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I have been around for this many years. I am a race and affiliated with faction. I am on team twenty as a player./My job is something cool and awesome. I am gender. (Optional) I am interested in gender(s).
I have been around for this many years. I am a race and affiliated with faction. I am on team twenty as a player./My job is something cool and awesome. I am gender. (Optional) I am interested in gender(s).
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Posted: Fri Oct 09, 2015 7:37 pm
Ithus - Team One
is a faction of different factions, tribes, and many different races. The factions are ruled individually, but they are all under the rule of the draconian race. Their terrain has many mountains, plains, and some forest. The most predominant races that live here are the Roc, Valkyrie, Nymphs, Draconians, and Elves. The warriors of Ithus are chosen from those attending an academy that is designed to train its students specifically for these games.
Malandaia - Team Two
is characterized by vast plains, forests, and swamps. This nation too has many factions and tribes. This nation is ruled by a counsel. Each faction has its own ruler that is also part of this central counsel. Malandaia is the most diverse nation. Their most common races are Elves, Drow, Werecreatures, Nymphs, Humans, Siren, some demons, some darklings, and other darker creatures turned more toward light. Malandaia chooses its champions by holding a tournament. Participants fight many one on one battles. The winners go off to the games.
Zeladis - Team Three
is the faction that is least diverse and most dark. They have barren wastelands, dark forests, mountains, and canyons. Their races are mostly Vampires, Demons, Darklings, Weres, Incubus, and Drow. They are ruled by the vampire king and queen who seek to unite the world under one empire. The people there are shady and not to be trusted. Travel to Zeladis is difficult for outsiders. They often disappear.Team Zeladis is hand chosen by the monarchy.
Posted: Fri Oct 09, 2015 7:38 pm
This book has a wealth of knowledge on the various species you might be facing or even working alongside. The book's author, Isabella Varacosa, has enchanted each copy to update as she adds new information so no copy will ever be outdated. A copy of this book is located in each team base.
"The extraordinary is not in who we are, but what we do."
I have been around for 977 years. I am an elf and affiliated with Malandaia. I am on team two as a fighter/scout. Males suit my fancy more than females do.
I have a few nicknames. Grey fox - Scarlet shadow But I would rather you call me Kiri.
↣ A b i l i t i e s ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ Weaponry and armor - Dual elven-crafted daggers: The daggers are relatively unremarkable aside from the usual elven durability. They are enchanted to resonate with his unique magic though, allowing him to imbue elemental effects directly onto the blades. - Combat spikes: They are pointed metal spikes roughly a foot in length designed for puncturing skin and armor. They can be used at close range or thrown like a projectile. For the latter use, he tends to carry about twenty with an extra two exclusively for close-range. - Wires: Kiri also carries a few spools of highly durable wire for a variety of uses, such as traps, detection webs or as a garrote. - Custom Light armor: Kiri's distinct outfit is both functional and fashionable. Elven crafted and enchanted to be as protective as more covering leather armor, including exposed skin. The only obvious exception is his face and head, of course. He often dons a matching cloak with the outfit, either for concealment or warmth depending on the situation. There are also pants and boots not shown in the image, the pants actually designed to expose his outer thighs and the same enchantment still applies.
Powers and abilities - Elven agility and longevity. - Stealth mastery and mastery of the assassination arts. - Elemental sigil magic: Unlike most elves, Kiri practices a unique form of magic that lets him create sigils of the six magical elements, fire, water, earth, wind, light and shadow. A single sigil has little power, such as a fire sigil only able to function as a torch alone, but by combining several in different arrangements their power can increase exponentially. Said arrangements require a hand gesture, so if his hands are kept busy he cannot cast them effectively.
↣ P e r s o n a l i t y ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ Kiri is a rarity among elves in that he actively wanted to explore the world and the people that lived in it, driven by a curiosity that continues to this day. That said, he is more worldly for the time and he has some knowledge of other cultures. On a personal level he is rather polite and kind, if a bit distant when discussing himself. He cares for his allies and his friends, but it is heavily recommended you do not threaten them in front of him. His wrath is best described as a tranquil fury that very, very few people have survived.
↣ M y x S t o r y ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ Kiri's history is largely unknown prior to his wanderings, including who began training him in the skills he currently has. He completed the training on his own during his travels and refined his skills even further, but the source is still a mystery. This is less a matter of him not talking about it and more the fact that it does not seem to come up in conversation or he never gets a chance to answer. Aside from that, Kiri has a rather... distinct reputation, though it is mostly under his title, The Grey Fox. Early in his travels he discovered a knack for slipping in and out of places unseen and to make coin he posted vague ads for those who would be interested. He was careful to keep his face unseen and would often communicate by written notes when meeting a client. Even so, as an elf he had a natural allure and several clients tried to offer more for a chance to see his face at the very least. He always declined. He kept up with it until he stopped taking petty clients and worked his way into having more... respectable ones. The items he was asked to retrieve weren't in people's homes, but in ruins or dangerous areas that only someone of his skill had a chance of infiltrating. The rumors of him lingered a bit too long and his race was implied to be one of the more long-lived ones, though no one could figure out which. This led him to change his services and his title to the Scarlet Shadow and specializing in the... removal of unwanted persons. He kept his more upscale contacts, though the work eventually became too political for his tastes. He changed his services a third time, now exclusively working as a private monster hunter while publicly considered an adventurer of sorts.
↣ H o w x I x G o t x H e r e ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ Kiri's entry to the games was a bit... tricky, to say the least. Both of his titles were heavily sought after, but no one knew who the person was behind them. He entered Malandaia's tournament and quickly won a mysterious series of forfeits followed by a single, overwhelming victory over his final opponent. His skill in stealth made it all too easy to find out who he'd be fighting next, track them down, then scare them into forfeiting the match. There was technically nothing in the rules against it, though he let the last match play out to show he had skill and wasn't just lucky.
"The extraordinary is not in who we are, but what we do."
I have been around for 977 years. I am an elf and affiliated with Malandaia. I am on team two as a fighter/scout. Males suit my fancy more than females do.
I have a few nicknames. Grey fox - Scarlet shadow But I would rather you call me Kiri.
↣ A b i l i t i e s ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ Weaponry and armor - Dual elven-crafted daggers: The daggers are relatively unremarkable aside from the usual elven durability. They are enchanted to resonate with his unique magic though, allowing him to imbue elemental effects directly onto the blades. - Combat spikes: They are pointed metal spikes roughly a foot in length designed for puncturing skin and armor. They can be used at close range or thrown like a projectile. For the latter use, he tends to carry about twenty with an extra two exclusively for close-range. - Wires: Kiri also carries a few spools of highly durable wire for a variety of uses, such as traps, detection webs or as a garrote. - Custom Light armor: Kiri's distinct outfit is both functional and fashionable. Elven crafted and enchanted to be as protective as more covering leather armor, including exposed skin. The only obvious exception is his face and head, of course. He often dons a matching cloak with the outfit, either for concealment or warmth depending on the situation. There are also pants and boots not shown in the image, the pants actually designed to expose his outer thighs and the same enchantment still applies.
Powers and abilities - Elven agility and longevity. - Stealth mastery and mastery of the assassination arts. - Elemental sigil magic: Unlike most elves, Kiri practices a unique form of magic that lets him create sigils of the six magical elements, fire, water, earth, wind, light and shadow. A single sigil has little power, such as a fire sigil only able to function as a torch alone, but by combining several in different arrangements their power can increase exponentially. Said arrangements require a hand gesture, so if his hands are kept busy he cannot cast them effectively.
↣ P e r s o n a l i t y ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ Kiri is a rarity among elves in that he actively wanted to explore the world and the people that lived in it, driven by a curiosity that continues to this day. That said, he is more worldly for the time and he has some knowledge of other cultures. On a personal level he is rather polite and kind, if a bit distant when discussing himself. He cares for his allies and his friends, but it is heavily recommended you do not threaten them in front of him. His wrath is best described as a tranquil fury that very, very few people have survived.
↣ M y x S t o r y ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ Kiri's history is largely unknown prior to his wanderings, including who began training him in the skills he currently has. He completed the training on his own during his travels and refined his skills even further, but the source is still a mystery. This is less a matter of him not talking about it and more the fact that it does not seem to come up in conversation or he never gets a chance to answer. Aside from that, Kiri has a rather... distinct reputation, though it is mostly under his title, The Grey Fox. Early in his travels he discovered a knack for slipping in and out of places unseen and to make coin he posted vague ads for those who would be interested. He was careful to keep his face unseen and would often communicate by written notes when meeting a client. Even so, as an elf he had a natural allure and several clients tried to offer more for a chance to see his face at the very least. He always declined. He kept up with it until he stopped taking petty clients and worked his way into having more... respectable ones. The items he was asked to retrieve weren't in people's homes, but in ruins or dangerous areas that only someone of his skill had a chance of infiltrating. The rumors of him lingered a bit too long and his race was implied to be one of the more long-lived ones, though no one could figure out which. This led him to change his services and his title to the Scarlet Shadow and specializing in the... removal of unwanted persons. He kept his more upscale contacts, though the work eventually became too political for his tastes. He changed his services a third time, now exclusively working as a private monster hunter while publicly considered an adventurer of sorts.
↣ H o w x I x G o t x H e r e ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ Kiri's entry to the games was a bit... tricky, to say the least. Both of his titles were heavily sought after, but no one knew who the person was behind them. He entered Malandaia's tournament and quickly won a mysterious series of forfeits followed by a single, overwhelming victory over his final opponent. His skill in stealth made it all too easy to find out who he'd be fighting next, track them down, then scare them into forfeiting the match. There was technically nothing in the rules against it, though he let the last match play out to show he had skill and wasn't just lucky.
First profile, yay!
Looks good to me! emotion_bigheart Also loving the music omfg i need to catch up in RWBY. Go ahead and get that on over to the profile thread and I'll get your icon worked in! Thank you so much for being so speedy Another note, I don't remember if you were part of the skype OOC chat in the last GoM. Do you wanna be in this one? It's not too loud yet so you won't get constantly bombarded with skype bloops
"The extraordinary is not in who we are, but what we do."
I have been around for 977 years. I am an elf and affiliated with Malandaia. I am on team two as a fighter/scout. Males suit my fancy more than females do.
I have a few nicknames. Grey fox - Scarlet shadow But I would rather you call me Kiri.
↣ A b i l i t i e s ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ Weaponry and armor - Dual elven-crafted daggers: The daggers are relatively unremarkable aside from the usual elven durability. They are enchanted to resonate with his unique magic though, allowing him to imbue elemental effects directly onto the blades. - Combat spikes: They are pointed metal spikes roughly a foot in length designed for puncturing skin and armor. They can be used at close range or thrown like a projectile. For the latter use, he tends to carry about twenty with an extra two exclusively for close-range. - Wires: Kiri also carries a few spools of highly durable wire for a variety of uses, such as traps, detection webs or as a garrote. - Custom Light armor: Kiri's distinct outfit is both functional and fashionable. Elven crafted and enchanted to be as protective as more covering leather armor, including exposed skin. The only obvious exception is his face and head, of course. He often dons a matching cloak with the outfit, either for concealment or warmth depending on the situation. There are also pants and boots not shown in the image, the pants actually designed to expose his outer thighs and the same enchantment still applies.
Powers and abilities - Elven agility and longevity. - Stealth mastery and mastery of the assassination arts. - Elemental sigil magic: Unlike most elves, Kiri practices a unique form of magic that lets him create sigils of the six magical elements, fire, water, earth, wind, light and shadow. A single sigil has little power, such as a fire sigil only able to function as a torch alone, but by combining several in different arrangements their power can increase exponentially. Said arrangements require a hand gesture, so if his hands are kept busy he cannot cast them effectively.
↣ P e r s o n a l i t y ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ Kiri is a rarity among elves in that he actively wanted to explore the world and the people that lived in it, driven by a curiosity that continues to this day. That said, he is more worldly for the time and he has some knowledge of other cultures. On a personal level he is rather polite and kind, if a bit distant when discussing himself. He cares for his allies and his friends, but it is heavily recommended you do not threaten them in front of him. His wrath is best described as a tranquil fury that very, very few people have survived.
↣ M y x S t o r y ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ Kiri's history is largely unknown prior to his wanderings, including who began training him in the skills he currently has. He completed the training on his own during his travels and refined his skills even further, but the source is still a mystery. This is less a matter of him not talking about it and more the fact that it does not seem to come up in conversation or he never gets a chance to answer. Aside from that, Kiri has a rather... distinct reputation, though it is mostly under his title, The Grey Fox. Early in his travels he discovered a knack for slipping in and out of places unseen and to make coin he posted vague ads for those who would be interested. He was careful to keep his face unseen and would often communicate by written notes when meeting a client. Even so, as an elf he had a natural allure and several clients tried to offer more for a chance to see his face at the very least. He always declined. He kept up with it until he stopped taking petty clients and worked his way into having more... respectable ones. The items he was asked to retrieve weren't in people's homes, but in ruins or dangerous areas that only someone of his skill had a chance of infiltrating. The rumors of him lingered a bit too long and his race was implied to be one of the more long-lived ones, though no one could figure out which. This led him to change his services and his title to the Scarlet Shadow and specializing in the... removal of unwanted persons. He kept his more upscale contacts, though the work eventually became too political for his tastes. He changed his services a third time, now exclusively working as a private monster hunter while publicly considered an adventurer of sorts.
↣ H o w x I x G o t x H e r e ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ Kiri's entry to the games was a bit... tricky, to say the least. Both of his titles were heavily sought after, but no one knew who the person was behind them. He entered Malandaia's tournament and quickly won a mysterious series of forfeits followed by a single, overwhelming victory over his final opponent. His skill in stealth made it all too easy to find out who he'd be fighting next, track them down, then scare them into forfeiting the match. There was technically nothing in the rules against it, though he let the last match play out to show he had skill and wasn't just lucky.
First profile, yay!
Looks good to me! emotion_bigheart Also loving the music omfg i need to catch up in RWBY. Go ahead and get that on over to the profile thread and I'll get your icon worked in! Thank you so much for being so speedy Another note, I don't remember if you were part of the skype OOC chat in the last GoM. Do you wanna be in this one? It's not too loud yet so you won't get constantly bombarded with skype bloops
I'm not overly active on Skype in the first place, so I wasn't part of the original. It's honestly a lot easier to contact me through gaia if necessary.
Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2015 10:43 pm
wahmbulance I took out the nickname part and the orientation part. wahmbulance They were unnecessary. :p
"A wise girl kisses but doesn't love, listens but doesn't believe, and leaves before she is left."
I have been around for twenty-five years. I am a werelion and affiliated with Zeladis. I am on team three as a player.
↣ A b i l i t i e s ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ As the rest of my family, I can turn into a large lion. My bite will turn others into my kind if they are compatible. If not, it will likely kill them. I am also skilled with a sword. From a young age, I practiced with one until I was considered deadly with it. I also carry a dagger on me. It's hidden under my clothing.
↣ M y x S t o r y ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ I was born to wealthy parents who ruled over a sizable pride of werelions. As their oldest daughter, I was to inherit their holdings and position in the pride. But that of course can't happen now for I left Malandaia and became a servant of the Zeladian crown. How does one such as myself fall that far you ask? I fell in love. I was going to get married in secret to a drow that I cared for very much. He was my everything. But my family felt differently about him. They wanted me to wed a strong and respectable werecat to rule alongside me. But my mind was made.
The night of our wedding, my to be husband was found dead. A cup had fallen from his grasp which led me to believe he was poisoned. My family would never admit it but I fully believe that it was my parents who had him murdered. At once, I began to search for a way to bring him back. I couldn't bear the thought of living my life without him by my side. After searching and searching, I found a sorcerer that claimed he could bring anyone back from the dead. I contacted him at once. Then, I was off to Zeladis.
The sorcerer's magic wouldn't come cheap. I had to give up my freedom in order to save my beloved. Though the price was high, I paid it in a heartbeat. Anything to give back the life that was stolen from my love. The sorcerer took some of my blood and placed it into a pendant. Then, he completed the spell. Some time after, I had realized that the pendant held power over me. The sorcerer, when wearing it, could command me to do what he wished. It could have been worse I guess. He just had me doing busy work around his house.
My beloved and I were happy for a time. He stayed with me in Zeladis while I worked for the sorcerer. But, he began to want more. Eventually, he found himself to be miserable, tied to a woman who was bound to serve someone else for the rest of her life. I watched his state worsen and worsen until one day he didn't come back to me. I never saw him again. Words cannot describe the pain this caused me. But eventually, my pain turned into a malice that burned inside me for years. How dare this man leave me after I sacrificed everything for him?
After discovering how good I was with a sword, the sorcerer sold me and my pendant to the royal army. There, my skills were further honed. In a couple of years, I was placed among the most elite warriors of Zeladis.
↣ H o w x I x G o t x H e r e ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ My commander recommended me to the king and queen for participation in the games. Since the sorcerer's pendant controlled me, I would be the perfect pawn. The leader of team three currently holds the pendant. If worn, the leader may command me to do anything within my power.
"Do you know suffering? Yes? Mmm, let me show you what actual suffering is..."
I have been around for 2000 years. I am a Demon and affiliated with Zeladis. I am on team three as the Leader. Females suit my fancy more than males do. I'm not a fan of Males in general, so I tend to favor the Women.
↣ A b i l i t i e s ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ The main ability he has is to see without actually seeing. He is physically blind, his eyes are a milky, pearlescent white in color. He actually sees using Aura's. In this way, he can actually see where everything is better than with what physical sight ever provided. Though everything is in shades of blue, he can pick up some other colors faintly. If someone is in a intense mood, he can pick up on it by the color of their aura. He isn't blind to detail either, so don't think he doesn't know what you look like or what your doing around him.
Though most demons have the ability to cast illusions, which he is pretty good at, he has another ability that has proved to be more useful. He can control Earth. As long as he has an open source of Earth, he can mend and bend it however he wishes. He has mastered it to the point that he can even control crystals and gems. One of his most famous tricks is to encase someone in Crystal, something he did to a long time enemy of the Zeladis Monarchy. They still have the being trapped and displayed in the castle to this day...
He has two weapons he keeps on him at all times. One is a Hand Spear that can extend into a full sized spear. He is deadly accurate with it so be careful on getting near him. The other is a gold whip. This helps him hit and grab things farther away, which is is also accurate with. His whip is usually curled and hanging on his hip, the spear is either in hand or on the opposite side of his whip.
↣ P e r s o n a l i t y ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ Cold, Calculating, Intimidating, Determined, and on the sadistic side, Morpheus is someone that most try to avoid. He has a sense of power when he speaks that tends to compel demons younger than him, or at least make them flinch. He has a aura of leadership and people tend to trust his decision and knowledge. Morpheus is without mercy, at least that is what he leads others to believe. No one he has come across to date has every been shown a shred of mercy or pity. Most have been tortured for even standing in his way or encased and preserved in beautiful crystal or gems to be showed off for the rest of their forced existence.
↣ M y x S t o r y ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ Morpheus has been without a human form to hide in for over half his life. He was born a demon, but the darker pulls of his kind were to tempting to ignore. He lived most of his life on his own, traveling from place to place to stay out of the light of the world. It was during his travels that he lost his sight, having come across a being he shouldn't have messed with. You see, at the time he still was able to hide his horns and demonic features, including his dark skin. A sorceress came across him who could see through his disguise and made it known. He tried to ignore her, but she followed him where ever he went. He tried to ignore her persistent following, but after a while he finally turned to confront her. According to her, if he acted against her he would have to pay.
He was young at the time for a Demon, and didn't care what the price was. He just wanted the annoying woman away from him. He killed her, without her having lifted a finger to fight back. In that moment he felt pain and everything around him turned black. The black faded into a fuzzy blue, and his surroundings became foreign to him. At first he thought maybe it would go away, his sight would come back. But it never did, and he realized it was because of the woman that he now had no physical sight. Time passed, and he learned he liked this new sight a lot better. It was only a little time afterward that he found himself in Zeladis. Battles were being fought, and everyone had to pick a side. He was considered an outcast when he first came in, and was attacked on a daily basis no matter where he went.
Every person he came across was either captured or killed. Coffins of crystal were left behind him in a trail, which the Monarchy took interest in. They summoned him against his will, and he was forced to fight in front of them like an animal. He won the fight, killing everything around him with ease. They liked him, and placed him in their army. From there it was easy, he worked his way up the ranks until he finally earned his right to be a General. Any battle he was thrown into after that moment was never lost, and Zeladis has been bragging about their victory card. As the time for the Games drew near, they made him a proposition. Enter the Games and win, or be stripped of his title. With no choice but to move forward, Morpheus was given the title as Leader and made head of their hand picked team.
↣ H o w x I x G o t x H e r e ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ Morpheus had an advantage when it came to being picked for the games. Under the King and Queen, he is their most prized General. Many battles have been fought and won because of this man, this demon who seems to know nothing but victory. Because of his power and the confidence the Monarchy has in his, they picked him to be the Leader of the team. Morpheus has a true reason to win and drive his team to the top. Before letting him go after telling him the news, they made a very important point. If he did not win for them, if he 'allowed' their team to lose, he would be stripped of his title as General and lose honor with them. Knowing the stakes, Morpheus has no choice but to make sure that his team wins at all costs...more for himself than any other.
((I'll put up the small square pic later, I can't do it right now. Also let me know if I need to change anything, I pretty much just copied the old profile and brought it over.))
"When lost in utter darkness, there is nothing left but forwards."
I have been around for twenty seven years. Um, I'm a human, mostly, I think... or at least I was. Currently I fight for Malandaia. I am on team two as a destroyer... I hit things hard. I'm a female... I hope that would be obvious. Who do I like? Um... I can go... both... ways...
↣ A b i l i t i e s ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ Weapons and Armor
The Breaker - Um, um, I was given this hammer back when I was thirteen. It's really heavy. I have to be careful where I set it down. If I lean it against a wall, it can break the wall. Anyways, It's a big war hammer, very heavy, very strong, Indestructible even. No one else I have met can even lift it. It lets me break the ground with a tremendous roar if I want to. It has lots of magic and enchantments in it, but no one knows what they are, well except one of them, but I'll get to that later. Anyways, simply put, it is a big, incredibly heavy, indestructible hammer.
Plate mail - My armor is just normal old plate mail. Well... um, mostly. It has been enchanted to withstand the stress I can put on it, so I don't accidentally break it if I start raging... or you know... grow spontaneous wings. Which I guess counts as stress... Um, It's not indestructible though... at least, not to my knowledge.
¯ ¯ ↘ Powers and Abilities Master of Arms - So... While I am most comfortable with my hammer and fists, I can use any weapon really well, at master level at least... But, unless they are indestructible like my hammer, my strength will probably break them... Sorry...
Titantic Strength - I am strong, very strong. It gets me in trouble. I can knock a house down, a sturdy house too, not some ramshackle peasant cottage. I don't think I could knock an entire fort over... maybe a wall, if I used my hammer, and hit it hard enough.
Titanic Fortitude - I am good at taking hits. I can take a lot of hits and not care much. Physical damage just doesn't seem to bother me. Magic is a problem though. I resist it a bit better than humans would, but not much.
Combat Reflexes - I am not very fast... but I can be agile. I had to fight for a long, long time during my... training. I have good reflexes, and above average speed and agility, but only slightly.
Chimeric Rage - Um... due to my... unique... upbringing, I have the blood of dozens of magical creatures in my veins, at the least. It was to create a 'perfect warrior'. Feh... Anyways, in times of battle, sometimes the blood takes over, not very often, but it happens. I become... dangerous... emotionless... a killer. I can and will kill any who stand before me without distinction while in such a rage... Please... be careful of me.
Chimeric Form - When I have taken a great deal of damage, sometimes I lose control a bit more than usual. The blood in me starts to take over, altering my body, I can grow claws, fangs, wings, tails, scales, and more. Such transformations are random, I have no control over them, so sometimes they are useless. Some though can be useful in the right circumstances.
The Dying Dragon - This is the only magical ability I have, otherwise I am incapable of using any magic. This magic comes from The Breaker, not me. Anyways, should I desire, I can smash the ground with my hammer, causing the earth in the immediate area to shake and split. From the splits geysers of molten lava and burning stone erupt forth. The name of the attack comes from the sound it makes, which I have been told sounds almost exactly like a dying dragons roar.
Maelstrom - Um... I am not sure if this is an ability, but I am proud of it because I made it myself so I will list it here. Um, I swing The Breaker in a massive arc, and let the weight and momentum of the swing pull me into a rapid spin. At that point I spin in place kind of like a maelstrom of metal, which is where the name came from. I spin really fast, fast enough that coming close while I am spinning is almost impossible. Doing so will result in having your bones shattered... if you are lucky. I can't keep up the spin for too long though, so much force and momentum is a strain even on my body.
↣ P e r s o n a l i t y ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ I... I don't like conflict... Conflict is bad, but fighting is all I can do... I am good at fighting, People say I become emotionless and brutal in combat. I don't know, I remember fighting, but I scarcely remember what I think when I fight. Maybe I am emotionless and brutal when I fight... I don't like thinking of that, I would rather just be friendly and kind... I like being gentle, then I can play with animals, I like animals, they don't judge me for what I am... Oh, right, we are talking about me yes? I like to think I am kind, and helpful, and friendly. I certainly hope I am at least... Oh... Siel says I am far too timid... I guess that is due to my lack of experience with the real world. Angry people are scary, and sometimes when I make a mistake it makes me cry.
↣ M y x S t o r y ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ I... Need to talk about my past? Can we not, please? I don't want to... No? I... I really have to? Alright... I guess I can talk. I won't like it thought, it makes me sad... Ok, I'll start where I remember. I do not remember where I come from. I remember wandering around a town, it was a mean place, a poor place, for the most part. There was a small section of the town that was rich, with big houses and people who could afford anything they wanted. I lived on the edge of that part of town. Maybe my family lived in one of those big houses, maybe I could have had a happy, peaceful life... free of fear... free of want. I never had a chance to have that life... or maybe I did, for a short time. I was six at the time, I don't know why I remember that, when funny men came by. They said some words I couldn't understand, and then I wasn't in town, I wasn't anywhere I remembered, I was in what was to become a living hell, a nightmare.
I was taken, though I knew this not at the time, by a group working, I think, for Zeladis, I could be wrong, they never let on who they worked for, but someone had to have funded them, it was a large operation, and the men were not fighters, so they had to have outside help to supply them with the dangerous creatures and magical blood used in their experiments. Yes, I was an experiment... Me and a number of other children. We were all taken from... somewhere. Then changed. At the time, we knew nothing about what was happening to us. Now I know what was happening to us however. The injections we were given... the magic we were bathed in... It was all to make us the ultimate warriors, the perfect weapons. We were injected with the blood of many magical creatures, and bathed in the essence of their magic, an effort to cause us to absorb and consume to the powers the creatures naturally contained. Twenty three children were taken for the experiment, of all of them, only I survived to the end of the procedures. At the time however, I was not told that, I was simply told the others had finished their treatment, and had been sent away. I remember the pain the treatments caused us, as if my body was tearing itself apart from the inside out, then stitching itself back together with barbed wire, which is not unlike what was happening in my body. Such is what occurs in the creation of creatures like myself.
I was thirteen when they told me the treatments were finished, and they sent me away, sending me to a new facility. They presented my hammer to me when I arrived, a relic of ages past, and gave me one order, survive. Thus began three years of fear, pain, agony, and hatred. I have never hated anyone so much as the researchers and 'doctors' who were always watching me, monitoring me as I fought for my life every hour of every day of my life for those grueling three years. I had no opportunity to try and fight back, for as much as I hate conflict, the men and women at the facility, in charge of the travesty that created me, deserved to be condemned to the worst of agonies, and I would have slain them gladly given the chance, which, one day, arrived in the form of a small mercenary woman named Siel. Siel had somehow discovered the facility, and to find this one is was clear she had found the original facility I was in as well, which likely meant it was destroyed. However, the facility had been designed to contain the monstrosity I had become, and as such Siel found herself in a bit deeper than she expected. However, her intrusion gave me the opportunity I needed, they were too preoccupied to be watching me, so I fell upon the distracted guards with the combined wrath of all the monsters who lived in my blood.
After the chaos ended, Siel took me with her, rescuing me from the hell I had always been stuck in, giving me a place to belong, a family of sorts, a place I could call home. For eleven years since I remained with Siel, where she went, I went. We made our living as a pair of mercenaries, I put aside my dislike of combat for Siel's sake. But nothing can last forever. Siel was injured during a job, seriously enough she can no longer do mercenary work. She told me the games were beginning soon, and that she had planned to have me try and enter. I decided to honor that desire, and entered the tournament in Malandaia, where we currently resided, to earn a spot on the team for the games.
↣ H o w x I x G o t x H e r e ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ The tournament was a bit too easy honestly. I didn't have a single hard match. Siel told me not to use my hammer though, she said I would kill too many of my opponents, and I didn't want to do that. She had me train on holding back, so I wouldn't accidentally break things, like necks, and skulls. That would have been bad. Anyways, none of my matches were really difficult, though my last match was a scary looking person, he was... different. A berserker maybe? Anyways, due to the way he was acting, I might have overreacted when I hit him... I think I might have broken something. He didn't die though! That's good... right?
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You're both good! I'll get you two some icons and toss them up! Feel free to post in the profile thread as soon as you can (I'll get the Leader up in the right place too)
Posted: Thu Oct 22, 2015 9:16 pm
↘ xxxxRoyce Roulette and Dante Virgilsxxxx ↙ |_________________________________________________|
↣ Dawn Embracing the Night ↤
"I had my chance to love, and was fortuitous enough to be loved in return. I cannot take that chance away from you.” “But I took everything from you! How can you still show me such kindness?!”
I have been around 836 years. Though only the past 24 have been spent fused. I am a phantom possessed Phoenix and affiliated with Malandaia. I am on team two as a player I am Male. I am interested in Females.
↣ A b i l i t i e s ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ Though their bodies have become fused Royce remains as the primary person controlling their new hybrid body. Their powers being the amalgamation of a Phoenix and Vampire’s both at diluted quantities. During the day his Phoenix based powers of magic are significantly stronger while at night his vampiric powers and reflexes are heightened. It is currently unknown what will happen to the pair the next time Dante’s phoenix body must be reborn. Though Royce is the dominant spirit in control occasionally Dante will step in taking control of the body to get him out of particularly rough situations. Given that his body is no longer vampiric he does not suffer from damage in the sun though turquoise and wood are both still quite harmful. The same is said too of both onyx and frigid attacks, while not as harmful they still do more than normal amounts of harm to the unusual hybrid. The weapon of choice for the pair is a long ornate sword that once belonged to Royce before he was mortally wounded.
↣ P e r s o n a l i t y ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ When Royce is the primary soul in command of the body his actions are a bit more self-centered, he is charming and complimentary though one with a sharp mind can see his smile hides proverbial fangs… and literal ones. He is prideful and cunning, though is not without kindness and generosity. While his cold vampiric instincts drive him to be tactful and domineering, a silver tongued devil wrapped in black velvet Dante’s more calm kind spirit softens the vampire’s cold heart. When Dante is in control he is far more reserved, treating all life as sacred. Though he never intentionally kills in combat Royce’s darker tendencies have pushed the phoenix to go farther than he ever thought he would.
↣ M y x S t o r y ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ It depends on which of us you are asking. We were once two now conjoined through an act of desperation and kindness. My name is Dante Virgils I was once of the Phoenix race. My life began as did the few others I am able to call kin. A birth of fire and a flash of life. Throughout my life I have experienced much, adventure, passion, heart ache, sadness, regret, joy, and happiness. Through it all I would change nothing even the decision that left me as I am now. To recount the entirety of my life would be quite the undertaking and I fear I would bore you with exposition of an old bird’s life. To make this more concise I shall address the last few decades alone. I was nearing the end of my eighth cycle of rebirth. Though my body was just shy of fifty years or so from the rapid aging process. I found myself in a small hamlet unsullied by the world. By this time my mind and body had grown powerful and I was able to mask my true self rather well. However hidden amongst the people was a true treasure. A woman, Aria, whose kindness and voice stole away my heart from all others. We became close and soon found ourselves spirited away in our life together. Aria tended to the wounded who occasionally wandered through the village while I used my magic to fend off those who came to spoil the tranquility these innocent people had worked tirelessly to maintain. One day he fell upon the dirt road. A man draped in a black cloak a wooden shard plowed deep into his abdomen, his skin pale as snow and hair as dark as the night sky. Though my worries plagued my mind Aria would not hear of them. We cannot turn away someone so in need of our help! With reluctance and a heavy heart I helped her get him into our home. As she attempted to remove the wood lodged within his chest the man suddenly awoke and in a display of skill alien to any human he lunged at Aria slamming her into the ground while he bit into her throat. In panic Aria tried to pull away but only succeeded in driving the wood into the man’s chest deeper. As she did so his onslaught ceased. His body grew limp as he collapsed into a heap on the floor while my wife’s blood stained the wooden planks we had placed ourselves. I held her in my arms her eyes filling with tears as she gently stroked my face. She could not speak though I knew her words. As her spirit faded from this world one still lingered. Nearly three decades later I could feel my body growing weaker, the time of my rebirth was at hand. For many years I had felt a chill that followed me, and it wasn’t until his powers grew that I could finally see. A faint silhouette of the man who took my wife from me standing in the doorway of our home. His words were hushed whispers of the wind that I could not make out. As the days went by he remained. Ever present in my home though no trouble he caused. Merely the observer who occasionally could flick the candles to life or drop a wooden spoon to the floor. As the time for my rebirth finally approached I lay on the floor of my old home where my wife and I shared our final moments. I smiled softly as my wrinkled hands felt the warmth of the wood. Though our time had been short it was those short years of bliss that made an eternity well worth living. I looked to my old house guest proposing a deal. “I know not your story, or how you came to our lands. Yet here you stay to watch over my home every day without rest… My time is nearly gone, but there is much I wish to show you, a life truly worth living.” Dante was unsure if this would work but he was willing to try. As his body began to burn he asked the ghost to take his hand with silent grace the spirit enveloped the burning body of Dante and both were reduced to ash. As the sun rose so too did Dante. In the flames his house had burnt to the ground, in the middle of the soot and ash however curled on the floor was the body of a man. In possessing him just before his reincarnation Dante and Royce’s spirits both assumed control of Dante’s body, while some features remained such as Dante’s fiery red hair and tall build Royce’s dark roots and pale skin revealed the amalgamation of the two. With Dante’s spirit recovering his mind remained dormant, and Royce’s now fused to a body it did not recognize had lost the multitude of his memories to the flames. The pair now stand as a singular hybrid. As the years past Dante’s spirit grows stronger and can now communicate with Royce, even managing to resume his phoenix like form for brief periods of time. But with the fusion came benefits and sacrifices. While the powers of both remain they are diminished on both fronts. No longer in a vampire body Royce is unaffected by sunlight, though wood and turquoise still damage his form. His vampiric senses and blood lust have also been dulled. Dante’s phoenix based transformations and magic are still weak though growing stronger with every passing day. A child of night and a bringer of light now fused in an attempt for a second chance at life, though unorthodox Dante still lives by the words he once did. “She never needed a reason to help people, and neither did I.”
↣ H o w x I x G o t x H e r e ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ¯ ¯ ↘ Shortly after our reincarnation we began to explore the world. With fresh eyes unfamiliar with the world and Dante’s spirit sleeping away in stasis Royce was free to explore and build a new identity for himself. With his new unusual mix of powers he was able to achieve relative fame merely for being an oddity. After a few decades Dante’s voice began to whisper in his mind giving him guidance which ultimately lead him to deciding to partake in the Maladaian tournament. It was here he and Dante used their conjoined power to win the tournament and cement their position on team two.
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Posted: Fri Oct 23, 2015 10:25 pm
Nicko1421
Since this is technically one character, I'll fiddle with your icons tomorrow and come up with a split picture. But I have work in the morning. Blah work! :[
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