its because the crystals absorb the energy is what allows it to be blessed. It doesnt destroy magic, especially from enchantments it just suppresses it. And in the terms of spells it causes the energy to dissipate, as energy can neither be created nor destroyed.
Yes they are invisible to magical detecrion and painful for those who use magic or made of magic to be around.
This is not a race, this is a human, a specific human, and this power is because he was born without a soul. He is a sort of mutant.
This person is useful because it makes it easier to deal with dangerous magic shit cause it can suppress magic energy (but not destroy) coming from dangerous artifacts, making retrieval easier, and also adds to the squad's ability to deal with enemy magic users.
How can the crystals absorb energy if the character himself is, to my understanding, a pocket of magical vacuum? It'd be like trying to light a candle to illuminate a room, but the room has no oxygen. The others made really solid points, too.
@SaltyIrishman
Your character is accepted, though I'm going to say that if something devours his immortal soul or if he is somehow cut off from Valhalla, he cannot resurrect. Death/Death-adjacent things need to be available to everyone, after all.
@Koti~
Your character is accepted. Her Awakened powers are funky, but not in a bad way. In a Our-Kind-Of-Weird way.
Koti so kind of like someone born under the atronach sign but more extreme? Or also, a magical lightning rod?
Spoiler: Things I like
Spoiler: Quotes
I would rather have a russet coated Captain who knows what he fights for and loves what he knows, than he who calls himself a gentleman and is but little else
-Oliver Cromwell
War is an ugly thing, but not the ugliest of things. The decayed and degraded state of moral and patriotic feeling which thinks that nothing is worth war is much worse.
-John Stuart Mill
There is no instance of a nation benefiting from prolonged warfare.
-Sun Tzu
Ten soldiers wisely led will beat a hundred without a head.
-Euripides
It seems like such a terrible shame that innocent civilians have to get hurt in wars, otherwise combat would be such a wonderfully healthy way to rid the human race of unneeded trash.
-Fred Woodworth
It is our duty still to endeavor to avoid war; but if it shall actually take place, no matter by whom brought on, we must defend ourselves. If our house be on fire, without inquiring whether it was fired from within or without, we must try to extinguish it.
-Thomas Jefferson
If a man dedicates his life to good deeds and the welfare of others, he will die unthanked and unremembered. If he exercises his genius bringing misery and death to billions, his name will echo down through the millennia for a hundred lifetimes. Infamy is always more preferable to ignominy.
-Fabius Bile
Spoiler: Thoughts of the day
A broad mind lacks focus.
A questioning servant is more dangerous than an ignorant heretic
A small mind is easily filled with faith.
A warrior's faith in his commander is his best armour and his strongest weapon.
Adamantium walls and plasteel bulkheads may seem formidable, but an unshakable faith in the Immortal Emperor of Man can overcome any barriers.
An Empty Mind Is A Loyal Mind
An open mind is like a fortress with its gate unbarred and unguarded.
Better crippled in body than corrupt in mind.
Consider the Predator. Let your soul be armoured with Faith, driven on the tracks of Obedience which overcome all obstacles, and armed with the three great guns of Zeal, Duty and Purity.
Facts are chains that bind perception and fetter truth. For a man can remake the world if he has a dream and no facts to cloud his mind.
Faith without deeds is worthless.
Happiness is a delusion of the weak
Forgiveness is a sign of weakness.
He who lives for nothing is nothing. He who dies for the Emperor is a hero.
If a man dies that another should live, that man's spirit shall eat at the Emperor's table
Innocence proves nothing
It is better to die for the Emperor than to live for yourself.
Leniency is a sign of weakness!
Mercy is a sign of weakness.
No man that died in the Emperor's service died in vain.
Nobody is innocent, there are merely varying levels of guilt.
Only in death does duty end.
Only the insane have strength enough to prosper. Only those who prosper may truly judge what is sane.
Pain is an illusion of the senses, despair an illusion of the mind
Purge those who are unclean.
Sometimes the good must perish so that the rest survive. The lot of courage is to be sacrificed upon the altar of battle.
Survival is no birthright, but a prize wrested from an uncaring galaxy by forgotten heroes.
The common man is like a worm in the gut of a corpse, trapped inside a prison of cold flesh, helpless and uncaring, unaware even of the inevitability of its own doom.
The Emperor will not judge you by your medals and diplomas but by your scars.
Though silver in your palms weighs light
Compared to death by blast and sword,
Do not shy the hopeless fight,
For endeavour is its own reward.
Yes, if you want what I think is a good example, go read the green dome ability for Nyrix
"Even Dreams, can be a nightmare"
Spoiler: Click it, I dare ya!
"this is your crack team of operatives?!"
"Yes"
"Seriously?"
"Yes, why do you ask?"
"You basically got a wizard who uses scribbles to fight, a horny tattooed man who crawled out of a hole in the ground, a literal Viking that has no concept for sublty, a girl who's only qualification being a plot twist from a shamalan movie, female Mowgli and a 13 year old boy."
"Don't forget Connor."
"And then there's that fuck!"
"You forgot the werewolf and Yakuza assassin."
"Oh you mean the Eastern Scooby Doo and the video game mafia remake? Lord knows how those two haven't killed each other yet."
"Hey, they get the missions done."
"That's the worst part! Your team is one flamboyant clown away from a Saturday morning cartoon, and yet you work! How!"
"Magic"
Given by Rho Aias
"I have this inkling of a feeling that writing with you would be similar to turning into a poptart and running across space while shooting rainbows out backwards."
Zimpie:
"You just killed logic"
[b]Race/Species:[b] Werewolf; except for his eyes he appears as an extremely fit human.
Age:
Real: 92
Apparent: 27
Concept: Mongolian Heavy Weapons Support Werewolf
Spoiler: Appearance:
Human: Ken is a wall of yellow skinned muscle that stands a little over five feet eight inches. He keeps his head shaved, though has been known to let the raven colored hair grow to about a quarter inch in length. His bushy soft angled eyebrows give his golden hued eyes a sunken look. Ken keeps most of his upper lip shaved bare. Long mustaches grow from above the corner of his mouth, hanging to about an inch below his chin. From his chin hangs two inches of braided beard. His left eyebrow has a white stripe, a quarter inch in width, half way through it. Beneath it hides a scar from his youth. His typical attire outside of combat is tee or muscle shirt, a pair of cargo pants and his combat boots.
Hybrid form: In this form Ken towers at eight and a half feet. His limbs and the trunk of his body lengthen, taking on lupine characteristics. The color of his fur matches that of his hair in human form. His elongated canine head bears the same white stripe above the left eye. His fingernails and teeth extend into lethal weapons. reference image
Wolf form: Ken is indistinguishable from a large grey wolf in this form.
Personality: Ken's typically stoic expression hides a boisterous, fun loving, intelligent mind. Ken's always ready to drop a few (hundred) dollars at the local bar with friends and comrades. Nor is he above pulling the occasional prank on those same people.
But woe be upon him who raises this werewolf's ire. Ken is not the forgiving sort, he's perfectly fine carrying a grudge for someone who has offered actual insult or harm. When his duty allows, nothing would stop him from pursuing his vengeance.
Powers, Traits, and Abilities:
Traditionally Trained: The Chinua-Borjigin clan maintain the ancient traditions of the Mongolian people. Ken was trained in the art of archery and horsemanship, as well as in the use of the sword.
Modern Warfare: After finishing his training with his clan, and experiencing his first transformation Ken was employed by the local vigil where he received training with modern arms and armor.
Heightened senses: Even in his human form Ken has the olfactory and hearing senses equivalent to a wolf. He can even see (Albeit not in color) in low light, as well as he could midday.
Accelerated healing: Ken begins healing from all mundane wounds almost immediately. Wounds caused from magic heal at a slightly slower rate and those caused by silver heal at what most humans would consider normal speeds.
Enhanced speed and strength: As a werewolf Ken is naturally faster and stronger then he was as a human. His enhanced strength and speed are gifts that bleed over from the monstrous power of his hybrid form. Ken at full speed can run up to 40 mph and can lift up to a thousand pounds.
Shape shifting: As a werewolf Ken has the ability to shift between three forms. Of his three forms his Hybrid form drains his anima to a point of exhaustion. At which point his body will attempt to regress to his human form. With great effort Ken can hold the hybrid form, but will require an extended rest. The transformation to wolf will drain a large portion of his Anima, but holding the form will not.
Standard Loadout:
Armor: Ken wears a specially designed set of Level III Dragonskin armor. The armor is designed to easily come off should he have to alter his shape.
Weapons:
Spoiler: Turco-Mongol Sabre
Ken wears his ancestors Turco-Mongol sabre, it was given to him when he left the clan. The Turko-Mongol saber has a long, curved blade with a single cutting edge. Ken’s ancestor was part of the wolf guard. A group of Werewolves who served as the great Khan’s personal bodyguard. Each of them had a blade made from other worldly metal world that the great khan did. This metal is capable of injuring otherworldly creatures. In the hands of a mortal man it corrupts him, this is what lead to the infighting among Genghis Khan’s generals and the collapse of his empire.
Spoiler: Mongol bow
As part of his training Ken learned how to make a traditional mongol bow. After leaving the clan he made another using parts and techniques available only through modern technology. The Mongol bow is a recurved composite bow, and ken uses it with deadly efficiency when stealth is required on his part. Each arrow Ken uses has a basic (i.e. minor) Mongolian blessing, the blessing is applied by the use of a hair from the mane of his horse; Usually this hair is wrapped around the arrow where the arrow head is attached.
Spoiler: Barrett M468
This is Ken's primary firearm, in assault situations. The Barrett M468 is a variant of the M4 Carbine, rechambered for a heavier and larger 6.8mm bullet for increased terminal performance.
Spoiler: Beretta M9
This is Ken's secondary firearm for assault. The Beretta M9, officially the Pistol, Semiautomatic, 9mm, M9, is a 9×19mm Parabellum pistol adopted by the United States Armed Forces
Spoiler: Optional
Spoiler: Angela
Angie is a Barrett XM109; A prototype anti-materiel rifle and grenade launcher. Each shot inscribes the bullet with a number of holy emblems. Ken carries the “Smite Stick” when he is assigned to overwatch, or when intel provides information that high level threats would be present at range in the operation area.
Spoiler: Lucille
Luci is a specially modified XM301 cannon. The XM301 Cannon is an externally powered, three-barrel 20 mm Gatling gun. Lucille however had been modified with a flamethrower. Ken brings her along when entering a confined operation area, or one saturated with enemies. He wears the battery pack and fuel tank in an armored bag on his back, and carries the ammunition in a satchel on his waist.
Background: Genghis Khan claimed that he was the son of a wolf. During his life the great emperor never allowed anyone to paint his portrait, sculpt his image or engrave his likeness on a coin, so no one actually knows what he really looked like. Additionally no one knows how he died or where he is buried, well almost no one; The vigils know.
The Chinua-Borjigin clan is an offshoot of the Borjigin clan, the clan of the great Khan. And while Temujin never turned, a few of his siblings did. They took oaths to protect the emperor's people. An oath they continue to uphold till today by working with the vigils.
Khoonbish was born with the potential to become a werewolf. Thus he was trained in the traditions of his ancestors. After the completion of his training, Ken's life seemed to lead him down a somewhat normal path. Then fate intervened and shortly after his twenty-seventh birthday Khoonbish lived up to his name, and became something that was not a human.
After receiving training on controlling his new found abilities Ken joined the Vigil his clan was a part of as a guardian. He was then trained in modern weaponry. While he worked under the jurisdiction of the vigil Ken encountered and occasionally worked alongside the Valkyries. He earned their respect and was eventually recruited to join their ranks.
Spoiler: RP Sample:
Khoonbish walked the halls of the great tomb of Burkhan Khaldun wiping the blood from his eye. This sparring match with his cousin was more brutal than those before. Khoonbish didn't understand why his cousin was more aggressive than in previous bouts. Nor did he understand why there were more trainers keeping a closer eye on the contest. Giving his cousins aggressive behavior however, Khoonbish was pleased to have left the ring with only a split eyebrow.
As he approached his room he thought back to the last time he slept under the open sky. Khoonbish remembered it as being cooler on the plains. Slipping into his room he reached out and toggled the door lock. His exercises were finished for the day, he would not be leaving his room again till morning.
The young man stopped in front of the chipped mirror in his room, leaning towards it he studied the stitches in his eyebrow. A shame his first scar would be hidden under the hair he thought to himself, before wondering again at the heat in the normally cool chamber. Khoombish poured himself a glass of water and drank it thirstily.
Taking the ewer in both hands he raised it to his lips and began to chug the water. Khoombish didn't even hear the crash as the pottery slipped from his hands. Pain had erased all his sense. Clutching at his side, Khoombish could feel the heat flowing off his body. I've been poisoned raced through his mind as he was again racked with incredible pain.
His cry of anguish echoed back at him in the tiny room. Khoombish felt as though his flesh was on fire. Felt as though his muscles were being stretched and twisted. Just as he felt he could take no more pain it worsened. As a horrifying cracking sound filled the air Khoombish felt every bone in his body explode.
The Mongolian lay on the floor writhing in pain. The screams of the damned filled his room as his body elongated. As the minutes passed, the screams of anguish turned into guttural growls and finally an ear piercing howl. The creature clambered to its feet and howled again.
In the tortured remnants of Khoonbish's mind, he realized what he was. However he was overwhelmed by anger. An anger that lead to destruction.
Khoonbish regained control of his body, and his consciousness hours later. The destruction that met his eyes gave life to the nightmare. The sound of the warped door unlocking drew Khoonbish back from the pit of shock he had stood on the edge of. The werewolf's eyes rose to the face of the elder standing in the door frame. "Come pup," The elder said, "Time to renew your training."
Spoiler: Todosi Kumanosuke Takaashi
Name: Todosi Kumanosuke Takaashi
Alias/Callsign: Yokai
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Age: 20
Concept: Former Yakuza Ninja/Stealth expert
Spoiler: Appearance:
Todosi stood with a relaxed slouch that further reduced his 5'8" height. His 165 lbs of wiry muscle are carried with a comfortable grace. His typical civilian attire is generally a silk turtleneck, blazer and dress pants. sometimes though he wears a dress shirt instead of the turtle neck exposing his scar.
Personality: Todosi is unnervingly quiet. He is still quick to smile and attempts to be an active social member of the team. He is polite, having gone so far as to carry business cards with the American Sign Language alphabet on it so that others can try to understand him. Even with his handicap Todosi can still be considered charming.
I'm assignment however his demeanor changes. Gone are the easy smiles and charming slouch. Todosi becomes almost wraithlike. His movements flow like shadows, and his silence become permeable. And when his hand rests upon his sword hilt there is an otherworldly hunger in his eyes.
Powers, Traits, and Abilities:
Spoiler: Living Shadow
Todosi has spent the majority of his life practicing the art of stealth. It has become a part of his nature. Shadows are his home and he is as comfortable in the Dark as in the light. Todosi has proven to be incredibly hard to detect by most creatures employed by the Division of Occult Global Security.
Spoiler: Urban Free Flower
Todosi is incredibly agile, and remarkably flexible. He can combine his skills to easily reach places even the most talented of parkour enthusiasts struggle to attain.
Spoiler: Assassin
Todosi is an expert assassin. Trained to kill a man using almost anything he can put a hand to; From firearms to nothing but his empty hands.
Spoiler: Cursed Blade
Juuchi Yosamu is a blade created by the master swordsmith Muramasa. His blades are often said to require tasting blood to be sheathed. Todosi’s blade requires blood to remain viable. The avatar within the blade demands a sacrifice in order to be able to take the life of more than the mundane.
Standard Loadout:
Spoiler: Silenced FN P90 w/ holographic sight
The FN P90 is a personal defense weapon (PDW) designed and manufactured by FN Herstal in Belgium. Created in response to NATO requests for a replacement for 9×19mm Parabellum firearms, the P90 was designed as a compact but powerful firearm for vehicle crews, operators of crew-served weapons, support personnel, special forces and counter-terrorist groups.
Spoiler: pair of silenced Minebea PM-9
The Minebea PM-9 Submachine Gun, known officially in the Japan Self-Defense Forces (JSDF) as the 9mm Machine Pistol (9mm機関拳銃 Kyumiri Kikan Kenjū?)[3] or as the M9,[5] is a Japanese-made machine pistol. Based on the Israeli IMI Mini-Uzi, the PM-9 has the same telescoping bolt as the Mini-Uzi, but differs in its appearance, operational use and handling.
Spoiler: a Gideon Tanto
Featuring a modified “tanto” design, the fixed-blade Gideon Tanto is perfect for piercing or slashing and is ready for action when you arnd houses two holes in the blade flat for convenient tethering.
Spoiler: Juuchi Yosamu
The katana is characterized by its distinctive appearance: a curved, slender, single-edged blade with a circular or squared guard and long grip to accommodate two hands. It has historically been associated with the samurai of feudal Japan.
Juuchi Yosamu, or 10,000 Cold Nights, is a mythical blade scholars doubt ever existed. This blade was created for a competition between legendary swordsmiths Muramasa and Masamune. This blade was Muramasa’s entry.
It has been said that Muramasa "was a most skillful smith but a violent and ill-balanced mind verging on madness, that was supposed to have passed into his blades. They were popularly believed to hunger for blood and to impel their warrior to commit murder or suicide."
The DOG scholars have yet to fully identify the alloy of the blade. They have identified the presence of an avatar of war; Which appears to contribute to the weapons ability to hurt and kill otherworldly beings.
Spoiler: Armor
Todosi’s armorwas custom designed to maximize his flexibility while minimizing his visibility.
Background: Todosi was born in a small village in the Tosa district of Japan. His childhood was happy, and short. At the age of 5 his parents were lost in a tragic car accident. Todosi was taken in by a local dojo, that unbeknownst to the authorities was operated by the local Yakuza.
Todosi joined the local children, whose parents paid for their training, when the dojo had their youth classes. After classes his days were full of chores. After two years of this Todosi was surprised to begin receiving further training once the dojo closed for the night. His extended training expanded upon his martial arts and began introducing stealth, weapons and illegal activities.
When Todosi was sent to Kyoto at the age of 16 he moved with a silent grace, that hid the fact that he knew several ways to kill a man barehanded. Todosi started his criminal career as an enforcer, however his parkour skills and ability with a blade impressed his overseers. Todosi was given his first assassination order at seventeen.
The next three years of his life were spent helping his Oyabun rise through the ranks. While most of his kills were within the organization, Todosi did occasionally make the political or financial worlds grieve. It was one of his financial based assassinations that sent Todosi to LA. The target was a movie producer, what the Yakuza did not know was that the producer had also angered something else.
Todosi failed to kill his target, as he was dead before the young man arrived. Luckily the creature had managed to set of the security system. LAPD's arrival saved the assassin's life, upon waking after life saving surgery Todosi was informed that he would most likely never speak again. Taking a pen and paper the assassin asked what it was that had attacked him, as he remembered little. Receiving no answer that he felt right Todosi threw himself into learning ASL.
Upon leaving the hospital he was approached by a member of the Los Angeles DOGS division. Todosi was skeptical of why he was approached, yet as soon as he learned what he was being recruited into he gladly signed up.
Spoiler: RP Sample: (It was better and like 2/3rds longer but I lost it having to restart.
Todosi stood in the darkened corner of his master’s office. The sword given to him by Uncle Po lay across the Oyabun’s desk, awaiting the old man’s killer. Todosi returned to say goodbye to Uncle Po, as the assassin’s life now headed in a new direction. However Todosi’s old master was dead at the hands of Lil Wang, his heir and wanna be gang banger.
His target arrived escorted by a pair of sycophants and Todosi’s hand closed on the hilt of Uncle Po’s prizes Muramasa blade. Hunger surged through the former Yakuza as his plan began to play out.
The room’s massive television sprang to life. The clip that played was just after Wang admitted to setting Todosi up to die, and just before Wang murdered Po. The Oyabun’s words echoed through the sound proofed room, condemning Wang to death.
The three men all reached for a weapon in surprise. The two fat men reached for pistols, holding them out tilted; While the skinny man reached for the blade on the desk. Before his hand could close on the hilt a shuriken erupted from his throat.
The other two opened fire on the corner they believed the weapon to have come from. As the stopped to reload Todosi’s target sent his goon to check for bodies. The sycophant moved into the darkness. Finding nothing he opened his mouth to report.
“Ain’t no one he-” Todosi’s fist smashed the man’s throat with a fleshy thump, ending the man’s sentence with a brutal gurgle. The fat man staggered toward his boss falling dead before him.
Seeing Todosi’s shape in the shadows Wang opened fire. His first shot went wide left, the second wide right. The third shot seemed to be swallowed by the shadows.
Truth was Todosi’s blade leapt between the bullet and the assassin’s face. The projectile split in twain as the blade hit, traveling on the fragments scratched Todosi’s cheeks. The assassin could feel the blood from the superficial wounds flow down over his scars as he stepped into the light.
Wang’s pistol slipped from limp fingers as he recognized the man with his throat freshly ripped out. The tip of the Muramasa blade dipped pointing to the katana on the desk. Ignoring it the gang banger reached for his fallen pistol, and lost an ear.
Todosi again motioned the other man take the blade that represented his previous life. Wang scrambled for the sword, drawing it quickly and throwing the sheath at his attacker. The Muramasa katana slapped the projectile away and swung back to it’s wielders hip.
Wang charged, and Todosi moved to meet him. The assassin felt his blade vote, and twisted away from the kill. The sound of wet towels joined that of a clattering sword. Todosi cleaned his new weapon, his thumb brushing away the odd seal as he returned it to it’s sheath.
Turning back to his foe Todosi gathered his old blade. He held it before Wang who seeing a release from a slow and painful death nodded quickly. Todosi smiles grimly and snapped the blade in half, gathering the ends he plunged the halves into Wang’s eyes. The assassin stopped the blades before they could grant the release of death the expected decapitation offered.
Todosi ignored the screams as he insured the security video from Uncle Po’s hotel room would repeat until stopped. The assassin scanned the room one last time before leaving the other man to his traitors death. Todosi was no longer Yakuza; Now he was a DOG Soldier.
Last edited by Dnafein; 12-15-2018 at 10:34 AM.
Spoiler: Cuteness
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Spoiler: Things I like
Spoiler: Quotes
I would rather have a russet coated Captain who knows what he fights for and loves what he knows, than he who calls himself a gentleman and is but little else
-Oliver Cromwell
War is an ugly thing, but not the ugliest of things. The decayed and degraded state of moral and patriotic feeling which thinks that nothing is worth war is much worse.
-John Stuart Mill
There is no instance of a nation benefiting from prolonged warfare.
-Sun Tzu
Ten soldiers wisely led will beat a hundred without a head.
-Euripides
It seems like such a terrible shame that innocent civilians have to get hurt in wars, otherwise combat would be such a wonderfully healthy way to rid the human race of unneeded trash.
-Fred Woodworth
It is our duty still to endeavor to avoid war; but if it shall actually take place, no matter by whom brought on, we must defend ourselves. If our house be on fire, without inquiring whether it was fired from within or without, we must try to extinguish it.
-Thomas Jefferson
If a man dedicates his life to good deeds and the welfare of others, he will die unthanked and unremembered. If he exercises his genius bringing misery and death to billions, his name will echo down through the millennia for a hundred lifetimes. Infamy is always more preferable to ignominy.
-Fabius Bile
Spoiler: Thoughts of the day
A broad mind lacks focus.
A questioning servant is more dangerous than an ignorant heretic
A small mind is easily filled with faith.
A warrior's faith in his commander is his best armour and his strongest weapon.
Adamantium walls and plasteel bulkheads may seem formidable, but an unshakable faith in the Immortal Emperor of Man can overcome any barriers.
An Empty Mind Is A Loyal Mind
An open mind is like a fortress with its gate unbarred and unguarded.
Better crippled in body than corrupt in mind.
Consider the Predator. Let your soul be armoured with Faith, driven on the tracks of Obedience which overcome all obstacles, and armed with the three great guns of Zeal, Duty and Purity.
Facts are chains that bind perception and fetter truth. For a man can remake the world if he has a dream and no facts to cloud his mind.
Faith without deeds is worthless.
Happiness is a delusion of the weak
Forgiveness is a sign of weakness.
He who lives for nothing is nothing. He who dies for the Emperor is a hero.
If a man dies that another should live, that man's spirit shall eat at the Emperor's table
Innocence proves nothing
It is better to die for the Emperor than to live for yourself.
Leniency is a sign of weakness!
Mercy is a sign of weakness.
No man that died in the Emperor's service died in vain.
Nobody is innocent, there are merely varying levels of guilt.
Only in death does duty end.
Only the insane have strength enough to prosper. Only those who prosper may truly judge what is sane.
Pain is an illusion of the senses, despair an illusion of the mind
Purge those who are unclean.
Sometimes the good must perish so that the rest survive. The lot of courage is to be sacrificed upon the altar of battle.
Survival is no birthright, but a prize wrested from an uncaring galaxy by forgotten heroes.
The common man is like a worm in the gut of a corpse, trapped inside a prison of cold flesh, helpless and uncaring, unaware even of the inevitability of its own doom.
The Emperor will not judge you by your medals and diplomas but by your scars.
Though silver in your palms weighs light
Compared to death by blast and sword,
Do not shy the hopeless fight,
For endeavour is its own reward.
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Concept: Ansleigh is a young girl who just discovered her ability to not only see the dead but interact with other Ethreil things. She’s not only trying to come to terms with these powers but also the idea that one of her closest friends is no longer in this world Physically and that she has had to abandon her family for their safety and her’s. She honestly just wants to be normal and is trying to settle into her role of not being ‘normal’.
Appearance: Ansleigh is not a tall girl for her age, standing around 5’4”. Her straight dirty blond hair curls slightly at the ends where it falls to her mid back. Ansleigh Posses Heterochromia eyes, her left behind a dark forest green her right being a gray. Her skin is fair though she does bare the scars from the aftermath of a car accident across her torso, Right shoulder and a faint scar just above her right eye.
Personality: Ansleigh is first and foremost a bit of an introvert. She is quite, though not shy about voicing her opinions or complaints and not reserved. She’s a hard worker and Honest. Usually she’s self motivated but after the accident has found it harder at times to be so. She doesn't withhold her emotions, so it's never hard to tell what she’s feeling. She loves to learn new things (mostly through books though) and likes having a small circle of friends she can trust.
Powers, Traits, and Abilities: The power of research - Ansleigh likes knowledge and she likes learning new things. If some piece of information has to be found, she’ll find it given the right resources.
Note and sketch taker - Ansleigh goes nowhere without a blank book and pen, no where. You never know when you might need to take down notes or draw a quick sketch for memory later.
Cooking - Ansleigh dad is a professional chef and as such she’s picked up a few things from him as she grew up. It all came in handy when she was going to Collage and had to cook for herself.
Ethriel sight - Ansleigh can see spirits, or other entities that dwell beyond the ‘veil’ She can see and speak to these spirits and even physically interact with them. She can see residual spirits as well as spirits that have refused to move on.
Ethreil food - For spirits that want to manifest Ansleigh is a good source of energy to draw from.
Through sight - Ansleigh has the ability to see through the eyes of an object that has been in the presence of a highly emotional exchange such as Murder, rape, torture, kidnapping and so on. So long as she touches it she can see the residual memory the item witnessed or was a part of.
Standard Loadout: pistol Glock 45, A charm bracelet it is several small clear crystal spheres and one Amethyst Sphere, Blank notebook and pen.
Background: Ansleigh lived in a family of 4, her mother, her father, her brother and her. It was a relatively normal coexistence in the middle of salt lake city up until her brother turned 16 and left the house abruptly. They never heard or saw from him again. From there her mother stressed daily about his whereabouts and about their only daughters safety till it it brought on her gray hairs early and by the time she herself had turned 16 her mother had bed ridden herself with sickness. Ansleigh there for lived rather sheltered until her father made a move to a rural part of Florida. Ansleigh managed to make the move well but her mother did not and hardly left the house. With time she made friends and eventually met a guy she really liked and who really liked her.
When she turned 18 she and her now boyfriend went on a road trip to visits the beach, they were supposed to meet some friends there but unfortunately they never made it to the radavo point.
Carder’s car was found flipped and still running in a ditch not 10 miles from their meeting place. Carder had died, seemingly upon impact and Ansleigh was left hanging in the passenger seat, the front of the car crumbled around her legs and torso, the seat belt cutting into her shoulder and a bleeding wound above her eye. She can’t remember what caused them to crash or who found them she only remembers waking on the hospital and seeing Carder worriedly hovering over her along with her father.
With time she realized that Carder had indeed passed on and with shock she realized that she could see his spirit and eventually those of others. Spirits who realized that she could see and hear them would constantly pester her, strange things happened around her like items moving on their own, the air dropping in temperature and even once Carder scared another man that had been trying to flirt with her. From there people began to avoid her, but only the living people.
The situation was becoming desperate enough that her father started to make call to local priests, Ministers and ‘experts’. Eventually the Valkyrie’s heard and came to take her under their care, much to her families dismay.
RP Sample: Ansleigh leaned heavily into her hand. Her eyelids drooping as she stared down at the words which she could no longer read through the blurry tears of sleep. Her eyes had completely shut when she heard her name being called. Her head slipped from her hand and her head slammed into the desk before she set up right.
“Ansleigh, you should go to bed.” Carder murmured as he hovered near her side. “I don’t want to.” She mumbled rubbing at her forehead before she looked back down to the page she was on and then to the bracelet around her wrist and then finely to the clock. It was late but she didn’t want to sleep now. If she did she might just wake up with another nightmare. “You should at least try.” Carder returned.
Ansleigh shook her head before pushing away from the desk and standing. She stretched long and slow letting out a soft yawn before she trudged to the door. She didn’t know who was awake and she didn’t much care. She did need sleep if she was going to focus on any training tomorrow. Maybe if there was any tea in the Kitchen. Opening the door and closing it, Carder simply floated through and followed after her with a worried frown. “I’ll try to sleep.” she assured the spirit of her boyfriend. “Just… after I get something to drink.”
Though I see some serious mischief power going on here
"Even Dreams, can be a nightmare"
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