Tome of Creation

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Spoiler: Aizak Stoneblood 

Name: Aizak Stoneblood
Age: 46
Gender: Male
Race: Breton
P.o.B: Solitude
Occupation: Traveling Court Wizard/Retired Stormcloak Medic.

Appearance: Aizak stands rather tall at 6’2 and has a broad set of shoulders. His salt pepper hair frames his rather rugged and smooth face well, giving him a bit of a wildman look. His eyes are a surprisingly soft blue color, contrasting with his more manly visage. He has a short nose, hooking down above his upper lip, which are rather thin and stretched. He has jet black eyebrows.

His ears are slightly pointed back, almost impossible to see. He has rough calloused hands, which are unfitting for a medic and healer. He has a stocky body, one built more for wielding a hammer than a spell. He has a tattoo of a star on his right shoulder, similar to the northern star.

Equipment: As a wizard, Aizak wears a basic set of robes, cinched around the waist with a braided leather belt. Instead of the basic hood, he wears the mask of Morokei, hiding his features completely. He also has a pair of metal backed gloves for spell casting and the likes. His boots are a simple pair of steel boots.

For weapons he has a dagger and a Silver mace of the companions. He earned the mace for helping heal a lot of them during their fights with the silver hand, earning him a rather weapon to receive from them. He keeps it with him all the time, finding it to be rather lucky.

Along with basic items, he carries around an assortment of alchemical items, properly handled and kept on his back in a large leather pack.



Primary Skills: Restoration and Alteration
Secondary Skills: Illusion, Destruction, and Alchemy.

Personality: Sparse on words, Aizak is honest to the people he meets, though he still holds his tongue on harsh words. Letting his actions speak for him, he doesn’t talk much with others, finding it hard to trust peoples words. He is dependable to those he works with, not wishing to see others hurt if he can help it

Against those that annoy or piss him off, he is the complete opposite, taking his time to chat, belittle, or berate them. Most of the time this is to lure them into traps, but otherwise just for fun. He is careful though, making sure he comes off as caring still, but with the obvious snide to him.

History: Born in Solitude during a stay with his parents from the Thalmor embassy, he grew up in the capitol, learning the ways of the nords while trying to follow the tradition of his family. His life there was a bit hard, the people there distrusting of his ears and elvish features. Eventually he learned to ignore and forget these people, believing them not worth his time.

Once of age, he left his home in solitude to become a student at the college of winterhold, deciding to become masterful at magic and show those who disliked him based on appearance that he was better than them, a powerful mage to be respected and feared. While there, he quickly found his comfort in the arts of restoration and alteration, finding them a strange yet powerful combination, using their spells to sow havoc and anger in those who would fight him.

During his tenure there, he was sent to Whiterun to assist the Companions in their missions, learning some about one handed fighting and their style of lives, finding himself out of place. He worked hard to prove his worth, learning to summon weapons to use weapons to fight like the others, earning himself a strange spot in the guild. Before leaving, he was given a silver mace, a compliment to his skill, yet a reminder of how truly different he was than the others. After a joyous party farewell, he headed back to the college, ready to finish his time there.

Before leaving, he was given a task to truly test his skills in magic, handed down by Arch Mage Savos Aren himself, to find the truth in labyrinthia. He took to it with abandon, taking great joy in his task and the struggle it gave him. Nearly dying several times to the severe amount of draugr and other creatures inhabiting the place, he managed to best the dragon priest morokei, delivering the final blow with his mace, making him extremely proud and glad with his skills.

Once he had left the college, he joined up with the rebellion, having followed and becoming disgusted with the Thalmor and members of the Empire, finding them disgraceful and cruel. He didn’t try to advance far, but became a strong member of the rearguard, securing the trade routes and keeping the soldiers alive and well hidden with his magical skills and alteration powers. Later on, he earned himself the name Stoneblood, for his stoic appearance as he never took off his mask on the field, and the skill at defending the strongholds he was placed at.

During his time in the war, he gained popularity with the more public and political figures, along with many of the soldiers who went on to gain their own high positions in society. He spenty plenty of time in their company, slowly learning the in’s and outs of high society, finding them rather bland and boorish as they did in his childhood, so he rarely spent time trying to make a political name for himself.

Once the war had finished, he struck out on his own, returning to Whiterun to stay with the companions as he took his time to relax from the war, enjoying the less stressful work of the Companions for a few years. He wasn’t long there, before striking out again, looking for something to alleviate his boredom and thirsting for a new adventure.

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Spoiler: Auzwin Almos 'The Crafty' 

Name: Auzwin’ the crafty’ Almos
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 13
Appearance:

Life-Mates: N/A
Partners: N/A
Parents: Yengue Almos Father
Alyana Almos Mother
Merlin The great, Great Uncle
Siblings: Amasto- Older brother.
Childrens: None
Strengths:
-Strategist
-Agile
-Light weight
-Eagle sight.
Weaknesses:
-Lack of Strength
-Young
-Physical exertions.
Likes:
-Magic
-Books
-Learning
-Potions
Dislikes:
-Swords
-Knights
-Father
-Brawls
Personality: Auzwin is a bit of timid boy, finding it rather hard to fit in with those of his own age. He is rather kind and loyal, and a bit of a book worm. He enjoys learning and fiddling with new things, and does tend to get easily side tracked when working on stuff.

He does tend to get large headed, being partially related to the king and the greatest wizard known to all, the great merlin. His large headedness sometimes ends up with him getting in trouble.
History: Auzwin, as a young boy, was picked on by others of his own age due to his small size and timid nature. He didn’t mind much, as his smaller size allowed him to sneak around and hide in places most others couldn’t get to.
Skills:
-Trick shot: With his social anxiety skill, he practiced with a slingshot for some time, learning how to get the best range of shot and rebounding, getting
-Apothecarist: Able to easily observe and deduce different types of herbs and the like.
Power/Ability:
-Salve maker: Quick study with potions and poisons.
-Red mage: Well trained in most all forms of magic, though not masterful with most of them.
Usage Style:
Auzwin casts magic using an apprentice staff granted to him by Merlin. He usually has a large chant time for casting large spell, though he can cast smaller spells with little chant, or use key words to cast the.
Weapons:
A modified slingshot- Modified with runes to increase the strength and launch speed to the sling shot.
An apprentice staff- Used to focus and cast spells.

Cinnabomb: A combination of Cinnamon, Sand, and Salt to cause the opponent to fall into a state of uncontrollable coughing.

Tear Bolt: With a combo of onion and pepper extract, with a mixed in powder of black pepper, to leave the opponent to fall into a fit of sneezing and teary eyes, making it hard to fight back.

Overbalance: With a combo of medicinal plants, it causes the opponent to become stronger than what they can normally handle. While a high risk to the sender, it’s best to use it as a last resort.

Pink Mist: A combination of rare and deadly plants, this mist is known to bind and blend molecules together. It takes time, but it slowly causes the persons internal organs to quickly mix and blend together, along with whatever was on their person at a time.

Blue Mist: A counter to the Pink Mist. It can bond and disolve the pink mist, but on it’s own, will cause the molecules to slowly pull apart and separate, looking similar to the pink mist.

He also has an assortment of smaller explosive pellets and fire starters. As a last resort, he has a good collection of river rocks, smooth yet still packs a punch.

He also carries an assortment of healing potions and herbs for various medical and skill boosts to himself and for others.

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Spoiler: Eldrich Crow Iterations 

Spoiler: Eldrich Crowe the Younger 

Name: Eldrich Crowe

Age: 35

Gender: male

Occupation: Kingdom Sorcerer

Appearance: Eldrich stands at an impressive 5’9” and a very thin frame. He has a very sallow face, and seems a bit .. off kilter. His nose is crooked downwards, giving him a beak like appearance due to his pointed jaw. His hair is a peppered grey, half of the time left scraggly, the other time kept well groomed. His eyes are a deep black, set a bit back into his skull, giving them a permanent shadowy look. His body boasts no physical muscle tone, yet shows little signs of fat. He has a slightly noticeable lean to it, yet it does little to diminish his looks.

When not working, he wears a simple black tunic, tied at the waist by a braded leather belt, and simple leather breeches. He has three separate pouches, where he keeps his cards and other important ingredients. He also wears polished black boots that were custom fitted, and has two inside hilts to hold small daggers.

While working, he wears a robe of deep red, inlaid with gold trim in the shape of seals. A hood hangs back, the inside lined with pockets to hold different types and sizes of daggers, each a pure silver and more wicked looking than the last. Though capable of fighting, he only uses them for sacrifices during his rituals.

Personality - Crow is, most of the time, a near emotionless mask, hiding his twisted desires behind a cold façade. He hardly ever shows his emotions, keeping a polite demeanor while interacting with people. He has been known to make people quite angry while he keeps his cool. When angry, or having a bout of insanity, he lashes out at the nearest things inside his range, regardless of their personal ties, or their strength.

Bio- Eldrich’s past is somewhat fogged from the increase of the mental degradation. All he can remember is the death of his own parents, though he is unsure if he killed them or not. Along with that, he has other flash backs of his past about how he has joined the route of the occult, and being blessed in the blood of virgins, though he can hardly accept these as true moments, due to his own mental stability.

Spoiler: Eldrich Crow the Demented 

Name: Eldrich Crow
Age: 278
Gender: Male
Race: Human (Warlock)
Sex: Asexual

Personality: Demented and twisted are the best words to describe him. He takes delight in watching others fall apart, twist and better each other, all while they fight for the same thing. He truly believes himself better than others, finding humans nothing more than pawns or play things. Nothing pleases him more then when toying with others.

In battle, he is colder than the arctic, very little ever phasing him. He can portray emotions very well though, making some think that he is very manic, yet it is all a ploy. Everything he does comes with an air of calculation and experimentation, like end world is his toy chest.

Appearance: Eldrich stands at an impressive 5’9” and a very thin frame. He has a very sallow face, and seems a bit .. off kilter. His nose is crooked downwards, giving him a beak like appearance due to his pointed jaw. His hair is a peppered grey, half of the time left scraggly, the other time kept well groomed. His eyes are a deep black, set a bit back into his skull, giving them a permanent shadowy look. His body boasts no physical muscle tone, yet shows little signs of fat. He has a slightly noticeable lean to it, yet it does little to diminish his looks.

On a normal day he wears a simple blue dress shirt and white slacks, paired with a light brown pair of dress shoes. A tan jacket is usually paired with the outfit, though has been known to go with a light red or green one, depending on the type of day it is. His usually tie is a stripped black and blue thin style.

When working on things personally though, he forgoes the dress shirt and shoes for a pair of steel soled boots and a simple black undershirt with that is cut close to the shoulders. This is one of the few times he keeps his shirt untucked, and that things have gone astray.

Beast form:
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Equipment: a gold pocket watch, and a white fedora with a grey trim. Along with 10 dollars worth of coins. These are called his bonded coins as they are heavily infused with his magic.

Ability: Cocky and strong in his skill, Eldrich Crowe has no training in his body, relying on his magic and wits. His magic holds sway over the laws of momentum. He can increase the momentum of those that he wishes, up to 10 times their terminal velocity.

Though this is restricted by size. While he might be able to accelerate a coin to its full power, he couldn't do the same to a car. As well, the object must be either infused with his energy, or he must be keep in contact with it.

Secondly, he can also increase the potency of a human's emotions, though is heavily restricted. He must remain in contact with the person or leave a bounded object on the target to feed it. As well, he can only focus on one person and and can only enhance the emotion at the forefront of their mind.

Conversely, he can also decrease a target's momentum to a mere crawl, but he must maintain his attention on the object to slow it, though can affect things that are in direct contact with him. The faster the object is moving though, the harder it becomes to slow it down.

While it may seem he is near unstoppable, he is rather limited in his control. His power over momentum does not allow him to control the flesh of others. He can use it on his body, but he cannot use it on others. As well, once he releases the object from his control, the speed drops twice as fast as it normally would. This also applied for emotions, as those call it a sharp emotional drop.

As for his decrease, once again he cannot control the flesh of any but himself, and only on one thing at a time. Though can be hard to tell at time, he requires a distance to slow things down, those going at a fast speed needing more. He could never slow a bullet at point blank range.

Backstory: Very little is recorded of his younger age, as though he had crawled from the dark pits as is. At the young age, already he was gaining control over criminal forces, using confusion and his words to gain sway. All the while, he began to build a public face, becoming a kind and caring face of several charitable donations. Very few have seen both sides of his persona, and those that know have been killed to maintain his secrets. Very few even knew his motives, as to why he wished to play both sides of the field.

He soon revealed his plans to those who followed his dark side that he wished to plunge the world into anarchy. To do away with government and show the world just how ugly it was, and how repugnant the human race has become.

Other: He has mentally broken a young diner cooker named Jackie, fooling her into devoted love and loyalty. She carries around a meat cleaver and butchers knife for a weapon.

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Spoiler: Dani 

Name: Dani Joseph
Age: 23
Nationality: American with ⅓ Japanese

Personality: Dani is what several would call risky and brazen. He cares little for others negativity and would rather see them happy and having fun, always looking for a silver lining in what he does. Always looking for a good time and a fix, Dani is high energy and very easy going. He's always wanting to be the center of attention

That is the face he puts on for others to see. When he's on his own is when the guilt and pain gets to him. He will lie, cheat, insult, and betray those for his next fix, or to get his way when his normal means don't work.

Under it all, Dani is a very broken man looking for the easy solution to his life.

Background: Born in Japan, Dani experienced several different styles of theater, which he absolutely loved. So engrossed with the theater that he took to it for school, moving to England for college.

During classes he ended up dating a woman named Harper, living her with a few years before they finally broke up due his minor drug habit. This only forced him further into his drug usage.

Now dependant on drugs to function, Dani has lost his school funding and living in a run down shack, Dani spends his conscious time selling his body and what he can find to stay high.

Job: prostitute.

Skills: As a drama major, Dani is well versed in acting and stage presence. He also is talented with a needle and thread, having used them to make and repair several outfits.

On the streets Dani honed his skills as a pickpocket and hustling, though not yet very good at the latter.

Loves: Parties, Psilocybin, acting

Hates: running out, the morning after, himself.

Hopes, dreams

Appearance: Dani is the very term for androgynous. Standing barely at 5’2” and barely weighing 95 lbs, Dani has very little appearance in a crowd. His black hair is kept in a short shoulder crop and straight. A baby face with a very unpronounced jugular helps him pass for both a boy and girl at any time with minimal makeup. His usual attire is a Japanese school girl outfit as it gets the most looks, though he has changed it up. The short skirt is plaid and flairs out at the bottom, held with a leather belt and gold buckle. He wears a fitted top that has a built in bra that gives him a b cup chest. The blazer is a simple style with two buttons and a generic anime class logo. He ties this off with black leggings and 3 inch black pumps.

He wears light blue contacts to give him that bit more of allure.

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Spoiler: Harold Jensen 

Name: Harold Jensen
Har-Har

Age: 17

Gender: Male

Race: Human/Druid

Appearance: Harold is rather on the thin side, though still having a decent set of muscles for his frame. His mousey brown hair generally rests above his shoulders, giving a much needed smoothness to his more jagged and sharp features. His nose and jaw are both rather square in shape, though it’s offset by his rather smooth edged eyes and larger than normal incisors. His body is also slightly toned yet angular, giving him an odd skeletal look to him, though that is mostly due to his much thinner frame than others. His hands and feet both show rough calluses, along with rather tan skin from spending a large deal of time outside. Harold weighs in at around 125 lbs and stands at 5’6”

He is typically seen wearing a rather large hoodie, the sleeves passing his hands and the edge of it hanging just above his knees, usually in a black or dark blue coloration. Underneath that he wears a sleeveless white shirt, though, it too hangs low. His shorts stop just below his shins and have several pockets lining the sides. Underneath he keeps his shorts held up with a simple leather knotted braid. While he usually prefers to run barefoot, he will wear a pair of boots when needed. Though rarely seen, he wears tight gloves that have been cut off at the fingers.

Personality: Harold is a bit of a trickster when it comes to people, having spent a good portion of his life with his parents hunting. He personally has grown very few people skills, and has come to enjoy the sounds of others laughing, even if it is at the expense of someone else. He also has been known to come off as lazy, or taking things in a joking manner. Rarely is he seen taking things seriously around town when it doesn’t come to his work.

Weapons: 30ft of fishing wire. While not a useful weapon per say, he always keeps a fresh spool on him, as it is wonderful for hidden snares and nooses for animals, and a great way to keep them from biting their way free.

Survival knife: A simple knife at 7 in. in length. The blade is in a sense double sided, one sharp and smooth for skinning small animals that he catches, while the other is serrated for better cutting through materials like wood and rope.

Engraved Yew bow: While not proficient with it, he is slowly becoming a better shot at using the bow, learning quickly to be able to hunt and take down larger prey without damaging the fur too badly to make it unsellable.

Racial Abilities:
Druid strength- While not something as prominent as his mother, Harold does tend to be stronger than he looks, which fools quite a few people from time to time.

Natural attunement- As he is half druid, Harold feels at ease in the woods as he does in his own home, rather relaxing and a good memory of the place. As well, he does tend to have an easier time moving around in the forest than most others, though that is helped along by his job.



Skills:

Expert Trap Maker
Expert Acrobat
Proficient Skinner
Intermediate Marksmen
Intermediate Fiddle player
Beginner Hand to hand Combat

Bio: Harold was, and still does, live on the edge of town just on the woods. As his mother was a druid, and his father a hunter, the location was best for them for their jobs. As such, Harold grew up with a love and respect for the forest and the wildlife inside it. He spent most of the time with his mother, as his father was off hunting for long periods. Due to that, he spent a good amount of time in the forest near his house.

While young, his father was the first to teach him about trap making, having gone along with him on a few of the easier hunting missions. He grew this skill himself, practicing on the rats and rabbits that were occasionally seen around the home. Harold’s mother taught him how to use a bow and arrow, wanting the boy to be able to defend himself with more than simple tricks.

Though, all was not peaceful. At the age of 12, when the bomb hit, his family were caught in the destruction. his mother and him survived with minor scrapes, it was his father who suffered the worst. His leg was caught in ruble, shattering his right knee and leaving him with a permanent limp. It ruined his ability to hunt, so he was stuck having to get into a new field.

Harold, wanting to support his family as they had to figure a new life style, went out into the woods. He spent a whole month on his own, nearly running out of supplies, and only able to capture a handful of rabbits. He returned home, the small catch on his shoulders, and upset that he hadn’t gotten a larger haul than this.

His mother though, was the first to praise him, remarking how clean the kills were on the ones that were caught in the traps. She praised his skills at trap laying, before he took her to the local skinner to get the fur removed. Watching, Harold was amazed at the skill and finesse needed for removing fur, asking to apprentice and learn how to do it himself.

The skinner agreed to it once Harold turned 13, wanting him to be at least old enough to be on his own before he would teach him. From then, he spent 4 years learning his new trade, as well as continuing his treks through the woods, bringing in fresh rabbit and even the lucky fox.

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Spoiler: Irazebeth Iterations 

Spoiler: Irazebeth The Summoner 

Name: Irazebeth
Race: Khorans
Gender: Female
Age: 32

Visage: Irazebeth is a tall woman at 6 ft, coming in at 145 pounds. Dusky skin pairs well with her burnt red hair, kept in a thick braid that extends to the small of her back, three separate rings at the end of it. Coming from the warm port city, Irazebeth wears a pair of cotton pantaloons that tie off at the edge of her ankles, which are then tucked into a pair of leather boots. A low cut blouse with corset covers her top, an onyx spider gem resting on her sternum and just above her breasts. She wears a black leather belt with a large pouch hanging off her left hip to match the ivory hilted dagger on her right hip. A simple gold earring hangs from her left lobe.

Inside her pouch she carries two very important trinkets. The first is a very well detailed statue of a woman, made of wood that has been dyed a rich blue color. The statue stands at four inches high and a lot of care and attention was given to creation of it.

The second is a black wood totem in the shape of a man with a lion for its head and a sword described in its back. The wood looks heavily scarred and burned, almost seeming to glow in the dead of night.

The spider on her chest is an onyx gem and digs into her flesh, which one could tell by the skin closing around the flesh. The two eyes are deep red and it takes the form of a black widow, the hourglass shape actually green instead of the normal red.

Temperament- A coy and careful person, Irazebeth is careful with her words and sharp with her wit. She is not one for fighting or bullheaded, so she does her level best to keep others in her presence calm and mirthful, to make them more pliable. While she may seem kind and wishing joy onto others, she in truth is as ruthless and cunning as they come. A hard life of working for everything she has ever needed, she has learned how to get others to help her.

Skills, Talents, and Virtues- While competent with a dagger, Irazebeth is a summoner and craftsmen by trade.

Counterfeit- Taught at a young age, Irazebeth is a talented and expert counterfeit craftsman, even fooling those who are trained to tell the difference. This extends to arts and even jewelleries, though the higher grade fakes take more time.

Artisan- A favorite pastime, Irazebeth is an excellent artisan with trinkets and jewelry.

Summoner- As she is contracted to three demons, Irazebeth call upon three demons to aid her in her life.

=Atlach-Nacha the Spider: The first demon she has made a pact with, she has gained the power to bind objects to her so she may know where they are, despite the distance between her and it, at the cost of her unborn child once a month. Each object she must mark with with the symbol of the spider, though at the cost of her blood. Such with the statue being embedded into her chest, this effect is always active.

=Belili the Succubus- The second demon she made her pact with, she can call forth the pheromones and increase the sex drive of those around her. Her pact was made after tricking the demon into a room of blessed iron and forging the bond at the cost of her pleasure from sexual relations with men. This also requires her blood to trigger, and only lasts for a few hours.

=Molag the Hunter- The latest demon, this one allows her to summon either a hellhound or Molag to fight for her against that which she decrees as her prey. To complete the ritual to summon him, she must pay with the blood of the predator then the blood of the prey. If she messes up the order, she can summon a hellhound to kill or maim herself.

Sharp wit- She is rather clever and skilled with her words, her only real offensive spell requiring her to get close to people or get them to follow her actions.

Competent fighter- Self taught, Irazebeth is decently skilled with a dagger. She prefers quick lunges and thrusts to try and draw blood.

Weaknesses, Blunders, and Shortcomings-

Self-taught- As she has had to learn how to fight on her own, she has not taken any real training, and as such stands little chance against proficient melee combat fighters. Irazebeth is not a long time fighter.

Male Disdain- As she can no longer gain pleasure from being with a man that she must bed each month, she has gained a deep seated dislike for males, making her less willing to follow the guide of men.

Miscarriage- Due to her pact with the spider demon, she must give up a fertilized egg each month, which other than a host of pain as it is removed, it can cause a host of mental and physical problems for some time after the removal.

Pain- The spider gem causes pain inside her chest as a dull minor ache.

Faith- Irazebeth puts her faith in Atlach-Nacha as this demon was the first to grant her the power to choose her own fate.

Origin- Irazebeth was left on the steps of an orphanage at the age of two, her parents not planning to have children. Unfortunately for her, the orphanage also doubled as a child labor building. By the time she had turned five, she was conscripted as a runner for the owners, having to fight for every scrap of food that she wanted. If she ever failed on her job, she was beaten for her failure and her food taken for the children who managed to complete their jobs.

Over the time she began to develop her skills with drawing and crafting, catching the eyes of the owners of the orphanage who then forced her to forge coin and jewelry for them, eventually gaining and growing skills with forging coin. Her skill had grown enough that the owners decided then to official adopt her as their own child, if only to keep the free money rolling in. She thought that finally having parents would make them nicer, but only made them crueler. Her adoptive parents gave her a small room for herself, a simple bed and a table for her to counterfeit coins and valuables.

She spent years in this small room until she hit the age of thirteen, when one of her bad forgeries got her adoptive father arrested and nearly killed. The mother took out her anger on her, beating and nearly killing Irazebeth, leaving her broken and nearly unconscious in her room for three days without food or water. During that time she was visited by a black widow, which she begged to have it take her life. The spider, actually a demon, promise her the chance of freedom at the cost of her unborn children but once a month. Irazebeth, beyond feeling pain, agreed, forming the pact with Atlach-Nacha for her future. The spider then crawled onto her chest and dug into her sternum, drawing a pitiable screams from the ragged girl, filling her with the information of her new power.

It took a full year until she could escape, testing and building her skill with her power. She managed to place a coin with her spider on each of her father and mother and used that to figure out the layout of the house and where they were at all times. Once she was sure that they had both left, she managed to escape quickly, fleeing the orphanage and running away to begin her own life.

During her time she began to make a name for herself, both as a woman of the night, and a talented artist, until she began to hear tell of another demon hunting down young men. Craving new power to gain even more strength, she disguised herself as a man and tracked down the demon to a tavern in one of the nearby port towns. Irazebeth then managed to pay the local carpenters to outfit a room with blessed iron struts and a door to capture the demon.

After managing to catch the eye of the succubus, Irazebeth led the demon into the room and managed to lock her inside, pinning the demon there due to the iron. In exchange for her release from the room, Irazebeth persuaded the demon Belili to grant her the power of a succubus. The demon agreed in return for giving up her pleasure at the hands of men. Not yet knowing the wording behind it, Irazebeth struck the deal, and freed Irazebeth.

It was only three months later that she learned the truth behind the deal, having lost any sensation during intercourse with men, driving her into anger at the succubus Belili. Angered, Irazebeth struck out on her own from her Crafts store to hunt down the demon again, tracking down any leads she could.

One lead led her deep into the jungle woods and into the embrace of Molag, nearly getting killed in the process. Amused by her tenacity, Molag convinced Irazebeth to form a pact with her to fight. He warned her that if she ever messed up the order of blood tribute, she would be the one killed with no remorse. Knowing that she could never flee, she agreed with the demon, now left with no trail on the succubus. She continued to hunt the world in search for the demon Belili, using all at her disposal to find the demon.

Bonds- N/A

Spoiler: Irazebeth Azelhart of House Azelhart 

Name: Irazebeth Azelhart of House Azelhart
Age: 17
Gender: Female

Appearance: Irazebeth is still growing, yet already stands at a strong height of 5'8", with easily at few more inches of height. Despite looking like a grown woman, she still tends to act bratty and childish, which isn't helped by her somewhat frail body, barely weighing 124 pounds. She is graced with smooth fair skin, just barely kissed by the sun, which is reflected in her golden eyes. The biggest offset of her being is a birthmark on her collarbone, that of a sideways eye with an eight point star for the pupil. She was born with it upon the ritual her mother underwent during the ritual to strengthen her powers of a seer.

She gained her father's burnt red hair, which was left uncut her entire life, reaching down to the middle of her back. Even on her own, she keeps it braided in the traditional style of her family, usually rested down her back. Her normal outfits are a bit more of the gaudy size, a deep blue top with a black dress, though they hang loose off her. Along with she carries a green bag for carrying her dagger, wooden blocks, and money she has stolen.

Race: Iager
Job: Oracle Child.

Racial skills:

Nynia sight: As an effect from the ritual performed during her birth, Irazebeth was able to focus her sight upon an individual. As a side effect, she was born with a birth mark of the trickster goddess, Nynia.

Rune of Nynia: The first rune she had learned, she can use it as a focus to track anything she has tagged. Being the strongest rune she can use, it can be used to track those objects and their paths in the future, though has learned to place them upon the world.

Rune of Hjurin: Being not trained as much as a warrior, Irazebeth must require the strengths of others. When the rune is given to another, the target is imbued with an unending rage of violence, ignorant of pain until the rune fades. This doesn't make them immune from pain though.

Rune of Surtyr: One forced upon her by her family, this rune she can use to cause fear and hatred upon those given the mark. While this rune has a very small window of use, the fear and hatred can remain upon those who are susceptible to magic.

Normal traits:

Craft: Irazebeth has been trained on how to carve different symbols of her gods, making her well trained in crafting, even forgeries.

Trained dagger user: While not as strong as the other females of her clan, she is trained in how to use a dagger for fighting and defending herself as she needs.

Nimble fingers: Though only recently learned, Irazebeth has some skill with pickpocketing and placing items on people, as she had needed to survive on her own.


Personality: Irazebeth is a smarmy and independent woman, if not a bit bratty at times. Raised strictly upon her family's beliefs, she had not learned much about interacting inside her own free will. She views herself as important and above most, knowing her skills give her that right. Underneath the rough exterior, she is a scared and nervous girl, always on the look out for people who come to harm her. Though she acts out, most of her life has been seeking attention and a kind words, though tends to push away those who get close for her gift makes their future all the stronger to see. She keeps people she likes the most at an arm's lengths so she doesn't see their potential deaths.

When cornered though, she becomes very much sporadic and hard, as she begins to both channel her magic and fight at the same time, making up for sloppy mistakes. She becomes much harder to predict how she plans to act, though usually it ends up with her hurt more than not, though has helped her escape and keep on the run.

History: Born into the 'noble' family Azelhart, a long lineage of seer's and rune priests. Unlike the other houses, they were a cult following the deity Surtyr, the god of destruction and demise. Her family line still felt the scorn of being banished, they wanted their revenge upon the world. Irazebeth's father was a noble of a line of seer's and rune priests.

She was born under a ritual to bind her life to a demon, to hopefully strengthen her magic enough to destroy any in her path. It was a mixed blessing, as she was born with the birthmark of Nynia, marking her as a seer, yet they could tell her magic was stronger. While she did grow and train with the children around her, her father trained her in magic, both to hone her skill with sight, and some in his runic ways to give her a means to fight.

When she reached the age of 10, she began to see the twisted ways of her family, the dark future her family was following down. She was too young to do much, but her family began using her skills to see their future and guide them down their best path. Her father became more harsh in her training, wanting to focus and sharpen her skills as a seer, designed to gain them more praise and power.

Feeling trapped and confined in her life, she decided to change her life, using her own gifts and skill to run away when she was 14. She was able to escape under the fall of night, her family unwise to her flight as she stole away in a trade caravan to flee her home and enter her life on the run.

For the past 3 years, she has been able to keep on the run using her sight to stay ahead of any means to stay free, despite the glow of her eyes and the people who would hunt her.

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Spoiler: Jasp 

Name: Jasp
Species: Nighten (A race of underground humans that have evolved to survive the high heat and lack of sunlight.)
Gender: Male
Age: 26
Appearance:

Life-Mate: N/A
Partners: N/A
Parents: Jackson Mella -Guard of the High guards for the underground control.
Melody Mella - Medic.
Siblings: Two older sisters, both who run a clothing shop in the business district. They are no longer part of the main family, as neither have gone into the family business.
Children: N/A
Strengths:
~Night Vision
~Fast
~Agile
~Level headed
Weaknesses:
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Likes:
~Dark places
~Natural sounds
~Meditation
Dislikes:
~Noisy People
~ Sun/Bright Lights
Personality: Cold and calculating, Jasp makes a great soldier. Relying on calm thinking and slow action, he is not one for emotion. While he may come off as harsh, he is rather caring and helpful to those under his watch. He keeps a calm demeanor to keep people from trying to take advantage of him, to keep his distance from others who would try to hurt those he helps.
History: Not much of one, spending most of his time growing up in the Guard barraks and joining the military when he was of age.
Skills:
~ Shippu Jinrai- Designed for the Elite, this allows the warrior to move before the opponent and strike, most of the time used with nonlethal force.
~ Utsusemi- Focusing his mind, he can following his opponent and dodge any physical attack for one turm
~ Karai- With a specialized powder, he can draw the opponents attention to himself, forcing them to attack him over other party members.
~ Nothing Ventured- Taking a specialized stance, Jasp can reduce damage from physical attack and counter them at that moment.
~ Before Swine - A second stance, this one does the same as Nothing Ventured, but is used for countering magic and projectile attacks to hit his opponent.
~ Ikkikasei- By focusing his mind and centering himself, he can double the amounts of hits he can get by in a pass, though it is short lived.
~ Squeaky Wheel - By drawing his weapon downwards against the edge of the sheath and quickly moving forward, he can stun his enemy for a short period of time with a strong blow to the stomach.
Powers/Abilities:
-Haste: Following the skills of the guards, they all have the ability to speed themselves up using haste, to increase their speeds during the fight.
-Own Tempo: By reversing the effect of haste, he can heavily slow down people or objects heading towards them, making them easier to hit, and doubling the damage he can do with each hit.
- MoonShadow: Using a combo of Haste and Own tempo, he can land multiple hits upon an opponent in rapid succession before they can effectively guard. It leaves a lingering effect of strengthening his attack.
- Breaking Wave: By overclocking Own Tempo and applying a haste at the last second, he can release a condensed shock wave out at the opponent. It leaves a lingering effect of strengthening his damage output.
Usage Style: Jasp usually takes his time and waits out the opponent, watching and waiting to strike before he does. Other times, he moves quick to take down his opponent quickly, focusing on weak points and quick crippling blows to defeat them.
Weapons:
~ Ama-no-Murakumo - A blade with no hilt. It was designed for focusing on his attacking and blocking skills. The hilt was removed to better use his counter moves.
~ Mutsu-No-Kami - A curved blade with a pointed edge. Designed for dealing more damage during counters and better guarding against attacks.

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Spoiler: Maxwell Camridge 

Name: Maxwell Camridge.
Age: 27
Gender: Male

Appearance: Max takes some pride in his 5’5 body, trying to keep his weight at 165 pounds of mostly muscle. His skin is tanned from the time spent foraging and hunting for his own food from the farmstead he uses as his sanctuary. His arms and legs are calloused and covered in minor nicks and scars from being on the road every day to fend for himself. His chestnut hair is kept short to his head and the sides are shaved short and stubbly to prevent it from being snagged, though he does have a fair amount of stubble along his chin. He has a pair of welding goggles that he wears during hunts and heavy storms to protect his sea green eyes.

His usual outfit consists of a sleeveless black shirt and brown tweed duster that he stole from a corpse and a torn pair of jeans. An old pair of work boots cover his feet, held together with mud, leaves, and what else he can find until he can collect a new pair. A black belt with two side notches to holster his weapons when needed.

Race: Wizard

Place in society: Spell sword for hire.

Racial skills:

Modern spellcasting: Unlike Wizards trained before the end of time, Maxwell has had to forge his own path in magic, learning and testing what meager skills he gained while also paying for information from other wizards he crossed along his path.

Magical Blood: Gifted from his mother and father, his blood comes with the perks of a longer life, a sturdy body against magic and might, and sharpened senses.

Normal skills:

Elemental spells: One of the easier spells to cast, Maxwell has figured out how to bend or call upon the elements of the world, like creating fire in his hand, or moving pieces of earth around him, though it is not something he can control for a long time.

Swordplay: While not trained, Maxwell has learned how to hand a blade well enough to survive, along with fighting using a dagger for close combat.

Empower: One of the styles he calls his own, he had learned how to use the elements to empower himself or his weapons, like coating his blades in fire, or covering his body in the earth to strengthen his own defenses.

Stamina: While not the fastest or strongest, Maxwell prides himself on his stamina, able to outlast where most would falter.

Healing: One of the schools of magic he picked up on his travels, Maxwell learned the skills required to heal himself, mostly from small cuts and infections, finding larger wounds and poisoning being still out of his league.

Weapons:

Sword: The peace keeper A weapon he killed a monster for, he now uses this for foraging and defending himself. He named it as an ironic memento to the beast he killed.

Hunting knife: A weapon he found of his parents as they were taken away to work as slaves while they kept him hidden in the secret bunker of their house. It is a simple hunting knife with a serrated edge for sawing wood with a modified hooked edge for prying items open.

Weakness:

Inexperienced: As a mage who has learned things on his own, there are times he has hurt himself more often than he would care to admit, or even have the spell do nothing at all. It can make fights more dangerous for him with being unable to rely upon his spells at crucial moments.

Personality: Maxwell will always freely admit to being a coward. He has managed to stay alive by running and hiding when the options were there, only choosing to fight as a last resort. He has made very few friends due to this way of life, but he accepts it and knows that he will live longer without others, though the lack of contact has caused some discomfort and depression from the silence.

In the very few times he has made a friend, he is loyal to the end. He has even defied his normal rules of running and hiding to protect them at the risk of his own body. At this he has become somewhat of an oddball to others.

Background: Maxwell is the child of two runaway slaves, his parents having fled when his mother found out she was pregnant. After he was born the three of them kept running, finding old buildings and caves to hide away in. He never felt like he had a place to call his own until he hit the age of twelve, where his family settled down in a broken down barn. Even with the wilted crops and meek methods to stay warm, Max was more than estatic at the size and places to run around.

It was also the same time that the guards had caught up with them. The barn was a great place for hiding, but the minimal food and minimal gear made staying alive a greater challenge than was them running away. It was only a matter of time before his parents were caught and dragged back to the mansion, leaving the young Maxwell to survive on his own. He managed for a year on his own before nearly being caught by a scout.

This was the first time Maxwell learned of his inherent magic coursing through his veins, calling upon the flames of his anger to attack. He barely managed to kill the monster just before burning out his magic, claiming the creature's sword for his own and finally getting a sense of his own true strength. He continued in this vein of life, surviving by himself and remaining to keep himself hidden.

What were you doing when the sun didn't shine? Preparing for the trip ahead. With the last of his meager provisions gone and the meat he had been storing running dry, Max would need to head to the closest resistance cell to trade what items he could. Gathering up the rucksack of dried hides and sturdy bones would help. At the worst he could offer what healing skills he had available.

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Spoiler: Moyra Edeon Crowe 

Name: Moyra Edeon Crowe
Species: Human
Gender: Female
Age: 21
Appearance: Standing at an alluring 5’11”, Moyra is quite the catch. From her stunning black raven hair, to the porcelain skin, Moyra can turn more heads than most others. Her jawline and facial features are soft, yet with a bit of an edge to give the appearance of a coy dangerous appeal. Her eyes are a deep emerald, though some have said it has turned purple with gold flecks from time to time.

She has a rather slim build, weighing in at 127 lbs, she still cuts the imposing figure. She supports a rather voluptuous set of D cup breasts. Her stomach is slim and taut, showing off a sparse set of abs, though more from natural day to day, rather than actual exercise. Her hands are constantly smooth, the nails painted a mixture of red and black, giving an almost black widow appearance.

When out and about, Moyra tends to wear a long black skirt that is belted at above her hips, showing off the edge of her black panties. The skirt has gold runes entwined on the bottom that protect it from dust and from revealing anything important downstairs. Up top she wears a draping deep red halter top that stops just above her belly button, with a low swooping neckline to show off her breasts while still leaving plenty to the imagination. The oddest part of her outfits are the fact that she is usually barefoot, choosing to use magic to keep her feet protected and well maintained.
Life-Mate: N/A
Partners: N/A
Parents: Father- Eldrick Crowe
Mother - Unknow (village whore)
Siblings: Unknown, due to heritage
Children: N/A
Strengths:
Magical Font- As her father is the court wizard, Moyra has a rather large amount of magic, enough to be noticed by several officials and those loyal to the crown for her skill and service.
Fire Starter - Unlike her father's more soul related magic, Moyra is drawn to fire magic and suffers little to no damage from fire spells.
Politician- Having spent so much time around court officials and serfs alike, Moyra has developed a knack for lying and manipulation of others.
Weaknesses:
Holy Water - Due to Moyra’s heritage and magical affinity, she takes extra damage to holy water, as it chases away her magic and causes her physical pain.
Self Taught- As she was born female, Moyra had no official training in her magical skills, having to teach herself from her father spell book and other scrolls that she could steal and read from.
Ring leader- With a thirst for power and control, Moyra can quickly become flustered and angry when things start to get out of her control, which is quick to grow.
Likes:
~Lying
~Magic
~Salty foods
~Alluring clothing
Dislikes:
~Social status
~Her Father
~Sweets
~Cleaning
Personality: Moyra knows that she is good looking, and uses it well. Between her feminine charms, and rather sharp tongue, many have given into her good looks, which only fuels her ego. Moyra enjoys in breaking and using others to her own end, finding a serene joy in seeing others squirm under her words. She has been seen to be friendly and nice, but only to those well in her favor, or of high importance to her. As well, Moyra has some rather polished acting skills, knowing well how to hide her emotions, or let different ones play out across her face, though they are only surface level for her.
History:
Skills:
Silver Tongue- As she was a servant to her father for a good portion of her life, Moyra studied and watched his conversations, learning how he swayed and controlled people to do things he had wanted. This was something she picked up on and learned over time by watching and practicing on lower servants.

Alchemist- As the daughter of the court warlock, Moyra was able to learn minor alchemy and potion making from watching her father, and even sometimes helping study said effects.

Poison resistance- Gained through testing various types of her father's less fatal poisons.

Powers/Abilities:
Shadow mark: Able to make a rune carving onto the ground by use of nearby shadows, allowing for simple to medium rune casting when needed. She can use this to summon simple earth golems about her height to act as bodyguards, though they are slow and sluggish to be of any use. The size will depend on the seal used.

Madness- An auditory skill, Moyra can cause illusions and minor hypnosis to those who she wishes to target, though it requires those she is targeting to be able to hear her.

Spells- Moyra has a whole gambit of magical spells to use, self taught and some self created.

Usage Style:
Incantation - Most of Moyra’s spells require her to chant and cast her magic, usually spending a decent amount of time and skill. Some of her lower spells require a simple incantation, while others require higher and longer costs.

Weapons:
Ancient Tome: As Moyra herself has self taught magic, she carries a magic tome around with her, written and filled with several spells and incantations for her to use her magic with. As well, the book has been enchanted to help focus and control her magic when used, to help dampen and chances of her magic going haywire.

Dragon staff: Other than a ruby embedded into the top of the staff, it is nothing more special than a masterfully carved staff with a dragon head. It is made of mahogany and given a black lacquer to increase its appeal. She can also shrink it to turn into a pendant for her to wear.

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Spoiler: No.Vii Iterations 

Spoiler: No.Vii The Elemental Warrior 

Name: No.Vii
Age – late 20’s
Gender – Male
Kindgom – Sigard
Homeland – Unknown

Appearance – No.Vii is a gangly person, with a pale look to his face. He weighs roughly 125 lbs, due to fact that the poison in his system has eaten away all of the excess fat in his body. He stands at 5’6” and, despite his upbringing, is somewhat muscular. His upper torso, which he keeps covered at all times, is covered in scars and burn marks. His eyes are a vivid green, one that draws a person’s attention straight from the start. Other than the scars on his upper torso, he looks completely normal, besides the gangly look. On the nape of his neck and his left wrist, is the tattoo “No.VII” which he has mistaken for his name, and kept it like that.

Weapons- Verkur-

This scythe stands at 7ft tall total, the staff a good 5ft, leaving 2ft for the blade part alone. The staff is made of a hard packed wood that is sanded in a specific way to allow for no real comfortable grip, and to keep it from slipping when held regardless of any liquid it may have on it. Along with it, the bottom part detaches with a twist to reveal a length of chain, starting two feet up from the bottom of the staff, allowing for a two foot wooden section on the end of the chain. Both are inscribed with simple enchantments to prevent breaking or wear

The blade itself is what sets it apart from normal weapons. At a total length of 3ft, the blade is curved in a normal scythe fashion and is made of obsidian and inscribed with three sets of enchantments. The entirety of the blade is completely dull, giving it no cutting edge to speak of at all, making it more for blunt force than anything else, which brings it to the first of the enchantments inscribed upon the scythe.

Pain Drinker: this enchantment is designed to gather and focus negative energy given off by either the user or the opponent, giving it a slow cutting edge. This is shown by a purplish hue forming on both sides. The blade does not become truthfully dangerous until enough time has passed in the battle, or self-harm has been caused to fuel the blade itself. The enchantment does lose effectiveness rapidly, meaning he cannot pause in attack for long, or the scythe will quickly lose any cutting power it has. This does not count personal damage he does to himself as an increase of this weapons effect.

Blood drinker: The scythe can, at great cost of the user, create small bubbles of blood around the wielders body to act as shields, each taking a single blow that he cannot normally defend. Though, for this ability to be used, the wielder must use their own blood, and the more used, the more shields he can create. Though, this can only be used if he causes damage to himself with the blade.

Soul Drinker: While misleading, the scythe can drain small bits of magic from an opponent if they so have it, but it causes the edge to dull with each hit, making it a double edge weapon to deal with. Though, if enough negative energy has been built up, this can be used to guard against one magic spell, but both effects are completely cancelled.

Attire – No.Vii usually wears a simple leather undershirt, to cover the tight bandages wrapped around his torso, and has a simple leather jacket over it, which is cameo color. He wears simple black pants that are held by a thin braided leather sash that comes together at his side with a sturdy metal clasp. He wears simple travel boots with steel plastered onto the front, to protect from his little bit of clumsiness. He as well wears gloves on his hand that are missing the fingers, which he claims are used for making the poisons that his mentor ‘taught’ him about.

Accessories – He has a ring on his right finger that he calls white noise.White Noise
The ring was a token of his mentor, which had the capability to house items inside of it without taking on more weight. The ring does this by linking to something his master called a white space, which has a near unlimited holding space.

Attributes - No.Vii is a very physical based fighter, relying mainly on his strength and poisons inside his system. Never truly learning a fighting style, his methods of fighting was created by his own mind, going more by instinct and reaction than any actual planning. He himself is also rather brash and can be quick to anger when not fighting, but seems to have a reverse effect in fights. During fights, he develops a sort of mental block to ignore damage even if it the wounds are fatal, though only on a conscious level. His body still responds normally to wounds that he receives, even if to the dismay of No.Vii. He almost always disregards almost all fighters that have magic power, viewing it as a weakness and thus making his opponents an unworthy fighter in his mind.

Special abilities – No.Vii can use different poisons to alter his body, or his skills. Though, due to the fact that they are poison, after the run of the poison, all antidotes that he has taken previously will wear down, allowing the poison to run free, and cause heavy damage if the antidote is not taken within 20 minutes.

N/A-Poison of Illusion – This poison can be used to alter his physical form to match that of another person with a sample of their DNA. This however does not alter his hair and eye color, and only lasts about 15 minutes from the first point of drinking it. This change is extremely painful.

-Poison of the brute – This poison causes the muscles in his upper torso to rapidly contract and release, building up his muscles in his arm and chests. The contractions take about 3 minutes(1 post from drinking the poison), and the poison only lasts 15(three posts after) minutes. As a side effect though, this poison causes the scars on his upper body to tear some, which is why he wears the bandages, so he doesn’t bleed out. He has 4 of these

-Poison of the beast – This poison uses different DNA samples of beasts to increase his senses and natural instinct. Though, to make room for the increased senses, his intellect is dropped quite a bit. This poison only lasts 10 minutes(3 turns), and his intellect is brought back to normal once the poison fades from his system. 3 turns of use, and 1 turn of cool down. He has 5 of these

-Poison of the runner – This poison is designed similar to the poison of the brute, yet instead of focusing on increasing muscle mass in his upper torso, it condenses the muscles in his legs, increasing his speed over strength. This creates strain on his leg muscles, and can cause them to clamp down and tighten, leaving him unable to move from the tension in his legs. The poison takes 2 minutes/Instant charge from the drinking of the poison and lasts 12 minutes/3 turns including the drinking phase. He has 4 of these

N/A-Poison of the Warmonger- This poison was specially developed by No.Vii himself, designed using old info that he had kept from his old master. This poison is a mix of the brute, beast, and runner, but at a fourth of their strengths. While it is weaker than the other three, it has the added effect that if any new blood that is not his own is introduced into his system, the bonuses of the poisons raise, but the side effects have a doubled chance of hurting his body, making it a variable double edge. He only has one of these

-Antidote of the Cleric- This antidote was designed and made by No.Vii as a possible counter to his madness. This antidote allows his body to heal at a faster rate, and allowing him complete calm to the point where everything seems slowed down, this antidote is still hampering to his fighting style. This antidote causes No.Vii to go into a lethargic and relaxed state, making him slower and weaker than normal. While temporary, it does flush out any current poisons inside his body. He only has 2 of these at any given time

-Antidote –This is a combination of all known poison cures, which does little more than dull the poison inside of his system. As well, he has to mix in the poison that is already inside his body, due to the poison being the only thing keeping him alive.

Job – Elemental Warrior
Likes – sweet things
Dislikes- Alchemists

Personality – No.Vii is a very odd person, having no social upbringing and unsure of the normal social interactions life. He at times seems withdrawn and keeps to himself, but enjoys learning of human actions and common responses. He as well has no problem fighting against others, thinking of every fight as one for his life. Upon his return trip from Norgard, No.Vii has developed a thirst for war, to the point of a fevered madness. This has caused him to have slightly agitated and unable to stay seated for more than a few minutes, and more rash in actions. During actual war time, No.Vii has become more violent and can always be seen with a slightly demented smile, regardless of damage dealt to him.

History – No.Vii has very few memories of his life before taken by his master at the age of 5. He was treated as a test subject and kept alive simply for the sake of his master’s work as an alchemist, to design the perfect poison to bring one closer to godhood. When not in the experiment lab, he was kept in cells, along with the other 6 chosen by the old man. The others were killed off by the old man when their body became unable to move, or became too disfigured to give good results.

Once he reached the age of 13, his mentor had decreed that his body would be unable to give accurate test results to the changes that the potion would bring. In a desire to survive, No.Vii stole his master’s sword, and used it to behead the old man. Unsure of what to do with his new found freedom; he took his masters scrolls and other belongings and fled the lab, setting it ablaze while he ran. A spent a few days running around, gripping the scrolls for all that they were worth, for it was the only thing that proved he existed.

After a month of traveling, he met a few people in a tavern that seemed to take an interest in him and his scrolls. After talking with them for a while, he agreed to join their project, something called the “elemental warriors project”. They allowed him to learn everything he could about the scrolls that he could, self-teaching himself how to read and write.

Kin
No.I –Deceased
No.II – Deceased
No.III –Deceased
No.IV – Deceased
No.V- Deceased
No.VI – Deceased

Spoiler: No.Vii the Merchant 

Name: No.Vii
Kingdom: Aerosia
Homeland: Unknown
Age: 45 years
Gender: Male

Appearance: Age has not been very kind to No.Vii, making him look worse for wear. He stands at 5’5” from his hunched shoulders, and has lost more weight to come in at a light 112lbs, though it is pure muscle. His skin has drawn taut from age, and still has a pale squalor to it, despite years in the desert.

Despite the disease, he still has a rather fit body, his travels helping keep him strong. His torso is still wrapped in bandages, covering up to his elbows, which a simple leather vest is draped over for a bit of protection. His legs are strong and less gangly, covered with a brown breeches with a simple string knot, a worn pair of leather boots on his feet. He also has gone to wearing a hood, to help cut down on the wind and protect against the elements. His eyes still hold that vivid green, aem eerie look from under his hood with the chestnut red hair, now graying at the roots.

Class: merchant

Weapons: a simple dagger with a bone hilt, and his prized scythe Verkur

This scythe stands at 7ft tall total, the staff a good 5ft, leaving 2ft for the blade part alone. The staff is made of a hard packed wood that is sanded in a specific way to allow for no real comfortable grip, and to keep it from slipping when held regardless of any liquid it may have on it. Along with it, the bottom part detaches with a twist to reveal a length of chain, starting two feet up from the bottom of the staff, allowing for a two foot wooden section on the end of the chain. Both are inscribed with simple enchantments to prevent breaking or wear

The blade itself is what sets it apart from normal weapons. At a total length of 3ft, the blade is curved in a normal scythe fashion and is made of obsidian and inscribed with three sets of enchantments. The entirety of the blade is completely dull, giving it no cutting edge to speak of at all, making it more for blunt force than anything else, which brings it to the first of the enchantments inscribed upon the scythe.

Pain Drinker: this enchantment is designed to gather and focus negative energy given off by either the user or the opponent, giving it a slow cutting edge. This is shown by a purplish hue forming on both sides. The blade does not become truthfully dangerous until enough time has passed in the battle, or self-harm has been caused to fuel the blade itself. The enchantment does lose effectiveness rapidly, meaning he cannot pause in attack for long, or the scythe will quickly lose any cutting power it has. This does not count personal damage he does to himself as an increase of this weapons effect.

Blood drinker: The scythe can, at great cost of the user, create small bubbles of blood around the wielders body to act as shields, each taking a single blow that he cannot normally defend. Though, for this ability to be used, the wielder must use their own blood, and the more used, the more shields he can create. Though, this can only be used if he causes damage to himself with the blade.

Soul Drinker: While misleading, the scythe can drain small bits of magic from an opponent if they so have it, but it causes the edge to dull with each hit, making it a double edge weapon to deal with. Though, if enough negative energy has been built up, this can be used to guard against one magic spell, but both effects are completely cancelled.

Clothing: a simple leather vest and breeches, and a silk hood. He also wears worn leather boots.

Accessories:
He has a ring on his right finger that he calls white noise.White Noise
The ring was a token of his mentor, which had the capability to house items inside of it without taking on more weight. The ring does this by linking to something his master called a white space, which has a near unlimited holding space.

Special abilities: a Master of poison, No.Vii has gained a large collection of them.

Antidote- the drug used to keep him alive, this drug has a large cocktail of medicine mixed into it, almost a cure-all for most common poisons and illnesses.

Poison of youth: a strange one, this poison helps ease a large amount of pain, while also helping strengthen and relax his body. This allows him to fight for a much longer time and hit harder. Though when it wears off, his body becomes weaker than normal.

Poison of the wild: this poison turns No.Vii into a beast of the wild. He becomes more aggressive, while not ferocious in fights His senses sharpen, allowing him a better sense of smell, sight, and hearing. Upon this poison wearing down though, he becomes muddled and languish.

Poison of the dead: this poison deadens his nerves and slows his heart, allowing him to ignore pain and damage, along with slowing any open wounds. He can't stop moving while using this or he risks the threat of it stopping, unless he takes the poison to keep him alive.

Fever: while in a good fight, No.Vii becomes more eager and fun, making him less likely to ignore those who challenge him.

Grim reaper: when wounded enough, No.Vii enters a crazed state, making him more aggressive and violent, beginning super focused on his opponent. Those who have watched him fight call him the grim reaper for his crazed smile and deranged appearance, along with a more slouched appearance.

Likes: travel, sweets, a good fight.
Dislikes: alchemists, cowards,

Persona: No.Vii had learned patience over the years, his anger tempered and his blood lust calmed. While far from what people would call a bad guy, he would never be considered a good guy. He still craves a powerful fight, wanting to prove that he is the strongest and that his will to live is the strongest.

No.Vii has also learned that he hates cowards, wanting those who start a fight or job to finish it, knowing that running from anything will only haunt you in the end.

History: No.Vii’s earliest memory was being captured at the age of 6 from his home. He spent 7 years under the heavy hand of a mad alchemist searching for immortality. His body was tortured and poisoned more times than he can remember, eventually to the point that his blood now produces his own poison.

At the age of 13 though, before he would hit puberty, he was scheduled to die, being the last of his batch and still yet not having gotten the result that the man wanted. I'm anger, No.Vii killed the man with his own blade and ran into the desert, before getting picked up by a roving band of men. Finding him nearly starved yet still strong, they took him in and eventually got him inducted into the Elemental warrior project.

Years went by with him serving the group, including a mission to Norgard, where they met and captured the missing warrior Vir, taking him back to their group.

During the time there, No.Vii encountered a true battle in the form of the lie and truth, having been soundly defeated and yet still alive, giving him hope of having found a real fight. With the fall of the elemental warriors, No.Vii went off on his own, following the plans to take down any more hidden labs and research of the men, all in the guise to hunt down the embodiment of truth and take him down. He even got false papers to travel under the heading of a merchant to easily pass through towns without drawing attention to himself yet.

Over time he gave up his hunt for the demon, having found something better than the fight, a cause. If he couldn't find his fight, he would make others strong enough to be his real fight.

Kin: No.I
No.Ii
No.Iii
No.Iv
No.V
No.Vi (all dead)