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The Magnum Opus
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"There is Light in me, flickering like candles in the wind, they tried to extinguish it...and yet I haven't lost sight of it...I mustn't lose sight of it."
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"There is Darkness in me, they brought it to light. Now it rolls over like a riptide, and threatens to drown everything in its wake...and it will start with them."
------Basics------
Full name: Shaku Snowdrift
Alias: N/A
Age: 23.
Race: Human.
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bi.
Height: 5'3"
Eyes: Green.
Hair: White.
Health complications: Depression.
----------Family-----------
Father (Usan Snowdrift): Unknown, was presumed dead after an attack on his monastery, but rumor is that the grandmaster has returned.
Mother (Ash Snowdrift): Dead, died in the attack on the monastery.
--------Character information--------
Likes: painting, animals, song, traveling, the dark side taking control.
Dislikes: needless war, arrogance, being underestimated, tight spaces, the dark side taking control.
Strengths: Level-headed (Light side), creative, powerful.
Weaknesses: Unmotivated, unstable (Dark side), passive.
Appearance: Whereas most soldiers of the Noxhari army are often large and bulky, Shaku is quite the small man. He doesn't appear very tough on the outside, and often has unkept messy hair, he almost never bothers to brush it himself. He also never wears armor, he prefers to remain agile, and trusts his magic for self-defense.
Personality: Despite his blossoming potential, Shaku carries a defeated personality to him. He's never really enthusiastic about anything aside from artwork, and doesn't put much care into anything but. He keeps an even temper often, and isn't really quick to anger or aggressive retorts, but if he's feeling dark, he may be a little more irritable and ready to start a fight. He cares deeply about his friends, although he would never say that to them until they prod him for his feelings.
--------Weapons and abilities-------
Weapon of Choice: Paintbrush wand.
He often carries a small, seemingly harmless paintbrush with him, but little do opponents know, it functions more as a wand that helps direct his lethal magic.
Ink magic: Shaku's power rests in visions he crafts in his mind, brough to life through violent ink. These range of abilities vary based on his emotions, and he can bring nearly anything to life through this power.
Crushing Despair: His magic becomes even more powerful when he's overwhelmed with despair and anguish. In this state, he appears as a humanoid made of black ink, its very hard for him to control the magic in this state, but its so lethal that even some gods fear it.
-------Backstory------
Shaku was born to the Grandmaster Usan Snowdrift, a powerful monk within the Noxhari empire, one who stood with the tyrannical king Korak upon his return, believing that the king had undergone some sort of change during his mysterious disappearance. The monks at the monastery were the line of defense in the mountain pass that would give rivals a direct road to the capital of Noxhari.
From a young age, Shaku's mind, body and soul were conditioned to be as one, it was supposed to be his rite to take over Usan's place as the leader of the monastery. However, it was clear Shaku's physical capabilities were not there, he was frail, and not physically strong, what he was, was fiercely intelligent.
Shaku had shown capabilities in his mind that baffled some of the adult monks, so it was decided he would not become a fighter, but a healer, and would be taught the ways of magic. His magic manifested in a weird way, however, instead of controlling the great white mist, that all monks knew how to bend, he gained control over a mysterious form of ink, one that seemed both destructive, and protective.
At this point, Shaku's training was outside of the monks hands, they didn't know what they were dealing with, so they brought in someone who claimed to know. This masked teacher spent days with Shaku, studying his magic and its properties, coming up with ways for Shaku to control the magic, and figuring out the magic centered around his emotions. This was after Shaku got frustrated, and a calm soothing river he created turned to a violent molten fissure.
By the time Shaku was nearing adulthood, his teacher gifted him a special wand that allowed him to control his magic better, it allowed him to become incredibly in turn with his emotions, and guide his magic. What Shaku didn't know, is that this teacher had been syphoning his magic for a deadly spectacle, a spectacle that Shaku would witness the moment he returned to the monastery.
Otherwise peaceful lotus flowers turned into violent explosions of magic, the chain reaction occurring while Shaku was still at a distance, traveling home from his meeting with this teacher in the city. When Shaku got to the monastery, everyone was dead, and he found the explosions has been laced with ink magic. It was then he realized what happened, his teacher was behind this gross display.
At that moment, his mind fractured, one side, full of the light that once made up Shaku's desire to grow and learn, and a darker side, hellbent on making those who did this feel every bit of suffering the monks did. Returning to the city, he was found to be an interesting prospect by the prince Oman, and subsequently recruited into the prince's secret brigade.
Now, whenever he's not on a mission with Oman, he is spending his time tracking down his former teacher. After learning they were part of an extensive criminal operation, Shaku is determined to work through the operation until he comes face to face with the man he once trust, and at that moment, his destiny will be written.
-------Other------
Shaku's song: Ghosts Again - Depeche Mode ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=iIyrLRixMs8 )
Voice Claim: www.youtube.com/watch?v=EpSOx32lppk
Time period: Fantasy era.
Alignment: Shaku is perhaps one of the most malleable characters, as he can easily be swayed to the side of good or evil, whatever side he picks though, it will not be reluctantly.
"There is Light in me, flickering like candles in the wind, they tried to extinguish it...and yet I haven't lost sight of it...I mustn't lose sight of it."
-
"There is Darkness in me, they brought it to light. Now it rolls over like a riptide, and threatens to drown everything in its wake...and it will start with them."
------Basics------
Full name: Shaku Snowdrift
Alias: N/A
Age: 23.
Race: Human.
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bi.
Height: 5'3"
Eyes: Green.
Hair: White.
Health complications: Depression.
----------Family-----------
Father (Usan Snowdrift): Unknown, was presumed dead after an attack on his monastery, but rumor is that the grandmaster has returned.
Mother (Ash Snowdrift): Dead, died in the attack on the monastery.
--------Character information--------
Likes: painting, animals, song, traveling, the dark side taking control.
Dislikes: needless war, arrogance, being underestimated, tight spaces, the dark side taking control.
Strengths: Level-headed (Light side), creative, powerful.
Weaknesses: Unmotivated, unstable (Dark side), passive.
Appearance: Whereas most soldiers of the Noxhari army are often large and bulky, Shaku is quite the small man. He doesn't appear very tough on the outside, and often has unkept messy hair, he almost never bothers to brush it himself. He also never wears armor, he prefers to remain agile, and trusts his magic for self-defense.
Personality: Despite his blossoming potential, Shaku carries a defeated personality to him. He's never really enthusiastic about anything aside from artwork, and doesn't put much care into anything but. He keeps an even temper often, and isn't really quick to anger or aggressive retorts, but if he's feeling dark, he may be a little more irritable and ready to start a fight. He cares deeply about his friends, although he would never say that to them until they prod him for his feelings.
--------Weapons and abilities-------
Weapon of Choice: Paintbrush wand.
He often carries a small, seemingly harmless paintbrush with him, but little do opponents know, it functions more as a wand that helps direct his lethal magic.
Ink magic: Shaku's power rests in visions he crafts in his mind, brough to life through violent ink. These range of abilities vary based on his emotions, and he can bring nearly anything to life through this power.
Crushing Despair: His magic becomes even more powerful when he's overwhelmed with despair and anguish. In this state, he appears as a humanoid made of black ink, its very hard for him to control the magic in this state, but its so lethal that even some gods fear it.
-------Backstory------
Shaku was born to the Grandmaster Usan Snowdrift, a powerful monk within the Noxhari empire, one who stood with the tyrannical king Korak upon his return, believing that the king had undergone some sort of change during his mysterious disappearance. The monks at the monastery were the line of defense in the mountain pass that would give rivals a direct road to the capital of Noxhari.
From a young age, Shaku's mind, body and soul were conditioned to be as one, it was supposed to be his rite to take over Usan's place as the leader of the monastery. However, it was clear Shaku's physical capabilities were not there, he was frail, and not physically strong, what he was, was fiercely intelligent.
Shaku had shown capabilities in his mind that baffled some of the adult monks, so it was decided he would not become a fighter, but a healer, and would be taught the ways of magic. His magic manifested in a weird way, however, instead of controlling the great white mist, that all monks knew how to bend, he gained control over a mysterious form of ink, one that seemed both destructive, and protective.
At this point, Shaku's training was outside of the monks hands, they didn't know what they were dealing with, so they brought in someone who claimed to know. This masked teacher spent days with Shaku, studying his magic and its properties, coming up with ways for Shaku to control the magic, and figuring out the magic centered around his emotions. This was after Shaku got frustrated, and a calm soothing river he created turned to a violent molten fissure.
By the time Shaku was nearing adulthood, his teacher gifted him a special wand that allowed him to control his magic better, it allowed him to become incredibly in turn with his emotions, and guide his magic. What Shaku didn't know, is that this teacher had been syphoning his magic for a deadly spectacle, a spectacle that Shaku would witness the moment he returned to the monastery.
Otherwise peaceful lotus flowers turned into violent explosions of magic, the chain reaction occurring while Shaku was still at a distance, traveling home from his meeting with this teacher in the city. When Shaku got to the monastery, everyone was dead, and he found the explosions has been laced with ink magic. It was then he realized what happened, his teacher was behind this gross display.
At that moment, his mind fractured, one side, full of the light that once made up Shaku's desire to grow and learn, and a darker side, hellbent on making those who did this feel every bit of suffering the monks did. Returning to the city, he was found to be an interesting prospect by the prince Oman, and subsequently recruited into the prince's secret brigade.
Now, whenever he's not on a mission with Oman, he is spending his time tracking down his former teacher. After learning they were part of an extensive criminal operation, Shaku is determined to work through the operation until he comes face to face with the man he once trust, and at that moment, his destiny will be written.
-------Other------
Shaku's song: Ghosts Again - Depeche Mode ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=iIyrLRixMs8 )
Voice Claim: www.youtube.com/watch?v=EpSOx32lppk
Time period: Fantasy era.
Alignment: Shaku is perhaps one of the most malleable characters, as he can easily be swayed to the side of good or evil, whatever side he picks though, it will not be reluctantly.
The Scorned
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Nobody knows when the first flameborn arose, some say she existed before creation itself, along with that cursed fluorescent fire.
Others say the first flameborn rose when the first realm died, when its light flickered out it was turned into a woman of ash and fire, who forged the fluorescent flame herself.
No matter the story, every single one places her as the first, and foretells she will be the last.
------Basics------
Full name: Kyra Kalypso.
Alias: N/A
Age: Possibly timeless, physically around 29.
Race: Human (Flameborn)
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bi.
Height: 6'0"
Eyes: Yellow.
Hair: Red.
Health complications: N/A.
----------Family-----------
Companion (Traax): Alive, The second flameborn, made to be a perfect eclipse to Kyra, he is almost always at her side.
--------Character information--------
Likes: Warmth, feeling in power, chaos, snakes.
Dislikes: Hero's, losing control, winter.
Strengths: Powerful, intelligent, commanding.
Weaknesses: Immoral, rash, manipulative.
Appearance: Kyra is often clad in armor representative of her identity as a Flameborn, such armor is marked with symbols representing a solar eclipse. She has large wings on her back that are nearly always exposed the black feathers hide haunting red eyes that are truly something horrifying. Under her visage, she is a true symbol of beauty, twisted by the powers of the primordial sun.
Personality: To say Kyra is an devilish person is very accurate, she usually demands the respect of anyone around, threatening them if they refuse to show it, unless she finds some respect for the person at hand. Kyra is not afraid to manipulate those who may see her as a friend for personal gain, or even stab them in the back herself for more power. If Kyra ever comes to care for someone, it would be more of a desire to keep them around simply because she would find it fun to make them watch her work.
--------Weapons and abilities-------
Weapon of choice: Primordial sun blade.
A blade that was born with her when the first realm died, it carries an immense heat to it. Kyra can either wield it as a powerful two handed sword, or split the blade into two smaller one handed swords on a whim.
Primordial fire: Kyra has access to a host of powerful ancient fire magic, it is stronger then the fire of the other flameborn.
Divine protection: Kyra can draw upon her divinity to protect anyone she deems worthy, she cannot protect herself with this power, not that she needs to.
-------Backstory------
When the first realm was born, it started a large chain reaction, from its existence, came the birth of other realms, thousands, if not hundreds of thousands of realms ignited into existence. This was the will of the primordial sun, to create so many worlds that its presence would be dominating, its will sprung cults all across the first realm, worshipping its power.
One fateful day however, the first Primordial sun begun to flicker and fade, before it violently erupted, burning its entire realm to cinders. Nobody knows why or how it did such a thing, but all that's true, is that she stood over its corpse with glee, and a new host of dominating power. From the ashes of the first sun, she created her counterpart, a guardian whose vigil remained ceaseless.
This was the birth of Kyra and Traax as they are known, the self proclaimed goddess of the flameborn, and her vigilant guardian. From the ashes of her realm, Kyra saw all the others, each of them bearing a primordial sun, although the whereabouts of each were unknown to her, and she wasn't going to use her energy to search when she didn't need to, why would she lift a finger if she could have subjects who would.
Using the last of the first suns power, she drew another realm into her own, and had Traax find its primordial sun, after snuffing out its light, she used its husk to create the fluorescent fire which is the calling card of the flameborn. She tried to bend its power to her will, but the fire resisted her, and eventually splintered into a bunch of pieces, scattering across space and time, at first, Kyra was infuriated.
She then realized, as realms begun to flicker out and die for various reasons, the fluorescent flame begun to mold the minds of lost souls to it, filling them with harsh emotions, and a desire to search all other realms for different things, unique to each flameborn. Kyra knew that one day, she could bend this fire to her will, and that all of its agents, would be hers, all she needs to do, is monitor them, and eventually, one would find a primordial sun, she was sure of it.
She now sits on an ashen throne in the husk of the first realm, her ever loyal Traax at her side. From her throne, she watches the flameborn struggle with a smile on her face, to her, they're like animals. She waits for the day she will lay eyes on another primordial sun, consuming it to use its power to bend the other flameborn to her will, and then, claim space, time, and reality as a whole as her own.
-------Other------
Kyra's song: DOGMA - Crown the empire ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=o2qnBsECgRI ).
Voice Claim: www.youtube.com/watch?v=wx4FPCZE0bQ
Time period: Any Supernatural era.
Alignment: Kyra is a very evil being, wanting nothing more then more power. There is no redemption for her, and the mere suggestion of being a better person will anger her.
Nobody knows when the first flameborn arose, some say she existed before creation itself, along with that cursed fluorescent fire.
Others say the first flameborn rose when the first realm died, when its light flickered out it was turned into a woman of ash and fire, who forged the fluorescent flame herself.
No matter the story, every single one places her as the first, and foretells she will be the last.
------Basics------
Full name: Kyra Kalypso.
Alias: N/A
Age: Possibly timeless, physically around 29.
Race: Human (Flameborn)
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bi.
Height: 6'0"
Eyes: Yellow.
Hair: Red.
Health complications: N/A.
----------Family-----------
Companion (Traax): Alive, The second flameborn, made to be a perfect eclipse to Kyra, he is almost always at her side.
--------Character information--------
Likes: Warmth, feeling in power, chaos, snakes.
Dislikes: Hero's, losing control, winter.
Strengths: Powerful, intelligent, commanding.
Weaknesses: Immoral, rash, manipulative.
Appearance: Kyra is often clad in armor representative of her identity as a Flameborn, such armor is marked with symbols representing a solar eclipse. She has large wings on her back that are nearly always exposed the black feathers hide haunting red eyes that are truly something horrifying. Under her visage, she is a true symbol of beauty, twisted by the powers of the primordial sun.
Personality: To say Kyra is an devilish person is very accurate, she usually demands the respect of anyone around, threatening them if they refuse to show it, unless she finds some respect for the person at hand. Kyra is not afraid to manipulate those who may see her as a friend for personal gain, or even stab them in the back herself for more power. If Kyra ever comes to care for someone, it would be more of a desire to keep them around simply because she would find it fun to make them watch her work.
--------Weapons and abilities-------
Weapon of choice: Primordial sun blade.
A blade that was born with her when the first realm died, it carries an immense heat to it. Kyra can either wield it as a powerful two handed sword, or split the blade into two smaller one handed swords on a whim.
Primordial fire: Kyra has access to a host of powerful ancient fire magic, it is stronger then the fire of the other flameborn.
Divine protection: Kyra can draw upon her divinity to protect anyone she deems worthy, she cannot protect herself with this power, not that she needs to.
-------Backstory------
When the first realm was born, it started a large chain reaction, from its existence, came the birth of other realms, thousands, if not hundreds of thousands of realms ignited into existence. This was the will of the primordial sun, to create so many worlds that its presence would be dominating, its will sprung cults all across the first realm, worshipping its power.
One fateful day however, the first Primordial sun begun to flicker and fade, before it violently erupted, burning its entire realm to cinders. Nobody knows why or how it did such a thing, but all that's true, is that she stood over its corpse with glee, and a new host of dominating power. From the ashes of the first sun, she created her counterpart, a guardian whose vigil remained ceaseless.
This was the birth of Kyra and Traax as they are known, the self proclaimed goddess of the flameborn, and her vigilant guardian. From the ashes of her realm, Kyra saw all the others, each of them bearing a primordial sun, although the whereabouts of each were unknown to her, and she wasn't going to use her energy to search when she didn't need to, why would she lift a finger if she could have subjects who would.
Using the last of the first suns power, she drew another realm into her own, and had Traax find its primordial sun, after snuffing out its light, she used its husk to create the fluorescent fire which is the calling card of the flameborn. She tried to bend its power to her will, but the fire resisted her, and eventually splintered into a bunch of pieces, scattering across space and time, at first, Kyra was infuriated.
She then realized, as realms begun to flicker out and die for various reasons, the fluorescent flame begun to mold the minds of lost souls to it, filling them with harsh emotions, and a desire to search all other realms for different things, unique to each flameborn. Kyra knew that one day, she could bend this fire to her will, and that all of its agents, would be hers, all she needs to do, is monitor them, and eventually, one would find a primordial sun, she was sure of it.
She now sits on an ashen throne in the husk of the first realm, her ever loyal Traax at her side. From her throne, she watches the flameborn struggle with a smile on her face, to her, they're like animals. She waits for the day she will lay eyes on another primordial sun, consuming it to use its power to bend the other flameborn to her will, and then, claim space, time, and reality as a whole as her own.
-------Other------
Kyra's song: DOGMA - Crown the empire ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=o2qnBsECgRI ).
Voice Claim: www.youtube.com/watch?v=wx4FPCZE0bQ
Time period: Any Supernatural era.
Alignment: Kyra is a very evil being, wanting nothing more then more power. There is no redemption for her, and the mere suggestion of being a better person will anger her.
The Ranger King
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"Out in their world, they think themselves predators, and yet they only hunt the weak, the moment they step into my forest, they learn what it means to be prey"
------Basics------
Full name: Zadrevion Sorrowsong
Alias: King of Nethra
Age: 24.
Race: Human (Wraith)
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight.
Height: 6'3"
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Black
Health complications: N/A.
----------Family-----------
Father (Gorge Sorrowsong): Dead, died from poisoning.
Mother (Whitney Sorrowsong): Dead, died from poisoning.
Brother (Claud Sorrowsong): Dead, died from poisoning.
Companion (Skip): Alive, A powerful hyena matriarch, Zadrevion's most trusted solider and companion, is almost always by the kings side.
--------Character information--------
Likes: Animals, rain, those who respect his forest, darkness.
Dislikes: Outsiders, arrogance, being asked about the past, snow.
Strengths: Patient, quick thinking, agile
Weaknesses: untrusting, closed off, unforgiving.
Appearance: Despite being royalty, Zadrevion very rarely wears the attire a king would, instead opting for much more traditional attire, one that a ranger knight would wear. Even when attending his kingdoms fancy events, he is always wearing something he could enter combat in, not wanting to be caught off guard ever.
Personality: Zadrevion prefers to avoid people, finding more solace in the creatures of the forest, as they are usually much easier to keep happy. He doesn't speak often, but every word he says makes an impact, aiming to make the few words he says mean something. He is hard to befriend, and even harder to get closer to, he has several walls built up and knocking them down would take great patience and effort, but doing so would give someone a partner who would do anything for them and their safety.
--------Weapons and abilities-------
Weapon of choice: Bow and bloodletter spear.
Zadrevion is equipped with a bow and arrow that he uses to engage his opposition from a distance, if long range combat is not an option, he will engage his opponent with a spear aimed at making them bleed out.
Wraith wail: Drawing upon his undeath, Zadrevion can let out an extremely loud screech to try to slow down his enemies.
Shadowmeld: In darkness, Zadrevion melds with the shadows, giving him natural invisibility in these conditions.
Beast mastery: Zadrevion can communicate with any animal, often using this ability to calm them down, or give them orders.
-------Backstory------
Nethra is a kingdom nestled deep within the Gelati jungle, a kingdom that was heavily isolated from world. There, the creatures of the jungle thrive, tended to by the Nethrians, who do not view themselves as greater to these creatures, but as equals living among the forest together in harmony. For thousands of years, there have been those that have tried to reach out to the Nethrians, or even takt their land by force, but trying to enter the jungle had always been a death sentence, the Nethrian army, while small, knew the jungle like the back of their hands.
Born into the world in the royal family, Zadrevion quickly developed a special connection to the wildlife. The animals seemed to understand and listen to Zadrevion, better then they would anyone else, from a young age, Zadrevion was able to tame massive creatures and bring them further into the jungle where they would be safe. He wasn't set to take the throne, however, he had an older brother who was planned to take the throne, not that Zadrevion minded, he was happy living among the animals who seemed to be happy with his presence.
This future was changed when Zadrevion's father decided that, for the first time in years, they would accept an invitation from another kingdom to have a dinner in the heart of the jungle. The moment the other kingdom arrived, Zadrevion knew something was wrong, the way they seemed to look at the area around them, the way they moved, the way they looked at his family. But his pleas fell on deaf ears, nobody in his family would listen, so when dinner came and Zadrevion looked at the meal prepared by the other kingdom, he knew what was to come.
Sure enough their would be allies has poisoned the royal families meals, and slowly, Zadrevion watched his family drop dead before the other soldiers were ordered to kill the animals and seize the resources. But as he awaited the moment of his death, he heard a loud howl, along with the sound of animals running in his direction.
Later, Zadrevion was brought back to life, having succumbed to the poison, he was restored quick enough that his body didn't change, but his mind was altered. a brief glimpse into the realm of death granted him a portion of its power, and also burdened him with heavy feelings he could never shake. Upon receiving the news he would be king, he needed a moment away from everything, venturing into the jungle to find his own path.
On his journey, he was surrounded by a pack of hyenas, who seemed immune to his words, but that was because they already had a master. Skip was a leader in her own right, having lead the hyena packs that had dominated the south of the jungle, but even then, she felt a special connection to Zadrevion, and he to her.
The pair soon returned to the capital, with Zadrevion ready to lead his people with a new ally to guide him. At first, Zadrevion looked to Skip to help him lead, as she had experience he never did, he was amazed how much he could learn for an animal. Zadrevion quickly proved to be a capable king, pushing back several advances from kingdoms that sought to strike while they were weak, and with every victory, Skip was able to feast, growing in power enough to be able to communicate with humans on her own. Now, Zadrevion remains steadfast in his desire to keep Nethra isolated from the world, but he cannot help but wonder what is out there, beyond the trees he calls home.
-------Other------
Zadrevion's song: Blood Upon the Snow - Hozier and Bear McCreary (
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-32-6FqGW2E )
Voice Claim: www.youtube.com/watch?v=Roce1r6du9w
Time period: Fantasy era.
Alignment: Zadrevion is a good character, his morals are set in stone, and he would die before he gives them up to any force of evil.
"Out in their world, they think themselves predators, and yet they only hunt the weak, the moment they step into my forest, they learn what it means to be prey"
------Basics------
Full name: Zadrevion Sorrowsong
Alias: King of Nethra
Age: 24.
Race: Human (Wraith)
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight.
Height: 6'3"
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Black
Health complications: N/A.
----------Family-----------
Father (Gorge Sorrowsong): Dead, died from poisoning.
Mother (Whitney Sorrowsong): Dead, died from poisoning.
Brother (Claud Sorrowsong): Dead, died from poisoning.
Companion (Skip): Alive, A powerful hyena matriarch, Zadrevion's most trusted solider and companion, is almost always by the kings side.
--------Character information--------
Likes: Animals, rain, those who respect his forest, darkness.
Dislikes: Outsiders, arrogance, being asked about the past, snow.
Strengths: Patient, quick thinking, agile
Weaknesses: untrusting, closed off, unforgiving.
Appearance: Despite being royalty, Zadrevion very rarely wears the attire a king would, instead opting for much more traditional attire, one that a ranger knight would wear. Even when attending his kingdoms fancy events, he is always wearing something he could enter combat in, not wanting to be caught off guard ever.
Personality: Zadrevion prefers to avoid people, finding more solace in the creatures of the forest, as they are usually much easier to keep happy. He doesn't speak often, but every word he says makes an impact, aiming to make the few words he says mean something. He is hard to befriend, and even harder to get closer to, he has several walls built up and knocking them down would take great patience and effort, but doing so would give someone a partner who would do anything for them and their safety.
--------Weapons and abilities-------
Weapon of choice: Bow and bloodletter spear.
Zadrevion is equipped with a bow and arrow that he uses to engage his opposition from a distance, if long range combat is not an option, he will engage his opponent with a spear aimed at making them bleed out.
Wraith wail: Drawing upon his undeath, Zadrevion can let out an extremely loud screech to try to slow down his enemies.
Shadowmeld: In darkness, Zadrevion melds with the shadows, giving him natural invisibility in these conditions.
Beast mastery: Zadrevion can communicate with any animal, often using this ability to calm them down, or give them orders.
-------Backstory------
Nethra is a kingdom nestled deep within the Gelati jungle, a kingdom that was heavily isolated from world. There, the creatures of the jungle thrive, tended to by the Nethrians, who do not view themselves as greater to these creatures, but as equals living among the forest together in harmony. For thousands of years, there have been those that have tried to reach out to the Nethrians, or even takt their land by force, but trying to enter the jungle had always been a death sentence, the Nethrian army, while small, knew the jungle like the back of their hands.
Born into the world in the royal family, Zadrevion quickly developed a special connection to the wildlife. The animals seemed to understand and listen to Zadrevion, better then they would anyone else, from a young age, Zadrevion was able to tame massive creatures and bring them further into the jungle where they would be safe. He wasn't set to take the throne, however, he had an older brother who was planned to take the throne, not that Zadrevion minded, he was happy living among the animals who seemed to be happy with his presence.
This future was changed when Zadrevion's father decided that, for the first time in years, they would accept an invitation from another kingdom to have a dinner in the heart of the jungle. The moment the other kingdom arrived, Zadrevion knew something was wrong, the way they seemed to look at the area around them, the way they moved, the way they looked at his family. But his pleas fell on deaf ears, nobody in his family would listen, so when dinner came and Zadrevion looked at the meal prepared by the other kingdom, he knew what was to come.
Sure enough their would be allies has poisoned the royal families meals, and slowly, Zadrevion watched his family drop dead before the other soldiers were ordered to kill the animals and seize the resources. But as he awaited the moment of his death, he heard a loud howl, along with the sound of animals running in his direction.
Later, Zadrevion was brought back to life, having succumbed to the poison, he was restored quick enough that his body didn't change, but his mind was altered. a brief glimpse into the realm of death granted him a portion of its power, and also burdened him with heavy feelings he could never shake. Upon receiving the news he would be king, he needed a moment away from everything, venturing into the jungle to find his own path.
On his journey, he was surrounded by a pack of hyenas, who seemed immune to his words, but that was because they already had a master. Skip was a leader in her own right, having lead the hyena packs that had dominated the south of the jungle, but even then, she felt a special connection to Zadrevion, and he to her.
The pair soon returned to the capital, with Zadrevion ready to lead his people with a new ally to guide him. At first, Zadrevion looked to Skip to help him lead, as she had experience he never did, he was amazed how much he could learn for an animal. Zadrevion quickly proved to be a capable king, pushing back several advances from kingdoms that sought to strike while they were weak, and with every victory, Skip was able to feast, growing in power enough to be able to communicate with humans on her own. Now, Zadrevion remains steadfast in his desire to keep Nethra isolated from the world, but he cannot help but wonder what is out there, beyond the trees he calls home.
-------Other------
Zadrevion's song: Blood Upon the Snow - Hozier and Bear McCreary (
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-32-6FqGW2E )
Voice Claim: www.youtube.com/watch?v=Roce1r6du9w
Time period: Fantasy era.
Alignment: Zadrevion is a good character, his morals are set in stone, and he would die before he gives them up to any force of evil.
The Demolitionist
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Many know of the phrase 'if it bleeds, we can kill it', she prefers to say 'if it breathes, it can explode.'
------Basics------
Full name: Garrah Thompson
Alias: N/A
Age: 22
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bi
Height: 5'6"
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Pink
Health complications: Schizophrenia, Bad knee (Walks with a limp sometimes because of this).
----------Family-----------
Father (Sylvester Thompson): Alive, tries to reign in his daughter, is very rarely successful.
Mother (Donna Thompson): Dead, died from health complications when Garrah was young.
Bodyguard (Terrance Sharp): Alive, is the only one that can usually get Garrah to pay attention, she is closer to him then she is to her father.
--------Character information--------
Likes: Talking to people, explosives, building, sweet things.
Dislikes: Police, repetitive sounds, being given orders, cold weather.
Strengths: smart (before she snaps), very fast, proficient with most firearms
Weaknesses: extremely violent (when upset), reckless, destructive.
Appearance: Garrah refuses to wear anything fancy, often wearing causal attire along with her signature blast-proof jacket. She also always has to wear a brace for her knee, without it she has to limp to get around, sometimes she will wear an identical appearing brace on her other knee aswell as to not raise questions.
Personality: A very bright and cheery girl most of the time, Garrah loves to meet new people and try to befriend them quickly. Once she befriends someone, she is very clingy, and will rarely leave her friends side, to the point where it is sometimes overbearing. This can take a dramatic turn, however, Garrah will sometimes snap when pushed around by others, or even sometimes completely out of the blue, and while her closest friends are usually safe, nobody else is. Once she snaps, she will usually try to fight whatever is closest to her, if she can't recognize it, she will usually shoot at it with one of her many weapons, until it runs away, or stops moving.
--------Weapons and abilities-------
Weapon of choice: Scrap weapons.
Garrah has used scrap metal found in junk heaps to build her weapons, and for what they are made from, they are surprisingly efficient. She wield her modified pistol most of the time, with it being able to fire bullets charged with static energy, or smaller bullets at a much faster rate. She will sometimes use an RPG instead however, often when she wants to see something explode.
Blast resistance: Garrah's jacket is integrated with technology that covers her in an invisible blast shield, giving her resistance to and physical harm that would be caused by explosions, although she is still affected by the force of the blast, although the shield can also absorb some blunt impact from a fall.
Drug resistance: Garrah's mind, while unstable, is usually immune to any mind altering substances, the reason behind such a resistance is something Garrah does not want to talk about.
-------Backstory------
The Thompson crime family was well known within the criminal underworld, they had enemies and friends, those who wish to see them fall, and those who wanted nothing more for them to prosper. Sylvester Thompson, the leader of the family, wasn't an idiot, he knew that he wouldn't always be around to lead his family to prosper as they had been, to ensure his families success in the future, he needed someone who would inherit the role of leading the family.
Not too long after, Garrah was born, and while Sylvester wanted to have two children so that they could learn from one another, it was never meant to be. Shortly after Garrah's birth, her mother fell ill, and as time passed, she only got worse and worse, until eventually, not even the best care could keep her alive. While he was devastated by the loss of his wife, he knew that he needed to put on a strong front, and raise Garrah well.
He put her into the best schools and started to teach her how to work from a very young age, and it was clear that Garrah was a quick learner. By the time she was 12, she was already out working with some of Sylvester's strongest men, including Terrance Sharp, who was Sylvester's right hand man, and represented his boss when working out deals. When she turned 15, Garrah had already gained respect from some of her fathers highest ranking men, and everything was on course for her to take control of the family when she turned 18.
One night, however, her families compound was stormed by a rival family, who intended to steal much of the cash Sylvester was holding onto, along with some of the product he worked to make. Garrah had been out for a walk that night, and was caught in the middle of the firefight, and what she saw shook her to the core. Seeing some of the men she considered close friend be gunned down like they were nothing caused something to shift in her temperament, seeing the cold side of the crime world pushed her over the edge, and into a much darker place. She picked up a gun and helped push back the would be thieves, she alone gunned down more people then anyone had that day, but it wasn't enough for her.
The next day, it was revealed on the news that the rival family that had invaded the complex all died in a massive explosion, their own complex reduced to smoldering rubble within a night. It didn't take much prodding from Sylvester to find out that Garrah was responsible for it, but when asked why, she simply couldn't stop laughing, it was clear to Sylvester that something had changed her that night, she had never experienced the darker side of working for a crime family, and needed to be faced with it so she could lead the family one day.
Now, Garrah accompanies Terrance to any sort of meetings with rival families, there to be extra firepower if needed. During the day, she normally works in her workshop in the complex, constructing devices to giver her an edge over her enemies. Sylvester hopes that one day Garrah will return to the even tempered woman she used to be, so that she can finally take over the family and he can retire in peace. Garrah herself doesn't really care about the family any more, only wanting to chase her whims and have a good time with the rest of her life.
-------Other------
Garrah's song: Black sheep - Crown the empire ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=vhzP0slewds )
Voice Claim: www.youtube.com/watch?v=j1jC6TdXWI0
Time period: Modern or Sci-fi era.
Alignment: Garrah is an extremely chaotic person, but is neither pulled towards the side of good or evil. She could be swayed to one side by someone she really trusts though, regaining some of her sanity to become a better person, or delving deeper into her instability to become a total evil madwoman.
Many know of the phrase 'if it bleeds, we can kill it', she prefers to say 'if it breathes, it can explode.'
------Basics------
Full name: Garrah Thompson
Alias: N/A
Age: 22
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bi
Height: 5'6"
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Pink
Health complications: Schizophrenia, Bad knee (Walks with a limp sometimes because of this).
----------Family-----------
Father (Sylvester Thompson): Alive, tries to reign in his daughter, is very rarely successful.
Mother (Donna Thompson): Dead, died from health complications when Garrah was young.
Bodyguard (Terrance Sharp): Alive, is the only one that can usually get Garrah to pay attention, she is closer to him then she is to her father.
--------Character information--------
Likes: Talking to people, explosives, building, sweet things.
Dislikes: Police, repetitive sounds, being given orders, cold weather.
Strengths: smart (before she snaps), very fast, proficient with most firearms
Weaknesses: extremely violent (when upset), reckless, destructive.
Appearance: Garrah refuses to wear anything fancy, often wearing causal attire along with her signature blast-proof jacket. She also always has to wear a brace for her knee, without it she has to limp to get around, sometimes she will wear an identical appearing brace on her other knee aswell as to not raise questions.
Personality: A very bright and cheery girl most of the time, Garrah loves to meet new people and try to befriend them quickly. Once she befriends someone, she is very clingy, and will rarely leave her friends side, to the point where it is sometimes overbearing. This can take a dramatic turn, however, Garrah will sometimes snap when pushed around by others, or even sometimes completely out of the blue, and while her closest friends are usually safe, nobody else is. Once she snaps, she will usually try to fight whatever is closest to her, if she can't recognize it, she will usually shoot at it with one of her many weapons, until it runs away, or stops moving.
--------Weapons and abilities-------
Weapon of choice: Scrap weapons.
Garrah has used scrap metal found in junk heaps to build her weapons, and for what they are made from, they are surprisingly efficient. She wield her modified pistol most of the time, with it being able to fire bullets charged with static energy, or smaller bullets at a much faster rate. She will sometimes use an RPG instead however, often when she wants to see something explode.
Blast resistance: Garrah's jacket is integrated with technology that covers her in an invisible blast shield, giving her resistance to and physical harm that would be caused by explosions, although she is still affected by the force of the blast, although the shield can also absorb some blunt impact from a fall.
Drug resistance: Garrah's mind, while unstable, is usually immune to any mind altering substances, the reason behind such a resistance is something Garrah does not want to talk about.
-------Backstory------
The Thompson crime family was well known within the criminal underworld, they had enemies and friends, those who wish to see them fall, and those who wanted nothing more for them to prosper. Sylvester Thompson, the leader of the family, wasn't an idiot, he knew that he wouldn't always be around to lead his family to prosper as they had been, to ensure his families success in the future, he needed someone who would inherit the role of leading the family.
Not too long after, Garrah was born, and while Sylvester wanted to have two children so that they could learn from one another, it was never meant to be. Shortly after Garrah's birth, her mother fell ill, and as time passed, she only got worse and worse, until eventually, not even the best care could keep her alive. While he was devastated by the loss of his wife, he knew that he needed to put on a strong front, and raise Garrah well.
He put her into the best schools and started to teach her how to work from a very young age, and it was clear that Garrah was a quick learner. By the time she was 12, she was already out working with some of Sylvester's strongest men, including Terrance Sharp, who was Sylvester's right hand man, and represented his boss when working out deals. When she turned 15, Garrah had already gained respect from some of her fathers highest ranking men, and everything was on course for her to take control of the family when she turned 18.
One night, however, her families compound was stormed by a rival family, who intended to steal much of the cash Sylvester was holding onto, along with some of the product he worked to make. Garrah had been out for a walk that night, and was caught in the middle of the firefight, and what she saw shook her to the core. Seeing some of the men she considered close friend be gunned down like they were nothing caused something to shift in her temperament, seeing the cold side of the crime world pushed her over the edge, and into a much darker place. She picked up a gun and helped push back the would be thieves, she alone gunned down more people then anyone had that day, but it wasn't enough for her.
The next day, it was revealed on the news that the rival family that had invaded the complex all died in a massive explosion, their own complex reduced to smoldering rubble within a night. It didn't take much prodding from Sylvester to find out that Garrah was responsible for it, but when asked why, she simply couldn't stop laughing, it was clear to Sylvester that something had changed her that night, she had never experienced the darker side of working for a crime family, and needed to be faced with it so she could lead the family one day.
Now, Garrah accompanies Terrance to any sort of meetings with rival families, there to be extra firepower if needed. During the day, she normally works in her workshop in the complex, constructing devices to giver her an edge over her enemies. Sylvester hopes that one day Garrah will return to the even tempered woman she used to be, so that she can finally take over the family and he can retire in peace. Garrah herself doesn't really care about the family any more, only wanting to chase her whims and have a good time with the rest of her life.
-------Other------
Garrah's song: Black sheep - Crown the empire ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=vhzP0slewds )
Voice Claim: www.youtube.com/watch?v=j1jC6TdXWI0
Time period: Modern or Sci-fi era.
Alignment: Garrah is an extremely chaotic person, but is neither pulled towards the side of good or evil. She could be swayed to one side by someone she really trusts though, regaining some of her sanity to become a better person, or delving deeper into her instability to become a total evil madwoman.