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[Nilara Oroboros]

Character Sheet

Name: Aeon Chross
Pronunciation: Ey-On Cross
Nicknames/Titles: Mecha Phoenix, Cyborg Freak, Robot Puppet-Master
Soul Name: Ferruntas; meaning, “Iron Willed”, or “Will of Steel”.
SN Pronunciation: Fiir-Un-Taas
Soul Form: His soul takes the form of a Vaalres. A creature that looks like a hybrid of a tiger, dragon and phoenix.

Age: 21
Birthplace: Village of Vaal
Gender: Male
Species: Human, cyborg. (Cyborg is just a term, not an actual race.)
Blood Type: Unknown
Dominant Hand: Left-handed pre-accident. Ambidextrous Post-accident.

Mental Health: He is a genius. Incredibly skilled in work which requires logic. Somewhat obsessive about his personal project, which he keeps top-secret from everyone. In addition, he seems to be suffering from PTSD, blaming himself for the accident that killed most of his research team and nearly destroyed him. This has given him an extreme fear towards Magical Anomalies, and Magical Events beyond his or others control.
Physical Health: Apart from being mostly robotic, he has very good physical health. However, he has developed an allergy to Magical Energies. Although he can still use magic, it will tire him out more than usually; and if he overuses it, it will eventually poison him.

Family: Unknown, thought to be dead.
Friends: Says he does not have any friends, and is not interested in making any. Assistants and research-partners however, are highly appreciated.
Other Relations: He holds his comrades in Mech Phoenix high, and would not think twice to dive head first into dangerous situations to save any of them. And although the members of the group think of their leader as their best friend, he refuses to admit the feeling is mutual.

Sexual Orientation: Asexual
Sexual Activity: None
Personal Status: Single, not interested.

Native Language: English
Other Languages: Can read a plethora of different languages, but is unable to speak most of them.
Voice: Somewhat dark. Has an echo-like sound from time-to-time, due to having to repair his vocal cords with cybernetics.

Height: 1.71m Pre-Accident, ca. 1.85m Post-Accident.
Weight: 75kg Pre-Accident, ca. 120-135kg Post-Accident; robotic parts included.
Skin: His skin is very pale, as it has lost all of its pigmentation.
Eyes: His right eye has been replaced with a cybernetic eye; and his left eye has turned to a solid amethyst colour with a black pupil, due to sudden overexposure to Magical Energies.
Hair: Originally, a natural blonde, his hair turned to a grey-turquoise colour after the accident. It is slightly spiky, and almost shoulder length. The right side of his head is bald, due to it being damaged and having to be repaired using cybernetics.
Scars/Imperfections: Most of his body (That isn’t cybernetic) is covered in various scars that have a seemingly light-blue or purple hue.
Tattoos/Piercings: Aeon has no tattoos or piercings.
Appearance: 85% of his body has been damaged, 60% of which has been nearly destroyed. Most of his right side has been replaced with cybernetics, including his entire ribcage, a part of his spine and almost all of his internal organs. The rest of his body is heavily covered in scars due to overexposure to Magical Energies.

Clothing/Equipment: He usually wears a white tank top, dark-beige military style shorts and a single gunmetal-grey almost knee-high boot on his left leg. He has a large, self-made mechanical glove on his left hand that is identical to his cybernetic right hand. He always carries a leather bag around, that hangs around his neck and under his right arm. This bag is seemingly bottomless, and allows Aeon to manifest his many technical parts and equipment.
Most Valuable Possession: His Equipment Bag.
Weapons: His own body modifications, plus any mechanical object in the close vicinity. The various robotics and miscellaneous found in his Equipment Bag.

Occupation: Technomancer, Mercenary. Leader of a group of outlaw Technomancers called “Mech Phoenix”. (Short for “Mecha Phoenix”)
Current Place of Residence:
Hobbies: Loves tinkering with everything mechanical. Always trying to find ways to upgrade his own modifications.
Favourite Misc: Colours; grey and azure. Animals; racoons. Food; no real preference. Numbers; has no favourite number. Likes numbers in general.
Likes: Any type of machinery. Technomancy. His creations.
Dislikes: Magical anomalies. Anyone who messes up his workspace. Failing in what he considers “simple tasks”. The GoP.
Fears: Has a fear of being powerless to do anything. If he does not have access to his equipment and has lost the ability to use his modifications properly, he will panic. Magical Anomalies, and other uncontrollable Magical Events.
Beliefs: Has no particular belief. Is not a member of any church. Prefers reason and logic over gut feelings and intuition.
Personality: Cautious; does not usually act on impulse. Slight OCD; hates having his workspace unorganized, or any other place for that matter. Curios; will put almost anything on hold if he finds something unusual or interesting.
Alignment: True Neutral
Quirks:
Quote: “Magic is both amazing and terrible; it may have nearly destroyed me, but it also made me who I am today.”

Elements: Primary; Lightning. Secondary; Earth.
Skills/Abilities: Technomancy and Puppet Magic. Excellent marksman with a plethora of firearms, but no expert. Expert engineer and mechanic.
Fighting Style: Somewhat aggressive, usually starting a fight by making a Golem. If the Golem fails, he will go over to ranged combat; using technomancy to either create a firearm of sorts, or turn his right arm into an arm-cannon. He will only enter close-ranged combat if absolutely necessary.
Class/Battle Role: Technomancer, ranged offense and support, taking aggro.
Strengths: Powerful Technomancer. Ability to use his own body as a weapon. Puppet Magic, can turn nearly any machinery into a puppet Golem. The power of the Golem relies mostly on the quality of the machinery used, however. The Golem will also seize to function if the Energy Threads between it and Aeon are cut. Has partial knowledge in unarmed melee combat, although most of that strength comes from his modifications. Excellent eyesight, can see very well in the dark. He can also use his robotic eye to receive information on people and creatures; as well as use thermal and x-ray vision.
Weaknesses: Powerless if he loses control over his body modifications. Somewhat weak physically. Sensitive eyesight, can easily be temporary blinded with bright lights. Weak to cold and hot temperatures. Weak to pure Magical Energy, as that will overload his cybernetics. This is potentially lethal to him, as most of his organs are either dependant on his modifications, or completely cybernetic. His allergy towards magic also make healing magic potentially dangerous to him.

MISC Info: Every piece of robotics he makes or has made (Including his own body-modifications.) are made of Arkanium, a sturdy metal that easily conducts Magical Energies.

Feats of Interests: Almost successfully making a machine that could rip through time and space using technomancy. Or probably even more impressive; surviving the disaster that ensued when the machine failed.
Motivation:
Background:

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[Nilara Oroboros]

Character Sheet

Name: Nox Kuroa
Pronunciation: Nox Ku-ro-a
Nicknames/Titles: Foxy b*****d, Troublemaker, Noxy, Sadistic Monster
Soul Name: Nocturgáro; meaning “The Trickster that plays in the Night”.
SN Pronunciation: Nokt-Uhr-Gaar-Oh
Soul Form: They are from a spiritual species, therefore; Their true form IS Their Soul Form.


Age: Claims to be around 1000 years. Appears to be around 17-19 in human form.
Gender: Shapeshifter. Can take any gender at whim. Usually appears as male. Genderless in Their true form, although it is believed this can be changed as well.
Species: Fox Spirit
Blood Type: Unknown
Dominant Hand: Ambidextrous

Mental Health: Other than Their crippling claustrophobia and being a complete sadist, They have no disorders or anything that would suggest to Them being mentally unstable.
Physical Health: Due to Them being a shapeshifter, it is pretty hard to see whether They are sick or not. Nox has however stated that Fox Spirits usually don’t get sick, due to their excellent immune system and their close relation to nature.


Family: They are a part of the Kuroa Clan, but has admitted to being exiled due to Their personality and sadistic tendencies.
Friends: As a wanderer, They have made many friends on Their travels; though almost all of them are just people from the different villages and towns They have visited. Even though most people would consider these kinds of friends as temporary due to the constant traveling; Nox has never, and will never forget the people They have befriended. They would risk Their life to protect them, if necessary.
Other Relations: They have made a couple of enemies along Their travels, though a lot of them are just other Bounty Hunters that are mad that such a carefree being could steal their jobs. And a lot of villagers are probably getting tired of all Their pranks.

Sexual Orientation: Attracted to anyone They deem attractive, physically or personality-wise.
Sexual Activity: Active in both male and female forms. Very open about their sexual life.
Personal Status: Single, but not really looking for a binding relationship.

Native Language: Unknown. When They do speak in Their native tongue, it sounds more like barking than actual words.
Other Languages: Speaks English fluently, and is what They use to communicate on a daily basis. Can speak to animals. Knows a couple of different languages, including Elven and Draconic.
Voice: Soft, somewhat elegant. It is hard to decide if Their voice is feminine or masculine. Has an echo-like tone to it, almost as if two people were speaking at the same time. Somewhat high pitched when excited, loses some of its softness and elegance. Turn almost malevolent with a somewhat excited tone when torturing others.

Height: True form (Standing on all fours.) around 1.50m from head to paw. Human form usually around 1.60m, but it varies.
Weight: Varies. Not documented.
Skin: Usually very pale, but varies with each form.
Eyes: Black sclera with a white iris, no visible pupil.
Hair: Their fur in Their true form is snow-white, but pitch-black at the tip of Their tails and ears, along with a black mane around Their neck. In human form, Their hair is usually snow-white.
Scars/Imperfections: Has an "X" shaped scar on Their right shoulder that covers Their clan-tattoo, as a symbol of Their banishment. This appears on any form Nox takes.
Tattoos/Piercings: Has a black clan-tattoo on Their right shoulder; however it is covered by an “X” shaped scar, as a symbol of Their banishment. This appears on any form Nox takes.
Appearance: In Their true form, They take the appearance of a large, genderless, nine-tailed white and black fox. They are constantly enveloped in a foggy black aura that appears mostly around the tip of Their tails, and around Their eyes. In Their human form, They usually take the appearance of a 17-19 year old boy. They are somewhat pale and skinny; although, as a shapeshifter, They can easily change that. Therefore, a reliable description of Their human form is near impossible. The only thing that stays the same, no matter what form They take, is that the ears and tails from Their true form never disappear. The same goes for Their tattoo and scar.

Clothing/Equipment: Never wears clothes of any kind in Their true form; although They can cover Themselves in Their black, foggy aura. In Their human form, They usually wear a small black t-shirt, a pair of big black jeans, multiple belts around Their waist, black shoes, a pair of black gauntlets and an extremely big and long black scarf that usually covers the lower half of Their face.
Most Valuable Possession: Their spear.
Weapons: Dark Magic, tagging curses. Their spear, the “Ebony Reaper”. The spear was made using a part of Nox’s soul, and thus can be summoned at will, and even shapeshift to other types of objects. Even so, They always carry Their spear on Their back, even in Their true form.

Occupation: Wandering Bounty Hunter. Regular troublemaker.
Hobbies: Playing pranks. Hunting monsters and outlaws. Relaxing in Their true form, away from anyone and everyone.
Favourite Misc: Colours; black and white. Animals; no preference, likes all animals. Food; carnivore, only eats meats. Numbers; nine, for obvious reasons.
Likes: People who put up with Their pranks. Nature. Shadows, especially on a hot, sunny day. People They consider friends. Challenging hunts. Playing with Their prey, watching them suffer. People who are easily manipulated. People They find interesting.
Dislikes: Bright lights. People They find boring. Extreme heat, or hot days. Fire. Being cornered. Having Their tails or ears pulled without consent.
Fears: Claustrophobic, panics and freezes if They are trapped to the point where They can’t escape. Slightly Pyrophobic, hates extreme heat.
Belief: Has not said anything about believing in anything. Does not seem to prefer logic over intuition, or the other way around; goes with the flow. Seems to rely mostly on gut feeling if the original plan has failed, or if there was no plan to begin with.
Personality: Playful and energetic, but likes to relax alone. Loves to play pranks on others. Somewhat childish, very carefree. Loyal; once you’re Their friend, They will always stand up for you. Sadistic; loves to make Their prey, and people They dislike suffer. Seductive and charming. Will attempt to manipulate people They deem to be easy targets for manipulation; but only if required, usually.
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Quirks: Somewhat jumpy, especially when relaxing. Has a habit of sitting on the floor, even in human form. Seems to actually like having Their ears or tails gently pulled, but only after giving consent.
Quote: “Darkness isn’t that bad, once you give it a chance.”

Elements: Primary; Darkness. Secondary; Air.
Skills/Abilities: Shadow Walking, can become a shadow in order to escape, hide or travel to usually inaccessible areas. Can only use Shadow Walking in areas with either normal light or total darkness, cannot use Shadow Walking in areas with bright lights. Dark Magic, They are extremely skilled in using offensive Dark Magic. Has slight knowledge on curses, mostly tagging curses. (Tagging curse: Curses that leave a physical, tattoo-like seal on the victim, causing a constant negative effect (e.g. pain) until the seal is dispelled and/or removed.)
Fighting Style: Highly aggressive style, with a mix of attacking medium-range with Their spear, and long range using Dark Magic. Utilizes Their mobility perfectly, mixing in Shadow Walking as well.
Strengths: Shadow Walking and Dark Magic. Almost immune to hostile Dark Magic, or Dark Energies. Extreme mobility; is extremely agile, very flexible and very fast. Extremely proficient with Their spear, wielding it almost as skilfully as a Dragoon.
Weaknesses: Relies almost too much on Their mobility, losing most of Their usefulness if They are somehow chained or slowed down. If They lose Their mobility, They will enter a state of paranoia, and attempt to regain Their mobility in any way possible. Very sensitive to bright lights. Weak to Light-based magic. Can be forced out of Shadow-Form through the use of light. Their spear; if it is somehow destroyed, They will suffer immensely, to the point of going into a constant near-death state.

Feats of Interest: Managed to seduce an entire guild of bandits, "having Their way with them", and finally killing them slowly using tagging curses; all in the course of one night.
Motivation:
Background:

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[Nilara Oroboros]

Character Sheet

Name: Crow Falanth
Pronunciation: Crow Fal-anth
Nicknames/Titles: Hunter Crow, Reaper, The Crow
Soul Name: Aaterator; meaning “The Black Huntsman”, or “The Hunter in Black”.
SN Pronunciation: Ah-Tei-Rah-Tor
Soul Form: Dire Crow

Age: 42
Birthplace: Saraalen, Frangh District.
Gender: Male
Species: Human-Soul Beast hybrid.
Blood Type: Unknown
Dominant Hand: Right-handed

Mental Health: Suffers from mild depression and PTSD. The Plague seems to be affecting his mind as well, as he seems somewhat beastly at times; especially during battles and other events where large amounts of stress and adrenaline come into play. Is prone to headaches and nausea, especially after transforming. This can last a day at minimum.
Physical Health: Infected with the Soul Plague, but has managed to assume some amount of control over it for unknown reasons. The Plague seems to still affect him, albeit extremely slowly. Otherwise healthy, with the occasional muscle-pains from his transformations.

Family: Deceased
Friends: Deceased, or turned into Soul Beasts.
Other Relations: Has a hard time relating to others. Partially because of his nature as a Soul Beast; but mostly because he would rather spend his life without any friends, than to lose anymore.

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual.
Sexual Activity: None recently
Personal Status: Mourning

Native Language: German
Other Languages: Speaks very good English, but you can clearly hear his German accent.
Voice: Deep and harsh. Very masculine, somewhat raspy.

Height: 1.92m
Weight: 87kg
Skin: Somewhat pale. There are black spots on his lower arms and legs that turn into black feathers just above his wrists and ankles. His nails are actually black claws, making his hands and legs resemble that of a monstrous raven or crow. However, they are usually not visible, as he wears big boots and gloves to cover them up.
Eyes: Pale-blue iris, with a black pupil.
Hair: Dark brown, below shoulder length. Usually set up in a ponytail.
Scars/Tattoos/Piercings: His torso and arms are covered in scars from several beasts. Everything from claw marks to bite marks. His most prominent scar, however, is a big bite mark that covers his left shoulder and reaches down to the left side of his ribcage and back.
Appearance: He has a muscular build, extremely masculine; though it is usually hidden underneath his clothing. He has stubble beard, which usually grows into a full beard after around a week to a week-and-a-half. His canines are sharper than normal human canines, and his teeth are generally stronger. In his Soul Beast Form, he takes the appearance of a large, monstrous human-crow hybrid, about 2m tall. His face turns into a large, black coloured beak; and his eyes turn into a solid azure. His entire body becomes covered in onyx feathers, and huge, black wings sprout from his back.

Clothing/Equipment: He usually wears a black trench coat, reaching just above his ankles. Sewn to the shoulders of the coat is a feathered cape of sorts, reaching just below his knees. A pair of big, dark-brown pants, with a plethora of pockets and a large belt with plenty of room to hang stuff on. Long black leather gloves, to cover his hands. A dark-brown, broad-brimmed leather hat with its brims folded in a triangle shape. Finally, a white, beaked mask resembling a traditional Terran plague doctor mask.
Most Valuable Possession: His wedding ring, and a locket he wears around his neck with a picture of his late wife and daughter.
Weapons: His multi-purpose Trick-Scythe, a special self-designed weapon that can take four different forms. It can fold together, creating a cleaver like form used mainly to make it easier to carry. It can spring up into a curved sword for close combat. It can return to its original scythe form for close to medium range fights. Finally, it can turn into a whip with its scythe blade at the end for fights at longer range. He also carries a crossbow, designed for hunting larger creatures.

Occupation: Huntsman, Bounty Hunter.
Current Place of Residence: Nowhere for some time now.
Hobbies: None, or unknown.
Favourite Misc: Colour; black and brown. Animals; crows and ravens, most birds. Food; beef stew. Numbers; thirteen and zero.
Likes: Being on the road, hunting. (He has a love-hate relationship with it)
Dislikes: Being on the road, hunting. (He has a love-hate relationship with it)
Fears: The Soul Plague. Being alone, for the rest of his life. Losing loved ones.
Belief: He is a member of the Church of The Creator.
Personality: Crow is an introvert, though he was not always one. Usually silent, he prefers to let his actions speak for him.
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
Quirks:
Quote: “I refuse to let my family’s death be in vain, I won’t rest until every single one of those damned beasts are dead.”

Elements: Primary; air. Secondary; death.
Skills/Abilities: Can transform into his Soul Beast form and back at will, though both the transformation into his Soul Beast form and back into a human is excruciatingly painful, and he only uses it as a last resort.
Fighting Style: Highly aggressive fighting style, he specializes in close-range combat. He prefers to use the scythe-form of his weapon, only using the whip form to force the enemy back into melee-range.
Strengths:
Weaknesses: Due to the Soul Plague, his body and Soul reject healing magic.

Feats of Interests: Leading a group of twelve hunters into Saraalen and reclaiming the Twach District losing only six men; four of which who were infected and had to be killed.
Motivation: Ever since the fall of Saraalen, Crow has been looking for a cure for the Soul Plague. Partially because he wants to be cured himself, but mostly because he wants to prevent future outbreaks. To this end, he is desperate to reclaim the city, as he has a hunch that an answer of sorts can be found in the ruins below the city.
Background: Before Crow became a hunter of Beasts, he was just a simple huntsman of woodland creatures. He had a beautiful wife and daughter, and he was happy. Life was looking good, and he could not imagine living any other way. But one night, everything changed. He was just returning from a three-day hunt, but what he found was that the entire city had been infected with the Soul Plague. The people had turned into beasts, and were killing and devouring the ones that hadn't.

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