Name: Ezekiel

Sexuality: Bisexual, (Male lean.)

Mother: Deceased.

Age: 20

Occupation: Ezekiel has an eye for everything business related.When he’s not messing about stirring trouble, he will often work alongside his father who owns a multimillionaire company, that manufactures cars. However, his side activities are much darker, which he conceals with his good mannerisms, and usual cordial pleasantries. Quick to anger he struggles to maintain control on his temper at times, though rarely will he lash out so openly. His reputation is far too important for that.

Though, thats not to argue it hasn’t happened, simply that those who were alive to witness it, are tight lipped and silent..

[More backstory to be revealed in R/P.]

Ezekiel can often come across as intimidating due to the natural frown on his visiage. He also towers a staggering 6’3 and though not overly bulky, he is proportionately muscled and quite athletic in his physique. Despite his scowling demeanour he smiles when he’s relaxed, and has quite a charming, if not diplomatic approach to most things. Of course, not all things can be solved with diplomacy or charisma, and there are always numerous alternatives to get what he wants. There is also a lot that lies beneath the surface. Not that he confides in anyone at all; really he’d rather die then be caught seeming soft.

Powers/Abilities: None

Species: Human

Tattoos: Many, the most obvious is the markings along his arm, he has two ear piercings, which are small silver studs. Dresses most commonly in smart attire. He also has a knife wound along his torso, starting from the right side of his chest. It drags down and stops just in line with his nav.

Personality: Charismatic, Analytical, Cynical, Extroverted, Steadfast, Diplomatic, Resourceful.

Extra: He has a younger brother (13 yrs) who he is extremely protective over. He has ADHD and severe asthma.

Extra Extra: Ezekiel takes up boxing, and surprisingly enjoys the allure of cage fighting

Dislikes: Energetic, loud, annoying people. People who act vain, Heat, Sour things, Sudden dramatic changes. Extreme heights. FIRE. (Reason for this.)

Likes: Rain, his precious motorbike, his kitten simba, Spicy food, Cooking, anything that helps keep him tidy. Alcohol. Smoking. Dru— just kidding. He left that life behind a long time ago.

Note: Triggering themes in r/p.
Theme: m.youtube.com/watch?v=bpOSxM0rNPM

Name: Klarah Glacius.

Latin translation: Bright Ice.

Age: Looks between 23–25

Position: Queen of the Northern kingdom of Erulsia.

Sexuality: Bisexual. (Male lean.)

Appearance: Striking white hair falls to her waist, pin straight, the ends curling and moving on their own volition. Bright silver eyes are framed by high cheekbones that elevate her features. Decades of training have kept her form lean, though not at the expense of muscle. Her waist is slim, and thighs toned due to the immense amount of physical training she subjected herself to, when the late King Morevus fell ill of the plague, and died when Klarah was only 13.


History: As the eldest daughter of the Glacius family, Klarah was prepared to rule the kingdom at a very young age. She learnt all the skills and politics required to do so, and excelled proficiently in defending herself with two double-bladed swords that her father gifted her from his collection.


Whilst not completely capable with all forms of weapons, she favours lighter blades over heavier melee weapons. Klarah was also exceptional at hand to hand combat, and to this day what she lacks in strength she makes up for in speed despite her petite stature.


Her mother Neveah remained a mentor when the King died until she too perished of the Titus flu that was brought by an infestation of rats from the incoming trade lines. The ships had moved across the northern region to gain oats and wheat from the neighbouring countries and to establish trade with other countries. These brought new diseases that ravaged the land clean before they eventually died out.


Whilst both her father and mother were exceptionally skilled in their magical abilities, and could harness multiple at once. Klarah herself could only manage absorbing energy from other individuals, and that too, with a risk. If too much was siphoned, she would kill them off entirely within a matter of minutes.


She also experimented with darker magic, finding the allure to white magic nonexistent. Klarah had tried her hand in healing, but was effectively useless. Remaining isolated for most of her life and kept within the strict confines of the castle, she was not necessarily antisocial. She enjoyed company, but often it was not from people...


When her mother discovered what her daughter was dabbling in, she scolded Klarah severely, and locked her in the southern tower as punishment. This happened often as she got older, and for extended periods of time. Neveah was not cruel, but she was naive, and realised too late the psychological implications of scolding her daughter so harshly and locking her away from the things she enjoyed. The two were grieving and struggled to maintain a healthy relationship. Klarah bothered little with her younger sibling Laya, as she was often the favourite sibling and during her isolation, found solace in other endeavours.


What she lacked in strength or speed, Laya made up for in magical abilities. Laya was strong, often besting her own mother when battling, and even was offered a place on the council by The Mages of Sirenus when she was only 15. The mages were a powerful and prestigious council within and around Erulsia that had much influence over magical laws, and what restrictions were placed on institutions. For example, the schools within Erelulsia, though most comprised boys, as women often stayed at home in the villages, to learn the domestic skills such as sewing and cooking, —(and majority of peasant families could not afford much education)—any magical children, had to register with the council. This was so that they could be monitored and tracked down if needed.


Appearance link: illozoo.com/portfolio/k-d-ritchie/?hcb=1
(^ First picture, women with the light blonde hair whose sat on the throne :) )

Abilities: Klarah can become unsolid, and phase through objects/attacks, though this ability is limited to a handful of minutes for now. She will become phantom-like in this form, and any attacks charged magically or physically are merely absorbed. (Excluding white magic, and any user that targets the soul, ie: soul magic.)


Dark Magic:
-Life force siphoning.
-Necromancy

-Enhanced Speed. (For a handful of minutes only.)


Personality: Klarah has the gift of calmness. Rarely does she step outside of her own control and lose her temper. She sees emotions themselves as weakness, or vulnerabilities that can be exploited. Having a reputation and image to uphold means that she remains alert and her mind is as calculated as her own advisory’s.


She is stubborn, and her experimentation in dark magic means she has seen and experienced pain that is much too hard to describe. Pain is nothing new to her, even the sting from a bee loses its effect if experienced often. Using her powers, she has kept the entity Calyx under her command for a long time now, and he is loyal to her cause. (OR so she thinks…)

Dark magic always comes with a price, and often she can be ruthless when executing trespassers and prisoners, which has made her feared throughout not just her own kingdom, but her rival kingdom, Sedan down south.


Despite her many faults and icy ways, she is braver then most women, and scorns at the idea of sitting in a kitchen learning domestic work. In one way, she is revolutionary, as she leads within a highly patriarchal society. However, that’s not to say she’s a role model. Nor does she try to be. She has a copious amount of wisdom and maturity that surprises many, as she is still quite young, and is often quite charismatic when she wishes to be more diplomatic.

Klarah is also very loyal to those she protects, and those that have proven themselves to her. This takes a lot, and she is not as trustworthy as one would think. She can easily feign kindness, whilst teetering on whether to only keep you close, as you may be an enemy..


Over the last decade Klarah has proven herself to be resourceful, her army is formidable, and she often ensures that they’re training to the best of their abilities. There are many reasons her army must remain in their best shape, and it is not always because of the threat of their rival kingdom, Sedan..

She has also set up many trading lines with her villages and the neighbouring farms to ensure a steady line of supply that is close by. Erulsia is rich in gems and natural resources, which she encourages farmers to use for trade. The coal mining business is also self sufficient.


Places of Interest in Erulsia: (Admin note.)

The Gem Caves. East, closest to the castle.
Quell Forest (South.)
Council of Sirenus. (South/East.)
Capital City: Tentalla.
The underground tunnels near Rikova.
Ruins of Vareenun.

Allies: Kingdom of Tetis.

Terrain of Erulsia: Mixture of forest, and extensive stretches of snow. Icy Mountains appear in the distance the further north you venture.




The Artefact:


The Sphere of Merra, is an artefact that was made by a strong demon entity by the name of Calyx that wanted 7 lives in exchange for the object. Klarah summoned him after her parents passed away, as he was the only person she would communicate with when Queen Neveah had her locked up as a child. The sphere protects her kingdom with a continuous barrier that those with extremely strong magical abilities can only pierce. However, it would take over one person to overcome the barrier, as it absorbs what magic is thrown at it until it cannot absorb anymore, and explodes and self combusts.


Despite this, the sphere of merra can withstand anything that is not charged magically, such as bullets, swords, or knives. White magic can only destroy it. Therefore, it is kept under watch by 12 of some of her best guards in the kingdom, and occasionally, herself. There have been attempts to steal it before that have not ended well. The room has many booby traps, and an alarm that triggers to alert all the guards in the kingdom.


It is one of the main reasons why Klarah’s castle has remained untarnished till this day... if the sphere was to break, the kingdom of Erulsia would be left vulnerable, and that is a risk Klarah cannot afford as she has many rivals..

Likes: Hunting, nature, hand-to-hand combat, anything that can help her extend her knowledge, chocolate cake. Long baths. The smell of lavender.

Dislikes: Extremely hot weather, laziness, people that doubt themselves too much, isn’t too keen on the dark. Much prefers daytime. Doesn’t enjoy sleeping.

Theme: www.youtube.com/watch?v=F4dctjz3tUk

[A long term roleplay is often needed for her. There are a LOT of twists and turns, especially surrounded Calyx, the sphere, and a bunch of things within her childhood, that get revealed in play. There are always two minor OC’s that I also play alongside her.

Genres: Romance, drama, suspense, thriller, action, fantasy, medieval.]

Ultio meaning revenge in Latin.

"His body was bloody, and his hands trembled.

But within his eyes there was a newfound calmness.

Something controlled.

He knew what he was doing.

And that's what made him dangerous."



-SNIPPET-

(Bit of a sh*t snippet but it's 4am v.v/ couldn't think of anything else.)

The taste of death was tart and distinctive within the air. Blood coated his hands, as he clasped them infront of him. He knew his presence was too thick to ignore, too dense to miss. And it washed over the room like a tidal wave threatening to burst.

There was a darkness within his eyes, Controlled perhaps for those accustomed to his ways. Controlled perhaps, for those afraid of his capabilities,—but it was chaos nonetheless. It was wild, and untamed, and dangerous. Ultio restrained his itching desire with a great muster of his will. But he was lusting for more, and it was proving an irresistible allure. There were fewer things more satisfying to him, then what would follow in the next few moments..

There was an instinctual part of him that wanted to grab his knife, and start the job himself. But he controlled this, and did so without the slightest of creases in his visage.

To some he may have seemed calm, almost relaxed, business like, perhaps? If it weren’t for the knife so evidently within his hands.. But to those who knew him, it was clear he was calculating, preparing, and analysing every potential outcome.

Time was a key resource, and he had already wasted an inordinate amount. He stared at the knife between his fingers delicately, but still; he kept aware as he glanced up, the ghost of a smile along his blue lips. His foot began to tap uncontrollably against the ground, and a quiet mutter escaped his lips.

He slowly turned his attention towards the man/women, swivelling on the chair he sat on, and finally whispered something into the air between them.

"When I finish here, and I will soon..

You'll be glad I killed you; and that is a promise I will keep.."





Name: Ultio

Negative traits: Manipulative, Cold, Arrogant.

Ultio is prone to episodes of rage, and is driven by obsession.

Positive Traits: He is extremely knowledgeable, Smart, and Calculating.

He has a tremendous amount of patience that is surprising, and has a...strange humour of sorts.

Extra Info:
He also enjoys music and singing.
Specifically Mozart...

**Appearance:**

Being a man of the shadows, means Ultio is rarely seen. If one were to see him however, it would be almost impossible to miss the thick red scar that runs across the right side of his face. Starting at his temple, it crosses through his eyebrow, finishing at the nape of his neck. His hair is charcoal black, and sits neatly on his head, often a few wisps fall below his eyebrow. Ultio's eyes are narrow and deep set, and are a bright golden color, said to rival the blazing sun itself. He has an almost almond shaped chin, and high cheekbones that slice across his face, and work only to emphasise his cut, jagged, features.

His physique suggests strength. Though, this is not something that would be easily spotted, as his body is often covered by an extra large suit he dresses in., that hangs firmly on his shoulders. Ultio is a man of wealth, and thus dresses as such. His feet are clad in leather shoes, silver rings adorn both his index and thumb, along with a suit and tie to match.

Ultio moves with long strides that are both purposeful and confident, and often there is a glint of burnished metal beneath his suit; A gun.

If he was looking to attract, many would be drawn to him. Ultio is handsome enough. Though perhaps, this would only be possible if it weren't for his unexpected episodes of rage and killing.

**Weapons:**

A revolver gun.

Inside the right pocket of his blazer, he also carries a long slim knife, that curves at the end and is made out of metal. Something he often uses upon his victims.


**History:**

Ultio was not born cold, but was born an orphan.

His parents having been murdered unexpectedly when he was young meant he soon moved to live with his uncle Rozo. His father had been a wealthy businessman, and so the inheritance, was moved onto his uncle, and then when the time was right, would be shifted onto Ultio when he was of age.

Rozo was particularly bad news however.

He was well rehearsed in the criminal lifestyle, and was vulnerable to triggers of violence and aggression. Ultio was often a victim of these rages, though it was something he never let bother him. A broken rib here, a bruised eye there, his reaction, and sense of control was perhaps what Irked Rozo further.

Despite the abuse, Ultio found himself with the patience to mirror a saint.

He was the hollow shell of a boy with a heart that served simply to allow him to breath..

As he got older, Ultio became more curious as to what type of job his uncle was partaking in, and found his control slowly beginning to slip. The years of abuse were beginning to unravel his calm nature. He often kept it in check by listening to Mozart, or instrumentals to help calm his nerves.

Ultio managed to follow Rozo to an abandoned warehouse that evening, and watched as men in sharp suits, tophats with hooded faces exchanged words.
They were men that looked like they had more power then he could imagine possessing. Ultio was positively confused.

It was then he heard it.

"But what about the boy, Rozo?!"

--"He does not matter! If I got rid of his bitch of a mother, I can get rid of him too!"

-----

Ultio was furious, and now had only one intention. Rummaging through the bins outside the warehouse he stumbled upon a dirty black scarf, and stuffed it into his pocket. He waited until Rozo started driving before slowly sitting up. Responding with both aggression and swiftness that was alarming for a boy of his age, he yanked the scarf around his uncle tightly. He made every move to watch his eyes, to ensure the life had been drained out of them. Rozo's jerks and spasms of movement subsided long before the car went hurtling of the road and into a tree.

Ultio was injured, though not as much as the man in front of him who had been choked to death.

When authorities found the scene it was blatantly obvious what had happened, and so he was imprisoned shortly, before being deemed mentally unstable, and was moved to an asylum at the age of 12.

He soon developed a short but sweet romance with a women of a similar age named Lila who joined the asylum when Ultio had just turned 17. She helped him control his emotions, to forget the past, and help release him from the years of depression he had sunk himself into.

Due to her good behaviour, Lila found herself discharged only three years after they had met. For a year Lila drove herself to the Asylum, to visit Ultio. He cherished these short moments with her, and became a man in love.

However.... all good things must come to an end...

One day, Lila stopped visiting, and it was weeks on end before Ultio heard the news of what had really happened to his beloved.

Lila had been the victim of a home invasion, and had been found face flat in her living room.

She was also pregnant...

This was the moment Ultio had his psychotic break, and it pushed him into insanity. He became a man enraged.

Ultio spent another 3 years moving from asylum to asylum. Each one struggling to contain him more then the last. He sharpened his mind and became smart, making connections, and soon learning the ins and outs of the criminal world.

Finally, at the age of 24, Ultio escaped the asylum, and began taking up contracts with the connections he had made,-- as a private hitman. He quickly adapted, and became ruthless but swift with his killings, having racked up almost 82 kills within a year.

This was something that attracted attention, and soon enough Ultio had began to earn a following. He decided to recruit numerous criminals, and had learnt to become a man who was void of emotion and mercy, and therefore a man who was both envied and powerful.

But also, untouchable, to an extent.

He had become one of the worlds most feared leaders within the criminal world, and had gained the loyalty of a wide range of Gangs across America, Japan, and Russia.

-----

Theme:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=upgAIOsipLA

The little boy, was replaced with a man.

A man who had become insane....

Insanity. n. mental illness of such a severe nature that a person cannot distinguish fantasy from reality, cannot conduct her/his affairs due to psychosis, or is subject to uncontrollable impulsive behavior.