Yup, it was time to go outside with Sparrow.
"Lead the way, little bird," he said to her cheerfully, glad he had come up with that nickname. That's what humans did with their friends, right? Made up nicknames as a way to be closer? | The Sanctuary
"Haha! Ha...haha...no, I-I'm human! Just like you!"
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Name
061001 - Adam Willius
Age
Unknown, seems in late teens/early twenties
Breed
Demon
Gender
Male
Description
In his human form, Adam stands at 5'7" with light brown hair and lovely green eyes. His skin in this form is a nice pale.
In his demon form, Adam stands at 6'3" with white strands of hair and crimson red eyes. His skin in this form is ghostly white. He has scales coming out of his back where his spine is, and claws on the ends of his hands.
Personality
While he appears human, Adam is very kind and passionate about protecting others. He appears especially attractive and innocent. While human, Adam is loving and listens very well. He seems like the perfect nice person. He is silly, and everything a shy and innocent person would be.
However, when he is in his demon form he is the opposite. He is cruel, terrible, and terrifying. He'll protect those who he deems worthy of protecting, but he is mostly uncontrollable and chaotic while in this mode. He's unpredictable.
Backstory
The demons were getting smarter. More clever. They wanted a way to create more of themselves that looked human. So they did. They took what was needed to create a demon, and placed it into the body of a human. The result was Adam.
But Adam was a failure. He didn't want to hurt the humans, he wanted to protect them. He felt...emotions. He was lucky he had his demon form, and he fought his demon parents off. Killed them, and then set out on his own. Did he want...closure? A home? A family? Being a human is confusing. After finding a few and (secretly) learning from them, he's gotten the hang of it. Now, he's one his way to The Sanctuary. He just hopes they don't murder him.
Misc
-In human form, he carries two daggers made from his parent's bones
-Adam finds humans interesting, so if he's to be with one romantically he doesn't care their sex |
53,441 | 1,457 | 34 | 1,295 | 125 | The boy with Brielle seemed a little... odd. Sparrow shrugged it off. Probably getting a touch warm under that bear, she muses, laughing internally to herself before returning her attention to Adam, who suddenly seemed much more interested in leaving. His body looked more stiff; on edge all at once. "Lead the way, little bird." His words spur another giggle from Sparrow, who tosses her hair over her shoulder and stares into Adam's eyes. This time she doesn't hesitate and simply takes his hand, holding it lightly and leading him towards the exit of the dinning hall. With her other hand she carries Adam's now empty plate, setting it in one of the deep wooden boxes near the exit. The dish slips down into the black soapy water and settles on top of the rest of the empty plates.
"It was a pleasure to see you all. We'll be back in a bit. If anyone asks I'm umm... sick. Yeah. I'll be in my room all day." Sparrow winks at the group still near the table, halfheartedly faking a cough before disappearing out of the dinning hall with Adam. The hallway outside the dinning area was lit by candles along the wall, close to the ceiling. Out of the corner of her eye Sparrow watches her companion. The chatter of the dinning hall fades into the distance as they walk. She takes a small staircase which leads them deeper into the mountain. "Everyone's rooms are down here," she explains as they pass a handful of closed doors. "My dad and I sleep here." Sparrow stops and pushes open a deep blue door. The paint was beginning to peel, but it still looked more cheerful than many of the deep brown doors. Inside she walks to the closet and pulls out a cape not much longer than her knee length dress, and rich forest green in color. She pulls her arms from her light blue cardigan and hangs it up again before wrapping her cape around her shoulders and securing the ornate clasp on the front to keep it from slipping off. "Much better," she mutters, more to herself than anyone else. Before leaving she also grabs a length of brown ribbon from her bedside table, using it to tie back her blonde waves and keep them out of her eyes.
She turns to Adam when she finishes. "If you want I can show you the reservoir, but that's the only other thing that's down here. Upstairs are the dinning hall and kitchen, which you've seen, and the training grounds, classrooms, guard chambers, supply rooms, the main gathering hall, and the King and Queen's chambers. I can show you all but those last two before we leave, or I can show you around when we get back, it's up to you." Sparrow smiles, excited to spend more time with Adam. Despite the two only just meeting, she felt like they would get along wonderfully, then again she felt that way about most people. Too trusting. Her father swore up and down it would get her into more trouble than she was worth, but Sparrow never changed her ways. For as long as she cared to remember it had been proven to her that if you gave people the opportunity to prove that they were trustworthy, they more often than not would prove you right. | NAME
born ariel lin, but has been called sparrow her entire life
AGE
somewhere in her late teens, likely eighteen or nineteen
BREED
entirely human
PERSONALITY
-charismatic -naive
-idealistic -obsessive
-forgiving -passionate
BIOGRAPHY
Oddly enough, Sparrow had a fairly normal childhood. Well, as normal of a childhood as she could have while growing up in the apocalypse. Her parents were loving, patient, and kind, and while she was raised within the confines of a small home in the middle of nowhere, she was a happy child. Her grandfather had built the small home where she was raised in the middle of the woods, hoping to make it a safe place for future generations, and so it was, until the attacks started happening. Her grandparents had long since passed, and Sparrow was somewhere around ten when the first attack happened. The demons took her mother and left young Sparrow with her father. The heartbroken two left their home in search of a safe place. A sanctuary.
They joined the residents of Sanctuary and have been with them ever since. Sparrow's father took the job of a guard, and once old enough Sparrow started working in the kitchens.
MISC.
-sparrow is way too trusting and likes to think there is good in everyone |
53,442 | 1,457 | 35 | 919 | 248 | Adam looked at Sparrow as she giggled and flipped her hair, and he found himself with a tiny grin on his face. Why was that? Contagious laughter, perhaps? When she looked at him, directly at his eyes, he was scared that she might be able to see the monster in him. But he knew he was wrong as she took his hand. It was soft, yet not terribly soft, against his own skin. His smile grew and his heart leaped. Was that normal? Was his body okay? She lead him away, turning back and talking to the others to make sure they'd cover for her.
As they walked through the hall, Adam looked at the walls. It was neat, this fortress of humanity. He found it quite amazing how one moment humans would be fighting against each other and the next, they'd be working together against another enemy.
Sparrow opened a blue door, and Adam followed her in. He looked around, nodding in response when she told him this is where she and her father stayed.
Adam watched as she put on a deep green cape and tied up her hair. He liked the way all of the colour was together in one place, all tied up. She seemed more comfortable in her cape. He, again, found himself smiling. Was this normal for a human?
"If you want I can show you the reservoir, but that's the only other thing that's down here. Upstairs are the dining hall and kitchen, which you've seen, and the training grounds, classrooms, guard chambers, supply rooms, the main gathering hall, and the King and Queen's chambers. I can show you all but those last two before we leave, or I can show you around when we get back, it's up to you."
"How about when we get back?" Adam suggested although he didn't really mind either one. He just wanted to spend more time with this girl. She intrigued him, on multiple different levels. | The Sanctuary
"Haha! Ha...haha...no, I-I'm human! Just like you!"
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Name
061001 - Adam Willius
Age
Unknown, seems in late teens/early twenties
Breed
Demon
Gender
Male
Description
In his human form, Adam stands at 5'7" with light brown hair and lovely green eyes. His skin in this form is a nice pale.
In his demon form, Adam stands at 6'3" with white strands of hair and crimson red eyes. His skin in this form is ghostly white. He has scales coming out of his back where his spine is, and claws on the ends of his hands.
Personality
While he appears human, Adam is very kind and passionate about protecting others. He appears especially attractive and innocent. While human, Adam is loving and listens very well. He seems like the perfect nice person. He is silly, and everything a shy and innocent person would be.
However, when he is in his demon form he is the opposite. He is cruel, terrible, and terrifying. He'll protect those who he deems worthy of protecting, but he is mostly uncontrollable and chaotic while in this mode. He's unpredictable.
Backstory
The demons were getting smarter. More clever. They wanted a way to create more of themselves that looked human. So they did. They took what was needed to create a demon, and placed it into the body of a human. The result was Adam.
But Adam was a failure. He didn't want to hurt the humans, he wanted to protect them. He felt...emotions. He was lucky he had his demon form, and he fought his demon parents off. Killed them, and then set out on his own. Did he want...closure? A home? A family? Being a human is confusing. After finding a few and (secretly) learning from them, he's gotten the hang of it. Now, he's one his way to The Sanctuary. He just hopes they don't murder him.
Misc
-In human form, he carries two daggers made from his parent's bones
-Adam finds humans interesting, so if he's to be with one romantically he doesn't care their sex |
53,443 | 1,457 | 36 | 1,316 | 226 | Brielle received Edens hug openly, and warmly hugged the familiar man. They had class together when younger, immediately bonding due to being orphans at a young age. "I was thinking one on one, but anything for the youth...:do you have someone accompanying you later in the forests in case of a run in?" Brielle sat down near Lucile, her body facing Eden as they spoke. She always appreciated his company, one person she felt close too after many years. Brielle laughed as the stray dreadlock laid itself down in the center of his face - "did you just maintain them? They're looking longer these days" she stated, in reference to his glorious locks.
As Adam nodded in response to her question, Brielle broke into a laugh over Sparrows statement breaking her intriguied gaze from Adam "it's okay, I was supposed to be hunting...so I won't tell if you don't", she chuckled lightly, her cheeks flushing. Brielle moved her eyes back on Adam, as he and Sparrow quickly left, something in her gut was sitting right. She broke apart some of the freshly cooked muffin, plopping a piece in her mouth. It was a delicious treat - a satisfied hum followed suit.
"Oh right, Eden - This Lucile he's a mu-- half breed...I escorted him in today for some trades" she looked over at Lucile who was looking at her for confirmation of their situation. It was a unique sight to see Brielle being so kind to a halfbreed. Not that she was ever derrick status, she just tended to avoid even being around them. No matter how kind, the fact demon blood ran through then unsettled her greatly. So she always declined escort jobs, if possible. "If you have time before class - you can come with us so he can trade for a trowel, and then I'll join your class for the day". | Name: Ysran Stormreach. He doesn't really know his name, so he just threw a few things together.
Age: Around late 20's
Breed: Human. However, demonic exposure has transformed his ears. Many think he is a half-breed.
Personality: Could be described as "Neutral Evil," He isn't explicitly evil, as in, he won't burn down buildings or terrorize people, but in the pursuit of knowledge and power, no price is to great to pay, even if it means resorting to things others may find "Evil"
Equipment: Ysran carries a pack of ritual materials and demonic texts. He also carries a Machete.
Bio: Ysran, or at least that's what he's gone to calling himself now, was a very smart child. He learned to read from his parents, and how to survive out in the wilderness. Because that's where he lived. He lived with a group of humans who were just trying to survive. Yet in his 15th year his entire tribe was destroyed by the demons.
A normal human would have ran, but Ysran was... Fascinated. He stared on, half terrified, half in wonder, as everyone was slaughtered. Yet when a rather human-like demon appeared to finish him, he asked to learn from them. The demons took a great interest in him. A human who would willingly work with them in the pursuit of knowledge. Surprisingly, they accepted his offer.
Forming a pact with them, he would be granted knowledge and demonic power, in exchange for information on how humans lived. How did they interact with each other? How did they make their weapons? The same way they did? These particular set of demons wanted to know, and were willing to offer power. Ysran accepted, and began to slowly return info to the group. He was then told of a place called "Sanctuary". A large congregation of humans? Perfect. He could learn much. He set out, seeking to know what awaits him.
Ysran was granted a small list of spell-like abilities:
A ball of dark energy capable of delivering quite a bit of force, about enough to go through a door. Against living targets, this can knock people down, and it terms of damage, it would take 2-3 to kill a normal person as the darkness burns like a strong acid. You're basically being hit with a bowling ball made of acid.
Attracts all manner of fish and sometimes other aquatic creatures to a singular point. The range can vary from a few inches to several feet.
A zombie-like minion is summoned to do Ysran's bidding. It can follow simple commands such as "Hold this" or "Go there". If told to, the Shambler will follow another person's commands until told otherwise by Ysran. It prioritizes Ysran's commands first. here's a pic.
A fish (or other aquatic creature) is summoned much like a Shambler. These can be anything from a goldfish, to a Great White Shark. However the general rule is, the bigger the creature, the shorter time it has before it is unsummoned. This can be delayed, but requires great concentration from Ysran.
Creates a layer of Scale-like armor around the skin. It doesn't turn your skin into scales,it just created a layer of them on top of the skin. Greater Fishscales is stronger, but normal Fishscales can be cast on others.
Can heal most wounds, poisons, and some diseases. This spell however costs quite a bit of mana, and spell casting time can take a while.
Fills an opponent's lungs with water, drowning them. However first, Ysran must mentally overcome his opponent. The spell also takes a moment to cast, and only lasts as long as Ysran concentrates.
Ysran sends forth a black smokescreen, and all that see within are shown monstrous, disgusting versions of their worst fears come to life. This usually makes people run away, or cower in fear.
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Name
Eden Brown
Age
21
Species
Human
Gender
Male
Description
Eden has a long and lean frame and stands at a height of 6'1 when standing up straight, but he has a very heavy tendency to slouch which makes him appear an inch or so shorter. He has dark brown dreadlocks that he wears in two styles, down or in a nice ponytail. He has brown eyes, a pale complexion and is generally considered very average in appearance.
Personality
Eden is a humble soul who enjoys bringing smiles to all. He is very loyal to those he has formed relationships with and will go the extra mile to ensure that they are well cared for. He is fairly educated and is somewhat of a genius when it comes to attempting to decipher what old world artifacts wouldve previously been, as long as it isnt too complicated.
Bio
Eden never really got the chance to know his parents like many other children did. What is known of them and their time in sanctuary is very little. As far as he knows his mother and father were travelers who wandered the world not knowing who to trust or where they could stay for long. Unlike many orphans who lost their parents to demons, Eden's parents abandoned him during early infancy at entrance to Sanctuary. And from there he was raised among the people of Sanctuary as if they were his own family. For a long while, many speculated that Eden's mother and father had been demons in disguise sent pretend to be a couple in need looking for a place to stay for the night, and had left Eden as some sort of trap. However, as Eden grew over time and showed no signs of being a demon this theory soon disappeared.
When Eden came of age to finally put his effort into the community he wanted to return what the residents had done for him. So he decided to take up the work as a teenager to watch over the younger children and teach them, and after a few years when he became an adult, he was selected to be one of the few trainers for the children. Now he lives his days out helping those in need, he is always willing to take on jobs that aren't his own if it means to return a favor.
Secrets
-Wears the only trinket his mother and father left him with, a necklace with a strange crystal on it.
-He enjoys poking around for things related to the past, more specifically anything music related.
-Spends most of his time at night singing alone somewhere where not many can hear him.
-The Sanctuary
"Haha! Ha...haha...no, I-I'm human! Just like you!"
Street Food
Name
061001 - Adam Willius
Age
Unknown, seems in late teens/early twenties
Breed
Demon
Gender
Male
Description
In his human form, Adam stands at 5'7" with light brown hair and lovely green eyes. His skin in this form is a nice pale.
In his demon form, Adam stands at 6'3" with white strands of hair and crimson red eyes. His skin in this form is ghostly white.
Personality
While he appears human, Adam is very kind and passionate about protecting others. He appears especially attractive and innocent. While human, Adam is loving and listens very well. He seems like the perfect nice person. He is silly, and everything a shy and innocent person would be.
However, when he is in his demon form he is the opposite. He is cruel, terrible, and terrifying. He'll protect those who he deems worthy of protecting, but he is mostly uncontrollable and chaotic while in this mode. He's unpredictable.
Backstory
The demons were getting smarter. More clever. They wanted a way to create more of themselves that looked human. So they did. They took what was needed to create a demon, and placed it into the body of a human. The result was Adam.
But Adam was a failure. He didn't want to hurt the humans, he wanted to protect them. He felt...emotions. He was lucky he had his demon form, and he fought his demon parents off. Killed them, and then set out on his own. Did he want...closure? A home? A family? Being a human is confusing. After finding a few and (secretly) learning from them, he's gotten the hang of it. Now, he's one his way to The Sanctuary. He just hopes they don't murder him.
Misc
-In human form, he carries two daggers made from his parent's bones
-Adam finds humans interesting, so if he's to be with one romantically he doesn't care their sex
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NAME
born ariel lin, but has been called sparrow her entire life
AGE
somewhere in her late teens, likely eighteen or nineteen
BREED
entirely human
PERSONALITY
-charismatic -naive
-idealistic -obsessive
-forgiving -passionate
BIOGRAPHY
Oddly enough, Sparrow had a fairly normal childhood. Well, as normal of a childhood as she could have while growing up in the apocalypse. Her parents were loving, patient, and kind, and while she was raised within the confines of a small home in the middle of nowhere, she was a happy child. Her grandfather had built the small home where she was raised in the middle of the woods, hoping to make it a safe place for future generations, and so it was, until the attacks started happening. Her grandparents had long since passed, and Sparrow was somewhere around ten when the first attack happened. The demons took her mother and left young Sparrow with her father. The heartbroken two left their home in search of a safe place. A sanctuary.
They joined the residents of Sanctuary and have been with them ever since. Sparrow's father took the job of a guard, and once old enough Sparrow started working in the kitchens.
MISC.
-sparrow is way too trusting and likes to think there is good in everyone
- Name - Luciel K. Lumiere
Age - Appears early 20s
Breed - Halfbreed (Fiend bloodline)
Luciel stands at 5'10 with thick shoulder-length blonde hair and hazel eyes. Clean and smooth complexion save for freckles. Luciel sports four horns as well as the start of branching antlers, these are kept loosely bound with long strips of cloth which hold an array of symbols and Latin phrases painted in blood. The phrases depict a wide variety of prayers, though the symbols meld together like their own shapeless language which many suspect is demonic script.
Wide pupils constrict vertically into cat-like slits rather than simply narrowing, and reverse in reaction to darkness. Ironically, Luciel is far from a fan of bright light for this reason as it steals color from his vision in return for exceptional sight in low light settings.
Luciel speaks with as little mouth movement, accentuated upper and lower K9 fangs only hinting to the vicious maw behind them. With elastic properties to his facial skin around his double-jointed jaw, the rows of teeth continue another inch back. A bite from Luciel would be equally as horrifying as painful.
Lastly, slender fingers are armored especially around the tips with pale claws. The real oddity is how clean and filed they're kept, leaving them smooth and blunt to the touch...though they have a nasty habit of rapid growth back to razor sharpness if not tended to as religiously as Luciel keeps them.
In a slightly androgynous way, Luciel could be considered beautiful if the eye is willing to look past their monstrous features.
Luciel prefers an attire that resembles cloth, though is silken smooth. Form fitting though humble in its color resembling dried blood with his hues of faded crimson and charcoal black. The shawl worn over the suit holds an addition resembling a collar of burnt silver with a similar fastener linked to a ring around his shoulders.
The suit, itself has no pockets and the lower section integrates built in boots with flat 2-inch boot heels. It's unclear how this attire is put on or taken off, though the silver collar appears to be independent of the ensemble.
The quiet type, Luciel keeps to himself as he is wholly aware of what he is mostly out of fear of humans. This could be considered a predisposition, though his understanding nature reflects the notion to instead paint the situation as an unwillingness to unnerve humans with his appearance...and behavior.
Somewhere in the wasteland, Luciel found what some know as 'God', and his faith pulled him back from the sadistically feral blood that burns in his veins. Indefatigable purpose, empathy and a goal to aid the ailing currently staves off the monster that screams to maul humans and devour their flesh at every given second of every day. Because of this, his worship is obscenely odd and involves acts akin to the live sacrifice of animals, prayer/meditation, dancing in the moonlight (rarely naked) and 'sealing' (entering a trance to scribe the script into strips of cloth which adorn his horns and antlers).
Getting past his quirks, Luciel is a fan of company, though is a man of few words or facial emotions but is eager to serve human guests. His sense of humor can be seen as inappropriate or dark at times, but he means well and simply hasn't had much interaction with humans.
However, his greatest flaw is a vow of pacifism which some would see as his most honorable quality; an unconditional refusal to take life. Though he is far more than capable of defending himself and others with his qualities that separate him from humanity, the idea of drawing blood and being lost to bloodlust is a risk he refuses to take.
The events leading up to Luciel's birth are detailed in ways that have no business being recalled in text. A young woman bore the child of a horrific demon, a process that killed her in the process, leaving her older brother in possession of an abomination that spat in the face of God and Man. However, the small monster was still the last shred of family he had left. Whether it was this realization or simply beholding the unholy bridge between mankind and demons, he was driven into what the rest of his tribe described as madness. While he was ordered by the elders to dash the monster upon rocks and be done with the nightmare, he resisted and foolishly fled with everything his arms could carry, his or not.
My father was a good man. He taught me about the world and how we were the children of the earth and were born to live in fear. How to hunt in spite of my protest, how to harvest crops from the unbroken world...how to hide. I was great at hiding. We would play games where I would hide in the forest for days and father couldn't find me! It was in the woods where I truly learned how to play hide-and-seek with the beasts. Many ran from me, but the biggest one!
The biggest one had horns higher than I could reach! It had three eyes and fangs as big as my arms with HUGE claws! It was so cool! It roared so loud it shook the trees and my own shriek barely made the grass quiver, though that was probably the wind. I wanted it to make the sound again, to stay and tell me what else it knew...but it just...left.
It was years later that I realized how they all leave...
My father was my uncle, some madman who abandoned me in the woods time and time again to be eaten by the beasts who instigated my life. I learned this from an old man wandering the wastes when he found me over my uncle's corpse. Knife still in his hand and slashes across his arms and throat. The old man seemed to know him. More surprisingly, he knew me, told me how I was the child of the devil who killed dozens of those he loved. After an old word used to name the monster, the old man named me 'Luciel' before handing me a silver crucifix, saying that it would protect me.
Truly, he did not care what became of me, or even himself from the look in his eyes. He simply lost too much to have a handle on his old life. I followed him for a distance with everything my arms could carry and whatever I could fit in uncle's backpack in spite of his shouts to leave him be or what books he threw at me.
I...just didn't want to be alone. Even if it meant being at a distance and hated.
Weeks in, the man relented and taught me of the books he carried, the hope in the pages and its message for mankind and the mankind within me. He told me the truth of the world, and each syllable made me hate the man who had lied to me, stole me from my home and abandoned me in the woods countless times.
The old man also taught me about forgiveness...and gratitude. Without the evil and sacrifice of one man, I would have been dead before my eyes even opened. Regardless of the decade that followed and my life before, the few weeks I spent with the old man made me feel a part of something, as though I belonged.
Shouting matches with beasts, my first kill to protect the man...I understood prayer and it saved me from what I had almost become. I never wanted to be lost to the madness that left me in fits of manic hysteria like some rabid animal. I learned that believing in something had more power than what the true 'nothing' could actually provide. So after my trials and seeing the man disappear into the waterfall of sanctuary from afar, the old questions stung for only the moment it took for me to swallow and steal my resolve and begin building a shelter.
Do I believe in God?
No.
Humans are their own gods. Monsters only have demons.
And I made my choice of which one I wanted to be.
The Fiend blood that runs through Luciel gave him an innate skill in dark magic, though through conviction and faith, the darkness was bent across its own spectrum of physical manipulation, giving birth to light magic. This light magic has few but powerful spells focused on mending and protecting.
While Luciel wields these 'miracles', he is well aware of their origins. Demons bent the material plane to exact fear and devastation upon mankind in ways he seeks to undo through the base spell's understanding.
Luciel's most powerful and frequently casted spell. The translation roughly comes out as 'Loom'.
The intent is to stitch organic matter back together by binding wounds with seemingly golden threads and imbuing flesh with radiant energy which forces the body to quickly heal wounds at speeds that can be visibly observed. Though the whole casting may take anywhere from a few seconds to a minute depending on the severity of the wound, this spell has the capability to mend bone and knit muscle together to the extent of potentially reattaching severed limbs.
- This spell will not restore blood loss.
- Only good for one wound at a time and requires both hands and concentration.
- Can be used to mitigate damage from poison by forcing the victim's body to heal through the poison's effect until it is worked out of the body, naturally. This process can take a long time and is anything but pleasant.
- Therapy from the spell can ease back pain and arthritis brought about by aging, but cannot cure cancer or other diseases that have reemerged and now limit the human life span.
A more diverse form of 'Repth' that is less focused, though the general nature grants surprising benefits. Translated as 'Inspire'.
The expelled energy finds its way into nearby targets in a burst to swiftly boost metabolism with the buffer of magic, granting a significant hike to stamina, endurance and strength. While a side effect enhances the body's natural healing process, this is hardly enough to matter in the heat of combat.
- Good for moral as it temporarily sates fatigue.
- Requires both hands to channel and for targets to remain within 30ft for full effect.
- Doesn't so much bolster strength as it does allow fighters to put everything into every swing with little recovery.
A self-defense spell which vaguely translates to 'Burden'.
While will and spirit can carry a heart as far as legs wish, the spell is the closest to the darkness that Luciel dares to venture. The spell causes natural acids to build up in muscles at an alarming rate by hindering muscle's metabolism rates. The effect quickly tires victims and subjects them to cramps from continued strenuous activity such as running or fighting. The spell cannot be made fatal, and its result heavily depends on the actions of the afflicted.
- Can be cast with one hand, allowing two targets at once.
- Accumulation of amino acids in muscles cause targets to tire 5-10 times as fast. This does not target the heart or lungs but simply persists through concentration until canceled or the target collapses from their muscles simply failing to hold them up any longer.
- Luciel takes no pleasure in the use of the spell, and it is used mainly in self defense to dissuade pursuers or attackers.
- Highly ineffective against ranged attackers who simply need to pull and release a bowstring.
- Highly effective against attackers who need to get close with heavy armor and weapons.
- Spell cannot be focused with both hands to increase the effect. The spell magically limits a bodily function, not reverse it.
- Cancelling the spell in any way restores targets to the strength they had if normal exertion was factored in...though cramps can still hurt.
- Hearty targets can resist the effect for longer.
- Will probably just piss off greater demons.
Misc
- Usually ignored by some demons such as Fiends which he has a...strange...understanding with, even though they're regarded as one of the more vicious and merciless of beasts.
-Unarmed save for a blunt dagger he uses to harvest wild produce as well as an 'ancient' silver crucifix passed down in his family...and tough antlers, horns, an array of sharp teeth and claws (assuming he lets them grow).
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AGE
37
BREED
Human
PERSONALITY
-dark -manipulative
-idealistic -obsessive
-righteous -relentless
BIOGRAPHY
He grew up on the northern monastery of the Golden Claws. It is a post apocalyptic human settlement which guards the human occupied lands of the south from northern demonic invasions. For years, since the demons stopped their invasion, there was quiet. All they had to take care of was the occasional demon which tried to pass the border or attempted to pass as a civilian. So you can't really blame them for being unprepared and overwhelmed when a sudden demon attack obliterated the whole monastery. Everyone was killed. Young and old, master and student, no one was spared from the slaughter. They could easily defend against battalions of demon foot soldiers but the thing that attacked them, that monstrosity was never seen before and the fact that it sprung up from the ground, like it was buried there for centuries and had just awoken didn't make the defending any easier.
Numenor was the only one to survive. Now his mission is to travel south, informing any and every settlement along the way of what is to come. They have to know, they have to prepare for the hell fire that is to come...
MISC. |
53,444 | 1,457 | 37 | 1,415 | 573 | Ysran continued to follow the small group. Yet he grew increasingly bored. He decided to let them be for now, chances are, they'd be here later. The entrance seemed like a good place to observe. The walk back was uneventful. Nobody did anything extreme, or out of the ordinary. At least these people were sane. He'd met some pretty strange people in his times. Demons included. And don't even get him started on fiends.
The entrance was more or less the same. He'd need to keep observing. So far, much of the same. Many seemed to ignore the rest, or travel in pairs. Sometimes a very rare group of three or four. Despite living around so many other humans, many seemed to be independent, at least, for now. Perhaps at night, things will change. | Name: Ysran Stormreach. He doesn't really know his name, so he just threw a few things together.
Age: Around late 20's
Breed: Human. However, demonic exposure has transformed his ears. Many think he is a half-breed.
Personality: Could be described as "Neutral Evil," He isn't explicitly evil, as in, he won't burn down buildings or terrorize people, but in the pursuit of knowledge and power, no price is to great to pay, even if it means resorting to things others may find "Evil"
Equipment: Ysran carries a pack of ritual materials and demonic texts. He also carries a Machete.
Bio: Ysran, or at least that's what he's gone to calling himself now, was a very smart child. He learned to read from his parents, and how to survive out in the wilderness. Because that's where he lived. He lived with a group of humans who were just trying to survive. Yet in his 15th year his entire tribe was destroyed by the demons.
A normal human would have ran, but Ysran was... Fascinated. He stared on, half terrified, half in wonder, as everyone was slaughtered. Yet when a rather human-like demon appeared to finish him, he asked to learn from them. The demons took a great interest in him. A human who would willingly work with them in the pursuit of knowledge. Surprisingly, they accepted his offer.
Forming a pact with them, he would be granted knowledge and demonic power, in exchange for information on how humans lived. How did they interact with each other? How did they make their weapons? The same way they did? These particular set of demons wanted to know, and were willing to offer power. Ysran accepted, and began to slowly return info to the group. He was then told of a place called "Sanctuary". A large congregation of humans? Perfect. He could learn much. He set out, seeking to know what awaits him.
Ysran was granted a small list of spell-like abilities:
A ball of dark energy capable of delivering quite a bit of force, about enough to go through a door. Against living targets, this can knock people down, and it terms of damage, it would take 2-3 to kill a normal person as the darkness burns like a strong acid. You're basically being hit with a bowling ball made of acid.
Attracts all manner of fish and sometimes other aquatic creatures to a singular point. The range can vary from a few inches to several feet.
A zombie-like minion is summoned to do Ysran's bidding. It can follow simple commands such as "Hold this" or "Go there". If told to, the Shambler will follow another person's commands until told otherwise by Ysran. It prioritizes Ysran's commands first. here's a pic.
A fish (or other aquatic creature) is summoned much like a Shambler. These can be anything from a goldfish, to a Great White Shark. However the general rule is, the bigger the creature, the shorter time it has before it is unsummoned. This can be delayed, but requires great concentration from Ysran.
Creates a layer of Scale-like armor around the skin. It doesn't turn your skin into scales,it just created a layer of them on top of the skin. Greater Fishscales is stronger, but normal Fishscales can be cast on others.
Can heal most wounds, poisons, and some diseases. This spell however costs quite a bit of mana, and spell casting time can take a while.
Fills an opponent's lungs with water, drowning them. However first, Ysran must mentally overcome his opponent. The spell also takes a moment to cast, and only lasts as long as Ysran concentrates.
Ysran sends forth a black smokescreen, and all that see within are shown monstrous, disgusting versions of their worst fears come to life. This usually makes people run away, or cower in fear. |
53,445 | 1,457 | 38 | 986 | 1,735 | Company left, leaving his escort and the person who had been identified as 'Eden' alone at the table with him. Luciel had taken the restrictions of the scene to gnaw off the bottom nubs of the ripe red apple, though the words from Brielle stopped him in the motion. Teeth clicked together through the skin of the apple as he lifted his head enough to look to Eden with pupils slit like a cat's, a tenseness around the brows that looked like worry and shock. A small narrowing took hold, the disappointment bubbling back to the surface, but a response came to clarify Brielle's claim further as skin pulled away to unsheathe the sadistic maw forever grown to grin. A tiny pop sounded as Luciel's mouth widened to slice off a good two-thirds of the remaining apple with core and all. A few gnashing chomps obliterated the apple before catching the rest and pulling the stem off before the fruit met the same fate. Gorily macerating the mouthful, Luciel lifted a hand to tactfully obscure the sight after he felt the point was made, gently setting the stem back onto the plate and prying off a small section from the ham.
Swallowing hard, the beast managed the fruit down with ease. "Luci-el," he started, lifting his other hand to inhale the meat and cover the scene with his other hand in the process as he ate. His comment was aimed to correct how she had pronounced his name, though he figured it mattered little based on how she seemed to be bursting for opportunities to harmfully name him. "I owe Miss Brielle my best behavior for saving me" Luciel explained, before elaborating on the claim "Guards at the gate sought to rob me...again..."
True, this was not his first trip to the town, but only his first where he made it past the outskirts. Derrick had pinned the halfbreed as easy picking, and Luciel's subjective nature brought him to beg for mercy and forgiveness rather than give the human monster what he really wanted.
...And so he was occasionally robbed out of spite.
The only difference was that Brielle was there and had the authority to tell Derrick 'no'...this time.
Regardless of if she even cared, it was still among the most significant acts of kindness that Luciel had ever received from humans, and he was loathe to forget it.
"I will be of no trouble. A tool can wait...if you would allow my audience" Luciel continued after a palpable moment, shifting the sacks of produce on his shoulders to discretely devour the rest of the slice of ham. Again, both hands covered the mess which a forked tongue flicked through the fingers off to lap up the spiced juices of the decadent mean.
The muffin was something he could take with him and savor, especially the cute use of berries suspended within the pastry which he loved so very very much by the scent, alone. | Name - Luciel K. Lumiere
Age - Appears early 20s (Likely late 20s)
Breed - Halfbreed (Fiend bloodline)
Luciel stands at 5'10 with thick shoulder-length blonde hair and hazel eyes. Clean and smooth complexion save for freckles. Luciel sports four horns as well as the start of branching antlers, these are kept loosely bound with long strips of cloth which hold an array of symbols and Latin phrases painted in blood. The phrases depict a wide variety of prayers, though the symbols meld together like their own shapeless language which many suspect is demonic script.
Wide pupils constrict vertically into cat-like slits rather than simply narrowing, and reverse in reaction to darkness. Ironically, Luciel is far from a fan of bright light for this reason as it steals color from his vision in return for exceptional sight in low light settings.
Luciel speaks with as little mouth movement, accentuated upper and lower K9 fangs only hinting to the vicious maw behind them. With elastic properties to his facial skin around his double-jointed jaw, the rows of teeth continue another inch back. A bite from Luciel would be equally as horrifying as painful.
Lastly, slender fingers are armored especially around the tips with pale claws. The real oddity is how clean and filed they're kept, leaving them smooth and blunt to the touch...though they have a nasty habit of rapid growth back to razor sharpness if not tended to as religiously as Luciel keeps them.
In a slightly androgynous way, Luciel could be considered beautiful if the eye is willing to look past their monstrous features.
Luciel prefers an attire that resembles cloth, though is silken smooth. Form fitting though humble in its color resembling dried blood with his hues of faded crimson and charcoal black. The shawl worn over the suit holds an addition resembling a collar of burnt silver with a similar fastener linked to a ring around his shoulders.
The suit, itself has no pockets and the lower section integrates built in boots with flat 2-inch boot heels. It's unclear how this attire is put on or taken off, though the silver collar appears to be independent of the ensemble.
The quiet type, Luciel keeps to himself as he is wholly aware of what he is mostly out of fear of humans. This could be considered a predisposition, though his understanding nature reflects the notion to instead paint the situation as an unwillingness to unnerve humans with his appearance...and behavior.
Somewhere in the wasteland, Luciel found what some know as 'God', and his faith pulled him back from the sadistically feral blood that burns in his veins. Indefatigable purpose, empathy and a goal to aid the ailing currently staves off the monster that screams to maul humans and devour their flesh at every given second of every day. Because of this, his worship is obscenely odd and involves acts akin to the live sacrifice of animals, prayer/meditation, dancing in the moonlight (rarely naked) and 'sealing' (entering a trance to scribe the script into strips of cloth which adorn his horns and antlers).
Getting past his quirks, Luciel is a fan of company, though is a man of few words or facial emotions but is eager to serve human guests. His sense of humor can be seen as inappropriate or dark at times, but he means well and simply hasn't had much interaction with humans.
However, his greatest flaw is a vow of pacifism which some would see as his most honorable quality; an unconditional refusal to take life. Though he is far more than capable of defending himself and others with his qualities that separate him from humanity, the idea of drawing blood and being lost to bloodlust is a risk he refuses to take.
The events leading up to Luciel's birth are detailed in ways that have no business being recalled in text. A young woman bore the child of a horrific demon, a process that killed her in the process, leaving her older brother in possession of an abomination that spat in the face of God and Man. However, the small monster was still the last shred of family he had left. Whether it was this realization or simply beholding the unholy bridge between mankind and demons, he was driven into what the rest of his tribe described as madness. While he was ordered by the elders to dash the monster upon rocks and be done with the nightmare, he resisted and foolishly fled with everything his arms could carry, his or not.
My father was a good man. He taught me about the world and how we were the children of the earth and were born to live in fear. How to hunt in spite of my protest, how to harvest crops from the unbroken world...how to hide. I was great at hiding. We would play games where I would hide in the forest for days and father couldn't find me! It was in the woods where I truly learned how to play hide-and-seek with the beasts. Many ran from me, but the biggest one!
The biggest one had horns higher than I could reach! It had three eyes and fangs as big as my arms with HUGE claws! It was so cool! It roared so loud it shook the trees and my own shriek barely made the grass quiver, though that was probably the wind. I wanted it to make the sound again, to stay and tell me what else it knew...but it just...left.
It was years later that I realized how they all leave...
My father was my uncle, some madman who abandoned me in the woods time and time again to be eaten by the beasts who instigated my life. I learned this from an old man wandering the wastes when he found me over my uncle's corpse. Knife still in his hand and slashes across his arms and throat. The old man seemed to know him. More surprisingly, he knew me, told me how I was the child of the devil who killed dozens of those he loved. After an old word used to name the monster, the old man named me 'Luciel' before handing me a silver crucifix, saying that it would protect me.
Truly, he did not care what became of me, or even himself from the look in his eyes. He simply lost too much to have a handle on his old life. I followed him for a distance with everything my arms could carry and whatever I could fit in uncle's backpack in spite of his shouts to leave him be or what books he threw at me.
I...just didn't want to be alone. Even if it meant being at a distance and hated.
Weeks in, the man relented and taught me of the books he carried, the hope in the pages and its message for mankind and the mankind within me. He told me the truth of the world, and each syllable made me hate the man who had lied to me, stole me from my home and abandoned me in the woods countless times.
The old man also taught me about forgiveness...and gratitude. Without the evil and sacrifice of one man, I would have been dead before my eyes even opened. Regardless of the decade that followed and my life before, the few weeks I spent with the old man made me feel a part of something, as though I belonged.
Shouting matches with beasts, my first kill to protect the man...I understood prayer and it saved me from what I had almost become. I never wanted to be lost to the madness that left me in fits of manic hysteria like some rabid animal. I learned that believing in something had more power than what the true 'nothing' could actually provide. So after my trials and seeing the man disappear into the waterfall of sanctuary from afar, the old questions stung for only the moment it took for me to swallow and steal my resolve and begin building a shelter.
Do I believe in God?
No.
Humans are their own gods. Monsters only have demons.
And I made my choice of which one I wanted to be.
The Fiend blood that runs through Luciel gave him an innate skill in dark magic, though through conviction and faith, the darkness was bent across its own spectrum of physical manipulation, giving birth to light magic. This light magic has few but powerful spells focused on mending and protecting.
While Luciel wields these 'miracles', he is well aware of their origins. Demons bent the material plane to exact fear and devastation upon mankind in ways he seeks to undo through the base spell's understanding.
Luciel's most powerful and frequently casted spell. The translation roughly comes out as 'Loom'.
The intent is to stitch organic matter back together by binding wounds with seemingly golden threads and imbuing flesh with radiant energy which forces the body to quickly heal wounds at speeds that can be visibly observed. Though the whole casting may take anywhere from a few seconds to a minute depending on the severity of the wound, this spell has the capability to mend bone and knit muscle together to the extent of potentially reattaching severed limbs.
- This spell will not restore blood loss.
- Only good for one wound at a time and requires both hands and concentration.
- Can be used to mitigate damage from poison by forcing the victim's body to heal through the poison's effect until it is worked out of the body, naturally. This process can take a long time and is anything but pleasant.
- Therapy from the spell can ease back pain and arthritis brought about by aging, but cannot cure cancer or other diseases that have reemerged and now limit the human life span.
A more diverse form of 'Repth' that is less focused, though the general nature grants surprising benefits. Translated as 'Inspire'.
The expelled energy finds its way into nearby targets in a burst to swiftly boost metabolism with the buffer of magic, granting a significant hike to stamina, endurance and strength. While a side effect enhances the body's natural healing process, this is hardly enough to matter in the heat of combat.
- Good for moral as it temporarily sates fatigue.
- Requires both hands to channel and for targets to remain within 30ft for full effect.
- Doesn't so much bolster strength as it does allow fighters to put everything into every swing with little recovery.
A self-defense spell which vaguely translates to 'Burden'.
While will and spirit can carry a heart as far as legs wish, the spell is the closest to the darkness that Luciel dares to venture. The spell causes natural acids to build up in muscles at an alarming rate by hindering muscle's metabolism rates. The effect quickly tires victims and subjects them to cramps from continued strenuous activity such as running or fighting. The spell cannot be made fatal, and its result heavily depends on the actions of the afflicted.
- Can be cast with one hand, allowing two targets at once.
- Accumulation of amino acids in muscles cause targets to tire 5-10 times as fast. This does not target the heart or lungs but simply persists through concentration until canceled or the target collapses from their muscles simply failing to hold them up any longer.
- Luciel takes no pleasure in the use of the spell, and it is used mainly in self defense to dissuade pursuers or attackers.
- Highly ineffective against ranged attackers who simply need to pull and release a bowstring.
- Highly effective against attackers who need to get close with heavy armor and weapons.
- Spell cannot be focused with both hands to increase the effect. The spell magically stops a bodily function, not reverse it.
- Hearty targets can resist the effect for longer.
- Will probably just piss off greater demons.
Misc
- Usually ignored by some demons such as Fiends which he has a...strange...understanding with, even though they're regarded as one of the more vicious and merciless of beasts.
-Unarmed save for a blunt dagger he uses to harvest wild produce as well as an 'ancient' silver crucifix passed down in his family...and tough antlers, horns, an array of sharp teeth and claws (assuming he lets them grow). |
53,446 | 1,457 | 39 | 1,295 | 125 | That works for me. Sparrow thinks about taking Adam's hand again but dismisses the idea. Being so close to him felt good, and he hadn't really given her any indication that he didn't want her to continue being so friendly, but she was still sort of unsure what exactly she felt between them. Instead she keeps her hands at her sides, occasionally rubbing the cloth of her cloak between her fingers, just to give her hands something to do. With a deep breath she puts on a smile and leaves the room. Pausing outside of the room she points down the hallway. "The reservoir is down the hall. It's sort of like a bath house and a pool all in one," she explains. She looks to Adam for some sort of understanding and then makes her way back up the stairs and on to the main level.
Flickers of images from the morning pass through her brain and something comes to her attention, causing her to stumble on the stairs. She falls forward and makes a failed attempt to catch herself with her hands. Instead of lessening the pain of her fall her head smashes into the top most stair on the staircase. She groans lowly and sits up on the stairs, leaning her back against the wall. "They should call me Grace instead of Sparrow," she laughs halfheartedly, bringing a hand to her forehead and touching the skin as blood pools beneath it, causing the spot to gain a purple hue. "Sorry, this is super embarrassing... I just got distracted I think. This doesn't usually happen to me." Sparrow looks up at Adam with a dazed expression. "Would you mind if we made one more stop before we left? There is a trader in the main hall by the entrance who is really talented with medicine. I'd like someone to give me a once over before I leave the village, just to be safe." | NAME
born ariel lin, but has been called sparrow her entire life
AGE
somewhere in her late teens, likely eighteen or nineteen
BREED
entirely human
PERSONALITY
-charismatic -naive
-idealistic -obsessive
-forgiving -passionate
BIOGRAPHY
Oddly enough, Sparrow had a fairly normal childhood. Well, as normal of a childhood as she could have while growing up in the apocalypse. Her parents were loving, patient, and kind, and while she was raised within the confines of a small home in the middle of nowhere, she was a happy child. Her grandfather had built the small home where she was raised in the middle of the woods, hoping to make it a safe place for future generations, and so it was, until the attacks started happening. Her grandparents had long since passed, and Sparrow was somewhere around ten when the first attack happened. The demons took her mother and left young Sparrow with her father. The heartbroken two left their home in search of a safe place. A sanctuary.
They joined the residents of Sanctuary and have been with them ever since. Sparrow's father took the job of a guard, and once old enough Sparrow started working in the kitchens.
MISC.
-sparrow is way too trusting and likes to think there is good in everyone |
53,447 | 1,457 | 40 | 919 | 248 | Adam could see her thinking like she had in the dining hall, hesitating like she wanted to do or say something but just wasn't quite sure. He watched as she fumbled with her hands, and realized what she had been thinking about. Was it not normal for them to hold hands? As the walked out and she explained what the reservior was, Adam gave a nod. They continued on, in silence and not holding hands. It made Adam uncomfortable, as he felt much more comforted when they were holding hands.
As they began to walk up the stairs, she tripped and hit her head on the next stair. Adam drew in a quick breath, quickly rushing to her side. Perhaps, too quickly for a human. He looks to where she hit her head. There was no outside wound, but an inside one. Instinctively, he reached out to softly graze his thumb over it. This caused the two of them to be on the same level and much closer to each other. He doesn't laugh at her joke, concerned for her well-being. He looks into her eyes, the two of them face to face. It take him a moment to reply to her, a small smile appearing on his face before he does so.
"Ah, yeah. We can do that. I wouldn't want you being hurt more than you realize, although you might just have a small concussion," he says in a small voice, still looking at her. Why was he so drawn to this human girl like this? | The Sanctuary
"Haha! Ha...haha...no, I-I'm human! Just like you!"
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Name
061001 - Adam Willius
Age
Unknown, seems in late teens/early twenties
Breed
Demon
Gender
Male
Description
In his human form, Adam stands at 5'7" with light brown hair and lovely green eyes. His skin in this form is a nice pale.
In his demon form, Adam stands at 6'3" with white strands of hair and crimson red eyes. His skin in this form is ghostly white. He has scales coming out of his back where his spine is, and claws on the ends of his hands.
Personality
While he appears human, Adam is very kind and passionate about protecting others. He appears especially attractive and innocent. While human, Adam is loving and listens very well. He seems like the perfect nice person. He is silly, and everything a shy and innocent person would be.
However, when he is in his demon form he is the opposite. He is cruel, terrible, and terrifying. He'll protect those who he deems worthy of protecting, but he is mostly uncontrollable and chaotic while in this mode. He's unpredictable.
Backstory
The demons were getting smarter. More clever. They wanted a way to create more of themselves that looked human. So they did. They took what was needed to create a demon, and placed it into the body of a human. The result was Adam.
But Adam was a failure. He didn't want to hurt the humans, he wanted to protect them. He felt...emotions. He was lucky he had his demon form, and he fought his demon parents off. Killed them, and then set out on his own. Did he want...closure? A home? A family? Being a human is confusing. After finding a few and (secretly) learning from them, he's gotten the hang of it. Now, he's one his way to The Sanctuary. He just hopes they don't murder him.
Misc
-In human form, he carries two daggers made from his parent's bones
-Adam finds humans interesting, so if he's to be with one romantically he doesn't care their sex |
53,448 | 1,457 | 41 | 1,295 | 125 | Sparrow gazed into Adam'a eyes, at a loss for words when he kneels down to be closer to her. She blinks a time or two, and with a pink flush to her cheeks she nervously bites her lower lip. "I'm sure I'll be alright," she replies to him, still blushing but making absolutely no attempt to move away. She closes her eyes for a moment as a wave of dizziness washes over her, but it lasts just a few seconds and soon she opens her eyes again. Adam hadn't seemed to move while her eyes were closed, and a warm tingly feeling began to rise up from somewhere deep inside her. Instead of dwelling on the feeling she pushes herself to her feet, her stance shaky for a bit before she regains her composure and reaches out to take Adam's hand, wanting to hold it not simply for stability, but because it felt right. "I'll try not to fall again," she says with a small laugh, the words a weak attempt at a joke. She takes careful steps, slower and more purposeful than before, making every attempt not to end up on the ground again.
They weren't far from the gathering area, and when she steps inside something catches her eye. Or rather, someone. A cloaked figure stands at the edge of the large room, not mingling with the villagers, more like... studying them? Sparrow stands still for a moment, her head tilting inquisitively as she watches the figure from across the room. Then it occurs to her. He had been in the dinning hall too, not eating, just watching. The whole ordeal just seemed very out of place. People came to the village to be with other people or to trade. Never in her time had someone came to simply study them. An uneasy feeling settled over her, but she tears her eyes from the far side of the room to look at Adam. Perhaps she was just overthinking it, but something about the scenario seemed a bit off. "Adam," she says, keeping her voice low so as to not draw unnecessary attention to herself or her friend, "does that man seem odd to you? I think I saw him in the dinning hall too, he wasn't eating, he was just watching all of us. It's kind of creepy." | NAME
born ariel lin, but has been called sparrow her entire life
AGE
somewhere in her late teens, likely eighteen or nineteen
BREED
entirely human
PERSONALITY
-charismatic -naive
-idealistic -obsessive
-forgiving -passionate
BIOGRAPHY
Oddly enough, Sparrow had a fairly normal childhood. Well, as normal of a childhood as she could have while growing up in the apocalypse. Her parents were loving, patient, and kind, and while she was raised within the confines of a small home in the middle of nowhere, she was a happy child. Her grandfather had built the small home where she was raised in the middle of the woods, hoping to make it a safe place for future generations, and so it was, until the attacks started happening. Her grandparents had long since passed, and Sparrow was somewhere around ten when the first attack happened. The demons took her mother and left young Sparrow with her father. The heartbroken two left their home in search of a safe place. A sanctuary.
They joined the residents of Sanctuary and have been with them ever since. Sparrow's father took the job of a guard, and once old enough Sparrow started working in the kitchens.
MISC.
-sparrow is way too trusting and likes to think there is good in everyone |
53,449 | 1,457 | 42 | 919 | 248 | Adam felt like something was supposed to happen while they were close, but he didn't understand what. Stupid demon factor. As Sparrow stood, Adam stood with her. He was content when she grabbed his hand once more, and a smile returned upon his lips. "I'll try not to fall again," she laughs, and he gives a chuckle as well. "If you do fall again, I'll try to catch you. Try." A joke, but he would. Was that good? He watches her climbing the steps, ready to catch her if she trips again.
They got up to the gathering area, and Adam was confused when Sparrow stopped for a moment. Was something wrong with her? He was about to ask her when she lowered her voice. "Adam, does that man seem odd to you? I think I saw him in the dining hall too, he wasn't eating, he was just watching all of us. It's kind of creepy."
Adam glanced over at the man. He was quite strange. He took in a deep breath like he was nervous. In fact, he was just trying to smell if it was another demon or a mutt. He could sense the man was human. But there was something strange and more to him. He didn't smell like mutt, but didn't smell completely human. Adam shook his head.
"I don't like him, Sparrow. We...we should go. I...I have a bad feeling about him." | The Sanctuary
"Haha! Ha...haha...no, I-I'm human! Just like you!"
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Name
061001 - Adam Willius
Age
Unknown, seems in late teens/early twenties
Breed
Demon
Gender
Male
Description
In his human form, Adam stands at 5'7" with light brown hair and lovely green eyes. His skin in this form is a nice pale.
In his demon form, Adam stands at 6'3" with white strands of hair and crimson red eyes. His skin in this form is ghostly white. He has scales coming out of his back where his spine is, and claws on the ends of his hands.
Personality
While he appears human, Adam is very kind and passionate about protecting others. He appears especially attractive and innocent. While human, Adam is loving and listens very well. He seems like the perfect nice person. He is silly, and everything a shy and innocent person would be.
However, when he is in his demon form he is the opposite. He is cruel, terrible, and terrifying. He'll protect those who he deems worthy of protecting, but he is mostly uncontrollable and chaotic while in this mode. He's unpredictable.
Backstory
The demons were getting smarter. More clever. They wanted a way to create more of themselves that looked human. So they did. They took what was needed to create a demon, and placed it into the body of a human. The result was Adam.
But Adam was a failure. He didn't want to hurt the humans, he wanted to protect them. He felt...emotions. He was lucky he had his demon form, and he fought his demon parents off. Killed them, and then set out on his own. Did he want...closure? A home? A family? Being a human is confusing. After finding a few and (secretly) learning from them, he's gotten the hang of it. Now, he's one his way to The Sanctuary. He just hopes they don't murder him.
Misc
-In human form, he carries two daggers made from his parent's bones
-Adam finds humans interesting, so if he's to be with one romantically he doesn't care their sex |
53,450 | 1,457 | 43 | 1,295 | 125 | I don't like him, Sparrow. We...we should go. I...I have a bad feeling about him. Adam's words were shaky, and in response Sparrow gently squeezes his hand. "It's possible he's just lost or trying to find something. I think I want to see if he needs any help. You can stay here, I'll be okay on my own." Regretfully Sparrow releases Adam'a hand and attempts a reassuring smile before taking a few steps towards the cloaked man. She stumbles but catches herself, getting her balance back before she falls completely. Instead of walking on her own she moves over towards one of the trader's booths, placing a hand on the rough wood to help her maintain her composure.
More slowly than what was necessary she makes her way towards the man, stopping for a moment when another wave of dizziness clouds her vision. She grips a trade stand post tightly with one hand, waiting for the sensation to pass before brushing her hands down her skirt and standing up straighter. The man was still looking over the crowds of people when she approached him. "Hello," she greets him with a small and slightly shaky curtsy, "I noticed you in the dining hall earlier. Are you looking for something or someone in particular? I haven't seen you around before, and I know most everyone in Sanctuary." Her clear blue eyes stare up at the man, who stood a good eight or nine inches over her head, with a curious gleam. | NAME
born ariel lin, but has been called sparrow her entire life
AGE
somewhere in her late teens, likely eighteen or nineteen
BREED
entirely human
PERSONALITY
-charismatic -naive
-idealistic -obsessive
-forgiving -passionate
BIOGRAPHY
Oddly enough, Sparrow had a fairly normal childhood. Well, as normal of a childhood as she could have while growing up in the apocalypse. Her parents were loving, patient, and kind, and while she was raised within the confines of a small home in the middle of nowhere, she was a happy child. Her grandfather had built the small home where she was raised in the middle of the woods, hoping to make it a safe place for future generations, and so it was, until the attacks started happening. Her grandparents had long since passed, and Sparrow was somewhere around ten when the first attack happened. The demons took her mother and left young Sparrow with her father. The heartbroken two left their home in search of a safe place. A sanctuary.
They joined the residents of Sanctuary and have been with them ever since. Sparrow's father took the job of a guard, and once old enough Sparrow started working in the kitchens.
MISC.
-sparrow is way too trusting and likes to think there is good in everyone |
53,451 | 1,457 | 44 | 1,415 | 573 | Ysran visibly flinched as the girl spoke. He didn't expect anybody to actually approach him. He looked down at the smaller girl, she had long flowing blonde hair, and her eyes were a light blues. She looked... childlike. She began asking questions.
"Uhmmm... No, no. I'm not lost, I'm just... observing. I'm new here as you guessed. Just looking around. I-I was actually thinking of heading out soon to the lower village. Then again, I might look around town some more."
He looked behind the girl. There was another. A boy. He had short, ginger hair. Ysran could immediately tell that he was no human. Either a vague half-breed, with a clever disguise, or a full on demon, with an even cleverer disguise. Hmm... Either the girl didn't know, or was another rare case of friendship with a demon. Just like him. Although perhaps it was something different completely. Maybe he was another informant? | Name: Ysran Stormreach. He doesn't really know his name, so he just threw a few things together.
Age: Around late 20's
Breed: Human. However, demonic exposure has transformed his ears. Many think he is a half-breed.
Personality: Could be described as "Neutral Evil," He isn't explicitly evil, as in, he won't burn down buildings or terrorize people, but in the pursuit of knowledge and power, no price is to great to pay, even if it means resorting to things others may find "Evil"
Equipment: Ysran carries a pack of ritual materials and demonic texts. He also carries a Machete.
Bio: Ysran, or at least that's what he's gone to calling himself now, was a very smart child. He learned to read from his parents, and how to survive out in the wilderness. Because that's where he lived. He lived with a group of humans who were just trying to survive. Yet in his 15th year his entire tribe was destroyed by the demons.
A normal human would have ran, but Ysran was... Fascinated. He stared on, half terrified, half in wonder, as everyone was slaughtered. Yet when a rather human-like demon appeared to finish him, he asked to learn from them. The demons took a great interest in him. A human who would willingly work with them in the pursuit of knowledge. Surprisingly, they accepted his offer.
Forming a pact with them, he would be granted knowledge and demonic power, in exchange for information on how humans lived. How did they interact with each other? How did they make their weapons? The same way they did? These particular set of demons wanted to know, and were willing to offer power. Ysran accepted, and began to slowly return info to the group. He was then told of a place called "Sanctuary". A large congregation of humans? Perfect. He could learn much. He set out, seeking to know what awaits him.
Ysran was granted a small list of spell-like abilities:
A ball of dark energy capable of delivering quite a bit of force, about enough to go through a door. Against living targets, this can knock people down, and it terms of damage, it would take 2-3 to kill a normal person as the darkness burns like a strong acid. You're basically being hit with a bowling ball made of acid.
Attracts all manner of fish and sometimes other aquatic creatures to a singular point. The range can vary from a few inches to several feet.
A zombie-like minion is summoned to do Ysran's bidding. It can follow simple commands such as "Hold this" or "Go there". If told to, the Shambler will follow another person's commands until told otherwise by Ysran. It prioritizes Ysran's commands first. here's a pic.
A fish (or other aquatic creature) is summoned much like a Shambler. These can be anything from a goldfish, to a Great White Shark. However the general rule is, the bigger the creature, the shorter time it has before it is unsummoned. This can be delayed, but requires great concentration from Ysran.
Creates a layer of Scale-like armor around the skin. It doesn't turn your skin into scales,it just created a layer of them on top of the skin. Greater Fishscales is stronger, but normal Fishscales can be cast on others.
Can heal most wounds, poisons, and some diseases. This spell however costs quite a bit of mana, and spell casting time can take a while.
Fills an opponent's lungs with water, drowning them. However first, Ysran must mentally overcome his opponent. The spell also takes a moment to cast, and only lasts as long as Ysran concentrates.
Ysran sends forth a black smokescreen, and all that see within are shown monstrous, disgusting versions of their worst fears come to life. This usually makes people run away, or cower in fear. |
53,452 | 1,457 | 45 | 1,383 | 153 | Ayailla awoke before the rising of the sun, she found herself in the small room that she was given the use of the evening before. She had finally worked up the courage to approach the guards that were posted outside the village of Sanctuary. The half-breed had been met with caution and a bit of hostility, however, due to the king's decree she was allowed entry to the village with an armed guard at her back and a promised interview with the king at his leisure. She had been so surprised to see so many humans gathered, that she hadn't took the village layout when she was escorted to the residential area, it was a lot to take in all at once. However, as they had made their way through the village she heard the phrase "mutt" being whispered from the common folk. Her mother had warned her of the slur that humans would call her if she had ever met one but she never gave it much thought til then.
The Hybrid found her feet on the dirt floor of her room and stretched out, it had been pitch black and even with her incredible night vision she had trouble seeing much. She held out a hand and produced a small flame to get a good look at her quarters. It had been carved into the mountain and size enough for one, it was very modest...even cozy. The half-breed found a bucket of cool water and a half melted candle near her bed, using them both she was able to prepare herself for the exciting day ahead. Before leaving her lovely hovel she took out her locket with and allowed the music to play. The tune brought her back to her mothers embrace, if only for a moment.
Stepping out into the brisk mountain air was wonderful, it was still early spring so having a cloak on was still acceptable, even if the cold never bothered her anyways it was a great way to hide her tail. Aya sighed and tapped the horns on her head, "There's no hiding these," she says to herself. Just than a female human walked up to her, "No, there is no need to hide demon, we already know what you are." She says harshly. Aya is taken aback by the sudden hostile comment but makes no effort to reply.
The woman speaks again, however, there is no malice in her voice this time, "I will be the one escorting you around this morning. Make sure to follow my instructions at all time and make no sudden moves towards the villagers, I'll show you to the dining hall first so you can eat and allow you to wonder the village for a time before my shift is up."
Ayailla nods in agreement and fell in line with her head down, she was already regretting coming to Sanctuary. 'Maybe being alone is better then being somewhere no one wants you.' She thinks.
As They made there way to the dining area she had gotten nasty looks and was hearing that word again, she was quickly getting the impression that the guard was their to protect her from these nasty humans that look as though they wanted to run her through. As they got closer a feeling of dread or something she couldn't quite understand was getting nearer. Finally the smells of baked goods had detracted her from her current situation and with the help of her guard she was able to get a few delicious looking foods. She had been prepared to trade some rabbit fur or herbs (medicinal and food), however, they seemed to not be interested.
Aya took a look around the hall, something was off and she couldn't put a finger on it. However, Her eyes leveled with a figure shrouded with a hood of a bear, though the antlers that hinted to a fiend's hide were betrayed by how their movement didn't quite match. All it truly took was the moment their lips peeling back to expose the row of fangs that messily devoured their goods. He was the only thing that she could focus her eyes on and if anyone was sitting at the table with him she did not notice. She blinked her eyes trying to break herself out of whatever trance she was in but she couldn't make up her mind, wither to run away from or to him. | Name - Ayailla (Aya for short)
Age - around early to mid 20's
Breed - half-breed
Personality - She keeps to herself since she has no experience outside of her family, she could be cold at time, if only for her lack of social skills. Aya would love friends and maybe loyal to them, however, she could only speculate.
Bio- Ayailla was raised by her human mother, Alana, who self exiled herself from her clan when Aya was born. This action saved her daughters life, who would have been killed if she had stayed any longer. Together with Ayailla's father the small family roamed the ruins of civilization and survived. Even if the mother and father never have love for each other they made it work for the daughter.
Around the time Aya was 10 her father, Percy, had went hunting and never returned. Aya and her mother could only come to the conclusion that he had either ran into a full blown demon or a clan of humans that had the numbers to take him down. Aya's mother was sadden but did not let this hinder her from doing her job, surviving and providing some sort of future for her daughter. However, Aya took it pretty hard for a while but do to her her surrounding she wasn't able to hold on to her grief for too long.
As Ayailla grew so did her demon features, her tail and horns grew and red scales began to appeared throughout her body. She began to show the same abilities as her father, creating fire and being able to shape and manipulate it. She was becoming stronger as her demon blood began to take over, however, she never let herself believe she was a bad person just because her demon heritage. She instead used her never ending energy to help her mother and took on the responsibilities that her father had left behind.
When Aya grew into adult-hood, she had to say good bye to her mother as she was suddenly taken by sickness. She took only the things she needed and lft her former home behind, the only thing she had of her mothers was a locket she always loved.
Misc - has a locket that when open plays a lullaby, this was a gift from her mother, in side is a lock of her mothers hair tied in a blue bow.
Lullaby |
53,453 | 1,457 | 46 | 986 | 1,735 | Luciel's eyes followed Adam out of the mess hall, only turning his head slightly as not to arouse suspicion. Shifting back, he was about to exact similar eradication upon a good portion of the muffin until his eyes stopped on the woman who was clearly staring at him. Hand poised with baked confection, his eyes locked with hers and lips sliding along a horrific maw until coming to an otherwise pursed tactfullness as he took a bite.
Pupils dilated to a degree as Luciel stood.
Horns, her eyes...why was she staring? Did she have any idea what she was even doing?
A brief glance to the armed woman with crossed arms looking between the two spelled out enough as Luciel caught himself quick enough to grab his plate and make it look like a simply awkward motion in the direction to so boldly assert seconds.
With only a nibble into a muffin and half a slice of ham remaining, he passed by the undisguised halfbreed. In the motion, he offered a smile while respectfully keeping his eyes on her face and unintentionally meeting hers with nervous pupils sharpened like blades.
Thankfully, she was still close enough to be within earshot while he pretended to be lost in decision. Proximity enough to hear the small inhale through the hooded Luciel's nose before he softly spoke, "Ssssthhhho..."
An excited flicker of a forked tongue accenting the boldness of the mutt in addressing the halfbreed demoness. He paused from perusing the goods of the table to roll his shoulders and set the loaded backpack and game bag down. The curiosity was unable to be managed, her scent was an oddity as it was mired in something rich to the near point of bitterness and the faintest hint of hollow sweetness that the 'Adam' character carried.
Intriguing uniqueness, he had no clue what to say, though offered a soft smile before continuing, "Vaht isss ssomeone like you doing here?" while making unlikened gestures as if he was making a different conversation. Lifting the ham on his plate with a single finger before letting it fall as if he was commenting on the food, he proceeded to comment on the food, anyway. "Iz far unlike zeh bake I make. Choices, ah? All at once" he mentioned in a hushed tone, spurred to make conversation with the creature, though unsure where to go...only where to start. Game was baked into a sourdough and eaten with the vegetable stew he made from what he had. It was simple, but he found it tasty with a few shredded spices left to steep in the pot.
Awkward as it was to simply stare, it was only polite to requite her engagement with acknowledgement and small talk. "And that human is your keeper, today?" he asked, gripping an apple in hand and turning it slightly before giving it a shake and a small laugh that was half forced. | Name - Luciel K. Lumiere
Age - Appears early 20s (Likely late 20s)
Breed - Halfbreed (Fiend bloodline)
Luciel stands at 5'10 with thick shoulder-length blonde hair and hazel eyes. Clean and smooth complexion save for freckles. Luciel sports four horns as well as the start of branching antlers, these are kept loosely bound with long strips of cloth which hold an array of symbols and Latin phrases painted in blood. The phrases depict a wide variety of prayers, though the symbols meld together like their own shapeless language which many suspect is demonic script.
Wide pupils constrict vertically into cat-like slits rather than simply narrowing, and reverse in reaction to darkness. Ironically, Luciel is far from a fan of bright light for this reason as it steals color from his vision in return for exceptional sight in low light settings.
Luciel speaks with as little mouth movement, accentuated upper and lower K9 fangs only hinting to the vicious maw behind them. With elastic properties to his facial skin around his double-jointed jaw, the rows of teeth continue another inch back. A bite from Luciel would be equally as horrifying as painful.
Lastly, slender fingers are armored especially around the tips with pale claws. The real oddity is how clean and filed they're kept, leaving them smooth and blunt to the touch...though they have a nasty habit of rapid growth back to razor sharpness if not tended to as religiously as Luciel keeps them.
In a slightly androgynous way, Luciel could be considered beautiful if the eye is willing to look past their monstrous features.
Luciel prefers an attire that resembles cloth, though is silken smooth. Form fitting though humble in its color resembling dried blood with his hues of faded crimson and charcoal black. The shawl worn over the suit holds an addition resembling a collar of burnt silver with a similar fastener linked to a ring around his shoulders.
The suit, itself has no pockets and the lower section integrates built in boots with flat 2-inch boot heels. It's unclear how this attire is put on or taken off, though the silver collar appears to be independent of the ensemble.
The quiet type, Luciel keeps to himself as he is wholly aware of what he is mostly out of fear of humans. This could be considered a predisposition, though his understanding nature reflects the notion to instead paint the situation as an unwillingness to unnerve humans with his appearance...and behavior.
Somewhere in the wasteland, Luciel found what some know as 'God', and his faith pulled him back from the sadistically feral blood that burns in his veins. Indefatigable purpose, empathy and a goal to aid the ailing currently staves off the monster that screams to maul humans and devour their flesh at every given second of every day. Because of this, his worship is obscenely odd and involves acts akin to the live sacrifice of animals, prayer/meditation, dancing in the moonlight (rarely naked) and 'sealing' (entering a trance to scribe the script into strips of cloth which adorn his horns and antlers).
Getting past his quirks, Luciel is a fan of company, though is a man of few words or facial emotions but is eager to serve human guests. His sense of humor can be seen as inappropriate or dark at times, but he means well and simply hasn't had much interaction with humans.
However, his greatest flaw is a vow of pacifism which some would see as his most honorable quality; an unconditional refusal to take life. Though he is far more than capable of defending himself and others with his qualities that separate him from humanity, the idea of drawing blood and being lost to bloodlust is a risk he refuses to take.
The events leading up to Luciel's birth are detailed in ways that have no business being recalled in text. A young woman bore the child of a horrific demon, a process that killed her in the process, leaving her older brother in possession of an abomination that spat in the face of God and Man. However, the small monster was still the last shred of family he had left. Whether it was this realization or simply beholding the unholy bridge between mankind and demons, he was driven into what the rest of his tribe described as madness. While he was ordered by the elders to dash the monster upon rocks and be done with the nightmare, he resisted and foolishly fled with everything his arms could carry, his or not.
My father was a good man. He taught me about the world and how we were the children of the earth and were born to live in fear. How to hunt in spite of my protest, how to harvest crops from the unbroken world...how to hide. I was great at hiding. We would play games where I would hide in the forest for days and father couldn't find me! It was in the woods where I truly learned how to play hide-and-seek with the beasts. Many ran from me, but the biggest one!
The biggest one had horns higher than I could reach! It had three eyes and fangs as big as my arms with HUGE claws! It was so cool! It roared so loud it shook the trees and my own shriek barely made the grass quiver, though that was probably the wind. I wanted it to make the sound again, to stay and tell me what else it knew...but it just...left.
It was years later that I realized how they all leave...
My father was my uncle, some madman who abandoned me in the woods time and time again to be eaten by the beasts who instigated my life. I learned this from an old man wandering the wastes when he found me over my uncle's corpse. Knife still in his hand and slashes across his arms and throat. The old man seemed to know him. More surprisingly, he knew me, told me how I was the child of the devil who killed dozens of those he loved. After an old word used to name the monster, the old man named me 'Luciel' before handing me a silver crucifix, saying that it would protect me.
Truly, he did not care what became of me, or even himself from the look in his eyes. He simply lost too much to have a handle on his old life. I followed him for a distance with everything my arms could carry and whatever I could fit in uncle's backpack in spite of his shouts to leave him be or what books he threw at me.
I...just didn't want to be alone. Even if it meant being at a distance and hated.
Weeks in, the man relented and taught me of the books he carried, the hope in the pages and its message for mankind and the mankind within me. He told me the truth of the world, and each syllable made me hate the man who had lied to me, stole me from my home and abandoned me in the woods countless times.
The old man also taught me about forgiveness...and gratitude. Without the evil and sacrifice of one man, I would have been dead before my eyes even opened. Regardless of the decade that followed and my life before, the few weeks I spent with the old man made me feel a part of something, as though I belonged.
Shouting matches with beasts, my first kill to protect the man...I understood prayer and it saved me from what I had almost become. I never wanted to be lost to the madness that left me in fits of manic hysteria like some rabid animal. I learned that believing in something had more power than what the true 'nothing' could actually provide. So after my trials and seeing the man disappear into the waterfall of sanctuary from afar, the old questions stung for only the moment it took for me to swallow and steal my resolve and begin building a shelter.
Do I believe in God?
No.
Humans are their own gods. Monsters only have demons.
And I made my choice of which one I wanted to be.
The Fiend blood that runs through Luciel gave him an innate skill in dark magic, though through conviction and faith, the darkness was bent across its own spectrum of physical manipulation, giving birth to light magic. This light magic has few but powerful spells focused on mending and protecting.
While Luciel wields these 'miracles', he is well aware of their origins. Demons bent the material plane to exact fear and devastation upon mankind in ways he seeks to undo through the base spell's understanding.
Luciel's most powerful and frequently casted spell. The translation roughly comes out as 'Loom'.
The intent is to stitch organic matter back together by binding wounds with seemingly golden threads and imbuing flesh with radiant energy which forces the body to quickly heal wounds at speeds that can be visibly observed. Though the whole casting may take anywhere from a few seconds to a minute depending on the severity of the wound, this spell has the capability to mend bone and knit muscle together to the extent of potentially reattaching severed limbs.
- This spell will not restore blood loss.
- Only good for one wound at a time and requires both hands and concentration.
- Can be used to mitigate damage from poison by forcing the victim's body to heal through the poison's effect until it is worked out of the body, naturally. This process can take a long time and is anything but pleasant.
- Therapy from the spell can ease back pain and arthritis brought about by aging, but cannot cure cancer or other diseases that have reemerged and now limit the human life span.
A more diverse form of 'Repth' that is less focused, though the general nature grants surprising benefits. Translated as 'Inspire'.
The expelled energy finds its way into nearby targets in a burst to swiftly boost metabolism with the buffer of magic, granting a significant hike to stamina, endurance and strength. While a side effect enhances the body's natural healing process, this is hardly enough to matter in the heat of combat.
- Good for moral as it temporarily sates fatigue.
- Requires both hands to channel and for targets to remain within 30ft for full effect.
- Doesn't so much bolster strength as it does allow fighters to put everything into every swing with little recovery.
A self-defense spell which vaguely translates to 'Burden'.
While will and spirit can carry a heart as far as legs wish, the spell is the closest to the darkness that Luciel dares to venture. The spell causes natural acids to build up in muscles at an alarming rate by hindering muscle's metabolism rates. The effect quickly tires victims and subjects them to cramps from continued strenuous activity such as running or fighting. The spell cannot be made fatal, and its result heavily depends on the actions of the afflicted.
- Can be cast with one hand, allowing two targets at once.
- Accumulation of amino acids in muscles cause targets to tire 5-10 times as fast. This does not target the heart or lungs but simply persists through concentration until canceled or the target collapses from their muscles simply failing to hold them up any longer.
- Luciel takes no pleasure in the use of the spell, and it is used mainly in self defense to dissuade pursuers or attackers.
- Highly ineffective against ranged attackers who simply need to pull and release a bowstring.
- Highly effective against attackers who need to get close with heavy armor and weapons.
- Spell cannot be focused with both hands to increase the effect. The spell magically stops a bodily function, not reverse it.
- Hearty targets can resist the effect for longer.
- Will probably just piss off greater demons.
Misc
- Usually ignored by some demons such as Fiends which he has a...strange...understanding with, even though they're regarded as one of the more vicious and merciless of beasts.
-Unarmed save for a blunt dagger he uses to harvest wild produce as well as an 'ancient' silver crucifix passed down in his family...and tough antlers, horns, an array of sharp teeth and claws (assuming he lets them grow). |
53,454 | 1,457 | 47 | 919 | 248 | "It's possible he's just lost or trying to find something. I think I want to see if he needs any help. You can stay here, I'll be okay on my own." As she dropped his hand and walked over to the man, Adam gritted his teeth. He watched her stumble and stepped forward to catch her, but she caught herself. He watched the man flinch as Sparrow talked to her.
He couldn't just tell her that he had a demon scent to him. He watched carefully as the man looked over at him suspiciously. He couldn't stand leaving her over there alone with this guy. He walked over, trying to be prepared for the worst. Finally, he stood a little bit behind Sparrow's side. He didn't say anything, just looked at the man and made sure Sparrow was going to be okay. | The Sanctuary
"Haha! Ha...haha...no, I-I'm human! Just like you!"
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Name
061001 - Adam Willius
Age
Unknown, seems in late teens/early twenties
Breed
Demon
Gender
Male
Description
In his human form, Adam stands at 5'7" with light brown hair and lovely green eyes. His skin in this form is a nice pale.
In his demon form, Adam stands at 6'3" with white strands of hair and crimson red eyes. His skin in this form is ghostly white. He has scales coming out of his back where his spine is, and claws on the ends of his hands.
Personality
While he appears human, Adam is very kind and passionate about protecting others. He appears especially attractive and innocent. While human, Adam is loving and listens very well. He seems like the perfect nice person. He is silly, and everything a shy and innocent person would be.
However, when he is in his demon form he is the opposite. He is cruel, terrible, and terrifying. He'll protect those who he deems worthy of protecting, but he is mostly uncontrollable and chaotic while in this mode. He's unpredictable.
Backstory
The demons were getting smarter. More clever. They wanted a way to create more of themselves that looked human. So they did. They took what was needed to create a demon, and placed it into the body of a human. The result was Adam.
But Adam was a failure. He didn't want to hurt the humans, he wanted to protect them. He felt...emotions. He was lucky he had his demon form, and he fought his demon parents off. Killed them, and then set out on his own. Did he want...closure? A home? A family? Being a human is confusing. After finding a few and (secretly) learning from them, he's gotten the hang of it. Now, he's one his way to The Sanctuary. He just hopes they don't murder him.
Misc
-In human form, he carries two daggers made from his parent's bones
-Adam finds humans interesting, so if he's to be with one romantically he doesn't care their sex |
53,455 | 1,457 | 48 | 1,295 | 125 | Hm, alright, well if you need anything just ask one of the guards. They keep track of most everything here. Sparrow shrugs, the uncomfortable feeling still hanging in the air. She forces a small smile and turns on her heel to go back to Adam, the skirt of her dress flaring out as she turns. Her eyes light up when she sees Adam right behind her, and she glances over her shoulder at the cloaked man. "Let's go, I'd rather not stick around to see what he's up to. Something seems off about him," she whispers, her lips nearly brushing against Adam's ear as she leans in close in an attempt to keep the stranger from hearing her words. She slips her hand into Adam's instantly feeling more relaxed by his side, and she looks out over the trading booths, searching for the woman with the medical supplies.
Across the room, closer to the tunnel which leads down to the main entrance, a woman wraps an older man's leg with a pale white cloth. Sparrow sees them after searching for a moment and lead's Adam in the direction of the booth. She pauses half way over as the room spins, but after taking a few deep breaths she calms down enough to walk the rest of the way. Before she speaks to the woman she turns to Adam, a grateful smile on her lips. "Thank you for being so understanding. I promise this will be the last stop," she says, laughing a bit and releasing his hand. She steps towards the woman who finishes tending to the man's leg and turns in her direction.
"Oh goodness Dearie, what in heavens name happened to you?" Sparrow forces a strained smile as the woman guides her to a stool in the booth and examines her head. The once light purple spot on her head had turned a darker, more angry looking color, and the woman frowned. A cold cloth was placed on her head, and while the woman rifled through her things Sparrow watched Adam. Her head was pounding and making it hard to think, things that really shouldn't be moving seemed to spin around her. He, however, was the one thing she could focus on. She wasn't sure why, but while everything else was either moving or fuzzy or both, he was still and made her feel calm and in less pain. "You'll likely be alright," the woman says, but her tone hinted that she wasn't entirely certain of that. "Take it easy for a while, nothing too taxing, and if you can, try and stay out of the kitchen for a few days. You need to rest." Sparrow nods, standing slowly and placing the cloth that she had been holding on her head on the stool. She brushes her hands down her skirt and frowns. A mirror across from where she stands shows the deep purple spot on her forehead and she sighs before pulling the hood of her cloak over her head, hiding most of her face in the shadows, before walking back over to Adam.
"Ready to finally get out of here?" | NAME
born ariel lin, but has been called sparrow her entire life
AGE
somewhere in her late teens, likely eighteen or nineteen
BREED
entirely human
PERSONALITY
-charismatic -naive
-idealistic -obsessive
-forgiving -passionate
BIOGRAPHY
Oddly enough, Sparrow had a fairly normal childhood. Well, as normal of a childhood as she could have while growing up in the apocalypse. Her parents were loving, patient, and kind, and while she was raised within the confines of a small home in the middle of nowhere, she was a happy child. Her grandfather had built the small home where she was raised in the middle of the woods, hoping to make it a safe place for future generations, and so it was, until the attacks started happening. Her grandparents had long since passed, and Sparrow was somewhere around ten when the first attack happened. The demons took her mother and left young Sparrow with her father. The heartbroken two left their home in search of a safe place. A sanctuary.
They joined the residents of Sanctuary and have been with them ever since. Sparrow's father took the job of a guard, and once old enough Sparrow started working in the kitchens.
MISC.
-sparrow is way too trusting and likes to think there is good in everyone |
53,456 | 1,457 | 49 | 919 | 248 | As Sparrow leaned in close to Adam, his heart sped up. She whispered in his ear, and Adam rolled his eyes and gave a small laugh. Like he hadn't just told her that. Her hand fell into his, and he held it as she guided him away.
"Thank you for being so understanding. I promise this will be the last stop." Adam gave a nod, willing to wait for Sparrow. Like he thought, it wasn't anything too terrible. It would heal. As she was being tended to, Adam simply looked at her and admired her. He couldn't stop doing that. What was wrong with him? She looked over at him and he looked surprised and a little embarrassed for being caught staring at her. He looked down at his feet, and then gave a smile as he looked back up at her.
"Ready to finally get out of here?" Adam nodded again.
"At least you won't have to fake being sick to get out of the kitchen," he says with a grin as he takes her hand once more. "Now, show me this place you've been talking about taking me to but have yet to actually do." | The Sanctuary
"Haha! Ha...haha...no, I-I'm human! Just like you!"
Street Food
Name
061001 - Adam Willius
Age
Unknown, seems in late teens/early twenties
Breed
Demon
Gender
Male
Description
In his human form, Adam stands at 5'7" with light brown hair and lovely green eyes. His skin in this form is a nice pale.
In his demon form, Adam stands at 6'3" with white strands of hair and crimson red eyes. His skin in this form is ghostly white. He has scales coming out of his back where his spine is, and claws on the ends of his hands.
Personality
While he appears human, Adam is very kind and passionate about protecting others. He appears especially attractive and innocent. While human, Adam is loving and listens very well. He seems like the perfect nice person. He is silly, and everything a shy and innocent person would be.
However, when he is in his demon form he is the opposite. He is cruel, terrible, and terrifying. He'll protect those who he deems worthy of protecting, but he is mostly uncontrollable and chaotic while in this mode. He's unpredictable.
Backstory
The demons were getting smarter. More clever. They wanted a way to create more of themselves that looked human. So they did. They took what was needed to create a demon, and placed it into the body of a human. The result was Adam.
But Adam was a failure. He didn't want to hurt the humans, he wanted to protect them. He felt...emotions. He was lucky he had his demon form, and he fought his demon parents off. Killed them, and then set out on his own. Did he want...closure? A home? A family? Being a human is confusing. After finding a few and (secretly) learning from them, he's gotten the hang of it. Now, he's one his way to The Sanctuary. He just hopes they don't murder him.
Misc
-In human form, he carries two daggers made from his parent's bones
-Adam finds humans interesting, so if he's to be with one romantically he doesn't care their sex |
53,457 | 1,457 | 50 | 1,383 | 153 | Ayailla kept her eyes trained on the other half-breed as he start to make his way nonchalantly toward her. She could feel the hairs on the back of her neck rising, everything in her was telling her to get up and go but it was kind of exciting. She hadn't seen another half-breed other then her father and she was curious about how different he looked compared to her father. She watch as the cloaked figure flicked his forked tongue like a snake tasting the air around it looking for its prey, was this a form of communication for half-breeds, she pondered.
As the half-breed spoke to her she nervously tapped the table with a long pointed claw like nail that stabbed through the wood effortlessly. However, when the male offered her a smile she relaxed gave a smile in return. His accent was something he had never heard before, certainly she hadn't heard any of the village folk have an accent like his. Aya cocked her head to the side when the cloaked male as he spoke again, gave a show with the piece of meat on his plate. Aya got the feeling that he was as curious about her then she was about him.
Aya looked behind her to the standing female guard watching the whole exchange, she seemed to had slightly tensed as the male half-breed came closer, however, there was a form of recognition in her eyes. She turned back to the male to answer his questions. "Yes, this human female is my escort. I seem to cause a violent reaction to the people of this village though I cannot fault them, they must see me as a predator of sorts. However, to answer you question, I am here to possibly gain citizenship to this village to escape the soul crushing loneliness that was left after my mother passed away. Though it seems I might have made a mistake as the the humans here seem to be unwelcoming to our kind."
The half-breed looks the male over once more to get a better scope of his outfit, "Is your cloak an attempt to disguise yourself, does it work? Maybe I should find a goats pelt to try to disguise my horns." She says with a friendly smile
The female guard seemed to be uninterested in the conversation and ignored the comments about her, her orders were to make sure the demon caused no trouble for the village folk and anything else was extra. She stoically looked straight forward and arms crossed not responding to the demon she knew as Luciel. | Name - Ayailla (Aya for short)
Age - around early to mid 20's
Breed - half-breed
Personality - She keeps to herself since she has no experience outside of her family, she could be cold at time, if only for her lack of social skills. Aya would love friends and maybe loyal to them, however, she could only speculate.
Bio- Ayailla was raised by her human mother, Alana, who self exiled herself from her clan when Aya was born. This action saved her daughters life, who would have been killed if she had stayed any longer. Together with Ayailla's father the small family roamed the ruins of civilization and survived. Even if the mother and father never have love for each other they made it work for the daughter.
Around the time Aya was 10 her father, Percy, had went hunting and never returned. Aya and her mother could only come to the conclusion that he had either ran into a full blown demon or a clan of humans that had the numbers to take him down. Aya's mother was sadden but did not let this hinder her from doing her job, surviving and providing some sort of future for her daughter. However, Aya took it pretty hard for a while but do to her her surrounding she wasn't able to hold on to her grief for too long.
As Ayailla grew so did her demon features, her tail and horns grew and red scales began to appeared throughout her body. She began to show the same abilities as her father, creating fire and being able to shape and manipulate it. She was becoming stronger as her demon blood began to take over, however, she never let herself believe she was a bad person just because her demon heritage. She instead used her never ending energy to help her mother and took on the responsibilities that her father had left behind.
When Aya grew into adult-hood, she had to say good bye to her mother as she was suddenly taken by sickness. She took only the things she needed and lft her former home behind, the only thing she had of her mothers was a locket she always loved.
Misc - has a locket that when open plays a lullaby, this was a gift from her mother, in side is a lock of her mothers hair tied in a blue bow.
Lullaby |
53,458 | 1,457 | 51 | 1,295 | 125 | When Adam takes Sparrow's hand a tingly feeling runs up her hand, through her arm, and puts an even bigger smile on her face. "I've been trying to show you, I swear!" Her laugh rings through the room and she pulls him towards the main entrance of the mountain. She pauses for a moment as she passes the guards. "We'll be back before dark," she says cheerfully before letting go of Adam's hand and turning to face him. "Wanna race? The gate to the lower city is straight ahead for a few hundred feet. I bet I can beat you there!" Down in the outdoor part of the city the small market district hums with life as carts are rolled and pulled through the streets, and a rainbow of colored cloaks brush past each other. She plants her hands on her hips, leaning towards him excitedly and practically bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet. "My class used to race down here, just watch out for the carts." Despite being told not to do anything strenuous, Sparrow felt a surge of energy rush through her, like she could do anything at that moment. Her head still hurt, but focusing on Adam made it not so bad. | NAME
born ariel lin, but has been called sparrow her entire life
AGE
somewhere in her late teens, likely eighteen or nineteen
BREED
entirely human
PERSONALITY
-charismatic -naive
-idealistic -obsessive
-forgiving -passionate
BIOGRAPHY
Oddly enough, Sparrow had a fairly normal childhood. Well, as normal of a childhood as she could have while growing up in the apocalypse. Her parents were loving, patient, and kind, and while she was raised within the confines of a small home in the middle of nowhere, she was a happy child. Her grandfather had built the small home where she was raised in the middle of the woods, hoping to make it a safe place for future generations, and so it was, until the attacks started happening. Her grandparents had long since passed, and Sparrow was somewhere around ten when the first attack happened. The demons took her mother and left young Sparrow with her father. The heartbroken two left their home in search of a safe place. A sanctuary.
They joined the residents of Sanctuary and have been with them ever since. Sparrow's father took the job of a guard, and once old enough Sparrow started working in the kitchens.
MISC.
-sparrow is way too trusting and likes to think there is good in everyone |
53,459 | 1,457 | 52 | 919 | 248 | Adam knew he could easily beat Sparrow, being a demon and such. He decided what to do, and then nodded. "Alright. It's on," he said with a smile. On the mark to go, he didn't move for a few seconds. He watched her running, and stretched his arms a bit before he started running too. He quickly caught up to her, and gave her a salute as he pulled just a little ahead. He turned back, and dodged a cart he hasn't seen there before. His goal was to stay next to her on the whole way down. | The Sanctuary
"Haha! Ha...haha...no, I-I'm human! Just like you!"
Street Food
Name
061001 - Adam Willius
Age
Unknown, seems in late teens/early twenties
Breed
Demon
Gender
Male
Description
In his human form, Adam stands at 5'7" with light brown hair and lovely green eyes. His skin in this form is a nice pale.
In his demon form, Adam stands at 6'3" with white strands of hair and crimson red eyes. His skin in this form is ghostly white. He has scales coming out of his back where his spine is, and claws on the ends of his hands.
Personality
While he appears human, Adam is very kind and passionate about protecting others. He appears especially attractive and innocent. While human, Adam is loving and listens very well. He seems like the perfect nice person. He is silly, and everything a shy and innocent person would be.
However, when he is in his demon form he is the opposite. He is cruel, terrible, and terrifying. He'll protect those who he deems worthy of protecting, but he is mostly uncontrollable and chaotic while in this mode. He's unpredictable.
Backstory
The demons were getting smarter. More clever. They wanted a way to create more of themselves that looked human. So they did. They took what was needed to create a demon, and placed it into the body of a human. The result was Adam.
But Adam was a failure. He didn't want to hurt the humans, he wanted to protect them. He felt...emotions. He was lucky he had his demon form, and he fought his demon parents off. Killed them, and then set out on his own. Did he want...closure? A home? A family? Being a human is confusing. After finding a few and (secretly) learning from them, he's gotten the hang of it. Now, he's one his way to The Sanctuary. He just hopes they don't murder him.
Misc
-In human form, he carries two daggers made from his parent's bones
-Adam finds humans interesting, so if he's to be with one romantically he doesn't care their sex |
53,460 | 1,457 | 53 | 1,295 | 125 | Ready, set, go! Sparrow sprints forward, cloak blowing out behind her, laughing excitedly the whole way. Just when she thinks she has gotten far enough in front of Adam she sees him run up beside her. Dang he's fast! she thinks, a goofy smile still painted on her face as she runs. Carts roll out in front of her and she quickly dodges them, swerving to the side and not letting up her pace until she reaches the gate. Out of breath and head spinning, she leans her back against the side of the wall, slowing her racing heart with deep breaths. The ribbon she had used back in her room to tie her hair back had fallen out somewhere while the two were running and her long blonde hair frames her face in waves. "You're fast," she says breathlessly. She brushes her hair from her eyes, pulling the locks over her shoulder and pulling the hood of her cloak back up to shadow the bruise on her forehead. "The place we are heading isn't too far away, just through the forest over that way." stepping outside of the gate she off towards the forest to the right of the village. "I wouldn't worry too much about us running into anything, I never have and I've heard it's fairly safe over here." She reaches out for Adam's hand with a smile and heads towards the dark woods. | NAME
born ariel lin, but has been called sparrow her entire life
AGE
somewhere in her late teens, likely eighteen or nineteen
BREED
entirely human
PERSONALITY
-charismatic -naive
-idealistic -obsessive
-forgiving -passionate
BIOGRAPHY
Oddly enough, Sparrow had a fairly normal childhood. Well, as normal of a childhood as she could have while growing up in the apocalypse. Her parents were loving, patient, and kind, and while she was raised within the confines of a small home in the middle of nowhere, she was a happy child. Her grandfather had built the small home where she was raised in the middle of the woods, hoping to make it a safe place for future generations, and so it was, until the attacks started happening. Her grandparents had long since passed, and Sparrow was somewhere around ten when the first attack happened. The demons took her mother and left young Sparrow with her father. The heartbroken two left their home in search of a safe place. A sanctuary.
They joined the residents of Sanctuary and have been with them ever since. Sparrow's father took the job of a guard, and once old enough Sparrow started working in the kitchens.
MISC.
-sparrow is way too trusting and likes to think there is good in everyone |
53,461 | 1,457 | 54 | 919 | 248 | Adam breathed heavily, smiling a goofy smile. "You think that's fast?!" he exclaimed with a laugh. He looked at the strands of hair falling over her shoulders. She reached for his hand, and Adam gladly took it. He barely even knew this girl, but he felt like he'd known her all of his life. She talked about not running into anything, and he knew she meant demons. It was funny, because she had and she didn't even know. He looked around at the forest, loving the nature even though he'd been out here for so long. He took in a deep breath, not currently smelling anything. She seemed to be right.
"So, how much do you come out here?" Adam asked her. | The Sanctuary
"Haha! Ha...haha...no, I-I'm human! Just like you!"
Street Food
Name
061001 - Adam Willius
Age
Unknown, seems in late teens/early twenties
Breed
Demon
Gender
Male
Description
In his human form, Adam stands at 5'7" with light brown hair and lovely green eyes. His skin in this form is a nice pale.
In his demon form, Adam stands at 6'3" with white strands of hair and crimson red eyes. His skin in this form is ghostly white. He has scales coming out of his back where his spine is, and claws on the ends of his hands.
Personality
While he appears human, Adam is very kind and passionate about protecting others. He appears especially attractive and innocent. While human, Adam is loving and listens very well. He seems like the perfect nice person. He is silly, and everything a shy and innocent person would be.
However, when he is in his demon form he is the opposite. He is cruel, terrible, and terrifying. He'll protect those who he deems worthy of protecting, but he is mostly uncontrollable and chaotic while in this mode. He's unpredictable.
Backstory
The demons were getting smarter. More clever. They wanted a way to create more of themselves that looked human. So they did. They took what was needed to create a demon, and placed it into the body of a human. The result was Adam.
But Adam was a failure. He didn't want to hurt the humans, he wanted to protect them. He felt...emotions. He was lucky he had his demon form, and he fought his demon parents off. Killed them, and then set out on his own. Did he want...closure? A home? A family? Being a human is confusing. After finding a few and (secretly) learning from them, he's gotten the hang of it. Now, he's one his way to The Sanctuary. He just hopes they don't murder him.
Misc
-In human form, he carries two daggers made from his parent's bones
-Adam finds humans interesting, so if he's to be with one romantically he doesn't care their sex |
53,462 | 1,457 | 55 | 1,295 | 125 | Sparrow bites her lower lip nervously before replying. "Well since I've been living in Sanctuary I've only been out here a couple of times. My parents raised me in a small house a few miles from here though. Off that way." She glances around and then points northeast. "We only came to Sanctuary after we were attacked by um... them." Sparrow quiets down after she speaks, her eyes closing for a brief moment.
Then a noise rises in the distance. A low rumble, like an animal growing but not quite. Sparrow freezes. She hadn't brought any sort of weapon along with them, trusting that the forest would be free of any demons. Her eyes widen in fear and she takes a step back. Her foot comes down on a branch and it snaps noisily beneath her weight. The girl winces and lets go of Adam's hand, taking another step back before turning towards him. "We need to go. Now." The words come out in a harsh whisper, her voice thick with fear. In front of them the rumble rises to something between a screech and a scream, and within a moment the noise seems to be coming from all around them. Sparrow turns, trying to find the source of the noise. "Adam... W-we need to run..." | NAME
born ariel lin, but has been called sparrow her entire life
AGE
somewhere in her late teens, likely eighteen or nineteen
BREED
entirely human
PERSONALITY
-charismatic -naive
-idealistic -obsessive
-forgiving -passionate
BIOGRAPHY
Oddly enough, Sparrow had a fairly normal childhood. Well, as normal of a childhood as she could have while growing up in the apocalypse. Her parents were loving, patient, and kind, and while she was raised within the confines of a small home in the middle of nowhere, she was a happy child. Her grandfather had built the small home where she was raised in the middle of the woods, hoping to make it a safe place for future generations, and so it was, until the attacks started happening. Her grandparents had long since passed, and Sparrow was somewhere around ten when the first attack happened. The demons took her mother and left young Sparrow with her father. The heartbroken two left their home in search of a safe place. A sanctuary.
They joined the residents of Sanctuary and have been with them ever since. Sparrow's father took the job of a guard, and once old enough Sparrow started working in the kitchens.
MISC.
-sparrow is way too trusting and likes to think there is good in everyone |
53,463 | 1,457 | 56 | 919 | 248 | "Well since I've been living in Sanctuary I've only been out here a couple of times. My parents raised me in a small house a few miles from here though. Off that way.We only came to Sanctuary after we were attacked by um... them."
Adam felt a pang of guilt, even though he knew it wasn't him but other demons that had attacked them. But he couldn't help but feel guilty. In his listening, he hadn't heard the forest around them quiet down eerily. He heard the growl, like thunder, and his nostrils flared. Shit.
"We need to go. Now." Adam couldn't stand her being in fear like this. He heard the sounds get louder, felt the demons who were coming turn to them after her foot had snapped that twig on the ground. They were coming from all around them now. Like a pride of lions, they were going to surround them. Adam felt his heart beating faster than a human's should, his blood on edge.
"Adam... W-we need to run..."
They couldn't run. Well, he could. But there was no way that she was going to outrun them. And he couldn't leave her here. He quickly unsheathed his bone daggers, handing them to Sparrow without question. He was breathing heavily now, his eyes turning more dangerous. He had to protect her. It didn't matter if she hated him after. "When you see an opening, run. If they come after you, fight for me. Your life depends on it," he said, something new in the boy who seemed so quiet and innocent.
There were only three of them, but they were terribly ugly creatures. "Alright ladies and gentlemen. Let's go," he spoke, more for himself than anything.
Adam grew half a foot taller, and his lovely light brown hair turned a shimmering white. His green eyes turned crimson red, his pale skin turned a ghostly white. Bones grew out of his back along his spine, and a tail too. His fingers and toes turned into claws, and fangs hang outside his mouth. He let out a demonic roar, taunting for the others to come at him.
The two biggest ones did, and Adam gave another yell at one. It flew back, hitting a tree with force. Adam turned to the other, beginning to slash at it. The third one waited, watching them fight. Adam continued fighting, biting the neck of the one he'd been fighting. Its body turned limp, and Adam let it fall to the ground. He turned to the one he had thrown at the tree, and the third one jumped on top of him and bit his neck. Adam began thrashing around, before forcefully falling on his back. The creature was spiked with Adam's back-ridges. The tree demon had turned on Sparrow, going for the easier of prey. Adam noticed as the demon was about to pounce on her, and leapt towards it at great speed. The two of them fought for a long time, before Adam finally slashed its brains out.
The demon-boy stumbled back, bleeding on his right leg, left shoulder, neck, and stomach area. He turned around to look at Sparrow, and let out a noise that sounded like he was trying to say her name before he fell on the ground. His demonic-form faded back to human. His shirt was torn apart, and his pants had a few rips in them too. He was bleeding terribly. After a moment of stillness, and flipped over onto his back with a yell of pain. Tears fell out of his eyes from the pain and he stared at the sky, out of breath and out of energy. | The Sanctuary
"Haha! Ha...haha...no, I-I'm human! Just like you!"
Street Food
Name
061001 - Adam Willius
Age
Unknown, seems in late teens/early twenties
Breed
Demon
Gender
Male
Description
In his human form, Adam stands at 5'7" with light brown hair and lovely green eyes. His skin in this form is a nice pale.
In his demon form, Adam stands at 6'3" with white strands of hair and crimson red eyes. His skin in this form is ghostly white. He has scales coming out of his back where his spine is, and claws on the ends of his hands.
Personality
While he appears human, Adam is very kind and passionate about protecting others. He appears especially attractive and innocent. While human, Adam is loving and listens very well. He seems like the perfect nice person. He is silly, and everything a shy and innocent person would be.
However, when he is in his demon form he is the opposite. He is cruel, terrible, and terrifying. He'll protect those who he deems worthy of protecting, but he is mostly uncontrollable and chaotic while in this mode. He's unpredictable.
Backstory
The demons were getting smarter. More clever. They wanted a way to create more of themselves that looked human. So they did. They took what was needed to create a demon, and placed it into the body of a human. The result was Adam.
But Adam was a failure. He didn't want to hurt the humans, he wanted to protect them. He felt...emotions. He was lucky he had his demon form, and he fought his demon parents off. Killed them, and then set out on his own. Did he want...closure? A home? A family? Being a human is confusing. After finding a few and (secretly) learning from them, he's gotten the hang of it. Now, he's one his way to The Sanctuary. He just hopes they don't murder him.
Misc
-In human form, he carries two daggers made from his parent's bones
-Adam finds humans interesting, so if he's to be with one romantically he doesn't care their sex |
53,464 | 1,457 | 57 | 986 | 1,735 | At least on a small level, Luciel could understand the issue with open hostilities, nodding lightly in recognition. "Iz understandable" he commented, giving up on trying to recompose the local accent and instead allowing the words to simply form. He could empathize with her loneliness, though was a bit stunned by her outwardness regarding her family. While he normally would try not to pry, she seemed more than willing to simply lay the cards out.
"M-my condolences..." Luciel offered, their expression shifting to a mild frown before attempting to change the subject by discussing business. "I am...unsure...if I vould vahnt to live here. I brought some produce to town as a gift, zough a famine of gratitude plagues hearts..." his own explanation came, once again touching the small silver cross as a small reminder to himself of why he was there.
A brief shake of his head freed them from the thought as he gestured for her to get some breakfast for herself as he didn't want to keep them from the lavish bounty that humanity had provided for their people. "Ehn, yeh! Iz like a fiend, ah?" he replied to the question about his disguise. Normally, it would be his cue to bolt if anyone saw through it, though the company was in a similar situation in stature. There was no sense in denying what she apparently could see through. "Iz...a bit varm for zeis place, zough..." Luciel softly chuckled, using a hand to shift it once more.
The guard for the creature he'd just met seemed tense by his presence and while he was compelled to understand, surely she could see their surroundings. If either of them had ill intentions, surely no place would be better than wading through civilians to do so. It wasn't like he was a bad influence or anything, just that he was boundlessly curious of seeing another mutt in town. | Name - Luciel K. Lumiere
Age - Appears early 20s (Likely late 20s)
Breed - Halfbreed (Fiend bloodline)
Luciel stands at 5'10 with thick shoulder-length blonde hair and hazel eyes. Clean and smooth complexion save for freckles. Luciel sports four horns as well as the start of branching antlers, these are kept loosely bound with long strips of cloth which hold an array of symbols and Latin phrases painted in blood. The phrases depict a wide variety of prayers, though the symbols meld together like their own shapeless language which many suspect is demonic script.
Wide pupils constrict vertically into cat-like slits rather than simply narrowing, and reverse in reaction to darkness. Ironically, Luciel is far from a fan of bright light for this reason as it steals color from his vision in return for exceptional sight in low light settings.
Luciel speaks with as little mouth movement, accentuated upper and lower K9 fangs only hinting to the vicious maw behind them. With elastic properties to his facial skin around his double-jointed jaw, the rows of teeth continue another inch back. A bite from Luciel would be equally as horrifying as painful.
Lastly, slender fingers are armored especially around the tips with pale claws. The real oddity is how clean and filed they're kept, leaving them smooth and blunt to the touch...though they have a nasty habit of rapid growth back to razor sharpness if not tended to as religiously as Luciel keeps them.
In a slightly androgynous way, Luciel could be considered beautiful if the eye is willing to look past their monstrous features.
Luciel prefers an attire that resembles cloth, though is silken smooth. Form fitting though humble in its color resembling dried blood with his hues of faded crimson and charcoal black. The shawl worn over the suit holds an addition resembling a collar of burnt silver with a similar fastener linked to a ring around his shoulders.
The suit, itself has no pockets and the lower section integrates built in boots with flat 2-inch boot heels. It's unclear how this attire is put on or taken off, though the silver collar appears to be independent of the ensemble.
The quiet type, Luciel keeps to himself as he is wholly aware of what he is mostly out of fear of humans. This could be considered a predisposition, though his understanding nature reflects the notion to instead paint the situation as an unwillingness to unnerve humans with his appearance...and behavior.
Somewhere in the wasteland, Luciel found what some know as 'God', and his faith pulled him back from the sadistically feral blood that burns in his veins. Indefatigable purpose, empathy and a goal to aid the ailing currently staves off the monster that screams to maul humans and devour their flesh at every given second of every day. Because of this, his worship is obscenely odd and involves acts akin to the live sacrifice of animals, prayer/meditation, dancing in the moonlight (rarely naked) and 'sealing' (entering a trance to scribe the script into strips of cloth which adorn his horns and antlers).
Getting past his quirks, Luciel is a fan of company, though is a man of few words or facial emotions but is eager to serve human guests. His sense of humor can be seen as inappropriate or dark at times, but he means well and simply hasn't had much interaction with humans.
However, his greatest flaw is a vow of pacifism which some would see as his most honorable quality; an unconditional refusal to take life. Though he is far more than capable of defending himself and others with his qualities that separate him from humanity, the idea of drawing blood and being lost to bloodlust is a risk he refuses to take.
The events leading up to Luciel's birth are detailed in ways that have no business being recalled in text. A young woman bore the child of a horrific demon, a process that killed her in the process, leaving her older brother in possession of an abomination that spat in the face of God and Man. However, the small monster was still the last shred of family he had left. Whether it was this realization or simply beholding the unholy bridge between mankind and demons, he was driven into what the rest of his tribe described as madness. While he was ordered by the elders to dash the monster upon rocks and be done with the nightmare, he resisted and foolishly fled with everything his arms could carry, his or not.
My father was a good man. He taught me about the world and how we were the children of the earth and were born to live in fear. How to hunt in spite of my protest, how to harvest crops from the unbroken world...how to hide. I was great at hiding. We would play games where I would hide in the forest for days and father couldn't find me! It was in the woods where I truly learned how to play hide-and-seek with the beasts. Many ran from me, but the biggest one!
The biggest one had horns higher than I could reach! It had three eyes and fangs as big as my arms with HUGE claws! It was so cool! It roared so loud it shook the trees and my own shriek barely made the grass quiver, though that was probably the wind. I wanted it to make the sound again, to stay and tell me what else it knew...but it just...left.
It was years later that I realized how they all leave...
My father was my uncle, some madman who abandoned me in the woods time and time again to be eaten by the beasts who instigated my life. I learned this from an old man wandering the wastes when he found me over my uncle's corpse. Knife still in his hand and slashes across his arms and throat. The old man seemed to know him. More surprisingly, he knew me, told me how I was the child of the devil who killed dozens of those he loved. After an old word used to name the monster, the old man named me 'Luciel' before handing me a silver crucifix, saying that it would protect me.
Truly, he did not care what became of me, or even himself from the look in his eyes. He simply lost too much to have a handle on his old life. I followed him for a distance with everything my arms could carry and whatever I could fit in uncle's backpack in spite of his shouts to leave him be or what books he threw at me.
I...just didn't want to be alone. Even if it meant being at a distance and hated.
Weeks in, the man relented and taught me of the books he carried, the hope in the pages and its message for mankind and the mankind within me. He told me the truth of the world, and each syllable made me hate the man who had lied to me, stole me from my home and abandoned me in the woods countless times.
The old man also taught me about forgiveness...and gratitude. Without the evil and sacrifice of one man, I would have been dead before my eyes even opened. Regardless of the decade that followed and my life before, the few weeks I spent with the old man made me feel a part of something, as though I belonged.
Shouting matches with beasts, my first kill to protect the man...I understood prayer and it saved me from what I had almost become. I never wanted to be lost to the madness that left me in fits of manic hysteria like some rabid animal. I learned that believing in something had more power than what the true 'nothing' could actually provide. So after my trials and seeing the man disappear into the waterfall of sanctuary from afar, the old questions stung for only the moment it took for me to swallow and steal my resolve and begin building a shelter.
Do I believe in God?
No.
Humans are their own gods. Monsters only have demons.
And I made my choice of which one I wanted to be.
The Fiend blood that runs through Luciel gave him an innate skill in dark magic, though through conviction and faith, the darkness was bent across its own spectrum of physical manipulation, giving birth to light magic. This light magic has few but powerful spells focused on mending and protecting.
While Luciel wields these 'miracles', he is well aware of their origins. Demons bent the material plane to exact fear and devastation upon mankind in ways he seeks to undo through the base spell's understanding.
Luciel's most powerful and frequently casted spell. The translation roughly comes out as 'Loom'.
The intent is to stitch organic matter back together by binding wounds with seemingly golden threads and imbuing flesh with radiant energy which forces the body to quickly heal wounds at speeds that can be visibly observed. Though the whole casting may take anywhere from a few seconds to a minute depending on the severity of the wound, this spell has the capability to mend bone and knit muscle together to the extent of potentially reattaching severed limbs.
- This spell will not restore blood loss.
- Only good for one wound at a time and requires both hands and concentration.
- Can be used to mitigate damage from poison by forcing the victim's body to heal through the poison's effect until it is worked out of the body, naturally. This process can take a long time and is anything but pleasant.
- Therapy from the spell can ease back pain and arthritis brought about by aging, but cannot cure cancer or other diseases that have reemerged and now limit the human life span.
A more diverse form of 'Repth' that is less focused, though the general nature grants surprising benefits. Translated as 'Inspire'.
The expelled energy finds its way into nearby targets in a burst to swiftly boost metabolism with the buffer of magic, granting a significant hike to stamina, endurance and strength. While a side effect enhances the body's natural healing process, this is hardly enough to matter in the heat of combat.
- Good for moral as it temporarily sates fatigue.
- Requires both hands to channel and for targets to remain within 30ft for full effect.
- Doesn't so much bolster strength as it does allow fighters to put everything into every swing with little recovery.
A self-defense spell which vaguely translates to 'Burden'.
While will and spirit can carry a heart as far as legs wish, the spell is the closest to the darkness that Luciel dares to venture. The spell causes natural acids to build up in muscles at an alarming rate by hindering muscle's metabolism rates. The effect quickly tires victims and subjects them to cramps from continued strenuous activity such as running or fighting. The spell cannot be made fatal, and its result heavily depends on the actions of the afflicted.
- Can be cast with one hand, allowing two targets at once.
- Accumulation of amino acids in muscles cause targets to tire 5-10 times as fast. This does not target the heart or lungs but simply persists through concentration until canceled or the target collapses from their muscles simply failing to hold them up any longer.
- Luciel takes no pleasure in the use of the spell, and it is used mainly in self defense to dissuade pursuers or attackers.
- Highly ineffective against ranged attackers who simply need to pull and release a bowstring.
- Highly effective against attackers who need to get close with heavy armor and weapons.
- Spell cannot be focused with both hands to increase the effect. The spell magically stops a bodily function, not reverse it.
- Hearty targets can resist the effect for longer.
- Will probably just piss off greater demons.
Misc
- Usually ignored by some demons such as Fiends which he has a...strange...understanding with, even though they're regarded as one of the more vicious and merciless of beasts.
-Unarmed save for a blunt dagger he uses to harvest wild produce as well as an 'ancient' silver crucifix passed down in his family...and tough antlers, horns, an array of sharp teeth and claws (assuming he lets them grow). |
53,465 | 1,457 | 58 | 1,295 | 125 | The scene which unfolded before her sent Sparrow into a state of shock. The man she had spent the morning pressed cold daggers made of bone into her shaking palms and morphed into a creature that both peaked her curiosity and terrified her to the core. His body stretched out, growing half a foot taller. The usually soft brown hair atop his head turned a brilliant white, and his cool green eyes which she could have stared at all day glared red against his now ghostly pale skin. Sparrow backed up she watched boney spines break through the skin on his back, accompanied by a tail. As he slashed at the attacking demons she realized his hands had formed into claws, and his mouth had produced long fangs. He was, by nearly any account, utterly terrifying. Not entirely animalistic, but no longer even remotely human-looking. Something stirred inside Sparrow, she was terrified, yes but not necessarily of him.
The third demon in the group took the chance while Adam was busy to strike at Sparrow, but the girl's demon friend leaped in front, shielding her from the attack. He engaged the demon and while he kept it busy Sparrow scaled a large tree a short distance from the fight. She knew in the back of her mind that it wouldn't save her to be up off of the ground, but at the time it seemed a good place to be. When the final beast had been struck down Sparrow dropped to the ground and crept out of her hiding place. She got to the edge of the clearing as Adam looked into her eyes and attempted to speak, then fell. Sparrow's heart dropped and before Adam had returned entirely to his human form she was by his side. Placing the daggers he had given her on the ground she kneels down by his side. When he moves onto his back Sparrow's eyes widen. His wounds were awful; deep gashes cut across his stomach, shoulder, and leg, shredding his clothing and leaving him breathless and in pain. Very carefully she takes his hand, skin barely touching. With her other hand, she brushes his hair from his eyes and then pulls the bloody cloth of his shirt away from the wound. "You saved my life," she murmurs, not knowing if Adam could hear her or if he was in too much shock from the attack to even know she was there. | NAME
born ariel lin, but has been called sparrow her entire life
AGE
somewhere in her late teens, likely eighteen or nineteen
BREED
entirely human
PERSONALITY
-charismatic -naive
-idealistic -obsessive
-forgiving -passionate
BIOGRAPHY
Oddly enough, Sparrow had a fairly normal childhood. Well, as normal of a childhood as she could have while growing up in the apocalypse. Her parents were loving, patient, and kind, and while she was raised within the confines of a small home in the middle of nowhere, she was a happy child. Her grandfather had built the small home where she was raised in the middle of the woods, hoping to make it a safe place for future generations, and so it was, until the attacks started happening. Her grandparents had long since passed, and Sparrow was somewhere around ten when the first attack happened. The demons took her mother and left young Sparrow with her father. The heartbroken two left their home in search of a safe place. A sanctuary.
They joined the residents of Sanctuary and have been with them ever since. Sparrow's father took the job of a guard, and once old enough Sparrow started working in the kitchens.
MISC.
-sparrow is way too trusting and likes to think there is good in everyone |
53,466 | 1,457 | 59 | 1,415 | 573 | After tailing the two into the forest, growls could be heard everywhere. Demons. And ones that likely didn't care about his position. Looks like it was time to fight. Or... he could see how these humans would fight back. Yes, that would likely be best. He stuck to the shadows, and watched the fight proceed. A previously mentioned boy he'd seen, Adam, was it, began to transform in front of his very eyes. He looked typical for a demon. Spikes, fangs, even the height. This shout be interesting.
The fight was over fairly quickly. The aforementioned demon boy easily tore apart the three demons that had come out to play. Yet in the process, he took significant damage himself. He reverted to human form, and fainted on the spot.
Ysran walked out of the shadows, clapping slowly, towards the two. "My, my. That was quite the performance. But you don't look so good fella. You should be more careful." He bent down, and placed a hand on his chest.
"Allow me. This may take a minute." A moment passed. Or two. He couldn't tell, either way it seemed like an hour. But either way, the boy began to glow, and his wounds immediately healed. "There we are. All better." | Name: Ysran Stormreach. He doesn't really know his name, so he just threw a few things together.
Age: Around late 20's
Breed: Human. However, demonic exposure has transformed his ears. Many think he is a half-breed.
Personality: Could be described as "Neutral Evil," He isn't explicitly evil, as in, he won't burn down buildings or terrorize people, but in the pursuit of knowledge and power, no price is to great to pay, even if it means resorting to things others may find "Evil"
Equipment: Ysran carries a pack of ritual materials and demonic texts. He also carries a Machete.
Bio: Ysran, or at least that's what he's gone to calling himself now, was a very smart child. He learned to read from his parents, and how to survive out in the wilderness. Because that's where he lived. He lived with a group of humans who were just trying to survive. Yet in his 15th year his entire tribe was destroyed by the demons.
A normal human would have ran, but Ysran was... Fascinated. He stared on, half terrified, half in wonder, as everyone was slaughtered. Yet when a rather human-like demon appeared to finish him, he asked to learn from them. The demons took a great interest in him. A human who would willingly work with them in the pursuit of knowledge. Surprisingly, they accepted his offer.
Forming a pact with them, he would be granted knowledge and demonic power, in exchange for information on how humans lived. How did they interact with each other? How did they make their weapons? The same way they did? These particular set of demons wanted to know, and were willing to offer power. Ysran accepted, and began to slowly return info to the group. He was then told of a place called "Sanctuary". A large congregation of humans? Perfect. He could learn much. He set out, seeking to know what awaits him.
Ysran was granted a small list of spell-like abilities:
A ball of dark energy capable of delivering quite a bit of force, about enough to go through a door. Against living targets, this can knock people down, and it terms of damage, it would take 2-3 to kill a normal person as the darkness burns like a strong acid. You're basically being hit with a bowling ball made of acid.
Attracts all manner of fish and sometimes other aquatic creatures to a singular point. The range can vary from a few inches to several feet.
A zombie-like minion is summoned to do Ysran's bidding. It can follow simple commands such as "Hold this" or "Go there". If told to, the Shambler will follow another person's commands until told otherwise by Ysran. It prioritizes Ysran's commands first. here's a pic.
A fish (or other aquatic creature) is summoned much like a Shambler. These can be anything from a goldfish, to a Great White Shark. However the general rule is, the bigger the creature, the shorter time it has before it is unsummoned. This can be delayed, but requires great concentration from Ysran.
Creates a layer of Scale-like armor around the skin. It doesn't turn your skin into scales,it just created a layer of them on top of the skin. Greater Fishscales is stronger, but normal Fishscales can be cast on others.
Can heal most wounds, poisons, and some diseases. This spell however costs quite a bit of mana, and spell casting time can take a while.
Fills an opponent's lungs with water, drowning them. However first, Ysran must mentally overcome his opponent. The spell also takes a moment to cast, and only lasts as long as Ysran concentrates.
Ysran sends forth a black smokescreen, and all that see within are shown monstrous, disgusting versions of their worst fears come to life. This usually makes people run away, or cower in fear. |
53,467 | 1,457 | 60 | 919 | 248 | "You saved my life," Adam heard. He was panting, and it was only now that he felt her hand in his. "D-Did they h-hurt you?" He looked over at her, happy that she was here and hadn't run off. "I-I'm sorry," he got out. He knew he was bleeding, but didn't know what to do. The true pain hadn't settled in yet because of the adrenaline he still had from the fight. There were multiple things he was sorry for. That he had lied to her. She probably thought he was just a mutt, which is why she was being so kind to him.... He was also sorry that they hadn't gotten to the village. The village.
"B-Bandages? W-where we were going?" he asked. He finally found her eyes, looking into them. He found himself smiling, before the adrenaline faded away and the pain settled in.
At first, Adam only gave grunts from the pain. And then it got worse, and he started to give yells of panic. He tried to sit up, making it worse. He gave out a scream. The tears fell faster from his eyes.
And then, that strange man who they had seen in the village walked out. He clapped, and told Adam he should be more careful. Adam sneered at him, still not trusting. And then he healed him. Adam got up quickly, sheating his knives that Sparrow had dropped.
"C'mon, Sparrow. Let's get to that village." | The Sanctuary
"Haha! Ha...haha...no, I-I'm human! Just like you!"
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Name
061001 - Adam Willius
Age
Unknown, seems in late teens/early twenties
Breed
Demon
Gender
Male
Description
In his human form, Adam stands at 5'7" with light brown hair and lovely green eyes. His skin in this form is a nice pale.
In his demon form, Adam stands at 6'3" with white strands of hair and crimson red eyes. His skin in this form is ghostly white. He has scales coming out of his back where his spine is, and claws on the ends of his hands.
Personality
While he appears human, Adam is very kind and passionate about protecting others. He appears especially attractive and innocent. While human, Adam is loving and listens very well. He seems like the perfect nice person. He is silly, and everything a shy and innocent person would be.
However, when he is in his demon form he is the opposite. He is cruel, terrible, and terrifying. He'll protect those who he deems worthy of protecting, but he is mostly uncontrollable and chaotic while in this mode. He's unpredictable.
Backstory
The demons were getting smarter. More clever. They wanted a way to create more of themselves that looked human. So they did. They took what was needed to create a demon, and placed it into the body of a human. The result was Adam.
But Adam was a failure. He didn't want to hurt the humans, he wanted to protect them. He felt...emotions. He was lucky he had his demon form, and he fought his demon parents off. Killed them, and then set out on his own. Did he want...closure? A home? A family? Being a human is confusing. After finding a few and (secretly) learning from them, he's gotten the hang of it. Now, he's one his way to The Sanctuary. He just hopes they don't murder him.
Misc
-In human form, he carries two daggers made from his parent's bones
-Adam finds humans interesting, so if he's to be with one romantically he doesn't care their sex |
53,468 | 1,457 | 61 | 1,415 | 573 | You two look like you could use an escort. If you'd like, I could go with you. I happen to know more than just healing. This seemed like a good opportunity to to visit the lower village. Did they act differently? Did they have different products? Did they interact differently? Only one way to find out. That, and potentially saving the lives of a couple of kids would do good on his mind.
"My name is Ysran. So, will you have me? I'm heading in that direction anyways, and those demons you just killed my have some more friends." | Name: Ysran Stormreach. He doesn't really know his name, so he just threw a few things together.
Age: Around late 20's
Breed: Human. However, demonic exposure has transformed his ears. Many think he is a half-breed.
Personality: Could be described as "Neutral Evil," He isn't explicitly evil, as in, he won't burn down buildings or terrorize people, but in the pursuit of knowledge and power, no price is to great to pay, even if it means resorting to things others may find "Evil"
Equipment: Ysran carries a pack of ritual materials and demonic texts. He also carries a Machete.
Bio: Ysran, or at least that's what he's gone to calling himself now, was a very smart child. He learned to read from his parents, and how to survive out in the wilderness. Because that's where he lived. He lived with a group of humans who were just trying to survive. Yet in his 15th year his entire tribe was destroyed by the demons.
A normal human would have ran, but Ysran was... Fascinated. He stared on, half terrified, half in wonder, as everyone was slaughtered. Yet when a rather human-like demon appeared to finish him, he asked to learn from them. The demons took a great interest in him. A human who would willingly work with them in the pursuit of knowledge. Surprisingly, they accepted his offer.
Forming a pact with them, he would be granted knowledge and demonic power, in exchange for information on how humans lived. How did they interact with each other? How did they make their weapons? The same way they did? These particular set of demons wanted to know, and were willing to offer power. Ysran accepted, and began to slowly return info to the group. He was then told of a place called "Sanctuary". A large congregation of humans? Perfect. He could learn much. He set out, seeking to know what awaits him.
Ysran was granted a small list of spell-like abilities:
A ball of dark energy capable of delivering quite a bit of force, about enough to go through a door. Against living targets, this can knock people down, and it terms of damage, it would take 2-3 to kill a normal person as the darkness burns like a strong acid. You're basically being hit with a bowling ball made of acid.
Attracts all manner of fish and sometimes other aquatic creatures to a singular point. The range can vary from a few inches to several feet.
A zombie-like minion is summoned to do Ysran's bidding. It can follow simple commands such as "Hold this" or "Go there". If told to, the Shambler will follow another person's commands until told otherwise by Ysran. It prioritizes Ysran's commands first. here's a pic.
A fish (or other aquatic creature) is summoned much like a Shambler. These can be anything from a goldfish, to a Great White Shark. However the general rule is, the bigger the creature, the shorter time it has before it is unsummoned. This can be delayed, but requires great concentration from Ysran.
Creates a layer of Scale-like armor around the skin. It doesn't turn your skin into scales,it just created a layer of them on top of the skin. Greater Fishscales is stronger, but normal Fishscales can be cast on others.
Can heal most wounds, poisons, and some diseases. This spell however costs quite a bit of mana, and spell casting time can take a while.
Fills an opponent's lungs with water, drowning them. However first, Ysran must mentally overcome his opponent. The spell also takes a moment to cast, and only lasts as long as Ysran concentrates.
Ysran sends forth a black smokescreen, and all that see within are shown monstrous, disgusting versions of their worst fears come to life. This usually makes people run away, or cower in fear. |
53,469 | 1,457 | 62 | 1,295 | 125 | Sparrow watches as Adam's body glows. She desperately wanted the cloaked man to stop touching him, as his cries of pain echoed through the trees, but something told her it would end soon. As quickly as the glowing began it ended, and Adam jumped to his feet. Sparrow stood as well, stepping behind Adam and taking his hand. Her eyes narrow and she meets the unknown man's gaze. "You assistance is appreciated but unneeded." The words come out like daggers. "You shouldn't be here. Quit following us," she snaps, her voice shaky from the earlier events. Her grip on Adam's hand grows tighter, drawing courage from his strength. "C'mon, Sparrow. Let's get to that village." The words hang in the air for a moment before Sparrow nods, turning on her heel and leading him deeper into the forest.
Once she puts some distance between them and the mysterious man she stops and turns to Adam. "I'm not really sure what happened back there," she begins, tears glistening in her eyes, "but I'm so glad you're okay. I thought I was going to lose you." Her arms wrap around his neck and she rests her head on his shoulder, hugging him tightly. It had been only a day, and yet she felt like they had been friends forever, and that losing him would be close to the end of the world. In her mind she could see him fighting with the demons. In that form he frightened her, there was no doubt, but he was protecting her and there was no doubt in that fact either. When he looked at her with his glowing red eyes, she could still see him, the part of him she was beginning to fall in love with. | NAME
born ariel lin, but has been called sparrow her entire life
AGE
somewhere in her late teens, likely eighteen or nineteen
BREED
entirely human
PERSONALITY
-charismatic -naive
-idealistic -obsessive
-forgiving -passionate
BIOGRAPHY
Oddly enough, Sparrow had a fairly normal childhood. Well, as normal of a childhood as she could have while growing up in the apocalypse. Her parents were loving, patient, and kind, and while she was raised within the confines of a small home in the middle of nowhere, she was a happy child. Her grandfather had built the small home where she was raised in the middle of the woods, hoping to make it a safe place for future generations, and so it was, until the attacks started happening. Her grandparents had long since passed, and Sparrow was somewhere around ten when the first attack happened. The demons took her mother and left young Sparrow with her father. The heartbroken two left their home in search of a safe place. A sanctuary.
They joined the residents of Sanctuary and have been with them ever since. Sparrow's father took the job of a guard, and once old enough Sparrow started working in the kitchens.
MISC.
-sparrow is way too trusting and likes to think there is good in everyone |
53,470 | 1,457 | 63 | 919 | 248 | Sparrow lead them away for a moment, and then stopped. She told him she was glad he was okay, and hugged him tightly. Adam stood there for a moment, frozen as she rested her head on his shoulder. He shouldn't be doing this. Whatever "this" was. But he knew. It was a friendship that would slowly turn into something more. Finally, he slowly wrapped his arms around her. And sighed.
"I feel I should tell you the truth," he softly said. He unwrapped his arms from around her. He didn't hold her hand in fear of how she'd react. "I lied to you about my parents. They didn't die from demons. Well, they did, but..." He gave another sigh, ripping off the band-aid. "I killed them, and I'm a demon. Fully demon." He looked away from her. He knew that demons had haunted her past, and it was only fair to tell her that he was such. | The Sanctuary
"Haha! Ha...haha...no, I-I'm human! Just like you!"
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Name
061001 - Adam Willius
Age
Unknown, seems in late teens/early twenties
Breed
Demon
Gender
Male
Description
In his human form, Adam stands at 5'7" with light brown hair and lovely green eyes. His skin in this form is a nice pale.
In his demon form, Adam stands at 6'3" with white strands of hair and crimson red eyes. His skin in this form is ghostly white. He has scales coming out of his back where his spine is, and claws on the ends of his hands.
Personality
While he appears human, Adam is very kind and passionate about protecting others. He appears especially attractive and innocent. While human, Adam is loving and listens very well. He seems like the perfect nice person. He is silly, and everything a shy and innocent person would be.
However, when he is in his demon form he is the opposite. He is cruel, terrible, and terrifying. He'll protect those who he deems worthy of protecting, but he is mostly uncontrollable and chaotic while in this mode. He's unpredictable.
Backstory
The demons were getting smarter. More clever. They wanted a way to create more of themselves that looked human. So they did. They took what was needed to create a demon, and placed it into the body of a human. The result was Adam.
But Adam was a failure. He didn't want to hurt the humans, he wanted to protect them. He felt...emotions. He was lucky he had his demon form, and he fought his demon parents off. Killed them, and then set out on his own. Did he want...closure? A home? A family? Being a human is confusing. After finding a few and (secretly) learning from them, he's gotten the hang of it. Now, he's one his way to The Sanctuary. He just hopes they don't murder him.
Misc
-In human form, he carries two daggers made from his parent's bones
-Adam finds humans interesting, so if he's to be with one romantically he doesn't care their sex |
53,471 | 1,457 | 64 | 1,295 | 125 | Silence.
.
.
.
Sparrow takes a slow breath, her eyes staring at the ground.
You don't look like a demon." The words are a whisper.
"You don't act like a demon either." Her eyes, still glistening with tears, rise to meet his.
"Demons don't protect people. They kill them. They killed my mother. They tried to kill me. You're not one of them. The words come out quickly, her heart starting to race.
"You're not a demon. You're lying. A half-breed, maybe, but not a demon. I don't believe you." She quiets then, her eyes lowering again. Her hands shake and she balls them into fists, frustration and disbelief welling up inside her. "Don't lie to me..."
Her eyes close and she falls to the ground, shoulders shaking as the tears she had been trying to hold in was over her cheeks. Never once does she look up at Adam. Instead, she pulls her knees to her chest and soon her crying turns to weak whimpers. Not a demon. Not a demon. The words repeat over and over in her mind. Adam being a half-breed she could cope with. The king allowed half-breeds in the city and encouraged others to accept them, but if anyone found out what he really was they would likely never let him return. She had been so drawn to him and felt like they shared a special bond. Does him lying change how I feel? The question spins her head, making her dizzy despite not having moved at all. No. | NAME
born ariel lin, but has been called sparrow her entire life
AGE
somewhere in her late teens, likely eighteen or nineteen
BREED
entirely human
PERSONALITY
-charismatic -naive
-idealistic -obsessive
-forgiving -passionate
BIOGRAPHY
Oddly enough, Sparrow had a fairly normal childhood. Well, as normal of a childhood as she could have while growing up in the apocalypse. Her parents were loving, patient, and kind, and while she was raised within the confines of a small home in the middle of nowhere, she was a happy child. Her grandfather had built the small home where she was raised in the middle of the woods, hoping to make it a safe place for future generations, and so it was, until the attacks started happening. Her grandparents had long since passed, and Sparrow was somewhere around ten when the first attack happened. The demons took her mother and left young Sparrow with her father. The heartbroken two left their home in search of a safe place. A sanctuary.
They joined the residents of Sanctuary and have been with them ever since. Sparrow's father took the job of a guard, and once old enough Sparrow started working in the kitchens.
MISC.
-sparrow is way too trusting and likes to think there is good in everyone |
53,472 | 1,457 | 65 | 919 | 248 | "You don't look like a demon."
"You don't act like a demon either."
"Demons don't protect people. They kill them. They killed my mother. They tried to kill me. You're not one of them. You're not a demon. You're lying. A half-breed, maybe, but not a demon. I don't believe you. Don't lie to me..."
Adam looked over to Sparrow, watching as she curled up on the ground. As she began crying, it shook Adam's core. He slowly walked over to her, cautiously leaning down next to her. He doesn't want to do anything that would do wrong by her.
"B-Believe it. I was a demon, created to look human. How do you think half-breeds happen, Sparrow?" It hurt him to see her like this and hurt him more to know that it was his cause. He opened his arms to her, in case she needed comforting. He didn't know what to do. Why were humans so complicated? "Please, Sparrow," he said her name in vain. | The Sanctuary
"Haha! Ha...haha...no, I-I'm human! Just like you!"
Street Food
Name
061001 - Adam Willius
Age
Unknown, seems in late teens/early twenties
Breed
Demon
Gender
Male
Description
In his human form, Adam stands at 5'7" with light brown hair and lovely green eyes. His skin in this form is a nice pale.
In his demon form, Adam stands at 6'3" with white strands of hair and crimson red eyes. His skin in this form is ghostly white. He has scales coming out of his back where his spine is, and claws on the ends of his hands.
Personality
While he appears human, Adam is very kind and passionate about protecting others. He appears especially attractive and innocent. While human, Adam is loving and listens very well. He seems like the perfect nice person. He is silly, and everything a shy and innocent person would be.
However, when he is in his demon form he is the opposite. He is cruel, terrible, and terrifying. He'll protect those who he deems worthy of protecting, but he is mostly uncontrollable and chaotic while in this mode. He's unpredictable.
Backstory
The demons were getting smarter. More clever. They wanted a way to create more of themselves that looked human. So they did. They took what was needed to create a demon, and placed it into the body of a human. The result was Adam.
But Adam was a failure. He didn't want to hurt the humans, he wanted to protect them. He felt...emotions. He was lucky he had his demon form, and he fought his demon parents off. Killed them, and then set out on his own. Did he want...closure? A home? A family? Being a human is confusing. After finding a few and (secretly) learning from them, he's gotten the hang of it. Now, he's one his way to The Sanctuary. He just hopes they don't murder him.
Misc
-In human form, he carries two daggers made from his parent's bones
-Adam finds humans interesting, so if he's to be with one romantically he doesn't care their sex |
53,473 | 1,457 | 66 | 1,295 | 125 | Demons don't give hugs," she mutters, moving closer to him and curling up in his arms. She felt safe. Safer than when she was by herself. Her hair falls over her face and she rests her head on his chest, relaxing almost entirely. "You may have been created to look human, but you can't deny that you have human emotions. Demons don't have emotions like we do, right? They couldn't. They're ruthless beings of pure evil. That's not you." Sparrow says this all while staying as close to Adam as possible, listening to his heartbeat. | NAME
born ariel lin, but has been called sparrow her entire life
AGE
somewhere in her late teens, likely eighteen or nineteen
BREED
entirely human
PERSONALITY
-charismatic -naive
-idealistic -obsessive
-forgiving -passionate
BIOGRAPHY
Oddly enough, Sparrow had a fairly normal childhood. Well, as normal of a childhood as she could have while growing up in the apocalypse. Her parents were loving, patient, and kind, and while she was raised within the confines of a small home in the middle of nowhere, she was a happy child. Her grandfather had built the small home where she was raised in the middle of the woods, hoping to make it a safe place for future generations, and so it was, until the attacks started happening. Her grandparents had long since passed, and Sparrow was somewhere around ten when the first attack happened. The demons took her mother and left young Sparrow with her father. The heartbroken two left their home in search of a safe place. A sanctuary.
They joined the residents of Sanctuary and have been with them ever since. Sparrow's father took the job of a guard, and once old enough Sparrow started working in the kitchens.
MISC.
-sparrow is way too trusting and likes to think there is good in everyone |
53,474 | 1,457 | 67 | 919 | 248 | Adam's heartbeat was faster than that of a human's, and Sparrow would be able to hear it. "I was just an experiment. I guess I didn't turn out how they wanted." He gave a laugh, just holding Sparrow. Eventually, he fell back and took her with him. He looked up at the trees. | The Sanctuary
"Haha! Ha...haha...no, I-I'm human! Just like you!"
Street Food
Name
061001 - Adam Willius
Age
Unknown, seems in late teens/early twenties
Breed
Demon
Gender
Male
Description
In his human form, Adam stands at 5'7" with light brown hair and lovely green eyes. His skin in this form is a nice pale.
In his demon form, Adam stands at 6'3" with white strands of hair and crimson red eyes. His skin in this form is ghostly white. He has scales coming out of his back where his spine is, and claws on the ends of his hands.
Personality
While he appears human, Adam is very kind and passionate about protecting others. He appears especially attractive and innocent. While human, Adam is loving and listens very well. He seems like the perfect nice person. He is silly, and everything a shy and innocent person would be.
However, when he is in his demon form he is the opposite. He is cruel, terrible, and terrifying. He'll protect those who he deems worthy of protecting, but he is mostly uncontrollable and chaotic while in this mode. He's unpredictable.
Backstory
The demons were getting smarter. More clever. They wanted a way to create more of themselves that looked human. So they did. They took what was needed to create a demon, and placed it into the body of a human. The result was Adam.
But Adam was a failure. He didn't want to hurt the humans, he wanted to protect them. He felt...emotions. He was lucky he had his demon form, and he fought his demon parents off. Killed them, and then set out on his own. Did he want...closure? A home? A family? Being a human is confusing. After finding a few and (secretly) learning from them, he's gotten the hang of it. Now, he's one his way to The Sanctuary. He just hopes they don't murder him.
Misc
-In human form, he carries two daggers made from his parent's bones
-Adam finds humans interesting, so if he's to be with one romantically he doesn't care their sex |
53,475 | 1,457 | 68 | 1,295 | 125 | There was a slight breeze and the branches above Sparrow and Adam's heads swayed in the wind. Sparrow snuggles close to Adam, tracing veins up and down his arms in an absentminded manner. "I'm glad you didn't turn out like they wanted. I like you the way you are. I mean um, uh, you're a good person the way you are..." Her cheeks turn Rodney and she sits up, laughing under her breath out of nervousness. "You know what I mean..." Looking over at Adam she smiles, the pink in her cheeks brightening as she does.
"Did that guy, Ysran right? Did he actually heal you? If he did then we can still head over to the old camp, it shouldn't be too far away now. If you're still in pain we can go back to Sanctuary." Sparrow stands up, brushing off her skirt and running her fingers through her unruly hair in a weak attempt to tame it into a more acceptable style. She turns her eyes from Adam to the trees. In the distance the trees open into a medium sized clearing, and a handful of shacks lay in shambles next to a few lean-tos and one very small house. | NAME
born ariel lin, but has been called sparrow her entire life
AGE
somewhere in her late teens, likely eighteen or nineteen
BREED
entirely human
PERSONALITY
-charismatic -naive
-idealistic -obsessive
-forgiving -passionate
BIOGRAPHY
Oddly enough, Sparrow had a fairly normal childhood. Well, as normal of a childhood as she could have while growing up in the apocalypse. Her parents were loving, patient, and kind, and while she was raised within the confines of a small home in the middle of nowhere, she was a happy child. Her grandfather had built the small home where she was raised in the middle of the woods, hoping to make it a safe place for future generations, and so it was, until the attacks started happening. Her grandparents had long since passed, and Sparrow was somewhere around ten when the first attack happened. The demons took her mother and left young Sparrow with her father. The heartbroken two left their home in search of a safe place. A sanctuary.
They joined the residents of Sanctuary and have been with them ever since. Sparrow's father took the job of a guard, and once old enough Sparrow started working in the kitchens.
MISC.
-sparrow is way too trusting and likes to think there is good in everyone |
53,476 | 1,457 | 69 | 919 | 248 | He gave a hearty laugh, watching the embarrassed Sparrow.
Adam looked down at what was left of his shirt. The wounds had definitely stopped bleeding. There were scars where they used to be.
"I guess so. Now, let's head over to this highly-spoken-of abandoned village. Maybe we can find me a new shirt," he teased, smiling. He stood up with her, and held out his hand. He was still being cautious with her. | The Sanctuary
"Haha! Ha...haha...no, I-I'm human! Just like you!"
Street Food
Name
061001 - Adam Willius
Age
Unknown, seems in late teens/early twenties
Breed
Demon
Gender
Male
Description
In his human form, Adam stands at 5'7" with light brown hair and lovely green eyes. His skin in this form is a nice pale.
In his demon form, Adam stands at 6'3" with white strands of hair and crimson red eyes. His skin in this form is ghostly white. He has scales coming out of his back where his spine is, and claws on the ends of his hands.
Personality
While he appears human, Adam is very kind and passionate about protecting others. He appears especially attractive and innocent. While human, Adam is loving and listens very well. He seems like the perfect nice person. He is silly, and everything a shy and innocent person would be.
However, when he is in his demon form he is the opposite. He is cruel, terrible, and terrifying. He'll protect those who he deems worthy of protecting, but he is mostly uncontrollable and chaotic while in this mode. He's unpredictable.
Backstory
The demons were getting smarter. More clever. They wanted a way to create more of themselves that looked human. So they did. They took what was needed to create a demon, and placed it into the body of a human. The result was Adam.
But Adam was a failure. He didn't want to hurt the humans, he wanted to protect them. He felt...emotions. He was lucky he had his demon form, and he fought his demon parents off. Killed them, and then set out on his own. Did he want...closure? A home? A family? Being a human is confusing. After finding a few and (secretly) learning from them, he's gotten the hang of it. Now, he's one his way to The Sanctuary. He just hopes they don't murder him.
Misc
-In human form, he carries two daggers made from his parent's bones
-Adam finds humans interesting, so if he's to be with one romantically he doesn't care their sex |
53,477 | 1,457 | 70 | 1,295 | 125 | Sparrow grins. "There's nothing saying you actually need a shirt," she says with a wink. Her eyes glint mischievously and she takes his hand, leading him through the trees. The clearing opens up before them, and broken boards litter the ground. "Like I said back at Sanctuary, most of the good stuff has been taken already, but I haven't looked inside the house yet. Maybe there are some old clothes there?" She casts a hopeful glance in Adam's direction before making her way towards the house. Gray paint peels on the outside, and not a single window was still intact. The wooden door was missing, and a screen door hangs on its hinges in the doorway. Sparrow lets go of Adam's hand to open it and step inside.
The scent of death was like a wall, and it made Sparrow's nose wrinkle up in an extremely unpleasant way. She covers her nose and mouth with the edge of her cloak and furrows her brows. "Still want to look in here?" she asks, her voice muffled by the fabric of her cloak. The sound of many flies buzzed further in the house, but the staircase to her left seemed mostly intact. Instead of waiting for Adam's reply the bounds up the stairs. At the top was a hallway. And in the middle of that hallway was a body. Sparrow freezes, her eyes wide and her mouth falling open.
The limbs had been pulled off but the body was still intact. It was also fresh. A few days old maybe, which meant that whoever did this was likely still close by, they would need to hurry. Shaking off the shock and covering her mouth with her cloak again Sparrow slips inside the nearest room. She walks to the dresser with quick purpose, pulling out the drawers in a calculated way, not wasting any time. Only a few items remained inside: a faded blue dress, some black slacks, a white shirt with multiple dark stains, some of which looked like blood and other which looked like coffee. Sparrow tosses the items on the dusty bed and pokes around the rest of the room. "No books," she concludes with a frown. At least not in here. I'll check the living room before we go back out but I'd rather not stay up here any longer than I have to. That body is giving me the creeps. You're welcome to look around more if you'd like though." | NAME
born ariel lin, but has been called sparrow her entire life
AGE
somewhere in her late teens, likely eighteen or nineteen
BREED
entirely human
PERSONALITY
-charismatic -naive
-idealistic -obsessive
-forgiving -passionate
BIOGRAPHY
Oddly enough, Sparrow had a fairly normal childhood. Well, as normal of a childhood as she could have while growing up in the apocalypse. Her parents were loving, patient, and kind, and while she was raised within the confines of a small home in the middle of nowhere, she was a happy child. Her grandfather had built the small home where she was raised in the middle of the woods, hoping to make it a safe place for future generations, and so it was, until the attacks started happening. Her grandparents had long since passed, and Sparrow was somewhere around ten when the first attack happened. The demons took her mother and left young Sparrow with her father. The heartbroken two left their home in search of a safe place. A sanctuary.
They joined the residents of Sanctuary and have been with them ever since. Sparrow's father took the job of a guard, and once old enough Sparrow started working in the kitchens.
MISC.
-sparrow is way too trusting and likes to think there is good in everyone |
53,478 | 1,457 | 71 | 2,663 | 35 | Eden smiled softly and laughed at the comment Brielle made about His hair then carried on with the rest of the conversation. "Yeah I've been taking care of them a lot more recently, thanks for noticing. And we'll, I could go for a 1v1 session out in the woods. It would be like old times! When we used to pretend to be guards."
He'd greet Luciel then promptly give him a friendly nod of the head. "A half breed eh? The whole village used to think I was one of those because no one really knew my parents. So don't feel out of place, even though I'm human I'm aware of how many of the villagers must look at you."
Eden finishes his muffin after making the comment and looks down at husband watch on his arm. "AH I don't have much time, I gotta go soon!" | Name
Eden Brown
Age
21
Species
Human
Gender
Male
Description
Eden has a long and lean frame and stands at a height of 6'1 when standing up straight, but he has a very heavy tendency to slouch which makes him appear an inch or so shorter. He has dark brown dreadlocks that he wears in two styles, down or in a nice ponytail. He has brown eyes, a pale complexion and is generally considered very average in appearance.
Personality
Eden is a humble soul who enjoys bringing smiles to all. He is very loyal to those he has formed relationships with and will go the extra mile to ensure that they are well cared for. He is fairly educated and is somewhat of a genius when it comes to attempting to decipher what old world artifacts wouldve previously been, as long as it isnt too complicated.
Bio
Eden never really got the chance to know his parents like many other children did. What is known of them and their time in sanctuary is very little. As far as he knows his mother and father were travelers who wandered the world not knowing who to trust or where they could stay for long. Unlike many orphans who lost their parents to demons, Eden's parents abandoned him during early infancy at entrance to Sanctuary. And from there he was raised among the people of Sanctuary as if they were his own family. For a long while, many speculated that Eden's mother and father had been demons in disguise sent pretend to be a couple in need looking for a place to stay for the night, and had left Eden as some sort of trap. However, as Eden grew over time and showed no signs of being a demon this theory soon disappeared.
When Eden came of age to finally put his effort into the community he wanted to return what the residents had done for him. So he decided to take up the work as a teenager to watch over the younger children and teach them, and after a few years when he became an adult, he was selected to be one of the few trainers for the children. Now he lives his days out helping those in need, he is always willing to take on jobs that aren't his own if it means to return a favor.
Secrets
-Wears the only trinket his mother and father left him with, a necklace with a strange crystal on it.
-He enjoys poking around for things related to the past, more specifically anything music related.
-Spends most of his time at night singing alone somewhere where not many can hear him. |
53,479 | 1,457 | 72 | 2,663 | 35 | Eden smiled softly and laughed at the comment Brielle made about His hair then carried on with the rest of the conversation. "Yeah I've been taking care of them a lot more recently, thanks for noticing. And we'll, I could go for a 1v1 session out in the woods. It would be like old times! When we used to pretend to be guards."
He'd greet Luciel then promptly give him a friendly nod of the head. "A half breed eh? The whole village used to think I was one of those because no one really knew my parents. So don't feel out of place, even though I'm human I'm aware of how many of the villagers must look at you."
Eden finishes his muffin after making the comment and looks down at husband watch on his arm. "AH I don't have much time, I gotta go soon!" | Name
Eden Brown
Age
21
Species
Human
Gender
Male
Description
Eden has a long and lean frame and stands at a height of 6'1 when standing up straight, but he has a very heavy tendency to slouch which makes him appear an inch or so shorter. He has dark brown dreadlocks that he wears in two styles, down or in a nice ponytail. He has brown eyes, a pale complexion and is generally considered very average in appearance.
Personality
Eden is a humble soul who enjoys bringing smiles to all. He is very loyal to those he has formed relationships with and will go the extra mile to ensure that they are well cared for. He is fairly educated and is somewhat of a genius when it comes to attempting to decipher what old world artifacts wouldve previously been, as long as it isnt too complicated.
Bio
Eden never really got the chance to know his parents like many other children did. What is known of them and their time in sanctuary is very little. As far as he knows his mother and father were travelers who wandered the world not knowing who to trust or where they could stay for long. Unlike many orphans who lost their parents to demons, Eden's parents abandoned him during early infancy at entrance to Sanctuary. And from there he was raised among the people of Sanctuary as if they were his own family. For a long while, many speculated that Eden's mother and father had been demons in disguise sent pretend to be a couple in need looking for a place to stay for the night, and had left Eden as some sort of trap. However, as Eden grew over time and showed no signs of being a demon this theory soon disappeared.
When Eden came of age to finally put his effort into the community he wanted to return what the residents had done for him. So he decided to take up the work as a teenager to watch over the younger children and teach them, and after a few years when he became an adult, he was selected to be one of the few trainers for the children. Now he lives his days out helping those in need, he is always willing to take on jobs that aren't his own if it means to return a favor.
Secrets
-Wears the only trinket his mother and father left him with, a necklace with a strange crystal on it.
-He enjoys poking around for things related to the past, more specifically anything music related.
-Spends most of his time at night singing alone somewhere where not many can hear him. |
53,480 | 1,457 | 73 | 919 | 248 | Adam blushed, giving a laugh as they made their way through the forest. As they walked into the crumbling house, Adam's smelling senses were overpowered. He could smell that something has died her recently. His theory was confirmed when they found the limbless body in the upstairs hall. As Sparrow moved around it, he stayed in the hall and stared at the body. His demon nature was still deep within him, and as he snapped back to reality he felt himself drooling.
"That body is giving me the creeps. You're welcome to look around more if you'd like though."
"Yeah, it's creeping me out on my own level too...," Adam replied, following her downstairs into the living room. He shook his head. He couldn't go down that path. "You like to read?" Adam questioned Sparrow, trying to distract himself. | The Sanctuary
"Haha! Ha...haha...no, I-I'm human! Just like you!"
Street Food
Name
061001 - Adam Willius
Age
Unknown, seems in late teens/early twenties
Breed
Demon
Gender
Male
Description
In his human form, Adam stands at 5'7" with light brown hair and lovely green eyes. His skin in this form is a nice pale.
In his demon form, Adam stands at 6'3" with white strands of hair and crimson red eyes. His skin in this form is ghostly white. He has scales coming out of his back where his spine is, and claws on the ends of his hands.
Personality
While he appears human, Adam is very kind and passionate about protecting others. He appears especially attractive and innocent. While human, Adam is loving and listens very well. He seems like the perfect nice person. He is silly, and everything a shy and innocent person would be.
However, when he is in his demon form he is the opposite. He is cruel, terrible, and terrifying. He'll protect those who he deems worthy of protecting, but he is mostly uncontrollable and chaotic while in this mode. He's unpredictable.
Backstory
The demons were getting smarter. More clever. They wanted a way to create more of themselves that looked human. So they did. They took what was needed to create a demon, and placed it into the body of a human. The result was Adam.
But Adam was a failure. He didn't want to hurt the humans, he wanted to protect them. He felt...emotions. He was lucky he had his demon form, and he fought his demon parents off. Killed them, and then set out on his own. Did he want...closure? A home? A family? Being a human is confusing. After finding a few and (secretly) learning from them, he's gotten the hang of it. Now, he's one his way to The Sanctuary. He just hopes they don't murder him.
Misc
-In human form, he carries two daggers made from his parent's bones
-Adam finds humans interesting, so if he's to be with one romantically he doesn't care their sex |
53,481 | 1,457 | 74 | 1,383 | 153 | Aya considered the half-breeds position, maybe it wasn't such a good idea to actually live in the village after all. Though it would be a good idea to have a good relationship with the village so she would stick around to at lease get that interview with the king. As the male gestured to her food she shrugged and began to inhale it as if she hadn't ate a hot meal in a good while. Luciel might notice that Aya's teeth were mostly human, however, her k-9 teeth were sharp and fang like.
Finishing the food on her plate she stood and placed the place in its proper place before returning to the male half-blood. "Oh, perhaps proper introductions are in order. My name is Ayailla but you may call me Aya if you wish." she offered.
She turned to the female guard as well to also introduce herself, "If we are going to be spending the whole day with each other it could be beneficial to us both if you were to give a name, I would hate to have to refer to you has 'Human Female Guard'." Human female guard sighed and decided that this day was never going to end. "Names Sylvia..." she says as though it literally brought her pain. | Name - Ayailla (Aya for short)
Age - around early to mid 20's
Breed - half-breed
Personality - She keeps to herself since she has no experience outside of her family, she could be cold at time, if only for her lack of social skills. Aya would love friends and maybe loyal to them, however, she could only speculate.
Bio- Ayailla was raised by her human mother, Alana, who self exiled herself from her clan when Aya was born. This action saved her daughters life, who would have been killed if she had stayed any longer. Together with Ayailla's father the small family roamed the ruins of civilization and survived. Even if the mother and father never have love for each other they made it work for the daughter.
Around the time Aya was 10 her father, Percy, had went hunting and never returned. Aya and her mother could only come to the conclusion that he had either ran into a full blown demon or a clan of humans that had the numbers to take him down. Aya's mother was sadden but did not let this hinder her from doing her job, surviving and providing some sort of future for her daughter. However, Aya took it pretty hard for a while but do to her her surrounding she wasn't able to hold on to her grief for too long.
As Ayailla grew so did her demon features, her tail and horns grew and red scales began to appeared throughout her body. She began to show the same abilities as her father, creating fire and being able to shape and manipulate it. She was becoming stronger as her demon blood began to take over, however, she never let herself believe she was a bad person just because her demon heritage. She instead used her never ending energy to help her mother and took on the responsibilities that her father had left behind.
When Aya grew into adult-hood, she had to say good bye to her mother as she was suddenly taken by sickness. She took only the things she needed and lft her former home behind, the only thing she had of her mothers was a locket she always loved.
Misc - has a locket that when open plays a lullaby, this was a gift from her mother, in side is a lock of her mothers hair tied in a blue bow.
Lullaby |
53,482 | 1,457 | 75 | 1,295 | 125 | Sparrow nods in reply to Adam's question. They had come back downstairs together and she was now looking through the living room. "Yeah I do. My mom used to read to me when I was a kid. After she was killed and we moved to Sanctuary my dad taught me." She tosses a pillow from the sofa on to the floor and grins. "Victory!" Sparrow straightens up and in each hand she holds a very old looking book. She sticks one under her arm and flips open the second; the pages are crisp and crinkle as her fingers brush against them. "Two households, both alike in dignity, (In fair Verona, where we lay our scene), From ancient grudge break to new mutiny, Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. I think it's a play? It's written like one." Sparrow shrugs and closes the book, flipping it to see the spine and dusting it off with the edge of her cloak. The Tragedy of Romeo and Juliet. Shrugging she tucks the book under her arm with the other one she had found and turns to face Adam. "Should we keep looking around? We might be able to find you some clothes," she says with a smile.
Sparrow jumps in surprise when the hinges on the screen door creak. The wind outside, which had been a mere breeze when they were laying in the forest earlier, had picked up the pace. Setting her books back on the sofa she walks over to one of the windows; broken glass crunches under her feet and she places her hands on the window sill. "We should probably get what we need and head back soon, just in case a storm hits. I'd rather not be trapped in this house with a dead body if the weather gets bad," she laughs, turning back to Adam with a grin on her face. | NAME
born ariel lin, but has been called sparrow her entire life
AGE
somewhere in her late teens, likely eighteen or nineteen
BREED
entirely human
PERSONALITY
-charismatic -naive
-idealistic -obsessive
-forgiving -passionate
BIOGRAPHY
Oddly enough, Sparrow had a fairly normal childhood. Well, as normal of a childhood as she could have while growing up in the apocalypse. Her parents were loving, patient, and kind, and while she was raised within the confines of a small home in the middle of nowhere, she was a happy child. Her grandfather had built the small home where she was raised in the middle of the woods, hoping to make it a safe place for future generations, and so it was, until the attacks started happening. Her grandparents had long since passed, and Sparrow was somewhere around ten when the first attack happened. The demons took her mother and left young Sparrow with her father. The heartbroken two left their home in search of a safe place. A sanctuary.
They joined the residents of Sanctuary and have been with them ever since. Sparrow's father took the job of a guard, and once old enough Sparrow started working in the kitchens.
MISC.
-sparrow is way too trusting and likes to think there is good in everyone |
53,483 | 1,457 | 76 | 919 | 248 | "Should we keep looking around? We might be able to find you some clothes?."
Adam shook his head. "Nah. There's something about this place. I don't really like it...," he trailed off, looking at the 'book' that Sparrow held.
"Reading," he said, trying out the word for himself. "I've never done 'reading' before, actually," he confessed. The hinges on the door creaked, and Sparrow jumped a little. Adam was immediately there, by her side. "Are you alright?" he asks, before she walks over to the window and mentions a storm. Adam shrugged.
"I mean, it wouldn't be that bad," he said with a small smile. Then, he remembered the body upstairs and how he felt hungry. He shook his head. "Actually, you're right. We'd better get going." | The Sanctuary
"Haha! Ha...haha...no, I-I'm human! Just like you!"
Street Food
Name
061001 - Adam Willius
Age
Unknown, seems in late teens/early twenties
Breed
Demon
Gender
Male
Description
In his human form, Adam stands at 5'7" with light brown hair and lovely green eyes. His skin in this form is a nice pale.
In his demon form, Adam stands at 6'3" with white strands of hair and crimson red eyes. His skin in this form is ghostly white. He has scales coming out of his back where his spine is, and claws on the ends of his hands.
Personality
While he appears human, Adam is very kind and passionate about protecting others. He appears especially attractive and innocent. While human, Adam is loving and listens very well. He seems like the perfect nice person. He is silly, and everything a shy and innocent person would be.
However, when he is in his demon form he is the opposite. He is cruel, terrible, and terrifying. He'll protect those who he deems worthy of protecting, but he is mostly uncontrollable and chaotic while in this mode. He's unpredictable.
Backstory
The demons were getting smarter. More clever. They wanted a way to create more of themselves that looked human. So they did. They took what was needed to create a demon, and placed it into the body of a human. The result was Adam.
But Adam was a failure. He didn't want to hurt the humans, he wanted to protect them. He felt...emotions. He was lucky he had his demon form, and he fought his demon parents off. Killed them, and then set out on his own. Did he want...closure? A home? A family? Being a human is confusing. After finding a few and (secretly) learning from them, he's gotten the hang of it. Now, he's one his way to The Sanctuary. He just hopes they don't murder him.
Misc
-In human form, he carries two daggers made from his parent's bones
-Adam finds humans interesting, so if he's to be with one romantically he doesn't care their sex |
53,484 | 1,457 | 77 | 1,316 | 226 | Brielle chuckled "oh yeah..." she reflected on those times for a moment, "I used to be terrible.." It had seemed so long ago that the two of them would run off into the demon riddled forests to sparr. Surprisingly never having an incident happen while out in the wild. He was far better at close range and typically won - but Brielle had advanced with him. Eventually throwing Eden on his ass a few times.
Her stomach twisted a bit when Eden made the comment towards Lucile. It was actually really his influence that had her soften up on halfbreeds. They had many arguments and long talks about why she shouldn't hold the rage with her. The King also holding relevance in her change of heart. She of course, as shown with Lucile, still had her moments of disgust. But the memory of when she too, thought Eden may be one when she was younger - rang through her sharply. Brielle admitted this later after they became friends - too which she will argue it was a Young and dumb mentality to have.
In the midst of her and Eden talking about what to demonstrate for the youth - she noticed Lucile had moved away from her and to another demon. Her lips pursed in a disapproval - she walked over and noticed the female guard a sense of relief. Brielle looked back to Eden as he mentioned being late, "hold on". As she got closer, she became more aware of the features of the other half demon. Gripping her bow instinctually, it was still so unnerving seeing certain halfbreeds. The claws really unsettled her. Brielle walked over to the female guard and started talking to her curtly - turning to Lucile promptly with a smirk. "How do you feel about her watching you? I'm not a guard and well," she looked over to Sylvia who shot her daggers of now having the responsibility of two halfbreeds. "I'm going to escort Edens class to the forest, and train" she explained, though she didn't owe him one.
"Yeah, and maybe you should do your assigned job for the day so we don't all starve...." Sylvia uttered. It was apparent the two weren't the closest. | Name: Ysran Stormreach. He doesn't really know his name, so he just threw a few things together.
Age: Around late 20's
Breed: Human. However, demonic exposure has transformed his ears. Many think he is a half-breed.
Personality: Could be described as "Neutral Evil," He isn't explicitly evil, as in, he won't burn down buildings or terrorize people, but in the pursuit of knowledge and power, no price is to great to pay, even if it means resorting to things others may find "Evil"
Equipment: Ysran carries a pack of ritual materials and demonic texts. He also carries a Machete.
Bio: Ysran, or at least that's what he's gone to calling himself now, was a very smart child. He learned to read from his parents, and how to survive out in the wilderness. Because that's where he lived. He lived with a group of humans who were just trying to survive. Yet in his 15th year his entire tribe was destroyed by the demons.
A normal human would have ran, but Ysran was... Fascinated. He stared on, half terrified, half in wonder, as everyone was slaughtered. Yet when a rather human-like demon appeared to finish him, he asked to learn from them. The demons took a great interest in him. A human who would willingly work with them in the pursuit of knowledge. Surprisingly, they accepted his offer.
Forming a pact with them, he would be granted knowledge and demonic power, in exchange for information on how humans lived. How did they interact with each other? How did they make their weapons? The same way they did? These particular set of demons wanted to know, and were willing to offer power. Ysran accepted, and began to slowly return info to the group. He was then told of a place called "Sanctuary". A large congregation of humans? Perfect. He could learn much. He set out, seeking to know what awaits him.
Ysran was granted a small list of spell-like abilities:
A ball of dark energy capable of delivering quite a bit of force, about enough to go through a door. Against living targets, this can knock people down, and it terms of damage, it would take 2-3 to kill a normal person as the darkness burns like a strong acid. You're basically being hit with a bowling ball made of acid.
Attracts all manner of fish and sometimes other aquatic creatures to a singular point. The range can vary from a few inches to several feet.
A zombie-like minion is summoned to do Ysran's bidding. It can follow simple commands such as "Hold this" or "Go there". If told to, the Shambler will follow another person's commands until told otherwise by Ysran. It prioritizes Ysran's commands first. here's a pic.
A fish (or other aquatic creature) is summoned much like a Shambler. These can be anything from a goldfish, to a Great White Shark. However the general rule is, the bigger the creature, the shorter time it has before it is unsummoned. This can be delayed, but requires great concentration from Ysran.
Creates a layer of Scale-like armor around the skin. It doesn't turn your skin into scales,it just created a layer of them on top of the skin. Greater Fishscales is stronger, but normal Fishscales can be cast on others.
Can heal most wounds, poisons, and some diseases. This spell however costs quite a bit of mana, and spell casting time can take a while.
Fills an opponent's lungs with water, drowning them. However first, Ysran must mentally overcome his opponent. The spell also takes a moment to cast, and only lasts as long as Ysran concentrates.
Ysran sends forth a black smokescreen, and all that see within are shown monstrous, disgusting versions of their worst fears come to life. This usually makes people run away, or cower in fear.
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Name
Eden Brown
Age
21
Species
Human
Gender
Male
Description
Eden has a long and lean frame and stands at a height of 6'1 when standing up straight, but he has a very heavy tendency to slouch which makes him appear an inch or so shorter. He has dark brown dreadlocks that he wears in two styles, down or in a nice ponytail. He has brown eyes, a pale complexion and is generally considered very average in appearance.
Personality
Eden is a humble soul who enjoys bringing smiles to all. He is very loyal to those he has formed relationships with and will go the extra mile to ensure that they are well cared for. He is fairly educated and is somewhat of a genius when it comes to attempting to decipher what old world artifacts wouldve previously been, as long as it isnt too complicated.
Bio
Eden never really got the chance to know his parents like many other children did. What is known of them and their time in sanctuary is very little. As far as he knows his mother and father were travelers who wandered the world not knowing who to trust or where they could stay for long. Unlike many orphans who lost their parents to demons, Eden's parents abandoned him during early infancy at entrance to Sanctuary. And from there he was raised among the people of Sanctuary as if they were his own family. For a long while, many speculated that Eden's mother and father had been demons in disguise sent pretend to be a couple in need looking for a place to stay for the night, and had left Eden as some sort of trap. However, as Eden grew over time and showed no signs of being a demon this theory soon disappeared.
When Eden came of age to finally put his effort into the community he wanted to return what the residents had done for him. So he decided to take up the work as a teenager to watch over the younger children and teach them, and after a few years when he became an adult, he was selected to be one of the few trainers for the children. Now he lives his days out helping those in need, he is always willing to take on jobs that aren't his own if it means to return a favor.
Secrets
-Wears the only trinket his mother and father left him with, a necklace with a strange crystal on it.
-He enjoys poking around for things related to the past, more specifically anything music related.
-Spends most of his time at night singing alone somewhere where not many can hear him.
-The Sanctuary
"Haha! Ha...haha...no, I-I'm human! Just like you!"
Street Food
Name
061001 - Adam Willius
Age
Unknown, seems in late teens/early twenties
Breed
Demon
Gender
Male
Description
In his human form, Adam stands at 5'7" with light brown hair and lovely green eyes. His skin in this form is a nice pale.
In his demon form, Adam stands at 6'3" with white strands of hair and crimson red eyes. His skin in this form is ghostly white.
Personality
While he appears human, Adam is very kind and passionate about protecting others. He appears especially attractive and innocent. While human, Adam is loving and listens very well. He seems like the perfect nice person. He is silly, and everything a shy and innocent person would be.
However, when he is in his demon form he is the opposite. He is cruel, terrible, and terrifying. He'll protect those who he deems worthy of protecting, but he is mostly uncontrollable and chaotic while in this mode. He's unpredictable.
Backstory
The demons were getting smarter. More clever. They wanted a way to create more of themselves that looked human. So they did. They took what was needed to create a demon, and placed it into the body of a human. The result was Adam.
But Adam was a failure. He didn't want to hurt the humans, he wanted to protect them. He felt...emotions. He was lucky he had his demon form, and he fought his demon parents off. Killed them, and then set out on his own. Did he want...closure? A home? A family? Being a human is confusing. After finding a few and (secretly) learning from them, he's gotten the hang of it. Now, he's one his way to The Sanctuary. He just hopes they don't murder him.
Misc
-In human form, he carries two daggers made from his parent's bones
-Adam finds humans interesting, so if he's to be with one romantically he doesn't care their sex
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NAME
born ariel lin, but has been called sparrow her entire life
AGE
somewhere in her late teens, likely eighteen or nineteen
BREED
entirely human
PERSONALITY
-charismatic -naive
-idealistic -obsessive
-forgiving -passionate
BIOGRAPHY
Oddly enough, Sparrow had a fairly normal childhood. Well, as normal of a childhood as she could have while growing up in the apocalypse. Her parents were loving, patient, and kind, and while she was raised within the confines of a small home in the middle of nowhere, she was a happy child. Her grandfather had built the small home where she was raised in the middle of the woods, hoping to make it a safe place for future generations, and so it was, until the attacks started happening. Her grandparents had long since passed, and Sparrow was somewhere around ten when the first attack happened. The demons took her mother and left young Sparrow with her father. The heartbroken two left their home in search of a safe place. A sanctuary.
They joined the residents of Sanctuary and have been with them ever since. Sparrow's father took the job of a guard, and once old enough Sparrow started working in the kitchens.
MISC.
-sparrow is way too trusting and likes to think there is good in everyone
- Name - Luciel K. Lumiere
Age - Appears early 20s
Breed - Halfbreed (Fiend bloodline)
Luciel stands at 5'10 with thick shoulder-length blonde hair and hazel eyes. Clean and smooth complexion save for freckles. Luciel sports four horns as well as the start of branching antlers, these are kept loosely bound with long strips of cloth which hold an array of symbols and Latin phrases painted in blood. The phrases depict a wide variety of prayers, though the symbols meld together like their own shapeless language which many suspect is demonic script.
Wide pupils constrict vertically into cat-like slits rather than simply narrowing, and reverse in reaction to darkness. Ironically, Luciel is far from a fan of bright light for this reason as it steals color from his vision in return for exceptional sight in low light settings.
Luciel speaks with as little mouth movement, accentuated upper and lower K9 fangs only hinting to the vicious maw behind them. With elastic properties to his facial skin around his double-jointed jaw, the rows of teeth continue another inch back. A bite from Luciel would be equally as horrifying as painful.
Lastly, slender fingers are armored especially around the tips with pale claws. The real oddity is how clean and filed they're kept, leaving them smooth and blunt to the touch...though they have a nasty habit of rapid growth back to razor sharpness if not tended to as religiously as Luciel keeps them.
In a slightly androgynous way, Luciel could be considered beautiful if the eye is willing to look past their monstrous features.
Luciel prefers an attire that resembles cloth, though is silken smooth. Form fitting though humble in its color resembling dried blood with his hues of faded crimson and charcoal black. The shawl worn over the suit holds an addition resembling a collar of burnt silver with a similar fastener linked to a ring around his shoulders.
The suit, itself has no pockets and the lower section integrates built in boots with flat 2-inch boot heels. It's unclear how this attire is put on or taken off, though the silver collar appears to be independent of the ensemble.
The quiet type, Luciel keeps to himself as he is wholly aware of what he is mostly out of fear of humans. This could be considered a predisposition, though his understanding nature reflects the notion to instead paint the situation as an unwillingness to unnerve humans with his appearance...and behavior.
Somewhere in the wasteland, Luciel found what some know as 'God', and his faith pulled him back from the sadistically feral blood that burns in his veins. Indefatigable purpose, empathy and a goal to aid the ailing currently staves off the monster that screams to maul humans and devour their flesh at every given second of every day. Because of this, his worship is obscenely odd and involves acts akin to the live sacrifice of animals, prayer/meditation, dancing in the moonlight (rarely naked) and 'sealing' (entering a trance to scribe the script into strips of cloth which adorn his horns and antlers).
Getting past his quirks, Luciel is a fan of company, though is a man of few words or facial emotions but is eager to serve human guests. His sense of humor can be seen as inappropriate or dark at times, but he means well and simply hasn't had much interaction with humans.
However, his greatest flaw is a vow of pacifism which some would see as his most honorable quality; an unconditional refusal to take life. Though he is far more than capable of defending himself and others with his qualities that separate him from humanity, the idea of drawing blood and being lost to bloodlust is a risk he refuses to take.
The events leading up to Luciel's birth are detailed in ways that have no business being recalled in text. A young woman bore the child of a horrific demon, a process that killed her in the process, leaving her older brother in possession of an abomination that spat in the face of God and Man. However, the small monster was still the last shred of family he had left. Whether it was this realization or simply beholding the unholy bridge between mankind and demons, he was driven into what the rest of his tribe described as madness. While he was ordered by the elders to dash the monster upon rocks and be done with the nightmare, he resisted and foolishly fled with everything his arms could carry, his or not.
My father was a good man. He taught me about the world and how we were the children of the earth and were born to live in fear. How to hunt in spite of my protest, how to harvest crops from the unbroken world...how to hide. I was great at hiding. We would play games where I would hide in the forest for days and father couldn't find me! It was in the woods where I truly learned how to play hide-and-seek with the beasts. Many ran from me, but the biggest one!
The biggest one had horns higher than I could reach! It had three eyes and fangs as big as my arms with HUGE claws! It was so cool! It roared so loud it shook the trees and my own shriek barely made the grass quiver, though that was probably the wind. I wanted it to make the sound again, to stay and tell me what else it knew...but it just...left.
It was years later that I realized how they all leave...
My father was my uncle, some madman who abandoned me in the woods time and time again to be eaten by the beasts who instigated my life. I learned this from an old man wandering the wastes when he found me over my uncle's corpse. Knife still in his hand and slashes across his arms and throat. The old man seemed to know him. More surprisingly, he knew me, told me how I was the child of the devil who killed dozens of those he loved. After an old word used to name the monster, the old man named me 'Luciel' before handing me a silver crucifix, saying that it would protect me.
Truly, he did not care what became of me, or even himself from the look in his eyes. He simply lost too much to have a handle on his old life. I followed him for a distance with everything my arms could carry and whatever I could fit in uncle's backpack in spite of his shouts to leave him be or what books he threw at me.
I...just didn't want to be alone. Even if it meant being at a distance and hated.
Weeks in, the man relented and taught me of the books he carried, the hope in the pages and its message for mankind and the mankind within me. He told me the truth of the world, and each syllable made me hate the man who had lied to me, stole me from my home and abandoned me in the woods countless times.
The old man also taught me about forgiveness...and gratitude. Without the evil and sacrifice of one man, I would have been dead before my eyes even opened. Regardless of the decade that followed and my life before, the few weeks I spent with the old man made me feel a part of something, as though I belonged.
Shouting matches with beasts, my first kill to protect the man...I understood prayer and it saved me from what I had almost become. I never wanted to be lost to the madness that left me in fits of manic hysteria like some rabid animal. I learned that believing in something had more power than what the true 'nothing' could actually provide. So after my trials and seeing the man disappear into the waterfall of sanctuary from afar, the old questions stung for only the moment it took for me to swallow and steal my resolve and begin building a shelter.
Do I believe in God?
No.
Humans are their own gods. Monsters only have demons.
And I made my choice of which one I wanted to be.
The Fiend blood that runs through Luciel gave him an innate skill in dark magic, though through conviction and faith, the darkness was bent across its own spectrum of physical manipulation, giving birth to light magic. This light magic has few but powerful spells focused on mending and protecting.
While Luciel wields these 'miracles', he is well aware of their origins. Demons bent the material plane to exact fear and devastation upon mankind in ways he seeks to undo through the base spell's understanding.
Luciel's most powerful and frequently casted spell. The translation roughly comes out as 'Loom'.
The intent is to stitch organic matter back together by binding wounds with seemingly golden threads and imbuing flesh with radiant energy which forces the body to quickly heal wounds at speeds that can be visibly observed. Though the whole casting may take anywhere from a few seconds to a minute depending on the severity of the wound, this spell has the capability to mend bone and knit muscle together to the extent of potentially reattaching severed limbs.
- This spell will not restore blood loss.
- Only good for one wound at a time and requires both hands and concentration.
- Can be used to mitigate damage from poison by forcing the victim's body to heal through the poison's effect until it is worked out of the body, naturally. This process can take a long time and is anything but pleasant.
- Therapy from the spell can ease back pain and arthritis brought about by aging, but cannot cure cancer or other diseases that have reemerged and now limit the human life span.
A more diverse form of 'Repth' that is less focused, though the general nature grants surprising benefits. Translated as 'Inspire'.
The expelled energy finds its way into nearby targets in a burst to swiftly boost metabolism with the buffer of magic, granting a significant hike to stamina, endurance and strength. While a side effect enhances the body's natural healing process, this is hardly enough to matter in the heat of combat.
- Good for moral as it temporarily sates fatigue.
- Requires both hands to channel and for targets to remain within 30ft for full effect.
- Doesn't so much bolster strength as it does allow fighters to put everything into every swing with little recovery.
A self-defense spell which vaguely translates to 'Burden'.
While will and spirit can carry a heart as far as legs wish, the spell is the closest to the darkness that Luciel dares to venture. The spell causes natural acids to build up in muscles at an alarming rate by hindering muscle's metabolism rates. The effect quickly tires victims and subjects them to cramps from continued strenuous activity such as running or fighting. The spell cannot be made fatal, and its result heavily depends on the actions of the afflicted.
- Can be cast with one hand, allowing two targets at once.
- Accumulation of amino acids in muscles cause targets to tire 5-10 times as fast. This does not target the heart or lungs but simply persists through concentration until canceled or the target collapses from their muscles simply failing to hold them up any longer.
- Luciel takes no pleasure in the use of the spell, and it is used mainly in self defense to dissuade pursuers or attackers.
- Highly ineffective against ranged attackers who simply need to pull and release a bowstring.
- Highly effective against attackers who need to get close with heavy armor and weapons.
- Spell cannot be focused with both hands to increase the effect. The spell magically limits a bodily function, not reverse it.
- Cancelling the spell in any way restores targets to the strength they had if normal exertion was factored in...though cramps can still hurt.
- Hearty targets can resist the effect for longer.
- Will probably just piss off greater demons.
Misc
- Usually ignored by some demons such as Fiends which he has a...strange...understanding with, even though they're regarded as one of the more vicious and merciless of beasts.
-Unarmed save for a blunt dagger he uses to harvest wild produce as well as an 'ancient' silver crucifix passed down in his family...and tough antlers, horns, an array of sharp teeth and claws (assuming he lets them grow).
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AGE
37
BREED
Human
PERSONALITY
-dark -manipulative
-idealistic -obsessive
-righteous -relentless
BIOGRAPHY
He grew up on the northern monastery of the Golden Claws. It is a post apocalyptic human settlement which guards the human occupied lands of the south from northern demonic invasions. For years, since the demons stopped their invasion, there was quiet. All they had to take care of was the occasional demon which tried to pass the border or attempted to pass as a civilian. So you can't really blame them for being unprepared and overwhelmed when a sudden demon attack obliterated the whole monastery. Everyone was killed. Young and old, master and student, no one was spared from the slaughter. They could easily defend against battalions of demon foot soldiers but the thing that attacked them, that monstrosity was never seen before and the fact that it sprung up from the ground, like it was buried there for centuries and had just awoken didn't make the defending any easier.
Numenor was the only one to survive. Now his mission is to travel south, informing any and every settlement along the way of what is to come. They have to know, they have to prepare for the hell fire that is to come...
MISC. |
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He removed the rocks and dirt above him. What happened? Digging his way out of the rubble he saw around. His eyes widened, everyone in the monastery was dead..wait, no, there was one more left alive. Crowley, his second in command. He made to call him but the only thing that he could manage to get out were mouthfuls of dust. With a meek voice and an outstretched hand he started calling to his friend when a scream pierced through the smoke all the way to the clouds. They had Crowley. 2 demons had him by the arms while another one was casting some strange magic on him. A black circle with runes appeared out of thin air in front of the man then it started descending onto his chest. The demons ripped open his chest piece and exposed his skin where the circle started merging with him, burning him. Screams, the screams were like acid to Numenor's ears. After it was done, the female demon who was handling the magic cut her own wrist and forced her tainted blood on the warriors mouth.
"Cage him with the others"- she said and the 2 demons dragged him away.
There were others? Maybe they were still alive, he had to get to them. Looking below his waist, a huge boulder was keeping his legs in place. Thankfully, he could still feel them. He tried to escape but to no avail, only causing some rubble to fall down which alerted the demon.
"Hey, I think I found one more over here"- she said as she approached. Feeling around with his hand he felt the handle of his dagger but it was almost out of reach. As the female demon approached he struggled to get a hold of it. Not a minute later the 2 demons came and lifted the rubble as easily as lifting a piece of paper and dragged him to the middle of the area, where Crowley had been.
"He seems to be unconscious, tchk no ear treat this time."- she said as she prepared the spell. Her words flew around the deserted place like dark whispers in search of a listening ear to corrupt.
"Done.."- she said as she started to focus the sigil on his chest, like she had done to Crowley. If there was a time to act this was it. In an instant he got to his feet while performing a leg-sweep on the demon to his left which in turn released his grip on his shoulder. Right after, he reached behind his back, unsheathed the dagger and drove it through the right demon's skull from below, all the while the other demon was still in the air. Just as the female demon was about to scream he slashed her throat, preventing any sound from coming. During that slash, the magic circle that was in the air made contact with his arm, giving a stinging pain. After all these actions the demon in the left finally reached the ground which was followed by a stab to the heart. The female demon turned to run only to slip on her own blood. She barely had time to look back as the edge of the blade disappear through her neck and emerge from the other side. All her world started to turn upside down and swirl around as it faded into darkness as her head fell to the ground and rolled before stopping.
He had to find the others and free them, killing every single one of those sons of bitches along the way. | Name - Luciel K. Lumiere
Age - Appears early 20s (Likely late 20s)
Breed - Halfbreed (Fiend bloodline)
Luciel stands at 5'10 with thick shoulder-length blonde hair and hazel eyes. Clean and smooth complexion save for freckles. Luciel sports four horns as well as the start of branching antlers, these are kept loosely bound with long strips of cloth which hold an array of symbols and Latin phrases painted in blood. The phrases depict a wide variety of prayers, though the symbols meld together like their own shapeless language which many suspect is demonic script.
Wide pupils constrict vertically into cat-like slits rather than simply narrowing, and reverse in reaction to darkness. Ironically, Luciel is far from a fan of bright light for this reason as it steals color from his vision in return for exceptional sight in low light settings.
Luciel speaks with as little mouth movement, accentuated upper and lower K9 fangs only hinting to the vicious maw behind them. With elastic properties to his facial skin around his double-jointed jaw, the rows of teeth continue another inch back. A bite from Luciel would be equally as horrifying as painful.
Lastly, slender fingers are armored especially around the tips with pale claws. The real oddity is how clean and filed they're kept, leaving them smooth and blunt to the touch...though they have a nasty habit of rapid growth back to razor sharpness if not tended to as religiously as Luciel keeps them.
In a slightly androgynous way, Luciel could be considered beautiful if the eye is willing to look past their monstrous features.
Luciel prefers an attire that resembles cloth, though is silken smooth. Form fitting though humble in its color resembling dried blood with his hues of faded crimson and charcoal black. The shawl worn over the suit holds an addition resembling a collar of burnt silver with a similar fastener linked to a ring around his shoulders.
The suit, itself has no pockets and the lower section integrates built in boots with flat 2-inch boot heels. It's unclear how this attire is put on or taken off, though the silver collar appears to be independent of the ensemble.
The quiet type, Luciel keeps to himself as he is wholly aware of what he is mostly out of fear of humans. This could be considered a predisposition, though his understanding nature reflects the notion to instead paint the situation as an unwillingness to unnerve humans with his appearance...and behavior.
Somewhere in the wasteland, Luciel found what some know as 'God', and his faith pulled him back from the sadistically feral blood that burns in his veins. Indefatigable purpose, empathy and a goal to aid the ailing currently staves off the monster that screams to maul humans and devour their flesh at every given second of every day. Because of this, his worship is obscenely odd and involves acts akin to the live sacrifice of animals, prayer/meditation, dancing in the moonlight (rarely naked) and 'sealing' (entering a trance to scribe the script into strips of cloth which adorn his horns and antlers).
Getting past his quirks, Luciel is a fan of company, though is a man of few words or facial emotions but is eager to serve human guests. His sense of humor can be seen as inappropriate or dark at times, but he means well and simply hasn't had much interaction with humans.
However, his greatest flaw is a vow of pacifism which some would see as his most honorable quality; an unconditional refusal to take life. Though he is far more than capable of defending himself and others with his qualities that separate him from humanity, the idea of drawing blood and being lost to bloodlust is a risk he refuses to take.
The events leading up to Luciel's birth are detailed in ways that have no business being recalled in text. A young woman bore the child of a horrific demon, a process that killed her in the process, leaving her older brother in possession of an abomination that spat in the face of God and Man. However, the small monster was still the last shred of family he had left. Whether it was this realization or simply beholding the unholy bridge between mankind and demons, he was driven into what the rest of his tribe described as madness. While he was ordered by the elders to dash the monster upon rocks and be done with the nightmare, he resisted and foolishly fled with everything his arms could carry, his or not.
My father was a good man. He taught me about the world and how we were the children of the earth and were born to live in fear. How to hunt in spite of my protest, how to harvest crops from the unbroken world...how to hide. I was great at hiding. We would play games where I would hide in the forest for days and father couldn't find me! It was in the woods where I truly learned how to play hide-and-seek with the beasts. Many ran from me, but the biggest one!
The biggest one had horns higher than I could reach! It had three eyes and fangs as big as my arms with HUGE claws! It was so cool! It roared so loud it shook the trees and my own shriek barely made the grass quiver, though that was probably the wind. I wanted it to make the sound again, to stay and tell me what else it knew...but it just...left.
It was years later that I realized how they all leave...
My father was my uncle, some madman who abandoned me in the woods time and time again to be eaten by the beasts who instigated my life. I learned this from an old man wandering the wastes when he found me over my uncle's corpse. Knife still in his hand and slashes across his arms and throat. The old man seemed to know him. More surprisingly, he knew me, told me how I was the child of the devil who killed dozens of those he loved. After an old word used to name the monster, the old man named me 'Luciel' before handing me a silver crucifix, saying that it would protect me.
Truly, he did not care what became of me, or even himself from the look in his eyes. He simply lost too much to have a handle on his old life. I followed him for a distance with everything my arms could carry and whatever I could fit in uncle's backpack in spite of his shouts to leave him be or what books he threw at me.
I...just didn't want to be alone. Even if it meant being at a distance and hated.
Weeks in, the man relented and taught me of the books he carried, the hope in the pages and its message for mankind and the mankind within me. He told me the truth of the world, and each syllable made me hate the man who had lied to me, stole me from my home and abandoned me in the woods countless times.
The old man also taught me about forgiveness...and gratitude. Without the evil and sacrifice of one man, I would have been dead before my eyes even opened. Regardless of the decade that followed and my life before, the few weeks I spent with the old man made me feel a part of something, as though I belonged.
Shouting matches with beasts, my first kill to protect the man...I understood prayer and it saved me from what I had almost become. I never wanted to be lost to the madness that left me in fits of manic hysteria like some rabid animal. I learned that believing in something had more power than what the true 'nothing' could actually provide. So after my trials and seeing the man disappear into the waterfall of sanctuary from afar, the old questions stung for only the moment it took for me to swallow and steal my resolve and begin building a shelter.
Do I believe in God?
No.
Humans are their own gods. Monsters only have demons.
And I made my choice of which one I wanted to be.
The Fiend blood that runs through Luciel gave him an innate skill in dark magic, though through conviction and faith, the darkness was bent across its own spectrum of physical manipulation, giving birth to light magic. This light magic has few but powerful spells focused on mending and protecting.
While Luciel wields these 'miracles', he is well aware of their origins. Demons bent the material plane to exact fear and devastation upon mankind in ways he seeks to undo through the base spell's understanding.
Luciel's most powerful and frequently casted spell. The translation roughly comes out as 'Loom'.
The intent is to stitch organic matter back together by binding wounds with seemingly golden threads and imbuing flesh with radiant energy which forces the body to quickly heal wounds at speeds that can be visibly observed. Though the whole casting may take anywhere from a few seconds to a minute depending on the severity of the wound, this spell has the capability to mend bone and knit muscle together to the extent of potentially reattaching severed limbs.
- This spell will not restore blood loss.
- Only good for one wound at a time and requires both hands and concentration.
- Can be used to mitigate damage from poison by forcing the victim's body to heal through the poison's effect until it is worked out of the body, naturally. This process can take a long time and is anything but pleasant.
- Therapy from the spell can ease back pain and arthritis brought about by aging, but cannot cure cancer or other diseases that have reemerged and now limit the human life span.
A more diverse form of 'Repth' that is less focused, though the general nature grants surprising benefits. Translated as 'Inspire'.
The expelled energy finds its way into nearby targets in a burst to swiftly boost metabolism with the buffer of magic, granting a significant hike to stamina, endurance and strength. While a side effect enhances the body's natural healing process, this is hardly enough to matter in the heat of combat.
- Good for moral as it temporarily sates fatigue.
- Requires both hands to channel and for targets to remain within 30ft for full effect.
- Doesn't so much bolster strength as it does allow fighters to put everything into every swing with little recovery.
A self-defense spell which vaguely translates to 'Burden'.
While will and spirit can carry a heart as far as legs wish, the spell is the closest to the darkness that Luciel dares to venture. The spell causes natural acids to build up in muscles at an alarming rate by hindering muscle's metabolism rates. The effect quickly tires victims and subjects them to cramps from continued strenuous activity such as running or fighting. The spell cannot be made fatal, and its result heavily depends on the actions of the afflicted.
- Can be cast with one hand, allowing two targets at once.
- Accumulation of amino acids in muscles cause targets to tire 5-10 times as fast. This does not target the heart or lungs but simply persists through concentration until canceled or the target collapses from their muscles simply failing to hold them up any longer.
- Luciel takes no pleasure in the use of the spell, and it is used mainly in self defense to dissuade pursuers or attackers.
- Highly ineffective against ranged attackers who simply need to pull and release a bowstring.
- Highly effective against attackers who need to get close with heavy armor and weapons.
- Spell cannot be focused with both hands to increase the effect. The spell magically stops a bodily function, not reverse it.
- Hearty targets can resist the effect for longer.
- Will probably just piss off greater demons.
Misc
- Usually ignored by some demons such as Fiends which he has a...strange...understanding with, even though they're regarded as one of the more vicious and merciless of beasts.
-Unarmed save for a blunt dagger he uses to harvest wild produce as well as an 'ancient' silver crucifix passed down in his family...and tough antlers, horns, an array of sharp teeth and claws (assuming he lets them grow). |
53,486 | 1,457 | 79 | 1,295 | 125 | “We should probably get what we need and head back soon, just in case a storm hits. I’d rather not be trapped in this house with a dead body if the weather gets bad,” Sparrow laughs, turning back to Adam with a grin on her face.
“I mean, it wouldn’t be that bad,” Adam replied with a small smile. Then, remembering the body upstairs and how hungry he felt he shakes his head.. “Actually, you’re right. We’d better get going.”
“You’re right,” Sparrow says, turning towards Adam with a grin, “It really wouldn’t be bad at all.” The girl grins, reaching out and taking Adam’s hand, pulling him closer. “If you want to stay out longer we could go and see if there are any other camps near here? I’d enjoy spending more time together before we go back.”
Despite having an already quick heartbeat due to his demon physiology, Adam’s heart begins to beat even faster as Sparrow pulls him closer. A nervous smile twists his lips and is accompanied by an equally nervous laugh before he nods. “I would indeed like to spend more time with you. I’ll do whatever as long as I get to do it with you,” he finally settles.
With eagerness in her voice Sparrow says, “off on another adventure!” She steps to the side, making her way around Adam and then grabbing her books off of the sofa. For a moment she pauses, eyes scanning the room. Nothing else of use pops out at her, so she makes her way towards the door, eager to find somewhere else to explore. Outside she jumps down the house’s front steps, landing with laughter in a cloud of dust on the ground. Her laughter goes from cheerful giggles to coughing as she breaths in the dust. Adam appears behind her, his hand rubbing her back in an attempt to help her stop coughing. Before he can get a word in her coughing stops and she grins.
“Let’s head East. If the house I grew up in hasn’t been destroyed it should be that way.”
“You lived near Sanctuary?”
“Well I mean, it’s not that near. It will be a bit of a walk, but I’m sure we’ll get there eventually. Besides, the longer it takes, the more time we will get to spend together.”
Above them the clouds move swiftly through the sky, strong gusts of wind propelling them forward. In the distance an animal howls. Sparrow’s eyes dart around as she walks, heart rate quickening. She turns to Adam, seeking some sort of comfort from him. Her hand instinctively takes his and she relaxes a bit as he gently squeezes it, feeling safer with the knowledge that he would be there to look out for her.
“So, the thing you told me earlier, about being a demon, was that all true?”
“Ah, yeah. It’s...It’s all true,” he spoke. “I guess I’m a failed demon, because here I am with you.” He gives a nervous chuckle before looking towards Sparrow.
“I dunno about failed, what you did earlier was really scary, and you looked totally different... I mean really if the demons were trying to making one of their kind into a convincing human-like creature they would have to give it some sort of emotions, otherwise it would never be able to get close to us." She shrugs in a nonchalant manner. “I heard that demons can smell fear, is that a thing? I figured it wasn’t real, just something we tell the little ones so they act brave, but now I have someone I can ask for real!”
Adam nods before replying, she made a good point. “Well when I mean I failed, I just don’t think they meant for me to have emotions. It’s something they didn’t think about.”
“Oh, I see.” Sparrow purses her lips, eyes darting between Adam and the forest floor as they walk. If she was able to block out the idea that her friend was this terrifying creature with claws and a tail it was easy for her to talk to him, or even joke about this 'demon side' of his, but if she let the reality of the situation sink in she was quite certain she would be scared out of her wits and not want anything to do with him.
“And we can’t smell emotions,” Adam continues with a chuckle. “But we can smell things that tell us you’re feeling. Like right now I can smell you sweating and I can hear your heart beating at a rate that it shouldn’t be. Why are you nervous?” A soft smile appears on his lips, seeming to genuinely want to know what was triggering the reaction in her. With his question Sparrow’s cheeks turn red- another tell-tale sign of nervousness in humans.
"It's kind of..complicated I guess. Part of it is that I'm not really sure how I feel about earlier. If anyone from the guard back home finds out about you, best case scenario they'll run you off and I'll never see you again. And that's the most positive outcome I can see happening." Her eyes lower and she frowns. "I don't want to think about what other things could happen. Our king is very accepting, but if they think you're really a demon in disguise and that you mean the people in sanctuary any harm... they might try to kill you."
Her voice softens to barely a whisper, trailing off at the end, and her eyes close for a moment, the world seeming to freeze in place all around them. No birds chirp, no breeze rustles the trees, no insects buzz. Sparrow turns to Adam, her eyes lifting to meet his own. He was listening, she could tell by the way he met her gaze. His eyes never wavering. He was a good listener, she knew that. "I don't know why, but I can't bear the thought of anyone trying to hurt you. You're not evil. You're not like the ones who try and break through our gates. You're kind and patient and funny and- and loving. I wish others could see what you really are and understand that not being human doesn't mean you're not more than some evil creature."
To the girl’s surprise her words are met with questions from Adam, though not the ones she expected. "This is exactly what I thought about before I entered The Sanctuary. The last time I thought about it, I didn't have a reason to fear my end. But I have another question. What is ‘kind’, ‘’patient’, and ‘loving’?"
Sparrow purses her lips, searching her brain for a simple way to explain the emotions which came so naturally to her. "Kind is... well it's like when you saved me earlier from the demons. Usually when you're being kind for someone you're helping them with something or doing something for them, it's being considerate to others." She pauses to pinpoint when Adam had been patient with her, since that was the second thing he asked about.
After a beat she grins and gently touches her fingertips to the deep purple bruise on her forehead. "You were kind and considerate when you helped me after I hit my head, and then were patient as I added another delay to us getting out of the city. I guess patience is waiting for another without being upset, or helping them grasp something that you've tried to get them to understand once already and not being angry about it."
And loving. Loving is... Her breath catches in her throat, and her heart seems to skip a beat as she takes both of Adam's hands in her own. "When you love someone... you sometimes do this-" Leaning in she presses her lips against his. It lasts only a moment but in that moment time stops, and Adam’s body stills under her touch. Her hands release his and circle around his neck. When she steps back her cheeks are tinted pink and she looks at him with a small smile on her lips. In front of her Adam’s expression is one of shock, and disappointment fills Sparrow’s eyes.
"Wh...What was that?" Adam asks, clearly amazed. "Why are you pink? Wh-Why did that feel so...nice? What was I supposed to do? I...I don't know what that was but...I-I want to do it again."
“Again?” Sparrow raises a brow, laughing a bit as all nervousness vanishes and she clasps her hands in front of her body. "It was a kiss," she explains. "It's supposed to feel nice, at least it usually does if you care about the person a lot. Just try and relax, I know you have human instinct in there somewhere, let your feelings tell you what to do. It should feel natural, like it's supposed to happen." Her eyes gaze into his as she leans in once more, their lips brushing together softly for a moment before she steps back again. With pink cheeks, hair falling into her face, and glistening eyes Sparrow watches him for a reaction of any sort. "How was that? Still good?"
Adam is silent for a moment when Sparrow steps away, then all at once her puts his hands around her waist and pulls her close, connecting their lips once more. He kisses her, every nerve in his body telling him his feelings aren’t wrong, that everything is right. It clicks inside him then, at his core, in his heart, he wasn’t a demon. | NAME
born ariel lin, but has been called sparrow her entire life
AGE
somewhere in her late teens, likely eighteen or nineteen
BREED
entirely human
PERSONALITY
-charismatic -naive
-idealistic -obsessive
-forgiving -passionate
BIOGRAPHY
Oddly enough, Sparrow had a fairly normal childhood. Well, as normal of a childhood as she could have while growing up in the apocalypse. Her parents were loving, patient, and kind, and while she was raised within the confines of a small home in the middle of nowhere, she was a happy child. Her grandfather had built the small home where she was raised in the middle of the woods, hoping to make it a safe place for future generations, and so it was, until the attacks started happening. Her grandparents had long since passed, and Sparrow was somewhere around ten when the first attack happened. The demons took her mother and left young Sparrow with her father. The heartbroken two left their home in search of a safe place. A sanctuary.
They joined the residents of Sanctuary and have been with them ever since. Sparrow's father took the job of a guard, and once old enough Sparrow started working in the kitchens.
MISC.
-sparrow is way too trusting and likes to think there is good in everyone |
53,487 | 1,457 | 80 | 1,383 | 153 | Sylvia turns her glare from Brielle to Luciel then to the huge sack, she gives a sigh of annoyance and gestures for two guards to come and take care of the supplies the demon offered up. Two strong looking guards come from either sides of the dining hall and struggled with the sack having to call for additional assistance. Sylvia impatiently pinches the bridge of her nose and waits for her new charges to decide where they wanted to go next.
Ayailla took note of how Luciel seemed to respond when she and the tall male human talked about their past. She hadn't ever held any of her feelings back when she spoke with her mother but when she did so with Luciel he seemed taken aback. Aya also noted that humans seemed to have aggressive outburst even toward other humans, she couldn't help but question if the half-demons had more humanity then they did.
As Luciel took his leave of the hall Aya turned to the human male and female and gave a curtsy as the humans in the books she read did. "Good day," she offered as she turned to run to catch Luciel. Sylvia gives one more look too Brielle, "We all have jobs to fulfill in order to keep this place running. Don't get complacent," she says softly and quickly follows the two mutts.
Aya walks in pace with the other half-demon not certain where he is headed towards, she looks up at her new acquaintance and smiles. "I hope you do not mind me accompanying you for a little while, these humans are umm...violently unpredictable or maybe unpredictably violent." She looks back to see if Sylvia was close enough to hear her remark and found she indeed was, however, the human seemed unphase as she dutifully followed her charges. The half-demon turns back to Luciel and says, "I apologize if I was too forward back there, I do not have much experience talking with others." | Name - Ayailla (Aya for short)
Age - around early to mid 20's
Breed - half-breed
Personality - She keeps to herself since she has no experience outside of her family, she could be cold at time, if only for her lack of social skills. Aya would love friends and maybe loyal to them, however, she could only speculate.
Bio- Ayailla was raised by her human mother, Alana, who self exiled herself from her clan when Aya was born. This action saved her daughters life, who would have been killed if she had stayed any longer. Together with Ayailla's father the small family roamed the ruins of civilization and survived. Even if the mother and father never have love for each other they made it work for the daughter.
Around the time Aya was 10 her father, Percy, had went hunting and never returned. Aya and her mother could only come to the conclusion that he had either ran into a full blown demon or a clan of humans that had the numbers to take him down. Aya's mother was sadden but did not let this hinder her from doing her job, surviving and providing some sort of future for her daughter. However, Aya took it pretty hard for a while but do to her her surrounding she wasn't able to hold on to her grief for too long.
As Ayailla grew so did her demon features, her tail and horns grew and red scales began to appeared throughout her body. She began to show the same abilities as her father, creating fire and being able to shape and manipulate it. She was becoming stronger as her demon blood began to take over, however, she never let herself believe she was a bad person just because her demon heritage. She instead used her never ending energy to help her mother and took on the responsibilities that her father had left behind.
When Aya grew into adult-hood, she had to say good bye to her mother as she was suddenly taken by sickness. She took only the things she needed and lft her former home behind, the only thing she had of her mothers was a locket she always loved.
Misc - has a locket that when open plays a lullaby, this was a gift from her mother, in side is a lock of her mothers hair tied in a blue bow.
Lullaby |
53,488 | 1,457 | 81 | 2,663 | 35 | Eden made his way toward Brielle and calmly placed his hand upon her shoulder. "We should get on our way pepper." It was a silly remark, but it had a lot of emotion behind it. A cute kind of nickname he had given her as a kid and used whenever he could feel her temper or anxiety rising. He smiled at her, and gestured for her to come as they made their way onto the pathway to the school.
It was just them two now, aside from the few bits of citizens they passed and he turned to her and attempted to make a connection. So what was all that back there? You hanging out with a half breed and all? That was kinda....um well out of place. I bet people are gonna ask questions later if anyone is aware of what he is. | Name
Eden Brown
Age
21
Species
Human
Gender
Male
Description
Eden has a long and lean frame and stands at a height of 6'1 when standing up straight, but he has a very heavy tendency to slouch which makes him appear an inch or so shorter. He has dark brown dreadlocks that he wears in two styles, down or in a nice ponytail. He has brown eyes, a pale complexion and is generally considered very average in appearance.
Personality
Eden is a humble soul who enjoys bringing smiles to all. He is very loyal to those he has formed relationships with and will go the extra mile to ensure that they are well cared for. He is fairly educated and is somewhat of a genius when it comes to attempting to decipher what old world artifacts wouldve previously been, as long as it isnt too complicated.
Bio
Eden never really got the chance to know his parents like many other children did. What is known of them and their time in sanctuary is very little. As far as he knows his mother and father were travelers who wandered the world not knowing who to trust or where they could stay for long. Unlike many orphans who lost their parents to demons, Eden's parents abandoned him during early infancy at entrance to Sanctuary. And from there he was raised among the people of Sanctuary as if they were his own family. For a long while, many speculated that Eden's mother and father had been demons in disguise sent pretend to be a couple in need looking for a place to stay for the night, and had left Eden as some sort of trap. However, as Eden grew over time and showed no signs of being a demon this theory soon disappeared.
When Eden came of age to finally put his effort into the community he wanted to return what the residents had done for him. So he decided to take up the work as a teenager to watch over the younger children and teach them, and after a few years when he became an adult, he was selected to be one of the few trainers for the children. Now he lives his days out helping those in need, he is always willing to take on jobs that aren't his own if it means to return a favor.
Secrets
-Wears the only trinket his mother and father left him with, a necklace with a strange crystal on it.
-He enjoys poking around for things related to the past, more specifically anything music related.
-Spends most of his time at night singing alone somewhere where not many can hear him. |
53,489 | 1,457 | 82 | 1,316 | 226 | Her widened as she realized the mutt was coming to her defense, her lips slightly parted as she inhaled a surprised breath. Brielle then crossed her arms, and let the breath out slowly through her nostrils. He then thanked her for breakfast, and walked away - his new found friend doing the same. Brielle nodded her head in acknowledgement to the female, and watched her catch up with Lucile. Her attention coming back to Sylvia's softly spoken statement, Brielle said nothing but kept a stern gaze towards the other female. The clasp of a hand brought her out of the silent stare, she nodded to his statement chuckling at the archaic nickname, and turned to follow him. Giving a last look - she saw them all walking away. A sense of regret slightly filling her.
So what was all that back there? You hanging out with a half breed and all? That was kinda....um well out of place. I bet people are gonna ask questions later if anyone is aware of what he is.
"I wouldn't call it hanging out," She sighed, taking her head band off and running her fingers through her dark locks. Untangling a few knots before she continued "I was sent out to hunt this morning, and while waiting - he comes walking along towards Sanctuary, and I escorted him in. Defended him against Derrick, who was trying to take all his stuff. It's not my job to guard him though..." She huffed at the end, and slipped her headband back on. Looking to Eden, "Do you think we should trust them?" her voice was quiet with uncertainty "I cant help but still feel so angry towards them - even if they aren't the ones that killed my family.." | Name: Ysran Stormreach. He doesn't really know his name, so he just threw a few things together.
Age: Around late 20's
Breed: Human. However, demonic exposure has transformed his ears. Many think he is a half-breed.
Personality: Could be described as "Neutral Evil," He isn't explicitly evil, as in, he won't burn down buildings or terrorize people, but in the pursuit of knowledge and power, no price is to great to pay, even if it means resorting to things others may find "Evil"
Equipment: Ysran carries a pack of ritual materials and demonic texts. He also carries a Machete.
Bio: Ysran, or at least that's what he's gone to calling himself now, was a very smart child. He learned to read from his parents, and how to survive out in the wilderness. Because that's where he lived. He lived with a group of humans who were just trying to survive. Yet in his 15th year his entire tribe was destroyed by the demons.
A normal human would have ran, but Ysran was... Fascinated. He stared on, half terrified, half in wonder, as everyone was slaughtered. Yet when a rather human-like demon appeared to finish him, he asked to learn from them. The demons took a great interest in him. A human who would willingly work with them in the pursuit of knowledge. Surprisingly, they accepted his offer.
Forming a pact with them, he would be granted knowledge and demonic power, in exchange for information on how humans lived. How did they interact with each other? How did they make their weapons? The same way they did? These particular set of demons wanted to know, and were willing to offer power. Ysran accepted, and began to slowly return info to the group. He was then told of a place called "Sanctuary". A large congregation of humans? Perfect. He could learn much. He set out, seeking to know what awaits him.
Ysran was granted a small list of spell-like abilities:
A ball of dark energy capable of delivering quite a bit of force, about enough to go through a door. Against living targets, this can knock people down, and it terms of damage, it would take 2-3 to kill a normal person as the darkness burns like a strong acid. You're basically being hit with a bowling ball made of acid.
Attracts all manner of fish and sometimes other aquatic creatures to a singular point. The range can vary from a few inches to several feet.
A zombie-like minion is summoned to do Ysran's bidding. It can follow simple commands such as "Hold this" or "Go there". If told to, the Shambler will follow another person's commands until told otherwise by Ysran. It prioritizes Ysran's commands first. here's a pic.
A fish (or other aquatic creature) is summoned much like a Shambler. These can be anything from a goldfish, to a Great White Shark. However the general rule is, the bigger the creature, the shorter time it has before it is unsummoned. This can be delayed, but requires great concentration from Ysran.
Creates a layer of Scale-like armor around the skin. It doesn't turn your skin into scales,it just created a layer of them on top of the skin. Greater Fishscales is stronger, but normal Fishscales can be cast on others.
Can heal most wounds, poisons, and some diseases. This spell however costs quite a bit of mana, and spell casting time can take a while.
Fills an opponent's lungs with water, drowning them. However first, Ysran must mentally overcome his opponent. The spell also takes a moment to cast, and only lasts as long as Ysran concentrates.
Ysran sends forth a black smokescreen, and all that see within are shown monstrous, disgusting versions of their worst fears come to life. This usually makes people run away, or cower in fear.
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Name
Eden Brown
Age
21
Species
Human
Gender
Male
Description
Eden has a long and lean frame and stands at a height of 6'1 when standing up straight, but he has a very heavy tendency to slouch which makes him appear an inch or so shorter. He has dark brown dreadlocks that he wears in two styles, down or in a nice ponytail. He has brown eyes, a pale complexion and is generally considered very average in appearance.
Personality
Eden is a humble soul who enjoys bringing smiles to all. He is very loyal to those he has formed relationships with and will go the extra mile to ensure that they are well cared for. He is fairly educated and is somewhat of a genius when it comes to attempting to decipher what old world artifacts wouldve previously been, as long as it isnt too complicated.
Bio
Eden never really got the chance to know his parents like many other children did. What is known of them and their time in sanctuary is very little. As far as he knows his mother and father were travelers who wandered the world not knowing who to trust or where they could stay for long. Unlike many orphans who lost their parents to demons, Eden's parents abandoned him during early infancy at entrance to Sanctuary. And from there he was raised among the people of Sanctuary as if they were his own family. For a long while, many speculated that Eden's mother and father had been demons in disguise sent pretend to be a couple in need looking for a place to stay for the night, and had left Eden as some sort of trap. However, as Eden grew over time and showed no signs of being a demon this theory soon disappeared.
When Eden came of age to finally put his effort into the community he wanted to return what the residents had done for him. So he decided to take up the work as a teenager to watch over the younger children and teach them, and after a few years when he became an adult, he was selected to be one of the few trainers for the children. Now he lives his days out helping those in need, he is always willing to take on jobs that aren't his own if it means to return a favor.
Secrets
-Wears the only trinket his mother and father left him with, a necklace with a strange crystal on it.
-He enjoys poking around for things related to the past, more specifically anything music related.
-Spends most of his time at night singing alone somewhere where not many can hear him.
-The Sanctuary
"Haha! Ha...haha...no, I-I'm human! Just like you!"
Street Food
Name
061001 - Adam Willius
Age
Unknown, seems in late teens/early twenties
Breed
Demon
Gender
Male
Description
In his human form, Adam stands at 5'7" with light brown hair and lovely green eyes. His skin in this form is a nice pale.
In his demon form, Adam stands at 6'3" with white strands of hair and crimson red eyes. His skin in this form is ghostly white.
Personality
While he appears human, Adam is very kind and passionate about protecting others. He appears especially attractive and innocent. While human, Adam is loving and listens very well. He seems like the perfect nice person. He is silly, and everything a shy and innocent person would be.
However, when he is in his demon form he is the opposite. He is cruel, terrible, and terrifying. He'll protect those who he deems worthy of protecting, but he is mostly uncontrollable and chaotic while in this mode. He's unpredictable.
Backstory
The demons were getting smarter. More clever. They wanted a way to create more of themselves that looked human. So they did. They took what was needed to create a demon, and placed it into the body of a human. The result was Adam.
But Adam was a failure. He didn't want to hurt the humans, he wanted to protect them. He felt...emotions. He was lucky he had his demon form, and he fought his demon parents off. Killed them, and then set out on his own. Did he want...closure? A home? A family? Being a human is confusing. After finding a few and (secretly) learning from them, he's gotten the hang of it. Now, he's one his way to The Sanctuary. He just hopes they don't murder him.
Misc
-In human form, he carries two daggers made from his parent's bones
-Adam finds humans interesting, so if he's to be with one romantically he doesn't care their sex
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NAME
born ariel lin, but has been called sparrow her entire life
AGE
somewhere in her late teens, likely eighteen or nineteen
BREED
entirely human
PERSONALITY
-charismatic -naive
-idealistic -obsessive
-forgiving -passionate
BIOGRAPHY
Oddly enough, Sparrow had a fairly normal childhood. Well, as normal of a childhood as she could have while growing up in the apocalypse. Her parents were loving, patient, and kind, and while she was raised within the confines of a small home in the middle of nowhere, she was a happy child. Her grandfather had built the small home where she was raised in the middle of the woods, hoping to make it a safe place for future generations, and so it was, until the attacks started happening. Her grandparents had long since passed, and Sparrow was somewhere around ten when the first attack happened. The demons took her mother and left young Sparrow with her father. The heartbroken two left their home in search of a safe place. A sanctuary.
They joined the residents of Sanctuary and have been with them ever since. Sparrow's father took the job of a guard, and once old enough Sparrow started working in the kitchens.
MISC.
-sparrow is way too trusting and likes to think there is good in everyone
- Name - Luciel K. Lumiere
Age - Appears early 20s
Breed - Halfbreed (Fiend bloodline)
Luciel stands at 5'10 with thick shoulder-length blonde hair and hazel eyes. Clean and smooth complexion save for freckles. Luciel sports four horns as well as the start of branching antlers, these are kept loosely bound with long strips of cloth which hold an array of symbols and Latin phrases painted in blood. The phrases depict a wide variety of prayers, though the symbols meld together like their own shapeless language which many suspect is demonic script.
Wide pupils constrict vertically into cat-like slits rather than simply narrowing, and reverse in reaction to darkness. Ironically, Luciel is far from a fan of bright light for this reason as it steals color from his vision in return for exceptional sight in low light settings.
Luciel speaks with as little mouth movement, accentuated upper and lower K9 fangs only hinting to the vicious maw behind them. With elastic properties to his facial skin around his double-jointed jaw, the rows of teeth continue another inch back. A bite from Luciel would be equally as horrifying as painful.
Lastly, slender fingers are armored especially around the tips with pale claws. The real oddity is how clean and filed they're kept, leaving them smooth and blunt to the touch...though they have a nasty habit of rapid growth back to razor sharpness if not tended to as religiously as Luciel keeps them.
In a slightly androgynous way, Luciel could be considered beautiful if the eye is willing to look past their monstrous features.
Luciel prefers an attire that resembles cloth, though is silken smooth. Form fitting though humble in its color resembling dried blood with his hues of faded crimson and charcoal black. The shawl worn over the suit holds an addition resembling a collar of burnt silver with a similar fastener linked to a ring around his shoulders.
The suit, itself has no pockets and the lower section integrates built in boots with flat 2-inch boot heels. It's unclear how this attire is put on or taken off, though the silver collar appears to be independent of the ensemble.
The quiet type, Luciel keeps to himself as he is wholly aware of what he is mostly out of fear of humans. This could be considered a predisposition, though his understanding nature reflects the notion to instead paint the situation as an unwillingness to unnerve humans with his appearance...and behavior.
Somewhere in the wasteland, Luciel found what some know as 'God', and his faith pulled him back from the sadistically feral blood that burns in his veins. Indefatigable purpose, empathy and a goal to aid the ailing currently staves off the monster that screams to maul humans and devour their flesh at every given second of every day. Because of this, his worship is obscenely odd and involves acts akin to the live sacrifice of animals, prayer/meditation, dancing in the moonlight (rarely naked) and 'sealing' (entering a trance to scribe the script into strips of cloth which adorn his horns and antlers).
Getting past his quirks, Luciel is a fan of company, though is a man of few words or facial emotions but is eager to serve human guests. His sense of humor can be seen as inappropriate or dark at times, but he means well and simply hasn't had much interaction with humans.
However, his greatest flaw is a vow of pacifism which some would see as his most honorable quality; an unconditional refusal to take life. Though he is far more than capable of defending himself and others with his qualities that separate him from humanity, the idea of drawing blood and being lost to bloodlust is a risk he refuses to take.
The events leading up to Luciel's birth are detailed in ways that have no business being recalled in text. A young woman bore the child of a horrific demon, a process that killed her in the process, leaving her older brother in possession of an abomination that spat in the face of God and Man. However, the small monster was still the last shred of family he had left. Whether it was this realization or simply beholding the unholy bridge between mankind and demons, he was driven into what the rest of his tribe described as madness. While he was ordered by the elders to dash the monster upon rocks and be done with the nightmare, he resisted and foolishly fled with everything his arms could carry, his or not.
My father was a good man. He taught me about the world and how we were the children of the earth and were born to live in fear. How to hunt in spite of my protest, how to harvest crops from the unbroken world...how to hide. I was great at hiding. We would play games where I would hide in the forest for days and father couldn't find me! It was in the woods where I truly learned how to play hide-and-seek with the beasts. Many ran from me, but the biggest one!
The biggest one had horns higher than I could reach! It had three eyes and fangs as big as my arms with HUGE claws! It was so cool! It roared so loud it shook the trees and my own shriek barely made the grass quiver, though that was probably the wind. I wanted it to make the sound again, to stay and tell me what else it knew...but it just...left.
It was years later that I realized how they all leave...
My father was my uncle, some madman who abandoned me in the woods time and time again to be eaten by the beasts who instigated my life. I learned this from an old man wandering the wastes when he found me over my uncle's corpse. Knife still in his hand and slashes across his arms and throat. The old man seemed to know him. More surprisingly, he knew me, told me how I was the child of the devil who killed dozens of those he loved. After an old word used to name the monster, the old man named me 'Luciel' before handing me a silver crucifix, saying that it would protect me.
Truly, he did not care what became of me, or even himself from the look in his eyes. He simply lost too much to have a handle on his old life. I followed him for a distance with everything my arms could carry and whatever I could fit in uncle's backpack in spite of his shouts to leave him be or what books he threw at me.
I...just didn't want to be alone. Even if it meant being at a distance and hated.
Weeks in, the man relented and taught me of the books he carried, the hope in the pages and its message for mankind and the mankind within me. He told me the truth of the world, and each syllable made me hate the man who had lied to me, stole me from my home and abandoned me in the woods countless times.
The old man also taught me about forgiveness...and gratitude. Without the evil and sacrifice of one man, I would have been dead before my eyes even opened. Regardless of the decade that followed and my life before, the few weeks I spent with the old man made me feel a part of something, as though I belonged.
Shouting matches with beasts, my first kill to protect the man...I understood prayer and it saved me from what I had almost become. I never wanted to be lost to the madness that left me in fits of manic hysteria like some rabid animal. I learned that believing in something had more power than what the true 'nothing' could actually provide. So after my trials and seeing the man disappear into the waterfall of sanctuary from afar, the old questions stung for only the moment it took for me to swallow and steal my resolve and begin building a shelter.
Do I believe in God?
No.
Humans are their own gods. Monsters only have demons.
And I made my choice of which one I wanted to be.
The Fiend blood that runs through Luciel gave him an innate skill in dark magic, though through conviction and faith, the darkness was bent across its own spectrum of physical manipulation, giving birth to light magic. This light magic has few but powerful spells focused on mending and protecting.
While Luciel wields these 'miracles', he is well aware of their origins. Demons bent the material plane to exact fear and devastation upon mankind in ways he seeks to undo through the base spell's understanding.
Luciel's most powerful and frequently casted spell. The translation roughly comes out as 'Loom'.
The intent is to stitch organic matter back together by binding wounds with seemingly golden threads and imbuing flesh with radiant energy which forces the body to quickly heal wounds at speeds that can be visibly observed. Though the whole casting may take anywhere from a few seconds to a minute depending on the severity of the wound, this spell has the capability to mend bone and knit muscle together to the extent of potentially reattaching severed limbs.
- This spell will not restore blood loss.
- Only good for one wound at a time and requires both hands and concentration.
- Can be used to mitigate damage from poison by forcing the victim's body to heal through the poison's effect until it is worked out of the body, naturally. This process can take a long time and is anything but pleasant.
- Therapy from the spell can ease back pain and arthritis brought about by aging, but cannot cure cancer or other diseases that have reemerged and now limit the human life span.
A more diverse form of 'Repth' that is less focused, though the general nature grants surprising benefits. Translated as 'Inspire'.
The expelled energy finds its way into nearby targets in a burst to swiftly boost metabolism with the buffer of magic, granting a significant hike to stamina, endurance and strength. While a side effect enhances the body's natural healing process, this is hardly enough to matter in the heat of combat.
- Good for moral as it temporarily sates fatigue.
- Requires both hands to channel and for targets to remain within 30ft for full effect.
- Doesn't so much bolster strength as it does allow fighters to put everything into every swing with little recovery.
A self-defense spell which vaguely translates to 'Burden'.
While will and spirit can carry a heart as far as legs wish, the spell is the closest to the darkness that Luciel dares to venture. The spell causes natural acids to build up in muscles at an alarming rate by hindering muscle's metabolism rates. The effect quickly tires victims and subjects them to cramps from continued strenuous activity such as running or fighting. The spell cannot be made fatal, and its result heavily depends on the actions of the afflicted.
- Can be cast with one hand, allowing two targets at once.
- Accumulation of amino acids in muscles cause targets to tire 5-10 times as fast. This does not target the heart or lungs but simply persists through concentration until canceled or the target collapses from their muscles simply failing to hold them up any longer.
- Luciel takes no pleasure in the use of the spell, and it is used mainly in self defense to dissuade pursuers or attackers.
- Highly ineffective against ranged attackers who simply need to pull and release a bowstring.
- Highly effective against attackers who need to get close with heavy armor and weapons.
- Spell cannot be focused with both hands to increase the effect. The spell magically limits a bodily function, not reverse it.
- Cancelling the spell in any way restores targets to the strength they had if normal exertion was factored in...though cramps can still hurt.
- Hearty targets can resist the effect for longer.
- Will probably just piss off greater demons.
Misc
- Usually ignored by some demons such as Fiends which he has a...strange...understanding with, even though they're regarded as one of the more vicious and merciless of beasts.
-Unarmed save for a blunt dagger he uses to harvest wild produce as well as an 'ancient' silver crucifix passed down in his family...and tough antlers, horns, an array of sharp teeth and claws (assuming he lets them grow).
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AGE
37
BREED
Human
PERSONALITY
-dark -manipulative
-idealistic -obsessive
-righteous -relentless
BIOGRAPHY
He grew up on the northern monastery of the Golden Claws. It is a post apocalyptic human settlement which guards the human occupied lands of the south from northern demonic invasions. For years, since the demons stopped their invasion, there was quiet. All they had to take care of was the occasional demon which tried to pass the border or attempted to pass as a civilian. So you can't really blame them for being unprepared and overwhelmed when a sudden demon attack obliterated the whole monastery. Everyone was killed. Young and old, master and student, no one was spared from the slaughter. They could easily defend against battalions of demon foot soldiers but the thing that attacked them, that monstrosity was never seen before and the fact that it sprung up from the ground, like it was buried there for centuries and had just awoken didn't make the defending any easier.
Numenor was the only one to survive. Now his mission is to travel south, informing any and every settlement along the way of what is to come. They have to know, they have to prepare for the hell fire that is to come...
MISC. |
53,490 | 1,457 | 83 | 2,663 | 35 | He walked now with her, both hand in his pockets with a calm kind of sense about himself and he listened to her closely. He rolled around her response in his head for a while letting the silence fill in the time while he thought about how to respond.
"Well it is kind of strange I guess to say this, but maybe we should trust them until they give us a reason to do otherwise. Sanctuary is afterall called sanctuary so we should let it live up to its name by being good host to anyone who comes to our door. But we also shouldn't be naive enough to be fooled. So perhaps we should keep a close eye on them. Besides, what if they know something of value and end up not sharing it with us because of our actions. Maybe they know something about the recent sightings. I'd bet half breeds are hunted just as often as humans are by the demons, we have to make these guys feel welcome even if it means going against something we believe in. It's also only normal for you to feel that way and I don't blame you for it. | Name
Eden Brown
Age
21
Species
Human
Gender
Male
Description
Eden has a long and lean frame and stands at a height of 6'1 when standing up straight, but he has a very heavy tendency to slouch which makes him appear an inch or so shorter. He has dark brown dreadlocks that he wears in two styles, down or in a nice ponytail. He has brown eyes, a pale complexion and is generally considered very average in appearance.
Personality
Eden is a humble soul who enjoys bringing smiles to all. He is very loyal to those he has formed relationships with and will go the extra mile to ensure that they are well cared for. He is fairly educated and is somewhat of a genius when it comes to attempting to decipher what old world artifacts wouldve previously been, as long as it isnt too complicated.
Bio
Eden never really got the chance to know his parents like many other children did. What is known of them and their time in sanctuary is very little. As far as he knows his mother and father were travelers who wandered the world not knowing who to trust or where they could stay for long. Unlike many orphans who lost their parents to demons, Eden's parents abandoned him during early infancy at entrance to Sanctuary. And from there he was raised among the people of Sanctuary as if they were his own family. For a long while, many speculated that Eden's mother and father had been demons in disguise sent pretend to be a couple in need looking for a place to stay for the night, and had left Eden as some sort of trap. However, as Eden grew over time and showed no signs of being a demon this theory soon disappeared.
When Eden came of age to finally put his effort into the community he wanted to return what the residents had done for him. So he decided to take up the work as a teenager to watch over the younger children and teach them, and after a few years when he became an adult, he was selected to be one of the few trainers for the children. Now he lives his days out helping those in need, he is always willing to take on jobs that aren't his own if it means to return a favor.
Secrets
-Wears the only trinket his mother and father left him with, a necklace with a strange crystal on it.
-He enjoys poking around for things related to the past, more specifically anything music related.
-Spends most of his time at night singing alone somewhere where not many can hear him. |
53,491 | 1,457 | 84 | 986 | 1,735 | Stepping through the halls, Luciel fought to compose his steps which found a deliberate pace since he was more than willing to leave, and wanted nothing more than to break out into a sprint. This whole arrangement seemed like such a waste of time, simply reminding humanity that he existed...since they seemed to have no interest in compassion or coexistence. His footsteps slowed almost to a stop, pacing in the direction from which he came in the hope of finding the main gate. As tall of a talk that he slung, the nature of the event and even his emotions unnerved him.
Luciel jumped as Aya spoke, a click of a creak rising from his hands as his head spun to find the fellow halfbreed. "I-Iz fine..." his voice soft as he let his accent once again push to the surface. "I am leavink, before I am robbed or driven out" the demonic cleric chuckled, retrieving his hands to abandon the silver crucifix long enough to look over his hands. The stress had already been enough for his blood to will the tips into now viable weapons. They would only grow even more sharp and keen with intent, faith having failed Luciel to prevent such ends.
Her apology worked a small smile to Luciel's expression, his hands clicking claws against each other before almost compulsively finding and folding over the silver once more. "Iz nohszink. I...did not szink zehr vher many ouf us in zeh verld. Color me surprised...ehn...I am not so forward..." he explained, absolving her regret and dismissing his will to share details about himself in the same friendly but somehow distant tone.
Tilting his hands while folded, he looked over the tips of his now clawed fingers. "Zehr vill be a time. Zehy vill need us, ehn aaaall it takes iz a single second ouf any day...ouf any veek...ouf any month" he mused, wholly aware of what he had to offer, though darkly suspecting his own death before his time would come to prove himself. Luciel dismissed the hungering darkness with the shake of his head and resuming the state of his hand, looking over to Aya.
"Livink here. Vhy did you vahnt to live among humans?" he asked, trying to leave the question as open as possible since he assumed that no 'mutt' in town simply had to live in town. Accepting as this king sounded like, his subjects had made it clear that his order was either left unrespected, unfounded or simply myth. Luciel knew nothing of politics and was in no position to debate, though he still felt sore for how humanity chose hypocrisy over sensibility.
Accepting of everyone like us...unless we even think you're not like us, no matter the color of your character or physical appearance.
Maybe things would be better after a week when the yams and carrot stock are ready. Time would tell. | Name - Luciel K. Lumiere
Age - Appears early 20s (Likely late 20s)
Breed - Halfbreed (Fiend bloodline)
Luciel stands at 5'10 with thick shoulder-length blonde hair and hazel eyes. Clean and smooth complexion save for freckles. Luciel sports four horns as well as the start of branching antlers, these are kept loosely bound with long strips of cloth which hold an array of symbols and Latin phrases painted in blood. The phrases depict a wide variety of prayers, though the symbols meld together like their own shapeless language which many suspect is demonic script.
Wide pupils constrict vertically into cat-like slits rather than simply narrowing, and reverse in reaction to darkness. Ironically, Luciel is far from a fan of bright light for this reason as it steals color from his vision in return for exceptional sight in low light settings.
Luciel speaks with as little mouth movement, accentuated upper and lower K9 fangs only hinting to the vicious maw behind them. With elastic properties to his facial skin around his double-jointed jaw, the rows of teeth continue another inch back. A bite from Luciel would be equally as horrifying as painful.
Lastly, slender fingers are armored especially around the tips with pale claws. The real oddity is how clean and filed they're kept, leaving them smooth and blunt to the touch...though they have a nasty habit of rapid growth back to razor sharpness if not tended to as religiously as Luciel keeps them.
In a slightly androgynous way, Luciel could be considered beautiful if the eye is willing to look past their monstrous features.
Luciel prefers an attire that resembles cloth, though is silken smooth. Form fitting though humble in its color resembling dried blood with his hues of faded crimson and charcoal black. The shawl worn over the suit holds an addition resembling a collar of burnt silver with a similar fastener linked to a ring around his shoulders.
The suit, itself has no pockets and the lower section integrates built in boots with flat 2-inch boot heels. It's unclear how this attire is put on or taken off, though the silver collar appears to be independent of the ensemble.
The quiet type, Luciel keeps to himself as he is wholly aware of what he is mostly out of fear of humans. This could be considered a predisposition, though his understanding nature reflects the notion to instead paint the situation as an unwillingness to unnerve humans with his appearance...and behavior.
Somewhere in the wasteland, Luciel found what some know as 'God', and his faith pulled him back from the sadistically feral blood that burns in his veins. Indefatigable purpose, empathy and a goal to aid the ailing currently staves off the monster that screams to maul humans and devour their flesh at every given second of every day. Because of this, his worship is obscenely odd and involves acts akin to the live sacrifice of animals, prayer/meditation, dancing in the moonlight (rarely naked) and 'sealing' (entering a trance to scribe the script into strips of cloth which adorn his horns and antlers).
Getting past his quirks, Luciel is a fan of company, though is a man of few words or facial emotions but is eager to serve human guests. His sense of humor can be seen as inappropriate or dark at times, but he means well and simply hasn't had much interaction with humans.
However, his greatest flaw is a vow of pacifism which some would see as his most honorable quality; an unconditional refusal to take life. Though he is far more than capable of defending himself and others with his qualities that separate him from humanity, the idea of drawing blood and being lost to bloodlust is a risk he refuses to take.
The events leading up to Luciel's birth are detailed in ways that have no business being recalled in text. A young woman bore the child of a horrific demon, a process that killed her in the process, leaving her older brother in possession of an abomination that spat in the face of God and Man. However, the small monster was still the last shred of family he had left. Whether it was this realization or simply beholding the unholy bridge between mankind and demons, he was driven into what the rest of his tribe described as madness. While he was ordered by the elders to dash the monster upon rocks and be done with the nightmare, he resisted and foolishly fled with everything his arms could carry, his or not.
My father was a good man. He taught me about the world and how we were the children of the earth and were born to live in fear. How to hunt in spite of my protest, how to harvest crops from the unbroken world...how to hide. I was great at hiding. We would play games where I would hide in the forest for days and father couldn't find me! It was in the woods where I truly learned how to play hide-and-seek with the beasts. Many ran from me, but the biggest one!
The biggest one had horns higher than I could reach! It had three eyes and fangs as big as my arms with HUGE claws! It was so cool! It roared so loud it shook the trees and my own shriek barely made the grass quiver, though that was probably the wind. I wanted it to make the sound again, to stay and tell me what else it knew...but it just...left.
It was years later that I realized how they all leave...
My father was my uncle, some madman who abandoned me in the woods time and time again to be eaten by the beasts who instigated my life. I learned this from an old man wandering the wastes when he found me over my uncle's corpse. Knife still in his hand and slashes across his arms and throat. The old man seemed to know him. More surprisingly, he knew me, told me how I was the child of the devil who killed dozens of those he loved. After an old word used to name the monster, the old man named me 'Luciel' before handing me a silver crucifix, saying that it would protect me.
Truly, he did not care what became of me, or even himself from the look in his eyes. He simply lost too much to have a handle on his old life. I followed him for a distance with everything my arms could carry and whatever I could fit in uncle's backpack in spite of his shouts to leave him be or what books he threw at me.
I...just didn't want to be alone. Even if it meant being at a distance and hated.
Weeks in, the man relented and taught me of the books he carried, the hope in the pages and its message for mankind and the mankind within me. He told me the truth of the world, and each syllable made me hate the man who had lied to me, stole me from my home and abandoned me in the woods countless times.
The old man also taught me about forgiveness...and gratitude. Without the evil and sacrifice of one man, I would have been dead before my eyes even opened. Regardless of the decade that followed and my life before, the few weeks I spent with the old man made me feel a part of something, as though I belonged.
Shouting matches with beasts, my first kill to protect the man...I understood prayer and it saved me from what I had almost become. I never wanted to be lost to the madness that left me in fits of manic hysteria like some rabid animal. I learned that believing in something had more power than what the true 'nothing' could actually provide. So after my trials and seeing the man disappear into the waterfall of sanctuary from afar, the old questions stung for only the moment it took for me to swallow and steal my resolve and begin building a shelter.
Do I believe in God?
No.
Humans are their own gods. Monsters only have demons.
And I made my choice of which one I wanted to be.
The Fiend blood that runs through Luciel gave him an innate skill in dark magic, though through conviction and faith, the darkness was bent across its own spectrum of physical manipulation, giving birth to light magic. This light magic has few but powerful spells focused on mending and protecting.
While Luciel wields these 'miracles', he is well aware of their origins. Demons bent the material plane to exact fear and devastation upon mankind in ways he seeks to undo through the base spell's understanding.
Luciel's most powerful and frequently casted spell. The translation roughly comes out as 'Loom'.
The intent is to stitch organic matter back together by binding wounds with seemingly golden threads and imbuing flesh with radiant energy which forces the body to quickly heal wounds at speeds that can be visibly observed. Though the whole casting may take anywhere from a few seconds to a minute depending on the severity of the wound, this spell has the capability to mend bone and knit muscle together to the extent of potentially reattaching severed limbs.
- This spell will not restore blood loss.
- Only good for one wound at a time and requires both hands and concentration.
- Can be used to mitigate damage from poison by forcing the victim's body to heal through the poison's effect until it is worked out of the body, naturally. This process can take a long time and is anything but pleasant.
- Therapy from the spell can ease back pain and arthritis brought about by aging, but cannot cure cancer or other diseases that have reemerged and now limit the human life span.
A more diverse form of 'Repth' that is less focused, though the general nature grants surprising benefits. Translated as 'Inspire'.
The expelled energy finds its way into nearby targets in a burst to swiftly boost metabolism with the buffer of magic, granting a significant hike to stamina, endurance and strength. While a side effect enhances the body's natural healing process, this is hardly enough to matter in the heat of combat.
- Good for moral as it temporarily sates fatigue.
- Requires both hands to channel and for targets to remain within 30ft for full effect.
- Doesn't so much bolster strength as it does allow fighters to put everything into every swing with little recovery.
A self-defense spell which vaguely translates to 'Burden'.
While will and spirit can carry a heart as far as legs wish, the spell is the closest to the darkness that Luciel dares to venture. The spell causes natural acids to build up in muscles at an alarming rate by hindering muscle's metabolism rates. The effect quickly tires victims and subjects them to cramps from continued strenuous activity such as running or fighting. The spell cannot be made fatal, and its result heavily depends on the actions of the afflicted.
- Can be cast with one hand, allowing two targets at once.
- Accumulation of amino acids in muscles cause targets to tire 5-10 times as fast. This does not target the heart or lungs but simply persists through concentration until canceled or the target collapses from their muscles simply failing to hold them up any longer.
- Luciel takes no pleasure in the use of the spell, and it is used mainly in self defense to dissuade pursuers or attackers.
- Highly ineffective against ranged attackers who simply need to pull and release a bowstring.
- Highly effective against attackers who need to get close with heavy armor and weapons.
- Spell cannot be focused with both hands to increase the effect. The spell magically stops a bodily function, not reverse it.
- Hearty targets can resist the effect for longer.
- Will probably just piss off greater demons.
Misc
- Usually ignored by some demons such as Fiends which he has a...strange...understanding with, even though they're regarded as one of the more vicious and merciless of beasts.
-Unarmed save for a blunt dagger he uses to harvest wild produce as well as an 'ancient' silver crucifix passed down in his family...and tough antlers, horns, an array of sharp teeth and claws (assuming he lets them grow). |
53,492 | 1,457 | 85 | 1,316 | 226 | She listened to him as they made their way through the crowds towards the classrooms. Inhaling deeply, she crossed her arms - her thumb stroking the wood of her bow in some kind of nervous habit. Brielle then stopped as they stood at the entrance of the classrooms, and placed her hands behind her back - both gripping her bow. She gave a small smile to Eden, "I suppose your right.." Her thoughts trailed off to keeping them close in essence in case the halfbreeds did know something, "I guess its just an unnerving thought to not know what they're capable of". She didn't say anything for a moment, her eyes shifted to the ground before inhaling and starting again "There was something kind of different about Lucile, the Half-breed earlier. He seemed to scared of the guards, I was sure he was going to attack. But..Didn't. So maybe you are right".
Her gaze went from the dread-locked man to the class slowly filling with children. It was rare she ever stepped foot in the classrooms, but when she did - a crisp nostalgia of her days spent here, flooded in. "You said Flora and Fauna today?" Brielle asked Eden in a more chipper tone, her gaze still placed on some of the youth in the class. "Well! Guess I'll take a seat in the back, so you can start class. Teacher" She laughed, and gestured for him to walk in first. | Name: Ysran Stormreach. He doesn't really know his name, so he just threw a few things together.
Age: Around late 20's
Breed: Human. However, demonic exposure has transformed his ears. Many think he is a half-breed.
Personality: Could be described as "Neutral Evil," He isn't explicitly evil, as in, he won't burn down buildings or terrorize people, but in the pursuit of knowledge and power, no price is to great to pay, even if it means resorting to things others may find "Evil"
Equipment: Ysran carries a pack of ritual materials and demonic texts. He also carries a Machete.
Bio: Ysran, or at least that's what he's gone to calling himself now, was a very smart child. He learned to read from his parents, and how to survive out in the wilderness. Because that's where he lived. He lived with a group of humans who were just trying to survive. Yet in his 15th year his entire tribe was destroyed by the demons.
A normal human would have ran, but Ysran was... Fascinated. He stared on, half terrified, half in wonder, as everyone was slaughtered. Yet when a rather human-like demon appeared to finish him, he asked to learn from them. The demons took a great interest in him. A human who would willingly work with them in the pursuit of knowledge. Surprisingly, they accepted his offer.
Forming a pact with them, he would be granted knowledge and demonic power, in exchange for information on how humans lived. How did they interact with each other? How did they make their weapons? The same way they did? These particular set of demons wanted to know, and were willing to offer power. Ysran accepted, and began to slowly return info to the group. He was then told of a place called "Sanctuary". A large congregation of humans? Perfect. He could learn much. He set out, seeking to know what awaits him.
Ysran was granted a small list of spell-like abilities:
A ball of dark energy capable of delivering quite a bit of force, about enough to go through a door. Against living targets, this can knock people down, and it terms of damage, it would take 2-3 to kill a normal person as the darkness burns like a strong acid. You're basically being hit with a bowling ball made of acid.
Attracts all manner of fish and sometimes other aquatic creatures to a singular point. The range can vary from a few inches to several feet.
A zombie-like minion is summoned to do Ysran's bidding. It can follow simple commands such as "Hold this" or "Go there". If told to, the Shambler will follow another person's commands until told otherwise by Ysran. It prioritizes Ysran's commands first. here's a pic.
A fish (or other aquatic creature) is summoned much like a Shambler. These can be anything from a goldfish, to a Great White Shark. However the general rule is, the bigger the creature, the shorter time it has before it is unsummoned. This can be delayed, but requires great concentration from Ysran.
Creates a layer of Scale-like armor around the skin. It doesn't turn your skin into scales,it just created a layer of them on top of the skin. Greater Fishscales is stronger, but normal Fishscales can be cast on others.
Can heal most wounds, poisons, and some diseases. This spell however costs quite a bit of mana, and spell casting time can take a while.
Fills an opponent's lungs with water, drowning them. However first, Ysran must mentally overcome his opponent. The spell also takes a moment to cast, and only lasts as long as Ysran concentrates.
Ysran sends forth a black smokescreen, and all that see within are shown monstrous, disgusting versions of their worst fears come to life. This usually makes people run away, or cower in fear.
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Name
Eden Brown
Age
21
Species
Human
Gender
Male
Description
Eden has a long and lean frame and stands at a height of 6'1 when standing up straight, but he has a very heavy tendency to slouch which makes him appear an inch or so shorter. He has dark brown dreadlocks that he wears in two styles, down or in a nice ponytail. He has brown eyes, a pale complexion and is generally considered very average in appearance.
Personality
Eden is a humble soul who enjoys bringing smiles to all. He is very loyal to those he has formed relationships with and will go the extra mile to ensure that they are well cared for. He is fairly educated and is somewhat of a genius when it comes to attempting to decipher what old world artifacts wouldve previously been, as long as it isnt too complicated.
Bio
Eden never really got the chance to know his parents like many other children did. What is known of them and their time in sanctuary is very little. As far as he knows his mother and father were travelers who wandered the world not knowing who to trust or where they could stay for long. Unlike many orphans who lost their parents to demons, Eden's parents abandoned him during early infancy at entrance to Sanctuary. And from there he was raised among the people of Sanctuary as if they were his own family. For a long while, many speculated that Eden's mother and father had been demons in disguise sent pretend to be a couple in need looking for a place to stay for the night, and had left Eden as some sort of trap. However, as Eden grew over time and showed no signs of being a demon this theory soon disappeared.
When Eden came of age to finally put his effort into the community he wanted to return what the residents had done for him. So he decided to take up the work as a teenager to watch over the younger children and teach them, and after a few years when he became an adult, he was selected to be one of the few trainers for the children. Now he lives his days out helping those in need, he is always willing to take on jobs that aren't his own if it means to return a favor.
Secrets
-Wears the only trinket his mother and father left him with, a necklace with a strange crystal on it.
-He enjoys poking around for things related to the past, more specifically anything music related.
-Spends most of his time at night singing alone somewhere where not many can hear him.
-The Sanctuary
"Haha! Ha...haha...no, I-I'm human! Just like you!"
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Name
061001 - Adam Willius
Age
Unknown, seems in late teens/early twenties
Breed
Demon
Gender
Male
Description
In his human form, Adam stands at 5'7" with light brown hair and lovely green eyes. His skin in this form is a nice pale.
In his demon form, Adam stands at 6'3" with white strands of hair and crimson red eyes. His skin in this form is ghostly white.
Personality
While he appears human, Adam is very kind and passionate about protecting others. He appears especially attractive and innocent. While human, Adam is loving and listens very well. He seems like the perfect nice person. He is silly, and everything a shy and innocent person would be.
However, when he is in his demon form he is the opposite. He is cruel, terrible, and terrifying. He'll protect those who he deems worthy of protecting, but he is mostly uncontrollable and chaotic while in this mode. He's unpredictable.
Backstory
The demons were getting smarter. More clever. They wanted a way to create more of themselves that looked human. So they did. They took what was needed to create a demon, and placed it into the body of a human. The result was Adam.
But Adam was a failure. He didn't want to hurt the humans, he wanted to protect them. He felt...emotions. He was lucky he had his demon form, and he fought his demon parents off. Killed them, and then set out on his own. Did he want...closure? A home? A family? Being a human is confusing. After finding a few and (secretly) learning from them, he's gotten the hang of it. Now, he's one his way to The Sanctuary. He just hopes they don't murder him.
Misc
-In human form, he carries two daggers made from his parent's bones
-Adam finds humans interesting, so if he's to be with one romantically he doesn't care their sex
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NAME
born ariel lin, but has been called sparrow her entire life
AGE
somewhere in her late teens, likely eighteen or nineteen
BREED
entirely human
PERSONALITY
-charismatic -naive
-idealistic -obsessive
-forgiving -passionate
BIOGRAPHY
Oddly enough, Sparrow had a fairly normal childhood. Well, as normal of a childhood as she could have while growing up in the apocalypse. Her parents were loving, patient, and kind, and while she was raised within the confines of a small home in the middle of nowhere, she was a happy child. Her grandfather had built the small home where she was raised in the middle of the woods, hoping to make it a safe place for future generations, and so it was, until the attacks started happening. Her grandparents had long since passed, and Sparrow was somewhere around ten when the first attack happened. The demons took her mother and left young Sparrow with her father. The heartbroken two left their home in search of a safe place. A sanctuary.
They joined the residents of Sanctuary and have been with them ever since. Sparrow's father took the job of a guard, and once old enough Sparrow started working in the kitchens.
MISC.
-sparrow is way too trusting and likes to think there is good in everyone
- Name - Luciel K. Lumiere
Age - Appears early 20s
Breed - Halfbreed (Fiend bloodline)
Luciel stands at 5'10 with thick shoulder-length blonde hair and hazel eyes. Clean and smooth complexion save for freckles. Luciel sports four horns as well as the start of branching antlers, these are kept loosely bound with long strips of cloth which hold an array of symbols and Latin phrases painted in blood. The phrases depict a wide variety of prayers, though the symbols meld together like their own shapeless language which many suspect is demonic script.
Wide pupils constrict vertically into cat-like slits rather than simply narrowing, and reverse in reaction to darkness. Ironically, Luciel is far from a fan of bright light for this reason as it steals color from his vision in return for exceptional sight in low light settings.
Luciel speaks with as little mouth movement, accentuated upper and lower K9 fangs only hinting to the vicious maw behind them. With elastic properties to his facial skin around his double-jointed jaw, the rows of teeth continue another inch back. A bite from Luciel would be equally as horrifying as painful.
Lastly, slender fingers are armored especially around the tips with pale claws. The real oddity is how clean and filed they're kept, leaving them smooth and blunt to the touch...though they have a nasty habit of rapid growth back to razor sharpness if not tended to as religiously as Luciel keeps them.
In a slightly androgynous way, Luciel could be considered beautiful if the eye is willing to look past their monstrous features.
Luciel prefers an attire that resembles cloth, though is silken smooth. Form fitting though humble in its color resembling dried blood with his hues of faded crimson and charcoal black. The shawl worn over the suit holds an addition resembling a collar of burnt silver with a similar fastener linked to a ring around his shoulders.
The suit, itself has no pockets and the lower section integrates built in boots with flat 2-inch boot heels. It's unclear how this attire is put on or taken off, though the silver collar appears to be independent of the ensemble.
The quiet type, Luciel keeps to himself as he is wholly aware of what he is mostly out of fear of humans. This could be considered a predisposition, though his understanding nature reflects the notion to instead paint the situation as an unwillingness to unnerve humans with his appearance...and behavior.
Somewhere in the wasteland, Luciel found what some know as 'God', and his faith pulled him back from the sadistically feral blood that burns in his veins. Indefatigable purpose, empathy and a goal to aid the ailing currently staves off the monster that screams to maul humans and devour their flesh at every given second of every day. Because of this, his worship is obscenely odd and involves acts akin to the live sacrifice of animals, prayer/meditation, dancing in the moonlight (rarely naked) and 'sealing' (entering a trance to scribe the script into strips of cloth which adorn his horns and antlers).
Getting past his quirks, Luciel is a fan of company, though is a man of few words or facial emotions but is eager to serve human guests. His sense of humor can be seen as inappropriate or dark at times, but he means well and simply hasn't had much interaction with humans.
However, his greatest flaw is a vow of pacifism which some would see as his most honorable quality; an unconditional refusal to take life. Though he is far more than capable of defending himself and others with his qualities that separate him from humanity, the idea of drawing blood and being lost to bloodlust is a risk he refuses to take.
The events leading up to Luciel's birth are detailed in ways that have no business being recalled in text. A young woman bore the child of a horrific demon, a process that killed her in the process, leaving her older brother in possession of an abomination that spat in the face of God and Man. However, the small monster was still the last shred of family he had left. Whether it was this realization or simply beholding the unholy bridge between mankind and demons, he was driven into what the rest of his tribe described as madness. While he was ordered by the elders to dash the monster upon rocks and be done with the nightmare, he resisted and foolishly fled with everything his arms could carry, his or not.
My father was a good man. He taught me about the world and how we were the children of the earth and were born to live in fear. How to hunt in spite of my protest, how to harvest crops from the unbroken world...how to hide. I was great at hiding. We would play games where I would hide in the forest for days and father couldn't find me! It was in the woods where I truly learned how to play hide-and-seek with the beasts. Many ran from me, but the biggest one!
The biggest one had horns higher than I could reach! It had three eyes and fangs as big as my arms with HUGE claws! It was so cool! It roared so loud it shook the trees and my own shriek barely made the grass quiver, though that was probably the wind. I wanted it to make the sound again, to stay and tell me what else it knew...but it just...left.
It was years later that I realized how they all leave...
My father was my uncle, some madman who abandoned me in the woods time and time again to be eaten by the beasts who instigated my life. I learned this from an old man wandering the wastes when he found me over my uncle's corpse. Knife still in his hand and slashes across his arms and throat. The old man seemed to know him. More surprisingly, he knew me, told me how I was the child of the devil who killed dozens of those he loved. After an old word used to name the monster, the old man named me 'Luciel' before handing me a silver crucifix, saying that it would protect me.
Truly, he did not care what became of me, or even himself from the look in his eyes. He simply lost too much to have a handle on his old life. I followed him for a distance with everything my arms could carry and whatever I could fit in uncle's backpack in spite of his shouts to leave him be or what books he threw at me.
I...just didn't want to be alone. Even if it meant being at a distance and hated.
Weeks in, the man relented and taught me of the books he carried, the hope in the pages and its message for mankind and the mankind within me. He told me the truth of the world, and each syllable made me hate the man who had lied to me, stole me from my home and abandoned me in the woods countless times.
The old man also taught me about forgiveness...and gratitude. Without the evil and sacrifice of one man, I would have been dead before my eyes even opened. Regardless of the decade that followed and my life before, the few weeks I spent with the old man made me feel a part of something, as though I belonged.
Shouting matches with beasts, my first kill to protect the man...I understood prayer and it saved me from what I had almost become. I never wanted to be lost to the madness that left me in fits of manic hysteria like some rabid animal. I learned that believing in something had more power than what the true 'nothing' could actually provide. So after my trials and seeing the man disappear into the waterfall of sanctuary from afar, the old questions stung for only the moment it took for me to swallow and steal my resolve and begin building a shelter.
Do I believe in God?
No.
Humans are their own gods. Monsters only have demons.
And I made my choice of which one I wanted to be.
The Fiend blood that runs through Luciel gave him an innate skill in dark magic, though through conviction and faith, the darkness was bent across its own spectrum of physical manipulation, giving birth to light magic. This light magic has few but powerful spells focused on mending and protecting.
While Luciel wields these 'miracles', he is well aware of their origins. Demons bent the material plane to exact fear and devastation upon mankind in ways he seeks to undo through the base spell's understanding.
Luciel's most powerful and frequently casted spell. The translation roughly comes out as 'Loom'.
The intent is to stitch organic matter back together by binding wounds with seemingly golden threads and imbuing flesh with radiant energy which forces the body to quickly heal wounds at speeds that can be visibly observed. Though the whole casting may take anywhere from a few seconds to a minute depending on the severity of the wound, this spell has the capability to mend bone and knit muscle together to the extent of potentially reattaching severed limbs.
- This spell will not restore blood loss.
- Only good for one wound at a time and requires both hands and concentration.
- Can be used to mitigate damage from poison by forcing the victim's body to heal through the poison's effect until it is worked out of the body, naturally. This process can take a long time and is anything but pleasant.
- Therapy from the spell can ease back pain and arthritis brought about by aging, but cannot cure cancer or other diseases that have reemerged and now limit the human life span.
A more diverse form of 'Repth' that is less focused, though the general nature grants surprising benefits. Translated as 'Inspire'.
The expelled energy finds its way into nearby targets in a burst to swiftly boost metabolism with the buffer of magic, granting a significant hike to stamina, endurance and strength. While a side effect enhances the body's natural healing process, this is hardly enough to matter in the heat of combat.
- Good for moral as it temporarily sates fatigue.
- Requires both hands to channel and for targets to remain within 30ft for full effect.
- Doesn't so much bolster strength as it does allow fighters to put everything into every swing with little recovery.
A self-defense spell which vaguely translates to 'Burden'.
While will and spirit can carry a heart as far as legs wish, the spell is the closest to the darkness that Luciel dares to venture. The spell causes natural acids to build up in muscles at an alarming rate by hindering muscle's metabolism rates. The effect quickly tires victims and subjects them to cramps from continued strenuous activity such as running or fighting. The spell cannot be made fatal, and its result heavily depends on the actions of the afflicted.
- Can be cast with one hand, allowing two targets at once.
- Accumulation of amino acids in muscles cause targets to tire 5-10 times as fast. This does not target the heart or lungs but simply persists through concentration until canceled or the target collapses from their muscles simply failing to hold them up any longer.
- Luciel takes no pleasure in the use of the spell, and it is used mainly in self defense to dissuade pursuers or attackers.
- Highly ineffective against ranged attackers who simply need to pull and release a bowstring.
- Highly effective against attackers who need to get close with heavy armor and weapons.
- Spell cannot be focused with both hands to increase the effect. The spell magically limits a bodily function, not reverse it.
- Cancelling the spell in any way restores targets to the strength they had if normal exertion was factored in...though cramps can still hurt.
- Hearty targets can resist the effect for longer.
- Will probably just piss off greater demons.
Misc
- Usually ignored by some demons such as Fiends which he has a...strange...understanding with, even though they're regarded as one of the more vicious and merciless of beasts.
-Unarmed save for a blunt dagger he uses to harvest wild produce as well as an 'ancient' silver crucifix passed down in his family...and tough antlers, horns, an array of sharp teeth and claws (assuming he lets them grow).
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AGE
37
BREED
Human
PERSONALITY
-dark -manipulative
-idealistic -obsessive
-righteous -relentless
BIOGRAPHY
He grew up on the northern monastery of the Golden Claws. It is a post apocalyptic human settlement which guards the human occupied lands of the south from northern demonic invasions. For years, since the demons stopped their invasion, there was quiet. All they had to take care of was the occasional demon which tried to pass the border or attempted to pass as a civilian. So you can't really blame them for being unprepared and overwhelmed when a sudden demon attack obliterated the whole monastery. Everyone was killed. Young and old, master and student, no one was spared from the slaughter. They could easily defend against battalions of demon foot soldiers but the thing that attacked them, that monstrosity was never seen before and the fact that it sprung up from the ground, like it was buried there for centuries and had just awoken didn't make the defending any easier.
Numenor was the only one to survive. Now his mission is to travel south, informing any and every settlement along the way of what is to come. They have to know, they have to prepare for the hell fire that is to come...
MISC. |
53,493 | 1,457 | 86 | 1,383 | 153 | Aya studied the silver cross Luciel had been toying with in his clawed hands, she thought that she had seen this symbol before but she couldn't place where she had nor what it meant. The half-demon sighed at the realization that living among the humans was never going to work as she thought about Luciel's question. She couldn't lay blame solely on the them, she knew that humanity struggled against demon attacks so it was only natural that they'd be skeptically about a half-demon showing up trying to befriend them. However, she or Luciel didn't ask to be this way so why did they have to pay for being born.
The half-demon didn't know how she felt about having to come to the villages recuse to finally be accepted, she didn't know if she would come to aid the village or even if they would want her help. Now that she was thinking about it, she had noticed damage to the outside near Sanctuary suggesting demon attacks, though she kept this observation to herself
"Well, I suppose I am to human to live like a demon and to demon to live with humans," she says with frown. "I guess there is no place for beings like us..."
As the two walk side by side now getting with in view of the only gate leading in or out of the village, Aya stretches her clawed fingers near the other half-demon's claws, "or maybe there is." Aya says with a soft smile. | Name - Ayailla (Aya for short)
Age - around early to mid 20's
Breed - half-breed
Personality - She keeps to herself since she has no experience outside of her family, she could be cold at time, if only for her lack of social skills. Aya would love friends and maybe loyal to them, however, she could only speculate.
Bio- Ayailla was raised by her human mother, Alana, who self exiled herself from her clan when Aya was born. This action saved her daughters life, who would have been killed if she had stayed any longer. Together with Ayailla's father the small family roamed the ruins of civilization and survived. Even if the mother and father never have love for each other they made it work for the daughter.
Around the time Aya was 10 her father, Percy, had went hunting and never returned. Aya and her mother could only come to the conclusion that he had either ran into a full blown demon or a clan of humans that had the numbers to take him down. Aya's mother was sadden but did not let this hinder her from doing her job, surviving and providing some sort of future for her daughter. However, Aya took it pretty hard for a while but do to her her surrounding she wasn't able to hold on to her grief for too long.
As Ayailla grew so did her demon features, her tail and horns grew and red scales began to appeared throughout her body. She began to show the same abilities as her father, creating fire and being able to shape and manipulate it. She was becoming stronger as her demon blood began to take over, however, she never let herself believe she was a bad person just because her demon heritage. She instead used her never ending energy to help her mother and took on the responsibilities that her father had left behind.
When Aya grew into adult-hood, she had to say good bye to her mother as she was suddenly taken by sickness. She took only the things she needed and lft her former home behind, the only thing she had of her mothers was a locket she always loved.
Misc - has a locket that when open plays a lullaby, this was a gift from her mother, in side is a lock of her mothers hair tied in a blue bow.
Lullaby |
53,494 | 1,457 | 87 | 1,415 | 573 | Ysran wasn't sure how much time had passed. After healing the demon child, he retreated to commune with the pact holders in th He reported his findings of how the humans in Sanctuary behaved, their culture, and most importantly, a demon living amongst them. The Holders expected most of what he had to say, but the hidden demon was a surprise to them. They expressed their gratitude, and said that they would investigate further into Sanctuary.
Ysran opened his eyes. He was in a clearing, somewhere. He stood up from his kneeling position and looked around. Several candles were set up around him, while a large Occult symbol sat underneath him in the grass. Within a second of looking, the symbol dissolved into nothingness, and the candles went out.
Picking up his candles, he tried to get his bearings. Luckily, a tree had a crude arrow on it. Taking, likely, his own advice, he followed the arrow, and was soon on the road. The main city was to his left, nestled in its usual spot. He headed up, back to the city. | Name: Ysran Stormreach. He doesn't really know his name, so he just threw a few things together.
Age: Around late 20's
Breed: Human. However, demonic exposure has transformed his ears. Many think he is a half-breed.
Personality: Could be described as "Neutral Evil," He isn't explicitly evil, as in, he won't burn down buildings or terrorize people, but in the pursuit of knowledge and power, no price is to great to pay, even if it means resorting to things others may find "Evil"
Equipment: Ysran carries a pack of ritual materials and demonic texts. He also carries a Machete.
Bio: Ysran, or at least that's what he's gone to calling himself now, was a very smart child. He learned to read from his parents, and how to survive out in the wilderness. Because that's where he lived. He lived with a group of humans who were just trying to survive. Yet in his 15th year his entire tribe was destroyed by the demons.
A normal human would have ran, but Ysran was... Fascinated. He stared on, half terrified, half in wonder, as everyone was slaughtered. Yet when a rather human-like demon appeared to finish him, he asked to learn from them. The demons took a great interest in him. A human who would willingly work with them in the pursuit of knowledge. Surprisingly, they accepted his offer.
Forming a pact with them, he would be granted knowledge and demonic power, in exchange for information on how humans lived. How did they interact with each other? How did they make their weapons? The same way they did? These particular set of demons wanted to know, and were willing to offer power. Ysran accepted, and began to slowly return info to the group. He was then told of a place called "Sanctuary". A large congregation of humans? Perfect. He could learn much. He set out, seeking to know what awaits him.
Ysran was granted a small list of spell-like abilities:
A ball of dark energy capable of delivering quite a bit of force, about enough to go through a door. Against living targets, this can knock people down, and it terms of damage, it would take 2-3 to kill a normal person as the darkness burns like a strong acid. You're basically being hit with a bowling ball made of acid.
Attracts all manner of fish and sometimes other aquatic creatures to a singular point. The range can vary from a few inches to several feet.
A zombie-like minion is summoned to do Ysran's bidding. It can follow simple commands such as "Hold this" or "Go there". If told to, the Shambler will follow another person's commands until told otherwise by Ysran. It prioritizes Ysran's commands first. here's a pic.
A fish (or other aquatic creature) is summoned much like a Shambler. These can be anything from a goldfish, to a Great White Shark. However the general rule is, the bigger the creature, the shorter time it has before it is unsummoned. This can be delayed, but requires great concentration from Ysran.
Creates a layer of Scale-like armor around the skin. It doesn't turn your skin into scales,it just created a layer of them on top of the skin. Greater Fishscales is stronger, but normal Fishscales can be cast on others.
Can heal most wounds, poisons, and some diseases. This spell however costs quite a bit of mana, and spell casting time can take a while.
Fills an opponent's lungs with water, drowning them. However first, Ysran must mentally overcome his opponent. The spell also takes a moment to cast, and only lasts as long as Ysran concentrates.
Ysran sends forth a black smokescreen, and all that see within are shown monstrous, disgusting versions of their worst fears come to life. This usually makes people run away, or cower in fear. |
53,495 | 1,457 | 88 | 986 | 1,735 | Approaching the gates, Luciel kept his head lowered to avoid the eyes of the guards to make it clear that he had no interest in interacting with them. Fear or choice was left in their hands, and it was simply an understood formality for the demon priest.
In all honesty, he hadn't expected his company to reply. Her admittance of the state she saw herself dug a hole into Luci's heart as he imagine she had tried and simply found a reason to abandon her efforts. The hardship and ridicule sustained in that time was all in vain, though...how would one's time spend in hostility lighten the hostility?
Humanity was afraid of their own death and the death they had sustained. Now was no time to take risks, especially when they had everything to lose. Regardless, Luci saw the bridge he had endeavored to make, and letting it crumble in a moment of weakness was far from his intentions.
Thoughts spun through his head from the turmoil that the idea of having company left. He had been fine with being alone and letting his trial be his own stand against humanity...but...
A gentle click of claws met each-other as Aya's met the armored plates of Luciel's porcelain-esque doll-like flesh. Softly, the priest lowered his hand from his side to accept Aya's. The feeling was foreign and strange in ways he could not explain, even as she spoke with implication.
He was simply responsible for another being.
It was...different.
Unlike his hollow care for humanity and the point he wanted to drive home into their hearts and bellies, something from the city came to him. Something that he did not deserve, and most certainly did not deserve him and the light tremble in his hand as their fingers laced.
His home was small and had taken time to make. He was loathe to make her sleep in the cold and could only accommodate her with his own accommodations. There was more food than even two empty stomachs could hold, and he knew how to fight off predators and demons alike. As many reasons that he could think of to turn her away and seek a 'better' life among humanity, Luci had twice as many good reasons to shelter her...save for one.
Numbly, Luciel walked with a reassuring grip on Aya's hand. He could not abandon her even if his life depended on it as they were so suddenly the same. "I..uhh..." he stammered, having acted instinctually with his hands falling from the silver. His eyes didn't even glance in her direction, though understood what was happening. "I haf room if a guest vould suffer eit" he chuckled in offering, the hold on her hand tightening in reassurance.
Regardless of his feelings, as one of his own...the only of his own that he knew, he silently promised to protect her. Whatever it meant at the time, she was worth more than the whole of humanity.
The first anyone to give him a chance with everything they would anything.
How dare he not reply in kind? | Name - Luciel K. Lumiere
Age - Appears early 20s (Likely late 20s)
Breed - Halfbreed (Fiend bloodline)
Luciel stands at 5'10 with thick shoulder-length blonde hair and hazel eyes. Clean and smooth complexion save for freckles. Luciel sports four horns as well as the start of branching antlers, these are kept loosely bound with long strips of cloth which hold an array of symbols and Latin phrases painted in blood. The phrases depict a wide variety of prayers, though the symbols meld together like their own shapeless language which many suspect is demonic script.
Wide pupils constrict vertically into cat-like slits rather than simply narrowing, and reverse in reaction to darkness. Ironically, Luciel is far from a fan of bright light for this reason as it steals color from his vision in return for exceptional sight in low light settings.
Luciel speaks with as little mouth movement, accentuated upper and lower K9 fangs only hinting to the vicious maw behind them. With elastic properties to his facial skin around his double-jointed jaw, the rows of teeth continue another inch back. A bite from Luciel would be equally as horrifying as painful.
Lastly, slender fingers are armored especially around the tips with pale claws. The real oddity is how clean and filed they're kept, leaving them smooth and blunt to the touch...though they have a nasty habit of rapid growth back to razor sharpness if not tended to as religiously as Luciel keeps them.
In a slightly androgynous way, Luciel could be considered beautiful if the eye is willing to look past their monstrous features.
Luciel prefers an attire that resembles cloth, though is silken smooth. Form fitting though humble in its color resembling dried blood with his hues of faded crimson and charcoal black. The shawl worn over the suit holds an addition resembling a collar of burnt silver with a similar fastener linked to a ring around his shoulders.
The suit, itself has no pockets and the lower section integrates built in boots with flat 2-inch boot heels. It's unclear how this attire is put on or taken off, though the silver collar appears to be independent of the ensemble.
The quiet type, Luciel keeps to himself as he is wholly aware of what he is mostly out of fear of humans. This could be considered a predisposition, though his understanding nature reflects the notion to instead paint the situation as an unwillingness to unnerve humans with his appearance...and behavior.
Somewhere in the wasteland, Luciel found what some know as 'God', and his faith pulled him back from the sadistically feral blood that burns in his veins. Indefatigable purpose, empathy and a goal to aid the ailing currently staves off the monster that screams to maul humans and devour their flesh at every given second of every day. Because of this, his worship is obscenely odd and involves acts akin to the live sacrifice of animals, prayer/meditation, dancing in the moonlight (rarely naked) and 'sealing' (entering a trance to scribe the script into strips of cloth which adorn his horns and antlers).
Getting past his quirks, Luciel is a fan of company, though is a man of few words or facial emotions but is eager to serve human guests. His sense of humor can be seen as inappropriate or dark at times, but he means well and simply hasn't had much interaction with humans.
However, his greatest flaw is a vow of pacifism which some would see as his most honorable quality; an unconditional refusal to take life. Though he is far more than capable of defending himself and others with his qualities that separate him from humanity, the idea of drawing blood and being lost to bloodlust is a risk he refuses to take.
The events leading up to Luciel's birth are detailed in ways that have no business being recalled in text. A young woman bore the child of a horrific demon, a process that killed her in the process, leaving her older brother in possession of an abomination that spat in the face of God and Man. However, the small monster was still the last shred of family he had left. Whether it was this realization or simply beholding the unholy bridge between mankind and demons, he was driven into what the rest of his tribe described as madness. While he was ordered by the elders to dash the monster upon rocks and be done with the nightmare, he resisted and foolishly fled with everything his arms could carry, his or not.
My father was a good man. He taught me about the world and how we were the children of the earth and were born to live in fear. How to hunt in spite of my protest, how to harvest crops from the unbroken world...how to hide. I was great at hiding. We would play games where I would hide in the forest for days and father couldn't find me! It was in the woods where I truly learned how to play hide-and-seek with the beasts. Many ran from me, but the biggest one!
The biggest one had horns higher than I could reach! It had three eyes and fangs as big as my arms with HUGE claws! It was so cool! It roared so loud it shook the trees and my own shriek barely made the grass quiver, though that was probably the wind. I wanted it to make the sound again, to stay and tell me what else it knew...but it just...left.
It was years later that I realized how they all leave...
My father was my uncle, some madman who abandoned me in the woods time and time again to be eaten by the beasts who instigated my life. I learned this from an old man wandering the wastes when he found me over my uncle's corpse. Knife still in his hand and slashes across his arms and throat. The old man seemed to know him. More surprisingly, he knew me, told me how I was the child of the devil who killed dozens of those he loved. After an old word used to name the monster, the old man named me 'Luciel' before handing me a silver crucifix, saying that it would protect me.
Truly, he did not care what became of me, or even himself from the look in his eyes. He simply lost too much to have a handle on his old life. I followed him for a distance with everything my arms could carry and whatever I could fit in uncle's backpack in spite of his shouts to leave him be or what books he threw at me.
I...just didn't want to be alone. Even if it meant being at a distance and hated.
Weeks in, the man relented and taught me of the books he carried, the hope in the pages and its message for mankind and the mankind within me. He told me the truth of the world, and each syllable made me hate the man who had lied to me, stole me from my home and abandoned me in the woods countless times.
The old man also taught me about forgiveness...and gratitude. Without the evil and sacrifice of one man, I would have been dead before my eyes even opened. Regardless of the decade that followed and my life before, the few weeks I spent with the old man made me feel a part of something, as though I belonged.
Shouting matches with beasts, my first kill to protect the man...I understood prayer and it saved me from what I had almost become. I never wanted to be lost to the madness that left me in fits of manic hysteria like some rabid animal. I learned that believing in something had more power than what the true 'nothing' could actually provide. So after my trials and seeing the man disappear into the waterfall of sanctuary from afar, the old questions stung for only the moment it took for me to swallow and steal my resolve and begin building a shelter.
Do I believe in God?
No.
Humans are their own gods. Monsters only have demons.
And I made my choice of which one I wanted to be.
The Fiend blood that runs through Luciel gave him an innate skill in dark magic, though through conviction and faith, the darkness was bent across its own spectrum of physical manipulation, giving birth to light magic. This light magic has few but powerful spells focused on mending and protecting.
While Luciel wields these 'miracles', he is well aware of their origins. Demons bent the material plane to exact fear and devastation upon mankind in ways he seeks to undo through the base spell's understanding.
Luciel's most powerful and frequently casted spell. The translation roughly comes out as 'Loom'.
The intent is to stitch organic matter back together by binding wounds with seemingly golden threads and imbuing flesh with radiant energy which forces the body to quickly heal wounds at speeds that can be visibly observed. Though the whole casting may take anywhere from a few seconds to a minute depending on the severity of the wound, this spell has the capability to mend bone and knit muscle together to the extent of potentially reattaching severed limbs.
- This spell will not restore blood loss.
- Only good for one wound at a time and requires both hands and concentration.
- Can be used to mitigate damage from poison by forcing the victim's body to heal through the poison's effect until it is worked out of the body, naturally. This process can take a long time and is anything but pleasant.
- Therapy from the spell can ease back pain and arthritis brought about by aging, but cannot cure cancer or other diseases that have reemerged and now limit the human life span.
A more diverse form of 'Repth' that is less focused, though the general nature grants surprising benefits. Translated as 'Inspire'.
The expelled energy finds its way into nearby targets in a burst to swiftly boost metabolism with the buffer of magic, granting a significant hike to stamina, endurance and strength. While a side effect enhances the body's natural healing process, this is hardly enough to matter in the heat of combat.
- Good for moral as it temporarily sates fatigue.
- Requires both hands to channel and for targets to remain within 30ft for full effect.
- Doesn't so much bolster strength as it does allow fighters to put everything into every swing with little recovery.
A self-defense spell which vaguely translates to 'Burden'.
While will and spirit can carry a heart as far as legs wish, the spell is the closest to the darkness that Luciel dares to venture. The spell causes natural acids to build up in muscles at an alarming rate by hindering muscle's metabolism rates. The effect quickly tires victims and subjects them to cramps from continued strenuous activity such as running or fighting. The spell cannot be made fatal, and its result heavily depends on the actions of the afflicted.
- Can be cast with one hand, allowing two targets at once.
- Accumulation of amino acids in muscles cause targets to tire 5-10 times as fast. This does not target the heart or lungs but simply persists through concentration until canceled or the target collapses from their muscles simply failing to hold them up any longer.
- Luciel takes no pleasure in the use of the spell, and it is used mainly in self defense to dissuade pursuers or attackers.
- Highly ineffective against ranged attackers who simply need to pull and release a bowstring.
- Highly effective against attackers who need to get close with heavy armor and weapons.
- Spell cannot be focused with both hands to increase the effect. The spell magically stops a bodily function, not reverse it.
- Hearty targets can resist the effect for longer.
- Will probably just piss off greater demons.
Misc
- Usually ignored by some demons such as Fiends which he has a...strange...understanding with, even though they're regarded as one of the more vicious and merciless of beasts.
-Unarmed save for a blunt dagger he uses to harvest wild produce as well as an 'ancient' silver crucifix passed down in his family...and tough antlers, horns, an array of sharp teeth and claws (assuming he lets them grow). |
53,496 | 1,457 | 89 | 2,663 | 35 | He smiled at Brielle feeling a sort off odd old feeling welling up inside of him. Oh how he wished youth didn't go by so fast in these times, the children of the world all have to grow up so quickly now. He wondered what life would have been like before the demons attacked. He walked in now, headed straight for his desk and stood in place looking over what he'd left from the day before. He was a tad early, but students soon poured into the room, some stopping to greet him this early morning. This was always his favorite part of the day, seeing the kids smile as they entered, excited to learn more about the world.
He looked down at his desk and found his hands moving to the drawer on one side, from which he pulled out a strange dusty notebook. After a few minutes of waiting the classroom had soon filled up with the youthful blood of the community.
"Good morning class, I have a bit of exciting news for you today. Now I know you all expected us to be going over flora and fauna all day and some of you weren't so fond of that. But we've had a slight change in today's lesson. We'll still cover the basics of this, but we aren't going too deep. Because today I've brought in a guest for you all. She's actually a close friend of mine, her name is Brielle and she and I will be demonstrating some sparing for you today. You'll also be able to spar with your peers. Now then, Brielle...would you please come up here and introduce yourself this morning?"
He smiled sweetly in her direction giving her a welcoming gesture to walk to the front of the class. The entire student body applauded and smiled waiting for her to walk. | Name
Eden Brown
Age
21
Species
Human
Gender
Male
Description
Eden has a long and lean frame and stands at a height of 6'1 when standing up straight, but he has a very heavy tendency to slouch which makes him appear an inch or so shorter. He has dark brown dreadlocks that he wears in two styles, down or in a nice ponytail. He has brown eyes, a pale complexion and is generally considered very average in appearance.
Personality
Eden is a humble soul who enjoys bringing smiles to all. He is very loyal to those he has formed relationships with and will go the extra mile to ensure that they are well cared for. He is fairly educated and is somewhat of a genius when it comes to attempting to decipher what old world artifacts wouldve previously been, as long as it isnt too complicated.
Bio
Eden never really got the chance to know his parents like many other children did. What is known of them and their time in sanctuary is very little. As far as he knows his mother and father were travelers who wandered the world not knowing who to trust or where they could stay for long. Unlike many orphans who lost their parents to demons, Eden's parents abandoned him during early infancy at entrance to Sanctuary. And from there he was raised among the people of Sanctuary as if they were his own family. For a long while, many speculated that Eden's mother and father had been demons in disguise sent pretend to be a couple in need looking for a place to stay for the night, and had left Eden as some sort of trap. However, as Eden grew over time and showed no signs of being a demon this theory soon disappeared.
When Eden came of age to finally put his effort into the community he wanted to return what the residents had done for him. So he decided to take up the work as a teenager to watch over the younger children and teach them, and after a few years when he became an adult, he was selected to be one of the few trainers for the children. Now he lives his days out helping those in need, he is always willing to take on jobs that aren't his own if it means to return a favor.
Secrets
-Wears the only trinket his mother and father left him with, a necklace with a strange crystal on it.
-He enjoys poking around for things related to the past, more specifically anything music related.
-Spends most of his time at night singing alone somewhere where not many can hear him. |
53,497 | 1,458 | 0 | 2,430 | 441 | Sitting out in the open in the middle of a wooded clearing with nothing but the night sky to stair for entertainment Flint did his best to pass the time. Only like usual Flints luck was almost comicly bad, a heavy downpour of rain smacking him in the face any time he dared look up at the twinkling dancing gems above. He had to admit, every ounce of him wanted to scurry off into a nearby cave he'd spotted on the trek here, after all there was nothing more comforting to the old dwarf than a large stone ceiling overhead.
He'd set up camp in the small clearing in the middle of nowhere deep off of the shores of the coastland about four days out of Amaranthine. Honestly he hated the place, the rolling black clouds in the sky seemingly never broke casting a strange eerie depressing mood throughout the vast wilderness he sat in. And the damned rain came and went at a moments notice, a fact that was almost completely unbearable due to the already chilly climate.
Despite how much the cave was begging for him to enter Flint sat there shivering with stereotypical Dwarven stubbornness. His orders from Spy Master Lelliana had been clear and he would not deviate from them, whether that was due to respect or a very healthy fear of the Spy Master was hard to tell. Nonetheless he had been dispatched to meet up with a small group of fellow members of the Inquisition, something he'd been doing more and more in the recent months and he wholeheartedly planned on following her orders to a T.
With the mage rebellion in full swing there had been more and more reports coming in of what had only been described to Flint as 'Dangerous Maleficur Activity'. Yet despite his gruff looking exterior Flint was no idiot, he was well aware that when it came mages they were simply people, and just like people there were good ones, bad ones, and then the kind that just needed to be wiped off the face of Thedas. The later of the three is what Flint had been tasked with combating on almost a daily basis, a feat he had become better and better at over the last few months-And with the Templars doing their seemingly best to kill everyone and everything except those who actually warranted their attention Flints talents had become more and more in demand as of late.
Like most Dwarfs Flint's battle scarred features were hidden behind a thick brownish beard that was kept tied in overly elaborate brades, his grumpy pudgy pit bullish face a seemingly constant mask of weariness-as if he was a man that had seen far to much of the dark side of life in Thedas. Of all his features the one that stood out most of all was the large black S shaped tattoo on his right cheek, his crooked nose that had clearly been broken a few times coming in at a close second however. At his full height he stood at a whopping 4'11”, although his stout muscular frame looked much more intimidating while wearing his thick iron plate mail. The weather however had made Flint regret his armor choice, between the cold rain and constant winds he felt as if he were encased in a thick block of ice.
Suddenly the rain stopped for what seemed like the twelfth time that day, a fact that made Flint look skyward in slight surprise. Quickly shaking his head in a manner that could only be described as 'dog like' drops of water quickly filled the air for a brief moment as his beard comically swung back and forth. Shifting his weight in an attempt to make himself more comfortable on his makeshift seat (which was really just a half rotten log he'd found), he then wasted no time searching through a medium sized rucksack that lay next to his right leg. He made a point of only traveling with the bare essentials, most journeys he carried little more then his mace, shield, and signature rucksack that was normally kept slung on his back.
His small armored hands apparently found what they were searching for rather quickly; a tiny amber brown bottle clutched triumphantly in his right hand in mere moments. It was a fine bottle of Antivan brandy he'd won off some Orlesian merchant in a rather heated game of wicked grace. He'd been saving it for a special occasion or a particularly wicked battle wound, but sitting here in the cold woods with boredom almost overwhelming him he had decided it was as good a time as any. Using his teeth like a bottle opener he bit onto the thick cork and twisted causing a loud 'pop' to sound in the quite night. Lifting the bottle to his mouth he took two long swigs, the warm liquid slightly stinging the back of his throat as he took it down. Within moments he felt the effect, his tense body slightly loosening up as the fancy liquor worked its magic. He even felt a little warmer.
In all honesty the booze was one of his favorite things about coming to the surface, unlike back home in Orzammar where everyone was literally used to drinking fermented dirt and mushrooms. Hell, just thinking of the dwarven brews back home made him shiver-the old familiar disgusting flavor filling his mouth with a strange phantom taste he could never forget.
Briefly lost in thought about his previous life back home Flint's mind began to wander only to be torn back to reality when he heard movement in the treeline behind him. Quickly grabbing the old worn out handle that was attached to his thick mace he yanked the tarnished piece of steel out of the ground where it had been resting, his beat up round wooden shield also appearing seemingly out of nowhere in his other hand. It was clear by the numerous knicks, scrapes, and dents on his armor and weapons that he was far more familiar with combat than your average man.
Striking a defensive pose his beady dark brown eyes frantically skimmed the treeline in hopes of finding the source of the noise, he hoped it was simply one of his allies he was here to meet...but knowing his luck it was probably a roving band of wild bandits or lyrium crazed nugs. After all, life was never easy for Flint. | Name: Flint Cadash
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Appearance: Like most Dwarfs Flint's battle scarred features are kept hidden behind a thick brownish beard that is almost always kept tied in overly elaborate brades, his grumpy pudgy pit bullish face a seemingly constant mask of weariness-the look of a man that has seen far to much of the dark side of life in Thedas. Of all his features the one that stands out most of all is the large black S shaped tattoo on his right cheek, although his crooked nose (clearly having been broken a few times) comes in at a close second. At his full height he stands at a whopping 4'11”, although his stout muscular frame looks much more intimidating while encased in his thick iron plate mail.
Nationality: N/A (Orzamar outcast)
Race: Dwarf
Organization/Occupation: Inquisition/Mercenary
Equipment: Aside from an enchanted wooden Buckler and his average looking mace Flint carries the bare essentials along with a few personal knicknacks, all of which he usually keeps bound to his back in an old leather rucksack.
Specialization: Carta “Training”
History: Born the lowest of the low in a society where position is everything Flint was quick to learn just how important standing up for himself was, a fact that lead him down a path of constant fights and run ins with the law. In his world though the fact of the matter was his family could either starve or eat off the coin he earned doing things many claimed the paragons frowned upon.
Sod the paragons.
The stone had found it fit to give Flint a hard body and soft soul, a fact that clashed with the day to day dealings of his various “jobs”. Nonetheless for eighteen long years Flint begrudgingly locked his conscience away.
After years of hard work, shady dealings, and a fair amount of blood Flint had made his way up to a position of some actual importance-at least it was an important position to the far to numerous casteless that occupied Dust Town. For almost a year things had begun to look up for Flint, serving just underneath a wicked woman named Jarvia had brought him more wealth then he had ever seen up to that point in his life-he had so much money he was even able to afford a fancy looking ring for his younger sister.
All good things must come to an end as they say though, something Flint truly took to heart after the death of Jarvia-an event that created a power vacum unseen in Dust Town for as long as Flint could remember. One thing led to another and before Flint knew it he was taking his first (and hesitant) steps onto the surface, the ensuing blood bath in Dust Town having earned him and a handful of other teary eyed dwarfs a one way ticket above ground.
Amazingly Flint was shocked to find that he took to surface life far better then he would have ever imagined, his mace and shield quickly finding him work as he was drug off on various adventures throughout his years of traveling. And even more impressive was how almost all of those large bumbling humans didn't pay any heed to his permanently tattooed face-to them he was 'just another dwarf.' |
53,498 | 1,458 | 1 | 2,049 | 6,923 | To Flints (quite pleasant) surprise no group of angry templars or venatori burst through the forest around him; instead his eyes were greeted with the site of something far more deadly-a lone Orlesian woman. The sight of the newcomer made Flint immediately lower his shield and mace while uttering an audible laugh; the wicked piece of bone crushing steel now hanging limply from his right hand as if it were a harmless stick he'd picked up off the ground. The deep bellowing grunt like laughter that escaped his mouth could even be heard over the rain which had seemingly returned yet again despite Flints best wishes.
Quickly Flint fell in step with his much better looking counterpart; his short stubby body a mass of jangling armor as he did his best to keep up with the much taller Erika. In all honesty the sight was a rather comical one.
"So your saying I shouldn't have brought half a back pack full of Gaatlok?" Flint barked back light heartedly towards Erika; apparently finding it funny that he was running around with enough explosives to blow a house sized hole in the mountainside strapped to his back. "They did say they wanted the operations 'shut down' after all."
To those that knew Flint his over the top almost reckless antics were not only common place but surprisingly more often then not got the job done without somehow killing himself in the process: not to mention the piles of bodies and attention often left in his wake. If he took the time to think about if he might have come to the realization that it was because of those very reasons he had been getting "partnered up" with more level headed individuals with more and more frequency as of late: people like Erika had a way of convincing Flint to curb back his usual risky behavior.
Just as Flint finished filling Erika in on the fact that he had enough explosives to blow them both up ten times over they made their way into the opening of the cave Erika had been leading the pair towards-the large expanse of tunnels inside twisting well into the darkness and out of sight.
Pausing for a moment to catch his breathe Flint took a moment to bask in the comfort of the cold stone walls that now surrounded them-his brief moment of serenity however was torn away as the all to familiar sound of laughter could be heard echoing down the tunnel. Only there was no trace of humor behind this foul cackle, instead it was a sick and twisted evil kind of laughter; the sort of bone chilling noise that is so far removed from having anything to do with something funny that any ear can immediately make out the difference.
It was a noise Flint had heard far to often in his short life on Thedas. | "It is who I am"
Name
Vat-Katari
Age
30
Gender
Male
Race
Vashoth
Appearance
Vat-Katari, like the rest of his people, is a massive individual when compared to the other races. Standing at a staggering 7'4" and having a incredibly robust body build many consider Vat-Katari to have quite the intimidating stature. His hair is a wild white mane that hangs down below his shoulders that is paired with a fair amount of facial hair, though no where near the standard Dwarf amount. His eyes are a bright copper color, being borderline red. Vat-Katari is covered from head to toe in a mind boggling amount of scars, looking like has had been attacked with everything from an arrow to Mage lightning. He dawns a various assortment of piercings all over his body, even on his horns.
Nationality
Was born on Seheron
Group Affiliation
Tal-Vashoth
Occupation
Bandit Chief
Specialization
Saarebas
Equipment/Weapons
Vat-Katari's arsenal differs dramatically from what is expected from most Mages who inhabit Thedas. For example he doesn't carry nor use a staff, he finds them ineffective and cumbersome. Instead of robes Vat-Katari wears a small amount of armor paired with a full body painting of Vitaar for protection. He keeps a small pack of essentials on him at all times that consist of food, healing potions, coin, and other such things. He also makes sure to always have some lyrium on him in case he needs a boost.
Bio
Despite being born on the Qunari controlled island of Seheron Vat-Katari was never under the rule of the Qun do to his parents being a pair of Tal-Vashoth warriors, which in retrospect may have given him a better start in life when in comparison to other Qunari mages, though that may only be true to a small margin. Being raised Tal-Vashoth is the basic equivalent of nonstop combat training, Vat-Katari was practically expected to be able to kill a man before he could speak. Luckily for Vat-Katari he took to fighting like a Darkspawn to the Deep Roads, finding quite the thrill in bloodshed. His training only became more intense once his magical capabilities revealed itself, the Tal-Vashoth wouldn't waste the power of a mage especially one as promising as Vat-Katari. He picked up the magic style of the other Tal-Vashoth mages, some former Saarebas while others being born into the Tal-Vashoth like himself, rather quickly and was eventually put into the Tal-Vashoth's battle against the Qunari.
Vat-Katari spent years battling Qunari forces across Seheron, even managing to become one of the Ben-Hassrath's most wanted fugitives. His battling the Qunari may have gone on even longer if Vat-Katari's greed didn't push him to pursue different interests. As much as he enjoyed the thrill of battle Vat-Katari loved wealth even more and he realized that he wouldn't get that by being just some Tal-Vashoth warrior. So he began to raid villages, stealing anything and everything of value. Eventually Vat-Katari wanted more than what the small villages of Seheron could offer so he set off for the mainland.
It took a few years and more than a few broken bones, luckily most of which weren't Vat-Katari's, but Vat-Katari was able to build himself a pretty impressive bandit clan. They namely focused on knocking over large trade caravans with the occasional village raid thrown in. They are currently set up in an abandoned fortress located on the Storm Coast, it is easy to defend and great for hording their loot. |
53,499 | 1,458 | 2 | 456 | 59 | Asha’ren woke to large raindrops splattering on her angular features. Grey eyes opened to see that the waxed canvass she’d purchased during her last trip to the city wasn’t stout enough to fend off the weather that she experienced here on the coast. Cursing to herself under her breath she threw back her bedroll and pulled on her already damp boots before shoving the few things she’d left laying about in her tent into her satchel. She rolled up her bedroll quickly, happy that the drips seemed to have started over her face and not left her blankets soaked before she realized what was going on. It was definitely one of the disadvantages of her body running hotter than other people’s, she was almost always the last to realize when her clothes were soaked.
Thankfully she’d realized that this may be a possibility so she had camped nearby a small cave that looked like it would do for shelter. She quickly threw her few belongings into the cave along with her cloak and vest, leaving her clad in her shirt and leather leggings and boots only. She disassembled her tent carefully, making sure she didn’t rip the canvass. Though it hadn’t proved itself against the weather of the Storm Coast, she certainly didn’t plan on living here forever and it may yet prove of service. Besides, even if she didn’t end up using it again, she was relatively certain she’d be able to sell it to someone, maybe even at a profit if she was lucky.
Once she was in out of the wet she took the time to build a small fire and change into her dry shirt, buttoning the thick leather vest over it for protection. She laid her wet gear out on a rock to dry and lit one of the last dry torches she had to look around the cave. Seeing a tunnel heading out the back of the cavern Asha set a couple traps to deter anything that was planning on coming up behind her. She sat and dried off by her small fire, relishing in the feel of the heat against her skin. Asha dug in her bag and found a small piece of jerky that she chewed slowly and that only served to make her hunger grow. With a frustrated growl Asha grabbed her gear and headed out of the cave, happy to note that the rain had stopped and it was now a gentle mist.
Asha followed wildlife trails for a bit, trying to hunt down some small animal that would feed her for a couple days. Intent on her tracking, Asha didn’t notice the soaked elf until she was right behind him, though he hadn’t noticed her yet. “Who are you?” Asha asked, keeping an arrow nocked and taking a step back to give herself room to fire if necessary. | Name: Asha’ren (Asha or Ash)
Age: 31
Gender: F
Race: Elf-blooded
Nationality: Born in Kirkwall in the Free-Marches
Group Affiliation: none
Occupation: Guide-Though she started out as a petty thief and card-sharp, she’s found that life after the incident at the conclave her skills are much better used to help navigate civilians through the perilous wilderness, for a decent sum of course.
Appearance: Asha has auburn hair and piercing grey eyes that are always taking in the world around her. She’s a master at gathering information, whether it’s by making contacts within a city or tracking dinner through the forest. Though she has the build of her human mother, tall and solid, her facial features and ears reveal her elven father’s heritage.
Equipment/Weapons: Asha carries a well made bow and a couple mismatched daggers. She typically wears leather leggings, knee high boots and some combination of a vest and blouse combo with some bracers over her sleeves to protect the fabric from the bowstring. A brown wool cloak trimmed with fur from animals she’s hunted since leaving the city tops off her ensemble. She carries a small satchel that she wears slung across her body and that contains all she owns in the world, a doll her mother made her, a few necessary survival tools, bits of food and a map of the area she’d managed to lift off a merchant.
Bio:
Asha’ren was born to a Low-Town merchant and her elven husband who hailed from Kirkwall’s alienage. As she grew up she helped in her mother’s shop until her mother got sick and perished. Her father wasted away, mourning for his lost love. Several years after her mother died, her father followed, leaving her in charge of the small shop. Though she tried her best to maintain the business, other merchants pushed her out and she eventually had to close shop. After her business failed Asha tried to stay with her father’s family in the alienage but they turned her away, telling her that having someone of her blood around would put the rest of them in danger. As a parting gift, Asha’s grandmother gave her a gorgeous bow and a quiver of arrows to protect herself.
Heartbroken and homeless, Asha spent some time in the Hanged Man winning enough at cards to buy some food and a dry place to sleep for a week or so before being kicked out. She stole a couple daggers and some gold on her way out, fleeing to the docks and stowed away onto a cargo ship. As her luck would have it, she was discovered as the ship was just hitting the Storm Coast. She was unceremoniously dumped overboard and by some miracle managed to keep her things with her. She swam to shore and has been lurking around the Storm Coast ever since, hunting for food and scavenging goods that washed up. Occasionally she’ll act as guide to travelers who weren’t prepared for the perils of the coast. She has created a little camp and makes a tidy enough living to keep herself in warm clothes and good ale. She’ll occasionally foray into the city to sell the things she’s found but has become accustomed to the solitude she finds out on the coast. |
53,500 | 1,458 | 3 | 884 | 393 | Alarand The Reaver
Orders were orders, but a good part of Alarand felt that this particular mission had been given to him as a personal test… a test to see at which precise point on the journey he would start madly attacking every tree along the path. If it wasn’t for the chill of the water invading his clothing, utterly soaking his loose clothing. He had removed his gauntlets in an effort to protect them from the water, but he had less than optimistic hopes that the contents of his pack were still dry, after a few hours in the rain. If there was one thing to be happy about, it was that he no longer felt cold, just numb. To make things worse, the darkening sky only seemed to grow darker. Given a few hours, and even his elven eyes would have a hard time picking out a path in the dark.
In a way, he could consider it fortunate that he hadn’t been given a travel partner- it made it easier to control the ever biting anger. He could feel it, pushing at the borders of his mind, almost a separate being. The rage could be seductive at times, but he knew better than to let it out. Three methods. Fivra had made him promise to practice at least three different strategies when he was irritated in the field. Listing would be a good start. Cold. Cold took the edge of the anger away, and replaced it with being miserable. Wet too. In the end, they were good. Blood is warmer. He winced at the thought, forcing it away. Fire is warmer. Alarand opened his mouth and forced a deep breath, and then a second. In a way, this could be considered nice. The water was clean, and forests were always more beautiful after a storm. Just a week ago, he had been suffering from thirst. In a way, he really had nothing to complain about.
It was a show of willpower for the elf to straighten his posture, push his breathing down, and pace forward into the rain, trying to force positive thoughts through his mind. Alarand was close to the clearing, at least, I think so. He had been lost for close to two hours. In a fit of rage, he had abandoned the specific trail in favor of a less muddy path. It was against his better judgement, but in this rain, most of what he did was. I thought I had gotten myself under control… and now this. The sooner he got to the cave, the better. At the very least there would be bodies fire to warm himself up. He was tired, that’s all.
“Who are you?” The inquiry startled him, and the elf barely stopped himself from jerking around. It would have been ironic if that particular ‘survival instinct’ had cost him his life. Alarand hesitated, and then stepped a little further from the voice, raising his hands slightly above waist level, palms out. “Alarand, the cold and miserable.” He slowly turned to face her, finding a rather tall female elf. She was a few inches taller than he was, with cascading red hair. He had been ambushed by much uglier people. “I suppose you usually ask for a name before shooting someone?” The idle banter was more for himself, than for her. I wonder if I’ve ever been shot… or if the archer survived. He was shivering, and probably wouldn’t have much luck trying to dodge a point blank arrow after spending a couple of hours in freezing rain. I should strike first. ask directions. “I am just a tad lost, sorry if I am invading your…” His eyes flicked sideways, glancing at their surroundings “… trees…” | Name: Alarand
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Race: Elf
Nationality: Orlesian
Group Affiliation: Inquisition
Occupation: Mercenary
Specialization: Reaver
Appearance:
Equipment/Weapons:
Silk Robes (as pictured)
Scaled Articulated Gauntlets
Steel Capped Leather Boots
A kreigmesser is a single edged sword that may be wielded with two hands or one as the user prefers, possessing both crossguard and nail.
Alarand also tends to keep one or two daggers on his person, in the case that he loses his blade in the midst of combat.
Blanket, Flint & Steel, Small bundle of cord, small pot filled with regular travel rations
Bio:
Alarand was born as the lowest of low in the Alienage of Val Royeaux in 9:14 Dragon, late winter. From there, his life began- as hellish as it might be. If the citizens of Orlesias had few rights under nobility, elves had none. Much of his life was spent just attempting to live. His mother never spoke of his father, Alarand never asked. He wasn’t the only child running around the city that didn’t know their parentage, and the topic only seemed to bring about bad memories for his mother when it did come about. His life had been a relatively simple one up until then. The routine every day was dull; move around the city at first light, and try to secure a bit of food from the scarce number of bakers and butchers that had pity enough for the elves to throw out their week-old bread and scraps. Dodge city guards, nobles, and avoid any citizenry in a particularly nasty mood.
He spent his childhood in that manner, turning to minor thievery in his teen years- nothing big, just the stray bit of food or coin. Anything more would have been obvious anyway. As he grew older, his interests turned towards manual labor, which was always in short supply. He worked for years, until in 9:37 Dragon Alarand disappeared from the streets. It was little remarked upon, as such things happened to elves often enough.
The young elf was turned to a tool for The Grand Game, captured for a group of radical supporters of Gaspard de Chalons. The undercurrents of the game had long been building towards war, and they wanted to be sure that their interests were secured. In this case, that the elves remained lower class, to protect the underground trades. It was a gap of just a few months before he was forced through the Reaver ritual, with the intention of turning the elf into a weapon of terror for the war. The memories of it were traumatic to the extreme, and Alarand could never recall the full process- other than the feeling of drowning as blood was poured down his unwilling throat, the young elf strapped to a table and unable to do more than stare in terror as he was forced to swallow it. Within him, something awoke and grew, at first uncontrollable with rage and bloodlust. The lucid memories of the time were always in a dark room, a heavy door sealing one side, and a pile of straw in the corner, always with the stench of blood and decay overlaying the memory, the scant others of being strapped down, eyes covered and ears muffled- only the sound of wagon wheels audible. Though he wasn’t aware, Alarand became a valued tool and one of the symbols for anti-elf propaganda.
When Alarand next was aware, he lay among piles of corpses in what he now knows as Halamshiral. Disoriented, lost, and still highly volatile, he was lucky to be picked up on the Imperial Highway by members of the forming Inquisition. Recognizing his symptoms, Alarand was able to receive help regaining himself, in exchange for joining the inquisition. Ever since, he has loyally worked for the Inquisition of his own free will, loyal- and still on a personal search to regain who he once was… or better. |
53,501 | 1,458 | 4 | 456 | 59 | “I am just a tad lost, sorry if I am invading your…trees…”
Asha studied the miserable figure before her and took a step back, lowering her bow slightly. “Hello Alarand, the Cold and Miserable. I am Asha’ren the Soaked and Starving, sovereign of nothing. Only a fool would claim ownership of land as miserable as the Storm Coast just as only fools would try to invade it.” Asha teased with a smile. Then turned suddenly and loosed her bow, smiling grimly when she heard it connect.
“Would you care to join me for breakfast?” Asha smiled, walking over and picking up the rabbit she’d just shot, holding it up for him to see. “I have a fire in a cave not far from here that will give you a chance to dry out a touch. And explain where you're going, I may be able to help you on your way. Though I don't claim ownership of the Coast, I do know it quite well and have some experience as a guide." Asha grinned, her grey eyes sparkling in mirth. "You may be cold and miserable Alarand, but you're also lucky I came upon you." | Name: Asha’ren (Asha or Ash)
Age: 31
Gender: F
Race: Elf-blooded
Nationality: Born in Kirkwall in the Free-Marches
Group Affiliation: none
Occupation: Guide-Though she started out as a petty thief and card-sharp, she’s found that life after the incident at the conclave her skills are much better used to help navigate civilians through the perilous wilderness, for a decent sum of course.
Appearance: Asha has auburn hair and piercing grey eyes that are always taking in the world around her. She’s a master at gathering information, whether it’s by making contacts within a city or tracking dinner through the forest. Though she has the build of her human mother, tall and solid, her facial features and ears reveal her elven father’s heritage.
Equipment/Weapons: Asha carries a well made bow and a couple mismatched daggers. She typically wears leather leggings, knee high boots and some combination of a vest and blouse combo with some bracers over her sleeves to protect the fabric from the bowstring. A brown wool cloak trimmed with fur from animals she’s hunted since leaving the city tops off her ensemble. She carries a small satchel that she wears slung across her body and that contains all she owns in the world, a doll her mother made her, a few necessary survival tools, bits of food and a map of the area she’d managed to lift off a merchant.
Bio:
Asha’ren was born to a Low-Town merchant and her elven husband who hailed from Kirkwall’s alienage. As she grew up she helped in her mother’s shop until her mother got sick and perished. Her father wasted away, mourning for his lost love. Several years after her mother died, her father followed, leaving her in charge of the small shop. Though she tried her best to maintain the business, other merchants pushed her out and she eventually had to close shop. After her business failed Asha tried to stay with her father’s family in the alienage but they turned her away, telling her that having someone of her blood around would put the rest of them in danger. As a parting gift, Asha’s grandmother gave her a gorgeous bow and a quiver of arrows to protect herself.
Heartbroken and homeless, Asha spent some time in the Hanged Man winning enough at cards to buy some food and a dry place to sleep for a week or so before being kicked out. She stole a couple daggers and some gold on her way out, fleeing to the docks and stowed away onto a cargo ship. As her luck would have it, she was discovered as the ship was just hitting the Storm Coast. She was unceremoniously dumped overboard and by some miracle managed to keep her things with her. She swam to shore and has been lurking around the Storm Coast ever since, hunting for food and scavenging goods that washed up. Occasionally she’ll act as guide to travelers who weren’t prepared for the perils of the coast. She has created a little camp and makes a tidy enough living to keep herself in warm clothes and good ale. She’ll occasionally foray into the city to sell the things she’s found but has become accustomed to the solitude she finds out on the coast. |
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