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 Posted: Fri Jul 01, 2011 9:38 pm
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Posted: Sun Sep 04, 2011 10:02 pm
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Posted: Sun Sep 04, 2011 10:03 pm
Kirkis Bloodfire ◄ ◄ ◄ cideon (occasionally the Kirkis Bloodfire mule)   xxxxxx[ ȶ | ћ | e | Ɍ | u | ɗ | ɨ | ɱ | e | n | ȶ | s ]... N a m e : Kirkis Bloodfire S p e c i e s : human; more specifically a phantom G e n d e r : Male A g e : used to be about 24; has been around for maybe 100-200 years H e i g h t : 5'10" W e i g h t : 150 lbsE y e s : A rich jade-like shade.
S k i n T o n e : average light, lighter than a fair tan. Hard to tan when you’re dead. S e x : prefers not to be reminded of what he’s missing out on B u i l d : Slim with toned muscles, but nothing bulging unless he flexes. He’s a civilised butler, he doesn't need muscles. Only a lot of dexterity. O t h e r N o t a b l e F e a t u r e s : Kirkis remains handsome in death, looking just like he did when he was alive except for his bloodletting eyes and a dehiscenced chest wound. The eyes are hidden by his red hair, mainly the bangs, which move about easily with his movements, but never seem to let you have a peek at his eyes behind them (unless he wants to show you). As a ghost, he has several abilities that function almost like powers, but are inherent of his "species". He usually appears and feels real, but he can fade away, becoming much like a mist, and then nothing. As such, he can travel through almost all of the castle, and up to a mile away from the castle grounds (with Veritas' permission, he could theoretically go anywhere in the castle, and even beyond this kingdom; has not been tested yet). Able to move things around with a thought, and do creepy ghost voice plus flicker candles and other dramatic lighting. His presence (unannounced) may sometimes be indicated by a cold feeling in a room, but he has gotten better at hiding it, usually. As his visual representation is only a mirror of his soul, he can be dressed in anything he has a mind to. xxxxxx[ ȶ | ћ | e | Ρ | σ | s | ɨ | ȶ | ɨ | σ | n ]... K i n g d o m : Veritas (has lived in every other kingdom when he was alive) C l a s s : servant (to a god) O c c u p a t i o n : butler (head of staff) A l l i e s : Sara Bellerose, Ryan Riley, possibly Veritas (is he really on anyone’s side though?) E n e m i e s : Disruptive guests annoy him, but it’s doubtful any want to harm him. Claus is a close contender for the position, however.xxxxxx[ ȶ | ћ | e | H | ɨ | s | ȶ | σ | r | ӌ ]... H i s t o r y : Kirkis was an average young man with grand dreams of becoming a knight. As he had no male parentage though, he was declared unfit for duty. He instead became a jack of all trades, and traveled and lived in every Kingdom. He had gained admittance to the Kingdom of the god Veritas, but he was attacked on his journey by a highwayman, and killed. His sheer force of will (perhaps influenced by the god) allowed his spectre to remain on the mortal plane, and he was able to meet his 'employer'. He was given the task of being the castle's butler, which generally consists of being caretaker of all routine tasks including housekeeping, cooking, entertainment, stocking, etc. The fact that he is dead does not seem to be a problem as this means he can actually work all day and all night to ensure things get done. P e r s o n a l i t y : Kirkis is a friendly fellow, eager to help. He doesn’t often take his guests’ insults personally, knowing he and the mixed staff (from several kingdoms) are doing the best they can. He will take offense to an insult or mistreatment of another servant, and be quick to either defend, or at least distract. A bit distracted himself at time with all his duties, but he does take the time to relax in his completely sealed room that mainly only he can enter. L i k e s : The polite guests. Servants who aren't lazy (don't have to be workaholics though, he understands people need breaks). Being able to make a grumpy guest smile. D i s l i k e s : People who are cruel for no reason, or something pathetic as their own amusement. Very arrogant people.xxxxxx[ ȶ | ћ | e | A | ɗ | ɗ | ɨ | ȶ | ɨ | σ | n | s ]... P o w e r : His touch is that of death itself, in a sense. His bare touch will feel icy cold to anyone else, even through clothing. He 'wears' his white gloves to help alleviate this somewhat. As a result, he cannot touch food plates, or food/drink itself for very long without causing it to rot. To assist him, he not only moves quickly (with his quick "here and gone" abilities) in the dining hall when helping to serve dinner, but makes full use of the silver platters to help protect the food items.]xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r S t r e n g t h s : Can focus and make his cold touch feel so cold it might paralyze someone (not so much magically, but because it comes as a shock to someone). In very rare cases, severe frostbite might even occur. ]xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r W e a k n e s s e s : Uses a lot of energy of his to strengthen it, from which he needs to actually rest in his room to regain (or be 'powered up' by Veritas). ]xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r M a s t e r y : 9 W e a p o n s : No weapon in particular. If he wants to hit someone, he could, but doesn't know any real methods of fighting. Just a slap or something perhaps. Would rather use his power to unsettle someone than actually hurt them. 
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Posted: Sun Sep 04, 2011 10:05 pm
SOKAR STORMWIND ◄ ◄ ◄ cideonxxxxxxxxxxxx  xxxxxx[ ȶ | ћ | e | Ɍ | u | ɗ | ɨ | ɱ | e | n | ȶ | s ]...
N a m e : Sokar Stormwind
S p e c i e s : Northern wolf - werehuman
G e n d e r : Male
A g e : 32 (human year equivalency)
H e i g h t : (in order of wolf, werehuman, and human) 4'6" | 6'0" | 6'4"
W e i g h t : 135 lbs | 200 lbs | 250 lbs
E y e s : Yellow
S k i n T o n e : Gray/black/white fur; tanned skin
S e x : Straight
B u i l d : Muscular in wolf and werehuman forms, extra buff in human shape
O t h e r N o t a b l e F e a t u r e s : Small teeth scars all over his shoulders. Larger scar over his left cheek, in any form.
xxxxxx[ ȶ | ћ | e | Ρ | σ | s | ɨ | ȶ | ɨ | σ | n ]...
K i n g d o m : Veritas, formerly lived in both Justice and Wrath
C l a s s : servant (formerly soldier)
O c c u p a t i o n : Head Gardener (formerly knight)
A l l i e s : Lorelei Gavini, Lucas Masterson, Evony Wood, Corrine Masterson. Also anyone from his group in the Catacombs, or the demon-hunting party led by Jack.
E n e m i e s : He assumes anyone from Wrath or Justice might be out to get him.
xxxxxx[ ȶ | ћ | e | H | ɨ | s | ȶ | σ | r | ӌ ]...
H i s t o r y : A werewolf is termed as a creature who is human and can become wolflike under duress. A werehuman is one that is a wolf who can become more humanlike under similar circumstances. Sokar was born to a wolf mother and lived most of his young life as one, but was cursed and tried to live as a human (despite having strong animalistic features). As a citizen of the Kingdom of Justice, he tried to learn how to be a knight. Eventually, he was ridiculed and kicked out in his later teen years. Feeling hatred for this, he emigrated to the Kingdom of Wrath, where his nature was welcome. However, there was too much cruelty that his true side (the wolf) could not endure. Rather than end his own life, he found a sanctuary here with Veritas. He keeps the flowers alive and is safe from reprisal from both Justice and Wrath (both of which would love to seem him dead because he knows of their training). He's a quiet sort, never having gotten good or comfortable with speaking, and sometimes he is slow to understand human concepts. Often appears neutral though he may be severely pissed or happy on the inside because wolf body language is different than that of humans. He speaks in broken sentences because he had to learn a verbal language in his teenage years. His accent is a mix of Justice, Wrath, and his own rough-voiced speech.
P e r s o n a l i t y : Sokar is a gruff individual who finds himself often confused (and judgemental) of human customs. He is a bit biased on wolves being better and smarter creatures than humans, but he has accepted his fate as a member of this "pack". He is patient with young persons, and would never harm one. He is rather protective of females, not because he thinks them weaker than him, but it feels "natural" to do so, because so much of a male's life is devoted to getting and keeping one, that they seem very valuable.
L i k e s : His gardens, so much as to take a quiet pride in them. Enjoys meat he's hunted, but is developing a taste for human food that sometimes the servants share with him. Hunting and running in general. Quiet. People who respect his work and the gardens themselves.
D i s l i k e s : Loud people. People thinking they're superior to wolves. His curse. Thorns in his paws.
xxxxxx[ ȶ | ћ | e | A | ɗ | ɗ | ɨ | ȶ | ɨ | σ | n | s ]...
P o w e r : Because of his curse, he can change his shape to that of a werehuman, a mix of beast and man.
]xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r S t r e n g t h s : Besides the ability of speech, he also gains more human-like joints and hands. Does not lose much of his wolf senses (such as hearing and smell).
]xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r W e a k n e s s e s : The transformation is a very painful one, as he has to feel his bones and tendons reshape themselves, whilst muscle and connective tissue pull and stretch. Not an instant power, it take a minute at least.
]xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r M a s t e r y : 7
P o w e r : As a natural creature with now with a human curiosity to learn about everything without wanting to, Sokar realized he can feel general emotions from his plants. Not any one plant in specific, except for large ones like trees and large hedges. But he can sense if they are infected with a disease, under attack from bugs, content with his care, etc. It assists in his duties, though he does not realize just how sentient they truly are.
]xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r S t r e n g t h s : Sokar does not have to concentrate, he can sense the emotions of the flora like a person can hear their friend talking as soon as the message leaves their lips.
]xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r W e a k n e s s e s : While the gardener can concentrate to try to figure out details, it's not a perfect skill, and he does not have a clue on how to communicate back (he may pat a tree, but has no real way to know if they even acknowledge it).
]xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r M a s t e r y : 5
W e a p o n s : Formerly a longsword which he keeps in his shack, nowadays a shovel or his teeth if he needs to shoo away garden pests, or hunt for extra food.
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Posted: Sun Sep 04, 2011 10:07 pm
Claus Revelle ◄ ◄ ◄ Aeon-of-Eclipse xxxxxxxxxxxx  xxxxxx
However, the warlock didn't really place a spell on him: he was actually performing a sealing ritual! Before Claus realized what he was doing, the warlock sealed the entertainer in a theatrical mask. It turns out, the warlock was insane, and in his delusions, trapped Claus so that he could 'never be alone again'. Claus would be trapped in this mask for many years, sitting on the warlock's shelf as the mask collected dust and the warlock began to lose more of his mind.
No record remains of what happened in that time, but after several decades, a masked man emerged from the warlock's cottage, bearing the same mask that Claus had been imprisoned in. The man was Claus himself, but was...changed. He was somehow released from the mask, bearing magical powers and talents. His goal had also slightly changed: he already believed that he was the greatest artistic talent alive, but now, all he really wanted was an audience. He had heard rumors of a God, Veritas, who was bored half of the time. In short time, he had not only found Veritas, but became Veritas' royal jester from then on.
This was were he belonged now. P e r s o n a l i t y : Being encased in a magical mask for several years took it's toll on Claus' formal personality. Before, he had rational goals and somewhat polite mannerisms. Now, his goals are somewhat farfetched and his politeness is earned only in very small amounts; the rest of the time, he's spent having fun and cracking jokes. He takes his role as a jester to heart, being careless and somewhat detached from the gravity of situations he's found himself in before, even to the point of not flinching at death. However, despite all of his jester antics, something dark lies beneath his mask, and questions resulting from what he endured during his imprisonment in the mask have arose. L i k e s : Fun, Jokes, Royals (joke material right there), audience members, carnival settings, Art, Allowing his ideas to materialize D i s l i k e s : Official royal business, being ridiculed for his appearance, dirty areas, sadness, ants xxxxxx[ ȶ | ћ | e | A | ɗ | ɗ | ɨ | ȶ | ɨ | σ | n | s ]... P o w e r : The power of sensory illusion. ]xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r S t r e n g t h s : Claus illusion mastery is something to be commended. While one is under it's effects, their senses become manipulated to make the victim believe that the illusion is real. He can make people smell flowers when they aren't really there, or make people witness a murder when there wasn't really one, or hear the cries of a woman when there is none near, or feel the sensation of a thousand bugs crawling on one's skin when not a single one is present. It is so real, that he can make one believe that they have suffered an injury such as a stab wound or a broken bone if he wanted to. ]xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r W e a k n e s s e s : As strong as his illusion power is, he has not overcome one rather large flaw: he cannot manipulate the sense of taste at all. Though in some cases this isn't necessary, some of his illusions can be broken if one tastes something that was not a part of it. Also, his illusions can be broken when the user feels actual pain, rather than the fake sensation of pain Claus can inflict. His powers also have a radius effect: his illusions can only reach an area of about 25 yards radius around him. ]xxxxxxxxxx P o w e r M a s t e r y : 9 - near god, very few mistakes W e a p o n s : A polished white crook, a tool sometimes used in theater. He also carries a deck of tarot cards that can function as throwing weapons.
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Posted: Sat Sep 24, 2011 12:39 am
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