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53,400 | 1,456 | 24 | 775 | 1,183 | Erion a hurlé alors qu'il bougeait et respirait profondément, secouant un peu la tête. Il va sûrement devoir dire à cet oiseau plus tard... quel genre de magie il utilise. Aussi... il peut devoir aller raconter son histoire aux autres pour leur faire comprendre la raison pour laquelle il est même comme ça maintenant. Il détestait un peu avoir à raconter son histoire, mais il n'a pas vu d'autre choix ici.
"La forêt enchantée... se demande quel genre de magie nous y trouverons. J'espère que nous n'aurons pas à combattre une créature qui connaît les hexagones... parce que cela ne serait définitivement pas amusant." Il dit alors calmement. Certains esprits autour de lui volaient autour de lui, parlant.
"Qui veut parier que Jim reviendra dans moins d'une heure?" l'un des esprits a dit.
"Nah... 3 fois en un jour comme ça. Il est probablement en train de faire une pause maintenant... ou d'essayer de trouver un autre moyen d'être ennuyeux" Un autre d'entre eux a dit.
"Comme quoi... jouer du trombone et nous casser les oreilles?" un autre a dit.
"Nous n'avons même pas d'oreilles. De quoi tu parles, même." Le premier à parler a dit.
"Tu sais ce que je voulais dire." Le dernier a dit. Erion respire profondément comme il a entendu ce que l'âme a dit. Il a dit quelque chose d'un ton bas.
"Il revient probablement la nuit pour nous ennuyer comme si de rien n'était." C'est ce qu'il dit. Les âmes se tournèrent vers lui, puis soupiraient toutes ensemble.
"C'est vrai... comme la dernière fois..." L'un d'eux a alors dit | Name: Erion ‘Letendre’ Silverwind.
Nickname/Alias:
“Well… Some people that shun me cause of my magic call me Erion Foulwind… most just call me Erion when they get to know me.”
Race:
Vulpine, to be specific a white fox anthro
Gender:
Male
Age:
28
Additional Info
Personality:
“How to describe myself… I am usually calm and philosophical. The vision of evil, thinking about what the true meaning of good and evil. That kind of stuff. Also, I don’t really trust people that much, even anyone that would be related to me, cause of my past. Never know what someone would be behind their normal attitude, what kind of secret they keep from others. I usually think fast when it is needed.
I dislike going to hurt people for nothing. I am not the kind of person to just go and start a fight cause of opinions and such. Sure, I will defend myself, and possibly kill if it is needed, but you won’t see me attacking travellers for nothing on the road.
Although there is some things that will make me dislike someone. Laziness is one of those things. Someone that just stays there and doesn’t work, that let others do what he is supposed to do. This annoys me a lot. Another thing would be greed, specifically the type that makes you abuse of others.
Even though I am usually calm, it happens sometimes that things get…. Out of hand that I lose that calmness. But most people told me that my bark was louder than my bite… that is until I got my blade out and ready for battle…
One last thing I should note about myself…. Some people did end up… complaining about me talking to myself sometimes. That would be cause of some spirits that decided to keep fallowing me around after what I did in the past. Sure…. They do help me in battle when I need them, but sometimes it is just plain annoying.”
He stops for a moment, and then look to the side.
“You really think I will tell them about what happen to me in the past? Geez... You know how long that would take. No thank you.”
Appearance:
One thing to note with the image above is that on his sword arm, he has a scar on his hand and a small one over the top of his left eye.
Height:
5.6 feet
Weight:
126 lbs
Fight related
Magic:
Necromancy, although more specialised in the soul aspect then the rising the dead aspect.
Class:
“Well… this is a hard one… I think the term Soulblade would fit here”
Weapons/Items:
A longsword
A set of leather armor
Strengths:
-Quick senses and movement: He is quite fast in his reaction times, able to move out of the way of attacks that comes towards him.
-He is very dexterous with his sword, able to exploit weak spots.
Weaknesses:
- Low resistance to physical attacks. Sure, he is able to take some hits, but he’s not hulk, he isn’t resistant. A good powerful hit in the chest that he doesn’t see coming can knock him out. He also refuses to wear heavy armor, preferring to be able to move quicker more than taking hits.
- Physically, he is not that strong. He is more specialised in the balance between his magic and his sword technique.
Techniques:
He is a fighter that relies more at dexterous strikes more than brute strength. He relies more in the combination of spirit energy and pin point strikes to do his damage against his opponents, aiming a lot of time towards area’s to disarm or weaken ones abilities. He also uses accurate spirit blast when in a distance to weaken his opponents before going for his sword strikes. He uses his quick senses to react in fights, by either parrying strikes or dodge them
Flavor:
Theme Song: |
53,401 | 1,456 | 25 | 982 | 1,162 | Ymahr panté et chargé, que Wurm a certainement pris beaucoup d'entre eux plus qu'il ne s'attendait. Même alors, il semblait presque que lui et Atlas étaient ceux qui faisaient la plupart du travail, ce qui était compréhensible pour la plupart, il ne pouvait pas vraiment attendre beaucoup des autres, mais même alors leurs efforts n'étaient pas en vain, pour la plupart. Quand ils ont mis les pieds dans le village, le lion n'aurait pas pu être plus heureux d'enlever la chose de leur dos, tout le monde a même obtenu une bonne part de l'or pour tout leur dur labeur. En ce moment, ce que l'homme ne pouvait pas faire pour obtenir une chambre à une auberge et se reposer pendant toute la journée, peut-être même mettre cet argent à bon usage, cependant Thorvald a fait mention de la forêt enchantée qui a pincé leurs intérêts il ya un moment et ses oreilles illuminés, repos peut attendre, exploration de cette forêt pourrait certainement donner une sorte de prime. Même alors, l'expérience seule suffirait à satisfaire ses besoins. Même s'il n'accueillait pas exactement les bovins et les rongeurs de tout à l'heure, il n'aurait pas l'intention d'explorer avec eux dans la forêt, peut-être, peut-être.
"Pourquoi perdons-nous notre temps ici? Faisons vite."
Il a dit aux deux, alors qu'il regardait en arrière à Erion le lion ne pouvait que l'espoir que tout leur malentendu de plus tôt était maintenant de l'eau sous le pont. D'ailleurs, discuter à ce sujet plus que cela ne serait juste causer plus de disparité, et en ce moment, ils ont besoin de rassembler leurs têtes si ils veulent rendre leur aventure dans la forêt au moins quelque peu agréable. | "I seek strength to protect, not to kill."
Basics
Name:
Ymahr Shir.
Race:
Lah'na, a Lion specifically.
Gender:
Male.
Age:
33.
Additional Info
Personality:
At first glance, many would think that this feline is nothing but a cold brute without any goals, simply wandering for eternity. And while that may be partly true, Ymahr tends not to heed the whispers of strangers and let it get to him, for they are free to say what they want, so as long as they do not intrude in his mission. While definitely no has-been, he feels out of touch with many youths and adolescents that he feels he may as well be a senile old man, and while it does not bother him that much, it does bring back a painful memory of the past for him, something that he wishes not to ponder on.
The lion is calm, tactical and collected. Preferring to think of a more logical or safer approach rather than facing danger head-on, his wisdom and intellect however becomes a double-edged sword when it begins to mix with his emotions and feelings. They clash like water and oil and often proves difficult for him to express as such.
Rather than staying with groups, Ymahr finds peace in being alone, something that has stayed with him ever since he wandered. Due to his years of traversing the roads in his pursuit of strength, he comes off as an anti-social person as his time alone was most certainly not spent with many. Despite this, he is also shown to be well-meaning and selfless, he simply prefers not to show it often.
He tends to cling to the past often, it is something that both drives him forward and pulls him towards his own downfall.
Appearance:
Ymahr is a tall, and athletically-built lion, something that stems from his various battles during his travels. His fur is mostly tawny-colored, with his chest-area and lower muzzle being mainly white, whereas his mane consists mostly of a dirty-yellow color. The lion's face is almost-always filled a stern expression, almost as if he is expressing slight irritation from his surroundings.
His armor-if you could call it that-consists of a simple scarf adorned with a small trinket, a cloth belt and a simple pair of pants. On his right hand, he wields a gauntlet that is purely aesthetic.
Height:
6'2".
Weight:
190 lbs.
Fight related
Magic:
Miracles. He has a strong preference towards defense instead of recovery.
Class:
Vagabond.
Weapons/Items:
A gold spear, and what little he considers as "armor".
Strengths:
Brute Strength
- Even without his magic and spear, Ymahr is a formidable foe up close and is willing to use his bare hands to confront foes.
Agile
- Though not as dexterous as many of his kind, his speed is above average and he tends to incorporate it in his fights where his defense is one of his biggest enemies.
Instinct
- He may be an anti-social one, but those who manage to befriend this lion will find that he is willing to cross limits in order to protect those what little he calls "friends", even if it includes putting his life on the line just to ensure their survival and/or safety.
Weaknesses:
Solace in Solitude
- Prefers to be alone, he is hesitant to rely on the aid of others unless it was a matter of life and death.
Lion's Pride
- In addition to the above, if he ever finds himself allying with another, Ymahr will often prioritize himself rather than his allies. He may heal and tend to their wounds once in a while but that would be about it, unless that person happens to be someone important to him that is.
Sticks and Stones
- Prone to taunting the enemy and can easily underestimate them just from their appearances. This doesn't apply to just enemies though, he calls them as he sees them, for better or worse. He does not to bear any ill will, but rather to bear witness the potential of his adversaries.
Expose'
- Tends not to use armor and cover himself up as it gets in the way of his dexterity. As a result, he is vulnerable to many attacks, both physical and magical. To remedy this, he tends to rely on casting barriers for defense or using some of his agility to safely dodge incoming attacks instead.
Techniques:
Ymahr prefers to confront enemies from a mid-to-close distance, using his spear to attack from a safe range with quick pokes and thrusts. He tends not to close-in on an enemy until he sees a viable opening, at which point he switches to a more aggressive fighting style that relies more on cornering the opponent and tiring them out with repeated stabs, even using fisticuffs if his spear would-somehow-be unavailable. He tends to alternate between a defensive and offensive style, depending on the situation.
When it comes to using his magic in fighting however, he almost always tries to start every fight by casting a barrier on himself to lessen the damage he receives. As mentioned above, while he may be uncomfortable fighting with allies, that doesn't mean he won't be willing to spare a moment of his time to aid them however. |
53,402 | 1,456 | 26 | 2,396 | 104 | Atlas ne savait pas à quoi elle s'attendait quand il s'agissait d'aider un groupe d'étrangers à faire de lourdes opérations de levage. C'était lent, et généralement plutôt terrible. Sans parler de l'embarras qu'elle est quand il est venu à venir avec de petits discours. Bien qu'elle n'était pas très conversationniste pour commencer, surtout quand elle faisait du dur labeur. Tout et tout, c'était nul, mais l'argent en valait vraiment la peine.
Heureux que toute cette épreuve soit terminée, Atlas et Rykiar étaient de retour dans leur chambre à l'auberge, tous les deux relaxants dans leurs lits. D'après ce qu'elle pouvait dire, son amie Neth dormait, et elle a réussi à faire une sieste, elle ne pouvait pas retomber dans le pays des rêves. C'était sympa de faire une bonne action, mais ce n'était pas comme s'ils avaient tout le temps dans le monde. Maintenant, ils ont dû se reposer et passer à leur prochaine piste. Pour tout ce qu'ils savaient, s'ils n'interagissent pas avec ce groupe et que darn wurm, ils auraient pu trouver ce qu'ils cherchaient.
La vache est sortie du lit, bien que ses muscles aient protesté contre l'action. Elle s'est dirigée vers le bas, en train de s'emparer d'une bouchée pour manger avec leur argent excédentaire et peut-être pour avoir des infos. Atlas s'est assis au bar pour commander un repas et un verre. Alors qu'elle attendait sa nourriture, sirotant un verre d'hydromel, elle ne pouvait s'empêcher d'écouter des étrangers comme elle l'avait fait plus tôt. C'était un peu plus tard alors une nouvelle foule s'est retrouvée à l'intérieur de l'auberge. Un mécène particulier qui a attiré l'intérêt du Tothum était une vieille dame Lah'na qui était plutôt contrariée.
"Je suis allé au cimetière plus tôt pour rendre visite à mon cher mari, Catticus," Elle s'est arrêtée pour sniffer dans un mouchoir, "seulement pour le trouver debout sur sa propre tombe!"
-- Comment cela pourrait-il être possible? Demandez à l'amie de la femme aînée, qui avait partagé la confusion d'Atlas. Peut-être qu'il a simulé sa propre mort?
"Non! C'était terrible! C'était l'un de ces païens!" Elle sifflait dans le dégoût absolu. "C'était un sombre nécromant! Il y avait des tonnes d'entre eux, se levant plus vite que mes chatons quand il était l'heure du petit déjeuner!"
"Est-ce que Necromancer est toujours là, Mme Whiskers? Comment es-tu sorti sans qu'il envoie son mort-vivant après toi?" A demandé à son amie dans presque incrédulité.
"Pourquoi je l'ai fait sortir de là aussi vite que mes vieux os pouvaient me prendre! La dernière fois que j'ai entendu, il est à court de n'importe qui et de tous ceux qui essaient de rendre visite à leurs proches. Vraiment méprisable, je vous dis quoi."
Et c'était tout, c'est tout ce qu'Atlas avait besoin d'entendre. Ironiquement bonne nouvelle pour elle. Elle s'en alla rapidement à son repas, paya l'aubergiste et monta à l'étage en un temps record. Elle a poussé Rykiar à peu près, le réveillant dans le processus.
"Rude. Tu ne peux pas dormir? Nous avons beaucoup travaillé aujourd'hui."
"Nous savons tous les deux que j'ai fait tout le travail aujourd'hui. Quoi qu'il en soit, une dame en bas a mentionné un nécromancier dans un cimetière voisin », a expliqué Atlas plutôt pressé, probablement désireux d'attraper le suspect de riser mort avant qu'il parte et fasse tout ce que ceux dans les arts sombres font. Probablement massacrer un village.
"Ce pourrait être le gars, qui sait où il pourrait être. Très bien, allons-y." | Name: Atlas Bentpine.
Race:
Tothum.
Gender:
Female.
Age:
23.
Additional Info
Personality:
Atlas' main trait would be apathetic. That goes for her looks, others’ looks, things going around her, or just in general. As handy as this could be for saving your feelings from getting hurt, it doesn't help when she has to make choices. Usually, she's a go with the flow type of gal, but this can be a pain when she's given options. Especially about her future, where her indecisiveness makes it hard for her to even have the slightest idea on what she wants to do.
Matched with her uncaring attitude is her laziness. It takes a lot of convincing to get her to do something. Your best bet to get her to do something would be offering her something food related. But even then, she's pretty reluctant to do something that she doesn't want to. Most of the time, she prefers dozing in the shade for a couple hours. If something requires hard labor, you can most certainly count her out despite that being one of the only things she's really good at.
She is passive towards people, not wanting to be on sides other than her own. Atlas isn’t much of a people’s person, and can be a bit uncomfortable when around people for long periods of time. Given her reclusiveness, she can be rather socially awkward, so she doesn’t talk much as she has no idea what to say most of the time. Sh
Something that must be pointed out would be that although she doesn't care about most things, she does indeed care about the well being of others over herself. Following the stereotypical gentle giant, she likes to watch out for others, which explains her companionship with her little Neth friend, Rykiar.
Appearance:
Atlas, being rightfully named, is quite tall and has an almost intimidating size. Being from the chilly Toth region, one must put a bit of bulk on, which explains her being on the more heavier side. She appears more akin to that of a bull rather than possessing more of a feminine figure of most lady Tothum. This doesn't bother her, however, despite often being mistaken for a male. With snow comes thick fur, her own being a shaggy blue-gray, aside from her whiskered snout and stomach which are a lighter gray.
Being a Tothum, Atlas has dark gray hooves, perfect for not losing your toes to frostbite up north. Along with her hooves are a pair of horns, usually kept short and rounded off when her transformation magic isn't in play. Noticeably, above her warm brown eyes are thick eyebrow markings, giving her a rather angry appearance.
As for clothes, she tends to keep it simple. She wears a parka like top over a plain tunic as well a pair of short pants that cut off at her haunches. Atlas tends to dress rather lightly due to her heavy fur that makes her overheat easily.
Height:
7'3 ft.
Weight:
250 lbs.
Fight related
Magic:
Transformation.
Class:
Wanderlusty Nomad
Weapons/Items:
Has a knapsack she carries with her that has supplies like food, basic medicinal herbs, and most likely a few of Rykiar's belongings.
Strengths:
-Good at being on the defensive, be it taking a beating, or protecting others, she can stand being in the front lines and having others hide behind her as she takes the blunt of the attack.
-Pretty strong, be it for fighting or carrying something heavy, she's the one to go to.
Weaknesses:
-Is on the slow side, no thanks to her laziness or even her large size. This also includes in battle, as she takes her time making attacks, often waiting for the perfect time, but it could be a mistake on her part and not being quick enough.
-She’s also rather easily tired, usually after using her magic abilities enough exhausts her and is down for the count.
-Her attitude and carefree ways can hinder her to not care in dire situations, or even make her own choices that may not be necessarily right.
-Overheats easily, and is often sluggish in warmer weather. Fire elemental magic is a big no-no for her.
Techniques:
Atlas heavily relies on her transformation magic, using it to overpower her enemy, or mostly just to flee. She will alter her body whatever it calls for the situation, such as:
Tougher skin/scaly plates for defense
Sharp claws/fangs/horns
Wings
Growth in size and strength
But as mentioned, all these alterations, especially when combined, will tucker her out pretty easily. As a result, Atlas will only really use magic when the moment calls for it.
Flavor:
Theme Song:
Come on you hermit, you never fight back |
53,403 | 1,456 | 27 | 732 | 8,842 | Les Nils bâillaient endormiment, elle ne s'était toujours pas complètement réveillée de la sieste qu'elle avait prise après 'aider' avec la wurm. La plupart du temps, elle faisait semblant d'aider et d'en retirer quelques pièces, alors dans l'ensemble, ça avait été plutôt fructueux. Mais elle entend encore percuter le son d'un nécromance. Les morts avaient tendance à être enterrés avec des choses. Necormancer a eu tendance à prendre ces choses en plus des valeurs de celui qu'ils ont tué. En d'autres termes, il avait probablement un tas de choses brillantes avec lui et Niles adorait prendre des choses brillantes. Malheureusement, quand elle était sortie pour aider la wurm, le coyote s'était échappé d'elle et maintenant elle ne savait plus où il était. Maintenant, plus intéressé par ce nécromant Niles a glissé une boisson, la ruée de l'alcool et la sensation brûlante avec elle la réveillant complètement et jeté quelques pièces à l'entretien de bar, qui les a arrachés avec des doigts agiles. "Allons nous trouver un nécro." Niles a dit joyeusement et s'est évanouie à l'extérieur du bar. Le hm cimentaire? Ça ne devrait pas être trop dur de se faufiler, après tout, ils n'étaient pas vraiment construits pour empêcher les gens d'entrer. Et ils ont généralement fait un travail encore pire de garder les gens dans quand les nécromants étaient à propos. | "Beer's on me! Well really on you, but I'm holding the coin purse."
Name
Niles
Nickname/Alias
-I prefer Nile
-Pest
-Rodent
-****
Race
Neth: Rat
Gender
Female
Age
19
Personality
Nile is a care-free spirit, more interested in having fun then responsibilities. Seriousness is like a plague, it just drains your strength and is a bunch of trouble. You don't deserve to laugh at someone else if you can't laugh at yourself a little. Still, if you manage to find something Nile has taken a stand on, don't expect her to back down. Some might accuse her of being frivolous and naive, they'd be dead wrong. It's not like Nile is an assassin beneath that happy face of hers but she knows the rough and tumble of life.
Appearance
Much like shown, though remove the boiling flask and make the robes a little more baggy and covering. The hood covers her ears and masks her face while pulled up. The color of her fur is similar to tan lines, the parts more protected from the sun and covered by clothing are more white, well the other exposed hairs and turned brown.
Height:
4 feet 8 inches and not getting much taller.
Weight:
100 pounds-ish
Magic:
Illusion
Class:
Trickster
Weapons/Items
-Small knife, good for cutting meat.
-Small knife, also good for cutting meat.
-Small knife, you know you can never have too many meat cutting knives.
-Several more small knives.
-Small bottle of poiso- seasoning. For meat. It makes sure it doesn't move for a while. Yeah...
-Small lute, good for making money.
Strengths
Musician
Nile is a natural hand at playing instruments and her music is surprisingly enthralling, even without a little magic to make things more exciting.
Expert Novice
Nile can't create an army out of thin air, but she's very experience with the little magic's she does know how to do. Full on invisibility is a little out of her reach, but she can spit out smaller cantrips like a woodchuck. Can chuck wood. If a woodchuck could chuck wood. But she can't chuck wood because she's not a woodchuck that can chuck wood. You get the idea.
Quick Hands
Nile has fingers that only a musician can boast of. Long, nimble, strong, perfect for plucking strings, tossing a knife, or pocketing some cash thrown at her. Don't be surprised if they move faster than you can keep up with.
Weaknesses
Gimp
Nile's right arm is a bit smaller than her other one and is good for little more than making obscene gestures and holding small objects.
Troublemaker
While Nile has a very good danger sense, or perhaps because of that, she has a tendency to get into trouble. Whether its a particular rowdy song, a snide remark too many, Nile has a way of making things worse.
Smol
Neth are just naturally smaller than other races and Nile is no exception. She would never win an arm-wrestling contest with a Tothum or be able to bust down a solid oak door. Nile has many strengths, but none of them are in her strength.
Techniques
Ooooh fighting. Yeah, Nile tends to avoid that. If she had to Nile would rely on using her illusion magic to distract her opponent long enough to stab them or run away. Maybe both. Call it "Stab and Run"?
Theme Song
Possible TBA |
53,404 | 1,456 | 28 | 1,448 | 3,925 | Tout le monde semblait vouloir se hâter vers la forêt, et qui n'étais-je pas d'accord avec eux? Le moment où j'ai fait un pas dans la forêt, cependant, les illusions sont apparues en place, et je ne pouvais pas vraiment dire ce qui était quoi, sauf pour mes coéquipiers, qui, grâce aux illusions, ressemblaient à un géant, un champignon marchant, et une citrouille de taille monstre. Je ne pouvais m'empêcher de rire de l'étrangeté de ces illusions, et je continuai dans la forêt maintenant extrêmement brillante. "Est-ce que ce sont les illusions qui gardent cet endroit lumineux, hein? Parce que sinon, cet endroit serait aussi sombre qu'une grotte remplie d'une canopée," j'ai commenté que les champignons commençaient à se promener. L'un d'eux semblait même danser. J'étais presque convaincu qu'il ne s'agissait pas d'ennemis avant d'avoir senti quelque chose mordre dans mon bras gauche! "Frappe! Nous avons des ennemis, et je ne peux même pas dire ce qu'ils sont, non plus! » J'ai fini par crier à mon équipe. J'ai ensuite pris l'avion, c'est-à-dire après avoir fini par me piquer le bras des dents de... quoi que ce soit qui me mord, et j'ai fait de mon mieux pour lancer un javelot sur l'un des trois champignons ennemis. Heureusement, il était facile de savoir quels champignons étaient ennemis, car leurs chapeaux étaient principalement rouges, tandis que celui de mon équipe était principalement jaune... Cependant, les illusions rendaient difficile de voir où était l'ennemi ACTUEL, en ce moment, donc, mon javelot, ainsi que mon sort fini par frapper la saleté, malgré le perçage à travers l'illusion des champignons... peu importe ce que c'était, ce n'était pas à cet endroit, je suppose. Un autre des champignons a essayé de faire quelque chose à la citrouille... et je ne savais pas qui C'était, soit... le troisième semblait conjurer quelque chose... peut-être qu'il chargeait une arme à souffle, ou peut-être que la chose jetait un sort... bien sûr, les monstres ne jettent pas d'habitude des sorts, donc, si c'est ce qu'il faisait, je ne pouvais que supposer qu'il s'agissait d'un démon. | Thorvald Greyfeather
Nickname/Alias:
Lightning rod
Race:
Shael, falcon
Gender:
Male
Age:
30
Additional Info
Personality:
Some people have called him naive, childish, and even immature... just as well, as he's usually in a very cheery mood, and is also optimistic, always trying to find the good in every situation. That being said, he's not stupid, and won't trust, say, a monster or a demon just because they said that they're good. He absolutely loves adventure, and just generally being out of the towns and cities of the world. No matter what the challenge on an adventure, Thorvald will face it with... the closest thing to a smile that a birdman can have. While he does love adventure, he actively avoids caves, just due to the low ceiling... of course, if he's traveling with allies who want to go into the cave, he'll go with them, just because he doesn't like the idea of having to ditch allies, even temporary ones. During the few moments where he's in town, it's usually just to sell any useless magical items, or to get rid of any extra weight he's carrying. He's oddly determined when he's facing monsters or other such evil beings, and even tries to scope out weak spots in an enemy's armor, despite him still smiling while doing so.
He enjoys the company of other adventurers, though, he usually doesn't stick around with one group for very long, and while he starts off considering them allies... if he sees them harming other civilized races, stealing, or doing anything involving exploiting others, Thorvald will viciously attack them, and try to have them arrested. He will never kill a member of a civilized race, as he feels that even the most deranged, evil people can be rehabilitated, they can become better people... at least, so he thinks. When he's not adventuring, or taking one of his rare breaks from doing so, he can usually be found in some pub somewhere, chatting someone's ear off about one of his recent adventures, and, much to the disdain of the barkeep, never ordering any drink other than cold, plain water. He is kind enough, however, to give the barkeep money if the water ends up being free, as, in some places, it is. He'll tell them that it's not payment for his drink, but rather, for the conversation.
Appearance:
Unlike what his last name might suggest, Thorvald has mostly white and brown feathers, with only a few grey feathers. He's somewhat short, even for his species, and always wears that same blue outfit for no real reason. However, he doesn't wear the helmet in the picture, nor does he ever wear shoes. His beak and talons are a bright yellow color, and his eyes are blue.
Height:
4'2"
Weight:
80lbs
Fight related
Magic:
Elementalism; lightning.
Class:
Dragoon
Weapons/Items:
An iron spear, a short bow, a quiver with 30 arrows, a bag with 12 javelins, his leather armor, and clothes.
Strengths:
Strong Flier: He has always been much faster and more agile in the sky, and his wings are strong enough to keep him in the air for a long time.
Lightning Resistance: He's been zapped by his own lightning magic that, not only has he gotten the nickname 'lightning rod', but he's become resistant to lightning as a whole.
Spear Thrower: With his training, Thorvald's become really good at throwing his javelins, as well as, on occasion, his actual spear, and can throw these objects pretty far, and pretty quickly.
Weaknesses:
Slow on the ground: He's... kinda slow and sluggish on the ground, and it's notable that he can't even run while on the ground.
Hates the cold: His feathers aren't exactly meant for protection from the cold, and just as well, he hates it. He may even land if the cold air is too unbearable in the sky... he's also weak to ice-based magic as a result.
Stormtrooper Aim: However... he's horrible at using his shortbow, and while it's got more distance than his spear or javelins, he can't aim the thing worth beans. If you gave him a chance, he might even actually miss the broad side of a barn.
Techniques:
Thorvald typically relies on his wings, and ability to fly. His techniques revolve around him throwing his spear, or one of his javelins at the enemy, and then casting a lightning spell on the weapon after it's stuck in the enemy's flesh. He has also been known to swoop down on the enemy and attack more directly... though, even when he does that, he always tries to cast a lightning spell. Rarely, when the enemy doesn't notice his presence, he'll toss his spear directly downwards (if the enemy is directly below him), and fold in his wings to fall with it, just to shove the thing in even further. He will zap the spear after landing on his enemy in this case. |
53,405 | 1,456 | 29 | 775 | 1,183 | Erion a avancé et a jeté son équipe dans la forêt enchantée... seulement pour voir les gens autour de lui changer de forme, en particulier une grande boule de fourrure jaune et... un grand radis. Il a froncé ça. Illusions... c'était plutôt ennuyeux à dire le moins. Erion avance, mais mes yeux s'illuminent légèrement alors que j'utilise ma magie nécromancie. Au lieu de cela, il se concentrait sur l'âme de mes partenaires, pour être sûr qu'il les reconnaîtrait. Une bonne chose à propos de la nécromance était que si vous vous concentriez, vous pouviez voir les choses un peu mieux, par exemple, en ce moment, il voyait une âme qui avait une coloration bleue à elle, et une autre avec une coloration jaune. Du moins... c'est ce qu'il voyait. D'autres nécromants pourraient voir les choses différemment, en fonction de leur force à l'art. Au fur et à mesure qu'il bougeait, il vit deux nouvelles... âmes, mais comme il les regardait normalement, il vit une grosse carotte et un morceau géant de... mouton? C'était des illusions bizarres. Juste alors, l'âme bleue qui était le radis a été attaquée par la pièce de mouton, seulement pour qu'il lance quelque chose utiliser un sort, mais manquer la frappe. Du côté d'Erion, il s'avance vers l'une des âmes, puis fait une coupe rapide à la chose, mes yeux s'illuminent alors que j'entends un gémissement de douleur ainsi que de voir la chose se précipiter sur lui. Il est vite revenu avant qu'il n'ait eu la chance de frapper sur lui, en essayant de se concentrer pour que ses grèves soient vraies.
"Les gars sérieux. Ces choses utilisent des illusions pour nous tromper. N'utilisez pas seulement vos yeux, utilisez vos autres sens ici. L'odeur pourrait être bonne." Il dit alors. Une des âmes... qui ressemblait à une fée en ce moment, a commencé à parler.
"Hé! Écoute! Ces créatures sont dangereuses! Soyez prudents! » le truc a dit. Au fond, Erion avait l'impression d'avoir un visage palmé, mais il ne savait pas pourquoi. | Name: Erion ‘Letendre’ Silverwind.
Nickname/Alias:
“Well… Some people that shun me cause of my magic call me Erion Foulwind… most just call me Erion when they get to know me.”
Race:
Vulpine, to be specific a white fox anthro
Gender:
Male
Age:
28
Additional Info
Personality:
“How to describe myself… I am usually calm and philosophical. The vision of evil, thinking about what the true meaning of good and evil. That kind of stuff. Also, I don’t really trust people that much, even anyone that would be related to me, cause of my past. Never know what someone would be behind their normal attitude, what kind of secret they keep from others. I usually think fast when it is needed.
I dislike going to hurt people for nothing. I am not the kind of person to just go and start a fight cause of opinions and such. Sure, I will defend myself, and possibly kill if it is needed, but you won’t see me attacking travellers for nothing on the road.
Although there is some things that will make me dislike someone. Laziness is one of those things. Someone that just stays there and doesn’t work, that let others do what he is supposed to do. This annoys me a lot. Another thing would be greed, specifically the type that makes you abuse of others.
Even though I am usually calm, it happens sometimes that things get…. Out of hand that I lose that calmness. But most people told me that my bark was louder than my bite… that is until I got my blade out and ready for battle…
One last thing I should note about myself…. Some people did end up… complaining about me talking to myself sometimes. That would be cause of some spirits that decided to keep fallowing me around after what I did in the past. Sure…. They do help me in battle when I need them, but sometimes it is just plain annoying.”
He stops for a moment, and then look to the side.
“You really think I will tell them about what happen to me in the past? Geez... You know how long that would take. No thank you.”
Appearance:
One thing to note with the image above is that on his sword arm, he has a scar on his hand and a small one over the top of his left eye.
Height:
5.6 feet
Weight:
126 lbs
Fight related
Magic:
Necromancy, although more specialised in the soul aspect then the rising the dead aspect.
Class:
“Well… this is a hard one… I think the term Soulblade would fit here”
Weapons/Items:
A longsword
A set of leather armor
Strengths:
-Quick senses and movement: He is quite fast in his reaction times, able to move out of the way of attacks that comes towards him.
-He is very dexterous with his sword, able to exploit weak spots.
Weaknesses:
- Low resistance to physical attacks. Sure, he is able to take some hits, but he’s not hulk, he isn’t resistant. A good powerful hit in the chest that he doesn’t see coming can knock him out. He also refuses to wear heavy armor, preferring to be able to move quicker more than taking hits.
- Physically, he is not that strong. He is more specialised in the balance between his magic and his sword technique.
Techniques:
He is a fighter that relies more at dexterous strikes more than brute strength. He relies more in the combination of spirit energy and pin point strikes to do his damage against his opponents, aiming a lot of time towards area’s to disarm or weaken ones abilities. He also uses accurate spirit blast when in a distance to weaken his opponents before going for his sword strikes. He uses his quick senses to react in fights, by either parrying strikes or dodge them
Flavor:
Theme Song: |
53,406 | 1,456 | 30 | 982 | 1,162 | En rentrant dans la forêt, le lion a été immédiatement agressé par des illusions qui lui ont joué des tours dans l'esprit, et il semblait qu'il n'était pas le seul. Il ne pouvait pas vraiment dire ce qu'il était à Erion ou Thorvald, encore moins déterminer qui était qui en ce moment. Il se frottait les yeux et clignait plus d'une fois, c'était presque comme si chaque fois qu'il le faisait, les deux continuaient à changer de forme, il commençait à se demander si la découverte des profondeurs de la forêt en valait vraiment la peine. Pour l'instant, il semble que le renard et l'aigle étaient un arbuste gigantesque avec des baies qui poussent hors de lui et un œuf avec des ailes, au moins ils étaient identifiables, mais qui sait combien de temps avant que la forêt commence à troubler à la fois leur vision et leur esprit une fois de plus? En essayant de rester vigilant, l'homme léonin s'est propagé en avant avec les deux plus profondément dans la forêt.
Finalement, ce n'était pas tous des mirages inoffensifs, Ymahr entendit Thorvald crier dans la douleur et immédiatement il tira la lance et tenta de charger l'ennemi, mais la question est, qui était l'ennemi en ce moment? Les bois commencèrent à les tromper une fois de plus, changeant les formes de tous. Plus tôt, il avait une idée qu'Erion était un arbuste et Thorvald était un œuf mais maintenant qui a été jeté dehors comme maintenant il voyait une fleur gigantesque, un champignon enrobé de rouge et une urne, secouant la tête, il a hésité pointé son arme sur les trois, qui était-il censé frapper cependant? Erion, ou plutôt une voix désincarnée de lui, a commencé à parler et a dit quelque chose sur l'utilisation des autres sens et de soumettre leurs adversaires. Grinning, le lion a commencé à prendre une bonne bouffée de son environnement, et pendant que ses yeux jouaient à nouveau leurs tours, son nez n'était pas et il pouvait sentir une odeur distincte qui semblait hors de place et il a commencé à pousser à l'un des champignons enrobés de rouge, le poignardant dans le torse avant de se replier instantanément à son endroit d'origine pour jeter une barrière autour de lui et Erion, Thorvald était hors de portée pour qu'il puisse se débrouiller pendant un petit moment. Le lion a l'impression que ces champignons ne sont peut-être pas du tout des champignons, même avec toutes les illusions que la forêt leur faisait. | "I seek strength to protect, not to kill."
Basics
Name:
Ymahr Shir.
Race:
Lah'na, a Lion specifically.
Gender:
Male.
Age:
33.
Additional Info
Personality:
At first glance, many would think that this feline is nothing but a cold brute without any goals, simply wandering for eternity. And while that may be partly true, Ymahr tends not to heed the whispers of strangers and let it get to him, for they are free to say what they want, so as long as they do not intrude in his mission. While definitely no has-been, he feels out of touch with many youths and adolescents that he feels he may as well be a senile old man, and while it does not bother him that much, it does bring back a painful memory of the past for him, something that he wishes not to ponder on.
The lion is calm, tactical and collected. Preferring to think of a more logical or safer approach rather than facing danger head-on, his wisdom and intellect however becomes a double-edged sword when it begins to mix with his emotions and feelings. They clash like water and oil and often proves difficult for him to express as such.
Rather than staying with groups, Ymahr finds peace in being alone, something that has stayed with him ever since he wandered. Due to his years of traversing the roads in his pursuit of strength, he comes off as an anti-social person as his time alone was most certainly not spent with many. Despite this, he is also shown to be well-meaning and selfless, he simply prefers not to show it often.
He tends to cling to the past often, it is something that both drives him forward and pulls him towards his own downfall.
Appearance:
Ymahr is a tall, and athletically-built lion, something that stems from his various battles during his travels. His fur is mostly tawny-colored, with his chest-area and lower muzzle being mainly white, whereas his mane consists mostly of a dirty-yellow color. The lion's face is almost-always filled a stern expression, almost as if he is expressing slight irritation from his surroundings.
His armor-if you could call it that-consists of a simple scarf adorned with a small trinket, a cloth belt and a simple pair of pants. On his right hand, he wields a gauntlet that is purely aesthetic.
Height:
6'2".
Weight:
190 lbs.
Fight related
Magic:
Miracles. He has a strong preference towards defense instead of recovery.
Class:
Vagabond.
Weapons/Items:
A gold spear, and what little he considers as "armor".
Strengths:
Brute Strength
- Even without his magic and spear, Ymahr is a formidable foe up close and is willing to use his bare hands to confront foes.
Agile
- Though not as dexterous as many of his kind, his speed is above average and he tends to incorporate it in his fights where his defense is one of his biggest enemies.
Instinct
- He may be an anti-social one, but those who manage to befriend this lion will find that he is willing to cross limits in order to protect those what little he calls "friends", even if it includes putting his life on the line just to ensure their survival and/or safety.
Weaknesses:
Solace in Solitude
- Prefers to be alone, he is hesitant to rely on the aid of others unless it was a matter of life and death.
Lion's Pride
- In addition to the above, if he ever finds himself allying with another, Ymahr will often prioritize himself rather than his allies. He may heal and tend to their wounds once in a while but that would be about it, unless that person happens to be someone important to him that is.
Sticks and Stones
- Prone to taunting the enemy and can easily underestimate them just from their appearances. This doesn't apply to just enemies though, he calls them as he sees them, for better or worse. He does not to bear any ill will, but rather to bear witness the potential of his adversaries.
Expose'
- Tends not to use armor and cover himself up as it gets in the way of his dexterity. As a result, he is vulnerable to many attacks, both physical and magical. To remedy this, he tends to rely on casting barriers for defense or using some of his agility to safely dodge incoming attacks instead.
Techniques:
Ymahr prefers to confront enemies from a mid-to-close distance, using his spear to attack from a safe range with quick pokes and thrusts. He tends not to close-in on an enemy until he sees a viable opening, at which point he switches to a more aggressive fighting style that relies more on cornering the opponent and tiring them out with repeated stabs, even using fisticuffs if his spear would-somehow-be unavailable. He tends to alternate between a defensive and offensive style, depending on the situation.
When it comes to using his magic in fighting however, he almost always tries to start every fight by casting a barrier on himself to lessen the damage he receives. As mentioned above, while he may be uncomfortable fighting with allies, that doesn't mean he won't be willing to spare a moment of his time to aid them however. |
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Le ciel rempli de belles teintes douces de rose et de violet que le soleil s'est levé sur l'horizon. Elle s'émerveillait de la rapidité avec laquelle les couleurs pouvaient changer en quelques instants lorsqu'elle s'asseyait dans un arbre. Être séparé de la secte Hunter signifiait extrêmement tôt le matin, et aujourd'hui était sa journée pour aller à la chasse. Elle ferma les yeux alors que la chaleur du soleil frappait sa peau, elle aimait le sentiment de bien... être vivante. Les forêts devenaient vibrantes dans des tons de vert à mesure que le soleil faisait son apparition. C'était l'un de ses moments préférés de la journée, quand la forêt a commencé à se réveiller. Les oiseaux chantaient dans l'air, et le vent roulait les feuilles. L'air était croquant avec le potentiel de réchauffement peu après le lever du soleil. Elle bâillait, et l'étendait en arrière, elle ne dormait pas bien la nuit précédente. Nightmares remplissait ses rêves, ce qui était assez rare - mais elle a aussi eu récemment une course avec un petit démon. Il n'était pas plus grand qu'un loup, et ressemblait à un cerf défiguré avec des griffes, une tête d'alligators, une crinière de chevaux, un long chat comme la queue, et quelques rangées de dents. Heureusement, elle l'avait vue avant de la voir et elle l'avait percé à travers sa tête avec une flèche. Mais bien sûr, elle a dû regarder de plus près - l'odeur mauvaise ne l'a pas gardée autour pendant longtemps, mais la vue de cette créature grotesque l'a fait frissonner.
Brielle avait son fidèle Bow & Arrow prêt en main au cas où un possible meurtre arriverait, ainsi qu'une petite épée attachée à son dos, et un petit couteau attaché à sa cuisse droite. Elle s'est assurée de porter plusieurs armes en cas d'observation d'un autre démon - et aussi d'égorger son meurtre et de le ramener au Sanctuaire. Après quelques instants de bain de soleil, elle s'est levée à une position de squattage sur la branche - en examinant brièvement le plancher forestier. Elle plaça la flèche dans le porte-avions qu'elle avait sur le dos, et sauta discrètement le long des branches. Alors qu'elle rencontrait un petit ruisseau d'eau qui sortait du lac près de l'entrée du Sanctuaire, elle sautait des arbres et atterrissait gracieusement sur le sol. Brielle marcha jusqu'au bord du ruisseau, et se pencha contre son visage en éclaboussant l'eau fraîche. Elle s'assit, inhalant profondément, et expirant en ouvrant les yeux vers le ciel bleu profond qui lui faisait grâce. Se tenant debout, elle a commencé à suivre le cours d'eau, tôt le matin signifiait que certains animaux étaient sur le point d'aller dormir et en général, on pouvait trouver certains près de l'eau pour obtenir leur dernière gorgée avant le lit. Cela signifiait aussi que certains se réveillaient, et qu'ils recevraient leur première gorgée de la journée. Win-Win presque. Brielle avait été à la chasse un jour auparavant et a ramené un dollar au Village, elle n'était pas trop soucieuse de trouver beaucoup aujourd'hui. Comme un voyage dans les salles d'approvisionnement, avant de partir ce matin, a dit qu'ils étaient bien sur la viande, ce sont les jardins et les fourragers qui ont besoin d'augmenter et de fournir plus à l'heure actuelle. Mais cet équilibre a toujours changé en raison de la météo ou du changement de saison.
C'était au début du printemps, si vite les jardins fleuriraient aussi bien que les forêts - ils auraient une récolte abondante à nouveau cette année il semblait. Alors que ses pensées erraient vers les jardins, elle arrêtait de suivre le ruisseau et se dirigeait vers les jardins situés du côté ouest de la montagne. Brielle avait un faible pour eux, essentiellement parce que sa mère était jardinière et bien que tout le monde ait été formé à se battre - tout le monde n'a pas pu le faire. A travers la forêt tranquillement, les sons de la nature sonnaient dans ses oreilles. Les oiseaux chantent, les écureuils courent autour des arbres, la brise balance les feuilles des arbres. À l'extérieur était son endroit préféré pour être, à l'intérieur toujours déprimée - comme beaucoup de gens ont agi comme tout allait bien quand ils vivaient dans un monde si tragique - il y avait des gens qui mouraient pour le bien-être des citoyens et certains semblaient s'en soucier moins. Après des moments de perte dans ses pensées, elle arriva à la périphérie des jardins de l'Ouest, quelques-uns des ouvriers s'occupaient des cultures.
"Bonjour Brielle!" Une petite dame âgée l'a appelée.
-- Bonjour, Mlle Ayame, sourit Brielle, et continua à marcher. Ayame avait été amie avec sa mère, donc elle était un visage familier du passé - elle était devenue plus compatissante envers Brielle après avoir entendu ses mères passer. Parfois, apporter de nouveaux jouets, et juste de la compagnie. Brielle s'est retrouvée toujours pour vérifier les jardins pour le bien-être d'Ayame.
Brielle est revenue dans les bois, et a commencé son trek pour trouver quelque chose à rapporter au Sanctuaire. Elle marchait un peu plus à l'ouest, et s'arrêtait pour réaliser que le soleil avait progressé plus haut. En montant rapidement dans un arbre, elle s'assit contre le tronc - en rampant une jambe de la branche, elle porta ses lèvres dans une insatisfaction ennuyeuse pour la façon dont son matin allait. Au bout de quelques instants, elle s'approcha du cartable qu'elle avait apporté, tirant une pomme et un livre. Elle a pris une bouchée de la pomme, se croquant joyeusement alors qu'elle grinçait. La colonne vertébrale des livres était clairement portée, et les pages du livre ont été déchirées aux bords en raison du temps. Ce livre était un qu'elle avait déjà lu, il s'appelait 'Alice in Wonderland'. Elle adorait tout sur le livre, et a toujours voulu qu'elle trouve un trou de lapin pour tomber à travers. Si tu vis déjà en enfer, peut-être que tu tomberais dans une normale infestée de non-démon. Au moins, c'est ce qu'elle espérait et imaginait. | Name: Ysran Stormreach. He doesn't really know his name, so he just threw a few things together.
Age: Around late 20's
Breed: Human. However, demonic exposure has transformed his ears. Many think he is a half-breed.
Personality: Could be described as "Neutral Evil," He isn't explicitly evil, as in, he won't burn down buildings or terrorize people, but in the pursuit of knowledge and power, no price is to great to pay, even if it means resorting to things others may find "Evil"
Equipment: Ysran carries a pack of ritual materials and demonic texts. He also carries a Machete.
Bio: Ysran, or at least that's what he's gone to calling himself now, was a very smart child. He learned to read from his parents, and how to survive out in the wilderness. Because that's where he lived. He lived with a group of humans who were just trying to survive. Yet in his 15th year his entire tribe was destroyed by the demons.
A normal human would have ran, but Ysran was... Fascinated. He stared on, half terrified, half in wonder, as everyone was slaughtered. Yet when a rather human-like demon appeared to finish him, he asked to learn from them. The demons took a great interest in him. A human who would willingly work with them in the pursuit of knowledge. Surprisingly, they accepted his offer.
Forming a pact with them, he would be granted knowledge and demonic power, in exchange for information on how humans lived. How did they interact with each other? How did they make their weapons? The same way they did? These particular set of demons wanted to know, and were willing to offer power. Ysran accepted, and began to slowly return info to the group. He was then told of a place called "Sanctuary". A large congregation of humans? Perfect. He could learn much. He set out, seeking to know what awaits him.
Ysran was granted a small list of spell-like abilities:
A ball of dark energy capable of delivering quite a bit of force, about enough to go through a door. Against living targets, this can knock people down, and it terms of damage, it would take 2-3 to kill a normal person as the darkness burns like a strong acid. You're basically being hit with a bowling ball made of acid.
Attracts all manner of fish and sometimes other aquatic creatures to a singular point. The range can vary from a few inches to several feet.
A zombie-like minion is summoned to do Ysran's bidding. It can follow simple commands such as "Hold this" or "Go there". If told to, the Shambler will follow another person's commands until told otherwise by Ysran. It prioritizes Ysran's commands first. here's a pic.
A fish (or other aquatic creature) is summoned much like a Shambler. These can be anything from a goldfish, to a Great White Shark. However the general rule is, the bigger the creature, the shorter time it has before it is unsummoned. This can be delayed, but requires great concentration from Ysran.
Creates a layer of Scale-like armor around the skin. It doesn't turn your skin into scales,it just created a layer of them on top of the skin. Greater Fishscales is stronger, but normal Fishscales can be cast on others.
Can heal most wounds, poisons, and some diseases. This spell however costs quite a bit of mana, and spell casting time can take a while.
Fills an opponent's lungs with water, drowning them. However first, Ysran must mentally overcome his opponent. The spell also takes a moment to cast, and only lasts as long as Ysran concentrates.
Ysran sends forth a black smokescreen, and all that see within are shown monstrous, disgusting versions of their worst fears come to life. This usually makes people run away, or cower in fear.
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Name
Eden Brown
Age
21
Species
Human
Gender
Male
Description
Eden has a long and lean frame and stands at a height of 6'1 when standing up straight, but he has a very heavy tendency to slouch which makes him appear an inch or so shorter. He has dark brown dreadlocks that he wears in two styles, down or in a nice ponytail. He has brown eyes, a pale complexion and is generally considered very average in appearance.
Personality
Eden is a humble soul who enjoys bringing smiles to all. He is very loyal to those he has formed relationships with and will go the extra mile to ensure that they are well cared for. He is fairly educated and is somewhat of a genius when it comes to attempting to decipher what old world artifacts wouldve previously been, as long as it isnt too complicated.
Bio
Eden never really got the chance to know his parents like many other children did. What is known of them and their time in sanctuary is very little. As far as he knows his mother and father were travelers who wandered the world not knowing who to trust or where they could stay for long. Unlike many orphans who lost their parents to demons, Eden's parents abandoned him during early infancy at entrance to Sanctuary. And from there he was raised among the people of Sanctuary as if they were his own family. For a long while, many speculated that Eden's mother and father had been demons in disguise sent pretend to be a couple in need looking for a place to stay for the night, and had left Eden as some sort of trap. However, as Eden grew over time and showed no signs of being a demon this theory soon disappeared.
When Eden came of age to finally put his effort into the community he wanted to return what the residents had done for him. So he decided to take up the work as a teenager to watch over the younger children and teach them, and after a few years when he became an adult, he was selected to be one of the few trainers for the children. Now he lives his days out helping those in need, he is always willing to take on jobs that aren't his own if it means to return a favor.
Secrets
-Wears the only trinket his mother and father left him with, a necklace with a strange crystal on it.
-He enjoys poking around for things related to the past, more specifically anything music related.
-Spends most of his time at night singing alone somewhere where not many can hear him.
-The Sanctuary
"Haha! Ha...haha...no, I-I'm human! Just like you!"
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Name
061001 - Adam Willius
Age
Unknown, seems in late teens/early twenties
Breed
Demon
Gender
Male
Description
In his human form, Adam stands at 5'7" with light brown hair and lovely green eyes. His skin in this form is a nice pale.
In his demon form, Adam stands at 6'3" with white strands of hair and crimson red eyes. His skin in this form is ghostly white.
Personality
While he appears human, Adam is very kind and passionate about protecting others. He appears especially attractive and innocent. While human, Adam is loving and listens very well. He seems like the perfect nice person. He is silly, and everything a shy and innocent person would be.
However, when he is in his demon form he is the opposite. He is cruel, terrible, and terrifying. He'll protect those who he deems worthy of protecting, but he is mostly uncontrollable and chaotic while in this mode. He's unpredictable.
Backstory
The demons were getting smarter. More clever. They wanted a way to create more of themselves that looked human. So they did. They took what was needed to create a demon, and placed it into the body of a human. The result was Adam.
But Adam was a failure. He didn't want to hurt the humans, he wanted to protect them. He felt...emotions. He was lucky he had his demon form, and he fought his demon parents off. Killed them, and then set out on his own. Did he want...closure? A home? A family? Being a human is confusing. After finding a few and (secretly) learning from them, he's gotten the hang of it. Now, he's one his way to The Sanctuary. He just hopes they don't murder him.
Misc
-In human form, he carries two daggers made from his parent's bones
-Adam finds humans interesting, so if he's to be with one romantically he doesn't care their sex
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NAME
born ariel lin, but has been called sparrow her entire life
AGE
somewhere in her late teens, likely eighteen or nineteen
BREED
entirely human
PERSONALITY
-charismatic -naive
-idealistic -obsessive
-forgiving -passionate
BIOGRAPHY
Oddly enough, Sparrow had a fairly normal childhood. Well, as normal of a childhood as she could have while growing up in the apocalypse. Her parents were loving, patient, and kind, and while she was raised within the confines of a small home in the middle of nowhere, she was a happy child. Her grandfather had built the small home where she was raised in the middle of the woods, hoping to make it a safe place for future generations, and so it was, until the attacks started happening. Her grandparents had long since passed, and Sparrow was somewhere around ten when the first attack happened. The demons took her mother and left young Sparrow with her father. The heartbroken two left their home in search of a safe place. A sanctuary.
They joined the residents of Sanctuary and have been with them ever since. Sparrow's father took the job of a guard, and once old enough Sparrow started working in the kitchens.
MISC.
-sparrow is way too trusting and likes to think there is good in everyone
- Name - Luciel K. Lumiere
Age - Appears early 20s
Breed - Halfbreed (Fiend bloodline)
Luciel stands at 5'10 with thick shoulder-length blonde hair and hazel eyes. Clean and smooth complexion save for freckles. Luciel sports four horns as well as the start of branching antlers, these are kept loosely bound with long strips of cloth which hold an array of symbols and Latin phrases painted in blood. The phrases depict a wide variety of prayers, though the symbols meld together like their own shapeless language which many suspect is demonic script.
Wide pupils constrict vertically into cat-like slits rather than simply narrowing, and reverse in reaction to darkness. Ironically, Luciel is far from a fan of bright light for this reason as it steals color from his vision in return for exceptional sight in low light settings.
Luciel speaks with as little mouth movement, accentuated upper and lower K9 fangs only hinting to the vicious maw behind them. With elastic properties to his facial skin around his double-jointed jaw, the rows of teeth continue another inch back. A bite from Luciel would be equally as horrifying as painful.
Lastly, slender fingers are armored especially around the tips with pale claws. The real oddity is how clean and filed they're kept, leaving them smooth and blunt to the touch...though they have a nasty habit of rapid growth back to razor sharpness if not tended to as religiously as Luciel keeps them.
In a slightly androgynous way, Luciel could be considered beautiful if the eye is willing to look past their monstrous features.
Luciel prefers an attire that resembles cloth, though is silken smooth. Form fitting though humble in its color resembling dried blood with his hues of faded crimson and charcoal black. The shawl worn over the suit holds an addition resembling a collar of burnt silver with a similar fastener linked to a ring around his shoulders.
The suit, itself has no pockets and the lower section integrates built in boots with flat 2-inch boot heels. It's unclear how this attire is put on or taken off, though the silver collar appears to be independent of the ensemble.
The quiet type, Luciel keeps to himself as he is wholly aware of what he is mostly out of fear of humans. This could be considered a predisposition, though his understanding nature reflects the notion to instead paint the situation as an unwillingness to unnerve humans with his appearance...and behavior.
Somewhere in the wasteland, Luciel found what some know as 'God', and his faith pulled him back from the sadistically feral blood that burns in his veins. Indefatigable purpose, empathy and a goal to aid the ailing currently staves off the monster that screams to maul humans and devour their flesh at every given second of every day. Because of this, his worship is obscenely odd and involves acts akin to the live sacrifice of animals, prayer/meditation, dancing in the moonlight (rarely naked) and 'sealing' (entering a trance to scribe the script into strips of cloth which adorn his horns and antlers).
Getting past his quirks, Luciel is a fan of company, though is a man of few words or facial emotions but is eager to serve human guests. His sense of humor can be seen as inappropriate or dark at times, but he means well and simply hasn't had much interaction with humans.
However, his greatest flaw is a vow of pacifism which some would see as his most honorable quality; an unconditional refusal to take life. Though he is far more than capable of defending himself and others with his qualities that separate him from humanity, the idea of drawing blood and being lost to bloodlust is a risk he refuses to take.
The events leading up to Luciel's birth are detailed in ways that have no business being recalled in text. A young woman bore the child of a horrific demon, a process that killed her in the process, leaving her older brother in possession of an abomination that spat in the face of God and Man. However, the small monster was still the last shred of family he had left. Whether it was this realization or simply beholding the unholy bridge between mankind and demons, he was driven into what the rest of his tribe described as madness. While he was ordered by the elders to dash the monster upon rocks and be done with the nightmare, he resisted and foolishly fled with everything his arms could carry, his or not.
My father was a good man. He taught me about the world and how we were the children of the earth and were born to live in fear. How to hunt in spite of my protest, how to harvest crops from the unbroken world...how to hide. I was great at hiding. We would play games where I would hide in the forest for days and father couldn't find me! It was in the woods where I truly learned how to play hide-and-seek with the beasts. Many ran from me, but the biggest one!
The biggest one had horns higher than I could reach! It had three eyes and fangs as big as my arms with HUGE claws! It was so cool! It roared so loud it shook the trees and my own shriek barely made the grass quiver, though that was probably the wind. I wanted it to make the sound again, to stay and tell me what else it knew...but it just...left.
It was years later that I realized how they all leave...
My father was my uncle, some madman who abandoned me in the woods time and time again to be eaten by the beasts who instigated my life. I learned this from an old man wandering the wastes when he found me over my uncle's corpse. Knife still in his hand and slashes across his arms and throat. The old man seemed to know him. More surprisingly, he knew me, told me how I was the child of the devil who killed dozens of those he loved. After an old word used to name the monster, the old man named me 'Luciel' before handing me a silver crucifix, saying that it would protect me.
Truly, he did not care what became of me, or even himself from the look in his eyes. He simply lost too much to have a handle on his old life. I followed him for a distance with everything my arms could carry and whatever I could fit in uncle's backpack in spite of his shouts to leave him be or what books he threw at me.
I...just didn't want to be alone. Even if it meant being at a distance and hated.
Weeks in, the man relented and taught me of the books he carried, the hope in the pages and its message for mankind and the mankind within me. He told me the truth of the world, and each syllable made me hate the man who had lied to me, stole me from my home and abandoned me in the woods countless times.
The old man also taught me about forgiveness...and gratitude. Without the evil and sacrifice of one man, I would have been dead before my eyes even opened. Regardless of the decade that followed and my life before, the few weeks I spent with the old man made me feel a part of something, as though I belonged.
Shouting matches with beasts, my first kill to protect the man...I understood prayer and it saved me from what I had almost become. I never wanted to be lost to the madness that left me in fits of manic hysteria like some rabid animal. I learned that believing in something had more power than what the true 'nothing' could actually provide. So after my trials and seeing the man disappear into the waterfall of sanctuary from afar, the old questions stung for only the moment it took for me to swallow and steal my resolve and begin building a shelter.
Do I believe in God?
No.
Humans are their own gods. Monsters only have demons.
And I made my choice of which one I wanted to be.
The Fiend blood that runs through Luciel gave him an innate skill in dark magic, though through conviction and faith, the darkness was bent across its own spectrum of physical manipulation, giving birth to light magic. This light magic has few but powerful spells focused on mending and protecting.
While Luciel wields these 'miracles', he is well aware of their origins. Demons bent the material plane to exact fear and devastation upon mankind in ways he seeks to undo through the base spell's understanding.
Luciel's most powerful and frequently casted spell. The translation roughly comes out as 'Loom'.
The intent is to stitch organic matter back together by binding wounds with seemingly golden threads and imbuing flesh with radiant energy which forces the body to quickly heal wounds at speeds that can be visibly observed. Though the whole casting may take anywhere from a few seconds to a minute depending on the severity of the wound, this spell has the capability to mend bone and knit muscle together to the extent of potentially reattaching severed limbs.
- This spell will not restore blood loss.
- Only good for one wound at a time and requires both hands and concentration.
- Can be used to mitigate damage from poison by forcing the victim's body to heal through the poison's effect until it is worked out of the body, naturally. This process can take a long time and is anything but pleasant.
- Therapy from the spell can ease back pain and arthritis brought about by aging, but cannot cure cancer or other diseases that have reemerged and now limit the human life span.
A more diverse form of 'Repth' that is less focused, though the general nature grants surprising benefits. Translated as 'Inspire'.
The expelled energy finds its way into nearby targets in a burst to swiftly boost metabolism with the buffer of magic, granting a significant hike to stamina, endurance and strength. While a side effect enhances the body's natural healing process, this is hardly enough to matter in the heat of combat.
- Good for moral as it temporarily sates fatigue.
- Requires both hands to channel and for targets to remain within 30ft for full effect.
- Doesn't so much bolster strength as it does allow fighters to put everything into every swing with little recovery.
A self-defense spell which vaguely translates to 'Burden'.
While will and spirit can carry a heart as far as legs wish, the spell is the closest to the darkness that Luciel dares to venture. The spell causes natural acids to build up in muscles at an alarming rate by hindering muscle's metabolism rates. The effect quickly tires victims and subjects them to cramps from continued strenuous activity such as running or fighting. The spell cannot be made fatal, and its result heavily depends on the actions of the afflicted.
- Can be cast with one hand, allowing two targets at once.
- Accumulation of amino acids in muscles cause targets to tire 5-10 times as fast. This does not target the heart or lungs but simply persists through concentration until canceled or the target collapses from their muscles simply failing to hold them up any longer.
- Luciel takes no pleasure in the use of the spell, and it is used mainly in self defense to dissuade pursuers or attackers.
- Highly ineffective against ranged attackers who simply need to pull and release a bowstring.
- Highly effective against attackers who need to get close with heavy armor and weapons.
- Spell cannot be focused with both hands to increase the effect. The spell magically limits a bodily function, not reverse it.
- Cancelling the spell in any way restores targets to the strength they had if normal exertion was factored in...though cramps can still hurt.
- Hearty targets can resist the effect for longer.
- Will probably just piss off greater demons.
Misc
- Usually ignored by some demons such as Fiends which he has a...strange...understanding with, even though they're regarded as one of the more vicious and merciless of beasts.
-Unarmed save for a blunt dagger he uses to harvest wild produce as well as an 'ancient' silver crucifix passed down in his family...and tough antlers, horns, an array of sharp teeth and claws (assuming he lets them grow).
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AGE
37
BREED
Human
PERSONALITY
-dark -manipulative
-idealistic -obsessive
-righteous -relentless
BIOGRAPHY
He grew up on the northern monastery of the Golden Claws. It is a post apocalyptic human settlement which guards the human occupied lands of the south from northern demonic invasions. For years, since the demons stopped their invasion, there was quiet. All they had to take care of was the occasional demon which tried to pass the border or attempted to pass as a civilian. So you can't really blame them for being unprepared and overwhelmed when a sudden demon attack obliterated the whole monastery. Everyone was killed. Young and old, master and student, no one was spared from the slaughter. They could easily defend against battalions of demon foot soldiers but the thing that attacked them, that monstrosity was never seen before and the fact that it sprung up from the ground, like it was buried there for centuries and had just awoken didn't make the defending any easier.
Numenor was the only one to survive. Now his mission is to travel south, informing any and every settlement along the way of what is to come. They have to know, they have to prepare for the hell fire that is to come...
MISC. |
53,408 | 1,457 | 1 | 2,663 | 35 | Les rayons du soleil ont lentement commencé à émerger et à éclater à travers la fenêtre près du lit d'Eden, il s'est assis avec une légère secousse. Un autre cauchemar l'avait plongé dans l'esprit. Ils s'en sortiront bien, il s'est dit lui-même."
Il s'inquiétait un peu pour les enfants alors que le cauchemar remontait, mais seulement pour un moment. Il craignait qu'un des démons qui a été vu récemment vienne les chercher. En regardant à sa table de chevet, il a atteint une bouteille d'eau voisine et a pris une longue perruque pour étancher sa gorge sèche. Il s'est ensuite levé et s'est occupé de sa routine matinale habituelle pour se préparer à la journée. Il était particulièrement excité pour ce jour particulier. Il serait en mesure d'enseigner aux enfants la flore et la faune locales, ce qui était toujours l'une des meilleures activités à faire avec eux puisqu'il était très main sur l'apprentissage. Il s'occupa de son hygénine en s'assurant d'avoir l'air aussi vif que jamais pour la journée, et il se mit en tenue pour l'activité.
"La meilleure chose à porter aujourd'hui car j'aurai besoin des poches supplémentaires."
Il s'est faufilé dans un placard voisin et a sorti un ensemble propre de salopettes, l'a jumelé avec un t-shirt et quelques bottes de travail et est parti sur son chemin. Il avait beaucoup de temps avant le début des cours aujourd'hui, donc il s'est dit qu'il devrait aller voir les locaux. | Name
Eden Brown
Age
21
Species
Human
Gender
Male
Description
Eden has a long and lean frame and stands at a height of 6'1 when standing up straight, but he has a very heavy tendency to slouch which makes him appear an inch or so shorter. He has dark brown dreadlocks that he wears in two styles, down or in a nice ponytail. He has brown eyes, a pale complexion and is generally considered very average in appearance.
Personality
Eden is a humble soul who enjoys bringing smiles to all. He is very loyal to those he has formed relationships with and will go the extra mile to ensure that they are well cared for. He is fairly educated and is somewhat of a genius when it comes to attempting to decipher what old world artifacts wouldve previously been, as long as it isnt too complicated.
Bio
Eden never really got the chance to know his parents like many other children did. What is known of them and their time in sanctuary is very little. As far as he knows his mother and father were travelers who wandered the world not knowing who to trust or where they could stay for long. Unlike many orphans who lost their parents to demons, Eden's parents abandoned him during early infancy at entrance to Sanctuary. And from there he was raised among the people of Sanctuary as if they were his own family. For a long while, many speculated that Eden's mother and father had been demons in disguise sent pretend to be a couple in need looking for a place to stay for the night, and had left Eden as some sort of trap. However, as Eden grew over time and showed no signs of being a demon this theory soon disappeared.
When Eden came of age to finally put his effort into the community he wanted to return what the residents had done for him. So he decided to take up the work as a teenager to watch over the younger children and teach them, and after a few years when he became an adult, he was selected to be one of the few trainers for the children. Now he lives his days out helping those in need, he is always willing to take on jobs that aren't his own if it means to return a favor.
Secrets
-Wears the only trinket his mother and father left him with, a necklace with a strange crystal on it.
-He enjoys poking around for things related to the past, more specifically anything music related.
-Spends most of his time at night singing alone somewhere where not many can hear him. |
53,409 | 1,457 | 2 | 1,415 | 573 | Ysran a regardé vers les montagnes. Une grande collection de bâtiments était assise sur le côté de la montagne. Sanctuaire. Il s'agissait d'un phénomène unique de nos jours. Tous ces humains vivent dans un si grand groupe. Une "ville" qu'ils appelleraient ça. Ils couvraient la terre il y a de nombreuses années, mais c'était probablement le seul aujourd'hui. Il en apprendrait probablement beaucoup ici. Sans parler de la technologie serait beaucoup plus avancée que tout ce qu'il n'aurait jamais vu. C'est l'heure de se lever.
Le trek vers le haut de la montagne était sans incident. Pas de faune. Pas de démons. Même pas un passant. Mais enfin il était là. Il a passé l'entrée et est entré dans les rues. Il pensait qu'il devrait commencer ses recherches maintenant. Il se pencha contre un bâtiment et regarda les rues. Alors, comment les humains interagissent - ils dans un si grand groupe? La plupart semblaient marcher les uns les autres, mais certains marchaient en groupe. Des frères et sœurs, peut-être? La famille? Il n'était pas sûr. Il a également remarqué la diversité des vêtements que tout le monde portait. La plupart portaient des couleurs claires, tandis que d'autres portaient des couleurs sombres. Il s'est alors rendu compte que sa longue robe pourpre n'était pas à sa place. Il avait besoin d'un changement de vêtements, sinon il n'allait pas bien. Il a levé le mur et a commencé à chercher quelqu'un prêt à échanger des vêtements. À en juger par la façon dont d'autres personnes avaient diverses choses mises sur les stands, et semblaient les échanger pour... quelque chose, mais ne pouvaient pas tout à fait dire quoi. | Name: Ysran Stormreach. He doesn't really know his name, so he just threw a few things together.
Age: Around late 20's
Breed: Human. However, demonic exposure has transformed his ears. Many think he is a half-breed.
Personality: Could be described as "Neutral Evil," He isn't explicitly evil, as in, he won't burn down buildings or terrorize people, but in the pursuit of knowledge and power, no price is to great to pay, even if it means resorting to things others may find "Evil"
Equipment: Ysran carries a pack of ritual materials and demonic texts. He also carries a Machete.
Bio: Ysran, or at least that's what he's gone to calling himself now, was a very smart child. He learned to read from his parents, and how to survive out in the wilderness. Because that's where he lived. He lived with a group of humans who were just trying to survive. Yet in his 15th year his entire tribe was destroyed by the demons.
A normal human would have ran, but Ysran was... Fascinated. He stared on, half terrified, half in wonder, as everyone was slaughtered. Yet when a rather human-like demon appeared to finish him, he asked to learn from them. The demons took a great interest in him. A human who would willingly work with them in the pursuit of knowledge. Surprisingly, they accepted his offer.
Forming a pact with them, he would be granted knowledge and demonic power, in exchange for information on how humans lived. How did they interact with each other? How did they make their weapons? The same way they did? These particular set of demons wanted to know, and were willing to offer power. Ysran accepted, and began to slowly return info to the group. He was then told of a place called "Sanctuary". A large congregation of humans? Perfect. He could learn much. He set out, seeking to know what awaits him.
Ysran was granted a small list of spell-like abilities:
A ball of dark energy capable of delivering quite a bit of force, about enough to go through a door. Against living targets, this can knock people down, and it terms of damage, it would take 2-3 to kill a normal person as the darkness burns like a strong acid. You're basically being hit with a bowling ball made of acid.
Attracts all manner of fish and sometimes other aquatic creatures to a singular point. The range can vary from a few inches to several feet.
A zombie-like minion is summoned to do Ysran's bidding. It can follow simple commands such as "Hold this" or "Go there". If told to, the Shambler will follow another person's commands until told otherwise by Ysran. It prioritizes Ysran's commands first. here's a pic.
A fish (or other aquatic creature) is summoned much like a Shambler. These can be anything from a goldfish, to a Great White Shark. However the general rule is, the bigger the creature, the shorter time it has before it is unsummoned. This can be delayed, but requires great concentration from Ysran.
Creates a layer of Scale-like armor around the skin. It doesn't turn your skin into scales,it just created a layer of them on top of the skin. Greater Fishscales is stronger, but normal Fishscales can be cast on others.
Can heal most wounds, poisons, and some diseases. This spell however costs quite a bit of mana, and spell casting time can take a while.
Fills an opponent's lungs with water, drowning them. However first, Ysran must mentally overcome his opponent. The spell also takes a moment to cast, and only lasts as long as Ysran concentrates.
Ysran sends forth a black smokescreen, and all that see within are shown monstrous, disgusting versions of their worst fears come to life. This usually makes people run away, or cower in fear. |
53,410 | 1,457 | 3 | 1,295 | 125 | La cuisine était vivante depuis l'aube.
Les odeurs de viande étourdissant au-dessus d'une flamme, les agrumes étant pressés dans des verres, et le pain frais se trancher en morceaux copieux remplissaient l'espace et dérivent dans le couloir et les pièces voisines. Le moineau frémit alors qu'elle terminait les plats de sa cuisson matinale, les séchant et les empilant dans la grande armoire sur le mur lointain de la pièce. Secouant un brin de cheveux errant derrière son oreille, elle saisit une épaisse tranche de pain sombre et riche du panier au milieu de la table et déchire un morceau, la farcissant dans sa bouche d'une manière pas si coquine. Ses yeux se ferment et elle sourit tout en mâchant la délicieuse gâterie.
"Ce n'est pas pour toi, petit oiseau!" Son compagnon cuisinier et mentor aimant, Larra, porte ses lèvres et rétrécit les yeux à Sparrow, qui se glousse en réponse et saisit le panier de pain sur son chemin hors de la cuisine. Elle place le panier au milieu de la plus grande table de la salle à manger, puis saisit une grande tige de fer près du mur pour s'occuper des feux qui avaient été allumés tôt le matin. Bien que le personnel de cuisine ait fait plus qu'assez de nourriture pour tous ceux qui vivaient au Sanctuaire, certains ont toujours aimé cuisiner pour eux-mêmes, et les incendies communautaires ont donc dû se maintenir tout au long de la journée. Leur tendre était l'un de ses plus petits boulots préférés, après seulement pour laver la vaisselle, mais tout le monde devait mettre dans leur juste part de travail.
Après avoir ravivé les flammes chaudes, Sparrow revient à la cuisine. Pendant qu'elle était partie, les autres ouvriers avaient fini de préparer le repas, et elle aide à apporter un éventail de viandes cuites, des fruits tranchés, un mélange de noix et de fromages, et les produits cuits ce matin à la table. Larra lui avait montré comment faire des muffins de graines de pavot, et trois douzaines d'entre eux remplissent des bols, accompagnés de petits pains doux et de délicieux biscuits salés. Les odeurs attirent les habitants endormis de leurs quartiers et bientôt la cuisine n'est pas la seule zone du village qui est largement éveillée. Les enfants se faufilent autour des tables, se faufilent entre les adultes pour prendre de la nourriture, puis s'enfuient pour partager leurs vols avec les autres avant de devoir partir en classe. Le rire éclate d'un coin de la pièce alors que les personnes âgées racontent des histoires entre elles, et d'autres personnes parlent des tâches des jours.
Au lieu de dîner avec les autres, le moineau prend quelques tidbits: une autre tranche de pain, un morceau de fromage, et une poignée de noix, et les attache dans un petit chiffon pour apporter à son endroit préféré. Elle saute dans un long couloir jusqu'à ses quartiers et place le cartable de nourriture sur sa table de nuit avant de se déshabiller et de se changer en robe bronzée. Elle tire le coton doux sur sa tête et le tire sur le reste de son corps. Le tissu câline sa poitrine et se détache dans une chemise détendue à ses hanches, l'ourlet tombant juste sous ses genoux. Elle tire un cardigan bleu clair sur ses épaules et passe un peigne à travers ses cheveux blonds avant d'attraper son petit déjeuner et de retourner dans le couloir.
Sparrow fait son chemin vers l'étage principal sur le côté sud de l'enceinte de montagne et trouve un petit banc contre un mur près de l'entrée du marché des villages. Quelques personnes étaient déjà en train d'installer des stands de traite pour la journée, et d'autres, comme elle, semblaient simplement regarder et se détendre. En ouvrant la toile tenant son petit déjeuner, elle brise un coin du morceau de fromage, grignotant le bord de celui-ci en fermant les yeux. Elle se penche la tête en arrière contre le mur de pierre cool et sourit en écoutant deux femmes se quereller sur un métier. Combien vaut vraiment une couverture tissée? De telles choses ne l'intéressaient pas beaucoup, mais la berline oisive détendit son esprit et laissa errer ses pensées. Ici, elle n'avait pas à s'inquiéter de s'assurer que le pain ne brûle pas, ou si quelqu'un d'autre allait laver la vaisselle d'aujourd'hui, elle pouvait simplement écouter les stress des autres, ce qui semblait beaucoup moins important que le sien. | NAME
born ariel lin, but has been called sparrow her entire life
AGE
somewhere in her late teens, likely eighteen or nineteen
BREED
entirely human
PERSONALITY
-charismatic -naive
-idealistic -obsessive
-forgiving -passionate
BIOGRAPHY
Oddly enough, Sparrow had a fairly normal childhood. Well, as normal of a childhood as she could have while growing up in the apocalypse. Her parents were loving, patient, and kind, and while she was raised within the confines of a small home in the middle of nowhere, she was a happy child. Her grandfather had built the small home where she was raised in the middle of the woods, hoping to make it a safe place for future generations, and so it was, until the attacks started happening. Her grandparents had long since passed, and Sparrow was somewhere around ten when the first attack happened. The demons took her mother and left young Sparrow with her father. The heartbroken two left their home in search of a safe place. A sanctuary.
They joined the residents of Sanctuary and have been with them ever since. Sparrow's father took the job of a guard, and once old enough Sparrow started working in the kitchens.
MISC.
-sparrow is way too trusting and likes to think there is good in everyone |
53,411 | 1,457 | 4 | 2,663 | 35 | Eden marcha à un rythme lent et descendit jusqu'à l'entrée principale. Tout le temps qu'il marchait en hurlant la tête et en agitant les résidents comme il le faisait tous les matins. Il a cherché quelqu'un qui aurait pu avoir besoin d'aide pour la journée et a rencontré un homme et un groupe d'enfants qui tentaient d'installer un stand de marché. Il semblait qu'ils avaient des ennuis, alors il s'est dirigé vers eux.
"Monsieur Eden, le stand de travail de papa ne se tiendra pas debout, et la bâche sur le dessus ne cesse de tomber. Pouvez-vous nous aider s'il vous plaît? une petite fille a sonné comme elle a signalé les problèmes.
"Bien sûr, laisse-moi jeter un coup d'oeil."
Il a fait son chemin, en prenant soigneusement en considération la façon dont il pourrait aider à résoudre ce problème. | Name
Eden Brown
Age
21
Species
Human
Gender
Male
Description
Eden has a long and lean frame and stands at a height of 6'1 when standing up straight, but he has a very heavy tendency to slouch which makes him appear an inch or so shorter. He has dark brown dreadlocks that he wears in two styles, down or in a nice ponytail. He has brown eyes, a pale complexion and is generally considered very average in appearance.
Personality
Eden is a humble soul who enjoys bringing smiles to all. He is very loyal to those he has formed relationships with and will go the extra mile to ensure that they are well cared for. He is fairly educated and is somewhat of a genius when it comes to attempting to decipher what old world artifacts wouldve previously been, as long as it isnt too complicated.
Bio
Eden never really got the chance to know his parents like many other children did. What is known of them and their time in sanctuary is very little. As far as he knows his mother and father were travelers who wandered the world not knowing who to trust or where they could stay for long. Unlike many orphans who lost their parents to demons, Eden's parents abandoned him during early infancy at entrance to Sanctuary. And from there he was raised among the people of Sanctuary as if they were his own family. For a long while, many speculated that Eden's mother and father had been demons in disguise sent pretend to be a couple in need looking for a place to stay for the night, and had left Eden as some sort of trap. However, as Eden grew over time and showed no signs of being a demon this theory soon disappeared.
When Eden came of age to finally put his effort into the community he wanted to return what the residents had done for him. So he decided to take up the work as a teenager to watch over the younger children and teach them, and after a few years when he became an adult, he was selected to be one of the few trainers for the children. Now he lives his days out helping those in need, he is always willing to take on jobs that aren't his own if it means to return a favor.
Secrets
-Wears the only trinket his mother and father left him with, a necklace with a strange crystal on it.
-He enjoys poking around for things related to the past, more specifically anything music related.
-Spends most of his time at night singing alone somewhere where not many can hear him. |
53,412 | 1,457 | 5 | 919 | 248 | Adam avait trouvé le Sanctuaire hier. Ou plutôt, hier soir. Ce fut un long voyage pour lui.
Comme il avait trébuché dans les gardes se méfiaient de lui mais ne voulait pas qu'il erre dans les rues, donc il avait été enfermé. Le matin, ils l'ont laissé partir. C'était maintenant.
Il regardait autour de lui, se taisait et observait les humains. Il a parié qu'il y avait des mutants ici, mais certainement pas de démons comme lui. Pour cette raison, il était terrifié.
Il a trouvé son chemin dans le marché et s'est demandé quoi faire ensuite. Qu'est-ce qu'il y avait à faire? Qu'est-ce qu'un humain ferait? Socialiser. Oui. Il a choisi une fille aux cheveux blonds qui se penchait contre le mur et mangeait () Il s'est soigneusement approché d'elle, lui donnant un sourire.
"Bonjour," il a décidé de commencer, un salut humain traditionnel. "Je suis nouveau en ville et je ne sais pas quoi faire maintenant. Depuis combien de temps êtes-vous ici?"
Très bien. C'était bon, pour l'instant. | The Sanctuary
"Haha! Ha...haha...no, I-I'm human! Just like you!"
Street Food
Name
061001 - Adam Willius
Age
Unknown, seems in late teens/early twenties
Breed
Demon
Gender
Male
Description
In his human form, Adam stands at 5'7" with light brown hair and lovely green eyes. His skin in this form is a nice pale.
In his demon form, Adam stands at 6'3" with white strands of hair and crimson red eyes. His skin in this form is ghostly white. He has scales coming out of his back where his spine is, and claws on the ends of his hands.
Personality
While he appears human, Adam is very kind and passionate about protecting others. He appears especially attractive and innocent. While human, Adam is loving and listens very well. He seems like the perfect nice person. He is silly, and everything a shy and innocent person would be.
However, when he is in his demon form he is the opposite. He is cruel, terrible, and terrifying. He'll protect those who he deems worthy of protecting, but he is mostly uncontrollable and chaotic while in this mode. He's unpredictable.
Backstory
The demons were getting smarter. More clever. They wanted a way to create more of themselves that looked human. So they did. They took what was needed to create a demon, and placed it into the body of a human. The result was Adam.
But Adam was a failure. He didn't want to hurt the humans, he wanted to protect them. He felt...emotions. He was lucky he had his demon form, and he fought his demon parents off. Killed them, and then set out on his own. Did he want...closure? A home? A family? Being a human is confusing. After finding a few and (secretly) learning from them, he's gotten the hang of it. Now, he's one his way to The Sanctuary. He just hopes they don't murder him.
Misc
-In human form, he carries two daggers made from his parent's bones
-Adam finds humans interesting, so if he's to be with one romantically he doesn't care their sex |
53,413 | 1,457 | 6 | 1,295 | 125 | Le moineau ouvre les yeux au son des pas doux qui viennent dans sa direction. En voyant le jeune homme debout devant elle, elle s'assied droit et sourit brillamment. «Bienvenue au Sanctuaire», dit-elle joyeusement. Replier le tissu et le glisser dans la poche avant de sa robe, elle se tient debout et court-circuite, les brins de ses cheveux tombent sur ses yeux et sur le redressement, elle tire les verrous indisciplinés sur son épaule droite en un mouvement fluide. Elle regarde le nouveau venu, ses yeux bleus frais l'étudiant de haut en bas avant de le regarder de nouveau dans l'œil. Se rendant compte qu'elle était restée silencieuse trop longtemps, elle laisse sortir un rire nerveux et force le sourire à rester sur son visage, plutôt que de montrer n'importe quelle sorte de nerfs. "Vous êtes probablement affamé si vous venez d'arriver. Viens avec moi et on va te chercher à manger."
Elle prend la main dans la sienne et clignote, s'arrêtant une seconde et regardant dans l'espace. « Vous m'avez demandé depuis combien de temps je suis ici », dit-elle avec attention. "Désolé, j'ai juste un peu peur quand je rencontre quelqu'un de si... nouveau. Je suis ici depuis un bon moment. Pas aussi longtemps que quelques villageois, mais plus longtemps que vous l'avez fait! » Elle glousse et ses joues bouffent un rose clair alors qu'elle gronde dans son discours. Pourquoi ça me rend si bizarre? Elle pense à elle-même, mais la pensée passe vite alors qu'elle revient à sa tentative assez étrange d'accueil.
La nourriture a toujours été la façon de sa famille de se réunir et de se détendre, ce qui a expliqué l'estomac plutôt rond de son père, et elle a continué sur cette note. Non seulement la nourriture ici goûtait fantastique, mais elle lui donnerait une chance de montrer le nouveau gars autour, et elle se sentait toujours plus à l'aise dans la cuisine.
"Maintenant, de la nourriture. Tu as besoin de manger." Elle se rend compte qu'elle tenait toujours sa main. Elle laisse aller immédiatement et son visage rougit plus loin. Nerveusement, elle passe une de ses mains à travers ses cheveux, puis les serre ensemble. "Désolé, voulez-vous que je vous montre à la salle à manger?" Sa voix s'assouplit pendant qu'elle parle, clairement embarrassée et encore plus nerveuse qu'elle ne l'avait été lorsque le garçon lui avait parlé pour la première fois. | NAME
born ariel lin, but has been called sparrow her entire life
AGE
somewhere in her late teens, likely eighteen or nineteen
BREED
entirely human
PERSONALITY
-charismatic -naive
-idealistic -obsessive
-forgiving -passionate
BIOGRAPHY
Oddly enough, Sparrow had a fairly normal childhood. Well, as normal of a childhood as she could have while growing up in the apocalypse. Her parents were loving, patient, and kind, and while she was raised within the confines of a small home in the middle of nowhere, she was a happy child. Her grandfather had built the small home where she was raised in the middle of the woods, hoping to make it a safe place for future generations, and so it was, until the attacks started happening. Her grandparents had long since passed, and Sparrow was somewhere around ten when the first attack happened. The demons took her mother and left young Sparrow with her father. The heartbroken two left their home in search of a safe place. A sanctuary.
They joined the residents of Sanctuary and have been with them ever since. Sparrow's father took the job of a guard, and once old enough Sparrow started working in the kitchens.
MISC.
-sparrow is way too trusting and likes to think there is good in everyone |
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Tirant des cordes dorées chatoyantes, Luciel mit en place les moitiés de sa tenue construite tout en prenant un moment pour mettre les bottes correctement en place. Avec un bâillement, il se jeta sur ses pieds du lit qu'il avait construit contre le mur intérieur de sa grotte. Les monstres vivaient dans des grottes, non?
Eh bien, une année de construction et de planification, des périodes de creusement ont creusé une petite partie d'une colline et construit des chemins avec des bûches tombées. Des couches de soda sur des peaux de gibier chassées retenaient le poids de la neige et des petites plantes qui cherchaient déjà à réclamer l'ajout à la colline. Les meubles n'étaient rien de spectaculaire, une cheminée avec un dessus étouffé pour cacher la fumée assombrie hôte à une cheminée à capuchon où une grille était assise suspendue au-dessus d'un tas de charbons morts. Crates jigsawed ensemble sans clous tenu divers produits que Luciel a remué avec un pulvérisateur, cueillir la meilleure sélection de radis, carottes et oignons. Bien qu'il savait que Sanctuaire pouvait gérer lui-même, la ration de saisie qu'il avait à offrir était destinée à faire son voyage en ville vaut juste beaucoup plus.
En poussant une peau d'ours de côté pour vérifier l'entrée, il semblait que les pommes de terre étaient mûres pour la cueillette et il se mit à travailler avec le poignard à la main, abusant de l'instrument de destruction pour abattre les légumes racinaires frais. Dans le processus, la poignée s'inclinait avec un creak et Luciel se retira rapidement pour trouver la dague ternie et à demi roussée courbée après avoir essayé de hisser un rocher. Honnêtement, il n'avait pas l'intention de commencer le matin, l'obligeant à courir un pouce le long de la croix d'argent de son collier avant d'enfiler la lame. Le grit pris jusqu'à ce qu'il le claquât avec une croûte bruyante et un grognement en réponse, claquant un poing dans la saleté et scintillant l'une des précieuses légumineuses.
Tout simplement fronçant, il s'est tenu et a brossé la saleté de son courant en rentrant à l'intérieur pour la jeter dans un sac de jeu avec quelques autres de la réserve personnelle. Il y en aurait toujours plus, de toute façon.
Avant de partir, il a tiré sur sa peau d'ours façonnée, contrairement à la cachette désordonnée qui couvrait l'entrée. Ceinture et sections réservées pour glisser ses bois dans fait il semble comme la peau d'un fou, ironiquement déguisant ce qu'il était... bien, à quiconque ne savait pas déjà.
Le manteau de l'ours gardait facilement Luciel au chaud en raison de sa taille et de la façon dont il l'avait ceint en trois sections. Chargé du sac de jeu et du sac à dos rempli de légumes racines, il partit à travers la forêt en direction du vilillage éveillé et de sa lumière qui s'évanouissait lentement des torches allumées et ronflées dans le crépuscule du matin.
Il avait été tellement perdu dans ses traces de croûte et d'écoute d'autres sons, il n'avait presque pas remarqué la femme perchée dans un arbre si ce n'était pour les ombres sur lesquelles son regard vers le bas s'est produit. Curiosité l'a pris un moment assez longtemps pour presque faire le contact visuel avec eux avant de tourner la tête en arrière, ne voulant pas attirer l'attention. Pourtant, il a fait de son mieux pour ne pas être impoli, offrant une écorce petite et maladroite de "G-Bonjour!" à Brielle avant de poursuivre son voyage.
Elle avait l'air armée, quelque chose que Luciel cherchait à éviter à tout prix; s'engager dans des gentillesses sociales avec un humain armé seul dans les bois, en particulier tout en jetant des provisions. Il soupçonnait les humains seuls d'être des créatures d'avantage, n'ayant aucune connaissance des chasseurs, et il reprit son rythme dans une légère crainte d'être volé ou pire. | Name - Luciel K. Lumiere
Age - Appears early 20s (Likely late 20s)
Breed - Halfbreed (Fiend bloodline)
Luciel stands at 5'10 with thick shoulder-length blonde hair and hazel eyes. Clean and smooth complexion save for freckles. Luciel sports four horns as well as the start of branching antlers, these are kept loosely bound with long strips of cloth which hold an array of symbols and Latin phrases painted in blood. The phrases depict a wide variety of prayers, though the symbols meld together like their own shapeless language which many suspect is demonic script.
Wide pupils constrict vertically into cat-like slits rather than simply narrowing, and reverse in reaction to darkness. Ironically, Luciel is far from a fan of bright light for this reason as it steals color from his vision in return for exceptional sight in low light settings.
Luciel speaks with as little mouth movement, accentuated upper and lower K9 fangs only hinting to the vicious maw behind them. With elastic properties to his facial skin around his double-jointed jaw, the rows of teeth continue another inch back. A bite from Luciel would be equally as horrifying as painful.
Lastly, slender fingers are armored especially around the tips with pale claws. The real oddity is how clean and filed they're kept, leaving them smooth and blunt to the touch...though they have a nasty habit of rapid growth back to razor sharpness if not tended to as religiously as Luciel keeps them.
In a slightly androgynous way, Luciel could be considered beautiful if the eye is willing to look past their monstrous features.
Luciel prefers an attire that resembles cloth, though is silken smooth. Form fitting though humble in its color resembling dried blood with his hues of faded crimson and charcoal black. The shawl worn over the suit holds an addition resembling a collar of burnt silver with a similar fastener linked to a ring around his shoulders.
The suit, itself has no pockets and the lower section integrates built in boots with flat 2-inch boot heels. It's unclear how this attire is put on or taken off, though the silver collar appears to be independent of the ensemble.
The quiet type, Luciel keeps to himself as he is wholly aware of what he is mostly out of fear of humans. This could be considered a predisposition, though his understanding nature reflects the notion to instead paint the situation as an unwillingness to unnerve humans with his appearance...and behavior.
Somewhere in the wasteland, Luciel found what some know as 'God', and his faith pulled him back from the sadistically feral blood that burns in his veins. Indefatigable purpose, empathy and a goal to aid the ailing currently staves off the monster that screams to maul humans and devour their flesh at every given second of every day. Because of this, his worship is obscenely odd and involves acts akin to the live sacrifice of animals, prayer/meditation, dancing in the moonlight (rarely naked) and 'sealing' (entering a trance to scribe the script into strips of cloth which adorn his horns and antlers).
Getting past his quirks, Luciel is a fan of company, though is a man of few words or facial emotions but is eager to serve human guests. His sense of humor can be seen as inappropriate or dark at times, but he means well and simply hasn't had much interaction with humans.
However, his greatest flaw is a vow of pacifism which some would see as his most honorable quality; an unconditional refusal to take life. Though he is far more than capable of defending himself and others with his qualities that separate him from humanity, the idea of drawing blood and being lost to bloodlust is a risk he refuses to take.
The events leading up to Luciel's birth are detailed in ways that have no business being recalled in text. A young woman bore the child of a horrific demon, a process that killed her in the process, leaving her older brother in possession of an abomination that spat in the face of God and Man. However, the small monster was still the last shred of family he had left. Whether it was this realization or simply beholding the unholy bridge between mankind and demons, he was driven into what the rest of his tribe described as madness. While he was ordered by the elders to dash the monster upon rocks and be done with the nightmare, he resisted and foolishly fled with everything his arms could carry, his or not.
My father was a good man. He taught me about the world and how we were the children of the earth and were born to live in fear. How to hunt in spite of my protest, how to harvest crops from the unbroken world...how to hide. I was great at hiding. We would play games where I would hide in the forest for days and father couldn't find me! It was in the woods where I truly learned how to play hide-and-seek with the beasts. Many ran from me, but the biggest one!
The biggest one had horns higher than I could reach! It had three eyes and fangs as big as my arms with HUGE claws! It was so cool! It roared so loud it shook the trees and my own shriek barely made the grass quiver, though that was probably the wind. I wanted it to make the sound again, to stay and tell me what else it knew...but it just...left.
It was years later that I realized how they all leave...
My father was my uncle, some madman who abandoned me in the woods time and time again to be eaten by the beasts who instigated my life. I learned this from an old man wandering the wastes when he found me over my uncle's corpse. Knife still in his hand and slashes across his arms and throat. The old man seemed to know him. More surprisingly, he knew me, told me how I was the child of the devil who killed dozens of those he loved. After an old word used to name the monster, the old man named me 'Luciel' before handing me a silver crucifix, saying that it would protect me.
Truly, he did not care what became of me, or even himself from the look in his eyes. He simply lost too much to have a handle on his old life. I followed him for a distance with everything my arms could carry and whatever I could fit in uncle's backpack in spite of his shouts to leave him be or what books he threw at me.
I...just didn't want to be alone. Even if it meant being at a distance and hated.
Weeks in, the man relented and taught me of the books he carried, the hope in the pages and its message for mankind and the mankind within me. He told me the truth of the world, and each syllable made me hate the man who had lied to me, stole me from my home and abandoned me in the woods countless times.
The old man also taught me about forgiveness...and gratitude. Without the evil and sacrifice of one man, I would have been dead before my eyes even opened. Regardless of the decade that followed and my life before, the few weeks I spent with the old man made me feel a part of something, as though I belonged.
Shouting matches with beasts, my first kill to protect the man...I understood prayer and it saved me from what I had almost become. I never wanted to be lost to the madness that left me in fits of manic hysteria like some rabid animal. I learned that believing in something had more power than what the true 'nothing' could actually provide. So after my trials and seeing the man disappear into the waterfall of sanctuary from afar, the old questions stung for only the moment it took for me to swallow and steal my resolve and begin building a shelter.
Do I believe in God?
No.
Humans are their own gods. Monsters only have demons.
And I made my choice of which one I wanted to be.
The Fiend blood that runs through Luciel gave him an innate skill in dark magic, though through conviction and faith, the darkness was bent across its own spectrum of physical manipulation, giving birth to light magic. This light magic has few but powerful spells focused on mending and protecting.
While Luciel wields these 'miracles', he is well aware of their origins. Demons bent the material plane to exact fear and devastation upon mankind in ways he seeks to undo through the base spell's understanding.
Luciel's most powerful and frequently casted spell. The translation roughly comes out as 'Loom'.
The intent is to stitch organic matter back together by binding wounds with seemingly golden threads and imbuing flesh with radiant energy which forces the body to quickly heal wounds at speeds that can be visibly observed. Though the whole casting may take anywhere from a few seconds to a minute depending on the severity of the wound, this spell has the capability to mend bone and knit muscle together to the extent of potentially reattaching severed limbs.
- This spell will not restore blood loss.
- Only good for one wound at a time and requires both hands and concentration.
- Can be used to mitigate damage from poison by forcing the victim's body to heal through the poison's effect until it is worked out of the body, naturally. This process can take a long time and is anything but pleasant.
- Therapy from the spell can ease back pain and arthritis brought about by aging, but cannot cure cancer or other diseases that have reemerged and now limit the human life span.
A more diverse form of 'Repth' that is less focused, though the general nature grants surprising benefits. Translated as 'Inspire'.
The expelled energy finds its way into nearby targets in a burst to swiftly boost metabolism with the buffer of magic, granting a significant hike to stamina, endurance and strength. While a side effect enhances the body's natural healing process, this is hardly enough to matter in the heat of combat.
- Good for moral as it temporarily sates fatigue.
- Requires both hands to channel and for targets to remain within 30ft for full effect.
- Doesn't so much bolster strength as it does allow fighters to put everything into every swing with little recovery.
A self-defense spell which vaguely translates to 'Burden'.
While will and spirit can carry a heart as far as legs wish, the spell is the closest to the darkness that Luciel dares to venture. The spell causes natural acids to build up in muscles at an alarming rate by hindering muscle's metabolism rates. The effect quickly tires victims and subjects them to cramps from continued strenuous activity such as running or fighting. The spell cannot be made fatal, and its result heavily depends on the actions of the afflicted.
- Can be cast with one hand, allowing two targets at once.
- Accumulation of amino acids in muscles cause targets to tire 5-10 times as fast. This does not target the heart or lungs but simply persists through concentration until canceled or the target collapses from their muscles simply failing to hold them up any longer.
- Luciel takes no pleasure in the use of the spell, and it is used mainly in self defense to dissuade pursuers or attackers.
- Highly ineffective against ranged attackers who simply need to pull and release a bowstring.
- Highly effective against attackers who need to get close with heavy armor and weapons.
- Spell cannot be focused with both hands to increase the effect. The spell magically stops a bodily function, not reverse it.
- Hearty targets can resist the effect for longer.
- Will probably just piss off greater demons.
Misc
- Usually ignored by some demons such as Fiends which he has a...strange...understanding with, even though they're regarded as one of the more vicious and merciless of beasts.
-Unarmed save for a blunt dagger he uses to harvest wild produce as well as an 'ancient' silver crucifix passed down in his family...and tough antlers, horns, an array of sharp teeth and claws (assuming he lets them grow). |
53,415 | 1,457 | 8 | 1,316 | 226 | Combien de temps elle s'était reposée dans l'arbre était au-delà d'elle, elle avait traversé assez de pages de son livre avant d'être interrompue. Les bruits de quelque chose qui se dirigeait vers elle ont attiré son attention. Elle a arpenté la région depuis la branche où elle se trouvait et a vu apparaître un être - qui l'a saluée immédiatement. Elle l'a regardé, alors qu'il a annoncé un contact visuel avec elle. Brielle fixa ses cornes, et porta ses lèvres dans la pensée, un son fougueux étant produit alors qu'elle coupait le livre fermé après la reconnaissance du museau. Replacer rapidement le livre dans sa sacoche, elle a jeté simultanément la pomme qu'elle avait mangée loin d'eux - un bruit qui sonnait au loin alors qu'il entrait en collision avec la terre. Brielle a rétréci les yeux sur le visage du garçon, elle l'avait vu auparavant - et savait qu'il était l'un des rares mutants à faire affaire avec le Sanctuaire.
Le rétrécissement de ses yeux n'était que sa pensée sur la façon de gérer la situation, mais pouvait probablement être prise de la mauvaise façon. Il lui a fallu un moment pour le reconnaître, puisqu'elle n'a jamais eu à s'occuper de lui. Ce qui était bien pour elle, elle aimait seulement rencontrer des démons quand elle les tuait. Malheureusement, dans l'esprit de Brielle, le roi Dominick avait un faible pour les nés muets, bien que beaucoup de ceux qui respectaient son espèce diraient 'à moitié-sang', elle les appelait'mutt'. Son dégoût pour les démons s'attardait fortement sur sa vie - une fois que toute votre famille a été massacrée par eux son genre de difficile à vouloir faire confiance à n'importe quelle sorte d'entre eux. Elle a sauté de la branche de l'arbre, et a inhalé profondément.
"Vous êtes en route pour le Sanctuaire?" C'était une question, mais ça s'est passé plus comme une déclaration, tout en marchant vers le métis.
Brielle n'a jamais été exactement « méchante », elle n'était pas fan d'un démon ou d'un autre qui courait avec eux. Elle a fait de son mieux pour toujours être rationnelle, mais distante accrochée à l'air épais - en raison de son ton, et le langage du corps. Elle a serré son arc fermement dans sa main droite, et a forcé un petit sourire. "Je marcherai avec vous - Ma chasse de jour n'a pas été si productive..." Elle gémit, et rejoint le voyageur à ses côtés. Son comportement semblait se détendre un peu pendant qu'ils marchaient ensemble, « Quel était ton nom déjà? » Brielle s'interroge sur le fait de déplacer une branche basse pendant qu'elle se dirigeait vers l'entrée. | Name: Ysran Stormreach. He doesn't really know his name, so he just threw a few things together.
Age: Around late 20's
Breed: Human. However, demonic exposure has transformed his ears. Many think he is a half-breed.
Personality: Could be described as "Neutral Evil," He isn't explicitly evil, as in, he won't burn down buildings or terrorize people, but in the pursuit of knowledge and power, no price is to great to pay, even if it means resorting to things others may find "Evil"
Equipment: Ysran carries a pack of ritual materials and demonic texts. He also carries a Machete.
Bio: Ysran, or at least that's what he's gone to calling himself now, was a very smart child. He learned to read from his parents, and how to survive out in the wilderness. Because that's where he lived. He lived with a group of humans who were just trying to survive. Yet in his 15th year his entire tribe was destroyed by the demons.
A normal human would have ran, but Ysran was... Fascinated. He stared on, half terrified, half in wonder, as everyone was slaughtered. Yet when a rather human-like demon appeared to finish him, he asked to learn from them. The demons took a great interest in him. A human who would willingly work with them in the pursuit of knowledge. Surprisingly, they accepted his offer.
Forming a pact with them, he would be granted knowledge and demonic power, in exchange for information on how humans lived. How did they interact with each other? How did they make their weapons? The same way they did? These particular set of demons wanted to know, and were willing to offer power. Ysran accepted, and began to slowly return info to the group. He was then told of a place called "Sanctuary". A large congregation of humans? Perfect. He could learn much. He set out, seeking to know what awaits him.
Ysran was granted a small list of spell-like abilities:
A ball of dark energy capable of delivering quite a bit of force, about enough to go through a door. Against living targets, this can knock people down, and it terms of damage, it would take 2-3 to kill a normal person as the darkness burns like a strong acid. You're basically being hit with a bowling ball made of acid.
Attracts all manner of fish and sometimes other aquatic creatures to a singular point. The range can vary from a few inches to several feet.
A zombie-like minion is summoned to do Ysran's bidding. It can follow simple commands such as "Hold this" or "Go there". If told to, the Shambler will follow another person's commands until told otherwise by Ysran. It prioritizes Ysran's commands first. here's a pic.
A fish (or other aquatic creature) is summoned much like a Shambler. These can be anything from a goldfish, to a Great White Shark. However the general rule is, the bigger the creature, the shorter time it has before it is unsummoned. This can be delayed, but requires great concentration from Ysran.
Creates a layer of Scale-like armor around the skin. It doesn't turn your skin into scales,it just created a layer of them on top of the skin. Greater Fishscales is stronger, but normal Fishscales can be cast on others.
Can heal most wounds, poisons, and some diseases. This spell however costs quite a bit of mana, and spell casting time can take a while.
Fills an opponent's lungs with water, drowning them. However first, Ysran must mentally overcome his opponent. The spell also takes a moment to cast, and only lasts as long as Ysran concentrates.
Ysran sends forth a black smokescreen, and all that see within are shown monstrous, disgusting versions of their worst fears come to life. This usually makes people run away, or cower in fear.
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Name
Eden Brown
Age
21
Species
Human
Gender
Male
Description
Eden has a long and lean frame and stands at a height of 6'1 when standing up straight, but he has a very heavy tendency to slouch which makes him appear an inch or so shorter. He has dark brown dreadlocks that he wears in two styles, down or in a nice ponytail. He has brown eyes, a pale complexion and is generally considered very average in appearance.
Personality
Eden is a humble soul who enjoys bringing smiles to all. He is very loyal to those he has formed relationships with and will go the extra mile to ensure that they are well cared for. He is fairly educated and is somewhat of a genius when it comes to attempting to decipher what old world artifacts wouldve previously been, as long as it isnt too complicated.
Bio
Eden never really got the chance to know his parents like many other children did. What is known of them and their time in sanctuary is very little. As far as he knows his mother and father were travelers who wandered the world not knowing who to trust or where they could stay for long. Unlike many orphans who lost their parents to demons, Eden's parents abandoned him during early infancy at entrance to Sanctuary. And from there he was raised among the people of Sanctuary as if they were his own family. For a long while, many speculated that Eden's mother and father had been demons in disguise sent pretend to be a couple in need looking for a place to stay for the night, and had left Eden as some sort of trap. However, as Eden grew over time and showed no signs of being a demon this theory soon disappeared.
When Eden came of age to finally put his effort into the community he wanted to return what the residents had done for him. So he decided to take up the work as a teenager to watch over the younger children and teach them, and after a few years when he became an adult, he was selected to be one of the few trainers for the children. Now he lives his days out helping those in need, he is always willing to take on jobs that aren't his own if it means to return a favor.
Secrets
-Wears the only trinket his mother and father left him with, a necklace with a strange crystal on it.
-He enjoys poking around for things related to the past, more specifically anything music related.
-Spends most of his time at night singing alone somewhere where not many can hear him.
-The Sanctuary
"Haha! Ha...haha...no, I-I'm human! Just like you!"
Street Food
Name
061001 - Adam Willius
Age
Unknown, seems in late teens/early twenties
Breed
Demon
Gender
Male
Description
In his human form, Adam stands at 5'7" with light brown hair and lovely green eyes. His skin in this form is a nice pale.
In his demon form, Adam stands at 6'3" with white strands of hair and crimson red eyes. His skin in this form is ghostly white.
Personality
While he appears human, Adam is very kind and passionate about protecting others. He appears especially attractive and innocent. While human, Adam is loving and listens very well. He seems like the perfect nice person. He is silly, and everything a shy and innocent person would be.
However, when he is in his demon form he is the opposite. He is cruel, terrible, and terrifying. He'll protect those who he deems worthy of protecting, but he is mostly uncontrollable and chaotic while in this mode. He's unpredictable.
Backstory
The demons were getting smarter. More clever. They wanted a way to create more of themselves that looked human. So they did. They took what was needed to create a demon, and placed it into the body of a human. The result was Adam.
But Adam was a failure. He didn't want to hurt the humans, he wanted to protect them. He felt...emotions. He was lucky he had his demon form, and he fought his demon parents off. Killed them, and then set out on his own. Did he want...closure? A home? A family? Being a human is confusing. After finding a few and (secretly) learning from them, he's gotten the hang of it. Now, he's one his way to The Sanctuary. He just hopes they don't murder him.
Misc
-In human form, he carries two daggers made from his parent's bones
-Adam finds humans interesting, so if he's to be with one romantically he doesn't care their sex
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NAME
born ariel lin, but has been called sparrow her entire life
AGE
somewhere in her late teens, likely eighteen or nineteen
BREED
entirely human
PERSONALITY
-charismatic -naive
-idealistic -obsessive
-forgiving -passionate
BIOGRAPHY
Oddly enough, Sparrow had a fairly normal childhood. Well, as normal of a childhood as she could have while growing up in the apocalypse. Her parents were loving, patient, and kind, and while she was raised within the confines of a small home in the middle of nowhere, she was a happy child. Her grandfather had built the small home where she was raised in the middle of the woods, hoping to make it a safe place for future generations, and so it was, until the attacks started happening. Her grandparents had long since passed, and Sparrow was somewhere around ten when the first attack happened. The demons took her mother and left young Sparrow with her father. The heartbroken two left their home in search of a safe place. A sanctuary.
They joined the residents of Sanctuary and have been with them ever since. Sparrow's father took the job of a guard, and once old enough Sparrow started working in the kitchens.
MISC.
-sparrow is way too trusting and likes to think there is good in everyone
- Name - Luciel K. Lumiere
Age - Appears early 20s
Breed - Halfbreed (Fiend bloodline)
Luciel stands at 5'10 with thick shoulder-length blonde hair and hazel eyes. Clean and smooth complexion save for freckles. Luciel sports four horns as well as the start of branching antlers, these are kept loosely bound with long strips of cloth which hold an array of symbols and Latin phrases painted in blood. The phrases depict a wide variety of prayers, though the symbols meld together like their own shapeless language which many suspect is demonic script.
Wide pupils constrict vertically into cat-like slits rather than simply narrowing, and reverse in reaction to darkness. Ironically, Luciel is far from a fan of bright light for this reason as it steals color from his vision in return for exceptional sight in low light settings.
Luciel speaks with as little mouth movement, accentuated upper and lower K9 fangs only hinting to the vicious maw behind them. With elastic properties to his facial skin around his double-jointed jaw, the rows of teeth continue another inch back. A bite from Luciel would be equally as horrifying as painful.
Lastly, slender fingers are armored especially around the tips with pale claws. The real oddity is how clean and filed they're kept, leaving them smooth and blunt to the touch...though they have a nasty habit of rapid growth back to razor sharpness if not tended to as religiously as Luciel keeps them.
In a slightly androgynous way, Luciel could be considered beautiful if the eye is willing to look past their monstrous features.
Luciel prefers an attire that resembles cloth, though is silken smooth. Form fitting though humble in its color resembling dried blood with his hues of faded crimson and charcoal black. The shawl worn over the suit holds an addition resembling a collar of burnt silver with a similar fastener linked to a ring around his shoulders.
The suit, itself has no pockets and the lower section integrates built in boots with flat 2-inch boot heels. It's unclear how this attire is put on or taken off, though the silver collar appears to be independent of the ensemble.
The quiet type, Luciel keeps to himself as he is wholly aware of what he is mostly out of fear of humans. This could be considered a predisposition, though his understanding nature reflects the notion to instead paint the situation as an unwillingness to unnerve humans with his appearance...and behavior.
Somewhere in the wasteland, Luciel found what some know as 'God', and his faith pulled him back from the sadistically feral blood that burns in his veins. Indefatigable purpose, empathy and a goal to aid the ailing currently staves off the monster that screams to maul humans and devour their flesh at every given second of every day. Because of this, his worship is obscenely odd and involves acts akin to the live sacrifice of animals, prayer/meditation, dancing in the moonlight (rarely naked) and 'sealing' (entering a trance to scribe the script into strips of cloth which adorn his horns and antlers).
Getting past his quirks, Luciel is a fan of company, though is a man of few words or facial emotions but is eager to serve human guests. His sense of humor can be seen as inappropriate or dark at times, but he means well and simply hasn't had much interaction with humans.
However, his greatest flaw is a vow of pacifism which some would see as his most honorable quality; an unconditional refusal to take life. Though he is far more than capable of defending himself and others with his qualities that separate him from humanity, the idea of drawing blood and being lost to bloodlust is a risk he refuses to take.
The events leading up to Luciel's birth are detailed in ways that have no business being recalled in text. A young woman bore the child of a horrific demon, a process that killed her in the process, leaving her older brother in possession of an abomination that spat in the face of God and Man. However, the small monster was still the last shred of family he had left. Whether it was this realization or simply beholding the unholy bridge between mankind and demons, he was driven into what the rest of his tribe described as madness. While he was ordered by the elders to dash the monster upon rocks and be done with the nightmare, he resisted and foolishly fled with everything his arms could carry, his or not.
My father was a good man. He taught me about the world and how we were the children of the earth and were born to live in fear. How to hunt in spite of my protest, how to harvest crops from the unbroken world...how to hide. I was great at hiding. We would play games where I would hide in the forest for days and father couldn't find me! It was in the woods where I truly learned how to play hide-and-seek with the beasts. Many ran from me, but the biggest one!
The biggest one had horns higher than I could reach! It had three eyes and fangs as big as my arms with HUGE claws! It was so cool! It roared so loud it shook the trees and my own shriek barely made the grass quiver, though that was probably the wind. I wanted it to make the sound again, to stay and tell me what else it knew...but it just...left.
It was years later that I realized how they all leave...
My father was my uncle, some madman who abandoned me in the woods time and time again to be eaten by the beasts who instigated my life. I learned this from an old man wandering the wastes when he found me over my uncle's corpse. Knife still in his hand and slashes across his arms and throat. The old man seemed to know him. More surprisingly, he knew me, told me how I was the child of the devil who killed dozens of those he loved. After an old word used to name the monster, the old man named me 'Luciel' before handing me a silver crucifix, saying that it would protect me.
Truly, he did not care what became of me, or even himself from the look in his eyes. He simply lost too much to have a handle on his old life. I followed him for a distance with everything my arms could carry and whatever I could fit in uncle's backpack in spite of his shouts to leave him be or what books he threw at me.
I...just didn't want to be alone. Even if it meant being at a distance and hated.
Weeks in, the man relented and taught me of the books he carried, the hope in the pages and its message for mankind and the mankind within me. He told me the truth of the world, and each syllable made me hate the man who had lied to me, stole me from my home and abandoned me in the woods countless times.
The old man also taught me about forgiveness...and gratitude. Without the evil and sacrifice of one man, I would have been dead before my eyes even opened. Regardless of the decade that followed and my life before, the few weeks I spent with the old man made me feel a part of something, as though I belonged.
Shouting matches with beasts, my first kill to protect the man...I understood prayer and it saved me from what I had almost become. I never wanted to be lost to the madness that left me in fits of manic hysteria like some rabid animal. I learned that believing in something had more power than what the true 'nothing' could actually provide. So after my trials and seeing the man disappear into the waterfall of sanctuary from afar, the old questions stung for only the moment it took for me to swallow and steal my resolve and begin building a shelter.
Do I believe in God?
No.
Humans are their own gods. Monsters only have demons.
And I made my choice of which one I wanted to be.
The Fiend blood that runs through Luciel gave him an innate skill in dark magic, though through conviction and faith, the darkness was bent across its own spectrum of physical manipulation, giving birth to light magic. This light magic has few but powerful spells focused on mending and protecting.
While Luciel wields these 'miracles', he is well aware of their origins. Demons bent the material plane to exact fear and devastation upon mankind in ways he seeks to undo through the base spell's understanding.
Luciel's most powerful and frequently casted spell. The translation roughly comes out as 'Loom'.
The intent is to stitch organic matter back together by binding wounds with seemingly golden threads and imbuing flesh with radiant energy which forces the body to quickly heal wounds at speeds that can be visibly observed. Though the whole casting may take anywhere from a few seconds to a minute depending on the severity of the wound, this spell has the capability to mend bone and knit muscle together to the extent of potentially reattaching severed limbs.
- This spell will not restore blood loss.
- Only good for one wound at a time and requires both hands and concentration.
- Can be used to mitigate damage from poison by forcing the victim's body to heal through the poison's effect until it is worked out of the body, naturally. This process can take a long time and is anything but pleasant.
- Therapy from the spell can ease back pain and arthritis brought about by aging, but cannot cure cancer or other diseases that have reemerged and now limit the human life span.
A more diverse form of 'Repth' that is less focused, though the general nature grants surprising benefits. Translated as 'Inspire'.
The expelled energy finds its way into nearby targets in a burst to swiftly boost metabolism with the buffer of magic, granting a significant hike to stamina, endurance and strength. While a side effect enhances the body's natural healing process, this is hardly enough to matter in the heat of combat.
- Good for moral as it temporarily sates fatigue.
- Requires both hands to channel and for targets to remain within 30ft for full effect.
- Doesn't so much bolster strength as it does allow fighters to put everything into every swing with little recovery.
A self-defense spell which vaguely translates to 'Burden'.
While will and spirit can carry a heart as far as legs wish, the spell is the closest to the darkness that Luciel dares to venture. The spell causes natural acids to build up in muscles at an alarming rate by hindering muscle's metabolism rates. The effect quickly tires victims and subjects them to cramps from continued strenuous activity such as running or fighting. The spell cannot be made fatal, and its result heavily depends on the actions of the afflicted.
- Can be cast with one hand, allowing two targets at once.
- Accumulation of amino acids in muscles cause targets to tire 5-10 times as fast. This does not target the heart or lungs but simply persists through concentration until canceled or the target collapses from their muscles simply failing to hold them up any longer.
- Luciel takes no pleasure in the use of the spell, and it is used mainly in self defense to dissuade pursuers or attackers.
- Highly ineffective against ranged attackers who simply need to pull and release a bowstring.
- Highly effective against attackers who need to get close with heavy armor and weapons.
- Spell cannot be focused with both hands to increase the effect. The spell magically limits a bodily function, not reverse it.
- Cancelling the spell in any way restores targets to the strength they had if normal exertion was factored in...though cramps can still hurt.
- Hearty targets can resist the effect for longer.
- Will probably just piss off greater demons.
Misc
- Usually ignored by some demons such as Fiends which he has a...strange...understanding with, even though they're regarded as one of the more vicious and merciless of beasts.
-Unarmed save for a blunt dagger he uses to harvest wild produce as well as an 'ancient' silver crucifix passed down in his family...and tough antlers, horns, an array of sharp teeth and claws (assuming he lets them grow).
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AGE
37
BREED
Human
PERSONALITY
-dark -manipulative
-idealistic -obsessive
-righteous -relentless
BIOGRAPHY
He grew up on the northern monastery of the Golden Claws. It is a post apocalyptic human settlement which guards the human occupied lands of the south from northern demonic invasions. For years, since the demons stopped their invasion, there was quiet. All they had to take care of was the occasional demon which tried to pass the border or attempted to pass as a civilian. So you can't really blame them for being unprepared and overwhelmed when a sudden demon attack obliterated the whole monastery. Everyone was killed. Young and old, master and student, no one was spared from the slaughter. They could easily defend against battalions of demon foot soldiers but the thing that attacked them, that monstrosity was never seen before and the fact that it sprung up from the ground, like it was buried there for centuries and had just awoken didn't make the defending any easier.
Numenor was the only one to survive. Now his mission is to travel south, informing any and every settlement along the way of what is to come. They have to know, they have to prepare for the hell fire that is to come...
MISC. |
53,416 | 1,457 | 9 | 2,663 | 35 | Il s'y tenait un moment, réfléchissant à la façon d'aider l'homme et ses enfants, puis il vint à lui. Il se déplaçait soigneusement et lia la bâche lâche au sommet du poteau en bois qui ne s'accrochait qu'à un seul côté. Cela donnerait au marchand de l'ombre pour la journée pendant qu'il travaillait sous le stand du marché. Il a ensuite atteint le bas pour une pierre plate lisse et a trouvé celui qui était décent dans la taille et soigneusement placé sous l'une des jambes.
"Eh... ce n'est pas génial, mais je pense qu'il devrait tenir jusqu'à ce que tu puisses le réparer.
"Ah bien c'est bon je peux travailler dessus de la maison, merci pour votre aide bien que je pensais que j'allais avoir à rouler toute cette maison pour la journée. L'homme lui répondit, souriant et secouant la main en remerciement pour l'acte.
Eden sourit, donnant un sourire denté et une vague de la main. « Eh bien, je devrais y aller, les temps passent et il va falloir qu'il y ait bientôt du travail. Puis il a recommencé sur le chemin tandis que les enfants continuaient à travailler avec leur père pour faire monter des marchandises.
L'air du matin était encore frais, mais la chaleur de la journée commençait à s'installer, quelque part au fur et à mesure qu'Eden marchait, il pouvait sentir la nourriture dans l'air. "L'homme que je tuerais pour un petit déjeuner" il pensait à lui-même pendant qu'il continuait. | Name
Eden Brown
Age
21
Species
Human
Gender
Male
Description
Eden has a long and lean frame and stands at a height of 6'1 when standing up straight, but he has a very heavy tendency to slouch which makes him appear an inch or so shorter. He has dark brown dreadlocks that he wears in two styles, down or in a nice ponytail. He has brown eyes, a pale complexion and is generally considered very average in appearance.
Personality
Eden is a humble soul who enjoys bringing smiles to all. He is very loyal to those he has formed relationships with and will go the extra mile to ensure that they are well cared for. He is fairly educated and is somewhat of a genius when it comes to attempting to decipher what old world artifacts wouldve previously been, as long as it isnt too complicated.
Bio
Eden never really got the chance to know his parents like many other children did. What is known of them and their time in sanctuary is very little. As far as he knows his mother and father were travelers who wandered the world not knowing who to trust or where they could stay for long. Unlike many orphans who lost their parents to demons, Eden's parents abandoned him during early infancy at entrance to Sanctuary. And from there he was raised among the people of Sanctuary as if they were his own family. For a long while, many speculated that Eden's mother and father had been demons in disguise sent pretend to be a couple in need looking for a place to stay for the night, and had left Eden as some sort of trap. However, as Eden grew over time and showed no signs of being a demon this theory soon disappeared.
When Eden came of age to finally put his effort into the community he wanted to return what the residents had done for him. So he decided to take up the work as a teenager to watch over the younger children and teach them, and after a few years when he became an adult, he was selected to be one of the few trainers for the children. Now he lives his days out helping those in need, he is always willing to take on jobs that aren't his own if it means to return a favor.
Secrets
-Wears the only trinket his mother and father left him with, a necklace with a strange crystal on it.
-He enjoys poking around for things related to the past, more specifically anything music related.
-Spends most of his time at night singing alone somewhere where not many can hear him. |
53,417 | 1,457 | 10 | 919 | 248 | Adam regarda la fille courbée, les cheveux tombant sur son visage. Il a aussi donné une sorte d'étrave et il s'est branlé à son retour. Il la regarda, fasciné par l'humain. Il ne pouvait pas lui arracher les yeux. Quand elle a ri, il a aussi ri et a hurlé en remerciement.
Adam n'a commencé à lui parler qu'à blanc pendant qu'elle prenait sa main. De toutes les possibilités, il ne s'attendait pas à celle-ci.
Pourquoi les humains se retiennent - ils la main? Signe d'affection? Ce n'est pas possible, on vient de se rencontrer. Il était confus mais ne l'a pas montré.
-- Oui, pas aussi longtemps que moi. C'est drôle. Un...joke. Dois-je faire une blague aussi, maintenant? Il n'a pas eu l'occasion, distrait quand elle a pris sa main et s'est excusée. Il a été déçu qu'elle ait relâché sa main et quand il a réalisé cela, la couleur s'est élevée au visage pâle d'Adam. -- C'est bon, ça ne me dérange pas, répondit-il à ses excuses. C'était vrai? Est-ce qu'il devait l'admettre? Seigneur des démons, il était terrible à ça.
Sa voix adoucit, et Adam se trouva souriant. -- Ah, oui, merci. Alors qu'ils commençaient à marcher, il parlait à nouveau. "Qu'est-ce que tu fais ici? Ou plutôt, qu'est-ce qu'il y a à faire ici? » | The Sanctuary
"Haha! Ha...haha...no, I-I'm human! Just like you!"
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Name
061001 - Adam Willius
Age
Unknown, seems in late teens/early twenties
Breed
Demon
Gender
Male
Description
In his human form, Adam stands at 5'7" with light brown hair and lovely green eyes. His skin in this form is a nice pale.
In his demon form, Adam stands at 6'3" with white strands of hair and crimson red eyes. His skin in this form is ghostly white. He has scales coming out of his back where his spine is, and claws on the ends of his hands.
Personality
While he appears human, Adam is very kind and passionate about protecting others. He appears especially attractive and innocent. While human, Adam is loving and listens very well. He seems like the perfect nice person. He is silly, and everything a shy and innocent person would be.
However, when he is in his demon form he is the opposite. He is cruel, terrible, and terrifying. He'll protect those who he deems worthy of protecting, but he is mostly uncontrollable and chaotic while in this mode. He's unpredictable.
Backstory
The demons were getting smarter. More clever. They wanted a way to create more of themselves that looked human. So they did. They took what was needed to create a demon, and placed it into the body of a human. The result was Adam.
But Adam was a failure. He didn't want to hurt the humans, he wanted to protect them. He felt...emotions. He was lucky he had his demon form, and he fought his demon parents off. Killed them, and then set out on his own. Did he want...closure? A home? A family? Being a human is confusing. After finding a few and (secretly) learning from them, he's gotten the hang of it. Now, he's one his way to The Sanctuary. He just hopes they don't murder him.
Misc
-In human form, he carries two daggers made from his parent's bones
-Adam finds humans interesting, so if he's to be with one romantically he doesn't care their sex |
53,418 | 1,457 | 11 | 1,295 | 125 | "Bonne question." Sparrow demande au garçon de la suivre alors qu'elle se dirige vers un couloir. "Je cuisine pour tout le monde. Pas tout seul, bien sûr, mais j'aide à cuisiner pour les gens ici. La plupart du temps. J'ai fait les muffins de graines de pavot les plus délicieux ce matin, ils étaient positivement étonnants! » Tout en parlant de sa cuisine, la voix de Sparrow devient plus forte et plus excitée, ce qui indique clairement que son travail est l'une de ses passions. "Tout le monde au Sanctuaire a un travail. Certains d'entre nous, comme moi, cuisinent. D'autres aident la famille royale dans ses activités quotidiennes. D'autres encore gardent notre maison, chassent, gèrent les jardins, nettoient, récupèrent des fournitures de l'extérieur des murs, ou forment les enfants. Quant à ce qu'il y a à faire pour s'amuser...", elle s'arrête à l'extérieur de la salle à manger. "D'habitude, je m'amuse moi-même. J'aime lire, mais pour trouver des livres, je dois les échanger. Ou allez dehors." Elle abaisse sa voix et se penche plus près du garçon, son expression devient plus sérieuse avant qu'elle ne parle. "Juste entre nous, je n'ai pas peur d'eux." En se penchant loin de lui, son sourire éclatant revient et elle fait un pas dans la salle à manger.
Les gens mangeaient encore, et les autres cuisiniers apportaient plus de nourriture pour remplir les bols vides autour des tables. Se faufiler entre un couple qui semblait se disputer au sujet du type de viande servie Le Bruant attrape un rouleau chaud et prend ensuite un peu de recul. Elle le jette vers le garçon. "Traitement!" | NAME
born ariel lin, but has been called sparrow her entire life
AGE
somewhere in her late teens, likely eighteen or nineteen
BREED
entirely human
PERSONALITY
-charismatic -naive
-idealistic -obsessive
-forgiving -passionate
BIOGRAPHY
Oddly enough, Sparrow had a fairly normal childhood. Well, as normal of a childhood as she could have while growing up in the apocalypse. Her parents were loving, patient, and kind, and while she was raised within the confines of a small home in the middle of nowhere, she was a happy child. Her grandfather had built the small home where she was raised in the middle of the woods, hoping to make it a safe place for future generations, and so it was, until the attacks started happening. Her grandparents had long since passed, and Sparrow was somewhere around ten when the first attack happened. The demons took her mother and left young Sparrow with her father. The heartbroken two left their home in search of a safe place. A sanctuary.
They joined the residents of Sanctuary and have been with them ever since. Sparrow's father took the job of a guard, and once old enough Sparrow started working in the kitchens.
MISC.
-sparrow is way too trusting and likes to think there is good in everyone |
53,419 | 1,457 | 12 | 986 | 1,735 | Luciel a continué à double rythme, refusant de regarder en arrière et même en assumant une position ardue dans l'espoir soit d'échapper à la zone de viser à détourner un coup avec un sac de légumes avant que la femme ne parle. Ce n'était pas une salutation, mais plutôt une reconnaissance de sa destination qui l'a arrêté mort dans ses traces à mi-chemin. La faible lueur de reflets d'ombres prises avec des pupilles aiguisantes regardant dans la neige intacte connaissait le mouvement que la femme fit après que ses pieds débarquèrent derrière lui. "Je n'ai produit que..." il a répondu à sa question exprimée comme une déclaration, reconnaissant sa question et s'expliquer dans le même instant. "...pour échanger" son explication continua, espérant que son statut était apparent. Il n'osait pas dessiner le poignard courbé pour offrir un exemple de peur qu'il ne soit pris de la mauvaise manière après avoir entendu le clic d'arc et de flèche.
Les humains dans une telle position appelleraient sa charité « servitude incendiée » ou « salaire de protection ». Sans avoir jamais rencontré un représentant de la ville, Luciel espérait simplement que ses actions se laisseraient suffisamment connaître pour entrer dans la ville... peut-être même avoir une audience avec le roi. Pour quelle raison ses pensées étaient-elles seules, mais toutes ces pensées couraient dans son esprit avec la notion de courir si ce n'était pour l'affirmation de la femme de marcher avec lui.
Ne sachant pas comment réagir au début, Luciel a tout simplement marché avec la femme. Son comportement apparut doux, bien que sa main libre saisit la petite croix d'argent. Des mots doux et sans forme chuchotaient du museau qui tournait la tête assez pour observer les gardes à la porte à proximité. "Luciel...Luciel Lumière" il a simplement dit, en supposant que la femme n'avait aucun intérêt dans son histoire ou toute sorte de conversation par son ton. Elle était là parce qu'elle avait besoin d'être là. Pourtant, la nervosité s'est brisée un instant alors qu'il s'approchait de la porte d'entrée.
"Qu'est-ce que tu crois?" il murmura avec un scintillement d'une langue fourchue entre les crocs alors qu'il s'inclinait la tête vers le bas pour laisser le crâne de l'ours obscurcir la plupart de son visage.
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"Oh, juste à temps" Un des gardes soupirait, reniflant un peu pendant que leurs yeux allaient de la figure voilée à Brielle et puis les sacs enflammés la figure voilée portait comme une bête de fardeau. Bien que le sang démoniaque ait alimenté un cauchemar de force musculaire, il a été gaspillé sur le toting ce qui prendrait presque trois hommes pleinement adultes par jour pour transporter. Le geste était au-delà des deux hommes à la porte qui avaient été tourmentés par les odeurs montant du mess pendant les dernières heures de leur quart. Même les archers le long du mur étaient sur le bord en voyant la perspective de la nourriture, quelques-uns frappent même des flèches dans l'attente impatiente d'être relevé par le prochain quart de travail à avoir au petit déjeuner. Produits fraîchement cuits mélangés à des restes?
"Le matin de Goooood, Brie" Un des gardes à la porte a chié, allant jusqu'à offrir un arc occasionnel. Derrick... a tourné aux portes depuis son service de nuit. Il était doué d'une épée et a tenu le devoir de la plus haute, il savait tout sur Luciel et le déguisement comme la plupart des gardes l'ont fait. "Je suppose que votre chasse a été réussie!" Il s'est branlé, une main sur son épée alors qu'il s'est abaissé au niveau de Luciel. Luciel, pendant ce temps, s'est détourné juste assez légèrement pour gagner un éclat de la part de l'ancien combattant. "Et laissez-moi deviner, vous pensez que quelques paquets de marchandises vous apporteront quelque chose. Oui, mauviette?" Derrick a cooûlé, s'inclinant la tête tandis que Luci a déplacé le poids sur ses épaules. "Je... j'ai besoin d'une nouvelle truelle" Luciel chuchotait, allongeant un pas en avant et tombant à genoux pour ouvrir le rabat de son sac de jeu et révéler les produits premiers.
Derrick regarda les gardes des murs qui tendirent leurs arcs pendant qu'il s'appuyait pour fusiller à travers les pommes de terre. Luciel garda la tête baissée et tourna jusqu'à ce que l'homme s'arrêtât brusquement, soulevant une main galbée dans une pomme de terre farcie. C'était doux, l'un de ceux sur le dessus dans la caisse. Crushing il a laissé sortir un peu de vapeur et le sang de Luciel est passé froid alors qu'il s'est levé après avoir entendu le son, les yeux faisant accidentellement contact avec Derrick's
Ils ont été cuits.
Il mettait des restes d'hier dans la caisse pour les garder frais pour le déjeuner avec un peu de chaleur et de graisse. Quelques épices écrasées et c'était... rien, ça n'a plus d'importance une fois qu'il a vu le regard dans les yeux du garde. Il ne s'attendait pas à casser ses outils et s'était laissé prendre par l'émotion au point d'oublier ce qu'il avait jeté dans la meute.
Ça n'avait pas d'importance, car c'était assez d'une excuse pour que Derrick ait enfin du carburant.
"Tu as besoin de connaître ta place, mutt! Regarde cette merde!" Derrick s'est exclamé malgré le fait que Luciel ait atteint et offert un "Non" confus et paniqué. S'il vous plaît, c'était un accident, je-"
Mais Derrick cria sur le métis : "Offres de paix!? Et vous nous apportez--" il a commencé, en atteignant dans le sac pour la prochaine patate légèrement à la vapeur et en le soulevant haut avant de l'écraser, "-ordures pourries? Pour qui vous prenez-vous, accident!? C'est plein de bactéries, bon sang!"
"Ils...ils sont cuits..." Luciel a offert dans l'incrédulité que cela se passait, devenant pâle comme de la neige jusqu'à ce que Derrick prenne la main sur les sangles et plante une botte dans sa poitrine pour éplucher les paquets d'eux et leur donner un coup de pied sur la petite pente. "Les parasites ont été cuits à ce point..." Craquage de Derrick, rapidement interrompu par Luciel qui a crié, "J'ai juste besoin d'outils! Je t'apporterai tout ce que tu veux!"
Derrick regarda en arrière, un paquet dans chaque main. -- J'ai beaucoup à trier... Brielle? il a commenté avec un clin d'oeil avant de déposer un sac pour lever une main. "Archers!" Il a aboyé, Luciel n'a pu regarder dans l'horreur que quatre...six...huit?
Archers a dessiné leurs arcs en attendant que le commandement tire et exécute le "sabatour". Ils ne semblaient pas sûrs, se demandant lequel d'entre eux serait le premier à perdre une flèche et leur donner une raison à. Quelques-uns ont même regardé Brielle, consciente de qui elle était et espérant qu'elle pourrait jeter un peu de lumière sur la question puisque ce n'était pas un secret que Derrick était un peu une bite même à son prochain. | Name - Luciel K. Lumiere
Age - Appears early 20s (Likely late 20s)
Breed - Halfbreed (Fiend bloodline)
Luciel stands at 5'10 with thick shoulder-length blonde hair and hazel eyes. Clean and smooth complexion save for freckles. Luciel sports four horns as well as the start of branching antlers, these are kept loosely bound with long strips of cloth which hold an array of symbols and Latin phrases painted in blood. The phrases depict a wide variety of prayers, though the symbols meld together like their own shapeless language which many suspect is demonic script.
Wide pupils constrict vertically into cat-like slits rather than simply narrowing, and reverse in reaction to darkness. Ironically, Luciel is far from a fan of bright light for this reason as it steals color from his vision in return for exceptional sight in low light settings.
Luciel speaks with as little mouth movement, accentuated upper and lower K9 fangs only hinting to the vicious maw behind them. With elastic properties to his facial skin around his double-jointed jaw, the rows of teeth continue another inch back. A bite from Luciel would be equally as horrifying as painful.
Lastly, slender fingers are armored especially around the tips with pale claws. The real oddity is how clean and filed they're kept, leaving them smooth and blunt to the touch...though they have a nasty habit of rapid growth back to razor sharpness if not tended to as religiously as Luciel keeps them.
In a slightly androgynous way, Luciel could be considered beautiful if the eye is willing to look past their monstrous features.
Luciel prefers an attire that resembles cloth, though is silken smooth. Form fitting though humble in its color resembling dried blood with his hues of faded crimson and charcoal black. The shawl worn over the suit holds an addition resembling a collar of burnt silver with a similar fastener linked to a ring around his shoulders.
The suit, itself has no pockets and the lower section integrates built in boots with flat 2-inch boot heels. It's unclear how this attire is put on or taken off, though the silver collar appears to be independent of the ensemble.
The quiet type, Luciel keeps to himself as he is wholly aware of what he is mostly out of fear of humans. This could be considered a predisposition, though his understanding nature reflects the notion to instead paint the situation as an unwillingness to unnerve humans with his appearance...and behavior.
Somewhere in the wasteland, Luciel found what some know as 'God', and his faith pulled him back from the sadistically feral blood that burns in his veins. Indefatigable purpose, empathy and a goal to aid the ailing currently staves off the monster that screams to maul humans and devour their flesh at every given second of every day. Because of this, his worship is obscenely odd and involves acts akin to the live sacrifice of animals, prayer/meditation, dancing in the moonlight (rarely naked) and 'sealing' (entering a trance to scribe the script into strips of cloth which adorn his horns and antlers).
Getting past his quirks, Luciel is a fan of company, though is a man of few words or facial emotions but is eager to serve human guests. His sense of humor can be seen as inappropriate or dark at times, but he means well and simply hasn't had much interaction with humans.
However, his greatest flaw is a vow of pacifism which some would see as his most honorable quality; an unconditional refusal to take life. Though he is far more than capable of defending himself and others with his qualities that separate him from humanity, the idea of drawing blood and being lost to bloodlust is a risk he refuses to take.
The events leading up to Luciel's birth are detailed in ways that have no business being recalled in text. A young woman bore the child of a horrific demon, a process that killed her in the process, leaving her older brother in possession of an abomination that spat in the face of God and Man. However, the small monster was still the last shred of family he had left. Whether it was this realization or simply beholding the unholy bridge between mankind and demons, he was driven into what the rest of his tribe described as madness. While he was ordered by the elders to dash the monster upon rocks and be done with the nightmare, he resisted and foolishly fled with everything his arms could carry, his or not.
My father was a good man. He taught me about the world and how we were the children of the earth and were born to live in fear. How to hunt in spite of my protest, how to harvest crops from the unbroken world...how to hide. I was great at hiding. We would play games where I would hide in the forest for days and father couldn't find me! It was in the woods where I truly learned how to play hide-and-seek with the beasts. Many ran from me, but the biggest one!
The biggest one had horns higher than I could reach! It had three eyes and fangs as big as my arms with HUGE claws! It was so cool! It roared so loud it shook the trees and my own shriek barely made the grass quiver, though that was probably the wind. I wanted it to make the sound again, to stay and tell me what else it knew...but it just...left.
It was years later that I realized how they all leave...
My father was my uncle, some madman who abandoned me in the woods time and time again to be eaten by the beasts who instigated my life. I learned this from an old man wandering the wastes when he found me over my uncle's corpse. Knife still in his hand and slashes across his arms and throat. The old man seemed to know him. More surprisingly, he knew me, told me how I was the child of the devil who killed dozens of those he loved. After an old word used to name the monster, the old man named me 'Luciel' before handing me a silver crucifix, saying that it would protect me.
Truly, he did not care what became of me, or even himself from the look in his eyes. He simply lost too much to have a handle on his old life. I followed him for a distance with everything my arms could carry and whatever I could fit in uncle's backpack in spite of his shouts to leave him be or what books he threw at me.
I...just didn't want to be alone. Even if it meant being at a distance and hated.
Weeks in, the man relented and taught me of the books he carried, the hope in the pages and its message for mankind and the mankind within me. He told me the truth of the world, and each syllable made me hate the man who had lied to me, stole me from my home and abandoned me in the woods countless times.
The old man also taught me about forgiveness...and gratitude. Without the evil and sacrifice of one man, I would have been dead before my eyes even opened. Regardless of the decade that followed and my life before, the few weeks I spent with the old man made me feel a part of something, as though I belonged.
Shouting matches with beasts, my first kill to protect the man...I understood prayer and it saved me from what I had almost become. I never wanted to be lost to the madness that left me in fits of manic hysteria like some rabid animal. I learned that believing in something had more power than what the true 'nothing' could actually provide. So after my trials and seeing the man disappear into the waterfall of sanctuary from afar, the old questions stung for only the moment it took for me to swallow and steal my resolve and begin building a shelter.
Do I believe in God?
No.
Humans are their own gods. Monsters only have demons.
And I made my choice of which one I wanted to be.
The Fiend blood that runs through Luciel gave him an innate skill in dark magic, though through conviction and faith, the darkness was bent across its own spectrum of physical manipulation, giving birth to light magic. This light magic has few but powerful spells focused on mending and protecting.
While Luciel wields these 'miracles', he is well aware of their origins. Demons bent the material plane to exact fear and devastation upon mankind in ways he seeks to undo through the base spell's understanding.
Luciel's most powerful and frequently casted spell. The translation roughly comes out as 'Loom'.
The intent is to stitch organic matter back together by binding wounds with seemingly golden threads and imbuing flesh with radiant energy which forces the body to quickly heal wounds at speeds that can be visibly observed. Though the whole casting may take anywhere from a few seconds to a minute depending on the severity of the wound, this spell has the capability to mend bone and knit muscle together to the extent of potentially reattaching severed limbs.
- This spell will not restore blood loss.
- Only good for one wound at a time and requires both hands and concentration.
- Can be used to mitigate damage from poison by forcing the victim's body to heal through the poison's effect until it is worked out of the body, naturally. This process can take a long time and is anything but pleasant.
- Therapy from the spell can ease back pain and arthritis brought about by aging, but cannot cure cancer or other diseases that have reemerged and now limit the human life span.
A more diverse form of 'Repth' that is less focused, though the general nature grants surprising benefits. Translated as 'Inspire'.
The expelled energy finds its way into nearby targets in a burst to swiftly boost metabolism with the buffer of magic, granting a significant hike to stamina, endurance and strength. While a side effect enhances the body's natural healing process, this is hardly enough to matter in the heat of combat.
- Good for moral as it temporarily sates fatigue.
- Requires both hands to channel and for targets to remain within 30ft for full effect.
- Doesn't so much bolster strength as it does allow fighters to put everything into every swing with little recovery.
A self-defense spell which vaguely translates to 'Burden'.
While will and spirit can carry a heart as far as legs wish, the spell is the closest to the darkness that Luciel dares to venture. The spell causes natural acids to build up in muscles at an alarming rate by hindering muscle's metabolism rates. The effect quickly tires victims and subjects them to cramps from continued strenuous activity such as running or fighting. The spell cannot be made fatal, and its result heavily depends on the actions of the afflicted.
- Can be cast with one hand, allowing two targets at once.
- Accumulation of amino acids in muscles cause targets to tire 5-10 times as fast. This does not target the heart or lungs but simply persists through concentration until canceled or the target collapses from their muscles simply failing to hold them up any longer.
- Luciel takes no pleasure in the use of the spell, and it is used mainly in self defense to dissuade pursuers or attackers.
- Highly ineffective against ranged attackers who simply need to pull and release a bowstring.
- Highly effective against attackers who need to get close with heavy armor and weapons.
- Spell cannot be focused with both hands to increase the effect. The spell magically stops a bodily function, not reverse it.
- Hearty targets can resist the effect for longer.
- Will probably just piss off greater demons.
Misc
- Usually ignored by some demons such as Fiends which he has a...strange...understanding with, even though they're regarded as one of the more vicious and merciless of beasts.
-Unarmed save for a blunt dagger he uses to harvest wild produce as well as an 'ancient' silver crucifix passed down in his family...and tough antlers, horns, an array of sharp teeth and claws (assuming he lets them grow). |
53,420 | 1,457 | 13 | 919 | 248 | Adam a hurlé en retour, bien qu'il n'avait aucune idée de ce qu'était 'baking'. "Muffin de semence de chiot?" Il s'interrogea, excité de voir ce que c'était. Que ferait-il ici? Peut-être cuisiner, comme cette fille. 'Cette fille'. Comment l'appeler? Oh! C'est pas vrai! C'était quelque chose que les humains ont fait, n'est-ce pas? Ils avaient des noms qu'ils s'appelaient.
Quand la fille se penchait plus près, il rougissait, et lui disait qu'elle n'avait pas peur d'eux, il lui a fallu un moment pour reconnaître de quoi elle parlait. Des démons. Comme lui.
"Tu ne l'es pas?" il a demandé, surpris qu'un humain était possible de ne pas les haïr. Avant de pouvoir continuer à l'interroger davantage, elle lui a dit: "Catch!", et lui a jeté quelque chose. Il l'a attrapé avec des réflexes étonnants.
-- Merci, dit-il, en regardant le rouleau. Il a émis une certaine chaleur dans ses mains, et il a supposé que c'était le "baking" dont elle avait parlé. Il l'apporta à sa bouche, et prit une bouchée.
Le goût... La chaleur... Il semblait fondre dans sa bouche, et c'était le ciel.
"Tu as fait ça?" Il a demandé, sa bouche à moitié pleine. Il a donné un petit rire, et a avalé la nourriture. "C'est... éblouissant! Je n'ai pas goûté quelque chose comme ça." Enfin, il est revenu à tout le "nom" chose. "Je suis Adam au fait." | The Sanctuary
"Haha! Ha...haha...no, I-I'm human! Just like you!"
Street Food
Name
061001 - Adam Willius
Age
Unknown, seems in late teens/early twenties
Breed
Demon
Gender
Male
Description
In his human form, Adam stands at 5'7" with light brown hair and lovely green eyes. His skin in this form is a nice pale.
In his demon form, Adam stands at 6'3" with white strands of hair and crimson red eyes. His skin in this form is ghostly white. He has scales coming out of his back where his spine is, and claws on the ends of his hands.
Personality
While he appears human, Adam is very kind and passionate about protecting others. He appears especially attractive and innocent. While human, Adam is loving and listens very well. He seems like the perfect nice person. He is silly, and everything a shy and innocent person would be.
However, when he is in his demon form he is the opposite. He is cruel, terrible, and terrifying. He'll protect those who he deems worthy of protecting, but he is mostly uncontrollable and chaotic while in this mode. He's unpredictable.
Backstory
The demons were getting smarter. More clever. They wanted a way to create more of themselves that looked human. So they did. They took what was needed to create a demon, and placed it into the body of a human. The result was Adam.
But Adam was a failure. He didn't want to hurt the humans, he wanted to protect them. He felt...emotions. He was lucky he had his demon form, and he fought his demon parents off. Killed them, and then set out on his own. Did he want...closure? A home? A family? Being a human is confusing. After finding a few and (secretly) learning from them, he's gotten the hang of it. Now, he's one his way to The Sanctuary. He just hopes they don't murder him.
Misc
-In human form, he carries two daggers made from his parent's bones
-Adam finds humans interesting, so if he's to be with one romantically he doesn't care their sex |
53,421 | 1,457 | 14 | 1,415 | 573 | Ysran marchait dans les rues à la recherche de quelqu'un qui vendait des vêtements, ou... quelque chose du genre. La chose la plus proche qu'il ait pu trouver était un homme vendant des robes, un peu comme la sienne, mais dans des couleurs plus légères. Un bleu plus léger, un couple de roses, même un vert. Il en a vu d'autres portant des robes, et a décidé qu'il se fondait assez. Si quelqu'un demandait, il dirait juste que c'est un étranger. Mais il y a la question de ses oreilles... Apparemment, les métisses ont été chassées et détestées. Lui-même n'était pas un métis, mais certaines... expositions l'avaient changé. Avec un peu de chance, il pourrait passer pour un défaut de naissance.
Il se pencha contre un autre mur, observant de nouveau les humains. Qu'est-ce qu'il aurait besoin de savoir d'autre? Qu'en est-il de leur régime? C'est peut-être utile. En regardant autour de lui, les quelques personnes qui mangeaient semblaient manger de la viande, des fromages et des pains, avec des fruits ou des légumes occasionnels. Peut-être qu'il pourrait essayer d'interagir avec quelqu'un? Non, ça ne ferait que soulever des soupçons. Mieux vaut laisser les autres commencer les interactions, et éviter les questions directes. Pour l'instant, il devrait poursuivre ses observations. Il y avait beaucoup à apprendre. | Name: Ysran Stormreach. He doesn't really know his name, so he just threw a few things together.
Age: Around late 20's
Breed: Human. However, demonic exposure has transformed his ears. Many think he is a half-breed.
Personality: Could be described as "Neutral Evil," He isn't explicitly evil, as in, he won't burn down buildings or terrorize people, but in the pursuit of knowledge and power, no price is to great to pay, even if it means resorting to things others may find "Evil"
Equipment: Ysran carries a pack of ritual materials and demonic texts. He also carries a Machete.
Bio: Ysran, or at least that's what he's gone to calling himself now, was a very smart child. He learned to read from his parents, and how to survive out in the wilderness. Because that's where he lived. He lived with a group of humans who were just trying to survive. Yet in his 15th year his entire tribe was destroyed by the demons.
A normal human would have ran, but Ysran was... Fascinated. He stared on, half terrified, half in wonder, as everyone was slaughtered. Yet when a rather human-like demon appeared to finish him, he asked to learn from them. The demons took a great interest in him. A human who would willingly work with them in the pursuit of knowledge. Surprisingly, they accepted his offer.
Forming a pact with them, he would be granted knowledge and demonic power, in exchange for information on how humans lived. How did they interact with each other? How did they make their weapons? The same way they did? These particular set of demons wanted to know, and were willing to offer power. Ysran accepted, and began to slowly return info to the group. He was then told of a place called "Sanctuary". A large congregation of humans? Perfect. He could learn much. He set out, seeking to know what awaits him.
Ysran was granted a small list of spell-like abilities:
A ball of dark energy capable of delivering quite a bit of force, about enough to go through a door. Against living targets, this can knock people down, and it terms of damage, it would take 2-3 to kill a normal person as the darkness burns like a strong acid. You're basically being hit with a bowling ball made of acid.
Attracts all manner of fish and sometimes other aquatic creatures to a singular point. The range can vary from a few inches to several feet.
A zombie-like minion is summoned to do Ysran's bidding. It can follow simple commands such as "Hold this" or "Go there". If told to, the Shambler will follow another person's commands until told otherwise by Ysran. It prioritizes Ysran's commands first. here's a pic.
A fish (or other aquatic creature) is summoned much like a Shambler. These can be anything from a goldfish, to a Great White Shark. However the general rule is, the bigger the creature, the shorter time it has before it is unsummoned. This can be delayed, but requires great concentration from Ysran.
Creates a layer of Scale-like armor around the skin. It doesn't turn your skin into scales,it just created a layer of them on top of the skin. Greater Fishscales is stronger, but normal Fishscales can be cast on others.
Can heal most wounds, poisons, and some diseases. This spell however costs quite a bit of mana, and spell casting time can take a while.
Fills an opponent's lungs with water, drowning them. However first, Ysran must mentally overcome his opponent. The spell also takes a moment to cast, and only lasts as long as Ysran concentrates.
Ysran sends forth a black smokescreen, and all that see within are shown monstrous, disgusting versions of their worst fears come to life. This usually makes people run away, or cower in fear. |
53,422 | 1,457 | 15 | 1,295 | 125 | Le moineau regarde attentivement quand le garçon dévore le muffin qu'elle lui avait donné. « Je suis contente que ça vous plaise, Larra et moi avons fait ça ce matin », explique-t-elle. En prenant quelques autres articles de la table principale, elle les met sur une assiette et remet la nourriture au garçon et des motions pour qu'il s'assoie à l'une des tables vides. Il semblait que la plupart finissaient par manger, et la prise de conscience qu'elle allait bientôt être rappelée à la cuisine pour travailler sur le déjeuner lui apparut pendant que le garçon disait son nom.
« Tout le monde ici m'appelle Sparrow », répond-elle, même s'il n'avait pas demandé son nom. "C'est un plaisir de vous rencontrer, Adam, et je suis ravi que vous aimiez la nourriture. J'adore faire de la cuisine." Elle tire le petit tissu plié de sa poche de robe et le met sur la table, révélant le reste d'une tranche de pain et le fromage qu'elle n'avait pas tout à fait fini plus tôt, ainsi que quelques noix. Elle choisit sa nourriture, se taisant pendant qu'elle pense à un moyen de sortir de ses fonctions de l'après-midi.
"Voulez-vous sortir de la ville avec moi?" Les mots sortirent soudain de sa bouche et un sourire denté lui croise le visage. "Je suis censé aider à préparer le déjeuner bientôt, mais si je n'étais pas ici en fait, ils ne pourraient pas me faire travailler. En plus, je crois que j'ai gagné un jour de congé." Ses yeux étudient Adam de près et elle se penche dans sa direction en prévision de sa réponse. | NAME
born ariel lin, but has been called sparrow her entire life
AGE
somewhere in her late teens, likely eighteen or nineteen
BREED
entirely human
PERSONALITY
-charismatic -naive
-idealistic -obsessive
-forgiving -passionate
BIOGRAPHY
Oddly enough, Sparrow had a fairly normal childhood. Well, as normal of a childhood as she could have while growing up in the apocalypse. Her parents were loving, patient, and kind, and while she was raised within the confines of a small home in the middle of nowhere, she was a happy child. Her grandfather had built the small home where she was raised in the middle of the woods, hoping to make it a safe place for future generations, and so it was, until the attacks started happening. Her grandparents had long since passed, and Sparrow was somewhere around ten when the first attack happened. The demons took her mother and left young Sparrow with her father. The heartbroken two left their home in search of a safe place. A sanctuary.
They joined the residents of Sanctuary and have been with them ever since. Sparrow's father took the job of a guard, and once old enough Sparrow started working in the kitchens.
MISC.
-sparrow is way too trusting and likes to think there is good in everyone |
53,423 | 1,457 | 16 | 1,316 | 226 | Je n'ai produit que...
Elle clignait quelques fois, en regardant le muet avec curiosité - Brielle savait légèrement pourquoi il venait au Sanctuaire. Elle n'a donc pas voulu l'interroger. Pour les villageois qui ont chassé/gardé/traité avec les nouveaux arrivants - ils ont été fréquemment mis à jour sur les nouveaux arrivants qui ont été acceptés dans le village. Le roi Dominick était un homme juste, bon et a offert une main d'aide à ceux qui étaient dans le besoin - quand d'autres ont fermé les yeux. Malheureusement, en raison des circonstances familiales de Brielle, elle n'était pas d'accord avec le roi sur ces questions. Je ne vois pas pourquoi ils avaient besoin de Mutt. Mais parce qu'elle était quelqu'un qui gardait et aidait le "peuple", elle considérait que c'était son devoir de protéger tout le monde - peu importe les espèces. Les années d'être chasseur et de rencontrer Mutt's l'aidaient certainement à surmonter sa haine. Mais la voie de la guérison était très, très longue pour elle. Au fil des ans - le roi a interviewé beaucoup de Mutt's, et les a fait escorter à travers la ville. Il y en a peu qui n'ont plus besoin d'escortes - mais bien sûr, il y a toujours des nouveaux arrivants. Ces interviews ont simplement déterminé s'il les voyait comme de tout cœur, ou vraiment démoniaques. Jusqu'à présent, le roi ne s'est pas trompé sur le fait qu'il ait pu coexister avec le Sanctuaire. Ce qui à son tour, c'est pourquoi Brielle a essayé de ne pas être si dure avec ceux qu'elle a rencontrés. Elle fixa sa tenue, ne comprenant pas comment elle s'est réunie ou pouvait même être enlevée. La marche jusqu'à la porte était silencieuse, elle pouvait clairement sentir une tension et n'était pas exactement opposée à elle. "Luciel." Elle a failli s'affoler, et s'est hurlée d'affirmation.
"Brien matin, Brie" Quelqu'un a chié, elle a fait un clin d'œil à la Garde. Il n'était pas particulièrement son favori - un garde stéréotypé qui abusait du pouvoir qu'on lui donnait. "Bonjour - Derrick," Brielle a exprimé un sourire serré, sans enthousiasme. Elle a regardé Luciel alors qu'il faisait un commentaire sur son succès de chasse. Elle a vu à quel point son comportement était mal à l'aise à mesure que Derrick entrait dans le sien, son visage était tordu avec ce que Brielle lisait comme une peur.
"Je... j'ai besoin d'une nouvelle truelle" Sa voix était si légère, elle sentait qu'elle tirait sur sa corde de cœur que l'irritation s'enflamma pour même se sentir mal. La dispute a pesé dedans. Elle n'a rien fait, mais regarde tout se dérouler. Elle donnait son propre test, pour voir comment ce Mutt réagirait.
Brielle grimaça bien qu'en voyant la personnalité de Derrick en pleine force, ses yeux laissèrent les deux un moment et échafaudèrent la zone. Notant qu'il causait une petite commotion de la foule matinale de mendiants, les habitants montants du village, et les propriétaires de magasins s'installent pour la journée. "Derrick... peut-être que tu devrais te calmer," dit-elle. Quelques visages familiers en contact visuel avec elle, au fur et à mesure que le scénario se déroulait, elle sentait son cœur commencer à courir. Le shrill shriek du garçon a ramené son point de vue sur les deux, il a essentiellement plaidé pour sa vie maintenant - à ce moment-là, elle a décidé qu'il n'avait pas de mauvaises intentions. Instinctivement, elle tira une flèche de son support sur son dos, et l'attacha rapidement à l'arc, le pointant directement sur le visage de Derricks. Elle s'est étonnée de faire ça 'Eh bien, je dois suivre maintenant..'
La flèche tremblait un moment, elle n'était pas la meilleure avec la confrontation. "Il ne devrait jamais y avoir un jour, qu'on aurait dû pointer leur arme sur leur camarade..." Elle aboie fort, "Pick up your stuff..." Son regard s'est déplacé vers Lucile, en hurlant vers les choses que Derrick avait jamais si gentiment fait un gâchis. "Nous le saurons tous, Derrick, le Roi n'approuverait pas cela. Peu importe si c'est le cas, ou non... » Elle a griffé ses dents, un peu de colère s'élevant pour s'accrocher à un Mutt. Mais en même temps, elle ne pouvait pas tolérer ses actions. Elle a baissé sa Bow comme Derrick a réagi.
"Il est escorté par moi. À l'intérieur. Et sera sous ma garde pour la journée. Touchez-le, je vais vous tirer dessus - nous savons tous que je ne manque pas". Elle a fait cette menace à tout le monde dans la zone immédiate. C'était la vérité, mais on ne pouvait pas dire la même chose à propos de ses combats à portée rapprochée. Elle passa devant Derrick dans le Sanctuaire, se retournant et croisant les bras alors qu'elle fermait les yeux avec Derrick de nouveau en colère. "Allez", ordonna-t-elle à Lucile, ses yeux se ferment encore avec la garde têtu. "Goran va être ravie d'apprendre ça..." Elle a mis sa langue dehors, a filé sur son talon et est allée plus loin à l'intérieur.
(si vous voulez vous joindre à) | Name: Ysran Stormreach. He doesn't really know his name, so he just threw a few things together.
Age: Around late 20's
Breed: Human. However, demonic exposure has transformed his ears. Many think he is a half-breed.
Personality: Could be described as "Neutral Evil," He isn't explicitly evil, as in, he won't burn down buildings or terrorize people, but in the pursuit of knowledge and power, no price is to great to pay, even if it means resorting to things others may find "Evil"
Equipment: Ysran carries a pack of ritual materials and demonic texts. He also carries a Machete.
Bio: Ysran, or at least that's what he's gone to calling himself now, was a very smart child. He learned to read from his parents, and how to survive out in the wilderness. Because that's where he lived. He lived with a group of humans who were just trying to survive. Yet in his 15th year his entire tribe was destroyed by the demons.
A normal human would have ran, but Ysran was... Fascinated. He stared on, half terrified, half in wonder, as everyone was slaughtered. Yet when a rather human-like demon appeared to finish him, he asked to learn from them. The demons took a great interest in him. A human who would willingly work with them in the pursuit of knowledge. Surprisingly, they accepted his offer.
Forming a pact with them, he would be granted knowledge and demonic power, in exchange for information on how humans lived. How did they interact with each other? How did they make their weapons? The same way they did? These particular set of demons wanted to know, and were willing to offer power. Ysran accepted, and began to slowly return info to the group. He was then told of a place called "Sanctuary". A large congregation of humans? Perfect. He could learn much. He set out, seeking to know what awaits him.
Ysran was granted a small list of spell-like abilities:
A ball of dark energy capable of delivering quite a bit of force, about enough to go through a door. Against living targets, this can knock people down, and it terms of damage, it would take 2-3 to kill a normal person as the darkness burns like a strong acid. You're basically being hit with a bowling ball made of acid.
Attracts all manner of fish and sometimes other aquatic creatures to a singular point. The range can vary from a few inches to several feet.
A zombie-like minion is summoned to do Ysran's bidding. It can follow simple commands such as "Hold this" or "Go there". If told to, the Shambler will follow another person's commands until told otherwise by Ysran. It prioritizes Ysran's commands first. here's a pic.
A fish (or other aquatic creature) is summoned much like a Shambler. These can be anything from a goldfish, to a Great White Shark. However the general rule is, the bigger the creature, the shorter time it has before it is unsummoned. This can be delayed, but requires great concentration from Ysran.
Creates a layer of Scale-like armor around the skin. It doesn't turn your skin into scales,it just created a layer of them on top of the skin. Greater Fishscales is stronger, but normal Fishscales can be cast on others.
Can heal most wounds, poisons, and some diseases. This spell however costs quite a bit of mana, and spell casting time can take a while.
Fills an opponent's lungs with water, drowning them. However first, Ysran must mentally overcome his opponent. The spell also takes a moment to cast, and only lasts as long as Ysran concentrates.
Ysran sends forth a black smokescreen, and all that see within are shown monstrous, disgusting versions of their worst fears come to life. This usually makes people run away, or cower in fear.
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Name
Eden Brown
Age
21
Species
Human
Gender
Male
Description
Eden has a long and lean frame and stands at a height of 6'1 when standing up straight, but he has a very heavy tendency to slouch which makes him appear an inch or so shorter. He has dark brown dreadlocks that he wears in two styles, down or in a nice ponytail. He has brown eyes, a pale complexion and is generally considered very average in appearance.
Personality
Eden is a humble soul who enjoys bringing smiles to all. He is very loyal to those he has formed relationships with and will go the extra mile to ensure that they are well cared for. He is fairly educated and is somewhat of a genius when it comes to attempting to decipher what old world artifacts wouldve previously been, as long as it isnt too complicated.
Bio
Eden never really got the chance to know his parents like many other children did. What is known of them and their time in sanctuary is very little. As far as he knows his mother and father were travelers who wandered the world not knowing who to trust or where they could stay for long. Unlike many orphans who lost their parents to demons, Eden's parents abandoned him during early infancy at entrance to Sanctuary. And from there he was raised among the people of Sanctuary as if they were his own family. For a long while, many speculated that Eden's mother and father had been demons in disguise sent pretend to be a couple in need looking for a place to stay for the night, and had left Eden as some sort of trap. However, as Eden grew over time and showed no signs of being a demon this theory soon disappeared.
When Eden came of age to finally put his effort into the community he wanted to return what the residents had done for him. So he decided to take up the work as a teenager to watch over the younger children and teach them, and after a few years when he became an adult, he was selected to be one of the few trainers for the children. Now he lives his days out helping those in need, he is always willing to take on jobs that aren't his own if it means to return a favor.
Secrets
-Wears the only trinket his mother and father left him with, a necklace with a strange crystal on it.
-He enjoys poking around for things related to the past, more specifically anything music related.
-Spends most of his time at night singing alone somewhere where not many can hear him.
-The Sanctuary
"Haha! Ha...haha...no, I-I'm human! Just like you!"
Street Food
Name
061001 - Adam Willius
Age
Unknown, seems in late teens/early twenties
Breed
Demon
Gender
Male
Description
In his human form, Adam stands at 5'7" with light brown hair and lovely green eyes. His skin in this form is a nice pale.
In his demon form, Adam stands at 6'3" with white strands of hair and crimson red eyes. His skin in this form is ghostly white.
Personality
While he appears human, Adam is very kind and passionate about protecting others. He appears especially attractive and innocent. While human, Adam is loving and listens very well. He seems like the perfect nice person. He is silly, and everything a shy and innocent person would be.
However, when he is in his demon form he is the opposite. He is cruel, terrible, and terrifying. He'll protect those who he deems worthy of protecting, but he is mostly uncontrollable and chaotic while in this mode. He's unpredictable.
Backstory
The demons were getting smarter. More clever. They wanted a way to create more of themselves that looked human. So they did. They took what was needed to create a demon, and placed it into the body of a human. The result was Adam.
But Adam was a failure. He didn't want to hurt the humans, he wanted to protect them. He felt...emotions. He was lucky he had his demon form, and he fought his demon parents off. Killed them, and then set out on his own. Did he want...closure? A home? A family? Being a human is confusing. After finding a few and (secretly) learning from them, he's gotten the hang of it. Now, he's one his way to The Sanctuary. He just hopes they don't murder him.
Misc
-In human form, he carries two daggers made from his parent's bones
-Adam finds humans interesting, so if he's to be with one romantically he doesn't care their sex
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NAME
born ariel lin, but has been called sparrow her entire life
AGE
somewhere in her late teens, likely eighteen or nineteen
BREED
entirely human
PERSONALITY
-charismatic -naive
-idealistic -obsessive
-forgiving -passionate
BIOGRAPHY
Oddly enough, Sparrow had a fairly normal childhood. Well, as normal of a childhood as she could have while growing up in the apocalypse. Her parents were loving, patient, and kind, and while she was raised within the confines of a small home in the middle of nowhere, she was a happy child. Her grandfather had built the small home where she was raised in the middle of the woods, hoping to make it a safe place for future generations, and so it was, until the attacks started happening. Her grandparents had long since passed, and Sparrow was somewhere around ten when the first attack happened. The demons took her mother and left young Sparrow with her father. The heartbroken two left their home in search of a safe place. A sanctuary.
They joined the residents of Sanctuary and have been with them ever since. Sparrow's father took the job of a guard, and once old enough Sparrow started working in the kitchens.
MISC.
-sparrow is way too trusting and likes to think there is good in everyone
- Name - Luciel K. Lumiere
Age - Appears early 20s
Breed - Halfbreed (Fiend bloodline)
Luciel stands at 5'10 with thick shoulder-length blonde hair and hazel eyes. Clean and smooth complexion save for freckles. Luciel sports four horns as well as the start of branching antlers, these are kept loosely bound with long strips of cloth which hold an array of symbols and Latin phrases painted in blood. The phrases depict a wide variety of prayers, though the symbols meld together like their own shapeless language which many suspect is demonic script.
Wide pupils constrict vertically into cat-like slits rather than simply narrowing, and reverse in reaction to darkness. Ironically, Luciel is far from a fan of bright light for this reason as it steals color from his vision in return for exceptional sight in low light settings.
Luciel speaks with as little mouth movement, accentuated upper and lower K9 fangs only hinting to the vicious maw behind them. With elastic properties to his facial skin around his double-jointed jaw, the rows of teeth continue another inch back. A bite from Luciel would be equally as horrifying as painful.
Lastly, slender fingers are armored especially around the tips with pale claws. The real oddity is how clean and filed they're kept, leaving them smooth and blunt to the touch...though they have a nasty habit of rapid growth back to razor sharpness if not tended to as religiously as Luciel keeps them.
In a slightly androgynous way, Luciel could be considered beautiful if the eye is willing to look past their monstrous features.
Luciel prefers an attire that resembles cloth, though is silken smooth. Form fitting though humble in its color resembling dried blood with his hues of faded crimson and charcoal black. The shawl worn over the suit holds an addition resembling a collar of burnt silver with a similar fastener linked to a ring around his shoulders.
The suit, itself has no pockets and the lower section integrates built in boots with flat 2-inch boot heels. It's unclear how this attire is put on or taken off, though the silver collar appears to be independent of the ensemble.
The quiet type, Luciel keeps to himself as he is wholly aware of what he is mostly out of fear of humans. This could be considered a predisposition, though his understanding nature reflects the notion to instead paint the situation as an unwillingness to unnerve humans with his appearance...and behavior.
Somewhere in the wasteland, Luciel found what some know as 'God', and his faith pulled him back from the sadistically feral blood that burns in his veins. Indefatigable purpose, empathy and a goal to aid the ailing currently staves off the monster that screams to maul humans and devour their flesh at every given second of every day. Because of this, his worship is obscenely odd and involves acts akin to the live sacrifice of animals, prayer/meditation, dancing in the moonlight (rarely naked) and 'sealing' (entering a trance to scribe the script into strips of cloth which adorn his horns and antlers).
Getting past his quirks, Luciel is a fan of company, though is a man of few words or facial emotions but is eager to serve human guests. His sense of humor can be seen as inappropriate or dark at times, but he means well and simply hasn't had much interaction with humans.
However, his greatest flaw is a vow of pacifism which some would see as his most honorable quality; an unconditional refusal to take life. Though he is far more than capable of defending himself and others with his qualities that separate him from humanity, the idea of drawing blood and being lost to bloodlust is a risk he refuses to take.
The events leading up to Luciel's birth are detailed in ways that have no business being recalled in text. A young woman bore the child of a horrific demon, a process that killed her in the process, leaving her older brother in possession of an abomination that spat in the face of God and Man. However, the small monster was still the last shred of family he had left. Whether it was this realization or simply beholding the unholy bridge between mankind and demons, he was driven into what the rest of his tribe described as madness. While he was ordered by the elders to dash the monster upon rocks and be done with the nightmare, he resisted and foolishly fled with everything his arms could carry, his or not.
My father was a good man. He taught me about the world and how we were the children of the earth and were born to live in fear. How to hunt in spite of my protest, how to harvest crops from the unbroken world...how to hide. I was great at hiding. We would play games where I would hide in the forest for days and father couldn't find me! It was in the woods where I truly learned how to play hide-and-seek with the beasts. Many ran from me, but the biggest one!
The biggest one had horns higher than I could reach! It had three eyes and fangs as big as my arms with HUGE claws! It was so cool! It roared so loud it shook the trees and my own shriek barely made the grass quiver, though that was probably the wind. I wanted it to make the sound again, to stay and tell me what else it knew...but it just...left.
It was years later that I realized how they all leave...
My father was my uncle, some madman who abandoned me in the woods time and time again to be eaten by the beasts who instigated my life. I learned this from an old man wandering the wastes when he found me over my uncle's corpse. Knife still in his hand and slashes across his arms and throat. The old man seemed to know him. More surprisingly, he knew me, told me how I was the child of the devil who killed dozens of those he loved. After an old word used to name the monster, the old man named me 'Luciel' before handing me a silver crucifix, saying that it would protect me.
Truly, he did not care what became of me, or even himself from the look in his eyes. He simply lost too much to have a handle on his old life. I followed him for a distance with everything my arms could carry and whatever I could fit in uncle's backpack in spite of his shouts to leave him be or what books he threw at me.
I...just didn't want to be alone. Even if it meant being at a distance and hated.
Weeks in, the man relented and taught me of the books he carried, the hope in the pages and its message for mankind and the mankind within me. He told me the truth of the world, and each syllable made me hate the man who had lied to me, stole me from my home and abandoned me in the woods countless times.
The old man also taught me about forgiveness...and gratitude. Without the evil and sacrifice of one man, I would have been dead before my eyes even opened. Regardless of the decade that followed and my life before, the few weeks I spent with the old man made me feel a part of something, as though I belonged.
Shouting matches with beasts, my first kill to protect the man...I understood prayer and it saved me from what I had almost become. I never wanted to be lost to the madness that left me in fits of manic hysteria like some rabid animal. I learned that believing in something had more power than what the true 'nothing' could actually provide. So after my trials and seeing the man disappear into the waterfall of sanctuary from afar, the old questions stung for only the moment it took for me to swallow and steal my resolve and begin building a shelter.
Do I believe in God?
No.
Humans are their own gods. Monsters only have demons.
And I made my choice of which one I wanted to be.
The Fiend blood that runs through Luciel gave him an innate skill in dark magic, though through conviction and faith, the darkness was bent across its own spectrum of physical manipulation, giving birth to light magic. This light magic has few but powerful spells focused on mending and protecting.
While Luciel wields these 'miracles', he is well aware of their origins. Demons bent the material plane to exact fear and devastation upon mankind in ways he seeks to undo through the base spell's understanding.
Luciel's most powerful and frequently casted spell. The translation roughly comes out as 'Loom'.
The intent is to stitch organic matter back together by binding wounds with seemingly golden threads and imbuing flesh with radiant energy which forces the body to quickly heal wounds at speeds that can be visibly observed. Though the whole casting may take anywhere from a few seconds to a minute depending on the severity of the wound, this spell has the capability to mend bone and knit muscle together to the extent of potentially reattaching severed limbs.
- This spell will not restore blood loss.
- Only good for one wound at a time and requires both hands and concentration.
- Can be used to mitigate damage from poison by forcing the victim's body to heal through the poison's effect until it is worked out of the body, naturally. This process can take a long time and is anything but pleasant.
- Therapy from the spell can ease back pain and arthritis brought about by aging, but cannot cure cancer or other diseases that have reemerged and now limit the human life span.
A more diverse form of 'Repth' that is less focused, though the general nature grants surprising benefits. Translated as 'Inspire'.
The expelled energy finds its way into nearby targets in a burst to swiftly boost metabolism with the buffer of magic, granting a significant hike to stamina, endurance and strength. While a side effect enhances the body's natural healing process, this is hardly enough to matter in the heat of combat.
- Good for moral as it temporarily sates fatigue.
- Requires both hands to channel and for targets to remain within 30ft for full effect.
- Doesn't so much bolster strength as it does allow fighters to put everything into every swing with little recovery.
A self-defense spell which vaguely translates to 'Burden'.
While will and spirit can carry a heart as far as legs wish, the spell is the closest to the darkness that Luciel dares to venture. The spell causes natural acids to build up in muscles at an alarming rate by hindering muscle's metabolism rates. The effect quickly tires victims and subjects them to cramps from continued strenuous activity such as running or fighting. The spell cannot be made fatal, and its result heavily depends on the actions of the afflicted.
- Can be cast with one hand, allowing two targets at once.
- Accumulation of amino acids in muscles cause targets to tire 5-10 times as fast. This does not target the heart or lungs but simply persists through concentration until canceled or the target collapses from their muscles simply failing to hold them up any longer.
- Luciel takes no pleasure in the use of the spell, and it is used mainly in self defense to dissuade pursuers or attackers.
- Highly ineffective against ranged attackers who simply need to pull and release a bowstring.
- Highly effective against attackers who need to get close with heavy armor and weapons.
- Spell cannot be focused with both hands to increase the effect. The spell magically limits a bodily function, not reverse it.
- Cancelling the spell in any way restores targets to the strength they had if normal exertion was factored in...though cramps can still hurt.
- Hearty targets can resist the effect for longer.
- Will probably just piss off greater demons.
Misc
- Usually ignored by some demons such as Fiends which he has a...strange...understanding with, even though they're regarded as one of the more vicious and merciless of beasts.
-Unarmed save for a blunt dagger he uses to harvest wild produce as well as an 'ancient' silver crucifix passed down in his family...and tough antlers, horns, an array of sharp teeth and claws (assuming he lets them grow).
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AGE
37
BREED
Human
PERSONALITY
-dark -manipulative
-idealistic -obsessive
-righteous -relentless
BIOGRAPHY
He grew up on the northern monastery of the Golden Claws. It is a post apocalyptic human settlement which guards the human occupied lands of the south from northern demonic invasions. For years, since the demons stopped their invasion, there was quiet. All they had to take care of was the occasional demon which tried to pass the border or attempted to pass as a civilian. So you can't really blame them for being unprepared and overwhelmed when a sudden demon attack obliterated the whole monastery. Everyone was killed. Young and old, master and student, no one was spared from the slaughter. They could easily defend against battalions of demon foot soldiers but the thing that attacked them, that monstrosity was never seen before and the fact that it sprung up from the ground, like it was buried there for centuries and had just awoken didn't make the defending any easier.
Numenor was the only one to survive. Now his mission is to travel south, informing any and every settlement along the way of what is to come. They have to know, they have to prepare for the hell fire that is to come...
MISC. |
53,424 | 1,457 | 17 | 986 | 1,735 | Avec l'appel aux archers, Luciel s'était abaissé, pliant ses doigts plaqués et fermant les yeux et chuchotant rapidement une douce prière de "Dimisi juxta verbum Domini. Une somme d'ego." Pendant ce temps, Derrick avait fait partir mais a été pris au milieu du geste pour Brielle à suivre par le creak d'un arc. Tournant la tête, il agita la main pour rejeter les archers tout en l'écoutant défendre le museau. "Qu'est-ce qu'il y a? Allez, je n'allais pas les faire tirer sur la bête" il gémissait, roulant ses yeux avec une égratignure exaspérée et une inclinaison de sa tête dans l'amusement doux mais finalement déception que l'autorité tournante autour n'avait pas été assez pour repousser la femme dedans.
Peu importe l'ordre de Brielle de reprendre ses affaires, Luciel resta là où il était. Vu le manque de mouvement de la figure, Derrick s'est moqué et a laissé tomber l'autre sac, laissant quelques pommes de terre se déverser puisque le mutt n'allait évidemment pas réagir comme il l'espérait. "Je ne suis pas celui avec une arme tirée sur un camarade" il sifflait, se rétrécissant les yeux une seconde. Tournant légèrement la tête, il a pris note du public avant d'aboyer : « Cette chose n'a toujours pas sa place ici! » et s'envolent, refusant de reconnaître la menace que Goran soit informé de l'incident, sauf pour une vague dédaigneuse. Derrick était convaincu qu'il n'en viendrait guère d'autre qu'une poupe qui parlait puisque les humains entraînés à combattre n'étaient pas quelque chose à jeter.
Tel était l'état du monde où même les inconnus avaient leur but.
Peu après son départ, Luciel a levé les yeux et ensuite à Brielle sans un mot. Rapidement, il a ramassé les marchandises déversées et s'est chargé avec les sacs. Dans l'ensemble, ça a été un peu plus doux que d'habitude puisque les gardes ont normalement pris ses provisions, sacs et tout. Qui que soit la femme qui l'a soutenu, elle a certainement été coupée d'un autre tissu. "Les soleils vous sauvent, mademoiselle" Luciel offert avec un arc profond, reconnaissante qu'elle se soit détournée pour le conduire en ville. L'adrénaline s'était emparé de ses pensées et de son instinct, et il avait tendu un léger bord aux griffes sur ses mains tremblantes. En suivant de près, il réajusta la tête d'ours de son manteau pour, espérons-le, paraître un peu moins visible avant de retourner ses mains à leur état replié autour de l'argent de son collier.
Son emprise sur le métal étincelait la langue qui se blottit derrière les dents serrées, un côté de lui ravi par l'expérience et les pensées hurlantes d'éplucher la chair de l'homme de ses os. Le hurlement de l'instinct a grandi dans la vivacité, bien qu'adouci dans la force comme une rêverie, il s'est battu pour se réveiller. La pratique a facilité le processus, et ses pensées sont revenues à son environnement et l'arôme séduisant de la salle de mess qui a balancé à travers la ville.
Les yeux des spectateurs attirés par la commotion étaient un peu pour lui, utilisé pour vivre une vie solitaire à l'extérieur des murs. "Mademoiselle juste. Quelque part où je peux laisser ça? Je n'ai pas besoin d'outils si j'ai dépassé mon accueil » a expliqué Luciel, lui donnant une raison de raccourcir sa visite puisqu'il était toujours inquiet au sujet du gardien à la porte et combien d'autres dans la foule ou en marchant dans les rues pourraient être comme lui. Il a presque sauté avec une réalisation soudaine, regardant vers le haut que sa voix a gagné l'achat pour dire, "Pardon! Juste mademoiselle, on ne m'a jamais dit votre nom." | Name - Luciel K. Lumiere
Age - Appears early 20s (Likely late 20s)
Breed - Halfbreed (Fiend bloodline)
Luciel stands at 5'10 with thick shoulder-length blonde hair and hazel eyes. Clean and smooth complexion save for freckles. Luciel sports four horns as well as the start of branching antlers, these are kept loosely bound with long strips of cloth which hold an array of symbols and Latin phrases painted in blood. The phrases depict a wide variety of prayers, though the symbols meld together like their own shapeless language which many suspect is demonic script.
Wide pupils constrict vertically into cat-like slits rather than simply narrowing, and reverse in reaction to darkness. Ironically, Luciel is far from a fan of bright light for this reason as it steals color from his vision in return for exceptional sight in low light settings.
Luciel speaks with as little mouth movement, accentuated upper and lower K9 fangs only hinting to the vicious maw behind them. With elastic properties to his facial skin around his double-jointed jaw, the rows of teeth continue another inch back. A bite from Luciel would be equally as horrifying as painful.
Lastly, slender fingers are armored especially around the tips with pale claws. The real oddity is how clean and filed they're kept, leaving them smooth and blunt to the touch...though they have a nasty habit of rapid growth back to razor sharpness if not tended to as religiously as Luciel keeps them.
In a slightly androgynous way, Luciel could be considered beautiful if the eye is willing to look past their monstrous features.
Luciel prefers an attire that resembles cloth, though is silken smooth. Form fitting though humble in its color resembling dried blood with his hues of faded crimson and charcoal black. The shawl worn over the suit holds an addition resembling a collar of burnt silver with a similar fastener linked to a ring around his shoulders.
The suit, itself has no pockets and the lower section integrates built in boots with flat 2-inch boot heels. It's unclear how this attire is put on or taken off, though the silver collar appears to be independent of the ensemble.
The quiet type, Luciel keeps to himself as he is wholly aware of what he is mostly out of fear of humans. This could be considered a predisposition, though his understanding nature reflects the notion to instead paint the situation as an unwillingness to unnerve humans with his appearance...and behavior.
Somewhere in the wasteland, Luciel found what some know as 'God', and his faith pulled him back from the sadistically feral blood that burns in his veins. Indefatigable purpose, empathy and a goal to aid the ailing currently staves off the monster that screams to maul humans and devour their flesh at every given second of every day. Because of this, his worship is obscenely odd and involves acts akin to the live sacrifice of animals, prayer/meditation, dancing in the moonlight (rarely naked) and 'sealing' (entering a trance to scribe the script into strips of cloth which adorn his horns and antlers).
Getting past his quirks, Luciel is a fan of company, though is a man of few words or facial emotions but is eager to serve human guests. His sense of humor can be seen as inappropriate or dark at times, but he means well and simply hasn't had much interaction with humans.
However, his greatest flaw is a vow of pacifism which some would see as his most honorable quality; an unconditional refusal to take life. Though he is far more than capable of defending himself and others with his qualities that separate him from humanity, the idea of drawing blood and being lost to bloodlust is a risk he refuses to take.
The events leading up to Luciel's birth are detailed in ways that have no business being recalled in text. A young woman bore the child of a horrific demon, a process that killed her in the process, leaving her older brother in possession of an abomination that spat in the face of God and Man. However, the small monster was still the last shred of family he had left. Whether it was this realization or simply beholding the unholy bridge between mankind and demons, he was driven into what the rest of his tribe described as madness. While he was ordered by the elders to dash the monster upon rocks and be done with the nightmare, he resisted and foolishly fled with everything his arms could carry, his or not.
My father was a good man. He taught me about the world and how we were the children of the earth and were born to live in fear. How to hunt in spite of my protest, how to harvest crops from the unbroken world...how to hide. I was great at hiding. We would play games where I would hide in the forest for days and father couldn't find me! It was in the woods where I truly learned how to play hide-and-seek with the beasts. Many ran from me, but the biggest one!
The biggest one had horns higher than I could reach! It had three eyes and fangs as big as my arms with HUGE claws! It was so cool! It roared so loud it shook the trees and my own shriek barely made the grass quiver, though that was probably the wind. I wanted it to make the sound again, to stay and tell me what else it knew...but it just...left.
It was years later that I realized how they all leave...
My father was my uncle, some madman who abandoned me in the woods time and time again to be eaten by the beasts who instigated my life. I learned this from an old man wandering the wastes when he found me over my uncle's corpse. Knife still in his hand and slashes across his arms and throat. The old man seemed to know him. More surprisingly, he knew me, told me how I was the child of the devil who killed dozens of those he loved. After an old word used to name the monster, the old man named me 'Luciel' before handing me a silver crucifix, saying that it would protect me.
Truly, he did not care what became of me, or even himself from the look in his eyes. He simply lost too much to have a handle on his old life. I followed him for a distance with everything my arms could carry and whatever I could fit in uncle's backpack in spite of his shouts to leave him be or what books he threw at me.
I...just didn't want to be alone. Even if it meant being at a distance and hated.
Weeks in, the man relented and taught me of the books he carried, the hope in the pages and its message for mankind and the mankind within me. He told me the truth of the world, and each syllable made me hate the man who had lied to me, stole me from my home and abandoned me in the woods countless times.
The old man also taught me about forgiveness...and gratitude. Without the evil and sacrifice of one man, I would have been dead before my eyes even opened. Regardless of the decade that followed and my life before, the few weeks I spent with the old man made me feel a part of something, as though I belonged.
Shouting matches with beasts, my first kill to protect the man...I understood prayer and it saved me from what I had almost become. I never wanted to be lost to the madness that left me in fits of manic hysteria like some rabid animal. I learned that believing in something had more power than what the true 'nothing' could actually provide. So after my trials and seeing the man disappear into the waterfall of sanctuary from afar, the old questions stung for only the moment it took for me to swallow and steal my resolve and begin building a shelter.
Do I believe in God?
No.
Humans are their own gods. Monsters only have demons.
And I made my choice of which one I wanted to be.
The Fiend blood that runs through Luciel gave him an innate skill in dark magic, though through conviction and faith, the darkness was bent across its own spectrum of physical manipulation, giving birth to light magic. This light magic has few but powerful spells focused on mending and protecting.
While Luciel wields these 'miracles', he is well aware of their origins. Demons bent the material plane to exact fear and devastation upon mankind in ways he seeks to undo through the base spell's understanding.
Luciel's most powerful and frequently casted spell. The translation roughly comes out as 'Loom'.
The intent is to stitch organic matter back together by binding wounds with seemingly golden threads and imbuing flesh with radiant energy which forces the body to quickly heal wounds at speeds that can be visibly observed. Though the whole casting may take anywhere from a few seconds to a minute depending on the severity of the wound, this spell has the capability to mend bone and knit muscle together to the extent of potentially reattaching severed limbs.
- This spell will not restore blood loss.
- Only good for one wound at a time and requires both hands and concentration.
- Can be used to mitigate damage from poison by forcing the victim's body to heal through the poison's effect until it is worked out of the body, naturally. This process can take a long time and is anything but pleasant.
- Therapy from the spell can ease back pain and arthritis brought about by aging, but cannot cure cancer or other diseases that have reemerged and now limit the human life span.
A more diverse form of 'Repth' that is less focused, though the general nature grants surprising benefits. Translated as 'Inspire'.
The expelled energy finds its way into nearby targets in a burst to swiftly boost metabolism with the buffer of magic, granting a significant hike to stamina, endurance and strength. While a side effect enhances the body's natural healing process, this is hardly enough to matter in the heat of combat.
- Good for moral as it temporarily sates fatigue.
- Requires both hands to channel and for targets to remain within 30ft for full effect.
- Doesn't so much bolster strength as it does allow fighters to put everything into every swing with little recovery.
A self-defense spell which vaguely translates to 'Burden'.
While will and spirit can carry a heart as far as legs wish, the spell is the closest to the darkness that Luciel dares to venture. The spell causes natural acids to build up in muscles at an alarming rate by hindering muscle's metabolism rates. The effect quickly tires victims and subjects them to cramps from continued strenuous activity such as running or fighting. The spell cannot be made fatal, and its result heavily depends on the actions of the afflicted.
- Can be cast with one hand, allowing two targets at once.
- Accumulation of amino acids in muscles cause targets to tire 5-10 times as fast. This does not target the heart or lungs but simply persists through concentration until canceled or the target collapses from their muscles simply failing to hold them up any longer.
- Luciel takes no pleasure in the use of the spell, and it is used mainly in self defense to dissuade pursuers or attackers.
- Highly ineffective against ranged attackers who simply need to pull and release a bowstring.
- Highly effective against attackers who need to get close with heavy armor and weapons.
- Spell cannot be focused with both hands to increase the effect. The spell magically stops a bodily function, not reverse it.
- Hearty targets can resist the effect for longer.
- Will probably just piss off greater demons.
Misc
- Usually ignored by some demons such as Fiends which he has a...strange...understanding with, even though they're regarded as one of the more vicious and merciless of beasts.
-Unarmed save for a blunt dagger he uses to harvest wild produce as well as an 'ancient' silver crucifix passed down in his family...and tough antlers, horns, an array of sharp teeth and claws (assuming he lets them grow). |
53,425 | 1,457 | 18 | 919 | 248 | Elle a remis l'assiette à Adam, puis a demandé à lui de s'asseoir. Il s'est demandé ce qu'il y avait de plus pour la vie humaine que les muffins. "Spare-oh", il s'est bourdonné à lui-même, testant le nom. Quand elle lui a dit qu'il aimait cuisiner, il était heureux de savoir qu'il avait raison sur ce qu'était le "baking". Il continua à manger ce qu'elle avait mis sur son assiette, et regarda comme elle mangeait aussi de la nourriture. Il se demandait ce qu'elle mangeait, parce que c'était vraiment différent de ce qui était sur son assiette. C'était calme entre eux quand ils mangeaient, et Adam se demandait s'il devait dire quelque chose.
Les humains conversent les mots pendant les repas, n'est-ce pas? Je crois que c'est quelque chose que j'ai appris. Mais que dire? Avant qu'il n'ait eu la chance de trouver quelque chose, elle a brouillé quelques mots.
"Voulez-vous sortir de la ville avec moi?"
Les yeux d'Adam s'élargissaient un peu. Il venait de s'éloigner de 'hors de la ville', et maintenant il se demandait ce qu'il y avait de plus 'à l'intérieur de la ville'. Quand elle s'est penchée un peu plus près, un sourire s'est penché sur le visage d'Adam.
Il y avait quelque chose à propos de cette fille... C'était comme si elle l'avait fait repenser tout. Comme si elle pouvait le convaincre qu'elle était mieux avec qui traîner que de faire ce qu'il voulait tout seul. C'était avec quelqu'un d'autre plutôt que... quel est le mot? Seul.
Seul n'était pas amusant, et Adam a hurlé. "Tout ce qu'il y a pour te sortir du travail", a-t-il reconnu, un sourire encore coincé sur son visage. | The Sanctuary
"Haha! Ha...haha...no, I-I'm human! Just like you!"
Street Food
Name
061001 - Adam Willius
Age
Unknown, seems in late teens/early twenties
Breed
Demon
Gender
Male
Description
In his human form, Adam stands at 5'7" with light brown hair and lovely green eyes. His skin in this form is a nice pale.
In his demon form, Adam stands at 6'3" with white strands of hair and crimson red eyes. His skin in this form is ghostly white. He has scales coming out of his back where his spine is, and claws on the ends of his hands.
Personality
While he appears human, Adam is very kind and passionate about protecting others. He appears especially attractive and innocent. While human, Adam is loving and listens very well. He seems like the perfect nice person. He is silly, and everything a shy and innocent person would be.
However, when he is in his demon form he is the opposite. He is cruel, terrible, and terrifying. He'll protect those who he deems worthy of protecting, but he is mostly uncontrollable and chaotic while in this mode. He's unpredictable.
Backstory
The demons were getting smarter. More clever. They wanted a way to create more of themselves that looked human. So they did. They took what was needed to create a demon, and placed it into the body of a human. The result was Adam.
But Adam was a failure. He didn't want to hurt the humans, he wanted to protect them. He felt...emotions. He was lucky he had his demon form, and he fought his demon parents off. Killed them, and then set out on his own. Did he want...closure? A home? A family? Being a human is confusing. After finding a few and (secretly) learning from them, he's gotten the hang of it. Now, he's one his way to The Sanctuary. He just hopes they don't murder him.
Misc
-In human form, he carries two daggers made from his parent's bones
-Adam finds humans interesting, so if he's to be with one romantically he doesn't care their sex |
53,426 | 1,457 | 19 | 2,663 | 35 | Eden entre dans la salle à manger, l'odeur des premiers repas matinaux l'engloutit dans son nuage lorsqu'il entre. Il inhale et expire profondément en prenant toutes les odeurs à la fois et commence à se rendre à Sparrow, l'un des cuisiniers qu'il connaît.
"Hey Sparrow, tu as quelque chose de spécial pour moi ce matin? Il faut que j'aille bientôt au travail et qu'il me faut une bouchée." | Name
Eden Brown
Age
21
Species
Human
Gender
Male
Description
Eden has a long and lean frame and stands at a height of 6'1 when standing up straight, but he has a very heavy tendency to slouch which makes him appear an inch or so shorter. He has dark brown dreadlocks that he wears in two styles, down or in a nice ponytail. He has brown eyes, a pale complexion and is generally considered very average in appearance.
Personality
Eden is a humble soul who enjoys bringing smiles to all. He is very loyal to those he has formed relationships with and will go the extra mile to ensure that they are well cared for. He is fairly educated and is somewhat of a genius when it comes to attempting to decipher what old world artifacts wouldve previously been, as long as it isnt too complicated.
Bio
Eden never really got the chance to know his parents like many other children did. What is known of them and their time in sanctuary is very little. As far as he knows his mother and father were travelers who wandered the world not knowing who to trust or where they could stay for long. Unlike many orphans who lost their parents to demons, Eden's parents abandoned him during early infancy at entrance to Sanctuary. And from there he was raised among the people of Sanctuary as if they were his own family. For a long while, many speculated that Eden's mother and father had been demons in disguise sent pretend to be a couple in need looking for a place to stay for the night, and had left Eden as some sort of trap. However, as Eden grew over time and showed no signs of being a demon this theory soon disappeared.
When Eden came of age to finally put his effort into the community he wanted to return what the residents had done for him. So he decided to take up the work as a teenager to watch over the younger children and teach them, and after a few years when he became an adult, he was selected to be one of the few trainers for the children. Now he lives his days out helping those in need, he is always willing to take on jobs that aren't his own if it means to return a favor.
Secrets
-Wears the only trinket his mother and father left him with, a necklace with a strange crystal on it.
-He enjoys poking around for things related to the past, more specifically anything music related.
-Spends most of his time at night singing alone somewhere where not many can hear him. |
53,427 | 1,457 | 20 | 1,295 | 125 | Fantastique! Le moineau grince sauvagement et se tient, excité à la fois de sortir du travail et de passer du temps avec son nouvel ami. Elle jette le dernier morceau de fromage dans sa bouche, l'avale rapidement et remet le tissu dans sa poche. "Quand tu auras fini de manger, on pourra y aller. Je vais vous montrer un peu plus sur notre chemin de sortie."
Quand Eden entre dans la salle à manger, Sparrow fait des vagues heureuses. Il s'approche d'elle avant de parler. "Hey Sparrow, tu as quelque chose de spécial pour moi ce matin? Il faut que j'aille bientôt au travail et qu'il me faut une bouchée."
La jeune fille hoche la tête et pointe vers l'extrémité de la plus grande table, où une poignée de villageois cueillaient encore à leur nourriture. Quelques-uns des bols avaient été choisis à travers, mais il y avait certainement encore une sélection assez importante. "Fabriqué des muffins de graines de pavot plus tôt. Si tu te dépêches qu'il en reste quelques-uns, oh et que quelqu'un a apporté une pomme ce matin aussi, j'ai entendu dire qu'ils sont très savoureux," la blonde chie joyeusement. "Avez-vous le temps de vous asseoir avec nous avant de partir? J'aimerais vous présenter quelqu'un." | NAME
born ariel lin, but has been called sparrow her entire life
AGE
somewhere in her late teens, likely eighteen or nineteen
BREED
entirely human
PERSONALITY
-charismatic -naive
-idealistic -obsessive
-forgiving -passionate
BIOGRAPHY
Oddly enough, Sparrow had a fairly normal childhood. Well, as normal of a childhood as she could have while growing up in the apocalypse. Her parents were loving, patient, and kind, and while she was raised within the confines of a small home in the middle of nowhere, she was a happy child. Her grandfather had built the small home where she was raised in the middle of the woods, hoping to make it a safe place for future generations, and so it was, until the attacks started happening. Her grandparents had long since passed, and Sparrow was somewhere around ten when the first attack happened. The demons took her mother and left young Sparrow with her father. The heartbroken two left their home in search of a safe place. A sanctuary.
They joined the residents of Sanctuary and have been with them ever since. Sparrow's father took the job of a guard, and once old enough Sparrow started working in the kitchens.
MISC.
-sparrow is way too trusting and likes to think there is good in everyone |
53,428 | 1,457 | 21 | 1,316 | 226 | Brielle agita sa main en l'air, comme si elle volait un peu "Ne me remerciez pas, je me tiens aux souhaits des Rois..." dit-elle avec ferveur, et commença à les conduire vers le centre du village extérieur. Où se trouvaient tous les mendiants et les commerçants : « Oh, allez... tu ne peux pas venir si loin et ne pas avoir ta truelle... Je ne t'ai pas juste défendue pour aucune raison... » Brielle lui a lâché un peu, une exhalée insatisfaite s'échappant de ses lèvres. "Bon sang-froid, vous les démons avez dépassé votre accueil..." elle murmura sous son souffle. Brielle ne voulait rien de plus que vivre dans un monde où elle avait encore ses parents. Mais la réalité était loin d'être épaisse pour que les rêves fantaisistes viennent se mêler. Elle a aspiré sa lèvre inférieure en tant qu'on lui a demandé son nom, en quelque sorte en regrettant son commentaire précédent. Jusqu'à présent, le garçon avait été gentil, et n'a donné aucune raison de faire preuve de malveillance envers lui.
"Je suis Brielle, l'un des chasseurs du Sanctuaire. Vous apportez des marchandises pour le commerce, correct Lucile?" Elle a exprimé un petit sourire chaleureux, et a placé un brin de ses longs cheveux de châtaignier derrière son oreille droite. "Et si on t'obtenait ce dont tu as besoin?" La brise a produit l'odeur du petit déjeuner cuit de l'intérieur de la maison de montagne. Son estomac a suivi avec un grondement, elle a regardé Lucile et a griffé l'arrière de sa tête "vous n'auriez pas une patate douce, n'est-ce pas?" Elle ne s'attendait pas à ce qu'il en ait une ou même à la lui donner à ce stade.
au travail et sur mon téléphone. Désolé pour la shortness! | Name: Ysran Stormreach. He doesn't really know his name, so he just threw a few things together.
Age: Around late 20's
Breed: Human. However, demonic exposure has transformed his ears. Many think he is a half-breed.
Personality: Could be described as "Neutral Evil," He isn't explicitly evil, as in, he won't burn down buildings or terrorize people, but in the pursuit of knowledge and power, no price is to great to pay, even if it means resorting to things others may find "Evil"
Equipment: Ysran carries a pack of ritual materials and demonic texts. He also carries a Machete.
Bio: Ysran, or at least that's what he's gone to calling himself now, was a very smart child. He learned to read from his parents, and how to survive out in the wilderness. Because that's where he lived. He lived with a group of humans who were just trying to survive. Yet in his 15th year his entire tribe was destroyed by the demons.
A normal human would have ran, but Ysran was... Fascinated. He stared on, half terrified, half in wonder, as everyone was slaughtered. Yet when a rather human-like demon appeared to finish him, he asked to learn from them. The demons took a great interest in him. A human who would willingly work with them in the pursuit of knowledge. Surprisingly, they accepted his offer.
Forming a pact with them, he would be granted knowledge and demonic power, in exchange for information on how humans lived. How did they interact with each other? How did they make their weapons? The same way they did? These particular set of demons wanted to know, and were willing to offer power. Ysran accepted, and began to slowly return info to the group. He was then told of a place called "Sanctuary". A large congregation of humans? Perfect. He could learn much. He set out, seeking to know what awaits him.
Ysran was granted a small list of spell-like abilities:
A ball of dark energy capable of delivering quite a bit of force, about enough to go through a door. Against living targets, this can knock people down, and it terms of damage, it would take 2-3 to kill a normal person as the darkness burns like a strong acid. You're basically being hit with a bowling ball made of acid.
Attracts all manner of fish and sometimes other aquatic creatures to a singular point. The range can vary from a few inches to several feet.
A zombie-like minion is summoned to do Ysran's bidding. It can follow simple commands such as "Hold this" or "Go there". If told to, the Shambler will follow another person's commands until told otherwise by Ysran. It prioritizes Ysran's commands first. here's a pic.
A fish (or other aquatic creature) is summoned much like a Shambler. These can be anything from a goldfish, to a Great White Shark. However the general rule is, the bigger the creature, the shorter time it has before it is unsummoned. This can be delayed, but requires great concentration from Ysran.
Creates a layer of Scale-like armor around the skin. It doesn't turn your skin into scales,it just created a layer of them on top of the skin. Greater Fishscales is stronger, but normal Fishscales can be cast on others.
Can heal most wounds, poisons, and some diseases. This spell however costs quite a bit of mana, and spell casting time can take a while.
Fills an opponent's lungs with water, drowning them. However first, Ysran must mentally overcome his opponent. The spell also takes a moment to cast, and only lasts as long as Ysran concentrates.
Ysran sends forth a black smokescreen, and all that see within are shown monstrous, disgusting versions of their worst fears come to life. This usually makes people run away, or cower in fear.
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Name
Eden Brown
Age
21
Species
Human
Gender
Male
Description
Eden has a long and lean frame and stands at a height of 6'1 when standing up straight, but he has a very heavy tendency to slouch which makes him appear an inch or so shorter. He has dark brown dreadlocks that he wears in two styles, down or in a nice ponytail. He has brown eyes, a pale complexion and is generally considered very average in appearance.
Personality
Eden is a humble soul who enjoys bringing smiles to all. He is very loyal to those he has formed relationships with and will go the extra mile to ensure that they are well cared for. He is fairly educated and is somewhat of a genius when it comes to attempting to decipher what old world artifacts wouldve previously been, as long as it isnt too complicated.
Bio
Eden never really got the chance to know his parents like many other children did. What is known of them and their time in sanctuary is very little. As far as he knows his mother and father were travelers who wandered the world not knowing who to trust or where they could stay for long. Unlike many orphans who lost their parents to demons, Eden's parents abandoned him during early infancy at entrance to Sanctuary. And from there he was raised among the people of Sanctuary as if they were his own family. For a long while, many speculated that Eden's mother and father had been demons in disguise sent pretend to be a couple in need looking for a place to stay for the night, and had left Eden as some sort of trap. However, as Eden grew over time and showed no signs of being a demon this theory soon disappeared.
When Eden came of age to finally put his effort into the community he wanted to return what the residents had done for him. So he decided to take up the work as a teenager to watch over the younger children and teach them, and after a few years when he became an adult, he was selected to be one of the few trainers for the children. Now he lives his days out helping those in need, he is always willing to take on jobs that aren't his own if it means to return a favor.
Secrets
-Wears the only trinket his mother and father left him with, a necklace with a strange crystal on it.
-He enjoys poking around for things related to the past, more specifically anything music related.
-Spends most of his time at night singing alone somewhere where not many can hear him.
-The Sanctuary
"Haha! Ha...haha...no, I-I'm human! Just like you!"
Street Food
Name
061001 - Adam Willius
Age
Unknown, seems in late teens/early twenties
Breed
Demon
Gender
Male
Description
In his human form, Adam stands at 5'7" with light brown hair and lovely green eyes. His skin in this form is a nice pale.
In his demon form, Adam stands at 6'3" with white strands of hair and crimson red eyes. His skin in this form is ghostly white.
Personality
While he appears human, Adam is very kind and passionate about protecting others. He appears especially attractive and innocent. While human, Adam is loving and listens very well. He seems like the perfect nice person. He is silly, and everything a shy and innocent person would be.
However, when he is in his demon form he is the opposite. He is cruel, terrible, and terrifying. He'll protect those who he deems worthy of protecting, but he is mostly uncontrollable and chaotic while in this mode. He's unpredictable.
Backstory
The demons were getting smarter. More clever. They wanted a way to create more of themselves that looked human. So they did. They took what was needed to create a demon, and placed it into the body of a human. The result was Adam.
But Adam was a failure. He didn't want to hurt the humans, he wanted to protect them. He felt...emotions. He was lucky he had his demon form, and he fought his demon parents off. Killed them, and then set out on his own. Did he want...closure? A home? A family? Being a human is confusing. After finding a few and (secretly) learning from them, he's gotten the hang of it. Now, he's one his way to The Sanctuary. He just hopes they don't murder him.
Misc
-In human form, he carries two daggers made from his parent's bones
-Adam finds humans interesting, so if he's to be with one romantically he doesn't care their sex
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NAME
born ariel lin, but has been called sparrow her entire life
AGE
somewhere in her late teens, likely eighteen or nineteen
BREED
entirely human
PERSONALITY
-charismatic -naive
-idealistic -obsessive
-forgiving -passionate
BIOGRAPHY
Oddly enough, Sparrow had a fairly normal childhood. Well, as normal of a childhood as she could have while growing up in the apocalypse. Her parents were loving, patient, and kind, and while she was raised within the confines of a small home in the middle of nowhere, she was a happy child. Her grandfather had built the small home where she was raised in the middle of the woods, hoping to make it a safe place for future generations, and so it was, until the attacks started happening. Her grandparents had long since passed, and Sparrow was somewhere around ten when the first attack happened. The demons took her mother and left young Sparrow with her father. The heartbroken two left their home in search of a safe place. A sanctuary.
They joined the residents of Sanctuary and have been with them ever since. Sparrow's father took the job of a guard, and once old enough Sparrow started working in the kitchens.
MISC.
-sparrow is way too trusting and likes to think there is good in everyone
- Name - Luciel K. Lumiere
Age - Appears early 20s
Breed - Halfbreed (Fiend bloodline)
Luciel stands at 5'10 with thick shoulder-length blonde hair and hazel eyes. Clean and smooth complexion save for freckles. Luciel sports four horns as well as the start of branching antlers, these are kept loosely bound with long strips of cloth which hold an array of symbols and Latin phrases painted in blood. The phrases depict a wide variety of prayers, though the symbols meld together like their own shapeless language which many suspect is demonic script.
Wide pupils constrict vertically into cat-like slits rather than simply narrowing, and reverse in reaction to darkness. Ironically, Luciel is far from a fan of bright light for this reason as it steals color from his vision in return for exceptional sight in low light settings.
Luciel speaks with as little mouth movement, accentuated upper and lower K9 fangs only hinting to the vicious maw behind them. With elastic properties to his facial skin around his double-jointed jaw, the rows of teeth continue another inch back. A bite from Luciel would be equally as horrifying as painful.
Lastly, slender fingers are armored especially around the tips with pale claws. The real oddity is how clean and filed they're kept, leaving them smooth and blunt to the touch...though they have a nasty habit of rapid growth back to razor sharpness if not tended to as religiously as Luciel keeps them.
In a slightly androgynous way, Luciel could be considered beautiful if the eye is willing to look past their monstrous features.
Luciel prefers an attire that resembles cloth, though is silken smooth. Form fitting though humble in its color resembling dried blood with his hues of faded crimson and charcoal black. The shawl worn over the suit holds an addition resembling a collar of burnt silver with a similar fastener linked to a ring around his shoulders.
The suit, itself has no pockets and the lower section integrates built in boots with flat 2-inch boot heels. It's unclear how this attire is put on or taken off, though the silver collar appears to be independent of the ensemble.
The quiet type, Luciel keeps to himself as he is wholly aware of what he is mostly out of fear of humans. This could be considered a predisposition, though his understanding nature reflects the notion to instead paint the situation as an unwillingness to unnerve humans with his appearance...and behavior.
Somewhere in the wasteland, Luciel found what some know as 'God', and his faith pulled him back from the sadistically feral blood that burns in his veins. Indefatigable purpose, empathy and a goal to aid the ailing currently staves off the monster that screams to maul humans and devour their flesh at every given second of every day. Because of this, his worship is obscenely odd and involves acts akin to the live sacrifice of animals, prayer/meditation, dancing in the moonlight (rarely naked) and 'sealing' (entering a trance to scribe the script into strips of cloth which adorn his horns and antlers).
Getting past his quirks, Luciel is a fan of company, though is a man of few words or facial emotions but is eager to serve human guests. His sense of humor can be seen as inappropriate or dark at times, but he means well and simply hasn't had much interaction with humans.
However, his greatest flaw is a vow of pacifism which some would see as his most honorable quality; an unconditional refusal to take life. Though he is far more than capable of defending himself and others with his qualities that separate him from humanity, the idea of drawing blood and being lost to bloodlust is a risk he refuses to take.
The events leading up to Luciel's birth are detailed in ways that have no business being recalled in text. A young woman bore the child of a horrific demon, a process that killed her in the process, leaving her older brother in possession of an abomination that spat in the face of God and Man. However, the small monster was still the last shred of family he had left. Whether it was this realization or simply beholding the unholy bridge between mankind and demons, he was driven into what the rest of his tribe described as madness. While he was ordered by the elders to dash the monster upon rocks and be done with the nightmare, he resisted and foolishly fled with everything his arms could carry, his or not.
My father was a good man. He taught me about the world and how we were the children of the earth and were born to live in fear. How to hunt in spite of my protest, how to harvest crops from the unbroken world...how to hide. I was great at hiding. We would play games where I would hide in the forest for days and father couldn't find me! It was in the woods where I truly learned how to play hide-and-seek with the beasts. Many ran from me, but the biggest one!
The biggest one had horns higher than I could reach! It had three eyes and fangs as big as my arms with HUGE claws! It was so cool! It roared so loud it shook the trees and my own shriek barely made the grass quiver, though that was probably the wind. I wanted it to make the sound again, to stay and tell me what else it knew...but it just...left.
It was years later that I realized how they all leave...
My father was my uncle, some madman who abandoned me in the woods time and time again to be eaten by the beasts who instigated my life. I learned this from an old man wandering the wastes when he found me over my uncle's corpse. Knife still in his hand and slashes across his arms and throat. The old man seemed to know him. More surprisingly, he knew me, told me how I was the child of the devil who killed dozens of those he loved. After an old word used to name the monster, the old man named me 'Luciel' before handing me a silver crucifix, saying that it would protect me.
Truly, he did not care what became of me, or even himself from the look in his eyes. He simply lost too much to have a handle on his old life. I followed him for a distance with everything my arms could carry and whatever I could fit in uncle's backpack in spite of his shouts to leave him be or what books he threw at me.
I...just didn't want to be alone. Even if it meant being at a distance and hated.
Weeks in, the man relented and taught me of the books he carried, the hope in the pages and its message for mankind and the mankind within me. He told me the truth of the world, and each syllable made me hate the man who had lied to me, stole me from my home and abandoned me in the woods countless times.
The old man also taught me about forgiveness...and gratitude. Without the evil and sacrifice of one man, I would have been dead before my eyes even opened. Regardless of the decade that followed and my life before, the few weeks I spent with the old man made me feel a part of something, as though I belonged.
Shouting matches with beasts, my first kill to protect the man...I understood prayer and it saved me from what I had almost become. I never wanted to be lost to the madness that left me in fits of manic hysteria like some rabid animal. I learned that believing in something had more power than what the true 'nothing' could actually provide. So after my trials and seeing the man disappear into the waterfall of sanctuary from afar, the old questions stung for only the moment it took for me to swallow and steal my resolve and begin building a shelter.
Do I believe in God?
No.
Humans are their own gods. Monsters only have demons.
And I made my choice of which one I wanted to be.
The Fiend blood that runs through Luciel gave him an innate skill in dark magic, though through conviction and faith, the darkness was bent across its own spectrum of physical manipulation, giving birth to light magic. This light magic has few but powerful spells focused on mending and protecting.
While Luciel wields these 'miracles', he is well aware of their origins. Demons bent the material plane to exact fear and devastation upon mankind in ways he seeks to undo through the base spell's understanding.
Luciel's most powerful and frequently casted spell. The translation roughly comes out as 'Loom'.
The intent is to stitch organic matter back together by binding wounds with seemingly golden threads and imbuing flesh with radiant energy which forces the body to quickly heal wounds at speeds that can be visibly observed. Though the whole casting may take anywhere from a few seconds to a minute depending on the severity of the wound, this spell has the capability to mend bone and knit muscle together to the extent of potentially reattaching severed limbs.
- This spell will not restore blood loss.
- Only good for one wound at a time and requires both hands and concentration.
- Can be used to mitigate damage from poison by forcing the victim's body to heal through the poison's effect until it is worked out of the body, naturally. This process can take a long time and is anything but pleasant.
- Therapy from the spell can ease back pain and arthritis brought about by aging, but cannot cure cancer or other diseases that have reemerged and now limit the human life span.
A more diverse form of 'Repth' that is less focused, though the general nature grants surprising benefits. Translated as 'Inspire'.
The expelled energy finds its way into nearby targets in a burst to swiftly boost metabolism with the buffer of magic, granting a significant hike to stamina, endurance and strength. While a side effect enhances the body's natural healing process, this is hardly enough to matter in the heat of combat.
- Good for moral as it temporarily sates fatigue.
- Requires both hands to channel and for targets to remain within 30ft for full effect.
- Doesn't so much bolster strength as it does allow fighters to put everything into every swing with little recovery.
A self-defense spell which vaguely translates to 'Burden'.
While will and spirit can carry a heart as far as legs wish, the spell is the closest to the darkness that Luciel dares to venture. The spell causes natural acids to build up in muscles at an alarming rate by hindering muscle's metabolism rates. The effect quickly tires victims and subjects them to cramps from continued strenuous activity such as running or fighting. The spell cannot be made fatal, and its result heavily depends on the actions of the afflicted.
- Can be cast with one hand, allowing two targets at once.
- Accumulation of amino acids in muscles cause targets to tire 5-10 times as fast. This does not target the heart or lungs but simply persists through concentration until canceled or the target collapses from their muscles simply failing to hold them up any longer.
- Luciel takes no pleasure in the use of the spell, and it is used mainly in self defense to dissuade pursuers or attackers.
- Highly ineffective against ranged attackers who simply need to pull and release a bowstring.
- Highly effective against attackers who need to get close with heavy armor and weapons.
- Spell cannot be focused with both hands to increase the effect. The spell magically limits a bodily function, not reverse it.
- Cancelling the spell in any way restores targets to the strength they had if normal exertion was factored in...though cramps can still hurt.
- Hearty targets can resist the effect for longer.
- Will probably just piss off greater demons.
Misc
- Usually ignored by some demons such as Fiends which he has a...strange...understanding with, even though they're regarded as one of the more vicious and merciless of beasts.
-Unarmed save for a blunt dagger he uses to harvest wild produce as well as an 'ancient' silver crucifix passed down in his family...and tough antlers, horns, an array of sharp teeth and claws (assuming he lets them grow).
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AGE
37
BREED
Human
PERSONALITY
-dark -manipulative
-idealistic -obsessive
-righteous -relentless
BIOGRAPHY
He grew up on the northern monastery of the Golden Claws. It is a post apocalyptic human settlement which guards the human occupied lands of the south from northern demonic invasions. For years, since the demons stopped their invasion, there was quiet. All they had to take care of was the occasional demon which tried to pass the border or attempted to pass as a civilian. So you can't really blame them for being unprepared and overwhelmed when a sudden demon attack obliterated the whole monastery. Everyone was killed. Young and old, master and student, no one was spared from the slaughter. They could easily defend against battalions of demon foot soldiers but the thing that attacked them, that monstrosity was never seen before and the fact that it sprung up from the ground, like it was buried there for centuries and had just awoken didn't make the defending any easier.
Numenor was the only one to survive. Now his mission is to travel south, informing any and every settlement along the way of what is to come. They have to know, they have to prepare for the hell fire that is to come...
MISC. |
53,429 | 1,457 | 22 | 2,663 | 35 | Ouais, je peux passer quelques minutes aussi longtemps que je ne suis pas rattrapé par Tooo.
Il se rendait à la grande table en regardant autour de lui les différents bols de nourriture. Il allait chercher une petite pomme rouge et un muffin de graines de pavot. Il met la pomme rouge dans une poche vide sur sa salopette pour plus tard. Il marchait ensuite jusqu'à Sparrow avec le muffin et prenait un petit grignot du muffin.
"C'est toujours le meilleur. C'est toi qui as fait ça? Oh et qui est cette personne que vous voulez que je rencontre?" | Name
Eden Brown
Age
21
Species
Human
Gender
Male
Description
Eden has a long and lean frame and stands at a height of 6'1 when standing up straight, but he has a very heavy tendency to slouch which makes him appear an inch or so shorter. He has dark brown dreadlocks that he wears in two styles, down or in a nice ponytail. He has brown eyes, a pale complexion and is generally considered very average in appearance.
Personality
Eden is a humble soul who enjoys bringing smiles to all. He is very loyal to those he has formed relationships with and will go the extra mile to ensure that they are well cared for. He is fairly educated and is somewhat of a genius when it comes to attempting to decipher what old world artifacts wouldve previously been, as long as it isnt too complicated.
Bio
Eden never really got the chance to know his parents like many other children did. What is known of them and their time in sanctuary is very little. As far as he knows his mother and father were travelers who wandered the world not knowing who to trust or where they could stay for long. Unlike many orphans who lost their parents to demons, Eden's parents abandoned him during early infancy at entrance to Sanctuary. And from there he was raised among the people of Sanctuary as if they were his own family. For a long while, many speculated that Eden's mother and father had been demons in disguise sent pretend to be a couple in need looking for a place to stay for the night, and had left Eden as some sort of trap. However, as Eden grew over time and showed no signs of being a demon this theory soon disappeared.
When Eden came of age to finally put his effort into the community he wanted to return what the residents had done for him. So he decided to take up the work as a teenager to watch over the younger children and teach them, and after a few years when he became an adult, he was selected to be one of the few trainers for the children. Now he lives his days out helping those in need, he is always willing to take on jobs that aren't his own if it means to return a favor.
Secrets
-Wears the only trinket his mother and father left him with, a necklace with a strange crystal on it.
-He enjoys poking around for things related to the past, more specifically anything music related.
-Spends most of his time at night singing alone somewhere where not many can hear him. |
53,430 | 1,457 | 23 | 986 | 1,735 | L'idée de le défendre et comment ce serait un geste gâché s'il venait de partir apportait une petite obscurité au cœur de Luciel. Il ne voulait rien d'autre que de dire comment son geste aurait pu être considéré comme faisant sa bonne action pour le jour pour le bien de la nourriture pour le village plutôt que toute contrainte réelle pour l'aider. Son commentaire qui l'a entouré de démons et comment sa simple existence était surendettant son accueil n'a fait que solidifier cela.
Il était un peu tordu d'imaginer que ces mots étaient les meilleurs qu'il pouvait espérer, même s'il comprenait que des créatures comme le monstre qu'il devait à la moitié de l'existence n'avaient pas été particulièrement miséricordieux envers les humains. Ses yeux s'éloignèrent de son escorte, déçus mais encore chauds avec une réponse de : « Heureux de vous rencontrer, Brielle... »
"Et oui, il serait préférable d'échanger des biens" Luciel a accepté, cherchant la direction pour savoir où aller pour accomplir sa fin du marché, ignorant poliment le grognement de son estomac. La question sur les patates douces lui rappelait son petit déjeuner et son déjeuner écrasés dont Derrick avait fait un court travail, bien qu'il n'était pas sur le point de s'affirmer pour s'enquérir d'un remplacement. Convaincue qu'il serait probablement préférable de mourir de faim jusqu'à son retour à la maison, Luci s'agenouille une fois de plus pour ouvrir le sac de jeu et le fusil à travers les produits bruts. "Pas beaucoup. C'est un peu difficile de creuser à la main », a-t-il commencé, tenant les mains pour montrer les griffes émoussées déposées comme une explication avant de récupérer quelques ignames et de les tenir debout, « Prenez votre décision. "pour ton village" t'inclut aussi, a-t-il plaisanté. Le soupçon le plus faible d'un sourire taquinait le bord de sa bouche, bien que supprimé. Cru et poussiéreux de stockage, mais les patates douces n'en sont pas moins.
C'était comme pour toujours depuis qu'il avait tant parlé, Luciel aimait vraiment la compagnie même s'il était convaincu que la femme le détestait pour Dieu sait combien de raisons. | Name - Luciel K. Lumiere
Age - Appears early 20s (Likely late 20s)
Breed - Halfbreed (Fiend bloodline)
Luciel stands at 5'10 with thick shoulder-length blonde hair and hazel eyes. Clean and smooth complexion save for freckles. Luciel sports four horns as well as the start of branching antlers, these are kept loosely bound with long strips of cloth which hold an array of symbols and Latin phrases painted in blood. The phrases depict a wide variety of prayers, though the symbols meld together like their own shapeless language which many suspect is demonic script.
Wide pupils constrict vertically into cat-like slits rather than simply narrowing, and reverse in reaction to darkness. Ironically, Luciel is far from a fan of bright light for this reason as it steals color from his vision in return for exceptional sight in low light settings.
Luciel speaks with as little mouth movement, accentuated upper and lower K9 fangs only hinting to the vicious maw behind them. With elastic properties to his facial skin around his double-jointed jaw, the rows of teeth continue another inch back. A bite from Luciel would be equally as horrifying as painful.
Lastly, slender fingers are armored especially around the tips with pale claws. The real oddity is how clean and filed they're kept, leaving them smooth and blunt to the touch...though they have a nasty habit of rapid growth back to razor sharpness if not tended to as religiously as Luciel keeps them.
In a slightly androgynous way, Luciel could be considered beautiful if the eye is willing to look past their monstrous features.
Luciel prefers an attire that resembles cloth, though is silken smooth. Form fitting though humble in its color resembling dried blood with his hues of faded crimson and charcoal black. The shawl worn over the suit holds an addition resembling a collar of burnt silver with a similar fastener linked to a ring around his shoulders.
The suit, itself has no pockets and the lower section integrates built in boots with flat 2-inch boot heels. It's unclear how this attire is put on or taken off, though the silver collar appears to be independent of the ensemble.
The quiet type, Luciel keeps to himself as he is wholly aware of what he is mostly out of fear of humans. This could be considered a predisposition, though his understanding nature reflects the notion to instead paint the situation as an unwillingness to unnerve humans with his appearance...and behavior.
Somewhere in the wasteland, Luciel found what some know as 'God', and his faith pulled him back from the sadistically feral blood that burns in his veins. Indefatigable purpose, empathy and a goal to aid the ailing currently staves off the monster that screams to maul humans and devour their flesh at every given second of every day. Because of this, his worship is obscenely odd and involves acts akin to the live sacrifice of animals, prayer/meditation, dancing in the moonlight (rarely naked) and 'sealing' (entering a trance to scribe the script into strips of cloth which adorn his horns and antlers).
Getting past his quirks, Luciel is a fan of company, though is a man of few words or facial emotions but is eager to serve human guests. His sense of humor can be seen as inappropriate or dark at times, but he means well and simply hasn't had much interaction with humans.
However, his greatest flaw is a vow of pacifism which some would see as his most honorable quality; an unconditional refusal to take life. Though he is far more than capable of defending himself and others with his qualities that separate him from humanity, the idea of drawing blood and being lost to bloodlust is a risk he refuses to take.
The events leading up to Luciel's birth are detailed in ways that have no business being recalled in text. A young woman bore the child of a horrific demon, a process that killed her in the process, leaving her older brother in possession of an abomination that spat in the face of God and Man. However, the small monster was still the last shred of family he had left. Whether it was this realization or simply beholding the unholy bridge between mankind and demons, he was driven into what the rest of his tribe described as madness. While he was ordered by the elders to dash the monster upon rocks and be done with the nightmare, he resisted and foolishly fled with everything his arms could carry, his or not.
My father was a good man. He taught me about the world and how we were the children of the earth and were born to live in fear. How to hunt in spite of my protest, how to harvest crops from the unbroken world...how to hide. I was great at hiding. We would play games where I would hide in the forest for days and father couldn't find me! It was in the woods where I truly learned how to play hide-and-seek with the beasts. Many ran from me, but the biggest one!
The biggest one had horns higher than I could reach! It had three eyes and fangs as big as my arms with HUGE claws! It was so cool! It roared so loud it shook the trees and my own shriek barely made the grass quiver, though that was probably the wind. I wanted it to make the sound again, to stay and tell me what else it knew...but it just...left.
It was years later that I realized how they all leave...
My father was my uncle, some madman who abandoned me in the woods time and time again to be eaten by the beasts who instigated my life. I learned this from an old man wandering the wastes when he found me over my uncle's corpse. Knife still in his hand and slashes across his arms and throat. The old man seemed to know him. More surprisingly, he knew me, told me how I was the child of the devil who killed dozens of those he loved. After an old word used to name the monster, the old man named me 'Luciel' before handing me a silver crucifix, saying that it would protect me.
Truly, he did not care what became of me, or even himself from the look in his eyes. He simply lost too much to have a handle on his old life. I followed him for a distance with everything my arms could carry and whatever I could fit in uncle's backpack in spite of his shouts to leave him be or what books he threw at me.
I...just didn't want to be alone. Even if it meant being at a distance and hated.
Weeks in, the man relented and taught me of the books he carried, the hope in the pages and its message for mankind and the mankind within me. He told me the truth of the world, and each syllable made me hate the man who had lied to me, stole me from my home and abandoned me in the woods countless times.
The old man also taught me about forgiveness...and gratitude. Without the evil and sacrifice of one man, I would have been dead before my eyes even opened. Regardless of the decade that followed and my life before, the few weeks I spent with the old man made me feel a part of something, as though I belonged.
Shouting matches with beasts, my first kill to protect the man...I understood prayer and it saved me from what I had almost become. I never wanted to be lost to the madness that left me in fits of manic hysteria like some rabid animal. I learned that believing in something had more power than what the true 'nothing' could actually provide. So after my trials and seeing the man disappear into the waterfall of sanctuary from afar, the old questions stung for only the moment it took for me to swallow and steal my resolve and begin building a shelter.
Do I believe in God?
No.
Humans are their own gods. Monsters only have demons.
And I made my choice of which one I wanted to be.
The Fiend blood that runs through Luciel gave him an innate skill in dark magic, though through conviction and faith, the darkness was bent across its own spectrum of physical manipulation, giving birth to light magic. This light magic has few but powerful spells focused on mending and protecting.
While Luciel wields these 'miracles', he is well aware of their origins. Demons bent the material plane to exact fear and devastation upon mankind in ways he seeks to undo through the base spell's understanding.
Luciel's most powerful and frequently casted spell. The translation roughly comes out as 'Loom'.
The intent is to stitch organic matter back together by binding wounds with seemingly golden threads and imbuing flesh with radiant energy which forces the body to quickly heal wounds at speeds that can be visibly observed. Though the whole casting may take anywhere from a few seconds to a minute depending on the severity of the wound, this spell has the capability to mend bone and knit muscle together to the extent of potentially reattaching severed limbs.
- This spell will not restore blood loss.
- Only good for one wound at a time and requires both hands and concentration.
- Can be used to mitigate damage from poison by forcing the victim's body to heal through the poison's effect until it is worked out of the body, naturally. This process can take a long time and is anything but pleasant.
- Therapy from the spell can ease back pain and arthritis brought about by aging, but cannot cure cancer or other diseases that have reemerged and now limit the human life span.
A more diverse form of 'Repth' that is less focused, though the general nature grants surprising benefits. Translated as 'Inspire'.
The expelled energy finds its way into nearby targets in a burst to swiftly boost metabolism with the buffer of magic, granting a significant hike to stamina, endurance and strength. While a side effect enhances the body's natural healing process, this is hardly enough to matter in the heat of combat.
- Good for moral as it temporarily sates fatigue.
- Requires both hands to channel and for targets to remain within 30ft for full effect.
- Doesn't so much bolster strength as it does allow fighters to put everything into every swing with little recovery.
A self-defense spell which vaguely translates to 'Burden'.
While will and spirit can carry a heart as far as legs wish, the spell is the closest to the darkness that Luciel dares to venture. The spell causes natural acids to build up in muscles at an alarming rate by hindering muscle's metabolism rates. The effect quickly tires victims and subjects them to cramps from continued strenuous activity such as running or fighting. The spell cannot be made fatal, and its result heavily depends on the actions of the afflicted.
- Can be cast with one hand, allowing two targets at once.
- Accumulation of amino acids in muscles cause targets to tire 5-10 times as fast. This does not target the heart or lungs but simply persists through concentration until canceled or the target collapses from their muscles simply failing to hold them up any longer.
- Luciel takes no pleasure in the use of the spell, and it is used mainly in self defense to dissuade pursuers or attackers.
- Highly ineffective against ranged attackers who simply need to pull and release a bowstring.
- Highly effective against attackers who need to get close with heavy armor and weapons.
- Spell cannot be focused with both hands to increase the effect. The spell magically stops a bodily function, not reverse it.
- Hearty targets can resist the effect for longer.
- Will probably just piss off greater demons.
Misc
- Usually ignored by some demons such as Fiends which he has a...strange...understanding with, even though they're regarded as one of the more vicious and merciless of beasts.
-Unarmed save for a blunt dagger he uses to harvest wild produce as well as an 'ancient' silver crucifix passed down in his family...and tough antlers, horns, an array of sharp teeth and claws (assuming he lets them grow). |
53,431 | 1,457 | 24 | 919 | 248 | Assieds-toi avec nous? Je croyais qu'on partait? Un autre humain à rencontrer.
Quand l'autre garçon s'est assis, Adam s'est présenté. "Salut. Je suis Adam." En essayant de trouver autre chose à ajouter, il a dit, "Les muffins sont bons, n'est-ce pas?" Trouver une connexion commune. Quelque chose dont il faut parler. C'est ce qui devait arriver, n'est-ce pas? Lui seul pouvait deviner. Il se demandait s'il allait venir avec eux, et quelque chose agitait en lui. Une certaine émotion humaine, probablement. C'était de la tristesse? C'est pas vrai. Joyeuse? Non, pas ça non plus. Quelque chose qui l'a fait se sentir mal. C'était comme s'il n'aimait pas la possibilité que ce garçon vienne avec eux. Il a souri au garçon, il n'était pas sûr de lui. -- Et vous êtes? | The Sanctuary
"Haha! Ha...haha...no, I-I'm human! Just like you!"
Street Food
Name
061001 - Adam Willius
Age
Unknown, seems in late teens/early twenties
Breed
Demon
Gender
Male
Description
In his human form, Adam stands at 5'7" with light brown hair and lovely green eyes. His skin in this form is a nice pale.
In his demon form, Adam stands at 6'3" with white strands of hair and crimson red eyes. His skin in this form is ghostly white. He has scales coming out of his back where his spine is, and claws on the ends of his hands.
Personality
While he appears human, Adam is very kind and passionate about protecting others. He appears especially attractive and innocent. While human, Adam is loving and listens very well. He seems like the perfect nice person. He is silly, and everything a shy and innocent person would be.
However, when he is in his demon form he is the opposite. He is cruel, terrible, and terrifying. He'll protect those who he deems worthy of protecting, but he is mostly uncontrollable and chaotic while in this mode. He's unpredictable.
Backstory
The demons were getting smarter. More clever. They wanted a way to create more of themselves that looked human. So they did. They took what was needed to create a demon, and placed it into the body of a human. The result was Adam.
But Adam was a failure. He didn't want to hurt the humans, he wanted to protect them. He felt...emotions. He was lucky he had his demon form, and he fought his demon parents off. Killed them, and then set out on his own. Did he want...closure? A home? A family? Being a human is confusing. After finding a few and (secretly) learning from them, he's gotten the hang of it. Now, he's one his way to The Sanctuary. He just hopes they don't murder him.
Misc
-In human form, he carries two daggers made from his parent's bones
-Adam finds humans interesting, so if he's to be with one romantically he doesn't care their sex |
53,432 | 1,457 | 25 | 2,663 | 35 | Il prend une autre morsure du muffin, répandant des miettes sur ses genoux tout en mangeant et regarde le garçon. Il avale fort dans le bonheur du délicieux muffin.
"Je parie que c'est génial. Mon nom est Eden. Ravi de vous rencontrer Adam. D'où venez-vous? Une autre colonie ou vous erriez dans le coin? »
Il s'approche de sa main libre et attend qu'Adam la saisit. | Name
Eden Brown
Age
21
Species
Human
Gender
Male
Description
Eden has a long and lean frame and stands at a height of 6'1 when standing up straight, but he has a very heavy tendency to slouch which makes him appear an inch or so shorter. He has dark brown dreadlocks that he wears in two styles, down or in a nice ponytail. He has brown eyes, a pale complexion and is generally considered very average in appearance.
Personality
Eden is a humble soul who enjoys bringing smiles to all. He is very loyal to those he has formed relationships with and will go the extra mile to ensure that they are well cared for. He is fairly educated and is somewhat of a genius when it comes to attempting to decipher what old world artifacts wouldve previously been, as long as it isnt too complicated.
Bio
Eden never really got the chance to know his parents like many other children did. What is known of them and their time in sanctuary is very little. As far as he knows his mother and father were travelers who wandered the world not knowing who to trust or where they could stay for long. Unlike many orphans who lost their parents to demons, Eden's parents abandoned him during early infancy at entrance to Sanctuary. And from there he was raised among the people of Sanctuary as if they were his own family. For a long while, many speculated that Eden's mother and father had been demons in disguise sent pretend to be a couple in need looking for a place to stay for the night, and had left Eden as some sort of trap. However, as Eden grew over time and showed no signs of being a demon this theory soon disappeared.
When Eden came of age to finally put his effort into the community he wanted to return what the residents had done for him. So he decided to take up the work as a teenager to watch over the younger children and teach them, and after a few years when he became an adult, he was selected to be one of the few trainers for the children. Now he lives his days out helping those in need, he is always willing to take on jobs that aren't his own if it means to return a favor.
Secrets
-Wears the only trinket his mother and father left him with, a necklace with a strange crystal on it.
-He enjoys poking around for things related to the past, more specifically anything music related.
-Spends most of his time at night singing alone somewhere where not many can hear him. |
53,433 | 1,457 | 26 | 1,295 | 125 | Sparrow s'assoit à côté d'Adam, changeant un peu, alors elle est assise juste à côté de lui, profitant de la compagnie d'un garçon de son âge qui ne semblait pas l'objecter d'aucune façon. Bien sûr, il y avait d'autres hommes et garçons dans la ville, mais la plupart d'entre eux l'ont vue comme une servante de toutes sortes à cause de son travail dans la cuisine, ou ont automatiquement supposé qu'elle n'était qu'un joli visage. Pliant ses mains sur ses genoux, elle garde un sourire agréable sur son visage pendant qu'Adam et Eden parlent. Elle était intéressée par la conversation, mais plus intéressée à disparaître de sa vie quotidienne de tambour hum et à explorer le monde extérieur.
Il y avait un petit village, un camp vraiment, à environ un kilomètre de la périphérie du Sanctuaire qui avait été ravagé par des démons il y a un moment. Heureusement, les créatures semblaient plus intéressées par les gens que leurs biens. Les épargnants, ceux du Sanctuaire et d'autres qui voyageaient seuls, avaient pris la plupart des choses de valeur, mais si vous regardiez fort, vous pourriez trouver des choses plus petites qu'ils avaient négligées. Elle n'avait été qu'une seule fois, mais dans ce voyage elle est revenue avec deux livres et un journal documentant les voyages de quelqu'un nommé 'Rella' pendant qu'elle errait de village en village, échangeant et combattant les démons errants. Ces trois lectures se sont révélées intéressantes.
Quand Eden se demande d'où vient Adam, elle ramène toute son attention à leur conversation. "Je suis curieux de cela aussi," elle chante dedans, "vous n'avez jamais dit d'où vous venez. Évidemment, vous n'êtes pas d'ici, mais je ne pensais pas qu'il y avait de vrais règlements à moins de 50 miles environ. Je veux dire, je n'en suis pas sûr, mais c'est ce que j'ai entendu." Elle s'incline la tête sur le côté d'une manière curieux, ses yeux étudiant Adam avec une véritable curiosité. | NAME
born ariel lin, but has been called sparrow her entire life
AGE
somewhere in her late teens, likely eighteen or nineteen
BREED
entirely human
PERSONALITY
-charismatic -naive
-idealistic -obsessive
-forgiving -passionate
BIOGRAPHY
Oddly enough, Sparrow had a fairly normal childhood. Well, as normal of a childhood as she could have while growing up in the apocalypse. Her parents were loving, patient, and kind, and while she was raised within the confines of a small home in the middle of nowhere, she was a happy child. Her grandfather had built the small home where she was raised in the middle of the woods, hoping to make it a safe place for future generations, and so it was, until the attacks started happening. Her grandparents had long since passed, and Sparrow was somewhere around ten when the first attack happened. The demons took her mother and left young Sparrow with her father. The heartbroken two left their home in search of a safe place. A sanctuary.
They joined the residents of Sanctuary and have been with them ever since. Sparrow's father took the job of a guard, and once old enough Sparrow started working in the kitchens.
MISC.
-sparrow is way too trusting and likes to think there is good in everyone |
53,434 | 1,457 | 27 | 919 | 248 | Adam était heureux d'avoir Sparrow assis à côté de lui, plus près qu'elle ne l'avait été auparavant. Encore une fois, un sentiment s'est manifesté. C'était différent cette fois. En face de ce qu'il ressentait à propos d'Eden. Plus joyeux, et épanouissant. Et puis, tout a changé.
Ils demandaient d'où il venait, ce qui était probablement une question normale et humaine à poser. Il ne savait pas comment réagir. Il devait le faire. Ils sauront ce qu'il était, et tout cela s'effacerait si vite. La "vie humaine normale" qu'il voulait serait impossible d'avoir.
"Je n'ai jamais vraiment eu de maison", a commencé Adam en regardant ses mains. Il jouait avec eux sur ses genoux et les apportait à la table, où il continuait à jouer avec eux. « Nous nous déplaçions toujours, nous ne nous arrêtions jamais vraiment. Mes parents..." Il a trébuché une seconde. Ils ont probablement pensé qu'il était émotif à ce sujet, alors qu'il se souvenait vraiment de la façon dont il les avait tués. Il n'arrêtait pas de raconter son histoire de nulle part. C'est à ça qu'il devrait s'en tenir si on lui demandait encore une fois. "Mon père m'a dit quand j'étais plus âgé que ma mère était morte en me donnant naissance, donc je ne l'ai jamais vraiment connue. Mon père, cependant..." il s'est enfui et s'est arrêté comme s'il ne voulait pas en parler. Il s'est ébranlé la tête. "De toute façon, Sparrow, j'ai fini de manger." | The Sanctuary
"Haha! Ha...haha...no, I-I'm human! Just like you!"
Street Food
Name
061001 - Adam Willius
Age
Unknown, seems in late teens/early twenties
Breed
Demon
Gender
Male
Description
In his human form, Adam stands at 5'7" with light brown hair and lovely green eyes. His skin in this form is a nice pale.
In his demon form, Adam stands at 6'3" with white strands of hair and crimson red eyes. His skin in this form is ghostly white. He has scales coming out of his back where his spine is, and claws on the ends of his hands.
Personality
While he appears human, Adam is very kind and passionate about protecting others. He appears especially attractive and innocent. While human, Adam is loving and listens very well. He seems like the perfect nice person. He is silly, and everything a shy and innocent person would be.
However, when he is in his demon form he is the opposite. He is cruel, terrible, and terrifying. He'll protect those who he deems worthy of protecting, but he is mostly uncontrollable and chaotic while in this mode. He's unpredictable.
Backstory
The demons were getting smarter. More clever. They wanted a way to create more of themselves that looked human. So they did. They took what was needed to create a demon, and placed it into the body of a human. The result was Adam.
But Adam was a failure. He didn't want to hurt the humans, he wanted to protect them. He felt...emotions. He was lucky he had his demon form, and he fought his demon parents off. Killed them, and then set out on his own. Did he want...closure? A home? A family? Being a human is confusing. After finding a few and (secretly) learning from them, he's gotten the hang of it. Now, he's one his way to The Sanctuary. He just hopes they don't murder him.
Misc
-In human form, he carries two daggers made from his parent's bones
-Adam finds humans interesting, so if he's to be with one romantically he doesn't care their sex |
53,435 | 1,457 | 28 | 1,295 | 125 | Je suis désolé pour tes parents, Adam. Sparrow se déplace pour prendre sa main, dans l'intention de le rassurer ou d'offrir un peu de confort, mais les arrêts et se replie à nouveau les mains dans ses genoux. "J'ai perdu ma mère quand j'étais plus jeune aussi. C'est pour ça que mon père et moi sommes venus ici." L'humeur à la table semblait s'assombrir, et avec elle son sourire diminue et tombe, son visage devenant plutôt plat et sans émotion. "Je n'ai peut-être pas peur de ce qui se trouve au-delà de nos murs, mais il est difficile de nier que c'est plus sûr ici."
Sparrow s'efforce d'ébranler son humeur moins qu'agréable et de se mettre dans un état d'esprit plus heureux. "Mais de toute façon, dehors peut être amusant. L'intérieur est plus sûr, oui, mais l'extérieur est là où se trouvent toutes les aventures! » Elle sourit à Adam et fait ensuite face à Eden. "J'ai entendu dire qu'ils faisaient du ragoût pour le déjeuner, mais j'ai mis de côté un tas de rouleaux aussi, oh et j'ai entendu quelque chose au sujet de faire des tartes de dîner..." elle traînait hors de la phrase et des sourires. "Nous allons partir avant que quelqu'un ne revienne à la cuisine, mais c'était sympa de parler avec vous, Eden. Bonne journée au travail!"
Le moineau se tient. Pendant un bref moment, elle envisage d'étendre une main vers Adam, mais pense mieux au geste et sourit simplement. "Prêt à partir? Il y a quelques choses que je veux vous montrer avant de partir, et je dois m'arrêter près de ma chambre pour mon manteau avant que nous allions aussi. » | NAME
born ariel lin, but has been called sparrow her entire life
AGE
somewhere in her late teens, likely eighteen or nineteen
BREED
entirely human
PERSONALITY
-charismatic -naive
-idealistic -obsessive
-forgiving -passionate
BIOGRAPHY
Oddly enough, Sparrow had a fairly normal childhood. Well, as normal of a childhood as she could have while growing up in the apocalypse. Her parents were loving, patient, and kind, and while she was raised within the confines of a small home in the middle of nowhere, she was a happy child. Her grandfather had built the small home where she was raised in the middle of the woods, hoping to make it a safe place for future generations, and so it was, until the attacks started happening. Her grandparents had long since passed, and Sparrow was somewhere around ten when the first attack happened. The demons took her mother and left young Sparrow with her father. The heartbroken two left their home in search of a safe place. A sanctuary.
They joined the residents of Sanctuary and have been with them ever since. Sparrow's father took the job of a guard, and once old enough Sparrow started working in the kitchens.
MISC.
-sparrow is way too trusting and likes to think there is good in everyone |
53,436 | 1,457 | 29 | 1,316 | 226 | Brielle sourit beaucoup alors qu'il produisait des patates douces, elles étaient vraiment sa nourriture de confort dans ce monde post-apocalyptique. Elle les a vite attrapés, et les a placés dans sa sacoche, « Merci, Lucile... tu n'es pas trop terrible... » Elle a plaisanté, souriant chaleureusement à lui. Brielle a déplacé son poids sur sa jambe droite, traversant de nouveau ses bras - "Vous savez..." Elle a mordu sa lèvre inférieure en hésitant, c'était clairement une habitude qu'elle a pris qui a indiqué qu'elle pensait, "Et si je vous emmenais à la salle à manger? Ça ne me dérangerait pas un petit-déjeuner... les laisser pour le dîner". Elle a piqué le côté de sa cartable où elle venait de placer les pommes de terre. Brielle a fait de son mieux pour être une "bonne" personne, mais avec beaucoup d'actes qu'elle a vus (comme l'attitude féroce de Derricks), elle n'était pas sûre qu'il en restait dans le monde. Mis à part les petits actes de gentillesse qu'elle a rencontrés ici au Sanctuaire. L'un des « semi-sangs de traite bien, nous ne savons pas quelles horreurs ils ont vécus » discours s'est jeté dans son esprit. Elle a malheureusement frappé un cordon, et elle s'est trouvée plus rationnelle autour d'eux au lieu d'agir avec émotion.
-- Ici, suivez-moi... dit Brielle, marchant jusqu'à l'ouverture géante qui menait à la Montagne. Alors qu'elle regardait Lucile, ses yeux ont pris un visage inconnu dans la foule. Cheveux noirs, un visage mince, elle a levé un sourcil et l'a rasé. Deux gardes étaient de chaque côté qui lui ont fait signe alors qu'elle leur faisait signe. Elle s'est assurée que Lucile était près de son côté en entrant, pour insinuer qu'il était avec elle. Elle l'a conduit dans un long couloir de caverne - qui avait quelques couloirs sur chaque côté avant qu'il ne s'ouvre dans le hall de rassemblement. C'est là que le roi s'est adressé au village, ce n'était rien de spécial. Un cercle géant et caverneux. Il y avait aussi des mendiants et des magasins. Elle l'a emmené à l'Est, et il n'a pas fallu longtemps pour qu'ils entrent dans une autre grande salle ouverte. L'odeur de la nourriture chaude, et les bruits de la petite conversation confortable sonnaient dans ses oreilles. Elle a conduit Lucile à une table avec un peu de nourriture et a finalement parlé après l'avoir conduit à travers le Sanctuaire "Grab ce que vous voulez..." Elle a fait un geste, elle a attrapé un muffin, et quelques pommes. Ses yeux scannaient les tables, hurlant et souriant à certains des gens. Ses yeux reposaient alors sur la personne qu'elle voulait voir depuis la rencontre à la porte, Eden.
"Eden!" Elle s'est excusée, et a marché rapidement vers le groupe, "Hey Sparrow" Brielle a hurlé son nom, "Bonjour, espère que vous avez tous bien dormi". Brielle tourna son attention vers Eden, "Uhm..." elle riait un peu et griffait l'arrière de sa tête "Tu veux bien travailler avec moi sur des techniques à portée rapprochée?" Brielle détestait demander de l'aide - quelque chose d'étrange de fierté, mais elle a aussi juste dépassé ses limites un peu à la porte. Une anxiété l'a comblée qui lui a fait se demander si elle n'aurait jamais combattu un de ces simplestonnes. « Chaque fois que vous êtes libre bien sûr... de préférence bientôt. » Son périphérique a attrapé le site de l'âge du garçon Sparrow à côté d'elle, elle a soulevé un sourcil « Es-tu nouveau ici? » Elle se penchait vers lui, quelque chose lui suscitait de l'intérêt. | Name: Ysran Stormreach. He doesn't really know his name, so he just threw a few things together.
Age: Around late 20's
Breed: Human. However, demonic exposure has transformed his ears. Many think he is a half-breed.
Personality: Could be described as "Neutral Evil," He isn't explicitly evil, as in, he won't burn down buildings or terrorize people, but in the pursuit of knowledge and power, no price is to great to pay, even if it means resorting to things others may find "Evil"
Equipment: Ysran carries a pack of ritual materials and demonic texts. He also carries a Machete.
Bio: Ysran, or at least that's what he's gone to calling himself now, was a very smart child. He learned to read from his parents, and how to survive out in the wilderness. Because that's where he lived. He lived with a group of humans who were just trying to survive. Yet in his 15th year his entire tribe was destroyed by the demons.
A normal human would have ran, but Ysran was... Fascinated. He stared on, half terrified, half in wonder, as everyone was slaughtered. Yet when a rather human-like demon appeared to finish him, he asked to learn from them. The demons took a great interest in him. A human who would willingly work with them in the pursuit of knowledge. Surprisingly, they accepted his offer.
Forming a pact with them, he would be granted knowledge and demonic power, in exchange for information on how humans lived. How did they interact with each other? How did they make their weapons? The same way they did? These particular set of demons wanted to know, and were willing to offer power. Ysran accepted, and began to slowly return info to the group. He was then told of a place called "Sanctuary". A large congregation of humans? Perfect. He could learn much. He set out, seeking to know what awaits him.
Ysran was granted a small list of spell-like abilities:
A ball of dark energy capable of delivering quite a bit of force, about enough to go through a door. Against living targets, this can knock people down, and it terms of damage, it would take 2-3 to kill a normal person as the darkness burns like a strong acid. You're basically being hit with a bowling ball made of acid.
Attracts all manner of fish and sometimes other aquatic creatures to a singular point. The range can vary from a few inches to several feet.
A zombie-like minion is summoned to do Ysran's bidding. It can follow simple commands such as "Hold this" or "Go there". If told to, the Shambler will follow another person's commands until told otherwise by Ysran. It prioritizes Ysran's commands first. here's a pic.
A fish (or other aquatic creature) is summoned much like a Shambler. These can be anything from a goldfish, to a Great White Shark. However the general rule is, the bigger the creature, the shorter time it has before it is unsummoned. This can be delayed, but requires great concentration from Ysran.
Creates a layer of Scale-like armor around the skin. It doesn't turn your skin into scales,it just created a layer of them on top of the skin. Greater Fishscales is stronger, but normal Fishscales can be cast on others.
Can heal most wounds, poisons, and some diseases. This spell however costs quite a bit of mana, and spell casting time can take a while.
Fills an opponent's lungs with water, drowning them. However first, Ysran must mentally overcome his opponent. The spell also takes a moment to cast, and only lasts as long as Ysran concentrates.
Ysran sends forth a black smokescreen, and all that see within are shown monstrous, disgusting versions of their worst fears come to life. This usually makes people run away, or cower in fear.
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Name
Eden Brown
Age
21
Species
Human
Gender
Male
Description
Eden has a long and lean frame and stands at a height of 6'1 when standing up straight, but he has a very heavy tendency to slouch which makes him appear an inch or so shorter. He has dark brown dreadlocks that he wears in two styles, down or in a nice ponytail. He has brown eyes, a pale complexion and is generally considered very average in appearance.
Personality
Eden is a humble soul who enjoys bringing smiles to all. He is very loyal to those he has formed relationships with and will go the extra mile to ensure that they are well cared for. He is fairly educated and is somewhat of a genius when it comes to attempting to decipher what old world artifacts wouldve previously been, as long as it isnt too complicated.
Bio
Eden never really got the chance to know his parents like many other children did. What is known of them and their time in sanctuary is very little. As far as he knows his mother and father were travelers who wandered the world not knowing who to trust or where they could stay for long. Unlike many orphans who lost their parents to demons, Eden's parents abandoned him during early infancy at entrance to Sanctuary. And from there he was raised among the people of Sanctuary as if they were his own family. For a long while, many speculated that Eden's mother and father had been demons in disguise sent pretend to be a couple in need looking for a place to stay for the night, and had left Eden as some sort of trap. However, as Eden grew over time and showed no signs of being a demon this theory soon disappeared.
When Eden came of age to finally put his effort into the community he wanted to return what the residents had done for him. So he decided to take up the work as a teenager to watch over the younger children and teach them, and after a few years when he became an adult, he was selected to be one of the few trainers for the children. Now he lives his days out helping those in need, he is always willing to take on jobs that aren't his own if it means to return a favor.
Secrets
-Wears the only trinket his mother and father left him with, a necklace with a strange crystal on it.
-He enjoys poking around for things related to the past, more specifically anything music related.
-Spends most of his time at night singing alone somewhere where not many can hear him.
-The Sanctuary
"Haha! Ha...haha...no, I-I'm human! Just like you!"
Street Food
Name
061001 - Adam Willius
Age
Unknown, seems in late teens/early twenties
Breed
Demon
Gender
Male
Description
In his human form, Adam stands at 5'7" with light brown hair and lovely green eyes. His skin in this form is a nice pale.
In his demon form, Adam stands at 6'3" with white strands of hair and crimson red eyes. His skin in this form is ghostly white.
Personality
While he appears human, Adam is very kind and passionate about protecting others. He appears especially attractive and innocent. While human, Adam is loving and listens very well. He seems like the perfect nice person. He is silly, and everything a shy and innocent person would be.
However, when he is in his demon form he is the opposite. He is cruel, terrible, and terrifying. He'll protect those who he deems worthy of protecting, but he is mostly uncontrollable and chaotic while in this mode. He's unpredictable.
Backstory
The demons were getting smarter. More clever. They wanted a way to create more of themselves that looked human. So they did. They took what was needed to create a demon, and placed it into the body of a human. The result was Adam.
But Adam was a failure. He didn't want to hurt the humans, he wanted to protect them. He felt...emotions. He was lucky he had his demon form, and he fought his demon parents off. Killed them, and then set out on his own. Did he want...closure? A home? A family? Being a human is confusing. After finding a few and (secretly) learning from them, he's gotten the hang of it. Now, he's one his way to The Sanctuary. He just hopes they don't murder him.
Misc
-In human form, he carries two daggers made from his parent's bones
-Adam finds humans interesting, so if he's to be with one romantically he doesn't care their sex
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NAME
born ariel lin, but has been called sparrow her entire life
AGE
somewhere in her late teens, likely eighteen or nineteen
BREED
entirely human
PERSONALITY
-charismatic -naive
-idealistic -obsessive
-forgiving -passionate
BIOGRAPHY
Oddly enough, Sparrow had a fairly normal childhood. Well, as normal of a childhood as she could have while growing up in the apocalypse. Her parents were loving, patient, and kind, and while she was raised within the confines of a small home in the middle of nowhere, she was a happy child. Her grandfather had built the small home where she was raised in the middle of the woods, hoping to make it a safe place for future generations, and so it was, until the attacks started happening. Her grandparents had long since passed, and Sparrow was somewhere around ten when the first attack happened. The demons took her mother and left young Sparrow with her father. The heartbroken two left their home in search of a safe place. A sanctuary.
They joined the residents of Sanctuary and have been with them ever since. Sparrow's father took the job of a guard, and once old enough Sparrow started working in the kitchens.
MISC.
-sparrow is way too trusting and likes to think there is good in everyone
- Name - Luciel K. Lumiere
Age - Appears early 20s
Breed - Halfbreed (Fiend bloodline)
Luciel stands at 5'10 with thick shoulder-length blonde hair and hazel eyes. Clean and smooth complexion save for freckles. Luciel sports four horns as well as the start of branching antlers, these are kept loosely bound with long strips of cloth which hold an array of symbols and Latin phrases painted in blood. The phrases depict a wide variety of prayers, though the symbols meld together like their own shapeless language which many suspect is demonic script.
Wide pupils constrict vertically into cat-like slits rather than simply narrowing, and reverse in reaction to darkness. Ironically, Luciel is far from a fan of bright light for this reason as it steals color from his vision in return for exceptional sight in low light settings.
Luciel speaks with as little mouth movement, accentuated upper and lower K9 fangs only hinting to the vicious maw behind them. With elastic properties to his facial skin around his double-jointed jaw, the rows of teeth continue another inch back. A bite from Luciel would be equally as horrifying as painful.
Lastly, slender fingers are armored especially around the tips with pale claws. The real oddity is how clean and filed they're kept, leaving them smooth and blunt to the touch...though they have a nasty habit of rapid growth back to razor sharpness if not tended to as religiously as Luciel keeps them.
In a slightly androgynous way, Luciel could be considered beautiful if the eye is willing to look past their monstrous features.
Luciel prefers an attire that resembles cloth, though is silken smooth. Form fitting though humble in its color resembling dried blood with his hues of faded crimson and charcoal black. The shawl worn over the suit holds an addition resembling a collar of burnt silver with a similar fastener linked to a ring around his shoulders.
The suit, itself has no pockets and the lower section integrates built in boots with flat 2-inch boot heels. It's unclear how this attire is put on or taken off, though the silver collar appears to be independent of the ensemble.
The quiet type, Luciel keeps to himself as he is wholly aware of what he is mostly out of fear of humans. This could be considered a predisposition, though his understanding nature reflects the notion to instead paint the situation as an unwillingness to unnerve humans with his appearance...and behavior.
Somewhere in the wasteland, Luciel found what some know as 'God', and his faith pulled him back from the sadistically feral blood that burns in his veins. Indefatigable purpose, empathy and a goal to aid the ailing currently staves off the monster that screams to maul humans and devour their flesh at every given second of every day. Because of this, his worship is obscenely odd and involves acts akin to the live sacrifice of animals, prayer/meditation, dancing in the moonlight (rarely naked) and 'sealing' (entering a trance to scribe the script into strips of cloth which adorn his horns and antlers).
Getting past his quirks, Luciel is a fan of company, though is a man of few words or facial emotions but is eager to serve human guests. His sense of humor can be seen as inappropriate or dark at times, but he means well and simply hasn't had much interaction with humans.
However, his greatest flaw is a vow of pacifism which some would see as his most honorable quality; an unconditional refusal to take life. Though he is far more than capable of defending himself and others with his qualities that separate him from humanity, the idea of drawing blood and being lost to bloodlust is a risk he refuses to take.
The events leading up to Luciel's birth are detailed in ways that have no business being recalled in text. A young woman bore the child of a horrific demon, a process that killed her in the process, leaving her older brother in possession of an abomination that spat in the face of God and Man. However, the small monster was still the last shred of family he had left. Whether it was this realization or simply beholding the unholy bridge between mankind and demons, he was driven into what the rest of his tribe described as madness. While he was ordered by the elders to dash the monster upon rocks and be done with the nightmare, he resisted and foolishly fled with everything his arms could carry, his or not.
My father was a good man. He taught me about the world and how we were the children of the earth and were born to live in fear. How to hunt in spite of my protest, how to harvest crops from the unbroken world...how to hide. I was great at hiding. We would play games where I would hide in the forest for days and father couldn't find me! It was in the woods where I truly learned how to play hide-and-seek with the beasts. Many ran from me, but the biggest one!
The biggest one had horns higher than I could reach! It had three eyes and fangs as big as my arms with HUGE claws! It was so cool! It roared so loud it shook the trees and my own shriek barely made the grass quiver, though that was probably the wind. I wanted it to make the sound again, to stay and tell me what else it knew...but it just...left.
It was years later that I realized how they all leave...
My father was my uncle, some madman who abandoned me in the woods time and time again to be eaten by the beasts who instigated my life. I learned this from an old man wandering the wastes when he found me over my uncle's corpse. Knife still in his hand and slashes across his arms and throat. The old man seemed to know him. More surprisingly, he knew me, told me how I was the child of the devil who killed dozens of those he loved. After an old word used to name the monster, the old man named me 'Luciel' before handing me a silver crucifix, saying that it would protect me.
Truly, he did not care what became of me, or even himself from the look in his eyes. He simply lost too much to have a handle on his old life. I followed him for a distance with everything my arms could carry and whatever I could fit in uncle's backpack in spite of his shouts to leave him be or what books he threw at me.
I...just didn't want to be alone. Even if it meant being at a distance and hated.
Weeks in, the man relented and taught me of the books he carried, the hope in the pages and its message for mankind and the mankind within me. He told me the truth of the world, and each syllable made me hate the man who had lied to me, stole me from my home and abandoned me in the woods countless times.
The old man also taught me about forgiveness...and gratitude. Without the evil and sacrifice of one man, I would have been dead before my eyes even opened. Regardless of the decade that followed and my life before, the few weeks I spent with the old man made me feel a part of something, as though I belonged.
Shouting matches with beasts, my first kill to protect the man...I understood prayer and it saved me from what I had almost become. I never wanted to be lost to the madness that left me in fits of manic hysteria like some rabid animal. I learned that believing in something had more power than what the true 'nothing' could actually provide. So after my trials and seeing the man disappear into the waterfall of sanctuary from afar, the old questions stung for only the moment it took for me to swallow and steal my resolve and begin building a shelter.
Do I believe in God?
No.
Humans are their own gods. Monsters only have demons.
And I made my choice of which one I wanted to be.
The Fiend blood that runs through Luciel gave him an innate skill in dark magic, though through conviction and faith, the darkness was bent across its own spectrum of physical manipulation, giving birth to light magic. This light magic has few but powerful spells focused on mending and protecting.
While Luciel wields these 'miracles', he is well aware of their origins. Demons bent the material plane to exact fear and devastation upon mankind in ways he seeks to undo through the base spell's understanding.
Luciel's most powerful and frequently casted spell. The translation roughly comes out as 'Loom'.
The intent is to stitch organic matter back together by binding wounds with seemingly golden threads and imbuing flesh with radiant energy which forces the body to quickly heal wounds at speeds that can be visibly observed. Though the whole casting may take anywhere from a few seconds to a minute depending on the severity of the wound, this spell has the capability to mend bone and knit muscle together to the extent of potentially reattaching severed limbs.
- This spell will not restore blood loss.
- Only good for one wound at a time and requires both hands and concentration.
- Can be used to mitigate damage from poison by forcing the victim's body to heal through the poison's effect until it is worked out of the body, naturally. This process can take a long time and is anything but pleasant.
- Therapy from the spell can ease back pain and arthritis brought about by aging, but cannot cure cancer or other diseases that have reemerged and now limit the human life span.
A more diverse form of 'Repth' that is less focused, though the general nature grants surprising benefits. Translated as 'Inspire'.
The expelled energy finds its way into nearby targets in a burst to swiftly boost metabolism with the buffer of magic, granting a significant hike to stamina, endurance and strength. While a side effect enhances the body's natural healing process, this is hardly enough to matter in the heat of combat.
- Good for moral as it temporarily sates fatigue.
- Requires both hands to channel and for targets to remain within 30ft for full effect.
- Doesn't so much bolster strength as it does allow fighters to put everything into every swing with little recovery.
A self-defense spell which vaguely translates to 'Burden'.
While will and spirit can carry a heart as far as legs wish, the spell is the closest to the darkness that Luciel dares to venture. The spell causes natural acids to build up in muscles at an alarming rate by hindering muscle's metabolism rates. The effect quickly tires victims and subjects them to cramps from continued strenuous activity such as running or fighting. The spell cannot be made fatal, and its result heavily depends on the actions of the afflicted.
- Can be cast with one hand, allowing two targets at once.
- Accumulation of amino acids in muscles cause targets to tire 5-10 times as fast. This does not target the heart or lungs but simply persists through concentration until canceled or the target collapses from their muscles simply failing to hold them up any longer.
- Luciel takes no pleasure in the use of the spell, and it is used mainly in self defense to dissuade pursuers or attackers.
- Highly ineffective against ranged attackers who simply need to pull and release a bowstring.
- Highly effective against attackers who need to get close with heavy armor and weapons.
- Spell cannot be focused with both hands to increase the effect. The spell magically limits a bodily function, not reverse it.
- Cancelling the spell in any way restores targets to the strength they had if normal exertion was factored in...though cramps can still hurt.
- Hearty targets can resist the effect for longer.
- Will probably just piss off greater demons.
Misc
- Usually ignored by some demons such as Fiends which he has a...strange...understanding with, even though they're regarded as one of the more vicious and merciless of beasts.
-Unarmed save for a blunt dagger he uses to harvest wild produce as well as an 'ancient' silver crucifix passed down in his family...and tough antlers, horns, an array of sharp teeth and claws (assuming he lets them grow).
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AGE
37
BREED
Human
PERSONALITY
-dark -manipulative
-idealistic -obsessive
-righteous -relentless
BIOGRAPHY
He grew up on the northern monastery of the Golden Claws. It is a post apocalyptic human settlement which guards the human occupied lands of the south from northern demonic invasions. For years, since the demons stopped their invasion, there was quiet. All they had to take care of was the occasional demon which tried to pass the border or attempted to pass as a civilian. So you can't really blame them for being unprepared and overwhelmed when a sudden demon attack obliterated the whole monastery. Everyone was killed. Young and old, master and student, no one was spared from the slaughter. They could easily defend against battalions of demon foot soldiers but the thing that attacked them, that monstrosity was never seen before and the fact that it sprung up from the ground, like it was buried there for centuries and had just awoken didn't make the defending any easier.
Numenor was the only one to survive. Now his mission is to travel south, informing any and every settlement along the way of what is to come. They have to know, they have to prepare for the hell fire that is to come...
MISC. |
53,437 | 1,457 | 30 | 2,663 | 35 | Oh Adam, tu n'as pas à aller plus loin, je n'ai jamais vraiment connu mes parents non plus. Il dirait d'essayer d'arrêter Adam avant qu'il ne devienne trop émotif. Il cherchait alors à entendre une voix famailar.
Ses yeux se fermaient avec Brielle alors qu'elle se dirigeait vers elle et il la salue joyeusement avec un câlin. Il s'occuperait d'elle pour répondre à sa question.
Eh bien, aujourd'hui, j'allais enseigner aux enfants une partie de la flore et de la faune locales, mais si tu voulais, je pourrais t'emmener travailler avec moi bientôt. Peut-être pourrions-nous passer en revue quelques choses là-bas? Il serait bon pour les enfants aussi bien de voir certaines choses montrées. A moins que tu préfères quelque chose de plus centré autour de nous deux entraînements? C'est ton choix."
Il lui sourit en lui donnant un sourire denté, l'une de ses longues cadenas épaisses serait accrochée d'une manière odieuse au centre de son visage. | Name
Eden Brown
Age
21
Species
Human
Gender
Male
Description
Eden has a long and lean frame and stands at a height of 6'1 when standing up straight, but he has a very heavy tendency to slouch which makes him appear an inch or so shorter. He has dark brown dreadlocks that he wears in two styles, down or in a nice ponytail. He has brown eyes, a pale complexion and is generally considered very average in appearance.
Personality
Eden is a humble soul who enjoys bringing smiles to all. He is very loyal to those he has formed relationships with and will go the extra mile to ensure that they are well cared for. He is fairly educated and is somewhat of a genius when it comes to attempting to decipher what old world artifacts wouldve previously been, as long as it isnt too complicated.
Bio
Eden never really got the chance to know his parents like many other children did. What is known of them and their time in sanctuary is very little. As far as he knows his mother and father were travelers who wandered the world not knowing who to trust or where they could stay for long. Unlike many orphans who lost their parents to demons, Eden's parents abandoned him during early infancy at entrance to Sanctuary. And from there he was raised among the people of Sanctuary as if they were his own family. For a long while, many speculated that Eden's mother and father had been demons in disguise sent pretend to be a couple in need looking for a place to stay for the night, and had left Eden as some sort of trap. However, as Eden grew over time and showed no signs of being a demon this theory soon disappeared.
When Eden came of age to finally put his effort into the community he wanted to return what the residents had done for him. So he decided to take up the work as a teenager to watch over the younger children and teach them, and after a few years when he became an adult, he was selected to be one of the few trainers for the children. Now he lives his days out helping those in need, he is always willing to take on jobs that aren't his own if it means to return a favor.
Secrets
-Wears the only trinket his mother and father left him with, a necklace with a strange crystal on it.
-He enjoys poking around for things related to the past, more specifically anything music related.
-Spends most of his time at night singing alone somewhere where not many can hear him. |
53,438 | 1,457 | 31 | 1,415 | 573 | Ysran pouvait entendre une petite commotion de près de l'entrée alors qu'il errait dans les rues. Il écoutait autant qu'il le pouvait. D'après ce qu'il a pu rassembler, c'était un appel social. Parfait. Cela lui donnerait probablement des informations dont il a grand besoin. Il a décidé de suivre et d'observer.
Ils ont commencé à parler de leur nourriture. Hm. C'est un peu étrange de parler. Peut-être qu'il était un étranger comme lui et que cette nourriture lui était nouvelle? Ça n'avait pas d'importance en ce moment. Il est temps de continuer à écouter.
Une autre personne les avait bientôt rejoints. Il n'entendait pas tout à fait leurs noms. Mais avec un peu de chance, soit il le découvrirait bientôt, soit ça n'aurait pas d'importance. La nouvelle personne a commencé à retirer une sorte de nourriture. Des Yams? Sûrement. Il a aussi tenu les mains. Un geste de genre? Peut-être.
Ils ont parlé des origines de l'un d'eux. C'est de ça qu'ils parleraient quand ils rencontreraient une nouvelle personne? C'est assez raisonnable. Peu de temps après, ils ont fini de manger, et se sont levés. Il est temps de suivre.
L'un d'eux l'a regardé directement. Il a donné une vague rapide, et a commencé à regarder vers le bas dans une tentative de désengagement. On dirait que ça a marché. Il a continué à les suivre. | Name: Ysran Stormreach. He doesn't really know his name, so he just threw a few things together.
Age: Around late 20's
Breed: Human. However, demonic exposure has transformed his ears. Many think he is a half-breed.
Personality: Could be described as "Neutral Evil," He isn't explicitly evil, as in, he won't burn down buildings or terrorize people, but in the pursuit of knowledge and power, no price is to great to pay, even if it means resorting to things others may find "Evil"
Equipment: Ysran carries a pack of ritual materials and demonic texts. He also carries a Machete.
Bio: Ysran, or at least that's what he's gone to calling himself now, was a very smart child. He learned to read from his parents, and how to survive out in the wilderness. Because that's where he lived. He lived with a group of humans who were just trying to survive. Yet in his 15th year his entire tribe was destroyed by the demons.
A normal human would have ran, but Ysran was... Fascinated. He stared on, half terrified, half in wonder, as everyone was slaughtered. Yet when a rather human-like demon appeared to finish him, he asked to learn from them. The demons took a great interest in him. A human who would willingly work with them in the pursuit of knowledge. Surprisingly, they accepted his offer.
Forming a pact with them, he would be granted knowledge and demonic power, in exchange for information on how humans lived. How did they interact with each other? How did they make their weapons? The same way they did? These particular set of demons wanted to know, and were willing to offer power. Ysran accepted, and began to slowly return info to the group. He was then told of a place called "Sanctuary". A large congregation of humans? Perfect. He could learn much. He set out, seeking to know what awaits him.
Ysran was granted a small list of spell-like abilities:
A ball of dark energy capable of delivering quite a bit of force, about enough to go through a door. Against living targets, this can knock people down, and it terms of damage, it would take 2-3 to kill a normal person as the darkness burns like a strong acid. You're basically being hit with a bowling ball made of acid.
Attracts all manner of fish and sometimes other aquatic creatures to a singular point. The range can vary from a few inches to several feet.
A zombie-like minion is summoned to do Ysran's bidding. It can follow simple commands such as "Hold this" or "Go there". If told to, the Shambler will follow another person's commands until told otherwise by Ysran. It prioritizes Ysran's commands first. here's a pic.
A fish (or other aquatic creature) is summoned much like a Shambler. These can be anything from a goldfish, to a Great White Shark. However the general rule is, the bigger the creature, the shorter time it has before it is unsummoned. This can be delayed, but requires great concentration from Ysran.
Creates a layer of Scale-like armor around the skin. It doesn't turn your skin into scales,it just created a layer of them on top of the skin. Greater Fishscales is stronger, but normal Fishscales can be cast on others.
Can heal most wounds, poisons, and some diseases. This spell however costs quite a bit of mana, and spell casting time can take a while.
Fills an opponent's lungs with water, drowning them. However first, Ysran must mentally overcome his opponent. The spell also takes a moment to cast, and only lasts as long as Ysran concentrates.
Ysran sends forth a black smokescreen, and all that see within are shown monstrous, disgusting versions of their worst fears come to life. This usually makes people run away, or cower in fear. |
53,439 | 1,457 | 32 | 986 | 1,735 | Luciel ne fit aucun commentaire puisque Brielle prit les ignames, lui ayant offert de prendre son choix plutôt que de les prendre toutes. C'était si peu important, puisqu'elle l'avait déjà tellement aidé qu'elle méritait un peu plus, de toute façon. Pour finir la blague, il a sciemment répondu, "Essayez de ne pas le mentionner, j'ai une réputation à maintenir" avec un petit sifflement d'un chanfrein, langue fourchue brièvement clignotant entre ses dents. À peine avait - il encore une fois accouché de la meute que l'on lui avait proposé d'aller à la salle à manger. Le muet était ravi par l'idée de la nourriture, bien que, comme il était conduit dans les rues, les foules l'ébranlaient. Il a pris le temps d'ajuster à nouveau la tête de l'ours pour rendre le déguisement aussi convaincant que possible. La pensée a traversé son esprit de la suspicion qu'il semblerait si quelqu'un effectivement pris sur, bien qu'il n'imaginait pas que c'était une si grande préoccupation tant qu'il avait une escorte.
Il fallait l'admettre, la ville n'était certainement pas ce qu'il attendait. Cavernes et structures construites à l'intérieur d'elle ont donné une petite torsion à sa propre vue de vivre dans une grotte. Monstres et hommes, ce genre de stipulation était pour la plupart perdu à cause de son admiration. Plus que jamais, il a suivi avec prudence Brielle tout en prenant dans le décor maintenant qu'il était dans le ventre de la bête.
Même en entrant dans le mess, il était nerveux avec le volume des humains et leurs conversations. Paranoïa l'a pris avec le moindre regard, certain qu'il serait chassé ou pire à tout moment. La peur accrocheuse avait étouffé l'instinct inné de tuer, à tel point qu'il n'avait pas réalisé où il était conduit jusqu'à ce que Brielle ait fait un geste à la table des confiseries dont elle a pris quelques articles avant de se rendre à un groupe. Ils n'étaient certainement pas son genre de personnes, surtout avec la joie et l'amitié qu'ils étaient les uns avec les autres.
Au lieu de se tenir à côté de la table, Luciel a suivi l'ensemble, mais s'est arrêté juste après avoir saisi une plaque de bois. Une seconde main tendue se rétracta pour toucher momentanément l'argent de son collier tout en chuchotant rapidement : « Bénissez-nous, seigneur, cette grâce et la charité de son fournisseur. »
Doucement, il a choisi une tranche de jambon, un muffin, une pomme... ce qui n'était pas ce qu'il pouvait subvenir à ses besoins. Alors que le sinus de lapin et le sang de chèvre étaient aussi savoureux dans un ragoût ou cru, les soins qui ont été mis dans la préparation des produits de boulangerie et le bétail était un luxe qui était impossible simplement de passer.
Possédé avec autant qu'il l'oserait, la question des sièges s'est présentée. Luciel a estimé que suivre Brielle était probablement l'option raisonnable, car assis seul pouvait être fait n'importe où, et les gens semblaient savoir qui elle était assez bien pour la respecter. 'Amis' étant un concept étranger, et le respect étant le plus proche suivant, 'Eden', comme Brielle s'est adressé à lui, semblait assez agréable. Parmi les autres, Luciel ne pouvait pas être sûr, mais a emmené sa collection avec lui pour également s'approcher du groupe.
Awkwardly, il les a accueillis avec un petit arc avant de prendre place sur le banc en face de Brielle. "Bonjour" dit-il après un moment de fixer l'assiette, essayant de décider par où commencer. En prenant la pomme du haut, il a maintenu sa tête basse, en utilisant le capot de l'ours pour cacher ses yeux qui étaient probablement aiguisés de la nervosité à ce moment.
Un drôle de sens saignait à travers ses sens. C'était un parfum étrangement familier qu'il ne pouvait pas poser son doigt. Levant la tête seulement assez pour regarder Adam, Luciel reniflait avant de grignoter légèrement le fruit avec ses dents avant. Il a raisonné que quel que soit le sentiment, il ne pouvait certainement pas être plus loin de ses affaires. Alors que le sang des humains lui appelait avec toute sa puanteur haineuse, il semblait presque creux, comme s'il n'était même pas là sauf pour une légère douceur qui était difficile à expliquer. Encore une fois, pas son problème, peu importe ce que cela pourrait signifier.
"Mlle Brielle me fait visiter la ville?" Luciel a expliqué, en regardant Brielle pour confirmation. | Name - Luciel K. Lumiere
Age - Appears early 20s (Likely late 20s)
Breed - Halfbreed (Fiend bloodline)
Luciel stands at 5'10 with thick shoulder-length blonde hair and hazel eyes. Clean and smooth complexion save for freckles. Luciel sports four horns as well as the start of branching antlers, these are kept loosely bound with long strips of cloth which hold an array of symbols and Latin phrases painted in blood. The phrases depict a wide variety of prayers, though the symbols meld together like their own shapeless language which many suspect is demonic script.
Wide pupils constrict vertically into cat-like slits rather than simply narrowing, and reverse in reaction to darkness. Ironically, Luciel is far from a fan of bright light for this reason as it steals color from his vision in return for exceptional sight in low light settings.
Luciel speaks with as little mouth movement, accentuated upper and lower K9 fangs only hinting to the vicious maw behind them. With elastic properties to his facial skin around his double-jointed jaw, the rows of teeth continue another inch back. A bite from Luciel would be equally as horrifying as painful.
Lastly, slender fingers are armored especially around the tips with pale claws. The real oddity is how clean and filed they're kept, leaving them smooth and blunt to the touch...though they have a nasty habit of rapid growth back to razor sharpness if not tended to as religiously as Luciel keeps them.
In a slightly androgynous way, Luciel could be considered beautiful if the eye is willing to look past their monstrous features.
Luciel prefers an attire that resembles cloth, though is silken smooth. Form fitting though humble in its color resembling dried blood with his hues of faded crimson and charcoal black. The shawl worn over the suit holds an addition resembling a collar of burnt silver with a similar fastener linked to a ring around his shoulders.
The suit, itself has no pockets and the lower section integrates built in boots with flat 2-inch boot heels. It's unclear how this attire is put on or taken off, though the silver collar appears to be independent of the ensemble.
The quiet type, Luciel keeps to himself as he is wholly aware of what he is mostly out of fear of humans. This could be considered a predisposition, though his understanding nature reflects the notion to instead paint the situation as an unwillingness to unnerve humans with his appearance...and behavior.
Somewhere in the wasteland, Luciel found what some know as 'God', and his faith pulled him back from the sadistically feral blood that burns in his veins. Indefatigable purpose, empathy and a goal to aid the ailing currently staves off the monster that screams to maul humans and devour their flesh at every given second of every day. Because of this, his worship is obscenely odd and involves acts akin to the live sacrifice of animals, prayer/meditation, dancing in the moonlight (rarely naked) and 'sealing' (entering a trance to scribe the script into strips of cloth which adorn his horns and antlers).
Getting past his quirks, Luciel is a fan of company, though is a man of few words or facial emotions but is eager to serve human guests. His sense of humor can be seen as inappropriate or dark at times, but he means well and simply hasn't had much interaction with humans.
However, his greatest flaw is a vow of pacifism which some would see as his most honorable quality; an unconditional refusal to take life. Though he is far more than capable of defending himself and others with his qualities that separate him from humanity, the idea of drawing blood and being lost to bloodlust is a risk he refuses to take.
The events leading up to Luciel's birth are detailed in ways that have no business being recalled in text. A young woman bore the child of a horrific demon, a process that killed her in the process, leaving her older brother in possession of an abomination that spat in the face of God and Man. However, the small monster was still the last shred of family he had left. Whether it was this realization or simply beholding the unholy bridge between mankind and demons, he was driven into what the rest of his tribe described as madness. While he was ordered by the elders to dash the monster upon rocks and be done with the nightmare, he resisted and foolishly fled with everything his arms could carry, his or not.
My father was a good man. He taught me about the world and how we were the children of the earth and were born to live in fear. How to hunt in spite of my protest, how to harvest crops from the unbroken world...how to hide. I was great at hiding. We would play games where I would hide in the forest for days and father couldn't find me! It was in the woods where I truly learned how to play hide-and-seek with the beasts. Many ran from me, but the biggest one!
The biggest one had horns higher than I could reach! It had three eyes and fangs as big as my arms with HUGE claws! It was so cool! It roared so loud it shook the trees and my own shriek barely made the grass quiver, though that was probably the wind. I wanted it to make the sound again, to stay and tell me what else it knew...but it just...left.
It was years later that I realized how they all leave...
My father was my uncle, some madman who abandoned me in the woods time and time again to be eaten by the beasts who instigated my life. I learned this from an old man wandering the wastes when he found me over my uncle's corpse. Knife still in his hand and slashes across his arms and throat. The old man seemed to know him. More surprisingly, he knew me, told me how I was the child of the devil who killed dozens of those he loved. After an old word used to name the monster, the old man named me 'Luciel' before handing me a silver crucifix, saying that it would protect me.
Truly, he did not care what became of me, or even himself from the look in his eyes. He simply lost too much to have a handle on his old life. I followed him for a distance with everything my arms could carry and whatever I could fit in uncle's backpack in spite of his shouts to leave him be or what books he threw at me.
I...just didn't want to be alone. Even if it meant being at a distance and hated.
Weeks in, the man relented and taught me of the books he carried, the hope in the pages and its message for mankind and the mankind within me. He told me the truth of the world, and each syllable made me hate the man who had lied to me, stole me from my home and abandoned me in the woods countless times.
The old man also taught me about forgiveness...and gratitude. Without the evil and sacrifice of one man, I would have been dead before my eyes even opened. Regardless of the decade that followed and my life before, the few weeks I spent with the old man made me feel a part of something, as though I belonged.
Shouting matches with beasts, my first kill to protect the man...I understood prayer and it saved me from what I had almost become. I never wanted to be lost to the madness that left me in fits of manic hysteria like some rabid animal. I learned that believing in something had more power than what the true 'nothing' could actually provide. So after my trials and seeing the man disappear into the waterfall of sanctuary from afar, the old questions stung for only the moment it took for me to swallow and steal my resolve and begin building a shelter.
Do I believe in God?
No.
Humans are their own gods. Monsters only have demons.
And I made my choice of which one I wanted to be.
The Fiend blood that runs through Luciel gave him an innate skill in dark magic, though through conviction and faith, the darkness was bent across its own spectrum of physical manipulation, giving birth to light magic. This light magic has few but powerful spells focused on mending and protecting.
While Luciel wields these 'miracles', he is well aware of their origins. Demons bent the material plane to exact fear and devastation upon mankind in ways he seeks to undo through the base spell's understanding.
Luciel's most powerful and frequently casted spell. The translation roughly comes out as 'Loom'.
The intent is to stitch organic matter back together by binding wounds with seemingly golden threads and imbuing flesh with radiant energy which forces the body to quickly heal wounds at speeds that can be visibly observed. Though the whole casting may take anywhere from a few seconds to a minute depending on the severity of the wound, this spell has the capability to mend bone and knit muscle together to the extent of potentially reattaching severed limbs.
- This spell will not restore blood loss.
- Only good for one wound at a time and requires both hands and concentration.
- Can be used to mitigate damage from poison by forcing the victim's body to heal through the poison's effect until it is worked out of the body, naturally. This process can take a long time and is anything but pleasant.
- Therapy from the spell can ease back pain and arthritis brought about by aging, but cannot cure cancer or other diseases that have reemerged and now limit the human life span.
A more diverse form of 'Repth' that is less focused, though the general nature grants surprising benefits. Translated as 'Inspire'.
The expelled energy finds its way into nearby targets in a burst to swiftly boost metabolism with the buffer of magic, granting a significant hike to stamina, endurance and strength. While a side effect enhances the body's natural healing process, this is hardly enough to matter in the heat of combat.
- Good for moral as it temporarily sates fatigue.
- Requires both hands to channel and for targets to remain within 30ft for full effect.
- Doesn't so much bolster strength as it does allow fighters to put everything into every swing with little recovery.
A self-defense spell which vaguely translates to 'Burden'.
While will and spirit can carry a heart as far as legs wish, the spell is the closest to the darkness that Luciel dares to venture. The spell causes natural acids to build up in muscles at an alarming rate by hindering muscle's metabolism rates. The effect quickly tires victims and subjects them to cramps from continued strenuous activity such as running or fighting. The spell cannot be made fatal, and its result heavily depends on the actions of the afflicted.
- Can be cast with one hand, allowing two targets at once.
- Accumulation of amino acids in muscles cause targets to tire 5-10 times as fast. This does not target the heart or lungs but simply persists through concentration until canceled or the target collapses from their muscles simply failing to hold them up any longer.
- Luciel takes no pleasure in the use of the spell, and it is used mainly in self defense to dissuade pursuers or attackers.
- Highly ineffective against ranged attackers who simply need to pull and release a bowstring.
- Highly effective against attackers who need to get close with heavy armor and weapons.
- Spell cannot be focused with both hands to increase the effect. The spell magically stops a bodily function, not reverse it.
- Hearty targets can resist the effect for longer.
- Will probably just piss off greater demons.
Misc
- Usually ignored by some demons such as Fiends which he has a...strange...understanding with, even though they're regarded as one of the more vicious and merciless of beasts.
-Unarmed save for a blunt dagger he uses to harvest wild produce as well as an 'ancient' silver crucifix passed down in his family...and tough antlers, horns, an array of sharp teeth and claws (assuming he lets them grow). |
53,440 | 1,457 | 33 | 919 | 248 | "J'ai perdu ma mère quand j'étais plus jeune aussi. C'est pour ça que mon père et moi sommes venus ici." Adam se sentait mal lui mentir, mais qu'y avait-il d'autre à faire? Il ne pouvait pas juste leur dire qu'il était une expérience démoniaque et ils seraient tous d'accord avec ça. Pendant que Sparrow se tenait, elle semblait hésiter un moment. Est-ce qu'elle était sur lui? Il a laissé un souffle qu'il n'avait pas réalisé qu'il tenait.
"Prêt à partir? Il y a quelques choses que je veux vous montrer avant de partir, et je dois m'arrêter près de ma chambre pour mon manteau avant que nous allions aussi. »
Adam a hurlé, prêt à partir. Avant qu'ils puissent partir, d'autres sont entrés. Une femme, qui semblait s'intéresser à lui, lui demanda s'il était nouveau ici. Il a fait un clin d'œil. L'autre était un homme, qui le regardait de façon suspecte. Il était temps de sortir avec Sparrow.
"Laissez le chemin, petit oiseau", lui dit-il joyeusement, heureux qu'il ait trouvé ce surnom. C'est ce que les humains ont fait avec leurs amis, non? J'ai inventé des surnoms comme moyen d'être plus proche? | The Sanctuary
"Haha! Ha...haha...no, I-I'm human! Just like you!"
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Name
061001 - Adam Willius
Age
Unknown, seems in late teens/early twenties
Breed
Demon
Gender
Male
Description
In his human form, Adam stands at 5'7" with light brown hair and lovely green eyes. His skin in this form is a nice pale.
In his demon form, Adam stands at 6'3" with white strands of hair and crimson red eyes. His skin in this form is ghostly white. He has scales coming out of his back where his spine is, and claws on the ends of his hands.
Personality
While he appears human, Adam is very kind and passionate about protecting others. He appears especially attractive and innocent. While human, Adam is loving and listens very well. He seems like the perfect nice person. He is silly, and everything a shy and innocent person would be.
However, when he is in his demon form he is the opposite. He is cruel, terrible, and terrifying. He'll protect those who he deems worthy of protecting, but he is mostly uncontrollable and chaotic while in this mode. He's unpredictable.
Backstory
The demons were getting smarter. More clever. They wanted a way to create more of themselves that looked human. So they did. They took what was needed to create a demon, and placed it into the body of a human. The result was Adam.
But Adam was a failure. He didn't want to hurt the humans, he wanted to protect them. He felt...emotions. He was lucky he had his demon form, and he fought his demon parents off. Killed them, and then set out on his own. Did he want...closure? A home? A family? Being a human is confusing. After finding a few and (secretly) learning from them, he's gotten the hang of it. Now, he's one his way to The Sanctuary. He just hopes they don't murder him.
Misc
-In human form, he carries two daggers made from his parent's bones
-Adam finds humans interesting, so if he's to be with one romantically he doesn't care their sex |
53,441 | 1,457 | 34 | 1,295 | 125 | Le garçon avec Brielle semblait un peu... bizarre. Le moineau l'a rasé. Sans doute en train de se réchauffer sous cet ours, elle muse, riant intérieurement à elle-même avant de rendre son attention à Adam, qui semblait soudain beaucoup plus intéressé à partir. Son corps avait l'air plus raide; sur le bord tout à la fois. "Prends le chemin, petit oiseau." Ses paroles poussent un autre rire de Sparrow, qui jette ses cheveux sur son épaule et regarde dans les yeux d'Adam. Cette fois, elle n'hésite pas et prend simplement sa main, la tenant à la légère et le conduisant vers la sortie de la salle à manger. De son autre main, elle porte la plaque vide d'Adam, la plaçant dans l'une des boîtes en bois profondes près de la sortie. Le plat glisse dans l'eau savonneuse noire et s'installe sur le reste des assiettes vides.
"C'était un plaisir de vous voir tous. Nous serons de retour dans un moment. Si quelqu'un me demande d'être... malade. Oui. Je serai dans ma chambre toute la journée." Des clins d'oeil au groupe encore près de la table, faisant semblant de tousser avant de disparaître de la salle à manger avec Adam. Le couloir à l'extérieur de la salle à manger était éclairé par des bougies le long du mur, près du plafond. De son coin de l'œil, Sparrow regarde son compagnon. Le bavardage de la salle à manger s'estompe au fur et à mesure qu'ils marchent. Elle prend un petit escalier qui les conduit plus profondément dans la montagne. « Les chambres de tout le monde sont en bas », explique-t-elle alors qu'elles passent une poignée de portes fermées. "Mon père et moi dormons ici." Le moineau s'arrête et pousse en ouvrant une porte bleue profonde. La peinture commençait à peler, mais elle semblait encore plus gaie que beaucoup des portes brunes profondes. À l'intérieur, elle marche jusqu'au placard et tire une cape pas beaucoup plus longtemps que sa robe de longueur de genou, et riche vert forêt de couleur. Elle tire ses bras de son cardigan bleu clair et l'accroche de nouveau avant d'envelopper sa cape autour de ses épaules et de fixer le fermoir orné sur le devant pour l'empêcher de glisser. "C'est bien mieux," elle mute, plus pour elle-même que pour n'importe qui d'autre. Avant de partir, elle saisit également une longueur de ruban brun de sa table de chevet, l'utilisant pour attacher ses vagues blondes et les garder hors de ses yeux.
Elle se tourne vers Adam quand elle finit. "Si tu veux, je peux te montrer le réservoir, mais c'est la seule autre chose qui soit ici. À l'étage se trouvent la salle à manger et la cuisine, que vous avez vue, et le terrain d'entraînement, les salles de classe, les salles de garde, les salles d'approvisionnement, la salle de rassemblement principale, et les chambres du roi et de la reine. Je peux vous montrer tous sauf ces deux derniers avant de partir, ou je peux vous montrer autour quand nous reviendrons, c'est à vous de décider." Le moineau sourit, excité de passer plus de temps avec Adam. Malgré ces deux rencontres, elle avait l'impression qu'elles allaient s'entendre merveilleusement, puis encore une fois elle s'est sentie comme ça à propos de la plupart des gens. Trop confiant. Son père a juré que ça lui ferait plus d'ennuis qu'elle n'en valait la peine, mais Sparrow n'a jamais changé d'avis. Tant qu'elle se souvint qu'il lui avait été prouvé que si vous donniez aux gens l'occasion de prouver qu'ils étaient dignes de confiance, ils vous prouveraient le plus souvent qu'ils avaient raison. | NAME
born ariel lin, but has been called sparrow her entire life
AGE
somewhere in her late teens, likely eighteen or nineteen
BREED
entirely human
PERSONALITY
-charismatic -naive
-idealistic -obsessive
-forgiving -passionate
BIOGRAPHY
Oddly enough, Sparrow had a fairly normal childhood. Well, as normal of a childhood as she could have while growing up in the apocalypse. Her parents were loving, patient, and kind, and while she was raised within the confines of a small home in the middle of nowhere, she was a happy child. Her grandfather had built the small home where she was raised in the middle of the woods, hoping to make it a safe place for future generations, and so it was, until the attacks started happening. Her grandparents had long since passed, and Sparrow was somewhere around ten when the first attack happened. The demons took her mother and left young Sparrow with her father. The heartbroken two left their home in search of a safe place. A sanctuary.
They joined the residents of Sanctuary and have been with them ever since. Sparrow's father took the job of a guard, and once old enough Sparrow started working in the kitchens.
MISC.
-sparrow is way too trusting and likes to think there is good in everyone |
53,442 | 1,457 | 35 | 919 | 248 | Adam regarda Sparrow en gigotant et en flippant ses cheveux, et il se trouva avec un petit sourire sur son visage. Pourquoi? Un rire contagieux, peut-être? Quand elle l'a regardé, directement à ses yeux, il avait peur qu'elle puisse voir le monstre en lui. Mais il savait qu'il avait tort en prenant sa main. Il était doux, mais pas terriblement doux, contre sa propre peau. Son sourire grandit et son cœur sauta. C'était normal? Est-ce que son corps allait bien? Elle l'a emmené loin, en se retournant et en parlant aux autres pour s'assurer qu'ils la couvriraient.
Alors qu'ils traversaient le hall, Adam regarda les murs. C'était soigné, cette forteresse de l'humanité. Il a trouvé incroyable comment un moment les humains se combattraient l'un contre l'autre et l'autre, ils travailleraient ensemble contre un autre ennemi.
Sparrow ouvrit une porte bleue, et Adam la suivit. Il regarda autour de lui, se hantant en réponse quand elle lui dit que c'est là qu'elle et son père sont restés.
Adam a regardé quand elle a mis une cape verte profonde et attaché ses cheveux. Il a aimé la façon dont toute la couleur était ensemble dans un seul endroit, tout attaché. Elle semblait plus à l'aise dans sa cape. Encore une fois, il s'est retrouvé en souriant. Était-ce normal pour un humain?
"Si tu veux, je peux te montrer le réservoir, mais c'est la seule autre chose qui soit ici. À l'étage se trouvent la salle à manger et la cuisine, que vous avez vue, et le terrain d'entraînement, les salles de classe, les salles de garde, les salles d'approvisionnement, la salle de rassemblement principale, et les chambres du roi et de la reine. Je peux vous montrer tous sauf ces deux derniers avant de partir, ou je peux vous montrer autour quand nous reviendrons, c'est à vous de décider."
"Qu'en est-il de notre retour?" Adam a suggéré bien qu'il ne se soucie pas vraiment de l'un d'eux. Il voulait juste passer plus de temps avec cette fille. Elle l'a intrigué, à plusieurs niveaux différents. | The Sanctuary
"Haha! Ha...haha...no, I-I'm human! Just like you!"
Street Food
Name
061001 - Adam Willius
Age
Unknown, seems in late teens/early twenties
Breed
Demon
Gender
Male
Description
In his human form, Adam stands at 5'7" with light brown hair and lovely green eyes. His skin in this form is a nice pale.
In his demon form, Adam stands at 6'3" with white strands of hair and crimson red eyes. His skin in this form is ghostly white. He has scales coming out of his back where his spine is, and claws on the ends of his hands.
Personality
While he appears human, Adam is very kind and passionate about protecting others. He appears especially attractive and innocent. While human, Adam is loving and listens very well. He seems like the perfect nice person. He is silly, and everything a shy and innocent person would be.
However, when he is in his demon form he is the opposite. He is cruel, terrible, and terrifying. He'll protect those who he deems worthy of protecting, but he is mostly uncontrollable and chaotic while in this mode. He's unpredictable.
Backstory
The demons were getting smarter. More clever. They wanted a way to create more of themselves that looked human. So they did. They took what was needed to create a demon, and placed it into the body of a human. The result was Adam.
But Adam was a failure. He didn't want to hurt the humans, he wanted to protect them. He felt...emotions. He was lucky he had his demon form, and he fought his demon parents off. Killed them, and then set out on his own. Did he want...closure? A home? A family? Being a human is confusing. After finding a few and (secretly) learning from them, he's gotten the hang of it. Now, he's one his way to The Sanctuary. He just hopes they don't murder him.
Misc
-In human form, he carries two daggers made from his parent's bones
-Adam finds humans interesting, so if he's to be with one romantically he doesn't care their sex |
53,443 | 1,457 | 36 | 1,316 | 226 | Brielle reçut ouvertement les câlins d'Edens, et s'attacha chaleureusement à l'homme familier. Ils ont fait la classe ensemble quand ils étaient plus jeunes, se liant immédiatement parce qu'ils étaient orphelins à un jeune âge. "Je pensais un sur un, mais n'importe quoi pour les jeunes...: avez-vous quelqu'un qui vous accompagne plus tard dans les forêts en cas d'une course?" Brielle s'assit près de Lucile, son corps face à Eden en parlant. Elle a toujours apprécié sa compagnie, une personne qu'elle s'est sentie proche aussi après de nombreuses années. Brielle riait alors que le dreadlock errant s'était posé au centre de son visage - "Vouliez-vous juste les maintenir? Ils ont l'air plus longs de nos jours », a-t-elle déclaré, en référence à ses glorieuses serrures.
Alors qu'Adam a hurlé en réponse à sa question, Brielle s'est effondrée dans un rire sur la déclaration de Sparrows brisant son regard intriguié d'Adam "c'est bon, j'étais censé chasser... donc je ne dirai pas si vous ne le faites pas", elle a glissé légèrement, ses joues bouffant. Brielle repoussa les yeux sur Adam, tandis que lui et Sparrow s'éloignaient rapidement, quelque chose dans son intestin était assis à droite. Elle a brisé une partie du muffin fraîchement cuit, en lui pavanant un morceau dans la bouche. C'était une délicieuse gâterie - un humour satisfait suivi.
"Oh oui, Eden - ce Lucile il est un mu-- la moitié race... Je l'ai escorté aujourd'hui pour quelques métiers" elle a regardé Lucile qui la regardait pour la confirmation de leur situation. C'était un spectacle unique de voir Brielle être si gentille à un métis. Non pas qu'elle ait jamais été derrick statut, elle avait juste tendance à éviter même d'être autour d'eux. Peu importe la gentillesse, le fait que le sang du démon l'a beaucoup perturbée. Donc, elle a toujours refusé les emplois d'escorte, si possible. "Si vous avez du temps avant la classe - vous pouvez venir avec nous pour qu'il puisse échanger contre une truelle, et puis je vais rejoindre votre classe pour la journée". | Name: Ysran Stormreach. He doesn't really know his name, so he just threw a few things together.
Age: Around late 20's
Breed: Human. However, demonic exposure has transformed his ears. Many think he is a half-breed.
Personality: Could be described as "Neutral Evil," He isn't explicitly evil, as in, he won't burn down buildings or terrorize people, but in the pursuit of knowledge and power, no price is to great to pay, even if it means resorting to things others may find "Evil"
Equipment: Ysran carries a pack of ritual materials and demonic texts. He also carries a Machete.
Bio: Ysran, or at least that's what he's gone to calling himself now, was a very smart child. He learned to read from his parents, and how to survive out in the wilderness. Because that's where he lived. He lived with a group of humans who were just trying to survive. Yet in his 15th year his entire tribe was destroyed by the demons.
A normal human would have ran, but Ysran was... Fascinated. He stared on, half terrified, half in wonder, as everyone was slaughtered. Yet when a rather human-like demon appeared to finish him, he asked to learn from them. The demons took a great interest in him. A human who would willingly work with them in the pursuit of knowledge. Surprisingly, they accepted his offer.
Forming a pact with them, he would be granted knowledge and demonic power, in exchange for information on how humans lived. How did they interact with each other? How did they make their weapons? The same way they did? These particular set of demons wanted to know, and were willing to offer power. Ysran accepted, and began to slowly return info to the group. He was then told of a place called "Sanctuary". A large congregation of humans? Perfect. He could learn much. He set out, seeking to know what awaits him.
Ysran was granted a small list of spell-like abilities:
A ball of dark energy capable of delivering quite a bit of force, about enough to go through a door. Against living targets, this can knock people down, and it terms of damage, it would take 2-3 to kill a normal person as the darkness burns like a strong acid. You're basically being hit with a bowling ball made of acid.
Attracts all manner of fish and sometimes other aquatic creatures to a singular point. The range can vary from a few inches to several feet.
A zombie-like minion is summoned to do Ysran's bidding. It can follow simple commands such as "Hold this" or "Go there". If told to, the Shambler will follow another person's commands until told otherwise by Ysran. It prioritizes Ysran's commands first. here's a pic.
A fish (or other aquatic creature) is summoned much like a Shambler. These can be anything from a goldfish, to a Great White Shark. However the general rule is, the bigger the creature, the shorter time it has before it is unsummoned. This can be delayed, but requires great concentration from Ysran.
Creates a layer of Scale-like armor around the skin. It doesn't turn your skin into scales,it just created a layer of them on top of the skin. Greater Fishscales is stronger, but normal Fishscales can be cast on others.
Can heal most wounds, poisons, and some diseases. This spell however costs quite a bit of mana, and spell casting time can take a while.
Fills an opponent's lungs with water, drowning them. However first, Ysran must mentally overcome his opponent. The spell also takes a moment to cast, and only lasts as long as Ysran concentrates.
Ysran sends forth a black smokescreen, and all that see within are shown monstrous, disgusting versions of their worst fears come to life. This usually makes people run away, or cower in fear.
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Name
Eden Brown
Age
21
Species
Human
Gender
Male
Description
Eden has a long and lean frame and stands at a height of 6'1 when standing up straight, but he has a very heavy tendency to slouch which makes him appear an inch or so shorter. He has dark brown dreadlocks that he wears in two styles, down or in a nice ponytail. He has brown eyes, a pale complexion and is generally considered very average in appearance.
Personality
Eden is a humble soul who enjoys bringing smiles to all. He is very loyal to those he has formed relationships with and will go the extra mile to ensure that they are well cared for. He is fairly educated and is somewhat of a genius when it comes to attempting to decipher what old world artifacts wouldve previously been, as long as it isnt too complicated.
Bio
Eden never really got the chance to know his parents like many other children did. What is known of them and their time in sanctuary is very little. As far as he knows his mother and father were travelers who wandered the world not knowing who to trust or where they could stay for long. Unlike many orphans who lost their parents to demons, Eden's parents abandoned him during early infancy at entrance to Sanctuary. And from there he was raised among the people of Sanctuary as if they were his own family. For a long while, many speculated that Eden's mother and father had been demons in disguise sent pretend to be a couple in need looking for a place to stay for the night, and had left Eden as some sort of trap. However, as Eden grew over time and showed no signs of being a demon this theory soon disappeared.
When Eden came of age to finally put his effort into the community he wanted to return what the residents had done for him. So he decided to take up the work as a teenager to watch over the younger children and teach them, and after a few years when he became an adult, he was selected to be one of the few trainers for the children. Now he lives his days out helping those in need, he is always willing to take on jobs that aren't his own if it means to return a favor.
Secrets
-Wears the only trinket his mother and father left him with, a necklace with a strange crystal on it.
-He enjoys poking around for things related to the past, more specifically anything music related.
-Spends most of his time at night singing alone somewhere where not many can hear him.
-The Sanctuary
"Haha! Ha...haha...no, I-I'm human! Just like you!"
Street Food
Name
061001 - Adam Willius
Age
Unknown, seems in late teens/early twenties
Breed
Demon
Gender
Male
Description
In his human form, Adam stands at 5'7" with light brown hair and lovely green eyes. His skin in this form is a nice pale.
In his demon form, Adam stands at 6'3" with white strands of hair and crimson red eyes. His skin in this form is ghostly white.
Personality
While he appears human, Adam is very kind and passionate about protecting others. He appears especially attractive and innocent. While human, Adam is loving and listens very well. He seems like the perfect nice person. He is silly, and everything a shy and innocent person would be.
However, when he is in his demon form he is the opposite. He is cruel, terrible, and terrifying. He'll protect those who he deems worthy of protecting, but he is mostly uncontrollable and chaotic while in this mode. He's unpredictable.
Backstory
The demons were getting smarter. More clever. They wanted a way to create more of themselves that looked human. So they did. They took what was needed to create a demon, and placed it into the body of a human. The result was Adam.
But Adam was a failure. He didn't want to hurt the humans, he wanted to protect them. He felt...emotions. He was lucky he had his demon form, and he fought his demon parents off. Killed them, and then set out on his own. Did he want...closure? A home? A family? Being a human is confusing. After finding a few and (secretly) learning from them, he's gotten the hang of it. Now, he's one his way to The Sanctuary. He just hopes they don't murder him.
Misc
-In human form, he carries two daggers made from his parent's bones
-Adam finds humans interesting, so if he's to be with one romantically he doesn't care their sex
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NAME
born ariel lin, but has been called sparrow her entire life
AGE
somewhere in her late teens, likely eighteen or nineteen
BREED
entirely human
PERSONALITY
-charismatic -naive
-idealistic -obsessive
-forgiving -passionate
BIOGRAPHY
Oddly enough, Sparrow had a fairly normal childhood. Well, as normal of a childhood as she could have while growing up in the apocalypse. Her parents were loving, patient, and kind, and while she was raised within the confines of a small home in the middle of nowhere, she was a happy child. Her grandfather had built the small home where she was raised in the middle of the woods, hoping to make it a safe place for future generations, and so it was, until the attacks started happening. Her grandparents had long since passed, and Sparrow was somewhere around ten when the first attack happened. The demons took her mother and left young Sparrow with her father. The heartbroken two left their home in search of a safe place. A sanctuary.
They joined the residents of Sanctuary and have been with them ever since. Sparrow's father took the job of a guard, and once old enough Sparrow started working in the kitchens.
MISC.
-sparrow is way too trusting and likes to think there is good in everyone
- Name - Luciel K. Lumiere
Age - Appears early 20s
Breed - Halfbreed (Fiend bloodline)
Luciel stands at 5'10 with thick shoulder-length blonde hair and hazel eyes. Clean and smooth complexion save for freckles. Luciel sports four horns as well as the start of branching antlers, these are kept loosely bound with long strips of cloth which hold an array of symbols and Latin phrases painted in blood. The phrases depict a wide variety of prayers, though the symbols meld together like their own shapeless language which many suspect is demonic script.
Wide pupils constrict vertically into cat-like slits rather than simply narrowing, and reverse in reaction to darkness. Ironically, Luciel is far from a fan of bright light for this reason as it steals color from his vision in return for exceptional sight in low light settings.
Luciel speaks with as little mouth movement, accentuated upper and lower K9 fangs only hinting to the vicious maw behind them. With elastic properties to his facial skin around his double-jointed jaw, the rows of teeth continue another inch back. A bite from Luciel would be equally as horrifying as painful.
Lastly, slender fingers are armored especially around the tips with pale claws. The real oddity is how clean and filed they're kept, leaving them smooth and blunt to the touch...though they have a nasty habit of rapid growth back to razor sharpness if not tended to as religiously as Luciel keeps them.
In a slightly androgynous way, Luciel could be considered beautiful if the eye is willing to look past their monstrous features.
Luciel prefers an attire that resembles cloth, though is silken smooth. Form fitting though humble in its color resembling dried blood with his hues of faded crimson and charcoal black. The shawl worn over the suit holds an addition resembling a collar of burnt silver with a similar fastener linked to a ring around his shoulders.
The suit, itself has no pockets and the lower section integrates built in boots with flat 2-inch boot heels. It's unclear how this attire is put on or taken off, though the silver collar appears to be independent of the ensemble.
The quiet type, Luciel keeps to himself as he is wholly aware of what he is mostly out of fear of humans. This could be considered a predisposition, though his understanding nature reflects the notion to instead paint the situation as an unwillingness to unnerve humans with his appearance...and behavior.
Somewhere in the wasteland, Luciel found what some know as 'God', and his faith pulled him back from the sadistically feral blood that burns in his veins. Indefatigable purpose, empathy and a goal to aid the ailing currently staves off the monster that screams to maul humans and devour their flesh at every given second of every day. Because of this, his worship is obscenely odd and involves acts akin to the live sacrifice of animals, prayer/meditation, dancing in the moonlight (rarely naked) and 'sealing' (entering a trance to scribe the script into strips of cloth which adorn his horns and antlers).
Getting past his quirks, Luciel is a fan of company, though is a man of few words or facial emotions but is eager to serve human guests. His sense of humor can be seen as inappropriate or dark at times, but he means well and simply hasn't had much interaction with humans.
However, his greatest flaw is a vow of pacifism which some would see as his most honorable quality; an unconditional refusal to take life. Though he is far more than capable of defending himself and others with his qualities that separate him from humanity, the idea of drawing blood and being lost to bloodlust is a risk he refuses to take.
The events leading up to Luciel's birth are detailed in ways that have no business being recalled in text. A young woman bore the child of a horrific demon, a process that killed her in the process, leaving her older brother in possession of an abomination that spat in the face of God and Man. However, the small monster was still the last shred of family he had left. Whether it was this realization or simply beholding the unholy bridge between mankind and demons, he was driven into what the rest of his tribe described as madness. While he was ordered by the elders to dash the monster upon rocks and be done with the nightmare, he resisted and foolishly fled with everything his arms could carry, his or not.
My father was a good man. He taught me about the world and how we were the children of the earth and were born to live in fear. How to hunt in spite of my protest, how to harvest crops from the unbroken world...how to hide. I was great at hiding. We would play games where I would hide in the forest for days and father couldn't find me! It was in the woods where I truly learned how to play hide-and-seek with the beasts. Many ran from me, but the biggest one!
The biggest one had horns higher than I could reach! It had three eyes and fangs as big as my arms with HUGE claws! It was so cool! It roared so loud it shook the trees and my own shriek barely made the grass quiver, though that was probably the wind. I wanted it to make the sound again, to stay and tell me what else it knew...but it just...left.
It was years later that I realized how they all leave...
My father was my uncle, some madman who abandoned me in the woods time and time again to be eaten by the beasts who instigated my life. I learned this from an old man wandering the wastes when he found me over my uncle's corpse. Knife still in his hand and slashes across his arms and throat. The old man seemed to know him. More surprisingly, he knew me, told me how I was the child of the devil who killed dozens of those he loved. After an old word used to name the monster, the old man named me 'Luciel' before handing me a silver crucifix, saying that it would protect me.
Truly, he did not care what became of me, or even himself from the look in his eyes. He simply lost too much to have a handle on his old life. I followed him for a distance with everything my arms could carry and whatever I could fit in uncle's backpack in spite of his shouts to leave him be or what books he threw at me.
I...just didn't want to be alone. Even if it meant being at a distance and hated.
Weeks in, the man relented and taught me of the books he carried, the hope in the pages and its message for mankind and the mankind within me. He told me the truth of the world, and each syllable made me hate the man who had lied to me, stole me from my home and abandoned me in the woods countless times.
The old man also taught me about forgiveness...and gratitude. Without the evil and sacrifice of one man, I would have been dead before my eyes even opened. Regardless of the decade that followed and my life before, the few weeks I spent with the old man made me feel a part of something, as though I belonged.
Shouting matches with beasts, my first kill to protect the man...I understood prayer and it saved me from what I had almost become. I never wanted to be lost to the madness that left me in fits of manic hysteria like some rabid animal. I learned that believing in something had more power than what the true 'nothing' could actually provide. So after my trials and seeing the man disappear into the waterfall of sanctuary from afar, the old questions stung for only the moment it took for me to swallow and steal my resolve and begin building a shelter.
Do I believe in God?
No.
Humans are their own gods. Monsters only have demons.
And I made my choice of which one I wanted to be.
The Fiend blood that runs through Luciel gave him an innate skill in dark magic, though through conviction and faith, the darkness was bent across its own spectrum of physical manipulation, giving birth to light magic. This light magic has few but powerful spells focused on mending and protecting.
While Luciel wields these 'miracles', he is well aware of their origins. Demons bent the material plane to exact fear and devastation upon mankind in ways he seeks to undo through the base spell's understanding.
Luciel's most powerful and frequently casted spell. The translation roughly comes out as 'Loom'.
The intent is to stitch organic matter back together by binding wounds with seemingly golden threads and imbuing flesh with radiant energy which forces the body to quickly heal wounds at speeds that can be visibly observed. Though the whole casting may take anywhere from a few seconds to a minute depending on the severity of the wound, this spell has the capability to mend bone and knit muscle together to the extent of potentially reattaching severed limbs.
- This spell will not restore blood loss.
- Only good for one wound at a time and requires both hands and concentration.
- Can be used to mitigate damage from poison by forcing the victim's body to heal through the poison's effect until it is worked out of the body, naturally. This process can take a long time and is anything but pleasant.
- Therapy from the spell can ease back pain and arthritis brought about by aging, but cannot cure cancer or other diseases that have reemerged and now limit the human life span.
A more diverse form of 'Repth' that is less focused, though the general nature grants surprising benefits. Translated as 'Inspire'.
The expelled energy finds its way into nearby targets in a burst to swiftly boost metabolism with the buffer of magic, granting a significant hike to stamina, endurance and strength. While a side effect enhances the body's natural healing process, this is hardly enough to matter in the heat of combat.
- Good for moral as it temporarily sates fatigue.
- Requires both hands to channel and for targets to remain within 30ft for full effect.
- Doesn't so much bolster strength as it does allow fighters to put everything into every swing with little recovery.
A self-defense spell which vaguely translates to 'Burden'.
While will and spirit can carry a heart as far as legs wish, the spell is the closest to the darkness that Luciel dares to venture. The spell causes natural acids to build up in muscles at an alarming rate by hindering muscle's metabolism rates. The effect quickly tires victims and subjects them to cramps from continued strenuous activity such as running or fighting. The spell cannot be made fatal, and its result heavily depends on the actions of the afflicted.
- Can be cast with one hand, allowing two targets at once.
- Accumulation of amino acids in muscles cause targets to tire 5-10 times as fast. This does not target the heart or lungs but simply persists through concentration until canceled or the target collapses from their muscles simply failing to hold them up any longer.
- Luciel takes no pleasure in the use of the spell, and it is used mainly in self defense to dissuade pursuers or attackers.
- Highly ineffective against ranged attackers who simply need to pull and release a bowstring.
- Highly effective against attackers who need to get close with heavy armor and weapons.
- Spell cannot be focused with both hands to increase the effect. The spell magically limits a bodily function, not reverse it.
- Cancelling the spell in any way restores targets to the strength they had if normal exertion was factored in...though cramps can still hurt.
- Hearty targets can resist the effect for longer.
- Will probably just piss off greater demons.
Misc
- Usually ignored by some demons such as Fiends which he has a...strange...understanding with, even though they're regarded as one of the more vicious and merciless of beasts.
-Unarmed save for a blunt dagger he uses to harvest wild produce as well as an 'ancient' silver crucifix passed down in his family...and tough antlers, horns, an array of sharp teeth and claws (assuming he lets them grow).
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AGE
37
BREED
Human
PERSONALITY
-dark -manipulative
-idealistic -obsessive
-righteous -relentless
BIOGRAPHY
He grew up on the northern monastery of the Golden Claws. It is a post apocalyptic human settlement which guards the human occupied lands of the south from northern demonic invasions. For years, since the demons stopped their invasion, there was quiet. All they had to take care of was the occasional demon which tried to pass the border or attempted to pass as a civilian. So you can't really blame them for being unprepared and overwhelmed when a sudden demon attack obliterated the whole monastery. Everyone was killed. Young and old, master and student, no one was spared from the slaughter. They could easily defend against battalions of demon foot soldiers but the thing that attacked them, that monstrosity was never seen before and the fact that it sprung up from the ground, like it was buried there for centuries and had just awoken didn't make the defending any easier.
Numenor was the only one to survive. Now his mission is to travel south, informing any and every settlement along the way of what is to come. They have to know, they have to prepare for the hell fire that is to come...
MISC. |
53,444 | 1,457 | 37 | 1,415 | 573 | Ysran a continué à suivre le petit groupe. Pourtant, il s'ennuyait de plus en plus. Il a décidé de les laisser être pour l'instant, les chances sont, ils seraient ici plus tard. L'entrée semblait être un bon endroit à observer. La marche en arrière était sans incident. Personne n'a rien fait d'extrême, ou hors de l'ordinaire. Au moins ces gens étaient sains d'esprit. Il avait rencontré des gens assez étranges de son temps. Démons inclus. Et ne le mettez même pas à l'aise avec les fiendes.
L'entrée était plus ou moins la même. Il faudrait qu'il continue d'observer. Jusqu'à présent, c'est la même chose. Beaucoup semblaient ignorer le reste, ou voyager par paires. Parfois un groupe très rare de trois ou quatre. Bien que vivant autour de tant d'autres humains, beaucoup semblaient être indépendants, du moins pour l'instant. Peut-être que la nuit, les choses changeront. | Name: Ysran Stormreach. He doesn't really know his name, so he just threw a few things together.
Age: Around late 20's
Breed: Human. However, demonic exposure has transformed his ears. Many think he is a half-breed.
Personality: Could be described as "Neutral Evil," He isn't explicitly evil, as in, he won't burn down buildings or terrorize people, but in the pursuit of knowledge and power, no price is to great to pay, even if it means resorting to things others may find "Evil"
Equipment: Ysran carries a pack of ritual materials and demonic texts. He also carries a Machete.
Bio: Ysran, or at least that's what he's gone to calling himself now, was a very smart child. He learned to read from his parents, and how to survive out in the wilderness. Because that's where he lived. He lived with a group of humans who were just trying to survive. Yet in his 15th year his entire tribe was destroyed by the demons.
A normal human would have ran, but Ysran was... Fascinated. He stared on, half terrified, half in wonder, as everyone was slaughtered. Yet when a rather human-like demon appeared to finish him, he asked to learn from them. The demons took a great interest in him. A human who would willingly work with them in the pursuit of knowledge. Surprisingly, they accepted his offer.
Forming a pact with them, he would be granted knowledge and demonic power, in exchange for information on how humans lived. How did they interact with each other? How did they make their weapons? The same way they did? These particular set of demons wanted to know, and were willing to offer power. Ysran accepted, and began to slowly return info to the group. He was then told of a place called "Sanctuary". A large congregation of humans? Perfect. He could learn much. He set out, seeking to know what awaits him.
Ysran was granted a small list of spell-like abilities:
A ball of dark energy capable of delivering quite a bit of force, about enough to go through a door. Against living targets, this can knock people down, and it terms of damage, it would take 2-3 to kill a normal person as the darkness burns like a strong acid. You're basically being hit with a bowling ball made of acid.
Attracts all manner of fish and sometimes other aquatic creatures to a singular point. The range can vary from a few inches to several feet.
A zombie-like minion is summoned to do Ysran's bidding. It can follow simple commands such as "Hold this" or "Go there". If told to, the Shambler will follow another person's commands until told otherwise by Ysran. It prioritizes Ysran's commands first. here's a pic.
A fish (or other aquatic creature) is summoned much like a Shambler. These can be anything from a goldfish, to a Great White Shark. However the general rule is, the bigger the creature, the shorter time it has before it is unsummoned. This can be delayed, but requires great concentration from Ysran.
Creates a layer of Scale-like armor around the skin. It doesn't turn your skin into scales,it just created a layer of them on top of the skin. Greater Fishscales is stronger, but normal Fishscales can be cast on others.
Can heal most wounds, poisons, and some diseases. This spell however costs quite a bit of mana, and spell casting time can take a while.
Fills an opponent's lungs with water, drowning them. However first, Ysran must mentally overcome his opponent. The spell also takes a moment to cast, and only lasts as long as Ysran concentrates.
Ysran sends forth a black smokescreen, and all that see within are shown monstrous, disgusting versions of their worst fears come to life. This usually makes people run away, or cower in fear. |
53,445 | 1,457 | 38 | 986 | 1,735 | La compagnie est partie, laissant son escorte et la personne qui avait été identifiée comme "Eden" seul à la table avec lui. Luciel avait pris les restrictions de la scène pour grignoter les nubs du fond de la pomme rouge mûre, bien que les mots de Brielle l'arrêtèrent dans la motion. Les dents se cliquent à travers la peau de la pomme alors qu'il lève la tête assez pour regarder à Eden avec des pupilles tranchées comme un chat, une tension autour des sourcils qui ressemblaient à de l'inquiétude et du choc. Un petit rétrécissement s'empara, la déception retournant à la surface, mais une réponse vint clarifier davantage la revendication de Brielle alors que la peau s'éloignait pour démêler la mare sadique qui poussait pour toujours au sourire. Une petite pop sonnait alors que la bouche de Luciel s'élargissait pour trancher un bon deux tiers de la pomme restante avec le noyau et tout. Quelques chompes grincantes ont effacé la pomme avant d'attraper le reste et de tirer la tige avant que le fruit ne rencontre le même sort. Gorieusement macérant la bouche, Luciel leva la main pour obscurcir la vue avec tact après qu'il sentit que le point était fait, remettant doucement la tige sur l'assiette et enlevant une petite section du jambon.
S'élançant fort, la bête a réussi le fruit avec facilité. "Luci-el," il a commencé, soulevant son autre main pour inhaler la viande et couvrir la scène avec son autre main dans le processus qu'il a mangé. Son commentaire visait à corriger la façon dont elle avait prononcé son nom, bien qu'il ait pensé que cela importait peu en se basant sur la façon dont elle semblait être en train d'éclater pour les occasions de l'appeler négativement. "Je dois à Mlle Brielle mon meilleur comportement pour m'avoir sauvé" a expliqué Luciel, avant d'élaborer sur la revendication "Les gardes à la porte ont cherché à me voler... encore une fois..."
Il est vrai que ce n'était pas son premier voyage dans la ville, mais seulement son premier où il a passé la périphérie. Derrick avait soutenu le métis comme un choix facile, et la nature subjective de Luciel l'a amené à supplier pour la miséricorde et le pardon plutôt que de donner au monstre humain ce qu'il voulait vraiment.
...et donc il a été parfois volé par dépit.
La seule différence était que Brielle était là et avait le pouvoir de dire "non" à Derrick... cette fois.
Peu importe si elle s'en souciait, c'était encore l'un des actes de bonté les plus significatifs que Luciel ait jamais reçus des humains, et il était détesté de l'oublier.
"Je ne serai pas d'ennuis. Un outil peut attendre... si vous permettez à mon public » Luciel poursuivit après un moment palpable, déplaçant les sacs de produits sur ses épaules pour dévorer discrètement le reste de la tranche de jambon. Encore une fois, les deux mains ont couvert le désordre qu'une langue fourchue a filé à travers les doigts pour éponger les jus épicés de la moyenne décadente.
Le muffin était quelque chose qu'il pouvait prendre avec lui et savourer, en particulier l'utilisation mignonne de baies suspendues dans la pâtisserie qu'il aimait tant par l'odeur, seul. | Name - Luciel K. Lumiere
Age - Appears early 20s (Likely late 20s)
Breed - Halfbreed (Fiend bloodline)
Luciel stands at 5'10 with thick shoulder-length blonde hair and hazel eyes. Clean and smooth complexion save for freckles. Luciel sports four horns as well as the start of branching antlers, these are kept loosely bound with long strips of cloth which hold an array of symbols and Latin phrases painted in blood. The phrases depict a wide variety of prayers, though the symbols meld together like their own shapeless language which many suspect is demonic script.
Wide pupils constrict vertically into cat-like slits rather than simply narrowing, and reverse in reaction to darkness. Ironically, Luciel is far from a fan of bright light for this reason as it steals color from his vision in return for exceptional sight in low light settings.
Luciel speaks with as little mouth movement, accentuated upper and lower K9 fangs only hinting to the vicious maw behind them. With elastic properties to his facial skin around his double-jointed jaw, the rows of teeth continue another inch back. A bite from Luciel would be equally as horrifying as painful.
Lastly, slender fingers are armored especially around the tips with pale claws. The real oddity is how clean and filed they're kept, leaving them smooth and blunt to the touch...though they have a nasty habit of rapid growth back to razor sharpness if not tended to as religiously as Luciel keeps them.
In a slightly androgynous way, Luciel could be considered beautiful if the eye is willing to look past their monstrous features.
Luciel prefers an attire that resembles cloth, though is silken smooth. Form fitting though humble in its color resembling dried blood with his hues of faded crimson and charcoal black. The shawl worn over the suit holds an addition resembling a collar of burnt silver with a similar fastener linked to a ring around his shoulders.
The suit, itself has no pockets and the lower section integrates built in boots with flat 2-inch boot heels. It's unclear how this attire is put on or taken off, though the silver collar appears to be independent of the ensemble.
The quiet type, Luciel keeps to himself as he is wholly aware of what he is mostly out of fear of humans. This could be considered a predisposition, though his understanding nature reflects the notion to instead paint the situation as an unwillingness to unnerve humans with his appearance...and behavior.
Somewhere in the wasteland, Luciel found what some know as 'God', and his faith pulled him back from the sadistically feral blood that burns in his veins. Indefatigable purpose, empathy and a goal to aid the ailing currently staves off the monster that screams to maul humans and devour their flesh at every given second of every day. Because of this, his worship is obscenely odd and involves acts akin to the live sacrifice of animals, prayer/meditation, dancing in the moonlight (rarely naked) and 'sealing' (entering a trance to scribe the script into strips of cloth which adorn his horns and antlers).
Getting past his quirks, Luciel is a fan of company, though is a man of few words or facial emotions but is eager to serve human guests. His sense of humor can be seen as inappropriate or dark at times, but he means well and simply hasn't had much interaction with humans.
However, his greatest flaw is a vow of pacifism which some would see as his most honorable quality; an unconditional refusal to take life. Though he is far more than capable of defending himself and others with his qualities that separate him from humanity, the idea of drawing blood and being lost to bloodlust is a risk he refuses to take.
The events leading up to Luciel's birth are detailed in ways that have no business being recalled in text. A young woman bore the child of a horrific demon, a process that killed her in the process, leaving her older brother in possession of an abomination that spat in the face of God and Man. However, the small monster was still the last shred of family he had left. Whether it was this realization or simply beholding the unholy bridge between mankind and demons, he was driven into what the rest of his tribe described as madness. While he was ordered by the elders to dash the monster upon rocks and be done with the nightmare, he resisted and foolishly fled with everything his arms could carry, his or not.
My father was a good man. He taught me about the world and how we were the children of the earth and were born to live in fear. How to hunt in spite of my protest, how to harvest crops from the unbroken world...how to hide. I was great at hiding. We would play games where I would hide in the forest for days and father couldn't find me! It was in the woods where I truly learned how to play hide-and-seek with the beasts. Many ran from me, but the biggest one!
The biggest one had horns higher than I could reach! It had three eyes and fangs as big as my arms with HUGE claws! It was so cool! It roared so loud it shook the trees and my own shriek barely made the grass quiver, though that was probably the wind. I wanted it to make the sound again, to stay and tell me what else it knew...but it just...left.
It was years later that I realized how they all leave...
My father was my uncle, some madman who abandoned me in the woods time and time again to be eaten by the beasts who instigated my life. I learned this from an old man wandering the wastes when he found me over my uncle's corpse. Knife still in his hand and slashes across his arms and throat. The old man seemed to know him. More surprisingly, he knew me, told me how I was the child of the devil who killed dozens of those he loved. After an old word used to name the monster, the old man named me 'Luciel' before handing me a silver crucifix, saying that it would protect me.
Truly, he did not care what became of me, or even himself from the look in his eyes. He simply lost too much to have a handle on his old life. I followed him for a distance with everything my arms could carry and whatever I could fit in uncle's backpack in spite of his shouts to leave him be or what books he threw at me.
I...just didn't want to be alone. Even if it meant being at a distance and hated.
Weeks in, the man relented and taught me of the books he carried, the hope in the pages and its message for mankind and the mankind within me. He told me the truth of the world, and each syllable made me hate the man who had lied to me, stole me from my home and abandoned me in the woods countless times.
The old man also taught me about forgiveness...and gratitude. Without the evil and sacrifice of one man, I would have been dead before my eyes even opened. Regardless of the decade that followed and my life before, the few weeks I spent with the old man made me feel a part of something, as though I belonged.
Shouting matches with beasts, my first kill to protect the man...I understood prayer and it saved me from what I had almost become. I never wanted to be lost to the madness that left me in fits of manic hysteria like some rabid animal. I learned that believing in something had more power than what the true 'nothing' could actually provide. So after my trials and seeing the man disappear into the waterfall of sanctuary from afar, the old questions stung for only the moment it took for me to swallow and steal my resolve and begin building a shelter.
Do I believe in God?
No.
Humans are their own gods. Monsters only have demons.
And I made my choice of which one I wanted to be.
The Fiend blood that runs through Luciel gave him an innate skill in dark magic, though through conviction and faith, the darkness was bent across its own spectrum of physical manipulation, giving birth to light magic. This light magic has few but powerful spells focused on mending and protecting.
While Luciel wields these 'miracles', he is well aware of their origins. Demons bent the material plane to exact fear and devastation upon mankind in ways he seeks to undo through the base spell's understanding.
Luciel's most powerful and frequently casted spell. The translation roughly comes out as 'Loom'.
The intent is to stitch organic matter back together by binding wounds with seemingly golden threads and imbuing flesh with radiant energy which forces the body to quickly heal wounds at speeds that can be visibly observed. Though the whole casting may take anywhere from a few seconds to a minute depending on the severity of the wound, this spell has the capability to mend bone and knit muscle together to the extent of potentially reattaching severed limbs.
- This spell will not restore blood loss.
- Only good for one wound at a time and requires both hands and concentration.
- Can be used to mitigate damage from poison by forcing the victim's body to heal through the poison's effect until it is worked out of the body, naturally. This process can take a long time and is anything but pleasant.
- Therapy from the spell can ease back pain and arthritis brought about by aging, but cannot cure cancer or other diseases that have reemerged and now limit the human life span.
A more diverse form of 'Repth' that is less focused, though the general nature grants surprising benefits. Translated as 'Inspire'.
The expelled energy finds its way into nearby targets in a burst to swiftly boost metabolism with the buffer of magic, granting a significant hike to stamina, endurance and strength. While a side effect enhances the body's natural healing process, this is hardly enough to matter in the heat of combat.
- Good for moral as it temporarily sates fatigue.
- Requires both hands to channel and for targets to remain within 30ft for full effect.
- Doesn't so much bolster strength as it does allow fighters to put everything into every swing with little recovery.
A self-defense spell which vaguely translates to 'Burden'.
While will and spirit can carry a heart as far as legs wish, the spell is the closest to the darkness that Luciel dares to venture. The spell causes natural acids to build up in muscles at an alarming rate by hindering muscle's metabolism rates. The effect quickly tires victims and subjects them to cramps from continued strenuous activity such as running or fighting. The spell cannot be made fatal, and its result heavily depends on the actions of the afflicted.
- Can be cast with one hand, allowing two targets at once.
- Accumulation of amino acids in muscles cause targets to tire 5-10 times as fast. This does not target the heart or lungs but simply persists through concentration until canceled or the target collapses from their muscles simply failing to hold them up any longer.
- Luciel takes no pleasure in the use of the spell, and it is used mainly in self defense to dissuade pursuers or attackers.
- Highly ineffective against ranged attackers who simply need to pull and release a bowstring.
- Highly effective against attackers who need to get close with heavy armor and weapons.
- Spell cannot be focused with both hands to increase the effect. The spell magically stops a bodily function, not reverse it.
- Hearty targets can resist the effect for longer.
- Will probably just piss off greater demons.
Misc
- Usually ignored by some demons such as Fiends which he has a...strange...understanding with, even though they're regarded as one of the more vicious and merciless of beasts.
-Unarmed save for a blunt dagger he uses to harvest wild produce as well as an 'ancient' silver crucifix passed down in his family...and tough antlers, horns, an array of sharp teeth and claws (assuming he lets them grow). |
53,446 | 1,457 | 39 | 1,295 | 125 | Ça marche pour moi. Sparrow pense à reprendre la main d'Adam mais rejette l'idée. Être si proche de lui se sentait bien, et il ne lui avait pas vraiment donné l'indication qu'il ne voulait pas qu'elle continue d'être si amicale, mais elle était encore quelque peu incertaine de ce qu'elle ressentait exactement entre eux. Au lieu de cela, elle garde ses mains à ses côtés, frottant parfois le tissu de son manteau entre ses doigts, juste pour lui donner des mains à faire. Avec une profonde respiration, elle fait sourire et quitte la pièce. S'arrêtant à l'extérieur de la pièce, elle pointe dans le couloir. "Le réservoir est au fond du couloir. C'est un peu comme une maison de bain et une piscine tout en un", explique-t-elle. Elle regarde Adam pour une sorte de compréhension et puis fait son chemin de retour dans les escaliers et sur le niveau principal.
Des flickers d'images du matin passent dans son cerveau et quelque chose vient à son attention, la faisant trébucher sur les escaliers. Elle tombe en avant et fait une tentative ratée de s'attraper avec ses mains. Au lieu de diminuer la douleur de sa chute, sa tête s'écrase dans le sommet de l'escalier. Elle gémit bas et s'assied sur l'escalier, s'appuyant sur le dos contre le mur. "Ils devraient m'appeler Grace au lieu de Sparrow," elle rit de tout cœur, apportant une main sur son front et touchant la peau comme un bain de sang sous elle, ce qui fait que l'endroit gagne une teinte violette. "Désolé, c'est super embarrassant... Je me suis fait distraire, je crois. D'habitude, ça ne m'arrive pas." Sparrow regarde Adam avec une expression éblouie. Cela vous dérangerait-il qu'on s'arrête encore une fois avant de partir? Il y a un commerçant dans la salle principale près de l'entrée qui est vraiment talentueux avec la médecine. J'aimerais que quelqu'un me donne une fois de plus avant de quitter le village, juste pour être en sécurité." | NAME
born ariel lin, but has been called sparrow her entire life
AGE
somewhere in her late teens, likely eighteen or nineteen
BREED
entirely human
PERSONALITY
-charismatic -naive
-idealistic -obsessive
-forgiving -passionate
BIOGRAPHY
Oddly enough, Sparrow had a fairly normal childhood. Well, as normal of a childhood as she could have while growing up in the apocalypse. Her parents were loving, patient, and kind, and while she was raised within the confines of a small home in the middle of nowhere, she was a happy child. Her grandfather had built the small home where she was raised in the middle of the woods, hoping to make it a safe place for future generations, and so it was, until the attacks started happening. Her grandparents had long since passed, and Sparrow was somewhere around ten when the first attack happened. The demons took her mother and left young Sparrow with her father. The heartbroken two left their home in search of a safe place. A sanctuary.
They joined the residents of Sanctuary and have been with them ever since. Sparrow's father took the job of a guard, and once old enough Sparrow started working in the kitchens.
MISC.
-sparrow is way too trusting and likes to think there is good in everyone |
53,447 | 1,457 | 40 | 919 | 248 | Adam pouvait la voir penser comme elle avait dans la salle à manger, hésitant comme elle voulait faire ou dire quelque chose mais n'était pas tout à fait sûr. Il regarda qu'elle fonçait de ses mains, et se rendit compte de ce à quoi elle avait pensé. N'était-il pas normal qu'ils tiennent la main? Alors qu'elle sortait et qu'elle expliquait ce qu'était le réservieur, Adam a fait signe. Ils ont continué, dans le silence et ne pas tenir la main. Cela rendait Adam mal à l'aise, car il se sentait beaucoup plus réconforté quand ils tenaient la main.
Lorsqu'ils ont commencé à monter les escaliers, elle a trébuché et s'est cognée la tête sur l'escalier suivant. Adam tira un souffle rapide, se précipitant rapidement sur son côté. Peut-être, trop vite pour un humain. Il regarde où elle s'est cognée la tête. Il n'y avait pas de blessure à l'extérieur, mais une blessure à l'intérieur. Instinctivement, il tendit la main pour pâturer doucement le pouce dessus. Cela a fait que les deux d'entre eux étaient au même niveau et beaucoup plus proches l'un de l'autre. Il ne se moque pas de sa blague, il s'inquiète pour son bien-être. Il regarde dans ses yeux, les deux face à face. Il lui faut un moment pour lui répondre, un petit sourire apparaissant sur son visage avant qu'il le fasse.
"Ah, oui. On peut le faire. Je ne voudrais pas que tu sois blessé plus que tu ne le réalises, bien que tu puisses juste avoir une petite commotion », dit-il d'une petite voix, tout en la regardant. Pourquoi était-il si attiré par cette fille humaine comme ça? | The Sanctuary
"Haha! Ha...haha...no, I-I'm human! Just like you!"
Street Food
Name
061001 - Adam Willius
Age
Unknown, seems in late teens/early twenties
Breed
Demon
Gender
Male
Description
In his human form, Adam stands at 5'7" with light brown hair and lovely green eyes. His skin in this form is a nice pale.
In his demon form, Adam stands at 6'3" with white strands of hair and crimson red eyes. His skin in this form is ghostly white. He has scales coming out of his back where his spine is, and claws on the ends of his hands.
Personality
While he appears human, Adam is very kind and passionate about protecting others. He appears especially attractive and innocent. While human, Adam is loving and listens very well. He seems like the perfect nice person. He is silly, and everything a shy and innocent person would be.
However, when he is in his demon form he is the opposite. He is cruel, terrible, and terrifying. He'll protect those who he deems worthy of protecting, but he is mostly uncontrollable and chaotic while in this mode. He's unpredictable.
Backstory
The demons were getting smarter. More clever. They wanted a way to create more of themselves that looked human. So they did. They took what was needed to create a demon, and placed it into the body of a human. The result was Adam.
But Adam was a failure. He didn't want to hurt the humans, he wanted to protect them. He felt...emotions. He was lucky he had his demon form, and he fought his demon parents off. Killed them, and then set out on his own. Did he want...closure? A home? A family? Being a human is confusing. After finding a few and (secretly) learning from them, he's gotten the hang of it. Now, he's one his way to The Sanctuary. He just hopes they don't murder him.
Misc
-In human form, he carries two daggers made from his parent's bones
-Adam finds humans interesting, so if he's to be with one romantically he doesn't care their sex |
53,448 | 1,457 | 41 | 1,295 | 125 | Sparrow regarda Adam'a dans les yeux, à une perte de mots quand il s'agenouille pour être plus près d'elle. Elle clignote un ou deux fois, et avec une bouffée de rose sur ses joues, elle mord nerveusement sa lèvre inférieure. -- Je suis sûre que je vais bien, répond-elle, rougissant encore, mais n'essayant absolument pas de s'éloigner. Elle ferme les yeux pendant un moment alors qu'une vague de vertiges se lave sur elle, mais elle ne dure que quelques secondes et bientôt elle ouvre les yeux à nouveau. Adam n'avait pas l'air de bouger pendant que ses yeux étaient fermés, et une sensation tiède a commencé à se lever de quelque part au fond d'elle. Au lieu de rester sur le sentiment qu'elle se pousse à ses pieds, sa position tremble un peu avant de retrouver son sang-froid et d'atteindre pour prendre la main d'Adam, voulant la tenir non seulement pour la stabilité, mais parce qu'elle se sentait bien. « Je vais essayer de ne pas tomber à nouveau », dit-elle avec un petit rire, les mots une tentative faible d'une blague. Elle prend des mesures prudentes, plus lentes et plus réfléchies qu'auparavant, faisant chaque tentative de ne pas finir sur le terrain à nouveau.
Ils n'étaient pas loin de la zone de rassemblement, et quand elle entre dans quelque chose lui attire l'œil. Ou plutôt quelqu'un. Une figure cachée se tient au bord de la grande pièce, sans se mêler aux villageois, plus comme... les étudier? Le moineau reste immobile pendant un moment, sa tête s'inclinant de manière curieux alors qu'elle regarde la figure de l'autre côté de la pièce. Alors ça lui arrive. Il était aussi dans la salle à manger, il ne mangeait pas, il regardait. Toute l'épreuve avait l'air dérangée. Les gens sont venus au village pour être avec d'autres personnes ou pour faire du commerce. Jamais à son époque quelqu'un n'était venu pour simplement les étudier. Un sentiment de malaise s'est installé sur elle, mais elle déchire les yeux de l'autre côté de la pièce pour regarder Adam. Peut-être était-elle juste trop réfléchie, mais quelque chose au sujet du scénario semblait un peu déconnecté. -- Adam, dit-elle, en gardant sa voix basse pour ne pas attirer inutilement l'attention sur elle-même ou sur son amie, est-ce que cet homme vous semble bizarre? Je crois que je l'ai vu dans la salle à manger aussi, il ne mangeait pas, il nous regardait tous. C'est un peu flippant." | NAME
born ariel lin, but has been called sparrow her entire life
AGE
somewhere in her late teens, likely eighteen or nineteen
BREED
entirely human
PERSONALITY
-charismatic -naive
-idealistic -obsessive
-forgiving -passionate
BIOGRAPHY
Oddly enough, Sparrow had a fairly normal childhood. Well, as normal of a childhood as she could have while growing up in the apocalypse. Her parents were loving, patient, and kind, and while she was raised within the confines of a small home in the middle of nowhere, she was a happy child. Her grandfather had built the small home where she was raised in the middle of the woods, hoping to make it a safe place for future generations, and so it was, until the attacks started happening. Her grandparents had long since passed, and Sparrow was somewhere around ten when the first attack happened. The demons took her mother and left young Sparrow with her father. The heartbroken two left their home in search of a safe place. A sanctuary.
They joined the residents of Sanctuary and have been with them ever since. Sparrow's father took the job of a guard, and once old enough Sparrow started working in the kitchens.
MISC.
-sparrow is way too trusting and likes to think there is good in everyone |
53,449 | 1,457 | 42 | 919 | 248 | Adam avait l'impression qu'il devait se passer quelque chose alors qu'ils étaient proches, mais il ne comprenait pas quoi. Stupide facteur démon. Pendant que Sparrow se tenait, Adam se tenait avec elle. Il était content quand elle s'empoigna une fois de plus de sa main, et un sourire retourna sur ses lèvres. "Je vais essayer de ne pas tomber à nouveau," elle rit, et il donne une chance aussi. "Si tu tombes encore, j'essaierai de t'attraper. Essaie." Une blague, mais il le ferait. C'était bon? Il la regarde grimper les marches, prêt à l'attraper si elle voyage à nouveau.
Ils se sont levés jusqu'à la zone de rassemblement, et Adam était confus quand Sparrow s'est arrêté un moment. Quelque chose ne va pas avec elle? Il était sur le point de lui demander quand elle a baissé sa voix. "Adam, est-ce que cet homme vous semble bizarre? Je crois que je l'ai vu dans la salle à manger aussi, il ne mangeait pas, il nous regardait tous. C'est un peu flippant."
Adam a jeté un coup d'œil sur cet homme. Il était assez étrange. Il a pris une profonde respiration comme s'il était nerveux. En fait, il essayait juste de sentir si c'était un autre démon ou un mutin. Il pouvait sentir que l'homme était humain. Mais il y avait quelque chose d'étrange et plus pour lui. Il n'avait pas l'odeur de mutinerie, mais il n'avait pas l'odeur d'être humain. Adam s'est ébranlé la tête.
"Je ne l'aime pas, Sparrow. On devrait y aller. J'ai un mauvais pressentiment pour lui." | The Sanctuary
"Haha! Ha...haha...no, I-I'm human! Just like you!"
Street Food
Name
061001 - Adam Willius
Age
Unknown, seems in late teens/early twenties
Breed
Demon
Gender
Male
Description
In his human form, Adam stands at 5'7" with light brown hair and lovely green eyes. His skin in this form is a nice pale.
In his demon form, Adam stands at 6'3" with white strands of hair and crimson red eyes. His skin in this form is ghostly white. He has scales coming out of his back where his spine is, and claws on the ends of his hands.
Personality
While he appears human, Adam is very kind and passionate about protecting others. He appears especially attractive and innocent. While human, Adam is loving and listens very well. He seems like the perfect nice person. He is silly, and everything a shy and innocent person would be.
However, when he is in his demon form he is the opposite. He is cruel, terrible, and terrifying. He'll protect those who he deems worthy of protecting, but he is mostly uncontrollable and chaotic while in this mode. He's unpredictable.
Backstory
The demons were getting smarter. More clever. They wanted a way to create more of themselves that looked human. So they did. They took what was needed to create a demon, and placed it into the body of a human. The result was Adam.
But Adam was a failure. He didn't want to hurt the humans, he wanted to protect them. He felt...emotions. He was lucky he had his demon form, and he fought his demon parents off. Killed them, and then set out on his own. Did he want...closure? A home? A family? Being a human is confusing. After finding a few and (secretly) learning from them, he's gotten the hang of it. Now, he's one his way to The Sanctuary. He just hopes they don't murder him.
Misc
-In human form, he carries two daggers made from his parent's bones
-Adam finds humans interesting, so if he's to be with one romantically he doesn't care their sex |
53,450 | 1,457 | 43 | 1,295 | 125 | Je ne l'aime pas, Sparrow. On devrait y aller. J'ai un mauvais pressentiment pour lui. Les paroles d'Adam étaient instables, et en réponse Sparrow serre doucement sa main. "Il est possible qu'il soit perdu ou qu'il essaie de trouver quelque chose. Je pense que je veux voir s'il a besoin d'aide. Tu peux rester ici, je vais m'en sortir toute seule." Malheureusement Sparrow libère Adam'a main et tente un sourire rassurant avant de faire quelques pas vers l'homme masqué. Elle trébuche mais s'attrape, récupérant son équilibre avant qu'elle ne tombe complètement. Au lieu de marcher seule, elle se déplace vers l'un des stands du trader, plaçant une main sur le bois brut pour l'aider à maintenir son calme.
Plus lentement que ce qui était nécessaire, elle fait son chemin vers l'homme, s'arrêtant un moment où une autre vague de vertiges trouble sa vision. Elle s'empare fermement d'une main d'un bâton de métier, attendant que la sensation passe avant de se brosser les mains en bas de sa jupe et de se tenir debout. L'homme regardait encore la foule quand elle s'approchait de lui. "Bonjour," elle le salue avec un petit et légèrement tremblant curtsy, "Je vous ai remarqué dans la salle à manger plus tôt. Vous cherchez quelque chose ou quelqu'un en particulier? Je ne vous ai pas déjà vus, et je connais la plupart des gens du Sanctuaire." Ses yeux bleus clairs regardent l'homme, qui se tenait un bon huit ou neuf pouces au-dessus de sa tête, avec une curieuse lueur. | NAME
born ariel lin, but has been called sparrow her entire life
AGE
somewhere in her late teens, likely eighteen or nineteen
BREED
entirely human
PERSONALITY
-charismatic -naive
-idealistic -obsessive
-forgiving -passionate
BIOGRAPHY
Oddly enough, Sparrow had a fairly normal childhood. Well, as normal of a childhood as she could have while growing up in the apocalypse. Her parents were loving, patient, and kind, and while she was raised within the confines of a small home in the middle of nowhere, she was a happy child. Her grandfather had built the small home where she was raised in the middle of the woods, hoping to make it a safe place for future generations, and so it was, until the attacks started happening. Her grandparents had long since passed, and Sparrow was somewhere around ten when the first attack happened. The demons took her mother and left young Sparrow with her father. The heartbroken two left their home in search of a safe place. A sanctuary.
They joined the residents of Sanctuary and have been with them ever since. Sparrow's father took the job of a guard, and once old enough Sparrow started working in the kitchens.
MISC.
-sparrow is way too trusting and likes to think there is good in everyone |
53,451 | 1,457 | 44 | 1,415 | 573 | Ysran s'est visiblement dégonflé pendant que la fille parlait. Il ne s'attendait pas à ce que quelqu'un l'approche. Il a regardé vers le bas la petite fille, elle avait de longs cheveux blonds coulants, et ses yeux étaient un bleu clair. Elle avait l'air... d'un enfant. Elle a commencé à poser des questions.
"Ouhmm... non, non. Je ne suis pas perdu, j'observe juste. Je suis nouveau comme vous l'avez deviné. Je regarde autour de moi. J'étais en train de penser à partir bientôt vers le village inférieur. Puis encore une fois, je pourrais regarder autour de la ville un peu plus."
Il a regardé derrière la fille. Il y en avait une autre. Un garçon. Il avait de courts cheveux de gingembre. Ysran pouvait immédiatement dire qu'il n'était pas humain. Soit un vague métis, avec un déguisement astucieux, soit un démon plein, avec un déguisement encore plus astucieux. C'est quoi, ça? Soit la fille ne savait pas, soit c'était un autre cas rare d'amitié avec un démon. Comme lui. Même si c'était peut-être quelque chose de complètement différent. Peut-être qu'il était un autre informateur? | Name: Ysran Stormreach. He doesn't really know his name, so he just threw a few things together.
Age: Around late 20's
Breed: Human. However, demonic exposure has transformed his ears. Many think he is a half-breed.
Personality: Could be described as "Neutral Evil," He isn't explicitly evil, as in, he won't burn down buildings or terrorize people, but in the pursuit of knowledge and power, no price is to great to pay, even if it means resorting to things others may find "Evil"
Equipment: Ysran carries a pack of ritual materials and demonic texts. He also carries a Machete.
Bio: Ysran, or at least that's what he's gone to calling himself now, was a very smart child. He learned to read from his parents, and how to survive out in the wilderness. Because that's where he lived. He lived with a group of humans who were just trying to survive. Yet in his 15th year his entire tribe was destroyed by the demons.
A normal human would have ran, but Ysran was... Fascinated. He stared on, half terrified, half in wonder, as everyone was slaughtered. Yet when a rather human-like demon appeared to finish him, he asked to learn from them. The demons took a great interest in him. A human who would willingly work with them in the pursuit of knowledge. Surprisingly, they accepted his offer.
Forming a pact with them, he would be granted knowledge and demonic power, in exchange for information on how humans lived. How did they interact with each other? How did they make their weapons? The same way they did? These particular set of demons wanted to know, and were willing to offer power. Ysran accepted, and began to slowly return info to the group. He was then told of a place called "Sanctuary". A large congregation of humans? Perfect. He could learn much. He set out, seeking to know what awaits him.
Ysran was granted a small list of spell-like abilities:
A ball of dark energy capable of delivering quite a bit of force, about enough to go through a door. Against living targets, this can knock people down, and it terms of damage, it would take 2-3 to kill a normal person as the darkness burns like a strong acid. You're basically being hit with a bowling ball made of acid.
Attracts all manner of fish and sometimes other aquatic creatures to a singular point. The range can vary from a few inches to several feet.
A zombie-like minion is summoned to do Ysran's bidding. It can follow simple commands such as "Hold this" or "Go there". If told to, the Shambler will follow another person's commands until told otherwise by Ysran. It prioritizes Ysran's commands first. here's a pic.
A fish (or other aquatic creature) is summoned much like a Shambler. These can be anything from a goldfish, to a Great White Shark. However the general rule is, the bigger the creature, the shorter time it has before it is unsummoned. This can be delayed, but requires great concentration from Ysran.
Creates a layer of Scale-like armor around the skin. It doesn't turn your skin into scales,it just created a layer of them on top of the skin. Greater Fishscales is stronger, but normal Fishscales can be cast on others.
Can heal most wounds, poisons, and some diseases. This spell however costs quite a bit of mana, and spell casting time can take a while.
Fills an opponent's lungs with water, drowning them. However first, Ysran must mentally overcome his opponent. The spell also takes a moment to cast, and only lasts as long as Ysran concentrates.
Ysran sends forth a black smokescreen, and all that see within are shown monstrous, disgusting versions of their worst fears come to life. This usually makes people run away, or cower in fear. |
53,452 | 1,457 | 45 | 1,383 | 153 | Ayailla s'est réveillée avant le lever du soleil, elle s'est retrouvée dans la petite pièce qu'on lui avait donnée la veille. Elle avait finalement travaillé sur le courage d'approcher les gardes qui étaient postés à l'extérieur du village du Sanctuaire. Cependant, en raison du décret du roi, on lui avait permis d'entrer dans le village avec un garde armé à son dos et un entretien promis avec le roi à sa guise. Elle avait été si surprise de voir tant d'humains se rassembler, qu'elle n'avait pas pris la disposition du village quand elle a été escortée à la zone résidentielle, il était beaucoup à prendre du tout à la fois. Cependant, comme ils avaient fait leur chemin à travers le village, elle a entendu l'expression "mutt" étant chuchotée par les gens du commun. Sa mère l'avait avertie du mal que les humains l'appelleraient si elle n'en avait jamais rencontré un, mais elle ne l'avait jamais beaucoup pensé jusqu'alors.
L'Hybrid a trouvé ses pieds sur le sol de terre de sa chambre et s'est étendue, il avait été pitch noir et même avec son incroyable vision de nuit, elle avait du mal à voir beaucoup. Elle tendit une main et produisit une petite flamme pour avoir un bon regard sur ses quartiers. Il avait été sculpté dans la montagne et la taille assez pour un, il était très modeste... même confortable. La métisse a trouvé un seau d'eau fraîche et une bougie fondue à moitié près de son lit, en les utilisant tous les deux, elle a pu se préparer pour la journée passionnante à venir. Avant de quitter son charmant hovel, elle a sorti son médaillon et a permis à la musique de jouer. La chanson l'a ramenée à ses mères embrasser, ne serait-ce que pour un moment.
S'élancer dans l'air frais de la montagne était merveilleux, c'était encore tôt le printemps donc avoir un manteau était toujours acceptable, même si le froid ne l'a jamais dérangée de toute façon c'était une excellente façon de cacher sa queue. Aya soupira et tapota les cornes sur sa tête : « Il n'y a pas de cachette », se dit-elle. Juste qu'une femme humaine a marché vers elle, "Non, il n'y a pas besoin de cacher le démon, nous savons déjà ce que vous êtes." Elle le dit durement. Aya est repris par le soudain commentaire hostile, mais ne fait aucun effort pour répondre.
La femme parle encore, cependant, il n'y a pas de malice dans sa voix cette fois, "Je serai celui qui vous escorte autour de ce matin. Assurez-vous de suivre mes instructions à tout moment et de ne pas faire de mouvements brusques vers les villageois, je vous montrerai à la salle à manger d'abord pour que vous puissiez manger et vous permettre de vous demander un temps au village avant mon quart de travail. »
Ayailla hoche d'accord et tombe en ligne avec sa tête baissée, elle regrettait déjà d'être venue au Sanctuaire. Peut-être qu'être seul, c'est mieux d'être quelque part où personne ne veut de toi. Elle pense.
Alors qu'ils se rendaient là-bas à la salle à manger, elle avait des apparences désagréables et entendait ce mot à nouveau, elle a rapidement eu l'impression que le gardien était à eux pour la protéger de ces humains méchants qui semblent vouloir l'écraser. Alors qu'ils se rapprochaient d'un sentiment d'effroi ou quelque chose qu'elle ne comprenait pas, c'était de s'approcher de plus en plus. Enfin, les odeurs des produits de boulangerie l'avaient amoindrie de sa situation actuelle et, avec l'aide de sa garde, elle a pu se procurer quelques délicieux aliments. Elle avait été prête à échanger de la fourrure de lapin ou des herbes (médicinales et alimentaires), cependant, ils ne semblaient pas être intéressés.
Aya a jeté un coup d'oeil dans le hall, quelque chose était en panne et elle n'a pas pu mettre un doigt dessus. Cependant, ses yeux nivelés d'une figure enveloppée d'une capuche d'ours, bien que les bois qui ont laissé entendre à la peau d'un fou furent trahis par la façon dont leur mouvement ne correspondait pas tout à fait. Tout ce qu'il leur a fallu, c'est le moment où leurs lèvres se déplaçaient pour exposer la rangée de crocs qui dévoraient leurs biens. Il était la seule chose sur laquelle elle pouvait concentrer ses yeux et si quelqu'un était assis à la table avec lui, elle n'a pas remarqué. Elle clignait les yeux en essayant de se briser de la transe dans laquelle elle était, mais elle ne pouvait pas se décider, se flétrir pour s'enfuir de lui ou pour lui. | Name - Ayailla (Aya for short)
Age - around early to mid 20's
Breed - half-breed
Personality - She keeps to herself since she has no experience outside of her family, she could be cold at time, if only for her lack of social skills. Aya would love friends and maybe loyal to them, however, she could only speculate.
Bio- Ayailla was raised by her human mother, Alana, who self exiled herself from her clan when Aya was born. This action saved her daughters life, who would have been killed if she had stayed any longer. Together with Ayailla's father the small family roamed the ruins of civilization and survived. Even if the mother and father never have love for each other they made it work for the daughter.
Around the time Aya was 10 her father, Percy, had went hunting and never returned. Aya and her mother could only come to the conclusion that he had either ran into a full blown demon or a clan of humans that had the numbers to take him down. Aya's mother was sadden but did not let this hinder her from doing her job, surviving and providing some sort of future for her daughter. However, Aya took it pretty hard for a while but do to her her surrounding she wasn't able to hold on to her grief for too long.
As Ayailla grew so did her demon features, her tail and horns grew and red scales began to appeared throughout her body. She began to show the same abilities as her father, creating fire and being able to shape and manipulate it. She was becoming stronger as her demon blood began to take over, however, she never let herself believe she was a bad person just because her demon heritage. She instead used her never ending energy to help her mother and took on the responsibilities that her father had left behind.
When Aya grew into adult-hood, she had to say good bye to her mother as she was suddenly taken by sickness. She took only the things she needed and lft her former home behind, the only thing she had of her mothers was a locket she always loved.
Misc - has a locket that when open plays a lullaby, this was a gift from her mother, in side is a lock of her mothers hair tied in a blue bow.
Lullaby |
53,453 | 1,457 | 46 | 986 | 1,735 | Les yeux de Luciel suivirent Adam hors de la salle de mess, ne faisant que tourner la tête légèrement pour ne pas susciter la suspicion. En retournant, il était sur le point d'effectuer une éradication similaire sur une bonne partie du muffin jusqu'à ce que ses yeux s'arrêtent sur la femme qui le fixait clairement. La main posée avec la confiserie cuite, ses yeux verrouillés avec ses lèvres et glisser le long d'une mare horrible jusqu'à ce qu'il arrive à une autre tactfullness sac à main pendant qu'il prend une bouchée.
Les élèves sont dilatés à un degré tel que Luciel.
Horns, ses yeux... pourquoi regardait-elle? Elle avait une idée de ce qu'elle faisait?
Un bref coup d'œil à la femme armée avec les bras croisés regardant entre les deux s'exprimait assez vite car Luciel s'était pris assez vite pour saisir son assiette et le faire ressembler à un mouvement tout simplement gênant dans la direction d'affirmer si hardiment secondes.
Avec seulement un grignotement dans un muffin et une moitié de jambon restant, il passa par le métis non déguisé. Dans le mouvement, il offrit un sourire tout en gardant respectueusement les yeux sur son visage et en rencontrant involontairement la sienne avec des pupilles nerveuses aiguisées comme des lames.
Heureusement, elle était encore assez proche pour être à l'écoute pendant qu'il prétendait être perdu dans sa décision. Assez de proximité pour entendre la petite inhalation dans le nez de Luciel à capuche avant qu'il ne parle doucement, "Ssssthhhho..."
Un scintillement excité d'une langue fourchue accentuant l'audace du museau en s'attaquant à la démotivité métisse. Il s'arrêta de la lecture des marchandises de la table pour rouler ses épaules et poser le sac à dos chargé et le sac de jeu vers le bas. La curiosité était incapable d'être gérée, son parfum était étrange car il était miroité dans quelque chose de riche au point d'amertume et le moindre soupçon de douceur creuse que le caractère 'Adam' portait.
Intriguant unicité, il n'avait aucune idée de quoi dire, bien que offert un sourire doux avant de continuer, "Vaht isss someone comme vous faites ici?" tout en faisant des gestes différents comme s'il faisait une conversation différente. Levant le jambon sur son assiette avec un seul doigt avant de le laisser tomber comme s'il faisait des commentaires sur la nourriture, il a procédé à des commentaires sur la nourriture, de toute façon. "C'est bien à la différence de Zeh que je fais. Les choix, ah? Tout à la fois" il a mentionné dans un ton brouillé, encouragé à faire la conversation avec la créature, bien que incertain où aller... seulement par où commencer. Le gibier a été cuit dans un sourdough et mangé avec le ragoût de légumes qu'il a fait à partir de ce qu'il avait. C'était simple, mais il l'a trouvé savoureux avec quelques épices déchiquetées laissées à raide dans le pot.
Awkward comme c'était de regarder tout simplement, il n'était que poli de rétribuer ses fiançailles avec reconnaissance et de petits discours. -- Et cet homme est votre gardien, aujourd'hui? il demanda, griffant une pomme à la main et la tournant légèrement avant de lui donner un tremblement et un petit rire qui était à moitié forcé. | Name - Luciel K. Lumiere
Age - Appears early 20s (Likely late 20s)
Breed - Halfbreed (Fiend bloodline)
Luciel stands at 5'10 with thick shoulder-length blonde hair and hazel eyes. Clean and smooth complexion save for freckles. Luciel sports four horns as well as the start of branching antlers, these are kept loosely bound with long strips of cloth which hold an array of symbols and Latin phrases painted in blood. The phrases depict a wide variety of prayers, though the symbols meld together like their own shapeless language which many suspect is demonic script.
Wide pupils constrict vertically into cat-like slits rather than simply narrowing, and reverse in reaction to darkness. Ironically, Luciel is far from a fan of bright light for this reason as it steals color from his vision in return for exceptional sight in low light settings.
Luciel speaks with as little mouth movement, accentuated upper and lower K9 fangs only hinting to the vicious maw behind them. With elastic properties to his facial skin around his double-jointed jaw, the rows of teeth continue another inch back. A bite from Luciel would be equally as horrifying as painful.
Lastly, slender fingers are armored especially around the tips with pale claws. The real oddity is how clean and filed they're kept, leaving them smooth and blunt to the touch...though they have a nasty habit of rapid growth back to razor sharpness if not tended to as religiously as Luciel keeps them.
In a slightly androgynous way, Luciel could be considered beautiful if the eye is willing to look past their monstrous features.
Luciel prefers an attire that resembles cloth, though is silken smooth. Form fitting though humble in its color resembling dried blood with his hues of faded crimson and charcoal black. The shawl worn over the suit holds an addition resembling a collar of burnt silver with a similar fastener linked to a ring around his shoulders.
The suit, itself has no pockets and the lower section integrates built in boots with flat 2-inch boot heels. It's unclear how this attire is put on or taken off, though the silver collar appears to be independent of the ensemble.
The quiet type, Luciel keeps to himself as he is wholly aware of what he is mostly out of fear of humans. This could be considered a predisposition, though his understanding nature reflects the notion to instead paint the situation as an unwillingness to unnerve humans with his appearance...and behavior.
Somewhere in the wasteland, Luciel found what some know as 'God', and his faith pulled him back from the sadistically feral blood that burns in his veins. Indefatigable purpose, empathy and a goal to aid the ailing currently staves off the monster that screams to maul humans and devour their flesh at every given second of every day. Because of this, his worship is obscenely odd and involves acts akin to the live sacrifice of animals, prayer/meditation, dancing in the moonlight (rarely naked) and 'sealing' (entering a trance to scribe the script into strips of cloth which adorn his horns and antlers).
Getting past his quirks, Luciel is a fan of company, though is a man of few words or facial emotions but is eager to serve human guests. His sense of humor can be seen as inappropriate or dark at times, but he means well and simply hasn't had much interaction with humans.
However, his greatest flaw is a vow of pacifism which some would see as his most honorable quality; an unconditional refusal to take life. Though he is far more than capable of defending himself and others with his qualities that separate him from humanity, the idea of drawing blood and being lost to bloodlust is a risk he refuses to take.
The events leading up to Luciel's birth are detailed in ways that have no business being recalled in text. A young woman bore the child of a horrific demon, a process that killed her in the process, leaving her older brother in possession of an abomination that spat in the face of God and Man. However, the small monster was still the last shred of family he had left. Whether it was this realization or simply beholding the unholy bridge between mankind and demons, he was driven into what the rest of his tribe described as madness. While he was ordered by the elders to dash the monster upon rocks and be done with the nightmare, he resisted and foolishly fled with everything his arms could carry, his or not.
My father was a good man. He taught me about the world and how we were the children of the earth and were born to live in fear. How to hunt in spite of my protest, how to harvest crops from the unbroken world...how to hide. I was great at hiding. We would play games where I would hide in the forest for days and father couldn't find me! It was in the woods where I truly learned how to play hide-and-seek with the beasts. Many ran from me, but the biggest one!
The biggest one had horns higher than I could reach! It had three eyes and fangs as big as my arms with HUGE claws! It was so cool! It roared so loud it shook the trees and my own shriek barely made the grass quiver, though that was probably the wind. I wanted it to make the sound again, to stay and tell me what else it knew...but it just...left.
It was years later that I realized how they all leave...
My father was my uncle, some madman who abandoned me in the woods time and time again to be eaten by the beasts who instigated my life. I learned this from an old man wandering the wastes when he found me over my uncle's corpse. Knife still in his hand and slashes across his arms and throat. The old man seemed to know him. More surprisingly, he knew me, told me how I was the child of the devil who killed dozens of those he loved. After an old word used to name the monster, the old man named me 'Luciel' before handing me a silver crucifix, saying that it would protect me.
Truly, he did not care what became of me, or even himself from the look in his eyes. He simply lost too much to have a handle on his old life. I followed him for a distance with everything my arms could carry and whatever I could fit in uncle's backpack in spite of his shouts to leave him be or what books he threw at me.
I...just didn't want to be alone. Even if it meant being at a distance and hated.
Weeks in, the man relented and taught me of the books he carried, the hope in the pages and its message for mankind and the mankind within me. He told me the truth of the world, and each syllable made me hate the man who had lied to me, stole me from my home and abandoned me in the woods countless times.
The old man also taught me about forgiveness...and gratitude. Without the evil and sacrifice of one man, I would have been dead before my eyes even opened. Regardless of the decade that followed and my life before, the few weeks I spent with the old man made me feel a part of something, as though I belonged.
Shouting matches with beasts, my first kill to protect the man...I understood prayer and it saved me from what I had almost become. I never wanted to be lost to the madness that left me in fits of manic hysteria like some rabid animal. I learned that believing in something had more power than what the true 'nothing' could actually provide. So after my trials and seeing the man disappear into the waterfall of sanctuary from afar, the old questions stung for only the moment it took for me to swallow and steal my resolve and begin building a shelter.
Do I believe in God?
No.
Humans are their own gods. Monsters only have demons.
And I made my choice of which one I wanted to be.
The Fiend blood that runs through Luciel gave him an innate skill in dark magic, though through conviction and faith, the darkness was bent across its own spectrum of physical manipulation, giving birth to light magic. This light magic has few but powerful spells focused on mending and protecting.
While Luciel wields these 'miracles', he is well aware of their origins. Demons bent the material plane to exact fear and devastation upon mankind in ways he seeks to undo through the base spell's understanding.
Luciel's most powerful and frequently casted spell. The translation roughly comes out as 'Loom'.
The intent is to stitch organic matter back together by binding wounds with seemingly golden threads and imbuing flesh with radiant energy which forces the body to quickly heal wounds at speeds that can be visibly observed. Though the whole casting may take anywhere from a few seconds to a minute depending on the severity of the wound, this spell has the capability to mend bone and knit muscle together to the extent of potentially reattaching severed limbs.
- This spell will not restore blood loss.
- Only good for one wound at a time and requires both hands and concentration.
- Can be used to mitigate damage from poison by forcing the victim's body to heal through the poison's effect until it is worked out of the body, naturally. This process can take a long time and is anything but pleasant.
- Therapy from the spell can ease back pain and arthritis brought about by aging, but cannot cure cancer or other diseases that have reemerged and now limit the human life span.
A more diverse form of 'Repth' that is less focused, though the general nature grants surprising benefits. Translated as 'Inspire'.
The expelled energy finds its way into nearby targets in a burst to swiftly boost metabolism with the buffer of magic, granting a significant hike to stamina, endurance and strength. While a side effect enhances the body's natural healing process, this is hardly enough to matter in the heat of combat.
- Good for moral as it temporarily sates fatigue.
- Requires both hands to channel and for targets to remain within 30ft for full effect.
- Doesn't so much bolster strength as it does allow fighters to put everything into every swing with little recovery.
A self-defense spell which vaguely translates to 'Burden'.
While will and spirit can carry a heart as far as legs wish, the spell is the closest to the darkness that Luciel dares to venture. The spell causes natural acids to build up in muscles at an alarming rate by hindering muscle's metabolism rates. The effect quickly tires victims and subjects them to cramps from continued strenuous activity such as running or fighting. The spell cannot be made fatal, and its result heavily depends on the actions of the afflicted.
- Can be cast with one hand, allowing two targets at once.
- Accumulation of amino acids in muscles cause targets to tire 5-10 times as fast. This does not target the heart or lungs but simply persists through concentration until canceled or the target collapses from their muscles simply failing to hold them up any longer.
- Luciel takes no pleasure in the use of the spell, and it is used mainly in self defense to dissuade pursuers or attackers.
- Highly ineffective against ranged attackers who simply need to pull and release a bowstring.
- Highly effective against attackers who need to get close with heavy armor and weapons.
- Spell cannot be focused with both hands to increase the effect. The spell magically stops a bodily function, not reverse it.
- Hearty targets can resist the effect for longer.
- Will probably just piss off greater demons.
Misc
- Usually ignored by some demons such as Fiends which he has a...strange...understanding with, even though they're regarded as one of the more vicious and merciless of beasts.
-Unarmed save for a blunt dagger he uses to harvest wild produce as well as an 'ancient' silver crucifix passed down in his family...and tough antlers, horns, an array of sharp teeth and claws (assuming he lets them grow). |
53,454 | 1,457 | 47 | 919 | 248 | "Il est possible qu'il soit perdu ou qu'il essaie de trouver quelque chose. Je pense que je veux voir s'il a besoin d'aide. Tu peux rester ici, je vais m'en sortir toute seule." Alors qu'elle lâchait la main et marchait vers l'homme, Adam se griffait les dents. Il l'a vue trébucher et s'est avancé pour l'attraper, mais elle s'est prise elle-même. Il a regardé l'homme flipper pendant que Sparrow lui parlait.
Il ne pouvait pas juste lui dire qu'il avait un parfum démoniaque pour lui. Il regardait attentivement comme l'homme le regardait de façon suspecte. Il ne pouvait pas la laisser seule avec ce type. Il a marché, essayant d'être préparé au pire. Enfin, il se tenait un peu derrière le côté de Sparrow. Il n'a rien dit, il a regardé l'homme et s'est assuré que Sparrow allait s'en sortir. | The Sanctuary
"Haha! Ha...haha...no, I-I'm human! Just like you!"
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Name
061001 - Adam Willius
Age
Unknown, seems in late teens/early twenties
Breed
Demon
Gender
Male
Description
In his human form, Adam stands at 5'7" with light brown hair and lovely green eyes. His skin in this form is a nice pale.
In his demon form, Adam stands at 6'3" with white strands of hair and crimson red eyes. His skin in this form is ghostly white. He has scales coming out of his back where his spine is, and claws on the ends of his hands.
Personality
While he appears human, Adam is very kind and passionate about protecting others. He appears especially attractive and innocent. While human, Adam is loving and listens very well. He seems like the perfect nice person. He is silly, and everything a shy and innocent person would be.
However, when he is in his demon form he is the opposite. He is cruel, terrible, and terrifying. He'll protect those who he deems worthy of protecting, but he is mostly uncontrollable and chaotic while in this mode. He's unpredictable.
Backstory
The demons were getting smarter. More clever. They wanted a way to create more of themselves that looked human. So they did. They took what was needed to create a demon, and placed it into the body of a human. The result was Adam.
But Adam was a failure. He didn't want to hurt the humans, he wanted to protect them. He felt...emotions. He was lucky he had his demon form, and he fought his demon parents off. Killed them, and then set out on his own. Did he want...closure? A home? A family? Being a human is confusing. After finding a few and (secretly) learning from them, he's gotten the hang of it. Now, he's one his way to The Sanctuary. He just hopes they don't murder him.
Misc
-In human form, he carries two daggers made from his parent's bones
-Adam finds humans interesting, so if he's to be with one romantically he doesn't care their sex |
53,455 | 1,457 | 48 | 1,295 | 125 | Si tu as besoin de quelque chose, demande à l'un des gardes. Ils surveillent la plupart de tout ici. Le moineau s'affaiblit, le sentiment inconfortable qui s'accroche encore dans l'air. Elle force un petit sourire et se tourne sur son talon pour retourner à Adam, la jupe de sa robe s'envolant à son tour. Ses yeux s'illuminent quand elle voit Adam juste derrière elle, et elle regarde sur son épaule l'homme voilé. "Allons, je préfère ne pas rester pour voir ce qu'il mijote. Quelque chose semble hors de lui », murmure-t-elle, ses lèvres se frottant presque à l'oreille d'Adam alors qu'elle se penche de près pour empêcher l'étranger d'entendre ses paroles. Elle glisse sa main dans le sentiment d'Adam immédiatement plus détendu à ses côtés, et elle regarde par-dessus les stands de traite, à la recherche de la femme avec le matériel médical.
De l'autre côté de la pièce, plus près du tunnel qui mène à l'entrée principale, une femme enveloppe la jambe d'un homme plus âgé d'un tissu blanc pâle. Sparrow les voit après avoir cherché un moment et conduit Adam dans la direction du stand. Elle s'arrête à mi-chemin pendant que la pièce tourne, mais après avoir pris quelques respirations profondes, elle se calme assez pour marcher le reste du chemin. Avant de parler à la femme qu'elle se tourne vers Adam, un sourire reconnaissant sur ses lèvres. "Merci d'être si compréhensif. Je promets que ce sera le dernier arrêt », dit-elle en riant un peu et en libérant sa main. Elle se dirige vers la femme qui finit par s'occuper de la jambe de l'homme et tourne dans sa direction.
"Que t'est-il arrivé dans les cieux?" Le moineau force un sourire tendu alors que la femme la guide vers un tabouret dans la cabine et examine sa tête. La tache violette sur la tête avait changé une couleur plus foncée, plus en colère, et la femme a froncé. Un chiffon froid était placé sur sa tête, et tandis que la femme tirait à travers ses choses Sparrow regardait Adam. Sa tête battait et rendait les choses difficiles à penser, des choses qui ne devraient pas bouger semblaient tourner autour d'elle. Cependant, c'était la seule chose sur laquelle elle pouvait se concentrer. Elle n'était pas sûre pourquoi, mais alors que tout le reste bougeait ou était flou ou les deux, il était toujours et l'a fait se sentir calme et dans moins de douleur. "Vous serez probablement bien", dit la femme, mais son ton a laissé entendre qu'elle n'était pas tout à fait certaine de cela. «Faites-le facilement pendant un moment, rien de trop taxant, et si vous le pouvez, essayez de rester quelques jours hors de la cuisine. Vous devez vous reposer." Le moineau crie, se tenant lentement et plaçant le tissu qu'elle tenait sur la tête sur le tabouret. Elle se brosse les mains en bas de sa jupe et se fronce. Un miroir en face d'où elle se tient montre la tache violette profonde sur son front et elle soupire avant de tirer le capot de son manteau sur sa tête, cachant la plupart de son visage dans l'ombre, avant de retourner à Adam.
"Prêt à sortir d'ici?" | NAME
born ariel lin, but has been called sparrow her entire life
AGE
somewhere in her late teens, likely eighteen or nineteen
BREED
entirely human
PERSONALITY
-charismatic -naive
-idealistic -obsessive
-forgiving -passionate
BIOGRAPHY
Oddly enough, Sparrow had a fairly normal childhood. Well, as normal of a childhood as she could have while growing up in the apocalypse. Her parents were loving, patient, and kind, and while she was raised within the confines of a small home in the middle of nowhere, she was a happy child. Her grandfather had built the small home where she was raised in the middle of the woods, hoping to make it a safe place for future generations, and so it was, until the attacks started happening. Her grandparents had long since passed, and Sparrow was somewhere around ten when the first attack happened. The demons took her mother and left young Sparrow with her father. The heartbroken two left their home in search of a safe place. A sanctuary.
They joined the residents of Sanctuary and have been with them ever since. Sparrow's father took the job of a guard, and once old enough Sparrow started working in the kitchens.
MISC.
-sparrow is way too trusting and likes to think there is good in everyone |
53,456 | 1,457 | 49 | 919 | 248 | Comme Sparrow se penchait près d'Adam, son cœur s'éleva. Elle murmura dans son oreille, et Adam roula les yeux et fit un petit rire. Comme s'il ne lui avait pas dit ça. Sa main tomba dans la sienne, et il la tenait comme elle le guidait loin.
"Merci d'être si compréhensif. Je promets que ce sera le dernier arrêt." Adam a fait signe, prêt à attendre Sparrow. Comme il le pensait, ce n'était pas trop terrible. Ça guérirait. Comme elle avait tendance à le faire, Adam la regarda et l'admira. Il n'arrêtait pas de faire ça. Qu'est-ce qu'il a? Elle l'a regardé et il avait l'air surpris et un peu embarrassé d'être surpris de la regarder. Il regarda ses pieds, puis il lui fit un sourire en la regardant en arrière.
"Prêt à sortir d'ici?" Adam a encore hurlé.
« Au moins, vous n'aurez pas à faire semblant d'être malade pour sortir de la cuisine », dit-il avec un sourire alors qu'il prend la main une fois de plus. "Maintenant, montrez-moi cet endroit que vous avez parlé de m'emmener mais qui n'a pas encore vraiment fait." | The Sanctuary
"Haha! Ha...haha...no, I-I'm human! Just like you!"
Street Food
Name
061001 - Adam Willius
Age
Unknown, seems in late teens/early twenties
Breed
Demon
Gender
Male
Description
In his human form, Adam stands at 5'7" with light brown hair and lovely green eyes. His skin in this form is a nice pale.
In his demon form, Adam stands at 6'3" with white strands of hair and crimson red eyes. His skin in this form is ghostly white. He has scales coming out of his back where his spine is, and claws on the ends of his hands.
Personality
While he appears human, Adam is very kind and passionate about protecting others. He appears especially attractive and innocent. While human, Adam is loving and listens very well. He seems like the perfect nice person. He is silly, and everything a shy and innocent person would be.
However, when he is in his demon form he is the opposite. He is cruel, terrible, and terrifying. He'll protect those who he deems worthy of protecting, but he is mostly uncontrollable and chaotic while in this mode. He's unpredictable.
Backstory
The demons were getting smarter. More clever. They wanted a way to create more of themselves that looked human. So they did. They took what was needed to create a demon, and placed it into the body of a human. The result was Adam.
But Adam was a failure. He didn't want to hurt the humans, he wanted to protect them. He felt...emotions. He was lucky he had his demon form, and he fought his demon parents off. Killed them, and then set out on his own. Did he want...closure? A home? A family? Being a human is confusing. After finding a few and (secretly) learning from them, he's gotten the hang of it. Now, he's one his way to The Sanctuary. He just hopes they don't murder him.
Misc
-In human form, he carries two daggers made from his parent's bones
-Adam finds humans interesting, so if he's to be with one romantically he doesn't care their sex |
53,457 | 1,457 | 50 | 1,383 | 153 | Ayailla a gardé ses yeux entraînés sur l'autre moitié de race alors qu'il commence à faire son chemin nonchalamment vers elle. Elle pouvait sentir les poils sur le dos de son cou se lever, tout en elle lui disait de se lever et de partir, mais c'était plutôt excitant. Elle n'avait pas vu un autre métis puis son père et elle était curieuse de savoir à quel point il avait l'air différent de son père. Elle regarde alors que la figure voilée brillait sa langue fourchue comme un serpent qui goûtait l'air autour d'elle à la recherche de sa proie, était une forme de communication pour les métisses, elle réfléchit.
Alors que le métis lui parlait, elle tapait nerveusement la table avec une longue griffe pointue comme un clou qui poignardait le bois sans effort. Cependant, quand le mâle lui a offert un sourire, elle s'est détendue a donné un sourire en retour. Son accent était quelque chose qu'il n'avait jamais entendu auparavant, certainement elle n'avait entendu aucun des gens du village avoir un accent comme le sien. Aya s'est cognée la tête sur le côté quand le mâle voûté, alors qu'il parlait à nouveau, a donné un spectacle avec le morceau de viande sur son assiette. Aya a eu l'impression qu'il était aussi curieux d'elle qu'elle l'était de lui.
Aya regarda derrière elle la gardienne debout qui regardait tout l'échange, elle semblait avoir légèrement tendu à mesure que le métis mâle se rapprochait, mais il y avait une forme de reconnaissance dans ses yeux. Elle s'est retournée vers l'homme pour répondre à ses questions. "Oui, cette femme humaine est mon escorte. Je semble provoquer une réaction violente aux habitants de ce village, bien que je ne puisse pas les blâmer, ils doivent me voir comme un prédateur de toutes sortes. Cependant, pour répondre à votre question, je suis ici pour éventuellement obtenir la citoyenneté dans ce village pour échapper à l'âme écraser la solitude qui a été laissée après la mort de ma mère. Bien qu'il semble que j'aie pu faire une erreur comme les humains ici semblent être malvenus à notre espèce."
Le métis regarde le mâle une fois de plus pour obtenir une meilleure portée de sa tenue, "Est-ce que votre manteau est une tentative de se déguiser, est-ce que cela fonctionne? Peut-être devrais-je trouver une peau de chèvre pour essayer de déguiser mes cornes." Elle dit avec un sourire amical
La gardienne semblait désintéressée dans la conversation et ignorait les commentaires sur elle, ses ordres étaient de s'assurer que le démon ne causait aucun problème aux villageois et que rien d'autre n'était supplémentaire. Elle regardait droit devant elle et les bras croisés ne répondaient pas au démon qu'elle connaissait sous le nom de Luciel. | Name - Ayailla (Aya for short)
Age - around early to mid 20's
Breed - half-breed
Personality - She keeps to herself since she has no experience outside of her family, she could be cold at time, if only for her lack of social skills. Aya would love friends and maybe loyal to them, however, she could only speculate.
Bio- Ayailla was raised by her human mother, Alana, who self exiled herself from her clan when Aya was born. This action saved her daughters life, who would have been killed if she had stayed any longer. Together with Ayailla's father the small family roamed the ruins of civilization and survived. Even if the mother and father never have love for each other they made it work for the daughter.
Around the time Aya was 10 her father, Percy, had went hunting and never returned. Aya and her mother could only come to the conclusion that he had either ran into a full blown demon or a clan of humans that had the numbers to take him down. Aya's mother was sadden but did not let this hinder her from doing her job, surviving and providing some sort of future for her daughter. However, Aya took it pretty hard for a while but do to her her surrounding she wasn't able to hold on to her grief for too long.
As Ayailla grew so did her demon features, her tail and horns grew and red scales began to appeared throughout her body. She began to show the same abilities as her father, creating fire and being able to shape and manipulate it. She was becoming stronger as her demon blood began to take over, however, she never let herself believe she was a bad person just because her demon heritage. She instead used her never ending energy to help her mother and took on the responsibilities that her father had left behind.
When Aya grew into adult-hood, she had to say good bye to her mother as she was suddenly taken by sickness. She took only the things she needed and lft her former home behind, the only thing she had of her mothers was a locket she always loved.
Misc - has a locket that when open plays a lullaby, this was a gift from her mother, in side is a lock of her mothers hair tied in a blue bow.
Lullaby |
53,458 | 1,457 | 51 | 1,295 | 125 | Quand Adam prend la main de Sparrow, un sentiment agaçant lui monte la main, à travers son bras, et lui donne un sourire encore plus grand sur le visage. "J'ai essayé de te montrer, je te le jure!" Son rire sonne à travers la pièce et elle le tire vers l'entrée principale de la montagne. Elle s'arrête un moment alors qu'elle passe devant les gardes. « Nous serons de retour avant la tombée de la nuit », dit-elle joyeusement avant de laisser tomber la main d'Adam et de se tourner vers lui. "Tu veux faire de la course? La porte de la ville inférieure est tout droit à quelques centaines de pieds. Je parie que je peux te battre là-bas!" En bas dans la partie extérieure de la ville le petit quartier de marché hums avec la vie que les chariots sont roulés et tiré à travers les rues, et un arc-en-ciel de manteaux colorés se brossent l'un l'autre. Elle plante ses mains sur ses hanches, se penchant vers lui excitéement et pratiquement rebondissant de haut en bas sur les couilles de ses pieds. "Ma classe courait ici, veille sur les chariots." Bien qu'on lui ait dit de ne rien faire de dur, Sparrow a senti une poussée d'énergie à travers elle, comme si elle pouvait faire n'importe quoi à ce moment-là. Elle a encore mal à la tête, mais se concentrer sur Adam n'a pas fait si mal. | NAME
born ariel lin, but has been called sparrow her entire life
AGE
somewhere in her late teens, likely eighteen or nineteen
BREED
entirely human
PERSONALITY
-charismatic -naive
-idealistic -obsessive
-forgiving -passionate
BIOGRAPHY
Oddly enough, Sparrow had a fairly normal childhood. Well, as normal of a childhood as she could have while growing up in the apocalypse. Her parents were loving, patient, and kind, and while she was raised within the confines of a small home in the middle of nowhere, she was a happy child. Her grandfather had built the small home where she was raised in the middle of the woods, hoping to make it a safe place for future generations, and so it was, until the attacks started happening. Her grandparents had long since passed, and Sparrow was somewhere around ten when the first attack happened. The demons took her mother and left young Sparrow with her father. The heartbroken two left their home in search of a safe place. A sanctuary.
They joined the residents of Sanctuary and have been with them ever since. Sparrow's father took the job of a guard, and once old enough Sparrow started working in the kitchens.
MISC.
-sparrow is way too trusting and likes to think there is good in everyone |
53,459 | 1,457 | 52 | 919 | 248 | Adam savait qu'il pouvait facilement battre Sparrow, étant un démon et tel. Il a décidé ce qu'il fallait faire, puis il a hurlé. "Très bien. C'est parti », a-t-il dit avec un sourire. Il n'a pas bougé pendant quelques secondes. Il l'a regardée courir, et a tendu les bras un peu avant qu'il ne commence à courir aussi. Il l'a vite rattrapée, et lui a rendu hommage alors qu'il tirait un peu en avant. Il s'est retourné et a évité une charrette qu'il n'avait pas vue. Son but était de rester à côté d'elle sur tout le chemin vers le bas. | The Sanctuary
"Haha! Ha...haha...no, I-I'm human! Just like you!"
Street Food
Name
061001 - Adam Willius
Age
Unknown, seems in late teens/early twenties
Breed
Demon
Gender
Male
Description
In his human form, Adam stands at 5'7" with light brown hair and lovely green eyes. His skin in this form is a nice pale.
In his demon form, Adam stands at 6'3" with white strands of hair and crimson red eyes. His skin in this form is ghostly white. He has scales coming out of his back where his spine is, and claws on the ends of his hands.
Personality
While he appears human, Adam is very kind and passionate about protecting others. He appears especially attractive and innocent. While human, Adam is loving and listens very well. He seems like the perfect nice person. He is silly, and everything a shy and innocent person would be.
However, when he is in his demon form he is the opposite. He is cruel, terrible, and terrifying. He'll protect those who he deems worthy of protecting, but he is mostly uncontrollable and chaotic while in this mode. He's unpredictable.
Backstory
The demons were getting smarter. More clever. They wanted a way to create more of themselves that looked human. So they did. They took what was needed to create a demon, and placed it into the body of a human. The result was Adam.
But Adam was a failure. He didn't want to hurt the humans, he wanted to protect them. He felt...emotions. He was lucky he had his demon form, and he fought his demon parents off. Killed them, and then set out on his own. Did he want...closure? A home? A family? Being a human is confusing. After finding a few and (secretly) learning from them, he's gotten the hang of it. Now, he's one his way to The Sanctuary. He just hopes they don't murder him.
Misc
-In human form, he carries two daggers made from his parent's bones
-Adam finds humans interesting, so if he's to be with one romantically he doesn't care their sex |
53,460 | 1,457 | 53 | 1,295 | 125 | Prêts, prêts, partez! Le moineau sprinte vers l'avant, le manteau souffle derrière elle, riant excitément tout le chemin. Juste quand elle pense qu'elle est allée assez loin devant Adam, elle le voit courir à côté d'elle. Dang, il est rapide! Elle pense qu'un sourire ridicule encore peint sur son visage pendant qu'elle court. Les chariots s'enroulent devant elle et elle les évite rapidement, se balançant sur le côté et ne levant pas son rythme jusqu'à ce qu'elle atteigne la porte. Hors du souffle et de la tête tournante, elle se penche le dos contre le côté du mur, ralentissant son cœur coureur avec des respirations profondes. Le ruban qu'elle avait utilisé dans sa chambre pour attacher ses cheveux en arrière était tombé quelque part pendant que les deux couraient et ses longs cheveux blonds encadrent son visage en vagues. « Tu es rapide », dit-elle sans souffle. Elle se brosse les cheveux de ses yeux, tire les verrous sur son épaule et tire la capuche de son manteau vers le haut pour ombrer les bleus sur son front. "L'endroit où nous nous dirigeons n'est pas trop loin, juste à travers la forêt par là." sortant de la porte, elle part vers la forêt à droite du village. "Je ne m'inquiéterais pas trop de nous rencontrer, je ne l'ai jamais fait et j'ai entendu dire que c'était assez sûr ici." Elle tend la main d'Adam avec un sourire et se dirige vers les bois sombres. | NAME
born ariel lin, but has been called sparrow her entire life
AGE
somewhere in her late teens, likely eighteen or nineteen
BREED
entirely human
PERSONALITY
-charismatic -naive
-idealistic -obsessive
-forgiving -passionate
BIOGRAPHY
Oddly enough, Sparrow had a fairly normal childhood. Well, as normal of a childhood as she could have while growing up in the apocalypse. Her parents were loving, patient, and kind, and while she was raised within the confines of a small home in the middle of nowhere, she was a happy child. Her grandfather had built the small home where she was raised in the middle of the woods, hoping to make it a safe place for future generations, and so it was, until the attacks started happening. Her grandparents had long since passed, and Sparrow was somewhere around ten when the first attack happened. The demons took her mother and left young Sparrow with her father. The heartbroken two left their home in search of a safe place. A sanctuary.
They joined the residents of Sanctuary and have been with them ever since. Sparrow's father took the job of a guard, and once old enough Sparrow started working in the kitchens.
MISC.
-sparrow is way too trusting and likes to think there is good in everyone |
53,461 | 1,457 | 54 | 919 | 248 | Adam respirait beaucoup, souriant un sourire ridicule. "Tu crois que c'est rapide?" il s'est exclamé avec un rire. Il regarda les brins de cheveux qui tombaient sur ses épaules. Elle prit la main, et Adam la prit volontiers. Il connaissait à peine cette fille, mais il avait l'impression de l'avoir connue toute sa vie. Elle a parlé de ne rien rencontrer, et il savait qu'elle voulait dire démons. C'était drôle, parce qu'elle l'avait fait et qu'elle ne savait même pas. Il a regardé autour de la forêt, aimant la nature même s'il était là depuis si longtemps. Il a pris une profonde respiration, ne sentant actuellement rien. Elle avait l'air d'avoir raison.
-- Alors, combien venez-vous ici? Adam lui a demandé. | The Sanctuary
"Haha! Ha...haha...no, I-I'm human! Just like you!"
Street Food
Name
061001 - Adam Willius
Age
Unknown, seems in late teens/early twenties
Breed
Demon
Gender
Male
Description
In his human form, Adam stands at 5'7" with light brown hair and lovely green eyes. His skin in this form is a nice pale.
In his demon form, Adam stands at 6'3" with white strands of hair and crimson red eyes. His skin in this form is ghostly white. He has scales coming out of his back where his spine is, and claws on the ends of his hands.
Personality
While he appears human, Adam is very kind and passionate about protecting others. He appears especially attractive and innocent. While human, Adam is loving and listens very well. He seems like the perfect nice person. He is silly, and everything a shy and innocent person would be.
However, when he is in his demon form he is the opposite. He is cruel, terrible, and terrifying. He'll protect those who he deems worthy of protecting, but he is mostly uncontrollable and chaotic while in this mode. He's unpredictable.
Backstory
The demons were getting smarter. More clever. They wanted a way to create more of themselves that looked human. So they did. They took what was needed to create a demon, and placed it into the body of a human. The result was Adam.
But Adam was a failure. He didn't want to hurt the humans, he wanted to protect them. He felt...emotions. He was lucky he had his demon form, and he fought his demon parents off. Killed them, and then set out on his own. Did he want...closure? A home? A family? Being a human is confusing. After finding a few and (secretly) learning from them, he's gotten the hang of it. Now, he's one his way to The Sanctuary. He just hopes they don't murder him.
Misc
-In human form, he carries two daggers made from his parent's bones
-Adam finds humans interesting, so if he's to be with one romantically he doesn't care their sex |
53,462 | 1,457 | 55 | 1,295 | 125 | Le moineau mord sa lèvre inférieure nerveusement avant de répondre. "Depuis que je vis au Sanctuaire, je ne suis là que quelques fois. Mes parents m'ont élevé dans une petite maison à quelques kilomètres d'ici. Hors de ce chemin." Elle regarde autour de lui, puis pointe vers le nord-est. "Nous ne sommes venus au Sanctuaire qu'après avoir été attaqués par... eux." Le moineau se calme après qu'elle parle, ses yeux se ferment un instant.
Puis un bruit s'élève dans la distance. Un petit grondement, comme un animal qui pousse mais pas tout à fait. Le moineau gèle. Elle n'avait apporté aucune arme avec eux, confiant que la forêt serait libre de tout démon. Ses yeux s'élargissent dans la peur et elle recule. Son pied descend sur une branche et c'est bruyant sous son poids. La fille treuille et laisse aller la main d'Adam, prenant un autre pas en arrière avant de se tourner vers lui. "Nous devons y aller. Tout de suite." Les mots sortent dans un dur murmure, sa voix épaisse de peur. Devant eux, le grondement s'élève à quelque chose entre un cri et un cri, et en un instant le bruit semble venir de tout autour d'eux. Sparrow tourne, essayant de trouver la source du bruit. "Adam... nous devons courir..." | NAME
born ariel lin, but has been called sparrow her entire life
AGE
somewhere in her late teens, likely eighteen or nineteen
BREED
entirely human
PERSONALITY
-charismatic -naive
-idealistic -obsessive
-forgiving -passionate
BIOGRAPHY
Oddly enough, Sparrow had a fairly normal childhood. Well, as normal of a childhood as she could have while growing up in the apocalypse. Her parents were loving, patient, and kind, and while she was raised within the confines of a small home in the middle of nowhere, she was a happy child. Her grandfather had built the small home where she was raised in the middle of the woods, hoping to make it a safe place for future generations, and so it was, until the attacks started happening. Her grandparents had long since passed, and Sparrow was somewhere around ten when the first attack happened. The demons took her mother and left young Sparrow with her father. The heartbroken two left their home in search of a safe place. A sanctuary.
They joined the residents of Sanctuary and have been with them ever since. Sparrow's father took the job of a guard, and once old enough Sparrow started working in the kitchens.
MISC.
-sparrow is way too trusting and likes to think there is good in everyone |
53,463 | 1,457 | 56 | 919 | 248 | "Depuis que je vis au Sanctuaire, je ne suis là que quelques fois. Mes parents m'ont élevé dans une petite maison à quelques kilomètres d'ici. Nous ne sommes venus au Sanctuaire qu'après avoir été attaqués par... eux."
Adam se sentait coupable, même s'il savait que ce n'était pas lui, mais d'autres démons qui les avaient attaqués. Mais il ne pouvait s'empêcher de se sentir coupable. Dans son écoute, il n'avait pas entendu la forêt autour d'eux se calmer eerily. Il entendit le grondement, comme le tonnerre, et ses narines éclatèrent. Merde.
"Nous devons y aller. Tout de suite." Adam ne pouvait pas supporter qu'elle soit dans la peur comme ça. Il entendit les sons se faire entendre, sentit les démons qui venaient se tourner vers eux après que son pied eut cassé cette brindille sur le sol. Ils venaient de tout autour d'eux maintenant. Comme une fierté de lions, ils allaient les entourer. Adam sentait son cœur battre plus vite que celui d'un homme, son sang sur le bord.
"Adam... nous devons courir..."
Ils ne pouvaient pas courir. Eh bien, il pourrait. Mais il n'y avait aucun moyen qu'elle allait les dépasser. Et il ne pouvait pas la laisser ici. Il déchauffa rapidement ses poignards osseux, les livrant sans aucun doute à Sparrow. Il respirait beaucoup maintenant, ses yeux devenaient plus dangereux. Il a dû la protéger. Peu importe si elle le détestait après. "Quand tu vois une ouverture, cours. S'ils viennent après toi, combattez-vous pour moi. Ta vie en dépend », a-t-il dit, quelque chose de nouveau chez le garçon qui semblait si calme et innocent.
Il n'y en avait que trois, mais ce sont des créatures terriblement laides. "D'accord, mesdames et messieurs. Allons-y," il a parlé, plus pour lui-même que tout.
Adam grandit un demi-pied plus grand, et ses beaux cheveux brun clair tournèrent un blanc chatoyant. Ses yeux verts devinrent rouge cramoisi, sa peau pâle devenait un blanc fantôme. Bones a grandi dans son dos le long de sa colonne vertébrale, et une queue aussi. Ses doigts et ses orteils se transformèrent en griffes, et des crocs s'accrochent devant sa bouche. Il lâcha un rugissement démoniaque, harcelant les autres pour qu'ils viennent à lui.
Les deux plus grands l'ont fait, et Adam en a crié un autre. Il est revenu, il a frappé un arbre avec force. Adam s'est tourné vers l'autre, en commençant à s'en prendre. Le troisième a attendu, les regardant se battre. Adam a continué à se battre, mordant le cou de celui qu'il avait combattu. Son corps est devenu boiteux, et Adam l'a laissé tomber à terre. Il s'est tourné vers celui qu'il avait jeté sur l'arbre, et le troisième a sauté sur lui et lui a mordu le cou. Adam s'est mis à s'écraser, avant de tomber avec force sur son dos. La créature a été piquée avec les back-ridges d'Adam. Le démon de l'arbre s'était retourné sur Sparrow, allant pour le plus facile des proies. Adam a remarqué que le démon était sur le point de se précipiter sur elle, et a sauté vers elle à grande vitesse. Ils se sont battus pendant longtemps, avant qu'Adam ne s'éteigne.
Le démon-boy a trébuché en arrière, saignant sur sa jambe droite, l'épaule gauche, le cou et la zone de l'estomac. Il s'est retourné pour regarder Sparrow, et a laissé un bruit qui semblait vouloir dire son nom avant qu'il ne tombe sur le sol. Sa forme démoniaque est redevenue humaine. Sa chemise a été déchirée, et son pantalon a eu quelques déchirures en eux aussi. Il saignait terriblement. Après un moment d'immobilité, il s'est retourné sur le dos avec un cri de douleur. Des larmes sont tombées de ses yeux de la douleur et il a regardé le ciel, de l'haleine et de l'énergie. | The Sanctuary
"Haha! Ha...haha...no, I-I'm human! Just like you!"
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Name
061001 - Adam Willius
Age
Unknown, seems in late teens/early twenties
Breed
Demon
Gender
Male
Description
In his human form, Adam stands at 5'7" with light brown hair and lovely green eyes. His skin in this form is a nice pale.
In his demon form, Adam stands at 6'3" with white strands of hair and crimson red eyes. His skin in this form is ghostly white. He has scales coming out of his back where his spine is, and claws on the ends of his hands.
Personality
While he appears human, Adam is very kind and passionate about protecting others. He appears especially attractive and innocent. While human, Adam is loving and listens very well. He seems like the perfect nice person. He is silly, and everything a shy and innocent person would be.
However, when he is in his demon form he is the opposite. He is cruel, terrible, and terrifying. He'll protect those who he deems worthy of protecting, but he is mostly uncontrollable and chaotic while in this mode. He's unpredictable.
Backstory
The demons were getting smarter. More clever. They wanted a way to create more of themselves that looked human. So they did. They took what was needed to create a demon, and placed it into the body of a human. The result was Adam.
But Adam was a failure. He didn't want to hurt the humans, he wanted to protect them. He felt...emotions. He was lucky he had his demon form, and he fought his demon parents off. Killed them, and then set out on his own. Did he want...closure? A home? A family? Being a human is confusing. After finding a few and (secretly) learning from them, he's gotten the hang of it. Now, he's one his way to The Sanctuary. He just hopes they don't murder him.
Misc
-In human form, he carries two daggers made from his parent's bones
-Adam finds humans interesting, so if he's to be with one romantically he doesn't care their sex |
53,464 | 1,457 | 57 | 986 | 1,735 | Au moins sur un petit plan, Luciel pouvait comprendre la question avec des hostilités ouvertes, en faisant un bond à la légère en reconnaissance. "Iz compréhensible" a-t-il commenté, abandonnant d'essayer de recomposer l'accent local et permettant plutôt aux mots de se former simplement. Il pouvait s'emparer de sa solitude, bien qu'elle fût un peu stupéfaite par son extérieur à l'égard de sa famille. Alors qu'il essayait normalement de ne pas essayer, elle semblait plus que disposée à simplement déposer les cartes.
« Mes condoléances... » a offert Luciel, leur expression passant à une légère froncement avant d'essayer de changer le sujet en discutant des affaires. "Je n'en suis pas sûr si je veux vivre ici. J'ai apporté des produits en ville comme cadeau, une famine de gratitude afflige les cœurs... » sa propre explication est venue, touchant une fois de plus la petite croix d'argent comme un petit rappel à lui-même de pourquoi il était là.
Une brève secousse de sa tête les a libérés de la pensée alors qu'il a fait un geste pour qu'elle prenne un petit déjeuner pour elle-même, car il ne voulait pas les empêcher de la généreuse générosité que l'humanité avait fournie à leur peuple. "Ehn, oui! Iz comme un fiende, ah?" il a répondu à la question sur son déguisement. Normalement, ce serait son signal de boulonner si quelqu'un voyait à travers elle, bien que la compagnie était dans une situation similaire en stature. Il n'y avait aucun sens à nier ce qu'elle pouvait apparemment voir à travers. "Iz... un peu varm pour zeis place, zough..." Luciel doucement gâché, en utilisant une main pour le déplacer une fois de plus.
La garde de la créature qu'il venait de rencontrer semblait tendue par sa présence et alors qu'il était obligé de comprendre, elle pouvait sûrement voir leur environnement. Si l'un ou l'autre avait de mauvaises intentions, il ne serait sûrement pas préférable de passer par les civils pour le faire. Ce n'était pas comme s'il était une mauvaise influence ou quoi que ce soit, juste qu'il était sans bornes curieux de voir un autre muet en ville. | Name - Luciel K. Lumiere
Age - Appears early 20s (Likely late 20s)
Breed - Halfbreed (Fiend bloodline)
Luciel stands at 5'10 with thick shoulder-length blonde hair and hazel eyes. Clean and smooth complexion save for freckles. Luciel sports four horns as well as the start of branching antlers, these are kept loosely bound with long strips of cloth which hold an array of symbols and Latin phrases painted in blood. The phrases depict a wide variety of prayers, though the symbols meld together like their own shapeless language which many suspect is demonic script.
Wide pupils constrict vertically into cat-like slits rather than simply narrowing, and reverse in reaction to darkness. Ironically, Luciel is far from a fan of bright light for this reason as it steals color from his vision in return for exceptional sight in low light settings.
Luciel speaks with as little mouth movement, accentuated upper and lower K9 fangs only hinting to the vicious maw behind them. With elastic properties to his facial skin around his double-jointed jaw, the rows of teeth continue another inch back. A bite from Luciel would be equally as horrifying as painful.
Lastly, slender fingers are armored especially around the tips with pale claws. The real oddity is how clean and filed they're kept, leaving them smooth and blunt to the touch...though they have a nasty habit of rapid growth back to razor sharpness if not tended to as religiously as Luciel keeps them.
In a slightly androgynous way, Luciel could be considered beautiful if the eye is willing to look past their monstrous features.
Luciel prefers an attire that resembles cloth, though is silken smooth. Form fitting though humble in its color resembling dried blood with his hues of faded crimson and charcoal black. The shawl worn over the suit holds an addition resembling a collar of burnt silver with a similar fastener linked to a ring around his shoulders.
The suit, itself has no pockets and the lower section integrates built in boots with flat 2-inch boot heels. It's unclear how this attire is put on or taken off, though the silver collar appears to be independent of the ensemble.
The quiet type, Luciel keeps to himself as he is wholly aware of what he is mostly out of fear of humans. This could be considered a predisposition, though his understanding nature reflects the notion to instead paint the situation as an unwillingness to unnerve humans with his appearance...and behavior.
Somewhere in the wasteland, Luciel found what some know as 'God', and his faith pulled him back from the sadistically feral blood that burns in his veins. Indefatigable purpose, empathy and a goal to aid the ailing currently staves off the monster that screams to maul humans and devour their flesh at every given second of every day. Because of this, his worship is obscenely odd and involves acts akin to the live sacrifice of animals, prayer/meditation, dancing in the moonlight (rarely naked) and 'sealing' (entering a trance to scribe the script into strips of cloth which adorn his horns and antlers).
Getting past his quirks, Luciel is a fan of company, though is a man of few words or facial emotions but is eager to serve human guests. His sense of humor can be seen as inappropriate or dark at times, but he means well and simply hasn't had much interaction with humans.
However, his greatest flaw is a vow of pacifism which some would see as his most honorable quality; an unconditional refusal to take life. Though he is far more than capable of defending himself and others with his qualities that separate him from humanity, the idea of drawing blood and being lost to bloodlust is a risk he refuses to take.
The events leading up to Luciel's birth are detailed in ways that have no business being recalled in text. A young woman bore the child of a horrific demon, a process that killed her in the process, leaving her older brother in possession of an abomination that spat in the face of God and Man. However, the small monster was still the last shred of family he had left. Whether it was this realization or simply beholding the unholy bridge between mankind and demons, he was driven into what the rest of his tribe described as madness. While he was ordered by the elders to dash the monster upon rocks and be done with the nightmare, he resisted and foolishly fled with everything his arms could carry, his or not.
My father was a good man. He taught me about the world and how we were the children of the earth and were born to live in fear. How to hunt in spite of my protest, how to harvest crops from the unbroken world...how to hide. I was great at hiding. We would play games where I would hide in the forest for days and father couldn't find me! It was in the woods where I truly learned how to play hide-and-seek with the beasts. Many ran from me, but the biggest one!
The biggest one had horns higher than I could reach! It had three eyes and fangs as big as my arms with HUGE claws! It was so cool! It roared so loud it shook the trees and my own shriek barely made the grass quiver, though that was probably the wind. I wanted it to make the sound again, to stay and tell me what else it knew...but it just...left.
It was years later that I realized how they all leave...
My father was my uncle, some madman who abandoned me in the woods time and time again to be eaten by the beasts who instigated my life. I learned this from an old man wandering the wastes when he found me over my uncle's corpse. Knife still in his hand and slashes across his arms and throat. The old man seemed to know him. More surprisingly, he knew me, told me how I was the child of the devil who killed dozens of those he loved. After an old word used to name the monster, the old man named me 'Luciel' before handing me a silver crucifix, saying that it would protect me.
Truly, he did not care what became of me, or even himself from the look in his eyes. He simply lost too much to have a handle on his old life. I followed him for a distance with everything my arms could carry and whatever I could fit in uncle's backpack in spite of his shouts to leave him be or what books he threw at me.
I...just didn't want to be alone. Even if it meant being at a distance and hated.
Weeks in, the man relented and taught me of the books he carried, the hope in the pages and its message for mankind and the mankind within me. He told me the truth of the world, and each syllable made me hate the man who had lied to me, stole me from my home and abandoned me in the woods countless times.
The old man also taught me about forgiveness...and gratitude. Without the evil and sacrifice of one man, I would have been dead before my eyes even opened. Regardless of the decade that followed and my life before, the few weeks I spent with the old man made me feel a part of something, as though I belonged.
Shouting matches with beasts, my first kill to protect the man...I understood prayer and it saved me from what I had almost become. I never wanted to be lost to the madness that left me in fits of manic hysteria like some rabid animal. I learned that believing in something had more power than what the true 'nothing' could actually provide. So after my trials and seeing the man disappear into the waterfall of sanctuary from afar, the old questions stung for only the moment it took for me to swallow and steal my resolve and begin building a shelter.
Do I believe in God?
No.
Humans are their own gods. Monsters only have demons.
And I made my choice of which one I wanted to be.
The Fiend blood that runs through Luciel gave him an innate skill in dark magic, though through conviction and faith, the darkness was bent across its own spectrum of physical manipulation, giving birth to light magic. This light magic has few but powerful spells focused on mending and protecting.
While Luciel wields these 'miracles', he is well aware of their origins. Demons bent the material plane to exact fear and devastation upon mankind in ways he seeks to undo through the base spell's understanding.
Luciel's most powerful and frequently casted spell. The translation roughly comes out as 'Loom'.
The intent is to stitch organic matter back together by binding wounds with seemingly golden threads and imbuing flesh with radiant energy which forces the body to quickly heal wounds at speeds that can be visibly observed. Though the whole casting may take anywhere from a few seconds to a minute depending on the severity of the wound, this spell has the capability to mend bone and knit muscle together to the extent of potentially reattaching severed limbs.
- This spell will not restore blood loss.
- Only good for one wound at a time and requires both hands and concentration.
- Can be used to mitigate damage from poison by forcing the victim's body to heal through the poison's effect until it is worked out of the body, naturally. This process can take a long time and is anything but pleasant.
- Therapy from the spell can ease back pain and arthritis brought about by aging, but cannot cure cancer or other diseases that have reemerged and now limit the human life span.
A more diverse form of 'Repth' that is less focused, though the general nature grants surprising benefits. Translated as 'Inspire'.
The expelled energy finds its way into nearby targets in a burst to swiftly boost metabolism with the buffer of magic, granting a significant hike to stamina, endurance and strength. While a side effect enhances the body's natural healing process, this is hardly enough to matter in the heat of combat.
- Good for moral as it temporarily sates fatigue.
- Requires both hands to channel and for targets to remain within 30ft for full effect.
- Doesn't so much bolster strength as it does allow fighters to put everything into every swing with little recovery.
A self-defense spell which vaguely translates to 'Burden'.
While will and spirit can carry a heart as far as legs wish, the spell is the closest to the darkness that Luciel dares to venture. The spell causes natural acids to build up in muscles at an alarming rate by hindering muscle's metabolism rates. The effect quickly tires victims and subjects them to cramps from continued strenuous activity such as running or fighting. The spell cannot be made fatal, and its result heavily depends on the actions of the afflicted.
- Can be cast with one hand, allowing two targets at once.
- Accumulation of amino acids in muscles cause targets to tire 5-10 times as fast. This does not target the heart or lungs but simply persists through concentration until canceled or the target collapses from their muscles simply failing to hold them up any longer.
- Luciel takes no pleasure in the use of the spell, and it is used mainly in self defense to dissuade pursuers or attackers.
- Highly ineffective against ranged attackers who simply need to pull and release a bowstring.
- Highly effective against attackers who need to get close with heavy armor and weapons.
- Spell cannot be focused with both hands to increase the effect. The spell magically stops a bodily function, not reverse it.
- Hearty targets can resist the effect for longer.
- Will probably just piss off greater demons.
Misc
- Usually ignored by some demons such as Fiends which he has a...strange...understanding with, even though they're regarded as one of the more vicious and merciless of beasts.
-Unarmed save for a blunt dagger he uses to harvest wild produce as well as an 'ancient' silver crucifix passed down in his family...and tough antlers, horns, an array of sharp teeth and claws (assuming he lets them grow). |
53,465 | 1,457 | 58 | 1,295 | 125 | La scène qui s'est déroulée avant qu'elle n'envoie Sparrow dans un état de choc. L'homme qu'elle avait passé le matin a pressé des poignards froids faits d'os dans ses paumes tremblantes et s'est transformé en une créature qui a tous deux culminé sa curiosité et l'a terrifiée au cœur. Son corps s'étirait, devenant plus grand d'un demi-pied. Les cheveux bruns généralement doux au sommet de sa tête tournèrent un blanc brillant, et ses yeux verts frais qu'elle aurait pu regarder toute la journée virent rouge contre sa peau maintenant fantomatiquement pâle. Le moineau s'est appuyé sur elle a regardé des épines osseuses se briser dans la peau sur son dos, accompagné d'une queue. Alors qu'il frappait les démons attaquants, elle comprit que ses mains s'étaient formées en griffes, et que sa bouche avait produit de longues crocs. Il était, par presque n'importe quel compte, tout à fait terrifiant. Ce n'est pas tout à fait animaliste, mais il n'a même plus l'air d'être humain. Quelque chose agité à l'intérieur de Sparrow, elle était terrifiée, oui, mais pas nécessairement de lui.
Le troisième démon du groupe a pris la chance pendant qu'Adam était occupé à frapper à Sparrow, mais l'ami démoniaque de la jeune fille a sauté devant, la protégeant de l'attaque. Il engagea le démon et, pendant qu'il le gardait occupé, Sparrow évasa un grand arbre à une courte distance du combat. Elle savait à l'arrière de son esprit que cela ne la sauverait pas d'être debout, mais à l'époque, c'était un bon endroit pour être. Quand la bête finale a été frappée, Sparrow s'est jetée au sol et s'est cramée hors de sa cachette. Elle est arrivée au bord de la clairière alors qu'Adam regardait dans ses yeux et tentait de parler, puis elle est tombée. Le cœur de Sparrow est tombé et avant qu'Adam ne revienne entièrement à sa forme humaine, elle était à ses côtés. Placer les poignards qu'il lui avait donnés sur le sol, elle s'agenouille à ses côtés. Quand il se déplace sur son dos, les yeux de Sparrow s'élargissent. Ses blessures étaient terribles; des gazhes profonds lui coupaient l'estomac, l'épaule et la jambe, déchiraient ses vêtements et le laissaient sans souffle et dans la douleur. Très prudemment, elle prend sa main, la peau à peine touchante. De son autre main, elle se brosse les cheveux de ses yeux et tire ensuite le tissu sanglant de sa chemise loin de la blessure. « Tu m'as sauvé la vie », murmure-t-elle, ne sachant pas si Adam pouvait l'entendre ou s'il était trop choqué par l'attaque pour même savoir qu'elle était là. | NAME
born ariel lin, but has been called sparrow her entire life
AGE
somewhere in her late teens, likely eighteen or nineteen
BREED
entirely human
PERSONALITY
-charismatic -naive
-idealistic -obsessive
-forgiving -passionate
BIOGRAPHY
Oddly enough, Sparrow had a fairly normal childhood. Well, as normal of a childhood as she could have while growing up in the apocalypse. Her parents were loving, patient, and kind, and while she was raised within the confines of a small home in the middle of nowhere, she was a happy child. Her grandfather had built the small home where she was raised in the middle of the woods, hoping to make it a safe place for future generations, and so it was, until the attacks started happening. Her grandparents had long since passed, and Sparrow was somewhere around ten when the first attack happened. The demons took her mother and left young Sparrow with her father. The heartbroken two left their home in search of a safe place. A sanctuary.
They joined the residents of Sanctuary and have been with them ever since. Sparrow's father took the job of a guard, and once old enough Sparrow started working in the kitchens.
MISC.
-sparrow is way too trusting and likes to think there is good in everyone |
53,466 | 1,457 | 59 | 1,415 | 573 | Après avoir ramassé les deux dans la forêt, on pouvait entendre des grognements partout. Des démons. Et ceux qui ne se souciaient probablement pas de sa position. On dirait qu'il était temps de se battre. Ou... il pouvait voir comment ces humains se défendraient. Oui, ce serait probablement mieux. Il s'est coincé dans l'ombre, et a regardé le combat continuer. Un garçon déjà mentionné qu'il avait vu, Adam, était-ce, a commencé à se transformer devant ses yeux. Il avait l'air typique d'un démon. Des araignées, des crocs, même la hauteur. Ce cri est intéressant.
Le combat s'est terminé assez rapidement. Le garçon démon susmentionné a facilement déchiré les trois démons qui étaient sortis pour jouer. Pourtant, dans le processus, il a pris lui-même des dommages importants. Il est revenu à la forme humaine, et s'est évanoui sur place.
Ysran sortit de l'ombre, applaudissant lentement, vers les deux. "Mon, mon. C'était tout à fait la performance. Mais vous n'avez pas l'air si bien. Vous devriez être plus prudent." Il s'est plié et a posé une main sur sa poitrine.
"Offre-moi. Cela peut prendre une minute." Un moment s'est écoulé. Ou deux. Il n'a pas pu le dire, de toute façon, ça semblait être une heure. Mais de toute façon, le garçon a commencé à briller, et ses blessures ont immédiatement guéri. "Nous y voilà. Tout va mieux." | Name: Ysran Stormreach. He doesn't really know his name, so he just threw a few things together.
Age: Around late 20's
Breed: Human. However, demonic exposure has transformed his ears. Many think he is a half-breed.
Personality: Could be described as "Neutral Evil," He isn't explicitly evil, as in, he won't burn down buildings or terrorize people, but in the pursuit of knowledge and power, no price is to great to pay, even if it means resorting to things others may find "Evil"
Equipment: Ysran carries a pack of ritual materials and demonic texts. He also carries a Machete.
Bio: Ysran, or at least that's what he's gone to calling himself now, was a very smart child. He learned to read from his parents, and how to survive out in the wilderness. Because that's where he lived. He lived with a group of humans who were just trying to survive. Yet in his 15th year his entire tribe was destroyed by the demons.
A normal human would have ran, but Ysran was... Fascinated. He stared on, half terrified, half in wonder, as everyone was slaughtered. Yet when a rather human-like demon appeared to finish him, he asked to learn from them. The demons took a great interest in him. A human who would willingly work with them in the pursuit of knowledge. Surprisingly, they accepted his offer.
Forming a pact with them, he would be granted knowledge and demonic power, in exchange for information on how humans lived. How did they interact with each other? How did they make their weapons? The same way they did? These particular set of demons wanted to know, and were willing to offer power. Ysran accepted, and began to slowly return info to the group. He was then told of a place called "Sanctuary". A large congregation of humans? Perfect. He could learn much. He set out, seeking to know what awaits him.
Ysran was granted a small list of spell-like abilities:
A ball of dark energy capable of delivering quite a bit of force, about enough to go through a door. Against living targets, this can knock people down, and it terms of damage, it would take 2-3 to kill a normal person as the darkness burns like a strong acid. You're basically being hit with a bowling ball made of acid.
Attracts all manner of fish and sometimes other aquatic creatures to a singular point. The range can vary from a few inches to several feet.
A zombie-like minion is summoned to do Ysran's bidding. It can follow simple commands such as "Hold this" or "Go there". If told to, the Shambler will follow another person's commands until told otherwise by Ysran. It prioritizes Ysran's commands first. here's a pic.
A fish (or other aquatic creature) is summoned much like a Shambler. These can be anything from a goldfish, to a Great White Shark. However the general rule is, the bigger the creature, the shorter time it has before it is unsummoned. This can be delayed, but requires great concentration from Ysran.
Creates a layer of Scale-like armor around the skin. It doesn't turn your skin into scales,it just created a layer of them on top of the skin. Greater Fishscales is stronger, but normal Fishscales can be cast on others.
Can heal most wounds, poisons, and some diseases. This spell however costs quite a bit of mana, and spell casting time can take a while.
Fills an opponent's lungs with water, drowning them. However first, Ysran must mentally overcome his opponent. The spell also takes a moment to cast, and only lasts as long as Ysran concentrates.
Ysran sends forth a black smokescreen, and all that see within are shown monstrous, disgusting versions of their worst fears come to life. This usually makes people run away, or cower in fear. |
53,467 | 1,457 | 60 | 919 | 248 | "Vous m'avez sauvé la vie," a entendu Adam. Il se branlait, et c'est seulement maintenant qu'il sentait sa main dans la sienne. "Est-ce qu'ils t'ont harcelé?" Il l'a regardée, heureuse qu'elle soit là et qu'elle ne soit pas partie. "Je suis désolé," il est sorti. Il savait qu'il saignait, mais ne savait pas quoi faire. La vraie douleur ne s'était pas encore installée à cause de l'adrénaline qu'il avait encore du combat. Il y avait plusieurs choses pour lesquelles il était désolé. Qu'il lui avait menti. Elle pensait qu'il n'était qu'un museau, c'est pour ça qu'elle était si gentille avec lui... Il était aussi désolé qu'ils ne soient pas arrivés au village. Le village.
"B-Bandages? Où allons-nous?" lui a - t - il demandé. Il a enfin trouvé ses yeux, en les regardant. Il se trouva souriant, avant que l'adrénaline disparaisse et que la douleur s'installe.
Au début, Adam n'a donné que des grognements de la douleur. Et puis c'est devenu pire, et il a commencé à crier de panique. Il a essayé de s'asseoir, ce qui a empiré. Il a crié. Les larmes tombaient plus vite de ses yeux.
Et puis, cet étrange homme qu'ils avaient vu dans le village est sorti. Il applaudit, et dit à Adam qu'il devrait être plus prudent. Adam l'a harcelé, toujours pas en confiance. Et puis il l'a guéri. Adam s'est levé rapidement, portant ses couteaux que Sparrow avait lâchés.
"Allez, Sparrow. Allons dans ce village." | The Sanctuary
"Haha! Ha...haha...no, I-I'm human! Just like you!"
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Name
061001 - Adam Willius
Age
Unknown, seems in late teens/early twenties
Breed
Demon
Gender
Male
Description
In his human form, Adam stands at 5'7" with light brown hair and lovely green eyes. His skin in this form is a nice pale.
In his demon form, Adam stands at 6'3" with white strands of hair and crimson red eyes. His skin in this form is ghostly white. He has scales coming out of his back where his spine is, and claws on the ends of his hands.
Personality
While he appears human, Adam is very kind and passionate about protecting others. He appears especially attractive and innocent. While human, Adam is loving and listens very well. He seems like the perfect nice person. He is silly, and everything a shy and innocent person would be.
However, when he is in his demon form he is the opposite. He is cruel, terrible, and terrifying. He'll protect those who he deems worthy of protecting, but he is mostly uncontrollable and chaotic while in this mode. He's unpredictable.
Backstory
The demons were getting smarter. More clever. They wanted a way to create more of themselves that looked human. So they did. They took what was needed to create a demon, and placed it into the body of a human. The result was Adam.
But Adam was a failure. He didn't want to hurt the humans, he wanted to protect them. He felt...emotions. He was lucky he had his demon form, and he fought his demon parents off. Killed them, and then set out on his own. Did he want...closure? A home? A family? Being a human is confusing. After finding a few and (secretly) learning from them, he's gotten the hang of it. Now, he's one his way to The Sanctuary. He just hopes they don't murder him.
Misc
-In human form, he carries two daggers made from his parent's bones
-Adam finds humans interesting, so if he's to be with one romantically he doesn't care their sex |
53,468 | 1,457 | 61 | 1,415 | 573 | Vous avez l'air d'avoir besoin d'une escorte. Si vous voulez, je peux venir avec vous. Il se trouve que je n'en sais pas plus que guérir. Cela semblait être une bonne occasion de visiter le village inférieur. Est-ce qu'ils ont agi différemment? Avaient-ils des produits différents? Est-ce qu'ils interagissent différemment? Une seule façon de le savoir. Ça, et sauver la vie d'un couple d'enfants lui ferait du bien à l'esprit.
"Mon nom est Ysran. Alors, tu m'auras? Je vais dans cette direction de toute façon, et ces démons que tu viens de tuer, j'ai d'autres amis." | Name: Ysran Stormreach. He doesn't really know his name, so he just threw a few things together.
Age: Around late 20's
Breed: Human. However, demonic exposure has transformed his ears. Many think he is a half-breed.
Personality: Could be described as "Neutral Evil," He isn't explicitly evil, as in, he won't burn down buildings or terrorize people, but in the pursuit of knowledge and power, no price is to great to pay, even if it means resorting to things others may find "Evil"
Equipment: Ysran carries a pack of ritual materials and demonic texts. He also carries a Machete.
Bio: Ysran, or at least that's what he's gone to calling himself now, was a very smart child. He learned to read from his parents, and how to survive out in the wilderness. Because that's where he lived. He lived with a group of humans who were just trying to survive. Yet in his 15th year his entire tribe was destroyed by the demons.
A normal human would have ran, but Ysran was... Fascinated. He stared on, half terrified, half in wonder, as everyone was slaughtered. Yet when a rather human-like demon appeared to finish him, he asked to learn from them. The demons took a great interest in him. A human who would willingly work with them in the pursuit of knowledge. Surprisingly, they accepted his offer.
Forming a pact with them, he would be granted knowledge and demonic power, in exchange for information on how humans lived. How did they interact with each other? How did they make their weapons? The same way they did? These particular set of demons wanted to know, and were willing to offer power. Ysran accepted, and began to slowly return info to the group. He was then told of a place called "Sanctuary". A large congregation of humans? Perfect. He could learn much. He set out, seeking to know what awaits him.
Ysran was granted a small list of spell-like abilities:
A ball of dark energy capable of delivering quite a bit of force, about enough to go through a door. Against living targets, this can knock people down, and it terms of damage, it would take 2-3 to kill a normal person as the darkness burns like a strong acid. You're basically being hit with a bowling ball made of acid.
Attracts all manner of fish and sometimes other aquatic creatures to a singular point. The range can vary from a few inches to several feet.
A zombie-like minion is summoned to do Ysran's bidding. It can follow simple commands such as "Hold this" or "Go there". If told to, the Shambler will follow another person's commands until told otherwise by Ysran. It prioritizes Ysran's commands first. here's a pic.
A fish (or other aquatic creature) is summoned much like a Shambler. These can be anything from a goldfish, to a Great White Shark. However the general rule is, the bigger the creature, the shorter time it has before it is unsummoned. This can be delayed, but requires great concentration from Ysran.
Creates a layer of Scale-like armor around the skin. It doesn't turn your skin into scales,it just created a layer of them on top of the skin. Greater Fishscales is stronger, but normal Fishscales can be cast on others.
Can heal most wounds, poisons, and some diseases. This spell however costs quite a bit of mana, and spell casting time can take a while.
Fills an opponent's lungs with water, drowning them. However first, Ysran must mentally overcome his opponent. The spell also takes a moment to cast, and only lasts as long as Ysran concentrates.
Ysran sends forth a black smokescreen, and all that see within are shown monstrous, disgusting versions of their worst fears come to life. This usually makes people run away, or cower in fear. |
53,469 | 1,457 | 62 | 1,295 | 125 | Sparrow regarde le corps d'Adam briller. Elle voulait désespérément que l'homme caché cesse de le toucher, alors que ses cris de douleur résonnaient à travers les arbres, mais quelque chose lui disait qu'il finirait bientôt. Aussitôt que la lueur commença, elle se termina, et Adam sauta à ses pieds. Sparrow se tenait aussi, se tenant derrière Adam et prenant sa main. Ses yeux se rétrécissent et elle rencontre le regard de l'inconnu. "L'aide est appréciée, mais inutile." Les mots sortent comme des poignards. "Tu ne devrais pas être là. Quittez de nous suivre », s'enclenche-t-elle, sa voix tremble par rapport aux événements précédents. Son emprise sur la main d'Adam s'resserre, puisant son courage dans sa force. "Allez, Sparrow. Allons dans ce village." Les mots s'accrochent dans l'air pendant un moment avant que le moineau ne cogne, se tournant sur son talon et le conduisant plus profondément dans la forêt.
Une fois qu'elle a mis une distance entre eux et l'homme mystérieux, elle s'arrête et se tourne vers Adam. "Je ne suis pas vraiment sûr de ce qui s'est passé là-bas," commence-t-elle, les larmes brillent dans ses yeux, "mais je suis si contente que tu ailles bien. Je pensais que j'allais te perdre." Ses bras enveloppent son cou et elle repose sa tête sur son épaule, l'embrassant fermement. Cela n'avait été qu'un jour, et pourtant elle se sentait comme si elle avait toujours été amie, et que le perdre serait proche de la fin du monde. Dans son esprit, elle pouvait le voir se battre avec les démons. Dans cette forme, il lui faisait peur, il n'y avait aucun doute, mais il la protégeait et il n'y avait aucun doute dans ce fait non plus. Quand il la regardait avec ses yeux rouges brillants, elle pouvait encore le voir, la partie de lui dont elle commençait à tomber amoureuse. | NAME
born ariel lin, but has been called sparrow her entire life
AGE
somewhere in her late teens, likely eighteen or nineteen
BREED
entirely human
PERSONALITY
-charismatic -naive
-idealistic -obsessive
-forgiving -passionate
BIOGRAPHY
Oddly enough, Sparrow had a fairly normal childhood. Well, as normal of a childhood as she could have while growing up in the apocalypse. Her parents were loving, patient, and kind, and while she was raised within the confines of a small home in the middle of nowhere, she was a happy child. Her grandfather had built the small home where she was raised in the middle of the woods, hoping to make it a safe place for future generations, and so it was, until the attacks started happening. Her grandparents had long since passed, and Sparrow was somewhere around ten when the first attack happened. The demons took her mother and left young Sparrow with her father. The heartbroken two left their home in search of a safe place. A sanctuary.
They joined the residents of Sanctuary and have been with them ever since. Sparrow's father took the job of a guard, and once old enough Sparrow started working in the kitchens.
MISC.
-sparrow is way too trusting and likes to think there is good in everyone |
53,470 | 1,457 | 63 | 919 | 248 | Le moineau les emmène un moment, puis s'arrête. Elle lui a dit qu'elle était contente qu'il aille bien, et l'a serré dans ses bras. Adam était là pendant un moment, figé alors qu'elle se reposait la tête sur son épaule. Il ne devrait pas faire ça. Peu importe ce que c'était. Mais il savait. C'était une amitié qui allait lentement se transformer en quelque chose de plus. Finalement, il enveloppa lentement ses bras autour d'elle. Et soupira.
"Je pense que je devrais vous dire la vérité," dit-il doucement. Il lui a arraché les bras autour d'elle. Il ne lui tenait pas la main dans la peur de la façon dont elle réagirait. "Je t'ai menti à propos de mes parents. Ils ne sont pas morts de démons. Eh bien, ils l'ont fait, mais..." Il a donné un autre soupir, arracher le pansement. "Je les ai tués, et je suis un démon. Tout à fait démon." Il a regardé loin d'elle. Il savait que les démons avaient hanté son passé, et il était juste de lui dire qu'il était tel. | The Sanctuary
"Haha! Ha...haha...no, I-I'm human! Just like you!"
Street Food
Name
061001 - Adam Willius
Age
Unknown, seems in late teens/early twenties
Breed
Demon
Gender
Male
Description
In his human form, Adam stands at 5'7" with light brown hair and lovely green eyes. His skin in this form is a nice pale.
In his demon form, Adam stands at 6'3" with white strands of hair and crimson red eyes. His skin in this form is ghostly white. He has scales coming out of his back where his spine is, and claws on the ends of his hands.
Personality
While he appears human, Adam is very kind and passionate about protecting others. He appears especially attractive and innocent. While human, Adam is loving and listens very well. He seems like the perfect nice person. He is silly, and everything a shy and innocent person would be.
However, when he is in his demon form he is the opposite. He is cruel, terrible, and terrifying. He'll protect those who he deems worthy of protecting, but he is mostly uncontrollable and chaotic while in this mode. He's unpredictable.
Backstory
The demons were getting smarter. More clever. They wanted a way to create more of themselves that looked human. So they did. They took what was needed to create a demon, and placed it into the body of a human. The result was Adam.
But Adam was a failure. He didn't want to hurt the humans, he wanted to protect them. He felt...emotions. He was lucky he had his demon form, and he fought his demon parents off. Killed them, and then set out on his own. Did he want...closure? A home? A family? Being a human is confusing. After finding a few and (secretly) learning from them, he's gotten the hang of it. Now, he's one his way to The Sanctuary. He just hopes they don't murder him.
Misc
-In human form, he carries two daggers made from his parent's bones
-Adam finds humans interesting, so if he's to be with one romantically he doesn't care their sex |
53,471 | 1,457 | 64 | 1,295 | 125 | Silence.
C'est ce que j'ai dit.
C'est ce que j'ai dit.
C'est ce que j'ai dit.
Le moineau respire lentement, ses yeux regardent le sol.
Tu n'as pas l'air d'un démon." Les mots sont un murmure.
"Vous n'agissez pas non plus comme un démon." Ses yeux, qui brillent encore de larmes, se lèvent pour rencontrer les siens.
"Les démons ne protègent pas les gens. Ils les tuent. Ils ont tué ma mère. Ils ont essayé de me tuer. Tu n'es pas l'un d'eux. Les mots sortent rapidement, son cœur commence à courir.
"Tu n'es pas un démon. Vous mentez. Un métis, peut-être, mais pas un démon. Je ne te crois pas." Elle se calme alors, ses yeux s'abaissent de nouveau. Ses mains se serrent et elle les enfile dans les poings, la frustration et l'incrédulité se répandent en elle. "Ne me mens pas..."
Ses yeux se ferment et elle tombe au sol, les épaules tremblant alors que les larmes qu'elle essayait de retenir étaient sur ses joues. Jamais elle ne regarde Adam. Au lieu de cela, elle tire ses genoux vers sa poitrine et bientôt ses pleurs se tournent vers des pleurs faibles. Pas un démon. Pas un démon. Les mots se répètent encore et encore dans son esprit. Adam étant une métisse, elle pouvait faire face à ça. Le roi permit aux Métis de la ville et encouragea les autres à les accepter, mais si quelqu'un découvrait ce qu'il était vraiment, il ne le laisserait probablement jamais revenir. Elle avait été tellement attirée par lui et avait l'impression qu'ils partageaient un lien spécial. Est-ce qu'il mente, ça change ce que je ressens? La question tourne la tête, la rendant vertigineuse malgré ne pas avoir bougé du tout. C'est pas vrai. | NAME
born ariel lin, but has been called sparrow her entire life
AGE
somewhere in her late teens, likely eighteen or nineteen
BREED
entirely human
PERSONALITY
-charismatic -naive
-idealistic -obsessive
-forgiving -passionate
BIOGRAPHY
Oddly enough, Sparrow had a fairly normal childhood. Well, as normal of a childhood as she could have while growing up in the apocalypse. Her parents were loving, patient, and kind, and while she was raised within the confines of a small home in the middle of nowhere, she was a happy child. Her grandfather had built the small home where she was raised in the middle of the woods, hoping to make it a safe place for future generations, and so it was, until the attacks started happening. Her grandparents had long since passed, and Sparrow was somewhere around ten when the first attack happened. The demons took her mother and left young Sparrow with her father. The heartbroken two left their home in search of a safe place. A sanctuary.
They joined the residents of Sanctuary and have been with them ever since. Sparrow's father took the job of a guard, and once old enough Sparrow started working in the kitchens.
MISC.
-sparrow is way too trusting and likes to think there is good in everyone |
53,472 | 1,457 | 65 | 919 | 248 | "Tu n'as pas l'air d'un démon."
"Vous n'agissez pas non plus comme un démon."
"Les démons ne protègent pas les gens. Ils les tuent. Ils ont tué ma mère. Ils ont essayé de me tuer. Tu n'es pas l'un d'eux. Tu n'es pas un démon. Vous mentez. Un métis, peut-être, mais pas un démon. Je ne te crois pas. Ne me mens pas..."
Adam regarda Sparrow, en regardant qu'elle se fronçait sur le sol. Comme elle a commencé à pleurer, il a secoué le noyau d'Adam. Il marcha lentement vers elle, se penchant prudemment à côté d'elle. Il ne veut rien faire de mal par elle.
"B-Croyez-le. J'étais un démon, créé pour avoir l'air humain. Comment pensez-vous qu'il se passe des métisses, Sparrow? » Ça lui a fait du mal de la voir comme ça et de savoir que c'était sa cause. Il lui ouvrit les bras, au cas où elle aurait besoin de réconfort. Il ne savait pas quoi faire. Pourquoi les humains étaient-ils si compliqués? -- S'il vous plaît, Sparrow, dit-il en vain. | The Sanctuary
"Haha! Ha...haha...no, I-I'm human! Just like you!"
Street Food
Name
061001 - Adam Willius
Age
Unknown, seems in late teens/early twenties
Breed
Demon
Gender
Male
Description
In his human form, Adam stands at 5'7" with light brown hair and lovely green eyes. His skin in this form is a nice pale.
In his demon form, Adam stands at 6'3" with white strands of hair and crimson red eyes. His skin in this form is ghostly white. He has scales coming out of his back where his spine is, and claws on the ends of his hands.
Personality
While he appears human, Adam is very kind and passionate about protecting others. He appears especially attractive and innocent. While human, Adam is loving and listens very well. He seems like the perfect nice person. He is silly, and everything a shy and innocent person would be.
However, when he is in his demon form he is the opposite. He is cruel, terrible, and terrifying. He'll protect those who he deems worthy of protecting, but he is mostly uncontrollable and chaotic while in this mode. He's unpredictable.
Backstory
The demons were getting smarter. More clever. They wanted a way to create more of themselves that looked human. So they did. They took what was needed to create a demon, and placed it into the body of a human. The result was Adam.
But Adam was a failure. He didn't want to hurt the humans, he wanted to protect them. He felt...emotions. He was lucky he had his demon form, and he fought his demon parents off. Killed them, and then set out on his own. Did he want...closure? A home? A family? Being a human is confusing. After finding a few and (secretly) learning from them, he's gotten the hang of it. Now, he's one his way to The Sanctuary. He just hopes they don't murder him.
Misc
-In human form, he carries two daggers made from his parent's bones
-Adam finds humans interesting, so if he's to be with one romantically he doesn't care their sex |
53,473 | 1,457 | 66 | 1,295 | 125 | Les démons ne font pas de câlins », muttera-t-elle, se rapprochant de lui et se fronçant dans ses bras. Elle se sentait en sécurité. Plus sûr que quand elle était toute seule. Ses cheveux tombent sur son visage et elle repose sa tête sur sa poitrine, se relaxant presque entièrement. "Vous avez peut-être été créé pour avoir l'air humain, mais vous ne pouvez pas nier que vous avez des émotions humaines. Les démons n'ont pas d'émotions comme nous, non? Ils ne pouvaient pas. Ce sont des êtres impitoyables du mal pur. Ce n'est pas toi." Sparrow le dit tout en restant le plus près possible d'Adam, en écoutant son battement de cœur. | NAME
born ariel lin, but has been called sparrow her entire life
AGE
somewhere in her late teens, likely eighteen or nineteen
BREED
entirely human
PERSONALITY
-charismatic -naive
-idealistic -obsessive
-forgiving -passionate
BIOGRAPHY
Oddly enough, Sparrow had a fairly normal childhood. Well, as normal of a childhood as she could have while growing up in the apocalypse. Her parents were loving, patient, and kind, and while she was raised within the confines of a small home in the middle of nowhere, she was a happy child. Her grandfather had built the small home where she was raised in the middle of the woods, hoping to make it a safe place for future generations, and so it was, until the attacks started happening. Her grandparents had long since passed, and Sparrow was somewhere around ten when the first attack happened. The demons took her mother and left young Sparrow with her father. The heartbroken two left their home in search of a safe place. A sanctuary.
They joined the residents of Sanctuary and have been with them ever since. Sparrow's father took the job of a guard, and once old enough Sparrow started working in the kitchens.
MISC.
-sparrow is way too trusting and likes to think there is good in everyone |
53,474 | 1,457 | 67 | 919 | 248 | Le battement du cœur d'Adam était plus rapide que celui d'un humain, et Sparrow pourrait l'entendre. "J'étais juste une expérience. Je suppose que je n'ai pas fait ce qu'ils voulaient." Il a ri, il a juste tenu Sparrow. Finalement, il est retombé et l'a emmenée avec lui. Il a regardé les arbres. | The Sanctuary
"Haha! Ha...haha...no, I-I'm human! Just like you!"
Street Food
Name
061001 - Adam Willius
Age
Unknown, seems in late teens/early twenties
Breed
Demon
Gender
Male
Description
In his human form, Adam stands at 5'7" with light brown hair and lovely green eyes. His skin in this form is a nice pale.
In his demon form, Adam stands at 6'3" with white strands of hair and crimson red eyes. His skin in this form is ghostly white. He has scales coming out of his back where his spine is, and claws on the ends of his hands.
Personality
While he appears human, Adam is very kind and passionate about protecting others. He appears especially attractive and innocent. While human, Adam is loving and listens very well. He seems like the perfect nice person. He is silly, and everything a shy and innocent person would be.
However, when he is in his demon form he is the opposite. He is cruel, terrible, and terrifying. He'll protect those who he deems worthy of protecting, but he is mostly uncontrollable and chaotic while in this mode. He's unpredictable.
Backstory
The demons were getting smarter. More clever. They wanted a way to create more of themselves that looked human. So they did. They took what was needed to create a demon, and placed it into the body of a human. The result was Adam.
But Adam was a failure. He didn't want to hurt the humans, he wanted to protect them. He felt...emotions. He was lucky he had his demon form, and he fought his demon parents off. Killed them, and then set out on his own. Did he want...closure? A home? A family? Being a human is confusing. After finding a few and (secretly) learning from them, he's gotten the hang of it. Now, he's one his way to The Sanctuary. He just hopes they don't murder him.
Misc
-In human form, he carries two daggers made from his parent's bones
-Adam finds humans interesting, so if he's to be with one romantically he doesn't care their sex |
53,475 | 1,457 | 68 | 1,295 | 125 | Il y avait une légère brise et les branches au-dessus de Sparrow et la tête d'Adam balayaient dans le vent. Le moineau se blottit près d'Adam, traçant les veines en haut et en bas des bras d'une manière dépourvue d'esprit. "Je suis content que tu n'aies pas fait ce qu'ils voulaient. Je t'aime comme tu es. Je veux dire, euh, tu es une bonne personne comme tu es..." Ses joues tournent Rodney et elle s'assoit, riant sous son souffle de nervosité. "Tu sais ce que je veux dire..." En regardant Adam, elle sourit, le rose dans ses joues s'illumine comme elle le fait.
"Ce type, Ysran, n'est-ce pas? Est-ce qu'il t'a guérie? S'il l'a fait, on peut toujours aller au vieux camp, ça ne devrait pas être trop loin maintenant. Si vous souffrez encore, nous pouvons retourner au Sanctuaire." Le moineau se lève, brossant sa jupe et foulant ses doigts à travers ses cheveux indisciplinés dans une tentative faible de l'apprivoiser dans un style plus acceptable. Elle tourne les yeux d'Adam vers les arbres. Au loin, les arbres s'ouvrent dans une clairière de taille moyenne, et une poignée de cabanes se trouvent dans des chaumes à côté de quelques tos maigres et d'une très petite maison. | NAME
born ariel lin, but has been called sparrow her entire life
AGE
somewhere in her late teens, likely eighteen or nineteen
BREED
entirely human
PERSONALITY
-charismatic -naive
-idealistic -obsessive
-forgiving -passionate
BIOGRAPHY
Oddly enough, Sparrow had a fairly normal childhood. Well, as normal of a childhood as she could have while growing up in the apocalypse. Her parents were loving, patient, and kind, and while she was raised within the confines of a small home in the middle of nowhere, she was a happy child. Her grandfather had built the small home where she was raised in the middle of the woods, hoping to make it a safe place for future generations, and so it was, until the attacks started happening. Her grandparents had long since passed, and Sparrow was somewhere around ten when the first attack happened. The demons took her mother and left young Sparrow with her father. The heartbroken two left their home in search of a safe place. A sanctuary.
They joined the residents of Sanctuary and have been with them ever since. Sparrow's father took the job of a guard, and once old enough Sparrow started working in the kitchens.
MISC.
-sparrow is way too trusting and likes to think there is good in everyone |
53,476 | 1,457 | 69 | 919 | 248 | Il a ri en regardant le Bruant embarrassé.
Adam a regardé ce qui restait de sa chemise. Les blessures avaient définitivement cessé de saigner. Il y avait des cicatrices où elles étaient.
"Je crois que oui. Maintenant, allons dans ce village abandonné. Peut-être qu'on peut me trouver une nouvelle chemise », a-t-il taquiné, souriant. Il se leva avec elle, et tendit la main. Il était toujours prudent avec elle. | The Sanctuary
"Haha! Ha...haha...no, I-I'm human! Just like you!"
Street Food
Name
061001 - Adam Willius
Age
Unknown, seems in late teens/early twenties
Breed
Demon
Gender
Male
Description
In his human form, Adam stands at 5'7" with light brown hair and lovely green eyes. His skin in this form is a nice pale.
In his demon form, Adam stands at 6'3" with white strands of hair and crimson red eyes. His skin in this form is ghostly white. He has scales coming out of his back where his spine is, and claws on the ends of his hands.
Personality
While he appears human, Adam is very kind and passionate about protecting others. He appears especially attractive and innocent. While human, Adam is loving and listens very well. He seems like the perfect nice person. He is silly, and everything a shy and innocent person would be.
However, when he is in his demon form he is the opposite. He is cruel, terrible, and terrifying. He'll protect those who he deems worthy of protecting, but he is mostly uncontrollable and chaotic while in this mode. He's unpredictable.
Backstory
The demons were getting smarter. More clever. They wanted a way to create more of themselves that looked human. So they did. They took what was needed to create a demon, and placed it into the body of a human. The result was Adam.
But Adam was a failure. He didn't want to hurt the humans, he wanted to protect them. He felt...emotions. He was lucky he had his demon form, and he fought his demon parents off. Killed them, and then set out on his own. Did he want...closure? A home? A family? Being a human is confusing. After finding a few and (secretly) learning from them, he's gotten the hang of it. Now, he's one his way to The Sanctuary. He just hopes they don't murder him.
Misc
-In human form, he carries two daggers made from his parent's bones
-Adam finds humans interesting, so if he's to be with one romantically he doesn't care their sex |
53,477 | 1,457 | 70 | 1,295 | 125 | Des sourires de moineaux. "Il n'y a rien qui dit que vous avez vraiment besoin d'une chemise", dit-elle avec un clin d'œil. Ses yeux brillent malchanceusement et elle prend sa main, le conduisant à travers les arbres. La clairière s'ouvre devant eux, et les planches brisées recouvrent le sol. « Comme je l'ai dit au Sanctuaire, la plupart des bonnes choses ont déjà été prises, mais je n'ai pas encore regardé à l'intérieur de la maison. Peut-être qu'il y a de vieux vêtements là-bas?" Elle jette un regard plein d'espoir dans la direction d'Adam avant de se diriger vers la maison. La peinture grise pele à l'extérieur, et pas une seule fenêtre n'était encore intacte. La porte en bois était manquante, et une porte d'écran s'accroche sur ses charnières dans la porte. Sparrow laisse aller la main d'Adam pour l'ouvrir et entrer.
L'odeur de la mort était comme un mur, et il a fait le nez de Sparrow ride vers le haut d'une manière extrêmement désagréable. Elle couvre son nez et sa bouche du bord de son manteau et sillonne ses sourcils. "Tu veux toujours regarder ici?" Elle demande, sa voix étouffée par le tissu de son manteau. Le bruit de beaucoup de mouches bourdonnait plus loin dans la maison, mais l'escalier à sa gauche semblait essentiellement intact. Au lieu d'attendre la réponse d'Adam les limites dans les escaliers. Au sommet, il y avait un couloir. Et au milieu de ce couloir était un corps. Le moineau gèle, les yeux larges et la bouche s'ouvre.
Les membres avaient été arrachés mais le corps était toujours intact. C'était aussi frais. A quelques jours peut-être, ce qui signifie que celui qui a fait ça était probablement encore proche, ils auraient besoin de se dépêcher. Secouant le choc et couvrant sa bouche avec son manteau, Sparrow glisse à nouveau dans la pièce la plus proche. Elle marche jusqu'à la commode avec un but rapide, tirant les tiroirs d'une manière calculée, ne perdant pas de temps. Il ne restait que quelques objets à l'intérieur : une robe bleue fanée, quelques pantalons noirs, une chemise blanche avec de multiples taches sombres, dont certains ressemblaient à du sang et d'autres à du café. Le moineau jette les objets sur le lit poussiéreux et fait le tour du reste de la pièce. « Pas de livres », conclut-elle avec une fronce. Du moins pas ici. Je vais vérifier le salon avant qu'on parte, mais je préfère ne pas rester ici plus longtemps que nécessaire. Ce corps me fait chier. Vous êtes le bienvenu pour regarder autour de vous si vous voulez bien." | NAME
born ariel lin, but has been called sparrow her entire life
AGE
somewhere in her late teens, likely eighteen or nineteen
BREED
entirely human
PERSONALITY
-charismatic -naive
-idealistic -obsessive
-forgiving -passionate
BIOGRAPHY
Oddly enough, Sparrow had a fairly normal childhood. Well, as normal of a childhood as she could have while growing up in the apocalypse. Her parents were loving, patient, and kind, and while she was raised within the confines of a small home in the middle of nowhere, she was a happy child. Her grandfather had built the small home where she was raised in the middle of the woods, hoping to make it a safe place for future generations, and so it was, until the attacks started happening. Her grandparents had long since passed, and Sparrow was somewhere around ten when the first attack happened. The demons took her mother and left young Sparrow with her father. The heartbroken two left their home in search of a safe place. A sanctuary.
They joined the residents of Sanctuary and have been with them ever since. Sparrow's father took the job of a guard, and once old enough Sparrow started working in the kitchens.
MISC.
-sparrow is way too trusting and likes to think there is good in everyone |
53,478 | 1,457 | 71 | 2,663 | 35 | Eden sourit doucement et rit du commentaire que Brielle fit sur ses cheveux, puis continua avec le reste de la conversation. "Oui, je m'en suis occupé beaucoup plus récemment, merci d'avoir remarqué. Et nous allons, je pourrais aller pour une séance 1v1 dehors dans les bois. Ce serait comme au bon vieux temps! Quand on faisait semblant d'être des gardes."
Il allait saluer Luciel, puis lui donner rapidement un clin d'œil amical de la tête. "Une moitié de race, hein? Tout le village pensait que j'étais un de ceux-là parce que personne ne connaissait vraiment mes parents. Donc, ne vous sentez pas hors de la place, même si je suis humain, je suis conscient de combien de villageois doivent vous regarder. »
Eden termine son muffin après avoir fait le commentaire et regarde le mari regarder sur son bras. "Ah, je n'ai pas beaucoup de temps, je dois y aller bientôt!" | Name
Eden Brown
Age
21
Species
Human
Gender
Male
Description
Eden has a long and lean frame and stands at a height of 6'1 when standing up straight, but he has a very heavy tendency to slouch which makes him appear an inch or so shorter. He has dark brown dreadlocks that he wears in two styles, down or in a nice ponytail. He has brown eyes, a pale complexion and is generally considered very average in appearance.
Personality
Eden is a humble soul who enjoys bringing smiles to all. He is very loyal to those he has formed relationships with and will go the extra mile to ensure that they are well cared for. He is fairly educated and is somewhat of a genius when it comes to attempting to decipher what old world artifacts wouldve previously been, as long as it isnt too complicated.
Bio
Eden never really got the chance to know his parents like many other children did. What is known of them and their time in sanctuary is very little. As far as he knows his mother and father were travelers who wandered the world not knowing who to trust or where they could stay for long. Unlike many orphans who lost their parents to demons, Eden's parents abandoned him during early infancy at entrance to Sanctuary. And from there he was raised among the people of Sanctuary as if they were his own family. For a long while, many speculated that Eden's mother and father had been demons in disguise sent pretend to be a couple in need looking for a place to stay for the night, and had left Eden as some sort of trap. However, as Eden grew over time and showed no signs of being a demon this theory soon disappeared.
When Eden came of age to finally put his effort into the community he wanted to return what the residents had done for him. So he decided to take up the work as a teenager to watch over the younger children and teach them, and after a few years when he became an adult, he was selected to be one of the few trainers for the children. Now he lives his days out helping those in need, he is always willing to take on jobs that aren't his own if it means to return a favor.
Secrets
-Wears the only trinket his mother and father left him with, a necklace with a strange crystal on it.
-He enjoys poking around for things related to the past, more specifically anything music related.
-Spends most of his time at night singing alone somewhere where not many can hear him. |
53,479 | 1,457 | 72 | 2,663 | 35 | Eden sourit doucement et rit du commentaire que Brielle fit sur ses cheveux, puis continua avec le reste de la conversation. "Oui, je m'en suis occupé beaucoup plus récemment, merci d'avoir remarqué. Et nous allons, je pourrais aller pour une séance 1v1 dehors dans les bois. Ce serait comme au bon vieux temps! Quand on faisait semblant d'être des gardes."
Il allait saluer Luciel, puis lui donner rapidement un clin d'œil amical de la tête. "Une moitié de race, hein? Tout le village pensait que j'étais un de ceux-là parce que personne ne connaissait vraiment mes parents. Donc, ne vous sentez pas hors de la place, même si je suis humain, je suis conscient de combien de villageois doivent vous regarder. »
Eden termine son muffin après avoir fait le commentaire et regarde le mari regarder sur son bras. "Ah, je n'ai pas beaucoup de temps, je dois y aller bientôt!" | Name
Eden Brown
Age
21
Species
Human
Gender
Male
Description
Eden has a long and lean frame and stands at a height of 6'1 when standing up straight, but he has a very heavy tendency to slouch which makes him appear an inch or so shorter. He has dark brown dreadlocks that he wears in two styles, down or in a nice ponytail. He has brown eyes, a pale complexion and is generally considered very average in appearance.
Personality
Eden is a humble soul who enjoys bringing smiles to all. He is very loyal to those he has formed relationships with and will go the extra mile to ensure that they are well cared for. He is fairly educated and is somewhat of a genius when it comes to attempting to decipher what old world artifacts wouldve previously been, as long as it isnt too complicated.
Bio
Eden never really got the chance to know his parents like many other children did. What is known of them and their time in sanctuary is very little. As far as he knows his mother and father were travelers who wandered the world not knowing who to trust or where they could stay for long. Unlike many orphans who lost their parents to demons, Eden's parents abandoned him during early infancy at entrance to Sanctuary. And from there he was raised among the people of Sanctuary as if they were his own family. For a long while, many speculated that Eden's mother and father had been demons in disguise sent pretend to be a couple in need looking for a place to stay for the night, and had left Eden as some sort of trap. However, as Eden grew over time and showed no signs of being a demon this theory soon disappeared.
When Eden came of age to finally put his effort into the community he wanted to return what the residents had done for him. So he decided to take up the work as a teenager to watch over the younger children and teach them, and after a few years when he became an adult, he was selected to be one of the few trainers for the children. Now he lives his days out helping those in need, he is always willing to take on jobs that aren't his own if it means to return a favor.
Secrets
-Wears the only trinket his mother and father left him with, a necklace with a strange crystal on it.
-He enjoys poking around for things related to the past, more specifically anything music related.
-Spends most of his time at night singing alone somewhere where not many can hear him. |
53,480 | 1,457 | 73 | 919 | 248 | Adam rougissait, en riant à mesure qu'ils traversaient la forêt. Alors qu'ils entraient dans la maison d'effraction, les sens de l'odeur d'Adam étaient exorbitants. Il pouvait sentir que quelque chose l'a tuée récemment. Sa théorie a été confirmée quand ils ont trouvé le corps sans membres dans le hall de l'étage. Alors que Sparrow se déplaçait autour de lui, il restait dans le hall et regardait le corps. Sa nature démoniaque était encore profonde en lui, et alors qu'il retournait à la réalité, il se sentait brouillé.
"Ce corps me donne les flippants. Vous êtes le bienvenu pour regarder autour de vous si vous voulez bien."
-- Oui, ça me fait flipper aussi à mon niveau, répondit Adam, en la suivant en bas dans le salon. Il s'est ébranlé la tête. Il ne pouvait pas descendre ce chemin. "Tu aimes lire?" Adam interrogea Sparrow, essayant de se distraire. | The Sanctuary
"Haha! Ha...haha...no, I-I'm human! Just like you!"
Street Food
Name
061001 - Adam Willius
Age
Unknown, seems in late teens/early twenties
Breed
Demon
Gender
Male
Description
In his human form, Adam stands at 5'7" with light brown hair and lovely green eyes. His skin in this form is a nice pale.
In his demon form, Adam stands at 6'3" with white strands of hair and crimson red eyes. His skin in this form is ghostly white. He has scales coming out of his back where his spine is, and claws on the ends of his hands.
Personality
While he appears human, Adam is very kind and passionate about protecting others. He appears especially attractive and innocent. While human, Adam is loving and listens very well. He seems like the perfect nice person. He is silly, and everything a shy and innocent person would be.
However, when he is in his demon form he is the opposite. He is cruel, terrible, and terrifying. He'll protect those who he deems worthy of protecting, but he is mostly uncontrollable and chaotic while in this mode. He's unpredictable.
Backstory
The demons were getting smarter. More clever. They wanted a way to create more of themselves that looked human. So they did. They took what was needed to create a demon, and placed it into the body of a human. The result was Adam.
But Adam was a failure. He didn't want to hurt the humans, he wanted to protect them. He felt...emotions. He was lucky he had his demon form, and he fought his demon parents off. Killed them, and then set out on his own. Did he want...closure? A home? A family? Being a human is confusing. After finding a few and (secretly) learning from them, he's gotten the hang of it. Now, he's one his way to The Sanctuary. He just hopes they don't murder him.
Misc
-In human form, he carries two daggers made from his parent's bones
-Adam finds humans interesting, so if he's to be with one romantically he doesn't care their sex |
53,481 | 1,457 | 74 | 1,383 | 153 | Aya a considéré la position des métis, peut-être que ce n'était pas une bonne idée de vivre dans le village après tout. Bien que ce serait une bonne idée d'avoir une bonne relation avec le village pour qu'elle reste dans le coin au bail obtenir cette interview avec le roi. Alors que le mâle faisait un geste à sa nourriture, elle se mit à l'inhaler comme si elle n'avait pas mangé un repas chaud depuis un bon moment. Luciel pourrait remarquer que les dents d'Aya étaient principalement humaines, cependant, ses dents k-9 étaient pointues et fang comme.
Finissant la nourriture sur son assiette, elle s'est tenue et a placé l'endroit à sa bonne place avant de retourner au demi-sang mâle. "Oh, peut-être les bonnes introductions sont en ordre. Mon nom est Ayailla mais vous pouvez m'appeler Aya si vous le souhaitez." Elle m'a proposé.
Elle s'est aussi tournée vers la garde féminine pour se présenter : « Si nous allons passer toute la journée entre nous, cela pourrait nous être bénéfique si vous donniez un nom, je ne voudrais pas avoir à vous parler de 'garde féminine humaine'. » La gardienne humaine soupira et décida que ce jour ne finirait jamais. "Noms Sylvia..." dit-elle comme si ça lui apportait littéralement de la douleur. | Name - Ayailla (Aya for short)
Age - around early to mid 20's
Breed - half-breed
Personality - She keeps to herself since she has no experience outside of her family, she could be cold at time, if only for her lack of social skills. Aya would love friends and maybe loyal to them, however, she could only speculate.
Bio- Ayailla was raised by her human mother, Alana, who self exiled herself from her clan when Aya was born. This action saved her daughters life, who would have been killed if she had stayed any longer. Together with Ayailla's father the small family roamed the ruins of civilization and survived. Even if the mother and father never have love for each other they made it work for the daughter.
Around the time Aya was 10 her father, Percy, had went hunting and never returned. Aya and her mother could only come to the conclusion that he had either ran into a full blown demon or a clan of humans that had the numbers to take him down. Aya's mother was sadden but did not let this hinder her from doing her job, surviving and providing some sort of future for her daughter. However, Aya took it pretty hard for a while but do to her her surrounding she wasn't able to hold on to her grief for too long.
As Ayailla grew so did her demon features, her tail and horns grew and red scales began to appeared throughout her body. She began to show the same abilities as her father, creating fire and being able to shape and manipulate it. She was becoming stronger as her demon blood began to take over, however, she never let herself believe she was a bad person just because her demon heritage. She instead used her never ending energy to help her mother and took on the responsibilities that her father had left behind.
When Aya grew into adult-hood, she had to say good bye to her mother as she was suddenly taken by sickness. She took only the things she needed and lft her former home behind, the only thing she had of her mothers was a locket she always loved.
Misc - has a locket that when open plays a lullaby, this was a gift from her mother, in side is a lock of her mothers hair tied in a blue bow.
Lullaby |
53,482 | 1,457 | 75 | 1,295 | 125 | Le moineau hoche la tête en réponse à la question d'Adam. Ils étaient revenus en bas ensemble et elle regardait à travers le salon. "Oui, c'est vrai. Ma mère me lisait quand j'étais enfant. Après qu'elle ait été tuée et qu'on ait déménagé au Sanctuaire, mon père m'a appris." Elle jette un oreiller du canapé au sol et des sourires. "Victoire!" Le moineau se redresse et dans chaque main elle tient un très vieux livre. Elle en colle un sous son bras et s'ouvre la seconde; les pages sont croustillantes et frémissent alors que ses doigts se brossent contre eux. "Deux foyers, tous les deux dans la dignité, (dans la belle Vérone, où nous posons notre scène), De la rancune antique à la nouvelle mutinerie, où le sang civil rend les mains civiles impures. Je pense que c'est une pièce de théâtre? C'est écrit comme un seul. Le moineau écrase et ferme le livre, le renversant pour voir la colonne vertébrale et le dépoussiérant du bord de son manteau. La tragédie de Roméo et Juliette. Elle jette le livre sous son bras avec l'autre qu'elle avait trouvé et se tourne vers Adam. " Devrions-nous continuer à regarder autour de nous? Nous pourrions peut-être vous trouver des vêtements », dit-elle avec un sourire.
Le moineau saute par surprise lorsque les charnières sur la porte de l'écran crèvent. Le vent à l'extérieur, qui avait été une simple brise lorsqu'ils étaient couchés dans la forêt plus tôt, avait repris le rythme. Remettre ses livres sur le canapé qu'elle passe à l'une des fenêtres; le verre cassé s'écrase sous ses pieds et elle pose ses mains sur le seuil de la fenêtre. "Nous devrions probablement obtenir ce dont nous avons besoin et revenir bientôt, juste au cas où une tempête frapperait. Je préfère ne pas être piégée dans cette maison avec un cadavre si le temps devient mauvais », rit-elle, se retournant vers Adam avec un sourire sur le visage. | NAME
born ariel lin, but has been called sparrow her entire life
AGE
somewhere in her late teens, likely eighteen or nineteen
BREED
entirely human
PERSONALITY
-charismatic -naive
-idealistic -obsessive
-forgiving -passionate
BIOGRAPHY
Oddly enough, Sparrow had a fairly normal childhood. Well, as normal of a childhood as she could have while growing up in the apocalypse. Her parents were loving, patient, and kind, and while she was raised within the confines of a small home in the middle of nowhere, she was a happy child. Her grandfather had built the small home where she was raised in the middle of the woods, hoping to make it a safe place for future generations, and so it was, until the attacks started happening. Her grandparents had long since passed, and Sparrow was somewhere around ten when the first attack happened. The demons took her mother and left young Sparrow with her father. The heartbroken two left their home in search of a safe place. A sanctuary.
They joined the residents of Sanctuary and have been with them ever since. Sparrow's father took the job of a guard, and once old enough Sparrow started working in the kitchens.
MISC.
-sparrow is way too trusting and likes to think there is good in everyone |
53,483 | 1,457 | 76 | 919 | 248 | " Devrions-nous continuer à regarder autour de nous? Nous pourrions peut-être vous trouver des vêtements? »
Adam s'est ébranlé la tête. "Nah. Il y a quelque chose dans cet endroit. Je n'aime pas vraiment ça... », a-t-il poursuivi en regardant le livre que Sparrow tenait.
"Lire," a-t-il dit, en essayant le mot pour lui-même. "Je n'ai jamais fait de lecture, en fait," a-t-il avoué. Les charnières de la porte grinçaient, et Sparrow sautait un peu. Adam était immédiatement là, à ses côtés. "Ça va?" il demande, avant qu'elle ne passe à la fenêtre et mentionne une tempête. Adam a lâché.
"Je veux dire, ce ne serait pas si mal", a-t-il dit avec un petit sourire. Puis, il s'est souvenu du corps à l'étage et de la faim qu'il avait. Il s'est ébranlé la tête. "En fait, vous avez raison. Nous ferions mieux d'y aller." | The Sanctuary
"Haha! Ha...haha...no, I-I'm human! Just like you!"
Street Food
Name
061001 - Adam Willius
Age
Unknown, seems in late teens/early twenties
Breed
Demon
Gender
Male
Description
In his human form, Adam stands at 5'7" with light brown hair and lovely green eyes. His skin in this form is a nice pale.
In his demon form, Adam stands at 6'3" with white strands of hair and crimson red eyes. His skin in this form is ghostly white. He has scales coming out of his back where his spine is, and claws on the ends of his hands.
Personality
While he appears human, Adam is very kind and passionate about protecting others. He appears especially attractive and innocent. While human, Adam is loving and listens very well. He seems like the perfect nice person. He is silly, and everything a shy and innocent person would be.
However, when he is in his demon form he is the opposite. He is cruel, terrible, and terrifying. He'll protect those who he deems worthy of protecting, but he is mostly uncontrollable and chaotic while in this mode. He's unpredictable.
Backstory
The demons were getting smarter. More clever. They wanted a way to create more of themselves that looked human. So they did. They took what was needed to create a demon, and placed it into the body of a human. The result was Adam.
But Adam was a failure. He didn't want to hurt the humans, he wanted to protect them. He felt...emotions. He was lucky he had his demon form, and he fought his demon parents off. Killed them, and then set out on his own. Did he want...closure? A home? A family? Being a human is confusing. After finding a few and (secretly) learning from them, he's gotten the hang of it. Now, he's one his way to The Sanctuary. He just hopes they don't murder him.
Misc
-In human form, he carries two daggers made from his parent's bones
-Adam finds humans interesting, so if he's to be with one romantically he doesn't care their sex |
53,484 | 1,457 | 77 | 1,316 | 226 | Brielle chuckled "oh ouais..." elle réfléchit sur ces temps-là pendant un moment, "J'avais l'habitude d'être terrible.." Il avait semblé il y a si longtemps que les deux d'entre eux s'enfuiraient dans les forêts démêlées de démon à sparr. Étonnamment, il n'y a jamais eu d'incident dans la nature. Il était bien meilleur à bout portant et a généralement gagné - mais Brielle avait avancé avec lui. Finalement jetant Eden sur son cul quelques fois.
Son estomac s'est un peu tordu quand Eden a fait le commentaire vers Lucile. C'est en fait son influence qui l'a adoucie sur les croisements. Ils ont eu beaucoup d'arguments et de longues discussions sur la raison pour laquelle elle ne devrait pas tenir la rage avec elle. Le Roi tient également une place importante dans son changement de cœur. Bien sûr, comme le montre Lucile, elle a encore des moments de dégoût. Mais le souvenir de quand elle aussi, pensé Eden peut être un quand elle était plus jeune - a sonné à travers elle brusquement. Brielle a admis cela plus tard après qu'ils soient devenus amis - aussi qu'elle va argumenter que c'était une mentalité jeune et stupide d'avoir.
Au milieu d'elle et d'Eden parlant de ce qu'il faut montrer pour la jeunesse - elle a remarqué que Lucile s'était éloigné d'elle et d'un autre démon. Ses lèvres portèrent dans une désapprobation - elle marcha et remarqua à la garde féminine un sentiment de soulagement. Brielle a regardé en arrière à Eden comme il a mentionné être en retard, " tenir bon ". À mesure qu'elle s'approchait, elle devint plus consciente des caractéristiques de l'autre demi-démon. S'emparer instinctivement de son arc, c'était toujours si détestable de voir certains métis. Les griffes l'ont vraiment perturbée. Brielle se dirigea vers la garde féminine et se mit à parler avec elle - en se tournant rapidement vers Lucile avec un sourire. "Comment tu penses qu'elle te regarde? Je ne suis pas un garde et bien », a-t-elle regardé Sylvia qui a tiré sur ses poignards d'avoir maintenant la responsabilité de deux métisses. « Je vais escorter les élèves d'Edens dans la forêt, et elle s'entraîne », explique-t-elle, bien qu'elle ne lui en doive pas une.
"Oui, et peut-être que tu devrais faire ton travail assigné pour la journée pour que nous ne soyons pas tous affamés..." Sylvia a dit. Il était évident que les deux n'étaient pas les plus proches. | Name: Ysran Stormreach. He doesn't really know his name, so he just threw a few things together.
Age: Around late 20's
Breed: Human. However, demonic exposure has transformed his ears. Many think he is a half-breed.
Personality: Could be described as "Neutral Evil," He isn't explicitly evil, as in, he won't burn down buildings or terrorize people, but in the pursuit of knowledge and power, no price is to great to pay, even if it means resorting to things others may find "Evil"
Equipment: Ysran carries a pack of ritual materials and demonic texts. He also carries a Machete.
Bio: Ysran, or at least that's what he's gone to calling himself now, was a very smart child. He learned to read from his parents, and how to survive out in the wilderness. Because that's where he lived. He lived with a group of humans who were just trying to survive. Yet in his 15th year his entire tribe was destroyed by the demons.
A normal human would have ran, but Ysran was... Fascinated. He stared on, half terrified, half in wonder, as everyone was slaughtered. Yet when a rather human-like demon appeared to finish him, he asked to learn from them. The demons took a great interest in him. A human who would willingly work with them in the pursuit of knowledge. Surprisingly, they accepted his offer.
Forming a pact with them, he would be granted knowledge and demonic power, in exchange for information on how humans lived. How did they interact with each other? How did they make their weapons? The same way they did? These particular set of demons wanted to know, and were willing to offer power. Ysran accepted, and began to slowly return info to the group. He was then told of a place called "Sanctuary". A large congregation of humans? Perfect. He could learn much. He set out, seeking to know what awaits him.
Ysran was granted a small list of spell-like abilities:
A ball of dark energy capable of delivering quite a bit of force, about enough to go through a door. Against living targets, this can knock people down, and it terms of damage, it would take 2-3 to kill a normal person as the darkness burns like a strong acid. You're basically being hit with a bowling ball made of acid.
Attracts all manner of fish and sometimes other aquatic creatures to a singular point. The range can vary from a few inches to several feet.
A zombie-like minion is summoned to do Ysran's bidding. It can follow simple commands such as "Hold this" or "Go there". If told to, the Shambler will follow another person's commands until told otherwise by Ysran. It prioritizes Ysran's commands first. here's a pic.
A fish (or other aquatic creature) is summoned much like a Shambler. These can be anything from a goldfish, to a Great White Shark. However the general rule is, the bigger the creature, the shorter time it has before it is unsummoned. This can be delayed, but requires great concentration from Ysran.
Creates a layer of Scale-like armor around the skin. It doesn't turn your skin into scales,it just created a layer of them on top of the skin. Greater Fishscales is stronger, but normal Fishscales can be cast on others.
Can heal most wounds, poisons, and some diseases. This spell however costs quite a bit of mana, and spell casting time can take a while.
Fills an opponent's lungs with water, drowning them. However first, Ysran must mentally overcome his opponent. The spell also takes a moment to cast, and only lasts as long as Ysran concentrates.
Ysran sends forth a black smokescreen, and all that see within are shown monstrous, disgusting versions of their worst fears come to life. This usually makes people run away, or cower in fear.
-
Name
Eden Brown
Age
21
Species
Human
Gender
Male
Description
Eden has a long and lean frame and stands at a height of 6'1 when standing up straight, but he has a very heavy tendency to slouch which makes him appear an inch or so shorter. He has dark brown dreadlocks that he wears in two styles, down or in a nice ponytail. He has brown eyes, a pale complexion and is generally considered very average in appearance.
Personality
Eden is a humble soul who enjoys bringing smiles to all. He is very loyal to those he has formed relationships with and will go the extra mile to ensure that they are well cared for. He is fairly educated and is somewhat of a genius when it comes to attempting to decipher what old world artifacts wouldve previously been, as long as it isnt too complicated.
Bio
Eden never really got the chance to know his parents like many other children did. What is known of them and their time in sanctuary is very little. As far as he knows his mother and father were travelers who wandered the world not knowing who to trust or where they could stay for long. Unlike many orphans who lost their parents to demons, Eden's parents abandoned him during early infancy at entrance to Sanctuary. And from there he was raised among the people of Sanctuary as if they were his own family. For a long while, many speculated that Eden's mother and father had been demons in disguise sent pretend to be a couple in need looking for a place to stay for the night, and had left Eden as some sort of trap. However, as Eden grew over time and showed no signs of being a demon this theory soon disappeared.
When Eden came of age to finally put his effort into the community he wanted to return what the residents had done for him. So he decided to take up the work as a teenager to watch over the younger children and teach them, and after a few years when he became an adult, he was selected to be one of the few trainers for the children. Now he lives his days out helping those in need, he is always willing to take on jobs that aren't his own if it means to return a favor.
Secrets
-Wears the only trinket his mother and father left him with, a necklace with a strange crystal on it.
-He enjoys poking around for things related to the past, more specifically anything music related.
-Spends most of his time at night singing alone somewhere where not many can hear him.
-The Sanctuary
"Haha! Ha...haha...no, I-I'm human! Just like you!"
Street Food
Name
061001 - Adam Willius
Age
Unknown, seems in late teens/early twenties
Breed
Demon
Gender
Male
Description
In his human form, Adam stands at 5'7" with light brown hair and lovely green eyes. His skin in this form is a nice pale.
In his demon form, Adam stands at 6'3" with white strands of hair and crimson red eyes. His skin in this form is ghostly white.
Personality
While he appears human, Adam is very kind and passionate about protecting others. He appears especially attractive and innocent. While human, Adam is loving and listens very well. He seems like the perfect nice person. He is silly, and everything a shy and innocent person would be.
However, when he is in his demon form he is the opposite. He is cruel, terrible, and terrifying. He'll protect those who he deems worthy of protecting, but he is mostly uncontrollable and chaotic while in this mode. He's unpredictable.
Backstory
The demons were getting smarter. More clever. They wanted a way to create more of themselves that looked human. So they did. They took what was needed to create a demon, and placed it into the body of a human. The result was Adam.
But Adam was a failure. He didn't want to hurt the humans, he wanted to protect them. He felt...emotions. He was lucky he had his demon form, and he fought his demon parents off. Killed them, and then set out on his own. Did he want...closure? A home? A family? Being a human is confusing. After finding a few and (secretly) learning from them, he's gotten the hang of it. Now, he's one his way to The Sanctuary. He just hopes they don't murder him.
Misc
-In human form, he carries two daggers made from his parent's bones
-Adam finds humans interesting, so if he's to be with one romantically he doesn't care their sex
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NAME
born ariel lin, but has been called sparrow her entire life
AGE
somewhere in her late teens, likely eighteen or nineteen
BREED
entirely human
PERSONALITY
-charismatic -naive
-idealistic -obsessive
-forgiving -passionate
BIOGRAPHY
Oddly enough, Sparrow had a fairly normal childhood. Well, as normal of a childhood as she could have while growing up in the apocalypse. Her parents were loving, patient, and kind, and while she was raised within the confines of a small home in the middle of nowhere, she was a happy child. Her grandfather had built the small home where she was raised in the middle of the woods, hoping to make it a safe place for future generations, and so it was, until the attacks started happening. Her grandparents had long since passed, and Sparrow was somewhere around ten when the first attack happened. The demons took her mother and left young Sparrow with her father. The heartbroken two left their home in search of a safe place. A sanctuary.
They joined the residents of Sanctuary and have been with them ever since. Sparrow's father took the job of a guard, and once old enough Sparrow started working in the kitchens.
MISC.
-sparrow is way too trusting and likes to think there is good in everyone
- Name - Luciel K. Lumiere
Age - Appears early 20s
Breed - Halfbreed (Fiend bloodline)
Luciel stands at 5'10 with thick shoulder-length blonde hair and hazel eyes. Clean and smooth complexion save for freckles. Luciel sports four horns as well as the start of branching antlers, these are kept loosely bound with long strips of cloth which hold an array of symbols and Latin phrases painted in blood. The phrases depict a wide variety of prayers, though the symbols meld together like their own shapeless language which many suspect is demonic script.
Wide pupils constrict vertically into cat-like slits rather than simply narrowing, and reverse in reaction to darkness. Ironically, Luciel is far from a fan of bright light for this reason as it steals color from his vision in return for exceptional sight in low light settings.
Luciel speaks with as little mouth movement, accentuated upper and lower K9 fangs only hinting to the vicious maw behind them. With elastic properties to his facial skin around his double-jointed jaw, the rows of teeth continue another inch back. A bite from Luciel would be equally as horrifying as painful.
Lastly, slender fingers are armored especially around the tips with pale claws. The real oddity is how clean and filed they're kept, leaving them smooth and blunt to the touch...though they have a nasty habit of rapid growth back to razor sharpness if not tended to as religiously as Luciel keeps them.
In a slightly androgynous way, Luciel could be considered beautiful if the eye is willing to look past their monstrous features.
Luciel prefers an attire that resembles cloth, though is silken smooth. Form fitting though humble in its color resembling dried blood with his hues of faded crimson and charcoal black. The shawl worn over the suit holds an addition resembling a collar of burnt silver with a similar fastener linked to a ring around his shoulders.
The suit, itself has no pockets and the lower section integrates built in boots with flat 2-inch boot heels. It's unclear how this attire is put on or taken off, though the silver collar appears to be independent of the ensemble.
The quiet type, Luciel keeps to himself as he is wholly aware of what he is mostly out of fear of humans. This could be considered a predisposition, though his understanding nature reflects the notion to instead paint the situation as an unwillingness to unnerve humans with his appearance...and behavior.
Somewhere in the wasteland, Luciel found what some know as 'God', and his faith pulled him back from the sadistically feral blood that burns in his veins. Indefatigable purpose, empathy and a goal to aid the ailing currently staves off the monster that screams to maul humans and devour their flesh at every given second of every day. Because of this, his worship is obscenely odd and involves acts akin to the live sacrifice of animals, prayer/meditation, dancing in the moonlight (rarely naked) and 'sealing' (entering a trance to scribe the script into strips of cloth which adorn his horns and antlers).
Getting past his quirks, Luciel is a fan of company, though is a man of few words or facial emotions but is eager to serve human guests. His sense of humor can be seen as inappropriate or dark at times, but he means well and simply hasn't had much interaction with humans.
However, his greatest flaw is a vow of pacifism which some would see as his most honorable quality; an unconditional refusal to take life. Though he is far more than capable of defending himself and others with his qualities that separate him from humanity, the idea of drawing blood and being lost to bloodlust is a risk he refuses to take.
The events leading up to Luciel's birth are detailed in ways that have no business being recalled in text. A young woman bore the child of a horrific demon, a process that killed her in the process, leaving her older brother in possession of an abomination that spat in the face of God and Man. However, the small monster was still the last shred of family he had left. Whether it was this realization or simply beholding the unholy bridge between mankind and demons, he was driven into what the rest of his tribe described as madness. While he was ordered by the elders to dash the monster upon rocks and be done with the nightmare, he resisted and foolishly fled with everything his arms could carry, his or not.
My father was a good man. He taught me about the world and how we were the children of the earth and were born to live in fear. How to hunt in spite of my protest, how to harvest crops from the unbroken world...how to hide. I was great at hiding. We would play games where I would hide in the forest for days and father couldn't find me! It was in the woods where I truly learned how to play hide-and-seek with the beasts. Many ran from me, but the biggest one!
The biggest one had horns higher than I could reach! It had three eyes and fangs as big as my arms with HUGE claws! It was so cool! It roared so loud it shook the trees and my own shriek barely made the grass quiver, though that was probably the wind. I wanted it to make the sound again, to stay and tell me what else it knew...but it just...left.
It was years later that I realized how they all leave...
My father was my uncle, some madman who abandoned me in the woods time and time again to be eaten by the beasts who instigated my life. I learned this from an old man wandering the wastes when he found me over my uncle's corpse. Knife still in his hand and slashes across his arms and throat. The old man seemed to know him. More surprisingly, he knew me, told me how I was the child of the devil who killed dozens of those he loved. After an old word used to name the monster, the old man named me 'Luciel' before handing me a silver crucifix, saying that it would protect me.
Truly, he did not care what became of me, or even himself from the look in his eyes. He simply lost too much to have a handle on his old life. I followed him for a distance with everything my arms could carry and whatever I could fit in uncle's backpack in spite of his shouts to leave him be or what books he threw at me.
I...just didn't want to be alone. Even if it meant being at a distance and hated.
Weeks in, the man relented and taught me of the books he carried, the hope in the pages and its message for mankind and the mankind within me. He told me the truth of the world, and each syllable made me hate the man who had lied to me, stole me from my home and abandoned me in the woods countless times.
The old man also taught me about forgiveness...and gratitude. Without the evil and sacrifice of one man, I would have been dead before my eyes even opened. Regardless of the decade that followed and my life before, the few weeks I spent with the old man made me feel a part of something, as though I belonged.
Shouting matches with beasts, my first kill to protect the man...I understood prayer and it saved me from what I had almost become. I never wanted to be lost to the madness that left me in fits of manic hysteria like some rabid animal. I learned that believing in something had more power than what the true 'nothing' could actually provide. So after my trials and seeing the man disappear into the waterfall of sanctuary from afar, the old questions stung for only the moment it took for me to swallow and steal my resolve and begin building a shelter.
Do I believe in God?
No.
Humans are their own gods. Monsters only have demons.
And I made my choice of which one I wanted to be.
The Fiend blood that runs through Luciel gave him an innate skill in dark magic, though through conviction and faith, the darkness was bent across its own spectrum of physical manipulation, giving birth to light magic. This light magic has few but powerful spells focused on mending and protecting.
While Luciel wields these 'miracles', he is well aware of their origins. Demons bent the material plane to exact fear and devastation upon mankind in ways he seeks to undo through the base spell's understanding.
Luciel's most powerful and frequently casted spell. The translation roughly comes out as 'Loom'.
The intent is to stitch organic matter back together by binding wounds with seemingly golden threads and imbuing flesh with radiant energy which forces the body to quickly heal wounds at speeds that can be visibly observed. Though the whole casting may take anywhere from a few seconds to a minute depending on the severity of the wound, this spell has the capability to mend bone and knit muscle together to the extent of potentially reattaching severed limbs.
- This spell will not restore blood loss.
- Only good for one wound at a time and requires both hands and concentration.
- Can be used to mitigate damage from poison by forcing the victim's body to heal through the poison's effect until it is worked out of the body, naturally. This process can take a long time and is anything but pleasant.
- Therapy from the spell can ease back pain and arthritis brought about by aging, but cannot cure cancer or other diseases that have reemerged and now limit the human life span.
A more diverse form of 'Repth' that is less focused, though the general nature grants surprising benefits. Translated as 'Inspire'.
The expelled energy finds its way into nearby targets in a burst to swiftly boost metabolism with the buffer of magic, granting a significant hike to stamina, endurance and strength. While a side effect enhances the body's natural healing process, this is hardly enough to matter in the heat of combat.
- Good for moral as it temporarily sates fatigue.
- Requires both hands to channel and for targets to remain within 30ft for full effect.
- Doesn't so much bolster strength as it does allow fighters to put everything into every swing with little recovery.
A self-defense spell which vaguely translates to 'Burden'.
While will and spirit can carry a heart as far as legs wish, the spell is the closest to the darkness that Luciel dares to venture. The spell causes natural acids to build up in muscles at an alarming rate by hindering muscle's metabolism rates. The effect quickly tires victims and subjects them to cramps from continued strenuous activity such as running or fighting. The spell cannot be made fatal, and its result heavily depends on the actions of the afflicted.
- Can be cast with one hand, allowing two targets at once.
- Accumulation of amino acids in muscles cause targets to tire 5-10 times as fast. This does not target the heart or lungs but simply persists through concentration until canceled or the target collapses from their muscles simply failing to hold them up any longer.
- Luciel takes no pleasure in the use of the spell, and it is used mainly in self defense to dissuade pursuers or attackers.
- Highly ineffective against ranged attackers who simply need to pull and release a bowstring.
- Highly effective against attackers who need to get close with heavy armor and weapons.
- Spell cannot be focused with both hands to increase the effect. The spell magically limits a bodily function, not reverse it.
- Cancelling the spell in any way restores targets to the strength they had if normal exertion was factored in...though cramps can still hurt.
- Hearty targets can resist the effect for longer.
- Will probably just piss off greater demons.
Misc
- Usually ignored by some demons such as Fiends which he has a...strange...understanding with, even though they're regarded as one of the more vicious and merciless of beasts.
-Unarmed save for a blunt dagger he uses to harvest wild produce as well as an 'ancient' silver crucifix passed down in his family...and tough antlers, horns, an array of sharp teeth and claws (assuming he lets them grow).
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AGE
37
BREED
Human
PERSONALITY
-dark -manipulative
-idealistic -obsessive
-righteous -relentless
BIOGRAPHY
He grew up on the northern monastery of the Golden Claws. It is a post apocalyptic human settlement which guards the human occupied lands of the south from northern demonic invasions. For years, since the demons stopped their invasion, there was quiet. All they had to take care of was the occasional demon which tried to pass the border or attempted to pass as a civilian. So you can't really blame them for being unprepared and overwhelmed when a sudden demon attack obliterated the whole monastery. Everyone was killed. Young and old, master and student, no one was spared from the slaughter. They could easily defend against battalions of demon foot soldiers but the thing that attacked them, that monstrosity was never seen before and the fact that it sprung up from the ground, like it was buried there for centuries and had just awoken didn't make the defending any easier.
Numenor was the only one to survive. Now his mission is to travel south, informing any and every settlement along the way of what is to come. They have to know, they have to prepare for the hell fire that is to come...
MISC. |
53,485 | 1,457 | 78 | 986 | 1,735 | Toux Toux
Il a enlevé les rochers et la saleté au-dessus de lui. Que s'est-il passé? En train de sortir des décombres qu'il a vus. Ses yeux s'élargissaient, tout le monde dans le monastère était mort..attendons, non, il restait un autre vivant. Crowley, son second commandant. Il a fait pour l'appeler mais la seule chose qu'il a pu réussir à sortir était des bouches de poussière. Avec une voix douce et une main tendue, il a commencé à appeler son ami quand un cri a percé à travers la fumée jusqu'aux nuages. Ils avaient Crowley. 2 démons l'avaient près des bras tandis qu'un autre lui jetait une magie étrange. Un cercle noir avec des runes est apparu hors de l'air mince devant l'homme puis il a commencé à descendre sur sa poitrine. Les démons lui ont arraché la poitrine et ont exposé sa peau où le cercle a commencé à fusionner avec lui, le brûlant. Les cris étaient comme de l'acide pour les oreilles de Numenor. Après cela, le démon féminin qui manipulait la magie lui a coupé le poignet et a forcé son sang entaché sur la bouche des guerriers.
"Cage-le avec les autres"- elle a dit et les 2 démons l'ont traîné loin.
Il y en avait d'autres? Peut-être qu'ils étaient encore en vie, il a dû les atteindre. En regardant sous sa taille, un énorme rocher gardait ses jambes en place. Heureusement, il pouvait encore les sentir. Il a essayé de s'échapper mais en vain, ne faisant tomber que des décombres qui avertissaient le démon.
"Hé, je pense que j'en ai trouvé un de plus ici"- elle a dit à l'approche. Se sentant autour de sa main, il sentait la poignée de son poignard, mais il était presque hors de portée. Alors que le démon féminin s'approchait, il luttait pour s'en emparer. Pas une minute plus tard, les 2 démons arrivèrent et soulevèrent les décombres aussi facilement qu'un morceau de papier et le traînèrent au milieu de la zone, où Crowley avait été.
"Il semble inconscient, il n'a pas l'oreille à traiter cette fois."- elle a dit alors qu'elle préparait le sort. Ses mots volaient autour de l'endroit déserté comme des murmures sombres à la recherche d'une oreille attentive à la corruption.
"Fait."- elle a dit qu'elle a commencé à centrer le sigil sur sa poitrine, comme elle l'avait fait à Crowley. S'il était temps d'agir, c'était tout. En un instant, il s'est mis aux pieds tout en effectuant un saut à la jambe sur le démon à sa gauche qui à son tour lâchait son emprise sur son épaule. Juste après, il a atteint derrière son dos, a déchauffé le poignard et l'a conduit à travers le crâne du démon droit d'en bas, tout le temps que l'autre démon était encore dans l'air. Tout comme le démon féminin était sur le point de crier, il s'est cogné la gorge, empêchant tout bruit de venir. Au cours de cette secousse, le cercle magique qui était dans l'air a pris contact avec son bras, donnant une douleur piquante. Après toutes ces actions, le démon de gauche a finalement atteint le sol qui a été suivi d'un coup de couteau au cœur. Le démon féminin s'est tourné pour courir seulement pour glisser sur son propre sang. Elle a à peine eu le temps de regarder en arrière alors que le bord de la lame disparaît dans son cou et émerge de l'autre côté. Tout son monde a commencé à tourner à l'envers et tourbillonner pendant qu'il s'estompait dans l'obscurité alors que sa tête tombait au sol et roulait avant de s'arrêter.
Il a dû trouver les autres et les libérer, tuant chacun de ces fils de putes en chemin. | Name - Luciel K. Lumiere
Age - Appears early 20s (Likely late 20s)
Breed - Halfbreed (Fiend bloodline)
Luciel stands at 5'10 with thick shoulder-length blonde hair and hazel eyes. Clean and smooth complexion save for freckles. Luciel sports four horns as well as the start of branching antlers, these are kept loosely bound with long strips of cloth which hold an array of symbols and Latin phrases painted in blood. The phrases depict a wide variety of prayers, though the symbols meld together like their own shapeless language which many suspect is demonic script.
Wide pupils constrict vertically into cat-like slits rather than simply narrowing, and reverse in reaction to darkness. Ironically, Luciel is far from a fan of bright light for this reason as it steals color from his vision in return for exceptional sight in low light settings.
Luciel speaks with as little mouth movement, accentuated upper and lower K9 fangs only hinting to the vicious maw behind them. With elastic properties to his facial skin around his double-jointed jaw, the rows of teeth continue another inch back. A bite from Luciel would be equally as horrifying as painful.
Lastly, slender fingers are armored especially around the tips with pale claws. The real oddity is how clean and filed they're kept, leaving them smooth and blunt to the touch...though they have a nasty habit of rapid growth back to razor sharpness if not tended to as religiously as Luciel keeps them.
In a slightly androgynous way, Luciel could be considered beautiful if the eye is willing to look past their monstrous features.
Luciel prefers an attire that resembles cloth, though is silken smooth. Form fitting though humble in its color resembling dried blood with his hues of faded crimson and charcoal black. The shawl worn over the suit holds an addition resembling a collar of burnt silver with a similar fastener linked to a ring around his shoulders.
The suit, itself has no pockets and the lower section integrates built in boots with flat 2-inch boot heels. It's unclear how this attire is put on or taken off, though the silver collar appears to be independent of the ensemble.
The quiet type, Luciel keeps to himself as he is wholly aware of what he is mostly out of fear of humans. This could be considered a predisposition, though his understanding nature reflects the notion to instead paint the situation as an unwillingness to unnerve humans with his appearance...and behavior.
Somewhere in the wasteland, Luciel found what some know as 'God', and his faith pulled him back from the sadistically feral blood that burns in his veins. Indefatigable purpose, empathy and a goal to aid the ailing currently staves off the monster that screams to maul humans and devour their flesh at every given second of every day. Because of this, his worship is obscenely odd and involves acts akin to the live sacrifice of animals, prayer/meditation, dancing in the moonlight (rarely naked) and 'sealing' (entering a trance to scribe the script into strips of cloth which adorn his horns and antlers).
Getting past his quirks, Luciel is a fan of company, though is a man of few words or facial emotions but is eager to serve human guests. His sense of humor can be seen as inappropriate or dark at times, but he means well and simply hasn't had much interaction with humans.
However, his greatest flaw is a vow of pacifism which some would see as his most honorable quality; an unconditional refusal to take life. Though he is far more than capable of defending himself and others with his qualities that separate him from humanity, the idea of drawing blood and being lost to bloodlust is a risk he refuses to take.
The events leading up to Luciel's birth are detailed in ways that have no business being recalled in text. A young woman bore the child of a horrific demon, a process that killed her in the process, leaving her older brother in possession of an abomination that spat in the face of God and Man. However, the small monster was still the last shred of family he had left. Whether it was this realization or simply beholding the unholy bridge between mankind and demons, he was driven into what the rest of his tribe described as madness. While he was ordered by the elders to dash the monster upon rocks and be done with the nightmare, he resisted and foolishly fled with everything his arms could carry, his or not.
My father was a good man. He taught me about the world and how we were the children of the earth and were born to live in fear. How to hunt in spite of my protest, how to harvest crops from the unbroken world...how to hide. I was great at hiding. We would play games where I would hide in the forest for days and father couldn't find me! It was in the woods where I truly learned how to play hide-and-seek with the beasts. Many ran from me, but the biggest one!
The biggest one had horns higher than I could reach! It had three eyes and fangs as big as my arms with HUGE claws! It was so cool! It roared so loud it shook the trees and my own shriek barely made the grass quiver, though that was probably the wind. I wanted it to make the sound again, to stay and tell me what else it knew...but it just...left.
It was years later that I realized how they all leave...
My father was my uncle, some madman who abandoned me in the woods time and time again to be eaten by the beasts who instigated my life. I learned this from an old man wandering the wastes when he found me over my uncle's corpse. Knife still in his hand and slashes across his arms and throat. The old man seemed to know him. More surprisingly, he knew me, told me how I was the child of the devil who killed dozens of those he loved. After an old word used to name the monster, the old man named me 'Luciel' before handing me a silver crucifix, saying that it would protect me.
Truly, he did not care what became of me, or even himself from the look in his eyes. He simply lost too much to have a handle on his old life. I followed him for a distance with everything my arms could carry and whatever I could fit in uncle's backpack in spite of his shouts to leave him be or what books he threw at me.
I...just didn't want to be alone. Even if it meant being at a distance and hated.
Weeks in, the man relented and taught me of the books he carried, the hope in the pages and its message for mankind and the mankind within me. He told me the truth of the world, and each syllable made me hate the man who had lied to me, stole me from my home and abandoned me in the woods countless times.
The old man also taught me about forgiveness...and gratitude. Without the evil and sacrifice of one man, I would have been dead before my eyes even opened. Regardless of the decade that followed and my life before, the few weeks I spent with the old man made me feel a part of something, as though I belonged.
Shouting matches with beasts, my first kill to protect the man...I understood prayer and it saved me from what I had almost become. I never wanted to be lost to the madness that left me in fits of manic hysteria like some rabid animal. I learned that believing in something had more power than what the true 'nothing' could actually provide. So after my trials and seeing the man disappear into the waterfall of sanctuary from afar, the old questions stung for only the moment it took for me to swallow and steal my resolve and begin building a shelter.
Do I believe in God?
No.
Humans are their own gods. Monsters only have demons.
And I made my choice of which one I wanted to be.
The Fiend blood that runs through Luciel gave him an innate skill in dark magic, though through conviction and faith, the darkness was bent across its own spectrum of physical manipulation, giving birth to light magic. This light magic has few but powerful spells focused on mending and protecting.
While Luciel wields these 'miracles', he is well aware of their origins. Demons bent the material plane to exact fear and devastation upon mankind in ways he seeks to undo through the base spell's understanding.
Luciel's most powerful and frequently casted spell. The translation roughly comes out as 'Loom'.
The intent is to stitch organic matter back together by binding wounds with seemingly golden threads and imbuing flesh with radiant energy which forces the body to quickly heal wounds at speeds that can be visibly observed. Though the whole casting may take anywhere from a few seconds to a minute depending on the severity of the wound, this spell has the capability to mend bone and knit muscle together to the extent of potentially reattaching severed limbs.
- This spell will not restore blood loss.
- Only good for one wound at a time and requires both hands and concentration.
- Can be used to mitigate damage from poison by forcing the victim's body to heal through the poison's effect until it is worked out of the body, naturally. This process can take a long time and is anything but pleasant.
- Therapy from the spell can ease back pain and arthritis brought about by aging, but cannot cure cancer or other diseases that have reemerged and now limit the human life span.
A more diverse form of 'Repth' that is less focused, though the general nature grants surprising benefits. Translated as 'Inspire'.
The expelled energy finds its way into nearby targets in a burst to swiftly boost metabolism with the buffer of magic, granting a significant hike to stamina, endurance and strength. While a side effect enhances the body's natural healing process, this is hardly enough to matter in the heat of combat.
- Good for moral as it temporarily sates fatigue.
- Requires both hands to channel and for targets to remain within 30ft for full effect.
- Doesn't so much bolster strength as it does allow fighters to put everything into every swing with little recovery.
A self-defense spell which vaguely translates to 'Burden'.
While will and spirit can carry a heart as far as legs wish, the spell is the closest to the darkness that Luciel dares to venture. The spell causes natural acids to build up in muscles at an alarming rate by hindering muscle's metabolism rates. The effect quickly tires victims and subjects them to cramps from continued strenuous activity such as running or fighting. The spell cannot be made fatal, and its result heavily depends on the actions of the afflicted.
- Can be cast with one hand, allowing two targets at once.
- Accumulation of amino acids in muscles cause targets to tire 5-10 times as fast. This does not target the heart or lungs but simply persists through concentration until canceled or the target collapses from their muscles simply failing to hold them up any longer.
- Luciel takes no pleasure in the use of the spell, and it is used mainly in self defense to dissuade pursuers or attackers.
- Highly ineffective against ranged attackers who simply need to pull and release a bowstring.
- Highly effective against attackers who need to get close with heavy armor and weapons.
- Spell cannot be focused with both hands to increase the effect. The spell magically stops a bodily function, not reverse it.
- Hearty targets can resist the effect for longer.
- Will probably just piss off greater demons.
Misc
- Usually ignored by some demons such as Fiends which he has a...strange...understanding with, even though they're regarded as one of the more vicious and merciless of beasts.
-Unarmed save for a blunt dagger he uses to harvest wild produce as well as an 'ancient' silver crucifix passed down in his family...and tough antlers, horns, an array of sharp teeth and claws (assuming he lets them grow). |
53,486 | 1,457 | 79 | 1,295 | 125 | Nous devrions probablement obtenir ce dont nous avons besoin et revenir bientôt, juste au cas où une tempête frapperait. Je préfère ne pas être piégé dans cette maison avec un corps mort si le temps devient mauvais, le moineau rit, se retournant vers Adam avec un sourire sur le visage.
Je veux dire, ce ne serait pas si mauvais, Adam a répondu avec un petit sourire. Puis, se rappelant le corps à l'étage et à quel point il avait faim il se secoue la tête.. On ferait mieux d'y aller.
"Vous avez raison," Sparrow dit, se tournant vers Adam avec un sourire, "Ça ne serait vraiment pas mauvais du tout." La fille sourit, atteignant et prenant la main d'Adam, le tirant plus près. Si vous voulez rester dehors plus longtemps, nous pourrions aller voir s'il y a d'autres camps près d'ici? J'aimerais passer plus de temps ensemble avant de revenir en arrière.
Malgré un battement de cœur déjà rapide en raison de sa physiologie démoniaque, le cœur d'Adam commence à battre encore plus vite que Sparrow le rapproche. Un sourire nerveux tord les lèvres et s'accompagne d'un rire tout aussi nerveux avant qu'il ne cligne la tête. J'aimerais vraiment passer plus de temps avec vous. Je ferai n'importe quoi tant que je le ferai avec toi, il s'installe enfin.
Avec ardeur dans sa voix Sparrow dit, "off sur une autre aventure!" Elle marche sur le côté, faisant son chemin autour d'Adam et puis attrape ses livres hors du canapé. Un instant, elle s'arrête, les yeux scrutent la pièce. Rien d'autre d'utile ne lui sort, donc elle fait son chemin vers la porte, impatiente de trouver un autre endroit à explorer. À l'extérieur, elle saute sur les marches avant de la maison, atterrissant avec des rires dans un nuage de poussière sur le sol. Son rire va des rires joyeux à la toux alors qu'elle respire dans la poussière. Adam apparaît derrière elle, sa main la frottant pour essayer de l'aider à arrêter de tousser. Avant qu'il n'ait un mot dans ses arrêts de toux et qu'elle sourie.
"Laissez-nous aller vers l'est." Si la maison dans laquelle j'ai grandi n'a pas été détruite, c'est comme ça.
Vous avez vécu près du Sanctuaire?
Eh bien, ce n'est pas si proche. Ce sera un peu une promenade, mais je suis sûr que nous y arriverons éventuellement. De plus, plus ça prend de temps, plus nous aurons de temps à passer ensemble.
Au-dessus d'eux, les nuages se déplacent rapidement dans le ciel, de fortes rafales de vent les propulsant vers l'avant. Au loin, un animal hurle. Le moineau fléchit les yeux pendant qu'elle marche, le rythme cardiaque s'accélère. Elle se tourne vers Adam, cherchant une sorte de réconfort auprès de lui. Sa main prend instinctivement la sienne et elle se détend un peu pendant qu'il la presse doucement, se sentant plus en sécurité avec la connaissance qu'il serait là pour veiller sur elle.
Donc, ce que tu m'as dit tout à l'heure, à propos d'être un démon, c'était tout vrai?
Ah, oui. C'est vrai, il a parlé. Je suppose que je suis un démon raté, parce que je suis ici avec vous.
Je ne sais pas à propos de l'échec, ce que tu as fait tout à l'heure était vraiment effrayant, et tu avais l'air complètement différent... Je veux dire vraiment si les démons essayaient de faire d'un de leur genre une créature convaincante comme un être humain, ils auraient à lui donner une sorte d'émotions, sinon il ne serait jamais en mesure de se rapprocher de nous." Elle s'échauffe d'une manière nonchalante. J'ai entendu dire que les démons sentaient la peur, est-ce une chose? J'ai pensé que ce n'était pas réel, juste quelque chose que nous disons aux petits pour qu'ils agissent courageux, mais maintenant j'ai quelqu'un que je peux demander réel!
Adam hoche la tête avant de répondre, elle a fait une bonne remarque. Quand je veux dire que j'ai échoué, je ne pense pas qu'ils voulaient que j'aie des émotions. C'est quelque chose qu'ils n'ont pas pensé.
"Oh, je vois."Le moineau porte ses lèvres, les yeux fléchissant entre Adam et le sol de la forêt pendant qu'ils marchent. Si elle était capable de bloquer l'idée que son amie était cette créature terrifiante avec des griffes et une queue, il était facile pour elle de lui parler, ou même de plaisanter sur ce « côté démon » de lui, mais si elle laissait la réalité de la situation couler dans elle était tout à fait sûr qu'elle serait effrayée par ses esprits et ne voulait rien faire avec lui.
Et nous ne pouvons pas sentir les émotions, Adam continue avec un ronflement. Mais nous pouvons sentir des choses qui nous disent que vous ressentez. Comme en ce moment, je peux te sentir transpirer et j'entends ton cœur battre à un rythme qu'il ne devrait pas être. Pourquoi es-tu nerveux? ► Un sourire doux apparaît sur ses lèvres, semblant vouloir vraiment savoir ce qui a déclenché la réaction en elle. Avec sa question, les joues de Sparrow deviennent rouges, un autre signe révélateur de nervosité chez les humains.
"C'est un peu compliqué, je suppose. Une partie de cela est que je ne suis pas vraiment sûr de ce que je ressens plus tôt. Si quelqu'un du garde de la maison découvre pour vous, le meilleur scénario qu'ils vous feront sortir et je ne vous reverrai plus jamais. Et c'est le résultat le plus positif que je puisse voir se produire." Ses yeux baissent et elle fronce. "Je ne veux pas penser à ce que d'autres choses pourraient arriver. Notre roi est très favorable, mais s'ils pensent que vous êtes vraiment un démon déguisé et que vous voulez dire les gens dans le sanctuaire n'importe quel mal... ils pourraient essayer de vous tuer."
Sa voix adoucit à peine un murmure, s'enfuyant à la fin, et ses yeux se ferment un moment, le monde semble geler en place tout autour d'eux. Pas d'oiseaux, pas de brise bruissent les arbres, pas d'insectes bourdonnent. Sparrow se tourne vers Adam, ses yeux se lèvent pour rencontrer les siens. Il écoutait, elle pouvait le dire par la façon dont il rencontrait son regard. Ses yeux ne fléchissent jamais. C'était un bon auditeur, elle le savait. "Je ne sais pas pourquoi, mais je ne supporte pas l'idée que quelqu'un essaie de te blesser. Tu n'es pas maléfique. Tu n'es pas comme ceux qui essaient de percer nos portes. Vous êtes gentil et patient, drôle et aimant. J'aimerais que d'autres puissent voir ce que vous êtes vraiment et comprendre que ne pas être humain ne signifie pas que vous n'êtes pas plus qu'une créature maléfique."
À la fille surprise ses paroles sont rencontrées avec des questions d'Adam, mais pas celles qu'elle attendait. « C'est exactement ce à quoi je pensais avant d'entrer dans le Sanctuaire. La dernière fois que j'y ai pensé, je n'avais aucune raison de craindre ma fin. Mais j'ai une autre question. Qu'est-ce que «la bonté», «le patient» et «l'amour»?»
Sparrow porte ses lèvres, cherchant son cerveau pour une façon simple d'expliquer les émotions qui lui sont venues si naturellement. "Kind est... c'est comme quand tu m'as sauvé plus tôt des démons. Habituellement, lorsque vous êtes gentil pour quelqu'un que vous aidez avec quelque chose ou faire quelque chose pour eux, il est attentionné pour les autres." Elle s'arrête pour identifier quand Adam avait été patient avec elle, puisque c'était la deuxième chose qu'il a demandé.
Après un battement, elle grince et touche doucement le bout des doigts à l'ecchymose pourpre profonde sur son front. "Tu étais gentil et attentionné quand tu m'as aidée après que j'aie frappé la tête, et puis j'ai été patient alors que j'ai ajouté un autre retard pour nous sortir de la ville. Je suppose que la patience attend un autre sans être contrarié, ou les aider à saisir quelque chose que vous avez essayé de leur faire comprendre une fois déjà et ne pas être en colère à son sujet. »
Et affectueux. Aimer c'est... Son souffle s'accroche à sa gorge, et son cœur semble sauter un battement alors qu'elle prend les deux mains d'Adam dans sa propre. "Quand on aime quelqu'un... on fait parfois ça-" Elle presse ses lèvres contre les siennes. Il ne dure qu'un moment, mais dans ce moment le temps s'arrête, et Adams corps est immobile sous son toucher. Ses mains libèrent le sien et tournent autour de son cou. Quand elle recule ses joues sont teintées de rose et elle le regarde avec un petit sourire sur ses lèvres. Devant son expression Adams est une expression de choc, et la déception remplit les yeux de Sparrows.
"Qu'est-ce que c'était?" Adam demande, stupéfait. "Pourquoi es-tu rose? Pourquoi c'était si... gentil? Qu'est-ce que je devais faire? Je ne sais pas ce que c'était, mais je veux le refaire."
Encore?Le moineau lève un sourcil, riant un peu que toute nervosité disparaît et qu'elle serre les mains devant son corps. « C'était un baiser », explique-t-elle. « C'est censé se sentir bien, au moins c'est habituellement le cas si vous vous souciez beaucoup de la personne. Essayez de vous détendre, je sais que vous avez l'instinct humain quelque part là-dedans, laissez vos sentiments vous dire quoi faire. Ça devrait être naturel, comme si c'était censé arriver." Ses yeux contemplent le sien alors qu'elle se penche une fois de plus, leurs lèvres se brossant doucement un moment avant qu'elle ne recule. Avec les joues roses, les cheveux tombant dans son visage, et les yeux éblouissants Sparrow le regarde pour une réaction de toute sorte. "Comment c'était? Toujours bon?"
Adam est silencieux pendant un moment quand Sparrow s'éloigne, puis tout à la fois elle met ses mains autour de sa taille et la tire près d'elle, connectant une fois de plus leurs lèvres. Il l'embrasse, chaque nerf dans son corps lui disant ses sentiments ne sont pas faux, que tout est juste. Il clique en lui puis, dans son cœur, dans son cœur, il n'était pas un démon. | NAME
born ariel lin, but has been called sparrow her entire life
AGE
somewhere in her late teens, likely eighteen or nineteen
BREED
entirely human
PERSONALITY
-charismatic -naive
-idealistic -obsessive
-forgiving -passionate
BIOGRAPHY
Oddly enough, Sparrow had a fairly normal childhood. Well, as normal of a childhood as she could have while growing up in the apocalypse. Her parents were loving, patient, and kind, and while she was raised within the confines of a small home in the middle of nowhere, she was a happy child. Her grandfather had built the small home where she was raised in the middle of the woods, hoping to make it a safe place for future generations, and so it was, until the attacks started happening. Her grandparents had long since passed, and Sparrow was somewhere around ten when the first attack happened. The demons took her mother and left young Sparrow with her father. The heartbroken two left their home in search of a safe place. A sanctuary.
They joined the residents of Sanctuary and have been with them ever since. Sparrow's father took the job of a guard, and once old enough Sparrow started working in the kitchens.
MISC.
-sparrow is way too trusting and likes to think there is good in everyone |
53,487 | 1,457 | 80 | 1,383 | 153 | Sylvia tourne son éblouissement de Brielle à Luciel puis à l'énorme sac, elle donne un soupir d'ennui et des gestes pour que deux gardes viennent s'occuper des provisions offertes par le démon. Deux gardes puissants viennent de chaque côté de la salle à manger et ont lutté pour que le sac ait besoin d'aide supplémentaire. Sylvia pince impatiemment le pont de son nez et attend que ses nouvelles charges décident où elles veulent aller ensuite.
Ayailla a pris note de la façon dont Luciel semblait répondre quand elle et le grand homme humain ont parlé de leur passé. Elle n'avait jamais gardé aucun de ses sentiments quand elle a parlé avec sa mère mais quand elle l'a fait avec Luciel, il semblait avoir pris le dos. Aya a également noté que les humains semblaient avoir une poussée agressive même envers d'autres humains, elle ne pouvait pas s'empêcher de se demander si les demi-démons avaient plus d'humanité alors ils l'ont fait.
Comme Luciel a pris son congé de la salle Aya se tourna vers l'homme et la femme et a donné un curtsy comme les humains dans les livres qu'elle lisait a fait. "Bon jour", elle a offert alors qu'elle se tournait pour s'enfuir pour attraper Luciel. Sylvia donne un regard de plus Brielle, « Nous avons tous des tâches à accomplir afin de maintenir cet endroit en marche. Ne soyez pas complaisante », dit-elle doucement et suit rapidement les deux mutants.
Aya marche au rythme de l'autre demi-démon pas sûr d'où il se dirige, elle regarde sa nouvelle connaissance et sourit. "J'espère que ça ne vous dérange pas que je vous accompagne un petit moment, ces humains sont umm... violemment imprévisibles ou peut-être imprudemment violents." Elle regarde en arrière pour voir si Sylvia était assez proche pour entendre sa remarque et a en effet trouvé qu'elle était, cependant, l'homme semblait pas en phase alors qu'elle suivait consciencieusement ses accusations. Le demi-démon revient à Luciel et dit : « Je m'excuse si j'étais trop en avant là-bas, je n'ai pas beaucoup d'expérience à parler avec les autres. » | Name - Ayailla (Aya for short)
Age - around early to mid 20's
Breed - half-breed
Personality - She keeps to herself since she has no experience outside of her family, she could be cold at time, if only for her lack of social skills. Aya would love friends and maybe loyal to them, however, she could only speculate.
Bio- Ayailla was raised by her human mother, Alana, who self exiled herself from her clan when Aya was born. This action saved her daughters life, who would have been killed if she had stayed any longer. Together with Ayailla's father the small family roamed the ruins of civilization and survived. Even if the mother and father never have love for each other they made it work for the daughter.
Around the time Aya was 10 her father, Percy, had went hunting and never returned. Aya and her mother could only come to the conclusion that he had either ran into a full blown demon or a clan of humans that had the numbers to take him down. Aya's mother was sadden but did not let this hinder her from doing her job, surviving and providing some sort of future for her daughter. However, Aya took it pretty hard for a while but do to her her surrounding she wasn't able to hold on to her grief for too long.
As Ayailla grew so did her demon features, her tail and horns grew and red scales began to appeared throughout her body. She began to show the same abilities as her father, creating fire and being able to shape and manipulate it. She was becoming stronger as her demon blood began to take over, however, she never let herself believe she was a bad person just because her demon heritage. She instead used her never ending energy to help her mother and took on the responsibilities that her father had left behind.
When Aya grew into adult-hood, she had to say good bye to her mother as she was suddenly taken by sickness. She took only the things she needed and lft her former home behind, the only thing she had of her mothers was a locket she always loved.
Misc - has a locket that when open plays a lullaby, this was a gift from her mother, in side is a lock of her mothers hair tied in a blue bow.
Lullaby |
53,488 | 1,457 | 81 | 2,663 | 35 | Eden s'est dirigé vers Brielle et a posé calmement sa main sur son épaule. "Nous devrions nous mettre sur le chemin du poivre." C'était une remarque stupide, mais elle avait beaucoup d'émotion derrière elle. Un surnom mignon qu'il lui avait donné quand il était enfant et qu'il l'utilisait chaque fois qu'il sentait son tempérament ou son anxiété monter. Il lui sourit et lui fit un geste pour qu'elle vienne sur le chemin de l'école.
Ce n'étaient que les deux maintenant, mis à part les quelques bouts de citoyens qu'ils ont passés et il s'est tourné vers elle et a tenté de faire un lien. Alors c'était quoi tout ça là-bas? Tu traînes avec une moitié de race et tout? C'était un peu... un peu déplacé. Je parie que les gens vont poser des questions plus tard si quelqu'un est au courant de ce qu'il est. | Name
Eden Brown
Age
21
Species
Human
Gender
Male
Description
Eden has a long and lean frame and stands at a height of 6'1 when standing up straight, but he has a very heavy tendency to slouch which makes him appear an inch or so shorter. He has dark brown dreadlocks that he wears in two styles, down or in a nice ponytail. He has brown eyes, a pale complexion and is generally considered very average in appearance.
Personality
Eden is a humble soul who enjoys bringing smiles to all. He is very loyal to those he has formed relationships with and will go the extra mile to ensure that they are well cared for. He is fairly educated and is somewhat of a genius when it comes to attempting to decipher what old world artifacts wouldve previously been, as long as it isnt too complicated.
Bio
Eden never really got the chance to know his parents like many other children did. What is known of them and their time in sanctuary is very little. As far as he knows his mother and father were travelers who wandered the world not knowing who to trust or where they could stay for long. Unlike many orphans who lost their parents to demons, Eden's parents abandoned him during early infancy at entrance to Sanctuary. And from there he was raised among the people of Sanctuary as if they were his own family. For a long while, many speculated that Eden's mother and father had been demons in disguise sent pretend to be a couple in need looking for a place to stay for the night, and had left Eden as some sort of trap. However, as Eden grew over time and showed no signs of being a demon this theory soon disappeared.
When Eden came of age to finally put his effort into the community he wanted to return what the residents had done for him. So he decided to take up the work as a teenager to watch over the younger children and teach them, and after a few years when he became an adult, he was selected to be one of the few trainers for the children. Now he lives his days out helping those in need, he is always willing to take on jobs that aren't his own if it means to return a favor.
Secrets
-Wears the only trinket his mother and father left him with, a necklace with a strange crystal on it.
-He enjoys poking around for things related to the past, more specifically anything music related.
-Spends most of his time at night singing alone somewhere where not many can hear him. |
53,489 | 1,457 | 82 | 1,316 | 226 | Elle s'élargit alors qu'elle s'aperçoit que le mulet venait à sa défense, ses lèvres se séparaient légèrement en inhalant un souffle surpris. Brielle a ensuite croisé les bras, et a laissé l'haleine s'éteindre lentement à travers ses narines. Il l'a ensuite remerciée pour le petit déjeuner, et s'est enfuie - son nouvel ami trouvé faisant de même. Brielle hoche la tête en reconnaissance à la femelle, et la regarde rattraper Lucile. Son attention revenant sur la déclaration douce de Sylvia, Brielle n'a rien dit d'autre que de garder un regard sévère sur l'autre femelle. Le fermoir d'une main l'a fait sortir du regard silencieux, elle a hurlé à sa déclaration ronflant au surnom archaïque, et s'est tournée pour le suivre. Enfin, elle les a vus s'en aller. Un sentiment de regret la remplit légèrement.
Alors c'était quoi tout ça là-bas? Tu traînes avec une moitié de race et tout? C'était un peu... un peu déplacé. Je parie que les gens vont poser des questions plus tard si quelqu'un est au courant de ce qu'il est.
"Je n'appellerais pas ça traîner dehors", soupira-t-elle, enlevant sa bande de tête et en courant ses doigts à travers ses serrures sombres. Démêlant quelques nœuds avant de continuer "J'ai été envoyé à la chasse ce matin, et en attendant - il vient en marchant vers le Sanctuaire, et je l'ai escorté. Il l'a défendu contre Derrick, qui essayait de prendre toutes ses affaires. Ce n'est pas mon boulot de le garder..." Elle s'est cognée à la fin, et a glissé son bandeau en arrière. En regardant Eden, « penses-tu qu'on devrait leur faire confiance? » Sa voix était silencieuse avec incertitude « Je ne peux pas m'aider, mais je me sens toujours si en colère envers eux - même si ce ne sont pas ceux qui ont tué ma famille. » | Name: Ysran Stormreach. He doesn't really know his name, so he just threw a few things together.
Age: Around late 20's
Breed: Human. However, demonic exposure has transformed his ears. Many think he is a half-breed.
Personality: Could be described as "Neutral Evil," He isn't explicitly evil, as in, he won't burn down buildings or terrorize people, but in the pursuit of knowledge and power, no price is to great to pay, even if it means resorting to things others may find "Evil"
Equipment: Ysran carries a pack of ritual materials and demonic texts. He also carries a Machete.
Bio: Ysran, or at least that's what he's gone to calling himself now, was a very smart child. He learned to read from his parents, and how to survive out in the wilderness. Because that's where he lived. He lived with a group of humans who were just trying to survive. Yet in his 15th year his entire tribe was destroyed by the demons.
A normal human would have ran, but Ysran was... Fascinated. He stared on, half terrified, half in wonder, as everyone was slaughtered. Yet when a rather human-like demon appeared to finish him, he asked to learn from them. The demons took a great interest in him. A human who would willingly work with them in the pursuit of knowledge. Surprisingly, they accepted his offer.
Forming a pact with them, he would be granted knowledge and demonic power, in exchange for information on how humans lived. How did they interact with each other? How did they make their weapons? The same way they did? These particular set of demons wanted to know, and were willing to offer power. Ysran accepted, and began to slowly return info to the group. He was then told of a place called "Sanctuary". A large congregation of humans? Perfect. He could learn much. He set out, seeking to know what awaits him.
Ysran was granted a small list of spell-like abilities:
A ball of dark energy capable of delivering quite a bit of force, about enough to go through a door. Against living targets, this can knock people down, and it terms of damage, it would take 2-3 to kill a normal person as the darkness burns like a strong acid. You're basically being hit with a bowling ball made of acid.
Attracts all manner of fish and sometimes other aquatic creatures to a singular point. The range can vary from a few inches to several feet.
A zombie-like minion is summoned to do Ysran's bidding. It can follow simple commands such as "Hold this" or "Go there". If told to, the Shambler will follow another person's commands until told otherwise by Ysran. It prioritizes Ysran's commands first. here's a pic.
A fish (or other aquatic creature) is summoned much like a Shambler. These can be anything from a goldfish, to a Great White Shark. However the general rule is, the bigger the creature, the shorter time it has before it is unsummoned. This can be delayed, but requires great concentration from Ysran.
Creates a layer of Scale-like armor around the skin. It doesn't turn your skin into scales,it just created a layer of them on top of the skin. Greater Fishscales is stronger, but normal Fishscales can be cast on others.
Can heal most wounds, poisons, and some diseases. This spell however costs quite a bit of mana, and spell casting time can take a while.
Fills an opponent's lungs with water, drowning them. However first, Ysran must mentally overcome his opponent. The spell also takes a moment to cast, and only lasts as long as Ysran concentrates.
Ysran sends forth a black smokescreen, and all that see within are shown monstrous, disgusting versions of their worst fears come to life. This usually makes people run away, or cower in fear.
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Name
Eden Brown
Age
21
Species
Human
Gender
Male
Description
Eden has a long and lean frame and stands at a height of 6'1 when standing up straight, but he has a very heavy tendency to slouch which makes him appear an inch or so shorter. He has dark brown dreadlocks that he wears in two styles, down or in a nice ponytail. He has brown eyes, a pale complexion and is generally considered very average in appearance.
Personality
Eden is a humble soul who enjoys bringing smiles to all. He is very loyal to those he has formed relationships with and will go the extra mile to ensure that they are well cared for. He is fairly educated and is somewhat of a genius when it comes to attempting to decipher what old world artifacts wouldve previously been, as long as it isnt too complicated.
Bio
Eden never really got the chance to know his parents like many other children did. What is known of them and their time in sanctuary is very little. As far as he knows his mother and father were travelers who wandered the world not knowing who to trust or where they could stay for long. Unlike many orphans who lost their parents to demons, Eden's parents abandoned him during early infancy at entrance to Sanctuary. And from there he was raised among the people of Sanctuary as if they were his own family. For a long while, many speculated that Eden's mother and father had been demons in disguise sent pretend to be a couple in need looking for a place to stay for the night, and had left Eden as some sort of trap. However, as Eden grew over time and showed no signs of being a demon this theory soon disappeared.
When Eden came of age to finally put his effort into the community he wanted to return what the residents had done for him. So he decided to take up the work as a teenager to watch over the younger children and teach them, and after a few years when he became an adult, he was selected to be one of the few trainers for the children. Now he lives his days out helping those in need, he is always willing to take on jobs that aren't his own if it means to return a favor.
Secrets
-Wears the only trinket his mother and father left him with, a necklace with a strange crystal on it.
-He enjoys poking around for things related to the past, more specifically anything music related.
-Spends most of his time at night singing alone somewhere where not many can hear him.
-The Sanctuary
"Haha! Ha...haha...no, I-I'm human! Just like you!"
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Name
061001 - Adam Willius
Age
Unknown, seems in late teens/early twenties
Breed
Demon
Gender
Male
Description
In his human form, Adam stands at 5'7" with light brown hair and lovely green eyes. His skin in this form is a nice pale.
In his demon form, Adam stands at 6'3" with white strands of hair and crimson red eyes. His skin in this form is ghostly white.
Personality
While he appears human, Adam is very kind and passionate about protecting others. He appears especially attractive and innocent. While human, Adam is loving and listens very well. He seems like the perfect nice person. He is silly, and everything a shy and innocent person would be.
However, when he is in his demon form he is the opposite. He is cruel, terrible, and terrifying. He'll protect those who he deems worthy of protecting, but he is mostly uncontrollable and chaotic while in this mode. He's unpredictable.
Backstory
The demons were getting smarter. More clever. They wanted a way to create more of themselves that looked human. So they did. They took what was needed to create a demon, and placed it into the body of a human. The result was Adam.
But Adam was a failure. He didn't want to hurt the humans, he wanted to protect them. He felt...emotions. He was lucky he had his demon form, and he fought his demon parents off. Killed them, and then set out on his own. Did he want...closure? A home? A family? Being a human is confusing. After finding a few and (secretly) learning from them, he's gotten the hang of it. Now, he's one his way to The Sanctuary. He just hopes they don't murder him.
Misc
-In human form, he carries two daggers made from his parent's bones
-Adam finds humans interesting, so if he's to be with one romantically he doesn't care their sex
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NAME
born ariel lin, but has been called sparrow her entire life
AGE
somewhere in her late teens, likely eighteen or nineteen
BREED
entirely human
PERSONALITY
-charismatic -naive
-idealistic -obsessive
-forgiving -passionate
BIOGRAPHY
Oddly enough, Sparrow had a fairly normal childhood. Well, as normal of a childhood as she could have while growing up in the apocalypse. Her parents were loving, patient, and kind, and while she was raised within the confines of a small home in the middle of nowhere, she was a happy child. Her grandfather had built the small home where she was raised in the middle of the woods, hoping to make it a safe place for future generations, and so it was, until the attacks started happening. Her grandparents had long since passed, and Sparrow was somewhere around ten when the first attack happened. The demons took her mother and left young Sparrow with her father. The heartbroken two left their home in search of a safe place. A sanctuary.
They joined the residents of Sanctuary and have been with them ever since. Sparrow's father took the job of a guard, and once old enough Sparrow started working in the kitchens.
MISC.
-sparrow is way too trusting and likes to think there is good in everyone
- Name - Luciel K. Lumiere
Age - Appears early 20s
Breed - Halfbreed (Fiend bloodline)
Luciel stands at 5'10 with thick shoulder-length blonde hair and hazel eyes. Clean and smooth complexion save for freckles. Luciel sports four horns as well as the start of branching antlers, these are kept loosely bound with long strips of cloth which hold an array of symbols and Latin phrases painted in blood. The phrases depict a wide variety of prayers, though the symbols meld together like their own shapeless language which many suspect is demonic script.
Wide pupils constrict vertically into cat-like slits rather than simply narrowing, and reverse in reaction to darkness. Ironically, Luciel is far from a fan of bright light for this reason as it steals color from his vision in return for exceptional sight in low light settings.
Luciel speaks with as little mouth movement, accentuated upper and lower K9 fangs only hinting to the vicious maw behind them. With elastic properties to his facial skin around his double-jointed jaw, the rows of teeth continue another inch back. A bite from Luciel would be equally as horrifying as painful.
Lastly, slender fingers are armored especially around the tips with pale claws. The real oddity is how clean and filed they're kept, leaving them smooth and blunt to the touch...though they have a nasty habit of rapid growth back to razor sharpness if not tended to as religiously as Luciel keeps them.
In a slightly androgynous way, Luciel could be considered beautiful if the eye is willing to look past their monstrous features.
Luciel prefers an attire that resembles cloth, though is silken smooth. Form fitting though humble in its color resembling dried blood with his hues of faded crimson and charcoal black. The shawl worn over the suit holds an addition resembling a collar of burnt silver with a similar fastener linked to a ring around his shoulders.
The suit, itself has no pockets and the lower section integrates built in boots with flat 2-inch boot heels. It's unclear how this attire is put on or taken off, though the silver collar appears to be independent of the ensemble.
The quiet type, Luciel keeps to himself as he is wholly aware of what he is mostly out of fear of humans. This could be considered a predisposition, though his understanding nature reflects the notion to instead paint the situation as an unwillingness to unnerve humans with his appearance...and behavior.
Somewhere in the wasteland, Luciel found what some know as 'God', and his faith pulled him back from the sadistically feral blood that burns in his veins. Indefatigable purpose, empathy and a goal to aid the ailing currently staves off the monster that screams to maul humans and devour their flesh at every given second of every day. Because of this, his worship is obscenely odd and involves acts akin to the live sacrifice of animals, prayer/meditation, dancing in the moonlight (rarely naked) and 'sealing' (entering a trance to scribe the script into strips of cloth which adorn his horns and antlers).
Getting past his quirks, Luciel is a fan of company, though is a man of few words or facial emotions but is eager to serve human guests. His sense of humor can be seen as inappropriate or dark at times, but he means well and simply hasn't had much interaction with humans.
However, his greatest flaw is a vow of pacifism which some would see as his most honorable quality; an unconditional refusal to take life. Though he is far more than capable of defending himself and others with his qualities that separate him from humanity, the idea of drawing blood and being lost to bloodlust is a risk he refuses to take.
The events leading up to Luciel's birth are detailed in ways that have no business being recalled in text. A young woman bore the child of a horrific demon, a process that killed her in the process, leaving her older brother in possession of an abomination that spat in the face of God and Man. However, the small monster was still the last shred of family he had left. Whether it was this realization or simply beholding the unholy bridge between mankind and demons, he was driven into what the rest of his tribe described as madness. While he was ordered by the elders to dash the monster upon rocks and be done with the nightmare, he resisted and foolishly fled with everything his arms could carry, his or not.
My father was a good man. He taught me about the world and how we were the children of the earth and were born to live in fear. How to hunt in spite of my protest, how to harvest crops from the unbroken world...how to hide. I was great at hiding. We would play games where I would hide in the forest for days and father couldn't find me! It was in the woods where I truly learned how to play hide-and-seek with the beasts. Many ran from me, but the biggest one!
The biggest one had horns higher than I could reach! It had three eyes and fangs as big as my arms with HUGE claws! It was so cool! It roared so loud it shook the trees and my own shriek barely made the grass quiver, though that was probably the wind. I wanted it to make the sound again, to stay and tell me what else it knew...but it just...left.
It was years later that I realized how they all leave...
My father was my uncle, some madman who abandoned me in the woods time and time again to be eaten by the beasts who instigated my life. I learned this from an old man wandering the wastes when he found me over my uncle's corpse. Knife still in his hand and slashes across his arms and throat. The old man seemed to know him. More surprisingly, he knew me, told me how I was the child of the devil who killed dozens of those he loved. After an old word used to name the monster, the old man named me 'Luciel' before handing me a silver crucifix, saying that it would protect me.
Truly, he did not care what became of me, or even himself from the look in his eyes. He simply lost too much to have a handle on his old life. I followed him for a distance with everything my arms could carry and whatever I could fit in uncle's backpack in spite of his shouts to leave him be or what books he threw at me.
I...just didn't want to be alone. Even if it meant being at a distance and hated.
Weeks in, the man relented and taught me of the books he carried, the hope in the pages and its message for mankind and the mankind within me. He told me the truth of the world, and each syllable made me hate the man who had lied to me, stole me from my home and abandoned me in the woods countless times.
The old man also taught me about forgiveness...and gratitude. Without the evil and sacrifice of one man, I would have been dead before my eyes even opened. Regardless of the decade that followed and my life before, the few weeks I spent with the old man made me feel a part of something, as though I belonged.
Shouting matches with beasts, my first kill to protect the man...I understood prayer and it saved me from what I had almost become. I never wanted to be lost to the madness that left me in fits of manic hysteria like some rabid animal. I learned that believing in something had more power than what the true 'nothing' could actually provide. So after my trials and seeing the man disappear into the waterfall of sanctuary from afar, the old questions stung for only the moment it took for me to swallow and steal my resolve and begin building a shelter.
Do I believe in God?
No.
Humans are their own gods. Monsters only have demons.
And I made my choice of which one I wanted to be.
The Fiend blood that runs through Luciel gave him an innate skill in dark magic, though through conviction and faith, the darkness was bent across its own spectrum of physical manipulation, giving birth to light magic. This light magic has few but powerful spells focused on mending and protecting.
While Luciel wields these 'miracles', he is well aware of their origins. Demons bent the material plane to exact fear and devastation upon mankind in ways he seeks to undo through the base spell's understanding.
Luciel's most powerful and frequently casted spell. The translation roughly comes out as 'Loom'.
The intent is to stitch organic matter back together by binding wounds with seemingly golden threads and imbuing flesh with radiant energy which forces the body to quickly heal wounds at speeds that can be visibly observed. Though the whole casting may take anywhere from a few seconds to a minute depending on the severity of the wound, this spell has the capability to mend bone and knit muscle together to the extent of potentially reattaching severed limbs.
- This spell will not restore blood loss.
- Only good for one wound at a time and requires both hands and concentration.
- Can be used to mitigate damage from poison by forcing the victim's body to heal through the poison's effect until it is worked out of the body, naturally. This process can take a long time and is anything but pleasant.
- Therapy from the spell can ease back pain and arthritis brought about by aging, but cannot cure cancer or other diseases that have reemerged and now limit the human life span.
A more diverse form of 'Repth' that is less focused, though the general nature grants surprising benefits. Translated as 'Inspire'.
The expelled energy finds its way into nearby targets in a burst to swiftly boost metabolism with the buffer of magic, granting a significant hike to stamina, endurance and strength. While a side effect enhances the body's natural healing process, this is hardly enough to matter in the heat of combat.
- Good for moral as it temporarily sates fatigue.
- Requires both hands to channel and for targets to remain within 30ft for full effect.
- Doesn't so much bolster strength as it does allow fighters to put everything into every swing with little recovery.
A self-defense spell which vaguely translates to 'Burden'.
While will and spirit can carry a heart as far as legs wish, the spell is the closest to the darkness that Luciel dares to venture. The spell causes natural acids to build up in muscles at an alarming rate by hindering muscle's metabolism rates. The effect quickly tires victims and subjects them to cramps from continued strenuous activity such as running or fighting. The spell cannot be made fatal, and its result heavily depends on the actions of the afflicted.
- Can be cast with one hand, allowing two targets at once.
- Accumulation of amino acids in muscles cause targets to tire 5-10 times as fast. This does not target the heart or lungs but simply persists through concentration until canceled or the target collapses from their muscles simply failing to hold them up any longer.
- Luciel takes no pleasure in the use of the spell, and it is used mainly in self defense to dissuade pursuers or attackers.
- Highly ineffective against ranged attackers who simply need to pull and release a bowstring.
- Highly effective against attackers who need to get close with heavy armor and weapons.
- Spell cannot be focused with both hands to increase the effect. The spell magically limits a bodily function, not reverse it.
- Cancelling the spell in any way restores targets to the strength they had if normal exertion was factored in...though cramps can still hurt.
- Hearty targets can resist the effect for longer.
- Will probably just piss off greater demons.
Misc
- Usually ignored by some demons such as Fiends which he has a...strange...understanding with, even though they're regarded as one of the more vicious and merciless of beasts.
-Unarmed save for a blunt dagger he uses to harvest wild produce as well as an 'ancient' silver crucifix passed down in his family...and tough antlers, horns, an array of sharp teeth and claws (assuming he lets them grow).
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AGE
37
BREED
Human
PERSONALITY
-dark -manipulative
-idealistic -obsessive
-righteous -relentless
BIOGRAPHY
He grew up on the northern monastery of the Golden Claws. It is a post apocalyptic human settlement which guards the human occupied lands of the south from northern demonic invasions. For years, since the demons stopped their invasion, there was quiet. All they had to take care of was the occasional demon which tried to pass the border or attempted to pass as a civilian. So you can't really blame them for being unprepared and overwhelmed when a sudden demon attack obliterated the whole monastery. Everyone was killed. Young and old, master and student, no one was spared from the slaughter. They could easily defend against battalions of demon foot soldiers but the thing that attacked them, that monstrosity was never seen before and the fact that it sprung up from the ground, like it was buried there for centuries and had just awoken didn't make the defending any easier.
Numenor was the only one to survive. Now his mission is to travel south, informing any and every settlement along the way of what is to come. They have to know, they have to prepare for the hell fire that is to come...
MISC. |
53,490 | 1,457 | 83 | 2,663 | 35 | Il marchait maintenant avec elle, les deux mains dans les poches avec un sentiment calme sur lui-même et il l'écoutait attentivement. Il a roulé autour de sa réponse dans sa tête pendant un certain temps laissant le silence remplir le temps pendant qu'il pensait à la façon de répondre.
« Eh bien, c'est un peu étrange de dire cela, mais peut-être devrions-nous leur faire confiance jusqu'à ce qu'ils nous donnent une raison de faire autrement. Sanctuaire est après tout appelé sanctuaire ainsi nous devrions le laisser vivre à son nom en étant une bonne hôtesse à quiconque vient à notre porte. Mais nous ne devrions pas non plus être assez naïfs pour être dupés. Peut-être devrions-nous les surveiller de près. En outre, et s'ils savent quelque chose de valeur et finissent par ne pas le partager avec nous à cause de nos actions. Peut-être qu'ils savent quelque chose sur les récentes observations. Je parie que la moitié des races sont chassées aussi souvent que les humains sont par les démons, nous devons faire que ces gars se sentent les bienvenus même si cela signifie aller contre quelque chose en lequel nous croyons. C'est aussi normal pour toi de ressentir ça et je ne te blâme pas pour ça. | Name
Eden Brown
Age
21
Species
Human
Gender
Male
Description
Eden has a long and lean frame and stands at a height of 6'1 when standing up straight, but he has a very heavy tendency to slouch which makes him appear an inch or so shorter. He has dark brown dreadlocks that he wears in two styles, down or in a nice ponytail. He has brown eyes, a pale complexion and is generally considered very average in appearance.
Personality
Eden is a humble soul who enjoys bringing smiles to all. He is very loyal to those he has formed relationships with and will go the extra mile to ensure that they are well cared for. He is fairly educated and is somewhat of a genius when it comes to attempting to decipher what old world artifacts wouldve previously been, as long as it isnt too complicated.
Bio
Eden never really got the chance to know his parents like many other children did. What is known of them and their time in sanctuary is very little. As far as he knows his mother and father were travelers who wandered the world not knowing who to trust or where they could stay for long. Unlike many orphans who lost their parents to demons, Eden's parents abandoned him during early infancy at entrance to Sanctuary. And from there he was raised among the people of Sanctuary as if they were his own family. For a long while, many speculated that Eden's mother and father had been demons in disguise sent pretend to be a couple in need looking for a place to stay for the night, and had left Eden as some sort of trap. However, as Eden grew over time and showed no signs of being a demon this theory soon disappeared.
When Eden came of age to finally put his effort into the community he wanted to return what the residents had done for him. So he decided to take up the work as a teenager to watch over the younger children and teach them, and after a few years when he became an adult, he was selected to be one of the few trainers for the children. Now he lives his days out helping those in need, he is always willing to take on jobs that aren't his own if it means to return a favor.
Secrets
-Wears the only trinket his mother and father left him with, a necklace with a strange crystal on it.
-He enjoys poking around for things related to the past, more specifically anything music related.
-Spends most of his time at night singing alone somewhere where not many can hear him. |
53,491 | 1,457 | 84 | 986 | 1,735 | En franchissant les couloirs, Luciel s'est battu pour composer ses pas qui ont trouvé un rythme délibéré puisqu'il était plus que prêt à partir, et ne voulait rien de plus que de se lancer dans un sprint. Tout cet arrangement semblait une telle perte de temps, rappelant simplement à l'humanité qu'il existait... car ils semblaient n'avoir aucun intérêt pour la compassion ou la coexistence. Ses pas ralentissaient presque jusqu'à un arrêt, marchant dans la direction d'où il venait dans l'espoir de trouver la porte principale. Aussi grande qu'une conversation qu'il plongeait, la nature de l'événement et même ses émotions l'ébranlaient.
Luciel sauta alors qu'Aya parlait, un clic d'un creak se levant de ses mains alors que sa tête filait pour trouver l'autre métisse. "I-Iz bien..." sa voix douce comme il a laissé son accent pousser une fois de plus à la surface. "Je me laisse aller, avant d'être dévalisé ou chassé" le clerc démoniaque s'est branlé, en récupérant ses mains pour abandonner le crucifix d'argent assez longtemps pour regarder par-dessus ses mains. Le stress avait déjà été suffisant pour que son sang fasse entrer les bouts dans des armes maintenant viables. Ils ne feraient que devenir encore plus vifs et vifs avec l'intention, la foi ayant échoué à Luciel pour empêcher de telles fins.
Ses excuses ont fait un petit sourire à l'expression de Luciel, ses mains cliquant griffes l'un contre l'autre avant de trouver et de plier presque compulsivement sur l'argent une fois de plus. "Iz nohszink. Je... n'ai pas piqué Zehr vher beaucoup ouf nous à Zeh Verld. Coloriez-moi surpris... ehn... Je ne suis pas si en avant... » a-t-il expliqué, en éliminant son regret et en rejetant sa volonté de partager des détails sur lui-même dans le même ton amical mais quelque peu lointain.
Tilting ses mains tout en plié, il regarda au-dessus des bouts de ses doigts maintenant griffés. "Zehr vill sera un temps. Zehy vill a besoin de nous, ehn aaaall il faut iz une seule seconde ouf n'importe quel jour...ouf n'importe quel veek...ouf n'importe quel mois" il muselé, pleinement conscient de ce qu'il avait à offrir, bien que sombrement suspecter sa propre mort avant que son temps viendrait pour se prouver. Luciel écarta les ténèbres affamées avec le tremblement de sa tête et reprit l'état de sa main, regardant vers Aya.
"Vivre ici. Vhy as-tu vahnt pour vivre parmi les humains?" il a demandé, en essayant de laisser la question aussi ouverte que possible, puisqu'il a supposé qu'aucun «mutt» en ville ne devait simplement vivre en ville. Acceptant comme ce roi sonnait comme, ses sujets avaient montré clairement que son ordre était soit laissé sans respect, non fondé ou simplement mythe. Luciel ne connaissait rien à la politique et n'était pas en mesure de débattre, bien qu'il se sente encore mal pour la façon dont l'humanité a choisi l'hypocrisie sur la sensibilité.
Accepter tout le monde comme nous... sauf si nous pensons même que vous n'êtes pas comme nous, peu importe la couleur de votre caractère ou l'apparence physique.
Peut-être que les choses seraient mieux après une semaine quand les ignames et le stock de carottes sont prêts. Le temps le dirait. | Name - Luciel K. Lumiere
Age - Appears early 20s (Likely late 20s)
Breed - Halfbreed (Fiend bloodline)
Luciel stands at 5'10 with thick shoulder-length blonde hair and hazel eyes. Clean and smooth complexion save for freckles. Luciel sports four horns as well as the start of branching antlers, these are kept loosely bound with long strips of cloth which hold an array of symbols and Latin phrases painted in blood. The phrases depict a wide variety of prayers, though the symbols meld together like their own shapeless language which many suspect is demonic script.
Wide pupils constrict vertically into cat-like slits rather than simply narrowing, and reverse in reaction to darkness. Ironically, Luciel is far from a fan of bright light for this reason as it steals color from his vision in return for exceptional sight in low light settings.
Luciel speaks with as little mouth movement, accentuated upper and lower K9 fangs only hinting to the vicious maw behind them. With elastic properties to his facial skin around his double-jointed jaw, the rows of teeth continue another inch back. A bite from Luciel would be equally as horrifying as painful.
Lastly, slender fingers are armored especially around the tips with pale claws. The real oddity is how clean and filed they're kept, leaving them smooth and blunt to the touch...though they have a nasty habit of rapid growth back to razor sharpness if not tended to as religiously as Luciel keeps them.
In a slightly androgynous way, Luciel could be considered beautiful if the eye is willing to look past their monstrous features.
Luciel prefers an attire that resembles cloth, though is silken smooth. Form fitting though humble in its color resembling dried blood with his hues of faded crimson and charcoal black. The shawl worn over the suit holds an addition resembling a collar of burnt silver with a similar fastener linked to a ring around his shoulders.
The suit, itself has no pockets and the lower section integrates built in boots with flat 2-inch boot heels. It's unclear how this attire is put on or taken off, though the silver collar appears to be independent of the ensemble.
The quiet type, Luciel keeps to himself as he is wholly aware of what he is mostly out of fear of humans. This could be considered a predisposition, though his understanding nature reflects the notion to instead paint the situation as an unwillingness to unnerve humans with his appearance...and behavior.
Somewhere in the wasteland, Luciel found what some know as 'God', and his faith pulled him back from the sadistically feral blood that burns in his veins. Indefatigable purpose, empathy and a goal to aid the ailing currently staves off the monster that screams to maul humans and devour their flesh at every given second of every day. Because of this, his worship is obscenely odd and involves acts akin to the live sacrifice of animals, prayer/meditation, dancing in the moonlight (rarely naked) and 'sealing' (entering a trance to scribe the script into strips of cloth which adorn his horns and antlers).
Getting past his quirks, Luciel is a fan of company, though is a man of few words or facial emotions but is eager to serve human guests. His sense of humor can be seen as inappropriate or dark at times, but he means well and simply hasn't had much interaction with humans.
However, his greatest flaw is a vow of pacifism which some would see as his most honorable quality; an unconditional refusal to take life. Though he is far more than capable of defending himself and others with his qualities that separate him from humanity, the idea of drawing blood and being lost to bloodlust is a risk he refuses to take.
The events leading up to Luciel's birth are detailed in ways that have no business being recalled in text. A young woman bore the child of a horrific demon, a process that killed her in the process, leaving her older brother in possession of an abomination that spat in the face of God and Man. However, the small monster was still the last shred of family he had left. Whether it was this realization or simply beholding the unholy bridge between mankind and demons, he was driven into what the rest of his tribe described as madness. While he was ordered by the elders to dash the monster upon rocks and be done with the nightmare, he resisted and foolishly fled with everything his arms could carry, his or not.
My father was a good man. He taught me about the world and how we were the children of the earth and were born to live in fear. How to hunt in spite of my protest, how to harvest crops from the unbroken world...how to hide. I was great at hiding. We would play games where I would hide in the forest for days and father couldn't find me! It was in the woods where I truly learned how to play hide-and-seek with the beasts. Many ran from me, but the biggest one!
The biggest one had horns higher than I could reach! It had three eyes and fangs as big as my arms with HUGE claws! It was so cool! It roared so loud it shook the trees and my own shriek barely made the grass quiver, though that was probably the wind. I wanted it to make the sound again, to stay and tell me what else it knew...but it just...left.
It was years later that I realized how they all leave...
My father was my uncle, some madman who abandoned me in the woods time and time again to be eaten by the beasts who instigated my life. I learned this from an old man wandering the wastes when he found me over my uncle's corpse. Knife still in his hand and slashes across his arms and throat. The old man seemed to know him. More surprisingly, he knew me, told me how I was the child of the devil who killed dozens of those he loved. After an old word used to name the monster, the old man named me 'Luciel' before handing me a silver crucifix, saying that it would protect me.
Truly, he did not care what became of me, or even himself from the look in his eyes. He simply lost too much to have a handle on his old life. I followed him for a distance with everything my arms could carry and whatever I could fit in uncle's backpack in spite of his shouts to leave him be or what books he threw at me.
I...just didn't want to be alone. Even if it meant being at a distance and hated.
Weeks in, the man relented and taught me of the books he carried, the hope in the pages and its message for mankind and the mankind within me. He told me the truth of the world, and each syllable made me hate the man who had lied to me, stole me from my home and abandoned me in the woods countless times.
The old man also taught me about forgiveness...and gratitude. Without the evil and sacrifice of one man, I would have been dead before my eyes even opened. Regardless of the decade that followed and my life before, the few weeks I spent with the old man made me feel a part of something, as though I belonged.
Shouting matches with beasts, my first kill to protect the man...I understood prayer and it saved me from what I had almost become. I never wanted to be lost to the madness that left me in fits of manic hysteria like some rabid animal. I learned that believing in something had more power than what the true 'nothing' could actually provide. So after my trials and seeing the man disappear into the waterfall of sanctuary from afar, the old questions stung for only the moment it took for me to swallow and steal my resolve and begin building a shelter.
Do I believe in God?
No.
Humans are their own gods. Monsters only have demons.
And I made my choice of which one I wanted to be.
The Fiend blood that runs through Luciel gave him an innate skill in dark magic, though through conviction and faith, the darkness was bent across its own spectrum of physical manipulation, giving birth to light magic. This light magic has few but powerful spells focused on mending and protecting.
While Luciel wields these 'miracles', he is well aware of their origins. Demons bent the material plane to exact fear and devastation upon mankind in ways he seeks to undo through the base spell's understanding.
Luciel's most powerful and frequently casted spell. The translation roughly comes out as 'Loom'.
The intent is to stitch organic matter back together by binding wounds with seemingly golden threads and imbuing flesh with radiant energy which forces the body to quickly heal wounds at speeds that can be visibly observed. Though the whole casting may take anywhere from a few seconds to a minute depending on the severity of the wound, this spell has the capability to mend bone and knit muscle together to the extent of potentially reattaching severed limbs.
- This spell will not restore blood loss.
- Only good for one wound at a time and requires both hands and concentration.
- Can be used to mitigate damage from poison by forcing the victim's body to heal through the poison's effect until it is worked out of the body, naturally. This process can take a long time and is anything but pleasant.
- Therapy from the spell can ease back pain and arthritis brought about by aging, but cannot cure cancer or other diseases that have reemerged and now limit the human life span.
A more diverse form of 'Repth' that is less focused, though the general nature grants surprising benefits. Translated as 'Inspire'.
The expelled energy finds its way into nearby targets in a burst to swiftly boost metabolism with the buffer of magic, granting a significant hike to stamina, endurance and strength. While a side effect enhances the body's natural healing process, this is hardly enough to matter in the heat of combat.
- Good for moral as it temporarily sates fatigue.
- Requires both hands to channel and for targets to remain within 30ft for full effect.
- Doesn't so much bolster strength as it does allow fighters to put everything into every swing with little recovery.
A self-defense spell which vaguely translates to 'Burden'.
While will and spirit can carry a heart as far as legs wish, the spell is the closest to the darkness that Luciel dares to venture. The spell causes natural acids to build up in muscles at an alarming rate by hindering muscle's metabolism rates. The effect quickly tires victims and subjects them to cramps from continued strenuous activity such as running or fighting. The spell cannot be made fatal, and its result heavily depends on the actions of the afflicted.
- Can be cast with one hand, allowing two targets at once.
- Accumulation of amino acids in muscles cause targets to tire 5-10 times as fast. This does not target the heart or lungs but simply persists through concentration until canceled or the target collapses from their muscles simply failing to hold them up any longer.
- Luciel takes no pleasure in the use of the spell, and it is used mainly in self defense to dissuade pursuers or attackers.
- Highly ineffective against ranged attackers who simply need to pull and release a bowstring.
- Highly effective against attackers who need to get close with heavy armor and weapons.
- Spell cannot be focused with both hands to increase the effect. The spell magically stops a bodily function, not reverse it.
- Hearty targets can resist the effect for longer.
- Will probably just piss off greater demons.
Misc
- Usually ignored by some demons such as Fiends which he has a...strange...understanding with, even though they're regarded as one of the more vicious and merciless of beasts.
-Unarmed save for a blunt dagger he uses to harvest wild produce as well as an 'ancient' silver crucifix passed down in his family...and tough antlers, horns, an array of sharp teeth and claws (assuming he lets them grow). |
53,492 | 1,457 | 85 | 1,316 | 226 | Elle l'écouta alors qu'ils traversaient la foule vers les salles de classe. Inhalée profondément, elle a croisé les bras - son pouce foulant le bois de son arc dans une sorte d'habitude nerveuse. Brielle s'arrêta alors comme ils se tenaient à l'entrée des salles de classe, et plaça ses mains derrière son dos - les deux s'emparant de son arc. Elle a donné un petit sourire à Eden, « Je suppose que votre droit.. » Ses pensées ont couru pour les garder proches dans l'essence au cas où les métisses savaient quelque chose, « Je suppose que c'est juste une pensée inébranlable de ne pas savoir de quoi ils sont capables ». Elle n'a rien dit pendant un moment, ses yeux se sont déplacés vers le sol avant d'inhaler et de recommencer "Il y avait quelque chose de différent chez Lucile, le métis plus tôt. Il semblait effrayé par les gardes, j'étais sûr qu'il allait attaquer. Mais ce n'est pas le cas. Alors peut-être que tu as raison".
Son regard est passé de l'homme épouvantable à la classe qui se remplit lentement d'enfants. C'était rare qu'elle ait jamais marché dans les classes, mais quand elle l'a fait - une nostalgie croustillante de ses jours passés ici, a inondé. "Tu as dit Flora et Fauna aujourd'hui?" Brielle a demandé à Eden d'un ton plus éclatant, son regard toujours placé sur certains des jeunes de la classe. "Eh bien! Je vais m'asseoir à l'arrière, pour que tu puisses commencer le cours. Enseignante" Elle riait, et a fait des gestes pour qu'il marche d'abord. | Name: Ysran Stormreach. He doesn't really know his name, so he just threw a few things together.
Age: Around late 20's
Breed: Human. However, demonic exposure has transformed his ears. Many think he is a half-breed.
Personality: Could be described as "Neutral Evil," He isn't explicitly evil, as in, he won't burn down buildings or terrorize people, but in the pursuit of knowledge and power, no price is to great to pay, even if it means resorting to things others may find "Evil"
Equipment: Ysran carries a pack of ritual materials and demonic texts. He also carries a Machete.
Bio: Ysran, or at least that's what he's gone to calling himself now, was a very smart child. He learned to read from his parents, and how to survive out in the wilderness. Because that's where he lived. He lived with a group of humans who were just trying to survive. Yet in his 15th year his entire tribe was destroyed by the demons.
A normal human would have ran, but Ysran was... Fascinated. He stared on, half terrified, half in wonder, as everyone was slaughtered. Yet when a rather human-like demon appeared to finish him, he asked to learn from them. The demons took a great interest in him. A human who would willingly work with them in the pursuit of knowledge. Surprisingly, they accepted his offer.
Forming a pact with them, he would be granted knowledge and demonic power, in exchange for information on how humans lived. How did they interact with each other? How did they make their weapons? The same way they did? These particular set of demons wanted to know, and were willing to offer power. Ysran accepted, and began to slowly return info to the group. He was then told of a place called "Sanctuary". A large congregation of humans? Perfect. He could learn much. He set out, seeking to know what awaits him.
Ysran was granted a small list of spell-like abilities:
A ball of dark energy capable of delivering quite a bit of force, about enough to go through a door. Against living targets, this can knock people down, and it terms of damage, it would take 2-3 to kill a normal person as the darkness burns like a strong acid. You're basically being hit with a bowling ball made of acid.
Attracts all manner of fish and sometimes other aquatic creatures to a singular point. The range can vary from a few inches to several feet.
A zombie-like minion is summoned to do Ysran's bidding. It can follow simple commands such as "Hold this" or "Go there". If told to, the Shambler will follow another person's commands until told otherwise by Ysran. It prioritizes Ysran's commands first. here's a pic.
A fish (or other aquatic creature) is summoned much like a Shambler. These can be anything from a goldfish, to a Great White Shark. However the general rule is, the bigger the creature, the shorter time it has before it is unsummoned. This can be delayed, but requires great concentration from Ysran.
Creates a layer of Scale-like armor around the skin. It doesn't turn your skin into scales,it just created a layer of them on top of the skin. Greater Fishscales is stronger, but normal Fishscales can be cast on others.
Can heal most wounds, poisons, and some diseases. This spell however costs quite a bit of mana, and spell casting time can take a while.
Fills an opponent's lungs with water, drowning them. However first, Ysran must mentally overcome his opponent. The spell also takes a moment to cast, and only lasts as long as Ysran concentrates.
Ysran sends forth a black smokescreen, and all that see within are shown monstrous, disgusting versions of their worst fears come to life. This usually makes people run away, or cower in fear.
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Name
Eden Brown
Age
21
Species
Human
Gender
Male
Description
Eden has a long and lean frame and stands at a height of 6'1 when standing up straight, but he has a very heavy tendency to slouch which makes him appear an inch or so shorter. He has dark brown dreadlocks that he wears in two styles, down or in a nice ponytail. He has brown eyes, a pale complexion and is generally considered very average in appearance.
Personality
Eden is a humble soul who enjoys bringing smiles to all. He is very loyal to those he has formed relationships with and will go the extra mile to ensure that they are well cared for. He is fairly educated and is somewhat of a genius when it comes to attempting to decipher what old world artifacts wouldve previously been, as long as it isnt too complicated.
Bio
Eden never really got the chance to know his parents like many other children did. What is known of them and their time in sanctuary is very little. As far as he knows his mother and father were travelers who wandered the world not knowing who to trust or where they could stay for long. Unlike many orphans who lost their parents to demons, Eden's parents abandoned him during early infancy at entrance to Sanctuary. And from there he was raised among the people of Sanctuary as if they were his own family. For a long while, many speculated that Eden's mother and father had been demons in disguise sent pretend to be a couple in need looking for a place to stay for the night, and had left Eden as some sort of trap. However, as Eden grew over time and showed no signs of being a demon this theory soon disappeared.
When Eden came of age to finally put his effort into the community he wanted to return what the residents had done for him. So he decided to take up the work as a teenager to watch over the younger children and teach them, and after a few years when he became an adult, he was selected to be one of the few trainers for the children. Now he lives his days out helping those in need, he is always willing to take on jobs that aren't his own if it means to return a favor.
Secrets
-Wears the only trinket his mother and father left him with, a necklace with a strange crystal on it.
-He enjoys poking around for things related to the past, more specifically anything music related.
-Spends most of his time at night singing alone somewhere where not many can hear him.
-The Sanctuary
"Haha! Ha...haha...no, I-I'm human! Just like you!"
Street Food
Name
061001 - Adam Willius
Age
Unknown, seems in late teens/early twenties
Breed
Demon
Gender
Male
Description
In his human form, Adam stands at 5'7" with light brown hair and lovely green eyes. His skin in this form is a nice pale.
In his demon form, Adam stands at 6'3" with white strands of hair and crimson red eyes. His skin in this form is ghostly white.
Personality
While he appears human, Adam is very kind and passionate about protecting others. He appears especially attractive and innocent. While human, Adam is loving and listens very well. He seems like the perfect nice person. He is silly, and everything a shy and innocent person would be.
However, when he is in his demon form he is the opposite. He is cruel, terrible, and terrifying. He'll protect those who he deems worthy of protecting, but he is mostly uncontrollable and chaotic while in this mode. He's unpredictable.
Backstory
The demons were getting smarter. More clever. They wanted a way to create more of themselves that looked human. So they did. They took what was needed to create a demon, and placed it into the body of a human. The result was Adam.
But Adam was a failure. He didn't want to hurt the humans, he wanted to protect them. He felt...emotions. He was lucky he had his demon form, and he fought his demon parents off. Killed them, and then set out on his own. Did he want...closure? A home? A family? Being a human is confusing. After finding a few and (secretly) learning from them, he's gotten the hang of it. Now, he's one his way to The Sanctuary. He just hopes they don't murder him.
Misc
-In human form, he carries two daggers made from his parent's bones
-Adam finds humans interesting, so if he's to be with one romantically he doesn't care their sex
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NAME
born ariel lin, but has been called sparrow her entire life
AGE
somewhere in her late teens, likely eighteen or nineteen
BREED
entirely human
PERSONALITY
-charismatic -naive
-idealistic -obsessive
-forgiving -passionate
BIOGRAPHY
Oddly enough, Sparrow had a fairly normal childhood. Well, as normal of a childhood as she could have while growing up in the apocalypse. Her parents were loving, patient, and kind, and while she was raised within the confines of a small home in the middle of nowhere, she was a happy child. Her grandfather had built the small home where she was raised in the middle of the woods, hoping to make it a safe place for future generations, and so it was, until the attacks started happening. Her grandparents had long since passed, and Sparrow was somewhere around ten when the first attack happened. The demons took her mother and left young Sparrow with her father. The heartbroken two left their home in search of a safe place. A sanctuary.
They joined the residents of Sanctuary and have been with them ever since. Sparrow's father took the job of a guard, and once old enough Sparrow started working in the kitchens.
MISC.
-sparrow is way too trusting and likes to think there is good in everyone
- Name - Luciel K. Lumiere
Age - Appears early 20s
Breed - Halfbreed (Fiend bloodline)
Luciel stands at 5'10 with thick shoulder-length blonde hair and hazel eyes. Clean and smooth complexion save for freckles. Luciel sports four horns as well as the start of branching antlers, these are kept loosely bound with long strips of cloth which hold an array of symbols and Latin phrases painted in blood. The phrases depict a wide variety of prayers, though the symbols meld together like their own shapeless language which many suspect is demonic script.
Wide pupils constrict vertically into cat-like slits rather than simply narrowing, and reverse in reaction to darkness. Ironically, Luciel is far from a fan of bright light for this reason as it steals color from his vision in return for exceptional sight in low light settings.
Luciel speaks with as little mouth movement, accentuated upper and lower K9 fangs only hinting to the vicious maw behind them. With elastic properties to his facial skin around his double-jointed jaw, the rows of teeth continue another inch back. A bite from Luciel would be equally as horrifying as painful.
Lastly, slender fingers are armored especially around the tips with pale claws. The real oddity is how clean and filed they're kept, leaving them smooth and blunt to the touch...though they have a nasty habit of rapid growth back to razor sharpness if not tended to as religiously as Luciel keeps them.
In a slightly androgynous way, Luciel could be considered beautiful if the eye is willing to look past their monstrous features.
Luciel prefers an attire that resembles cloth, though is silken smooth. Form fitting though humble in its color resembling dried blood with his hues of faded crimson and charcoal black. The shawl worn over the suit holds an addition resembling a collar of burnt silver with a similar fastener linked to a ring around his shoulders.
The suit, itself has no pockets and the lower section integrates built in boots with flat 2-inch boot heels. It's unclear how this attire is put on or taken off, though the silver collar appears to be independent of the ensemble.
The quiet type, Luciel keeps to himself as he is wholly aware of what he is mostly out of fear of humans. This could be considered a predisposition, though his understanding nature reflects the notion to instead paint the situation as an unwillingness to unnerve humans with his appearance...and behavior.
Somewhere in the wasteland, Luciel found what some know as 'God', and his faith pulled him back from the sadistically feral blood that burns in his veins. Indefatigable purpose, empathy and a goal to aid the ailing currently staves off the monster that screams to maul humans and devour their flesh at every given second of every day. Because of this, his worship is obscenely odd and involves acts akin to the live sacrifice of animals, prayer/meditation, dancing in the moonlight (rarely naked) and 'sealing' (entering a trance to scribe the script into strips of cloth which adorn his horns and antlers).
Getting past his quirks, Luciel is a fan of company, though is a man of few words or facial emotions but is eager to serve human guests. His sense of humor can be seen as inappropriate or dark at times, but he means well and simply hasn't had much interaction with humans.
However, his greatest flaw is a vow of pacifism which some would see as his most honorable quality; an unconditional refusal to take life. Though he is far more than capable of defending himself and others with his qualities that separate him from humanity, the idea of drawing blood and being lost to bloodlust is a risk he refuses to take.
The events leading up to Luciel's birth are detailed in ways that have no business being recalled in text. A young woman bore the child of a horrific demon, a process that killed her in the process, leaving her older brother in possession of an abomination that spat in the face of God and Man. However, the small monster was still the last shred of family he had left. Whether it was this realization or simply beholding the unholy bridge between mankind and demons, he was driven into what the rest of his tribe described as madness. While he was ordered by the elders to dash the monster upon rocks and be done with the nightmare, he resisted and foolishly fled with everything his arms could carry, his or not.
My father was a good man. He taught me about the world and how we were the children of the earth and were born to live in fear. How to hunt in spite of my protest, how to harvest crops from the unbroken world...how to hide. I was great at hiding. We would play games where I would hide in the forest for days and father couldn't find me! It was in the woods where I truly learned how to play hide-and-seek with the beasts. Many ran from me, but the biggest one!
The biggest one had horns higher than I could reach! It had three eyes and fangs as big as my arms with HUGE claws! It was so cool! It roared so loud it shook the trees and my own shriek barely made the grass quiver, though that was probably the wind. I wanted it to make the sound again, to stay and tell me what else it knew...but it just...left.
It was years later that I realized how they all leave...
My father was my uncle, some madman who abandoned me in the woods time and time again to be eaten by the beasts who instigated my life. I learned this from an old man wandering the wastes when he found me over my uncle's corpse. Knife still in his hand and slashes across his arms and throat. The old man seemed to know him. More surprisingly, he knew me, told me how I was the child of the devil who killed dozens of those he loved. After an old word used to name the monster, the old man named me 'Luciel' before handing me a silver crucifix, saying that it would protect me.
Truly, he did not care what became of me, or even himself from the look in his eyes. He simply lost too much to have a handle on his old life. I followed him for a distance with everything my arms could carry and whatever I could fit in uncle's backpack in spite of his shouts to leave him be or what books he threw at me.
I...just didn't want to be alone. Even if it meant being at a distance and hated.
Weeks in, the man relented and taught me of the books he carried, the hope in the pages and its message for mankind and the mankind within me. He told me the truth of the world, and each syllable made me hate the man who had lied to me, stole me from my home and abandoned me in the woods countless times.
The old man also taught me about forgiveness...and gratitude. Without the evil and sacrifice of one man, I would have been dead before my eyes even opened. Regardless of the decade that followed and my life before, the few weeks I spent with the old man made me feel a part of something, as though I belonged.
Shouting matches with beasts, my first kill to protect the man...I understood prayer and it saved me from what I had almost become. I never wanted to be lost to the madness that left me in fits of manic hysteria like some rabid animal. I learned that believing in something had more power than what the true 'nothing' could actually provide. So after my trials and seeing the man disappear into the waterfall of sanctuary from afar, the old questions stung for only the moment it took for me to swallow and steal my resolve and begin building a shelter.
Do I believe in God?
No.
Humans are their own gods. Monsters only have demons.
And I made my choice of which one I wanted to be.
The Fiend blood that runs through Luciel gave him an innate skill in dark magic, though through conviction and faith, the darkness was bent across its own spectrum of physical manipulation, giving birth to light magic. This light magic has few but powerful spells focused on mending and protecting.
While Luciel wields these 'miracles', he is well aware of their origins. Demons bent the material plane to exact fear and devastation upon mankind in ways he seeks to undo through the base spell's understanding.
Luciel's most powerful and frequently casted spell. The translation roughly comes out as 'Loom'.
The intent is to stitch organic matter back together by binding wounds with seemingly golden threads and imbuing flesh with radiant energy which forces the body to quickly heal wounds at speeds that can be visibly observed. Though the whole casting may take anywhere from a few seconds to a minute depending on the severity of the wound, this spell has the capability to mend bone and knit muscle together to the extent of potentially reattaching severed limbs.
- This spell will not restore blood loss.
- Only good for one wound at a time and requires both hands and concentration.
- Can be used to mitigate damage from poison by forcing the victim's body to heal through the poison's effect until it is worked out of the body, naturally. This process can take a long time and is anything but pleasant.
- Therapy from the spell can ease back pain and arthritis brought about by aging, but cannot cure cancer or other diseases that have reemerged and now limit the human life span.
A more diverse form of 'Repth' that is less focused, though the general nature grants surprising benefits. Translated as 'Inspire'.
The expelled energy finds its way into nearby targets in a burst to swiftly boost metabolism with the buffer of magic, granting a significant hike to stamina, endurance and strength. While a side effect enhances the body's natural healing process, this is hardly enough to matter in the heat of combat.
- Good for moral as it temporarily sates fatigue.
- Requires both hands to channel and for targets to remain within 30ft for full effect.
- Doesn't so much bolster strength as it does allow fighters to put everything into every swing with little recovery.
A self-defense spell which vaguely translates to 'Burden'.
While will and spirit can carry a heart as far as legs wish, the spell is the closest to the darkness that Luciel dares to venture. The spell causes natural acids to build up in muscles at an alarming rate by hindering muscle's metabolism rates. The effect quickly tires victims and subjects them to cramps from continued strenuous activity such as running or fighting. The spell cannot be made fatal, and its result heavily depends on the actions of the afflicted.
- Can be cast with one hand, allowing two targets at once.
- Accumulation of amino acids in muscles cause targets to tire 5-10 times as fast. This does not target the heart or lungs but simply persists through concentration until canceled or the target collapses from their muscles simply failing to hold them up any longer.
- Luciel takes no pleasure in the use of the spell, and it is used mainly in self defense to dissuade pursuers or attackers.
- Highly ineffective against ranged attackers who simply need to pull and release a bowstring.
- Highly effective against attackers who need to get close with heavy armor and weapons.
- Spell cannot be focused with both hands to increase the effect. The spell magically limits a bodily function, not reverse it.
- Cancelling the spell in any way restores targets to the strength they had if normal exertion was factored in...though cramps can still hurt.
- Hearty targets can resist the effect for longer.
- Will probably just piss off greater demons.
Misc
- Usually ignored by some demons such as Fiends which he has a...strange...understanding with, even though they're regarded as one of the more vicious and merciless of beasts.
-Unarmed save for a blunt dagger he uses to harvest wild produce as well as an 'ancient' silver crucifix passed down in his family...and tough antlers, horns, an array of sharp teeth and claws (assuming he lets them grow).
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AGE
37
BREED
Human
PERSONALITY
-dark -manipulative
-idealistic -obsessive
-righteous -relentless
BIOGRAPHY
He grew up on the northern monastery of the Golden Claws. It is a post apocalyptic human settlement which guards the human occupied lands of the south from northern demonic invasions. For years, since the demons stopped their invasion, there was quiet. All they had to take care of was the occasional demon which tried to pass the border or attempted to pass as a civilian. So you can't really blame them for being unprepared and overwhelmed when a sudden demon attack obliterated the whole monastery. Everyone was killed. Young and old, master and student, no one was spared from the slaughter. They could easily defend against battalions of demon foot soldiers but the thing that attacked them, that monstrosity was never seen before and the fact that it sprung up from the ground, like it was buried there for centuries and had just awoken didn't make the defending any easier.
Numenor was the only one to survive. Now his mission is to travel south, informing any and every settlement along the way of what is to come. They have to know, they have to prepare for the hell fire that is to come...
MISC. |
53,493 | 1,457 | 86 | 1,383 | 153 | Aya a étudié la croix d'argent Luciel avait joué avec dans ses mains griffées, elle pensait qu'elle avait vu ce symbole avant mais elle ne pouvait pas placer où elle avait ni ce que cela signifiait. Le demi-démon soupira de la prise de conscience que vivre parmi les humains n'allait jamais travailler comme elle pensait à la question de Luciel. Elle ne pouvait pas porter la faute uniquement sur eux, elle savait que l'humanité luttait contre les attaques démoniaques, il était donc naturel qu'ils soient sceptiques à propos d'une demi-démon se montrant en train d'essayer d'être amis avec eux. Cependant, elle ou Luciel n'ont pas demandé d'être de cette façon alors pourquoi ont-ils dû payer pour être né.
La demi-démon ne savait pas ce qu'elle ressentait à l'idée de venir dans les villages se récuser pour être finalement acceptée, elle ne savait pas si elle viendrait aider le village ou même s'ils voulaient son aide. Maintenant qu'elle y pensait, elle avait remarqué des dommages à l'extérieur près du Sanctuaire suggérant des attaques de démons, bien qu'elle ait gardé cette observation pour elle-même
« Eh bien, je suppose que je suis à l'humain pour vivre comme un démon et pour démon pour vivre avec les humains », dit-elle avec froncement. "Je suppose qu'il n'y a pas de place pour des êtres comme nous..."
Comme les deux marchent côte à côte maintenant avec en vue de la seule porte menant à l'intérieur ou à l'extérieur du village, Aya étend ses doigts griffés près des griffes de l'autre demi-démon, "ou peut-être qu'il y en a." Aya dit avec un sourire doux. | Name - Ayailla (Aya for short)
Age - around early to mid 20's
Breed - half-breed
Personality - She keeps to herself since she has no experience outside of her family, she could be cold at time, if only for her lack of social skills. Aya would love friends and maybe loyal to them, however, she could only speculate.
Bio- Ayailla was raised by her human mother, Alana, who self exiled herself from her clan when Aya was born. This action saved her daughters life, who would have been killed if she had stayed any longer. Together with Ayailla's father the small family roamed the ruins of civilization and survived. Even if the mother and father never have love for each other they made it work for the daughter.
Around the time Aya was 10 her father, Percy, had went hunting and never returned. Aya and her mother could only come to the conclusion that he had either ran into a full blown demon or a clan of humans that had the numbers to take him down. Aya's mother was sadden but did not let this hinder her from doing her job, surviving and providing some sort of future for her daughter. However, Aya took it pretty hard for a while but do to her her surrounding she wasn't able to hold on to her grief for too long.
As Ayailla grew so did her demon features, her tail and horns grew and red scales began to appeared throughout her body. She began to show the same abilities as her father, creating fire and being able to shape and manipulate it. She was becoming stronger as her demon blood began to take over, however, she never let herself believe she was a bad person just because her demon heritage. She instead used her never ending energy to help her mother and took on the responsibilities that her father had left behind.
When Aya grew into adult-hood, she had to say good bye to her mother as she was suddenly taken by sickness. She took only the things she needed and lft her former home behind, the only thing she had of her mothers was a locket she always loved.
Misc - has a locket that when open plays a lullaby, this was a gift from her mother, in side is a lock of her mothers hair tied in a blue bow.
Lullaby |
53,494 | 1,457 | 87 | 1,415 | 573 | Ysran n'était pas sûr du temps passé. Après avoir guéri l'enfant démoniaque, il s'est retiré pour communier avec les détenteurs de pactes dans le ème Il a rapporté ses conclusions sur la façon dont les humains dans le Sanctuaire se sont comportés, leur culture, et plus important, un démon vivant parmi eux. Les Holders attendaient la plupart de ce qu'il avait à dire, mais le démon caché était une surprise pour eux. Ils ont exprimé leur gratitude et ont dit qu'ils mèneraient une enquête plus approfondie sur le Sanctuaire.
Ysran a ouvert les yeux. Il était dans une clairière, quelque part. Il se leva de sa position agenouillée et regarda autour de lui. Plusieurs bougies étaient disposées autour de lui, tandis qu'un grand symbole occulte était assis sous lui dans l'herbe. Dans une seconde de regarder, le symbole se dissout en néant, et les bougies s'éteignirent.
En ramassant ses bougies, il a essayé d'obtenir ses repères. Heureusement, un arbre avait une flèche brute dessus. Prenant probablement ses propres conseils, il suivit la flèche et fut bientôt sur la route. La ville principale était à sa gauche, nichée dans son lieu habituel. Il s'est dirigé vers la ville. | Name: Ysran Stormreach. He doesn't really know his name, so he just threw a few things together.
Age: Around late 20's
Breed: Human. However, demonic exposure has transformed his ears. Many think he is a half-breed.
Personality: Could be described as "Neutral Evil," He isn't explicitly evil, as in, he won't burn down buildings or terrorize people, but in the pursuit of knowledge and power, no price is to great to pay, even if it means resorting to things others may find "Evil"
Equipment: Ysran carries a pack of ritual materials and demonic texts. He also carries a Machete.
Bio: Ysran, or at least that's what he's gone to calling himself now, was a very smart child. He learned to read from his parents, and how to survive out in the wilderness. Because that's where he lived. He lived with a group of humans who were just trying to survive. Yet in his 15th year his entire tribe was destroyed by the demons.
A normal human would have ran, but Ysran was... Fascinated. He stared on, half terrified, half in wonder, as everyone was slaughtered. Yet when a rather human-like demon appeared to finish him, he asked to learn from them. The demons took a great interest in him. A human who would willingly work with them in the pursuit of knowledge. Surprisingly, they accepted his offer.
Forming a pact with them, he would be granted knowledge and demonic power, in exchange for information on how humans lived. How did they interact with each other? How did they make their weapons? The same way they did? These particular set of demons wanted to know, and were willing to offer power. Ysran accepted, and began to slowly return info to the group. He was then told of a place called "Sanctuary". A large congregation of humans? Perfect. He could learn much. He set out, seeking to know what awaits him.
Ysran was granted a small list of spell-like abilities:
A ball of dark energy capable of delivering quite a bit of force, about enough to go through a door. Against living targets, this can knock people down, and it terms of damage, it would take 2-3 to kill a normal person as the darkness burns like a strong acid. You're basically being hit with a bowling ball made of acid.
Attracts all manner of fish and sometimes other aquatic creatures to a singular point. The range can vary from a few inches to several feet.
A zombie-like minion is summoned to do Ysran's bidding. It can follow simple commands such as "Hold this" or "Go there". If told to, the Shambler will follow another person's commands until told otherwise by Ysran. It prioritizes Ysran's commands first. here's a pic.
A fish (or other aquatic creature) is summoned much like a Shambler. These can be anything from a goldfish, to a Great White Shark. However the general rule is, the bigger the creature, the shorter time it has before it is unsummoned. This can be delayed, but requires great concentration from Ysran.
Creates a layer of Scale-like armor around the skin. It doesn't turn your skin into scales,it just created a layer of them on top of the skin. Greater Fishscales is stronger, but normal Fishscales can be cast on others.
Can heal most wounds, poisons, and some diseases. This spell however costs quite a bit of mana, and spell casting time can take a while.
Fills an opponent's lungs with water, drowning them. However first, Ysran must mentally overcome his opponent. The spell also takes a moment to cast, and only lasts as long as Ysran concentrates.
Ysran sends forth a black smokescreen, and all that see within are shown monstrous, disgusting versions of their worst fears come to life. This usually makes people run away, or cower in fear. |
53,495 | 1,457 | 88 | 986 | 1,735 | En s'approchant des portes, Luciel garda la tête baissée pour éviter les yeux des gardiens afin de montrer clairement qu'il n'avait aucun intérêt à interagir avec eux. La peur ou le choix étaient laissés entre leurs mains, et c'était simplement une formalité comprise pour le prêtre démoniaque.
En toute honnêteté, il ne s'attendait pas à ce que sa compagnie réponde. Son admission à l'état qu'elle a vu creuser un trou dans le cœur de Luci comme il s'imagine qu'elle avait essayé et a simplement trouvé une raison d'abandonner ses efforts. Les épreuves et les moqueries qu'on a supportées à ce moment-là ont été vaines, mais... comment passerait-on son temps dans l'hostilité pour alléger l'hostilité?
L'humanité avait peur de leur propre mort et de la mort qu'ils avaient subie. Ce n'était pas le moment de prendre des risques, surtout quand ils avaient tout à perdre. Quoi qu'il en soit, Luci vit le pont qu'il s'était efforcé de faire, et le laisser s'effondrer dans un moment de faiblesse était loin de ses intentions.
Les pensées lui sont venues de l'agitation que l'idée d'avoir de la compagnie a laissée. Il avait été bien d'être seul et de laisser son procès être sa propre position contre l'humanité... mais...
Un léger clic de griffes se rencontra l'un l'autre, tandis que celui d'Aya rencontra les assiettes blindées de la chair en porcelaine de Luciel, comme une poupée. Doucement, le prêtre a baissé la main de son côté pour accepter celle d'Aya. Le sentiment était étranger et étrange d'une manière qu'il ne pouvait pas expliquer, même quand elle parlait avec implication.
Il était simplement responsable d'un autre être.
C'était... différent.
Contrairement à ses soins creux pour l'humanité et le point qu'il voulait ramener à la maison dans leurs cœurs et ventres, quelque chose de la ville lui est venu. Quelque chose qu'il ne méritait pas, et certainement ne le méritait pas et la lumière tremblait dans sa main comme leurs doigts lassés.
Sa maison était petite et avait pris du temps à faire. Il hésitait à la faire dormir dans le froid et ne pouvait l'accommoder que de son propre logement. Il y avait plus de nourriture que même deux estomacs vides, et il savait combattre les prédateurs et les démons. Autant de raisons pour lesquelles il pourrait penser à la détourner et à chercher une "meilleure" vie au sein de l'humanité, Luci avait deux fois plus de bonnes raisons de l'abriter... en sauver une.
Luciel marchait avec une prise rassurante sur la main d'Aya. Il ne pouvait pas l'abandonner même si sa vie en dépendait, car ils étaient si soudain les mêmes. "I..uhh..." il a étouffé, ayant agi instinctivement avec ses mains tombant de l'argent. Ses yeux ne regardaient même pas dans sa direction, bien que compris ce qui se passait. "J'ai de la place si un invité doit souffrir" il a gâché dans l'offrande, la main sur elle se serrer dans l'assurance.
Quels que soient ses sentiments, comme l'un des siens... le seul de ses siens qu'il connaissait, il a promis silencieusement de la protéger. Quoi que cela signifiait à l'époque, elle valait plus que toute l'humanité.
Le premier à lui donner une chance avec tout ce qu'ils veulent.
Comment ose-t-il ne pas répondre en nature? | Name - Luciel K. Lumiere
Age - Appears early 20s (Likely late 20s)
Breed - Halfbreed (Fiend bloodline)
Luciel stands at 5'10 with thick shoulder-length blonde hair and hazel eyes. Clean and smooth complexion save for freckles. Luciel sports four horns as well as the start of branching antlers, these are kept loosely bound with long strips of cloth which hold an array of symbols and Latin phrases painted in blood. The phrases depict a wide variety of prayers, though the symbols meld together like their own shapeless language which many suspect is demonic script.
Wide pupils constrict vertically into cat-like slits rather than simply narrowing, and reverse in reaction to darkness. Ironically, Luciel is far from a fan of bright light for this reason as it steals color from his vision in return for exceptional sight in low light settings.
Luciel speaks with as little mouth movement, accentuated upper and lower K9 fangs only hinting to the vicious maw behind them. With elastic properties to his facial skin around his double-jointed jaw, the rows of teeth continue another inch back. A bite from Luciel would be equally as horrifying as painful.
Lastly, slender fingers are armored especially around the tips with pale claws. The real oddity is how clean and filed they're kept, leaving them smooth and blunt to the touch...though they have a nasty habit of rapid growth back to razor sharpness if not tended to as religiously as Luciel keeps them.
In a slightly androgynous way, Luciel could be considered beautiful if the eye is willing to look past their monstrous features.
Luciel prefers an attire that resembles cloth, though is silken smooth. Form fitting though humble in its color resembling dried blood with his hues of faded crimson and charcoal black. The shawl worn over the suit holds an addition resembling a collar of burnt silver with a similar fastener linked to a ring around his shoulders.
The suit, itself has no pockets and the lower section integrates built in boots with flat 2-inch boot heels. It's unclear how this attire is put on or taken off, though the silver collar appears to be independent of the ensemble.
The quiet type, Luciel keeps to himself as he is wholly aware of what he is mostly out of fear of humans. This could be considered a predisposition, though his understanding nature reflects the notion to instead paint the situation as an unwillingness to unnerve humans with his appearance...and behavior.
Somewhere in the wasteland, Luciel found what some know as 'God', and his faith pulled him back from the sadistically feral blood that burns in his veins. Indefatigable purpose, empathy and a goal to aid the ailing currently staves off the monster that screams to maul humans and devour their flesh at every given second of every day. Because of this, his worship is obscenely odd and involves acts akin to the live sacrifice of animals, prayer/meditation, dancing in the moonlight (rarely naked) and 'sealing' (entering a trance to scribe the script into strips of cloth which adorn his horns and antlers).
Getting past his quirks, Luciel is a fan of company, though is a man of few words or facial emotions but is eager to serve human guests. His sense of humor can be seen as inappropriate or dark at times, but he means well and simply hasn't had much interaction with humans.
However, his greatest flaw is a vow of pacifism which some would see as his most honorable quality; an unconditional refusal to take life. Though he is far more than capable of defending himself and others with his qualities that separate him from humanity, the idea of drawing blood and being lost to bloodlust is a risk he refuses to take.
The events leading up to Luciel's birth are detailed in ways that have no business being recalled in text. A young woman bore the child of a horrific demon, a process that killed her in the process, leaving her older brother in possession of an abomination that spat in the face of God and Man. However, the small monster was still the last shred of family he had left. Whether it was this realization or simply beholding the unholy bridge between mankind and demons, he was driven into what the rest of his tribe described as madness. While he was ordered by the elders to dash the monster upon rocks and be done with the nightmare, he resisted and foolishly fled with everything his arms could carry, his or not.
My father was a good man. He taught me about the world and how we were the children of the earth and were born to live in fear. How to hunt in spite of my protest, how to harvest crops from the unbroken world...how to hide. I was great at hiding. We would play games where I would hide in the forest for days and father couldn't find me! It was in the woods where I truly learned how to play hide-and-seek with the beasts. Many ran from me, but the biggest one!
The biggest one had horns higher than I could reach! It had three eyes and fangs as big as my arms with HUGE claws! It was so cool! It roared so loud it shook the trees and my own shriek barely made the grass quiver, though that was probably the wind. I wanted it to make the sound again, to stay and tell me what else it knew...but it just...left.
It was years later that I realized how they all leave...
My father was my uncle, some madman who abandoned me in the woods time and time again to be eaten by the beasts who instigated my life. I learned this from an old man wandering the wastes when he found me over my uncle's corpse. Knife still in his hand and slashes across his arms and throat. The old man seemed to know him. More surprisingly, he knew me, told me how I was the child of the devil who killed dozens of those he loved. After an old word used to name the monster, the old man named me 'Luciel' before handing me a silver crucifix, saying that it would protect me.
Truly, he did not care what became of me, or even himself from the look in his eyes. He simply lost too much to have a handle on his old life. I followed him for a distance with everything my arms could carry and whatever I could fit in uncle's backpack in spite of his shouts to leave him be or what books he threw at me.
I...just didn't want to be alone. Even if it meant being at a distance and hated.
Weeks in, the man relented and taught me of the books he carried, the hope in the pages and its message for mankind and the mankind within me. He told me the truth of the world, and each syllable made me hate the man who had lied to me, stole me from my home and abandoned me in the woods countless times.
The old man also taught me about forgiveness...and gratitude. Without the evil and sacrifice of one man, I would have been dead before my eyes even opened. Regardless of the decade that followed and my life before, the few weeks I spent with the old man made me feel a part of something, as though I belonged.
Shouting matches with beasts, my first kill to protect the man...I understood prayer and it saved me from what I had almost become. I never wanted to be lost to the madness that left me in fits of manic hysteria like some rabid animal. I learned that believing in something had more power than what the true 'nothing' could actually provide. So after my trials and seeing the man disappear into the waterfall of sanctuary from afar, the old questions stung for only the moment it took for me to swallow and steal my resolve and begin building a shelter.
Do I believe in God?
No.
Humans are their own gods. Monsters only have demons.
And I made my choice of which one I wanted to be.
The Fiend blood that runs through Luciel gave him an innate skill in dark magic, though through conviction and faith, the darkness was bent across its own spectrum of physical manipulation, giving birth to light magic. This light magic has few but powerful spells focused on mending and protecting.
While Luciel wields these 'miracles', he is well aware of their origins. Demons bent the material plane to exact fear and devastation upon mankind in ways he seeks to undo through the base spell's understanding.
Luciel's most powerful and frequently casted spell. The translation roughly comes out as 'Loom'.
The intent is to stitch organic matter back together by binding wounds with seemingly golden threads and imbuing flesh with radiant energy which forces the body to quickly heal wounds at speeds that can be visibly observed. Though the whole casting may take anywhere from a few seconds to a minute depending on the severity of the wound, this spell has the capability to mend bone and knit muscle together to the extent of potentially reattaching severed limbs.
- This spell will not restore blood loss.
- Only good for one wound at a time and requires both hands and concentration.
- Can be used to mitigate damage from poison by forcing the victim's body to heal through the poison's effect until it is worked out of the body, naturally. This process can take a long time and is anything but pleasant.
- Therapy from the spell can ease back pain and arthritis brought about by aging, but cannot cure cancer or other diseases that have reemerged and now limit the human life span.
A more diverse form of 'Repth' that is less focused, though the general nature grants surprising benefits. Translated as 'Inspire'.
The expelled energy finds its way into nearby targets in a burst to swiftly boost metabolism with the buffer of magic, granting a significant hike to stamina, endurance and strength. While a side effect enhances the body's natural healing process, this is hardly enough to matter in the heat of combat.
- Good for moral as it temporarily sates fatigue.
- Requires both hands to channel and for targets to remain within 30ft for full effect.
- Doesn't so much bolster strength as it does allow fighters to put everything into every swing with little recovery.
A self-defense spell which vaguely translates to 'Burden'.
While will and spirit can carry a heart as far as legs wish, the spell is the closest to the darkness that Luciel dares to venture. The spell causes natural acids to build up in muscles at an alarming rate by hindering muscle's metabolism rates. The effect quickly tires victims and subjects them to cramps from continued strenuous activity such as running or fighting. The spell cannot be made fatal, and its result heavily depends on the actions of the afflicted.
- Can be cast with one hand, allowing two targets at once.
- Accumulation of amino acids in muscles cause targets to tire 5-10 times as fast. This does not target the heart or lungs but simply persists through concentration until canceled or the target collapses from their muscles simply failing to hold them up any longer.
- Luciel takes no pleasure in the use of the spell, and it is used mainly in self defense to dissuade pursuers or attackers.
- Highly ineffective against ranged attackers who simply need to pull and release a bowstring.
- Highly effective against attackers who need to get close with heavy armor and weapons.
- Spell cannot be focused with both hands to increase the effect. The spell magically stops a bodily function, not reverse it.
- Hearty targets can resist the effect for longer.
- Will probably just piss off greater demons.
Misc
- Usually ignored by some demons such as Fiends which he has a...strange...understanding with, even though they're regarded as one of the more vicious and merciless of beasts.
-Unarmed save for a blunt dagger he uses to harvest wild produce as well as an 'ancient' silver crucifix passed down in his family...and tough antlers, horns, an array of sharp teeth and claws (assuming he lets them grow). |
53,496 | 1,457 | 89 | 2,663 | 35 | Il sourit à Brielle en se sentant une sorte de vieux sentiment bizarre qui se gonflait à l'intérieur de lui. Oh comment il a souhaité que la jeunesse ne passe pas si vite en ces temps, les enfants du monde doivent tous grandir si vite maintenant. Il se demandait ce que la vie aurait été avant l'attaque des démons. Il est entré maintenant, s'est dirigé droit vers son bureau et s'est tenu en train de regarder ce qu'il avait laissé de la veille. C'était un peu tôt, mais les étudiants se sont rapidement déversés dans la pièce, quelques-uns s'étant arrêtés pour le saluer ce matin. C'était toujours sa partie préférée de la journée, voyant les enfants sourire alors qu'ils entraient, excités d'en apprendre plus sur le monde.
Il a regardé son bureau et a trouvé ses mains se déplaçant vers le tiroir d'un côté, d'où il a sorti un étrange cahier poussiéreux. Après quelques minutes d'attente, la salle de classe s'était rapidement remplie du sang jeune de la communauté.
"Bonjour, j'ai une nouvelle excitante pour vous aujourd'hui. Maintenant je sais que vous vous attendiez tous à ce qu'on passe la journée sur la flore et la faune et que certains d'entre vous n'aimaient pas ça. Mais nous avons eu un léger changement dans la leçon d'aujourd'hui. On va encore couvrir les bases de tout ça, mais on ne va pas trop loin. Parce qu'aujourd'hui j'ai amené un invité pour vous tous. En fait, c'est une de mes amies proches, son nom est Brielle et elle et moi allons faire preuve d'un peu d'épargne pour vous aujourd'hui. Tu pourras aussi t'esparer avec tes pairs. Maintenant, Brielle...Voudriez-vous venir ici et vous présenter ce matin?"
Il sourit doucement dans sa direction lui donnant un geste d'accueil pour marcher jusqu'au devant de la classe. Tout le corps étudiant applaudit et sourit en attendant qu'elle marche. | Name
Eden Brown
Age
21
Species
Human
Gender
Male
Description
Eden has a long and lean frame and stands at a height of 6'1 when standing up straight, but he has a very heavy tendency to slouch which makes him appear an inch or so shorter. He has dark brown dreadlocks that he wears in two styles, down or in a nice ponytail. He has brown eyes, a pale complexion and is generally considered very average in appearance.
Personality
Eden is a humble soul who enjoys bringing smiles to all. He is very loyal to those he has formed relationships with and will go the extra mile to ensure that they are well cared for. He is fairly educated and is somewhat of a genius when it comes to attempting to decipher what old world artifacts wouldve previously been, as long as it isnt too complicated.
Bio
Eden never really got the chance to know his parents like many other children did. What is known of them and their time in sanctuary is very little. As far as he knows his mother and father were travelers who wandered the world not knowing who to trust or where they could stay for long. Unlike many orphans who lost their parents to demons, Eden's parents abandoned him during early infancy at entrance to Sanctuary. And from there he was raised among the people of Sanctuary as if they were his own family. For a long while, many speculated that Eden's mother and father had been demons in disguise sent pretend to be a couple in need looking for a place to stay for the night, and had left Eden as some sort of trap. However, as Eden grew over time and showed no signs of being a demon this theory soon disappeared.
When Eden came of age to finally put his effort into the community he wanted to return what the residents had done for him. So he decided to take up the work as a teenager to watch over the younger children and teach them, and after a few years when he became an adult, he was selected to be one of the few trainers for the children. Now he lives his days out helping those in need, he is always willing to take on jobs that aren't his own if it means to return a favor.
Secrets
-Wears the only trinket his mother and father left him with, a necklace with a strange crystal on it.
-He enjoys poking around for things related to the past, more specifically anything music related.
-Spends most of his time at night singing alone somewhere where not many can hear him. |
53,497 | 1,458 | 0 | 2,430 | 441 | Assis en plein air au milieu d'une clairière boisée avec rien d'autre que le ciel de nuit à l'escalier pour le divertissement Flint a fait de son mieux pour passer le temps. Ce n'est que comme d'habitude Flints chance était presque comiquement mauvais, une forte averse de pluie le frappant au visage chaque fois qu'il a osé regarder vers le haut les gemmes de danse scintillantes ci-dessus. Il fallait l'admettre, chaque once de lui voulait se glisser dans une grotte voisine qu'il avait repérée sur le trek ici, après tout, il n'y avait rien de plus réconfortant pour le vieux nain qu'un grand plafond de pierre au-dessus.
Il avait installé un camp dans la petite clairière au milieu de nulle part au large des côtes de la côte à environ quatre jours d'Amaranthine. Honnêtement il détestait l'endroit, les nuages noirs roulants dans le ciel apparemment jamais cassé jeter une étrange humeur déprimante dans la vaste nature sauvage dans laquelle il était assis. Et la pluie damnée est venue et est allée à un moment donné, un fait qui était presque complètement insupportable en raison du climat déjà froid.
Malgré combien la grotte le suppliait d'entrer Flint assis là tremblant avec l'entêtement stéréotypé Dwarven. Ses ordres de Spy Master Lelliana avaient été clairs et il ne s'écarterait pas d'eux, que cela soit dû au respect ou à une peur très saine du Spy Master était difficile à dire. Néanmoins, il avait été envoyé pour rencontrer un petit groupe de collègues de l'Inquisition, quelque chose qu'il avait fait de plus en plus au cours des derniers mois et il avait de tout cœur prévu de suivre ses ordres à un T.
Avec la rébellion mage en plein essor, il y avait de plus en plus de rapports venant de ce qui n'avait été décrit à Flint que comme « activité maléfique dangereuse ». Pourtant, malgré son regard de flût extérieur Flint n'était pas idiot, il était bien conscient que quand il est venu mages, ils étaient simplement des gens, et tout comme les gens il y avait des bons, les mauvais, et puis le genre qui avait juste besoin d'être essuyé du visage de Thedas. La dernière des trois est ce que Flint avait été chargé de combattre presque quotidiennement, un exploit qu'il était devenu de mieux en mieux au cours des derniers mois-Et avec les Templiers faisant apparemment de leur mieux pour tuer tout le monde et tout sauf ceux qui justifiaient réellement leur attention Flints talents étaient devenus de plus en plus en demande à partir de tard.
Comme la plupart des Dwarfs Flint la bataille des traits écarquillés étaient cachés derrière une épaisse barbe brunâtre qui était attachée dans des brades trop élaborées, son visage pudgy grincheux pudgy put bullish apparemment un masque constant de lassitude - comme s'il était un homme qui avait vu loin à la plupart du côté sombre de la vie dans Thedas. De toutes ses caractéristiques, celui qui s'est distingué surtout était le grand tatouage en forme de S noir sur sa joue droite, son nez tordu qui avait clairement été cassé à quelques reprises arrivant à une seconde près cependant. À toute sa hauteur, il se tenait à une hauteur de 4'11', bien que son solide cadre musculaire semblait beaucoup plus intimidant tout en portant son épais courrier de plaque de fer. Le temps avait cependant fait regretter Flint son choix d'armure, entre la pluie froide et les vents constants qu'il sentait comme s'il était enfermé dans un épais bloc de glace.
Soudain la pluie s'arrêta pour ce qui semblait être la douzième fois ce jour-là, un fait qui fit regarder Flint vers le ciel en légère surprise. Secouant rapidement la tête d'une manière que l'on ne pouvait décrire que comme des gouttes d'eau comme un chien remplissait rapidement l'air pendant un bref moment alors que sa barbe tournait d'un coup à l'autre. Déplacement de son poids dans une tentative de se rendre plus à l'aise sur son siège de fortune (qui n'était vraiment qu'une demi-brûlure pourrie qu'il avait trouvé), il n'a pas perdu de temps à chercher dans un sac à dos de taille moyenne qui se trouvait à côté de sa jambe droite. Il a fait un point de seulement voyager avec l'essentiel nu, la plupart des voyages, il a porté peu plus que sa mace, bouclier, et sac à dos signature qui était normalement enfoncé sur son dos.
Ses petites mains blindées ont apparemment trouvé ce qu'elles recherchaient assez rapidement; une petite bouteille brun ambre embrayée triomphalement dans sa main droite en quelques instants. C'était une belle bouteille de cognac d'Antivan qu'il avait gagné un marchand d'Orlésien dans un jeu plutôt chaud de la grâce méchante. Il l'avait sauvé pour une occasion spéciale ou une blessure particulièrement méchante, mais assis ici dans les bois froids avec l'ennui presque écrasant il avait décidé que c'était un temps aussi bon que n'importe quel autre. À l'aide de ses dents comme un ouvre-bouteille, il a mordu sur l'épais bouchon et s'est tordu, provoquant une forte «pop» à sonner toute la nuit. Levant la bouteille à sa bouche, il a pris deux longues perruques, le liquide chaud légèrement piquant l'arrière de sa gorge pendant qu'il la prenait. En quelques instants, il sentit l'effet, son corps tendu se desserrait légèrement tandis que l'alcool de fantaisie fonctionnait sa magie. Il s'est même senti un peu plus chaud.
En toute honnêteté, l'alcool était l'une de ses choses préférées à venir à la surface, contrairement à la maison à Orzammar où tout le monde était littéralement utilisé pour boire de la terre fermentée et des champignons. En pensant aux bières dwarven à la maison, il lui a fait frissonner, l'ancienne saveur dégoutante familière qui remplit sa bouche d'un goût fantôme étrange qu'il ne pouvait jamais oublier.
Brièvement perdu en pensant à sa vie précédente chez lui, l'esprit de Flint a commencé à errer seulement pour être déchiré à la réalité quand il a entendu le mouvement dans la ligne d'arbre derrière lui. S'emparant rapidement de l'ancienne poignée usée qui était attachée à sa masse épaisse, il a sorti le morceau d'acier terni du sol où il s'était reposé, son bouclier rond en bois battu apparaissant aussi de nulle part dans son autre main. Il était clair par les nombreuses culottes, éraflures et bosselures sur son armure et ses armes qu'il était beaucoup plus familier avec le combat que votre homme moyen.
Frappant une pose défensive ses yeux brun foncé percés frénétiquement la ligne d'arbre dans l'espoir de trouver la source du bruit, il espérait que c'était simplement l'un de ses alliés qu'il était ici pour rencontrer... mais sachant sa chance, c'était probablement une bande de bandits sauvages ou lyriques fougueux. Après tout, la vie n'a jamais été facile pour Flint. | Name: Flint Cadash
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Appearance: Like most Dwarfs Flint's battle scarred features are kept hidden behind a thick brownish beard that is almost always kept tied in overly elaborate brades, his grumpy pudgy pit bullish face a seemingly constant mask of weariness-the look of a man that has seen far to much of the dark side of life in Thedas. Of all his features the one that stands out most of all is the large black S shaped tattoo on his right cheek, although his crooked nose (clearly having been broken a few times) comes in at a close second. At his full height he stands at a whopping 4'11”, although his stout muscular frame looks much more intimidating while encased in his thick iron plate mail.
Nationality: N/A (Orzamar outcast)
Race: Dwarf
Organization/Occupation: Inquisition/Mercenary
Equipment: Aside from an enchanted wooden Buckler and his average looking mace Flint carries the bare essentials along with a few personal knicknacks, all of which he usually keeps bound to his back in an old leather rucksack.
Specialization: Carta “Training”
History: Born the lowest of the low in a society where position is everything Flint was quick to learn just how important standing up for himself was, a fact that lead him down a path of constant fights and run ins with the law. In his world though the fact of the matter was his family could either starve or eat off the coin he earned doing things many claimed the paragons frowned upon.
Sod the paragons.
The stone had found it fit to give Flint a hard body and soft soul, a fact that clashed with the day to day dealings of his various “jobs”. Nonetheless for eighteen long years Flint begrudgingly locked his conscience away.
After years of hard work, shady dealings, and a fair amount of blood Flint had made his way up to a position of some actual importance-at least it was an important position to the far to numerous casteless that occupied Dust Town. For almost a year things had begun to look up for Flint, serving just underneath a wicked woman named Jarvia had brought him more wealth then he had ever seen up to that point in his life-he had so much money he was even able to afford a fancy looking ring for his younger sister.
All good things must come to an end as they say though, something Flint truly took to heart after the death of Jarvia-an event that created a power vacum unseen in Dust Town for as long as Flint could remember. One thing led to another and before Flint knew it he was taking his first (and hesitant) steps onto the surface, the ensuing blood bath in Dust Town having earned him and a handful of other teary eyed dwarfs a one way ticket above ground.
Amazingly Flint was shocked to find that he took to surface life far better then he would have ever imagined, his mace and shield quickly finding him work as he was drug off on various adventures throughout his years of traveling. And even more impressive was how almost all of those large bumbling humans didn't pay any heed to his permanently tattooed face-to them he was 'just another dwarf.' |
53,498 | 1,458 | 1 | 2,049 | 6,923 | À Flints (tout à fait agréable) ne surprendre aucun groupe de templiers en colère ou de venatori a éclaté dans la forêt autour de lui; au lieu de ses yeux ont été accueillis avec le site de quelque chose de beaucoup plus mortel - une femme Orlésienne solitaire. La vue du nouveau venu a immédiatement fait Flint baisser son bouclier et sa masse tout en prononçant un rire audible; le mauvais morceau d'os écraser l'acier maintenant suspendu lâchement de sa main droite comme si c'était un bâton inoffensif qu'il avait ramassé du sol. Les grognements profonds comme le rire qui s'échappait de sa bouche pouvaient même être entendus par la pluie qui semblait être revenue malgré les meilleurs vœux de Flints.
Rapidement Flint est tombé à l'étape avec son homologue beaucoup plus beau; son corps court stubby une masse d'armure jonglante comme il a fait de son mieux pour suivre le plus grand Erika. En toute honnêteté, la vue était plutôt comique.
-- Alors, vous dites que je n'aurais pas dû apporter la moitié d'un sac plein de Gaatlok? Flint aboie vers Erika; apparemment il trouvait drôle qu'il coure avec assez d'explosifs pour souffler un trou de la taille d'une maison dans le flanc de la montagne attaché à son dos. "Ils ont dit qu'ils voulaient que les opérations se calment après tout."
À ceux qui connaissaient Flint, ses antiques presque imprudents étaient non seulement un endroit commun, mais étonnamment plus souvent alors pas fait le travail sans se tuer d'une manière ou d'une autre dans le processus: sans parler des tas de corps et d'attention souvent laissés dans son sillage. S'il avait pris le temps de réfléchir s'il avait pu se rendre compte que c'était pour ces mêmes raisons qu'il s'était fait "partenariat" avec des individus de plus en plus à tête de niveau avec de plus en plus de fréquence que de tard : des gens comme Erika avaient un moyen de convaincre Flint de freiner son comportement risqué habituel.
Tout comme Flint a fini de remplir Erika sur le fait qu'il avait assez d'explosifs pour les faire exploser tous les deux dix fois, ils ont fait leur chemin dans l'ouverture de la grotte Erika avait conduit la paire vers-la grande étendue de tunnels à l'intérieur bien tordant dans l'obscurité et hors de vue.
Pauser un moment pour attraper son souffle Flint a pris un moment pour se reposer dans le confort des murs de pierre froide qui maintenant les encercle - son bref moment de sérénité cependant a été déchiré car tout au son familier du rire pouvait être entendu écho en bas du tunnel. Seulement il n'y avait aucune trace d'humour derrière ce câlin, au lieu de cela c'était un rire malsain et tordu; le genre de bruit de refroidissement osseux qui est si loin d'avoir quelque chose à voir avec quelque chose de drôle que n'importe quelle oreille peut immédiatement faire la différence.
C'était un bruit que Flint avait entendu souvent dans sa courte vie sur Thedas. | "It is who I am"
Name
Vat-Katari
Age
30
Gender
Male
Race
Vashoth
Appearance
Vat-Katari, like the rest of his people, is a massive individual when compared to the other races. Standing at a staggering 7'4" and having a incredibly robust body build many consider Vat-Katari to have quite the intimidating stature. His hair is a wild white mane that hangs down below his shoulders that is paired with a fair amount of facial hair, though no where near the standard Dwarf amount. His eyes are a bright copper color, being borderline red. Vat-Katari is covered from head to toe in a mind boggling amount of scars, looking like has had been attacked with everything from an arrow to Mage lightning. He dawns a various assortment of piercings all over his body, even on his horns.
Nationality
Was born on Seheron
Group Affiliation
Tal-Vashoth
Occupation
Bandit Chief
Specialization
Saarebas
Equipment/Weapons
Vat-Katari's arsenal differs dramatically from what is expected from most Mages who inhabit Thedas. For example he doesn't carry nor use a staff, he finds them ineffective and cumbersome. Instead of robes Vat-Katari wears a small amount of armor paired with a full body painting of Vitaar for protection. He keeps a small pack of essentials on him at all times that consist of food, healing potions, coin, and other such things. He also makes sure to always have some lyrium on him in case he needs a boost.
Bio
Despite being born on the Qunari controlled island of Seheron Vat-Katari was never under the rule of the Qun do to his parents being a pair of Tal-Vashoth warriors, which in retrospect may have given him a better start in life when in comparison to other Qunari mages, though that may only be true to a small margin. Being raised Tal-Vashoth is the basic equivalent of nonstop combat training, Vat-Katari was practically expected to be able to kill a man before he could speak. Luckily for Vat-Katari he took to fighting like a Darkspawn to the Deep Roads, finding quite the thrill in bloodshed. His training only became more intense once his magical capabilities revealed itself, the Tal-Vashoth wouldn't waste the power of a mage especially one as promising as Vat-Katari. He picked up the magic style of the other Tal-Vashoth mages, some former Saarebas while others being born into the Tal-Vashoth like himself, rather quickly and was eventually put into the Tal-Vashoth's battle against the Qunari.
Vat-Katari spent years battling Qunari forces across Seheron, even managing to become one of the Ben-Hassrath's most wanted fugitives. His battling the Qunari may have gone on even longer if Vat-Katari's greed didn't push him to pursue different interests. As much as he enjoyed the thrill of battle Vat-Katari loved wealth even more and he realized that he wouldn't get that by being just some Tal-Vashoth warrior. So he began to raid villages, stealing anything and everything of value. Eventually Vat-Katari wanted more than what the small villages of Seheron could offer so he set off for the mainland.
It took a few years and more than a few broken bones, luckily most of which weren't Vat-Katari's, but Vat-Katari was able to build himself a pretty impressive bandit clan. They namely focused on knocking over large trade caravans with the occasional village raid thrown in. They are currently set up in an abandoned fortress located on the Storm Coast, it is easy to defend and great for hording their loot. |
53,499 | 1,458 | 2 | 456 | 59 | Asha'ren s'est réveillée à de grandes gouttes de pluie s'éclaboussant sur ses caractéristiques angulaires. Les yeux gris s'ouvraient pour voir que les toiles cirées qu'elle avait achetées lors de son dernier voyage à la ville n'étaient pas assez solides pour échapper au temps qu'elle avait vécu ici sur la côte. Se maudissant sous son souffle, elle jeta son rouleau de lit et tira sur ses bottes déjà humides avant de pousser les quelques choses qu'elle avait laissées couchées dans sa tente dans son sacoche. Elle a roulé son lit rapidement, heureux que les gouttes semblaient avoir commencé sur son visage et n'a pas laissé ses couvertures trempées avant qu'elle se rende compte de ce qui se passait. C'était certainement l'un des inconvénients de son corps qui courait plus chaud que les autres, elle était presque toujours la dernière à réaliser quand ses vêtements étaient trempés.
Heureusement, elle avait réalisé que c'était peut-être une possibilité, alors elle avait campé près d'une petite grotte qui ressemblait à ce qu'elle ferait pour s'abriter. Elle a rapidement jeté ses quelques affaires dans la grotte avec son manteau et son gilet, laissant sa chemise, ses leggings en cuir et ses bottes seulement. Elle a démonté sa tente avec soin, en s'assurant qu'elle n'a pas déchiré les toiles. Bien qu'il n'ait pas prouvé lui-même contre le temps de la côte de la tempête, elle n'a certainement pas prévu de vivre ici pour toujours et il peut encore prouver de service. En outre, même si elle n'a pas fini par l'utiliser à nouveau, elle était relativement certaine qu'elle serait capable de le vendre à quelqu'un, peut-être même à un profit si elle avait de la chance.
Une fois qu'elle était sortie de l'eau, elle a pris le temps de construire un petit feu et de se changer en chemise sèche, en boutonnant l'épaisse veste en cuir dessus pour la protéger. Elle a posé son équipement humide sur un rocher pour sécher et a allumé l'une des dernières torches sèches qu'elle a dû regarder autour de la grotte. Voir un tunnel se diriger vers l'arrière de la caverne Asha a posé quelques pièges pour dissuader tout ce qui était prévu de venir derrière elle. Elle s'assit et se dessécha par son petit feu, savourant la sensation de la chaleur contre sa peau. Asha a creusé dans son sac et a trouvé un petit morceau de secousse qu'elle mâchait lentement et qui n'a servi qu'à faire croître sa faim. Avec un grognement frustré Asha s'empara de son équipement et sortit de la grotte, heureux de constater que la pluie s'était arrêtée et qu'il s'agissait maintenant d'une douce brume.
Asha a suivi un peu les sentiers de la faune, essayant de chasser un petit animal qui la nourrirait pendant quelques jours. Intention sur sa trace, Asha n'a pas remarqué l'elfe trempé jusqu'à ce qu'elle soit juste derrière lui, bien qu'il ne l'ait pas encore remarquée. Qui êtes-vous?Asha a demandé, en gardant une flèche pointée et en faisant un pas en arrière pour se donner de la place au feu si nécessaire. | Name: Asha’ren (Asha or Ash)
Age: 31
Gender: F
Race: Elf-blooded
Nationality: Born in Kirkwall in the Free-Marches
Group Affiliation: none
Occupation: Guide-Though she started out as a petty thief and card-sharp, she’s found that life after the incident at the conclave her skills are much better used to help navigate civilians through the perilous wilderness, for a decent sum of course.
Appearance: Asha has auburn hair and piercing grey eyes that are always taking in the world around her. She’s a master at gathering information, whether it’s by making contacts within a city or tracking dinner through the forest. Though she has the build of her human mother, tall and solid, her facial features and ears reveal her elven father’s heritage.
Equipment/Weapons: Asha carries a well made bow and a couple mismatched daggers. She typically wears leather leggings, knee high boots and some combination of a vest and blouse combo with some bracers over her sleeves to protect the fabric from the bowstring. A brown wool cloak trimmed with fur from animals she’s hunted since leaving the city tops off her ensemble. She carries a small satchel that she wears slung across her body and that contains all she owns in the world, a doll her mother made her, a few necessary survival tools, bits of food and a map of the area she’d managed to lift off a merchant.
Bio:
Asha’ren was born to a Low-Town merchant and her elven husband who hailed from Kirkwall’s alienage. As she grew up she helped in her mother’s shop until her mother got sick and perished. Her father wasted away, mourning for his lost love. Several years after her mother died, her father followed, leaving her in charge of the small shop. Though she tried her best to maintain the business, other merchants pushed her out and she eventually had to close shop. After her business failed Asha tried to stay with her father’s family in the alienage but they turned her away, telling her that having someone of her blood around would put the rest of them in danger. As a parting gift, Asha’s grandmother gave her a gorgeous bow and a quiver of arrows to protect herself.
Heartbroken and homeless, Asha spent some time in the Hanged Man winning enough at cards to buy some food and a dry place to sleep for a week or so before being kicked out. She stole a couple daggers and some gold on her way out, fleeing to the docks and stowed away onto a cargo ship. As her luck would have it, she was discovered as the ship was just hitting the Storm Coast. She was unceremoniously dumped overboard and by some miracle managed to keep her things with her. She swam to shore and has been lurking around the Storm Coast ever since, hunting for food and scavenging goods that washed up. Occasionally she’ll act as guide to travelers who weren’t prepared for the perils of the coast. She has created a little camp and makes a tidy enough living to keep herself in warm clothes and good ale. She’ll occasionally foray into the city to sell the things she’s found but has become accustomed to the solitude she finds out on the coast. |
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