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Luquin Canidae (DnD character)
Name: Luquin Canidae
Species: Human, werewolf
Class: Cleric/Fighter
Gender/Pronouns: he/him
Sexual/Romantic Orientation: Bi male lean
Age: 20-24 (varies between rp)
Occupation: Cleric, small-town adventurer
Height: 6'5
Build: muscular
Skin Tone: warm ivory
Hair: black with white highlights
Eyes: right blue, left golden.
Identifying Marks: none
Appearance: down below
Personality: Kind and compassionate, he breaks things on accident a little too often.
Motivations: Selune, learning control, and becoming a great fighter
Best Quality: Loyalty
Worst Quality: timid
Fears: Hurting someone again, being abandoned
Hobbies: Escorting travelers to the temple of Selune, training whether it be magic or melee
Skills: Clerical spells, simple and martial weapons, all armor.
Powers & Abilities: various spells and incantations, his werewolf form, which he can shift into at will once per day.
Weaknesses: Silver, ranged combat
Backstory: Abandoned at the age of 5 to a Selunite temple, he was raised by the clergy and trained to serve the clergy. Of course with his condition of being a true werewolf, it was difficult, but Selune guided him (metaphorically not literal communication, yet...) in the absence of his parents. The high priestess of the temple, Sylina, sought to get tomes and tell stories of other lycanthropes who succeeded within the clergy and used their "curse" for good.
He learned control, well, enough control, to serve the church and to prove those who thought all of his kind were simply evil, wrong. Once adequately trained he would go on small missions to escort pilgrims or help in fending off attacks on the temple. On one such mission though things went awry and he hurt a fellow Selunite, a friend by the name of Wysteria. There was more sympathy than punishment from the church, yet still, he distanced himself. Wysteria forgave him, but he didn't forgive himself.
Starting to take odd jobs in the villages surrounding the temple to hone his skill at every opportunity, working for the clergy less than before. Until another incident occurred during a full moon, he had killed a civilian, no one found out, and he told no one. He only distanced himself more from others he cared for, and from the church. He still escorts those in need to the temple, but leaves without a word, back to one of the surrounding villages he calls home.
Though he still strives to return, when he knows he wouldn't be a danger to anyone other than his foes, to become one of the Swords of Selune.
Species: Human, werewolf
Class: Cleric/Fighter
Gender/Pronouns: he/him
Sexual/Romantic Orientation: Bi male lean
Age: 20-24 (varies between rp)
Occupation: Cleric, small-town adventurer
Height: 6'5
Build: muscular
Skin Tone: warm ivory
Hair: black with white highlights
Eyes: right blue, left golden.
Identifying Marks: none
Appearance: down below
Personality: Kind and compassionate, he breaks things on accident a little too often.
Motivations: Selune, learning control, and becoming a great fighter
Best Quality: Loyalty
Worst Quality: timid
Fears: Hurting someone again, being abandoned
Hobbies: Escorting travelers to the temple of Selune, training whether it be magic or melee
Skills: Clerical spells, simple and martial weapons, all armor.
Powers & Abilities: various spells and incantations, his werewolf form, which he can shift into at will once per day.
Weaknesses: Silver, ranged combat
Backstory: Abandoned at the age of 5 to a Selunite temple, he was raised by the clergy and trained to serve the clergy. Of course with his condition of being a true werewolf, it was difficult, but Selune guided him (metaphorically not literal communication, yet...) in the absence of his parents. The high priestess of the temple, Sylina, sought to get tomes and tell stories of other lycanthropes who succeeded within the clergy and used their "curse" for good.
He learned control, well, enough control, to serve the church and to prove those who thought all of his kind were simply evil, wrong. Once adequately trained he would go on small missions to escort pilgrims or help in fending off attacks on the temple. On one such mission though things went awry and he hurt a fellow Selunite, a friend by the name of Wysteria. There was more sympathy than punishment from the church, yet still, he distanced himself. Wysteria forgave him, but he didn't forgive himself.
Starting to take odd jobs in the villages surrounding the temple to hone his skill at every opportunity, working for the clergy less than before. Until another incident occurred during a full moon, he had killed a civilian, no one found out, and he told no one. He only distanced himself more from others he cared for, and from the church. He still escorts those in need to the temple, but leaves without a word, back to one of the surrounding villages he calls home.
Though he still strives to return, when he knows he wouldn't be a danger to anyone other than his foes, to become one of the Swords of Selune.
Haelyn Nightshade
Name: Haelyn Nightshade
Species: human, druid
Aliases: tree guy (by village kids)
Sex: male
Orientation: Bi
Age: 20-30
Height: 6'0
Build: toned
Eyes: hazel
Hair: long and light brown with one braid on the left side.
Identifying markers: earrings, usually of something in nature
Appearance: picture below.
Personality: over all kind and outward going towards others. He makes a point of fighting for good and just causes. He's not very comedic though, being very serious and prepared.
Motivations: The balance of nature, those he cares for
Fears: fire, infernal beings
Best quality: empathy and kindness
Worst quality: will do almost anything for the balance of nature
Hobbies: gardening, tending to the wounded and helping people as much as he can.
Skills/powers: druidic magic, pretty much from DnD, familiars, vines, ice storms, wild shape, etc...
Weaknesses: fire, being overpowered at melee range
Strengths: mid to long distance weapons, druidic magic.
Backstory: his parents died in a fire, it burned the whole village and forest of his grove. He was a sole survivor thanks to being out during the attack, just on a walk, and got lucky. He was raised by wolves after that, or well, he raised them, to fight with him as he continued to hone his magic skill. Haelyn swore not to seek revenge, only to help those affect by the evils that would seek to hurt others like they did to him.
Species: human, druid
Aliases: tree guy (by village kids)
Sex: male
Orientation: Bi
Age: 20-30
Height: 6'0
Build: toned
Eyes: hazel
Hair: long and light brown with one braid on the left side.
Identifying markers: earrings, usually of something in nature
Appearance: picture below.
Personality: over all kind and outward going towards others. He makes a point of fighting for good and just causes. He's not very comedic though, being very serious and prepared.
Motivations: The balance of nature, those he cares for
Fears: fire, infernal beings
Best quality: empathy and kindness
Worst quality: will do almost anything for the balance of nature
Hobbies: gardening, tending to the wounded and helping people as much as he can.
Skills/powers: druidic magic, pretty much from DnD, familiars, vines, ice storms, wild shape, etc...
Weaknesses: fire, being overpowered at melee range
Strengths: mid to long distance weapons, druidic magic.
Backstory: his parents died in a fire, it burned the whole village and forest of his grove. He was a sole survivor thanks to being out during the attack, just on a walk, and got lucky. He was raised by wolves after that, or well, he raised them, to fight with him as he continued to hone his magic skill. Haelyn swore not to seek revenge, only to help those affect by the evils that would seek to hurt others like they did to him.
Tenebria of the Briar
Name: Tenebria of the Briar
Species: human?
Aliases: The Briar Witch
Sex: female
Orientation: bisexual
Age: 18-240
Height: 5'6
Build: slim
Skin tone: unnatural pearl grey
Eyes: silver
Hair: black
Identifying marks: none
Appearance: photo below
Personality: The dark witch is sarcastic to a fault, joking and playfully insulting anyone who makes conversation with her. She's known for being a bit "crazy" corrupted by dark magics but with a strength to not become completely evil. She isn't exactly kind, having a flawed moral compass and a lack of empathy but she won't kill you if you become friends, or more...
Motivations: to spread chaos and darkness, her darkness.
Fears: the sun, druids, and light magic
Best quality: surprisingly joyful attitude
Worst quality: jealousy and stubbornness
Hobbies: wandering the woods in search of lost travelers in her dark woods, talking to animals, and the spirits.
Skills/powers: Tenebria can summon shadows and ghosts to do her bidding, as well as some nocturnal animals. Well versed in dark magic there's many things she can do, mostly related to illusions, or blood magic.
Weaknesses: Light in general, a creature corrupted by the darkness has its foil. She won't burst into flames or melt but it weakens her, and she can be defeated.
Strengths: trickery, deception, and backstabbing.
Background: Tenebria was brought into a coven of shadow witches, those who walked in the darkness and spread its' chaos. It was unknown who her parents were, but she clearly had magical talents and learned quickly. It was said the some of the older witch prodigy's didn't like her power, feared it. They lead her to a well where she was promised to learn a spell to summon ghosts and instead was made to be a ghost. Pushed down the well she fell into darkness, and embraced it then as the light of the crescent moon shined down the cobblestone walls. The next morning was silent, and a day later the skies darkened, thunderclouds forming slowly until they stayed, blocking the sun. The coven wasn't heard from again, and darkness reigned over the forest surrounding their uninhabited manor, except for Tenebria who found herself awake in her bed on the seventh day, alone, and powerful.
Species: human?
Aliases: The Briar Witch
Sex: female
Orientation: bisexual
Age: 18-240
Height: 5'6
Build: slim
Skin tone: unnatural pearl grey
Eyes: silver
Hair: black
Identifying marks: none
Appearance: photo below
Personality: The dark witch is sarcastic to a fault, joking and playfully insulting anyone who makes conversation with her. She's known for being a bit "crazy" corrupted by dark magics but with a strength to not become completely evil. She isn't exactly kind, having a flawed moral compass and a lack of empathy but she won't kill you if you become friends, or more...
Motivations: to spread chaos and darkness, her darkness.
Fears: the sun, druids, and light magic
Best quality: surprisingly joyful attitude
Worst quality: jealousy and stubbornness
Hobbies: wandering the woods in search of lost travelers in her dark woods, talking to animals, and the spirits.
Skills/powers: Tenebria can summon shadows and ghosts to do her bidding, as well as some nocturnal animals. Well versed in dark magic there's many things she can do, mostly related to illusions, or blood magic.
Weaknesses: Light in general, a creature corrupted by the darkness has its foil. She won't burst into flames or melt but it weakens her, and she can be defeated.
Strengths: trickery, deception, and backstabbing.
Background: Tenebria was brought into a coven of shadow witches, those who walked in the darkness and spread its' chaos. It was unknown who her parents were, but she clearly had magical talents and learned quickly. It was said the some of the older witch prodigy's didn't like her power, feared it. They lead her to a well where she was promised to learn a spell to summon ghosts and instead was made to be a ghost. Pushed down the well she fell into darkness, and embraced it then as the light of the crescent moon shined down the cobblestone walls. The next morning was silent, and a day later the skies darkened, thunderclouds forming slowly until they stayed, blocking the sun. The coven wasn't heard from again, and darkness reigned over the forest surrounding their uninhabited manor, except for Tenebria who found herself awake in her bed on the seventh day, alone, and powerful.
Anastasia Belladonna
Name: Anastasia Belladonna
Species: half-Elf, Witch
Aliases: The Fury
Gender/Pronouns: She/her
Sexual/Romantic Orientation: Bi, male lean
Age: 18-24 (varies between rp)
Occupation: Court mage, soldier, mercenary
Height: 5'10
Build: Lean
Skin Tone: Alabaster
Hair: White
Eyes: Storm cloud grey
Identifying Marks: The symbol of chaos on her right shoulder, burned into her skin.
Appearance: Down below
Personality: Quiet, she was trained by her mother to lay low and work from the shadows, she makes friends quickly but only a few truly know her and gain her trust. She is cold, and fears growing close to others because she knows she is a danger.
Motivations: To protect what she cares for, to stop evil and not be consumed by it.
Best Quality: Loyalty
Worst Quality: Explosive temper
Fears: Losing control of her magic, hurting others she cares for, drowning.
Hobbies: Cooking, botany, knife throwing
Skills: Sorcery and magic, knife throwing, dagger use.
Powers & Abilities: Chaos magic; she is able to mimic any spell or incantation she sees or hears and keeps it in her arsenal. All forms of telekinesis, healing spells, illusionary, the summoning of portals, and transmutation.
Weaknesses: She isn't physically super strong, and can be knocked around by brute force. If distracted or injured her magic can falter.
Strengths: She has mastered almost all forms of magic, including necromancy. Things like siren songs, Gorgon's stare and other magic influences don't affect her.
Backstory: Anastasia was born to a powerful and secretive coven of witches, blessed or cursed with the mark of chaos she was destined by the fates for great things. Whether it be destruction or protection, she was trained from day one to harness her power, but some information came into the wrong hands and the coven was attacked, escaping without knowledge of her parent's survival she ran, finding her own path.
Species: half-Elf, Witch
Aliases: The Fury
Gender/Pronouns: She/her
Sexual/Romantic Orientation: Bi, male lean
Age: 18-24 (varies between rp)
Occupation: Court mage, soldier, mercenary
Height: 5'10
Build: Lean
Skin Tone: Alabaster
Hair: White
Eyes: Storm cloud grey
Identifying Marks: The symbol of chaos on her right shoulder, burned into her skin.
Appearance: Down below
Personality: Quiet, she was trained by her mother to lay low and work from the shadows, she makes friends quickly but only a few truly know her and gain her trust. She is cold, and fears growing close to others because she knows she is a danger.
Motivations: To protect what she cares for, to stop evil and not be consumed by it.
Best Quality: Loyalty
Worst Quality: Explosive temper
Fears: Losing control of her magic, hurting others she cares for, drowning.
Hobbies: Cooking, botany, knife throwing
Skills: Sorcery and magic, knife throwing, dagger use.
Powers & Abilities: Chaos magic; she is able to mimic any spell or incantation she sees or hears and keeps it in her arsenal. All forms of telekinesis, healing spells, illusionary, the summoning of portals, and transmutation.
Weaknesses: She isn't physically super strong, and can be knocked around by brute force. If distracted or injured her magic can falter.
Strengths: She has mastered almost all forms of magic, including necromancy. Things like siren songs, Gorgon's stare and other magic influences don't affect her.
Backstory: Anastasia was born to a powerful and secretive coven of witches, blessed or cursed with the mark of chaos she was destined by the fates for great things. Whether it be destruction or protection, she was trained from day one to harness her power, but some information came into the wrong hands and the coven was attacked, escaping without knowledge of her parent's survival she ran, finding her own path.
Fyren Blodmane
Name: Fyren Blodmåne
Species: Werewolf
Aliases: The: Wolf, Hunter, Ghost
Gender/Pronouns: He/him
Sexual/Romantic Orientation: Bi
Age: 18-24 (varies between rp)
Occupation: Mercenary, sellsword, assassin
Height: 6'3
Build: Muscular
Skin Tone: Alabaster
Hair: Auburn
Eyes: gold
Identifying Marks: scar under his left eye looks like it was from a knife
Appearance: profile picture
Personality: Outwardly seen as cold and calculating but he really just needs to find someone he can truly trust. He is kind-hearted and caring for those that deserve it.
Motivations: Money, Justice, love, The Fates.
Best Quality: Sheer determination
Worst Quality: Arrogance
Fears: losing those he cares for, spiders... wolfsbane
Hobbies: Hunting, gardening, sparring.
Skills: Archery, swordsmanship, cardio, espionage, stealth.
Powers & Abilities: Werewolf form; A monstrous 9-foot-tall bipedal werewolf, dark brown with swirls of red for fur marks his uniqueness among the species, claws deadlier than daggers, strength matched by almost nothing. He can shift at will, and partially shift i.e. have claws for a moment. Full moons still force a shift, and his control waivers the longer he is in his wolf form.
In his human state, he has enhanced senses, strength, speed, healing, and reflexes.
Weaknesses: Wolfsbane, saps his strength and makes him unable to shift, extremely painful if it gets in his bloodstream. Magic, his resistance to physical issues is almost perfect, but his magic defense is very lacking.
Strengths: His bloodline developed immunity to silver, it no longer burns, saps strength, or stops shifts, but does slow healing ability slightly if injured by it. Physical strength, and speed. He is rather intelligent.
Backstory: Fyren was born as a direct descendant of the first werewolves, almost no other could match his strength until he challenged his father, the alpha, in a fit of rage. He was too young, and lost the duel, faced with banishment from the pack he left, to forge his own path in the world.
Species: Werewolf
Aliases: The: Wolf, Hunter, Ghost
Gender/Pronouns: He/him
Sexual/Romantic Orientation: Bi
Age: 18-24 (varies between rp)
Occupation: Mercenary, sellsword, assassin
Height: 6'3
Build: Muscular
Skin Tone: Alabaster
Hair: Auburn
Eyes: gold
Identifying Marks: scar under his left eye looks like it was from a knife
Appearance: profile picture
Personality: Outwardly seen as cold and calculating but he really just needs to find someone he can truly trust. He is kind-hearted and caring for those that deserve it.
Motivations: Money, Justice, love, The Fates.
Best Quality: Sheer determination
Worst Quality: Arrogance
Fears: losing those he cares for, spiders... wolfsbane
Hobbies: Hunting, gardening, sparring.
Skills: Archery, swordsmanship, cardio, espionage, stealth.
Powers & Abilities: Werewolf form; A monstrous 9-foot-tall bipedal werewolf, dark brown with swirls of red for fur marks his uniqueness among the species, claws deadlier than daggers, strength matched by almost nothing. He can shift at will, and partially shift i.e. have claws for a moment. Full moons still force a shift, and his control waivers the longer he is in his wolf form.
In his human state, he has enhanced senses, strength, speed, healing, and reflexes.
Weaknesses: Wolfsbane, saps his strength and makes him unable to shift, extremely painful if it gets in his bloodstream. Magic, his resistance to physical issues is almost perfect, but his magic defense is very lacking.
Strengths: His bloodline developed immunity to silver, it no longer burns, saps strength, or stops shifts, but does slow healing ability slightly if injured by it. Physical strength, and speed. He is rather intelligent.
Backstory: Fyren was born as a direct descendant of the first werewolves, almost no other could match his strength until he challenged his father, the alpha, in a fit of rage. He was too young, and lost the duel, faced with banishment from the pack he left, to forge his own path in the world.