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Post by caesura on May 23, 2020 17:55:44 GMT -5
Not sure how relevant this is... but I'm ba~ack!And I have a new fantasy jump-in idea, if anyone's interested! The story follows a ragtag, misfit group of magic-users who form a Coven out of necessity, seeing as they wouldn't be accepted anywhere else. It starts out with them struggling to trust each other and maybe find acceptance, and progresses into a mystery when humans and magic-users alike turn up missing and the blame falls on them. And then Other Events but we can get to them later~ they're not all drawn up yet so ideas and suggestions would be appreciated aha _ LINE_ All magic-users are collectively called thaumaturges but there are different kinds- witches, mages, druids, sorcerers. For the most part you're free to build their powers & history, but I'll give occasional direction if needed and I can get into the distinctions if you'd like. ^^ _ LINE_ RULES:: Right now the only rules are write as much as you can- a paragraph at least- and no perfect or OP characters! _ LINE_ Positions in Order of Importance :: - Covenmaster : Also known as the Head or Master of the coven. Usually the oldest, strongest, most experienced, or all three. Leader and often a teacher as well. { Mythra Octohedara , caesura } Overseer : The second in command- often an actual Seer. Takes over when the Covenmaster can't and partners with them in decision-making. ' Maiden' : An honorary title given to the principal healer. Historically a female Druid by doesn't need to be. Cardinal : The head of security; the wardens answer to them and look to them for direction when it comes to battle. Vertex(es) :: The title given to the four most powerful thaumaturges who operate directly under the Cardinal. They each represent a different direction and discipline; North : West : East : South : Wardens : Those most skilled with combat are given the role of 'warden'; the primary protectors of the coven and first line of defense. Seneschal : The coven's 'steward', someone who attends to the day-to-day affairs of the House and ensures that everyone within is cared for. Scribes : In training to take over as one of the above mentioned. Other : And then there are other members of the coven who are no less important, but simply don't have a main role to fill. They are free to do as they please for the most part, bar obeying the laws of the coven and its master.
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Post by caesura on May 23, 2020 17:55:55 GMT -5
_Forms_
Name | Age | Distinction (witch, wizard, mage, etc) | Position
x Appearance Summary
- Brief Magic Description
trait ~ trait ~ trait
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Post by caesura on May 23, 2020 17:56:06 GMT -5
_ CHARACTERS_ Covenmaster : Mythra Octohedara | Unknown | Gem Daemon x Mythra is deceptively slight, standing at 5'9 with slender shoulders and warm bronzed skin. His hair is an indistinct murky blue-green-black hue, though it often appears more green than black, and falls in waves just a little past his shoulders when not tied up. His narrow heavy-lidded eyes are of a rosy hue that mixes magenta and red, the color and jewel-like vibrancy of his matching curved horns mark him as a particularly powerful summon. Further, the skin above his right brow is inked with a stylized crown. He can often be seen in the elegant trappings that reflect his former background, favoring earrings that thrice pierce his ears as well a heavy rings and other expensive pieces of jewelry. - Mythra is a Gem Daemon; a summoned entity of demonic origin who was brought to and tied to the mundane world with an enchanted gem- the spinel, to be exact. The spinel is a stone that can bring high energy to all efforts and all realms, making him an incredible source of raw power, though he can't use it to its full potential without the appropriate contract. Still Mythra has the ability to channel others' energy, acting as a conduit or source to power spells. The concept of manipulating energy also translates to teleporting himself and others/objects & turning himself and others invisible or incorporeal- all of which can only be done for a short time without use of his full power. As a Daemon, he is also restricted to asking permission before he does anything that will affect others. More passive abilities include; naturally attracting wealth to those he favors/spends time with, stabilizing magic magic that threatens to lose control, turning everything from air to water into energy, and giving others spikes in power/emotion based on his own. Mythra can't use his magic offensively outright, but as long as his Core Gem remains safe, he is quite literally unbreakable and tireless. His incredible endurance and stamina have yet to fail him. Benevolent ~ Arrogant ~ Cunning { caesura } Overseer :Viscay "Vi" Caelum | Unknown (appears 23) | Seer x Viscay, known as Vi by those she’s close with, is a lithe and supple woman that stands at a below average height of 5'2. However what she lacks in height, is easily compensated for by her skill. Due to her petite figure and years of practice she's quick enough on her feet and in handing out her attacks to give even a powerful being twice her size a run for their money, a necessity for her to survive as a Seer. While her abilities as said Seer are exceedingly impressive, they serve her little in combat other than a useful warning of danger ahead. Viscay is easy on the eyes, curved wonderfully in ways she's been forced to use to her advantage though she detested it every single time. She has an appearance of both beauty and danger, a certain ferocity: A heart-shaped face, with the high, prominent cheekbones that lead to a small nose and full, naturally occurring, blood red lips. Her eyes are her most intimidating feature, framed with thick, long dark lashes and roundly shaped in such a way that would commonly portray innocence if not for the irises. A deep ember red, much like the glowing coals of an abandoned fire which was left to burn too brightly. They're flecked with the darkness of the night sky and rimmed with the same oblivion of light, anyone caught in her gaze is generally at least somewhat unsettled, severe and invading as it is.‘She’s intruding on my soul!’ Viscay's observed that complaint and similar one too many times. It doesn't help that her skin resembles smooth porcelain, a shocking contrast not only to her eyes but also her hair, which is glossy and holds the shade of raven's wings. The soft locks tumble down to her waist in waves, but are usually maintained in either a braid or a bun so as not to affect her eyesight. Whenever her powers are active Viscay’s eyes transform and any ebony is swallowed up by a lurid blazing scarlet, much more vibrant than her original color, to the point it’s been deemed a disturbing sight by some. Personality-wise, as technically second-in-command and at times seemingly co-leader when certain decisions must be reached, Viscay does her absolute best to be responsible and respectful. She’s endured her fair share of ruthless and frightfully malevolent authority figures, as she’s certain many of the other coven members have, being an outcast doesn’t typically leave one with many choices. So she’s firmly stern when required, truly like a lodged boulder at times with her stubbornness towards others safety or at times just in general, she never claimed to be perfect after all. Viscay has always had such a soft heart and as expected it’s obvious with how she treats others, as fairly and rightfully as she can manage. She rarely ever demonstrates any sort of temper but boy, when one has found just the right button to push, her snapping could be compared to a volcano erupting, rare and extremely explosive so basically high tail it for cover. - Her gentle personality is also most likely on account of her brilliant empathetic ability, as a Seer she can easily sense and during traumatic incidents even experience others emotions. Viscay naturally also undergoes premonitions such as visions and prophecies and on the very rare occasion, she can reach into the afterlife and communicate with those who have passed on. All of these powers require certain amounts of energy, speaking to the dead being the most exhausting and often if she overuses her powers she’ll lose consciousness from a few hours to a few days. In a horrific situation where death feels imminent, Viscay can cause enemies to hallucinate their absolute worst fear, but the price as you imagined is high, she could be out for weeks. Manipulating the mind is no easy feat. Level-headed~Sensible~Benign { wearyheart } Seneschal :Stefanotis Sinclair | 23(?) | Strigoi x x Stefanotis stands at 6'2 with an unassuming willowy build, slender shoulders, and delicate artisan's hands rarely seen without pristine white or black gloves depending on the occasion. The lower half of his face is regularly hidden by a cloth mask- a different one for every occasion- but what can be seen suggests an attractiveness in his straight patrician nose and the sharp line of his jaw. His hair is a shade of black closer to the color of charcoal and would fall just past his shoulder blades if it weren't typically tied up and swept out of his rather large faded carmine eyes. Stefan speaks with a faint lisp when excited, as he can't retract his fangs. His mask is meant to conceal them and lessen the effect of his enhanced sense of smell. In public he often wears silver wire-framed glasses to dull the red of his eyes. Though measures are taken to make his...otherness less apparent, there isn't much he can do about deathly pale skin and scars that look more like ink spills. - Stefanotis avoids combat whenever he can, but when forced into it, he's revealed to carry a number of hidden blades in addition to being proficient in witchcraft- particularly blood magic. His fighting style is more suited to an assassin and he often finds himself at a disadvantage when facing opponents who are stronger or have greater endurance. As a Strigoi; he subsists primarily on blood, can shapeshift into a large razor-winged avian creature, and is restricted to the weaknesses of a vampire- such as decapitation, wooden stakes, requiring permission to enter certain places, etc. His magic leans more toward the realm of witchcraft, meaning that spells require time, symbols, and preparation to work. He has the advantage of their most important ingredient being blood, however, meaning that he can work spells a bit faster and more potently. Accommodating ~ Blithe ~ Sadistic { caesura } Vertexes :Wardens :Kira | 35 | Druid x Kira is a short elf at 5 foot 2 inches, who has long red hair and bright blue eyes that almost look like she is blind. She has a small scar on her shoulder from her past before she became part of the coven. She keeps her hair up in a pony tail with some sidre cut bangs covering her left eye. - Kira is a primal druid who knows little magic besides shifting into animals. She is more of a fighter then anything and she makes do with it even though she sometimes helps out in the healer. Lovable ~ Kind ~ Sweet { RoseBlood } Others :Mikala | unknown | White Witch | Healer x Mikala is a tall lanky female who has short blondish white hair and dark green eyes that seem to have a hint of darkness in them. She seems to always be in a bad mood as her face is always in either a pout or a evil look. But she is sweet otherwise. She is very talkative and loves to help out whenever she can. Mikala has always been with the coven ever since it was first made. She was not liked in the older coven very much since she started doing blood magic which was forbidden by many people. She didn't mind though as she thought she didn't fit in with that coven anyway. So when many people left the Main Coven she left with them and joined this one and she has felt at home ever since. She loves to play tricks on the people who come into the healers ward often. -Mikala is a healing white witch who also dabbles a bit in the dark arts of magic that has damaged her in the past as well as put her in danger. She knows some healing spells but she is still learning how to control them. Caring ~ can be rude ~ talkative { RoseBlood } |
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Post by caesura on May 23, 2020 17:56:18 GMT -5
save?
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Post by caesura on May 23, 2020 17:56:32 GMT -5
just to be save
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Post by caesura on May 23, 2020 17:57:17 GMT -5
Open!
I know things- and I myself- have been kinda crazy with the back and forth but I'm here and ready to commit!
So hopefully this interests someone ^^"
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Post by caesura on May 23, 2020 18:52:45 GMT -5
Rara's outfit is u g l y but otherwise I love his design. Lovely trashy capitalist.
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Post by wearyheart on May 25, 2020 15:54:12 GMT -5
(Hello! This looks super fun  I'm going to post a description of my characters if you're still interested? I have to go do a bit of gardening first lol but once I'm finished I'll get right on making their descriptions!) |
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Post by caesura on May 25, 2020 18:49:28 GMT -5
// HI! ;-; thanks for the interest! And sure~!
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Post by RoseBlood on May 25, 2020 21:13:58 GMT -5
I wouldn't mind joining. C: I am on most of the time and I have the perfect Druid for this C: I will get a post up within the hour.))
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Post by caesura on May 25, 2020 21:22:05 GMT -5
// Hi! Thank you for the interest! <3
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Post by RoseBlood on May 25, 2020 21:33:06 GMT -5
Kira | 35 | Druid | Warden Kira is a short elf at 5 foot 2 inches, who has long red hair and bright blue eyes that almost look like she is blind. She has a small scar on her shoulder from her past before she became part of the coven. She keeps her hair up in a pony tail with some side cut bangs covering her left eye. - Kira is a primal druid who knows little magic besides shifting into animals. She is more of a fighter then anything and she makes do with it even though she sometimes helps out in the healer. Lovable ~ Kind ~ Sweet { RoseBlood } (I can make another if need be. C:))
Mikala | unknown | White Witch | Healer
Mikala is a tall lanky female who has short blondish white hair and dark green eyes that seem to have a hint of darkness in them. She seems to always be in a bad mood as her face is always in either a pout or a evil look. But she is sweet otherwise. She is very talkative and loves to help out whenever she can. Mikala has always been with the coven ever since it was first made. She was not liked in the older coven very much since she started doing blood magic which was forbidden by many people. She didn't mind though as she thought she didn't fit in with that coven anyway. So when many people left the Main Coven she left with them and joined this one and she has felt at home ever since. She loves to play tricks on the people who come into the healers ward often.
-Mikala is a healing white witch who also dabbles a bit in the dark arts of magic that has damaged her in the past as well as put her in danger. She knows some healing spells but she is still learning how to control them.
Caring ~ can be rude ~ talkative
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Post by caesura on May 25, 2020 21:49:13 GMT -5
// She looks great! ^^
I added a section after the 'distinction' for you to put her role in the Coven, if any. Like is she a scribe,warden, just a member?
//Seeing as we're kinda short at the moment, you're free to create another character if you want!
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Post by RoseBlood on May 25, 2020 21:54:22 GMT -5
Im making her a warden, and ill add my other character with her C: Ill make 1 female and 1 male, Or would you rather keep it even right now?))
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Post by caesura on May 25, 2020 21:59:31 GMT -5
// Got it! And you can make whatever genders you want right now ^^
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Post by RoseBlood on May 25, 2020 22:00:19 GMT -5
Okay just thought id check before going much further C: ))
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Post by RoseBlood on May 25, 2020 22:56:40 GMT -5
I started working on my Healing Witch but i will finish her shortly. Have to restart computer so it will work again And would rather not mess anything up with my phone.))
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Post by caesura on May 25, 2020 23:14:05 GMT -5
The morning's close came with a sudden flurry of activity throughout the mansion, with indentured spirit servants and other members of the staff rushing with stately purpose from one task to the next. Breakfast- more like brunch due to a late waking- was cleared away almost before he could set his fork down, the harried team of maids easily making the spacious dining room look completely untouched despite his continued presence. It's likely that they'll even replace his seat once he moves to leave. His gaze remains fixed on the high-backed chair across from him, miles away down a stretch of carefully selected table cloth and half hidden by the newly placed garish candelabra centerpiece.
"Remove that." Someone appears at his side with a soft 'right away, master'. He doesn't spare them a glance, simply flicking his fingers in a silent request for his chair to be pulled away from the table before rising with an absent smoothing of his dove gray wing tipped shirt. There aren't any wrinkles, he knows, but the move is irrational at this point. He even casts his gaze around the quietly opulent room despite knowing that its state is as impeccable as ever. He's the only one who uses it- and inconsistently at that. Sparing the maid an approving hum, he starts toward the arched double doors, stopping only briefly to give the disgustingly grandiose chair an affectionate tap before throwing them open and shouting down the crowded halls.
"Stef! I need a vacation!"
"Oh? But you don't do anything? If you mean a vacation from yourself then I require one as well, in that case~"
The silken voice sounds at his shoulder, the lack of an accompanying presence giving it the impression of being disembodied. He's had years to become acclimated to Stefanotis' overall creepiness, however, and so simply begins to stride forward knowing that he'd be followed.
"I'm not nervous." He says, before his seneschal can say anything else smart. "But-" And here he makes a strange, jerky gesture that might be jazz hands or a befuddled shooing motion. Or both. "What the hell..?"
Stefanotis only hums as if he understands and sympathizes.
Mythra Octohedara rarely expects guests. Oh, no that isn't quite true- he rarely has reason to expect guests. But he'd happily anticipate them if given the chance. And here he is, with a chance. Even if not one he'd necessarily...well. It's a chance. And a welcome change of pace, to be honest! It is patently blatantly, simply Unheard Of for a Daemon to become a covenmaster, let alone a Gem Daemon, as the 'lesser' entity. For years he's quietly added to Coven Dunamis without being openly acknowledged or accepted within the magical community. It's been a constant fight for land and resources; a quiet one, with larger more established covens of the mind that it isn't stealing if the victim doesn't register as a person. Mythra has never let this lack of acknowledgement bother him; challenges would only make he and his stronger in the long run while the upper-crust covens luxuriated in a life of ease. They would become too complacent one day. And he's patient enough to wait, even as they spit in his face and drag his nonexistent reputation through the mud under their heels.
And today could be that day~! Possibly. He hasn't been given any reason to assume one way or the other but he's ever optimistic about his chances. A very prominent covenmaster- the Head of Coven Sabraoth herself- has seen fit to send him news of an impending visit and Mythra is in a practical flurry over what she could possibly have to say. She hadn't used his title in the letter, but even going to the trouble of arriving in person is a huge step forward in his eyes. He'd been prowling the grounds in anticipation since the previous midnight even though he knows his hyper-capable and very conscientious seneschal would ensure everything goes smoothly. As far as the grounds go. As for his coven itself...well the reception to the news was decidedly mixed.
It's his intention to speak with a few personally first, to get a better idea of what he can expect from them. Not everyone has revealed their reasons for going without a coven but it's likely that one or two at least were exiled from Sabraoth, if its reputation is anything to go by. Stefan follows him as far as the barracks; which is just another name for the detached Ruby Wing that houses the majority of the wardens. Their cooperation is imperative, particularly in relation to security in and within the mansion. He doesn't trust Sabraoth for an nth of a second. The self-righteous dastards...
"Oh, Stef- could you have Rose meet me in my office? The wards need adjusting." He's moving to knock on the grand double doors when the extra precaution comes as an afterthought, but Stefanotis is already dipping his head in acquiesce. "The spirits are...attempting to wake him as we speak."
Mythra is still smiling at the thought when the doors swing open and his gaze catches on a familiar redhead amongst the violently red interior that gave the building its name. Kira is rather softhearted for a warden but no less the warrior. He doesn't quite recall a background at the moment but he knows he can trust her not to lose her head over the sight of someone who has disparaged them. The daemon's spinel eyes alight with his smile as he waves to her, approaching at a trot. "Morning Kira~ Mind if I accompany you for a bit?" Mythra clasps his hands behind his back as he comes to a halt at her side. "I assume you're preparing for our guest? In which case I'd like you to be amongst those who make first contact. Your magic is less predictable~"
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Post by caesura on May 25, 2020 23:14:38 GMT -5
// Sure! Starter's up as well~
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Post by RoseBlood on May 25, 2020 23:27:38 GMT -5
Kira was rushing around the Wardens room and stopped to take a deep breath She heard of the visitor coming and shook her head. "Why now? After all this time why is she coming here?" She muttered under her breath as she continued moving stuff around to make it nice and neat, that was another small thing about her was she did not like stuff being out of place. She heard movement outside the door and she stopped what she was doing and narrowed her eyes towards the door. She tilted her head and headed towards the door before she sighed when she heard a knock and called out in soft voice to come in. She raised a brow at the Master of the Coven and Stefanotis. "Good Morning Mythra Sire, You may accompany me, but i will be moving stuff around to make it seem a little nice here then it should be for our... visitor." She said slightly hesitating on the word visitor before she raised a brow. "You want me to meet her? I have no magic to predict her with besides me shifting into different creatures Sire." She said shaking her head with a small grin. "So unless you want me to shift in front of the guest when they get here then i do not mind." She told him, "Will you meet the guest with us then Sire?" She asked moving a couple more pieces of furniture around before she nodded her head with a slight hum at the near picture perfectioness in her eyes of the room before she headed out of the wardens wing. "And anyways.... Why me Sire? Why not any of the other Wardens?" She tilted her head while she walked and glanced at Mythra out of the corner of her eye wondering why He chose to talk with her about meeting the.... Visitor. She rolled her eyes when she thought of the Coven Master, or mistress as some of the other people called her.
She decided to start walking backwards every so often peeking behind her to make sure she gonna run into anything or anyone. She narrowed her eyes when she saw a couple people just standing around. Her eyes flashed dark for a couple seconds while she hissed out, "What are you doing just standing there? Go make sure everything is finished." She exclaimed throwing her hands up in the air. "If there is nothing up here then go to the kitchen and see if you can find anything there." She shook her head and sighed.
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Post by RoseBlood on May 25, 2020 23:41:04 GMT -5
((I finished Mikala C:))
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Post by caesura on May 27, 2020 13:17:02 GMT -5
//Sorry! There are nonstop thunderstorms where I am and it's affecting my wifi/connection. I'm using borrowed wifi at the moment-
I'll get back to you as soon as I can! Also I don't know if you mean for Mikala to be the 'Maiden' or one of the healers who help them?
//And the ability to bring someone back to life or take the life from others is a bit too OP, do you have any weaknesses or flaws to balance it out?
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Post by RoseBlood on May 27, 2020 16:18:00 GMT -5
Your are completely fine. And yeah I was rereading her abilities and I'm gonna add some more to Mikala after I get off work. I was thinking possibly a helping hand.
But you take your time on responding ^^
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Post by RoseBlood on May 27, 2020 22:07:46 GMT -5
((Okay IS Mikala better? If not i can take out that spell until she learns it or teaches herself how to do that later on?))
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Post by wearyheart on May 28, 2020 0:08:52 GMT -5
Viscay "Vi" Caelum| Unknown (appears 23) | Seer | Overseer
Viscay, known as Vi by those she’s close with, is a lithe and supple woman that stands at a below average height of 5'2. However what she lacks in height, is easily compensated for by her skill. Due to her petite figure and years of practice she's quick enough on her feet and in handing out her attacks to give even a powerful being twice her size a run for their money, a necessity for her to survive as a Seer. While her abilities as said Seer are exceedingly impressive, they serve her little in combat other than a useful warning of danger ahead. Viscay is easy on the eyes, curved wonderfully in ways she's been forced to use to her advantage though she detested it every single time. She has an appearance of both beauty and danger, a certain ferocity: A heart-shaped face, with the high, prominent cheekbones that lead to a small nose and full, naturally occurring, blood red lips. Her eyes are her most intimidating feature, framed with thick, long dark lashes and roundly shaped in such a way that would commonly portray innocence if not for the irises. A deep ember red, much like the glowing coals of an abandoned fire which was left to burn too brightly. They're flecked with the darkness of the night sky and rimmed with the same oblivion of light, anyone caught in her gaze is generally at least somewhat unsettled, severe and invading as it is.‘She’s intruding on my soul!’ Viscay's observed that complaint and similar one too many times. It doesn't help that her skin resembles smooth porcelain, a shocking contrast not only to her eyes but also her hair, which is glossy and holds the shade of raven's wings. The soft locks tumble down to her waist in waves, but are usually maintained in either a braid or a bun so as not to affect her eyesight. Whenever her powers are active Viscay’s eyes transform and any ebony is swallowed up by a lurid blazing scarlet, much more vibrant than her original color, to the point it’s been deemed a disturbing sight by some.
Personality-wise, as technically second-in-command and at times seemingly co-leader when certain decisions must be reached, Viscay does her absolute best to be responsible and respectful. She’s endured her fair share of ruthless and frightfully malevolent authority figures, as she’s certain many of the other coven members have, being an outcast doesn’t typically leave one with many choices. So she’s firmly stern when required, truly like a lodged boulder at times with her stubbornness towards others safety or at times just in general, she never claimed to be perfect after all. Viscay has always had such a soft heart and as expected it’s obvious with how she treats others, as fairly and rightfully as she can manage. She rarely ever demonstrates any sort of temper but boy, when one has found just the right button to push, her snapping could be compared to a volcano erupting, rare and extremely explosive so basically high tail it for cover. Her gentle personality is also most likely on account of her brilliant empathetic ability, as a Seer she can easily sense and during traumatic incidents even experience others emotions. Viscay naturally also undergoes premonitions such as visions and prophecies and on the very rare occasion, she can reach into the afterlife and communicate with those who have passed on. All of these powers require certain amounts of energy, speaking to the dead being the most exhausting and often if she overuses her powers she’ll lose consciousness from a few hours to a few days. In a horrific situation where death feels imminent, Viscay can cause enemies to hallucinate their absolute worst fear, but the price as you imagined is high, she could be out for weeks. Manipulating the mind is no easy feat.
Level-headed~Sensible~Benign
{ wearyheart }
(Sorry it took me so long to get back on! I'm making my male character right now, I'll probably post him tomorrow than start roleplaying as long both my characters are approved )
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Post by caesura on May 28, 2020 15:29:29 GMT -5
// Yeah, I think it might be a better idea to have her learn it later, maybe at a crucial moment. ^^
//Hello again! Vi looks awesome~ And she's accepted!
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Post by RoseBlood on May 28, 2020 17:49:11 GMT -5
That will be good with me. When I get home from my parents house i will put that ahead is still learning the healing part ^^. ))
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Post by wearyheart on May 30, 2020 18:32:01 GMT -5
Attor Rune | Unknown (appears 25) | Sorcerer | Vertex
Attor stands at 6’3” with a solid build, more lean then stocky but with just enough muscle to not be considered lanky by any means.The edges of his dark hair just barely brush along the tips of his ears with a slight, rugged curl to the brown locks that he often has to brush back from his vibrant, electric blue eyes. The color resembles the striking shade of a river on a simmering summer's day, hardened by the steeliness of his vacant heart. He has an adequately handsome face, angular cheekbones with a chiseled chin and strong jawline rising up to a straight sculpted nose and firm lips, constantly straightened in a scowl or twisted with a chilly smile. His complexion is naturally a light bronze, heightened by a golden undertone that becomes more prominent in the summer. On the surface, he makes certain not a hair is out of place, but underneath his clothing lay gruesome scars that paint ugly pictures along his back, reminders that the past is not so easily forgotten.
Attor is primed, proper and distant. His nature is similar to that of a robot, he receives orders and obediently follows them without question. He’s the perfect version of a gentleman who expresses chivalry out of habit more than anything, a smile devoid of everything but politeness here and a thoughtless touch of lips to skin there. Most probably ponder whether he even possesses a heart, he just appears to be so...empty. As if every moment, every movement he gives his time to he’s already planned out. Being a sorcerer, he doesn’t require spells, rituals or anything similar to wield his abilities which innately consist of psychokinesis and conjuring fire. Oddly enough, Attor is also able to transform his appearance into anyone, though that kind of power is known to be only harnessed by dark sorcerers. Even more peculiar, sorcerer’s potency and skill usually depend on their emotional state, and with Attor being perceived to not have one it’s a wonder how he came to be such a formidable foe. As a Vertex, he represents obedience.
Calculating~Obedient~Impassive
{wearyheart}
(Alright here he is finally! Thanks for accepting Vi!)
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Post by caesura on May 31, 2020 15:12:08 GMT -5
// Sure, Roseblood!
And accepted! I'll add them and try to draw up a reply when I get back home! ^^
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caesura
Nothing? Nothing! Nothing, tra la la?
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Post by caesura on May 31, 2020 23:22:29 GMT -5
Mythra smiles at Kira's words; while the other wardens may be sharpening weapons or reviewing their likely nonexistent visitor's protocol, the Druid was thinking of the smaller details that came with it. It's part of what makes her so reliable- she may be a warrior, but she's still herself first. "Hmm I suppose visitor is a better word than guest? Not that she isn't welcome, she isn't not not welcome. Or she is- in a sense." Huh. The daemon pauses, retracing his winding train of thought to its first station. Stefanotis takes this opportunity to greet Kira with a smile of his own and assure her that she doesn't have to worry about tidying up. "I'll have the spirits see to it, of course. Though I appreciate your forethought~"
"Ah, well." The covenmaster waves a hand, moving on in the conversation. "You'll be meeting her, but she won't be meeting you." He absently follows Kira around the commons area as she straightens up, Stefanotis responding silently to raised voices in the hall by bowing his way out of the room. Though he reflexively offered to take care of the domestic affairs, as he always does, he still trusts her to see to the non-magic afflicted damages that came with housing a cadre of combative thaumaturges.
"And that is precisely what I need~" Mythra returns her grin with a metallic glint in his gemstone eyes. "Judana isn't well-versed enough in sensory magic to best me, and a druid's shapeshifting magic has a unique signature that is likely unfamiliar to her."
"This allows you to hide in plain sight~ Judana's magic is only just subtle enough that animals or those with an animalistic sense would be able to react appropriately. I can, of course- but there are 'rules'-" His tone turns dismissive at this, and he flicks a wrist in aristocratic derision. "-or laws- or something about covenmasters being unable to 'raise a hand' to each other without sparking a lot more than a scuffle. You'll serve as extra security in the sense that you would be acting by proxy should she try anything unnecessarily theatric." Mythra holds the door open for Kira as they exit the Ruby Wing and return to the mansion proper. "While I trust you to take care of yourself, this is an instance in which you will not be operating alone." This is a given- yet he always feels as if he has to remind his coven that he actually cares for them. Whether demon or daemon, his kind don't tend to have the best reputation.
"Why not you~?" Mythra singsongs, pausing to inspect his reflection in one of the large antique mirrors that line the Luvia corridor of the mansion. One of his favorite places, naturally. He sweeps back a murky lock that escaped his messy bun somewhere in the morning hubbub and gives his reflection a wink. It responds with an answering smirk. "Think small and inconspicuous and meet Vi and I at the private dining hall in exactly thirteen minutes. The Sabraoth are a superstitious lot~"
"Thank you~!" With that, Mythra wiggles his fingers in a wave and steps through a seven-foot mirror framed by blocky runic carvings. Just before the reflection returns to normal, he can be briefly glimpsed almost tripping over a prone body lying on the floor of his cluttered office. "Rose!"
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I'm going to post a description of my characters if you're still interested? I have to go do a bit of gardening first lol but once I'm finished I'll get right on making their descriptions!)
