Power combos:
Guard: Flawless Coordination, Sense Manipulation, Pain Manipulation, Sense Removal
Animal: Enhanced Senses, Enhanced Tracking, Animal Scrying, Lung Adaptation, Flawless Coordination
Ghost (Ezra)
Prince (Nat)
Prophet (Toby)
Guard: Flawless Coordination, Sense Manipulation, Pain Manipulation, Sense Removal
Animal: Enhanced Senses, Enhanced Tracking, Animal Scrying, Lung Adaptation, Flawless Coordination
Ghost (Ezra)
Prince (Nat)
Prophet (Toby)
Ezra Cyril Gray
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Ezra Cyril Gray
Roleplayer: Filigree
Age: 17
Race: Shifter (snake)
Gender: Male
Weapon: two small curved combat knives
Powers: Tracking Evasion, Unnoticeability, Protected Senses, Air Mimicry, Umbrageous Teleportation
Occupation: Steamhand
Affiliation: Pistons
Description: He looks just like his personality: gentle, soft, like he couldn't hurt a fly. He touches everything like it's made of glass or flower petals, but if you look at him long enough you'll know the truth: this boy can, and will, kill. His dark hair looks like the fluffy down of a baby raven, while the iridescent blue of his eyes are reminiscient of a colorful seashell sleeping beneath the oceans. He's of slighter and shorter than average build, but the years have made him lean and strong.
Personality: Ezra does a good job of pulling off the "mysterious" reputation. It's partly due to his powers; the combination makes him near-impossible to search for, as he could be anywhere at anytime and no one would know. It's also due to his personality; he never talks about himself. He's much more interested in learning about other people. That's also where his sweet side comes in. Many would call him adorable. He puts flowers in people's hair and carries their heavy bags for them. He plays with stray cats on the street and bakes all sorts of desserts. He's very kind; it seems a little off-putting at first, but you come to appreciate it. Sometimes he seems very sad. You can tell because he doesn't smile, and he's always smiling otherwise. Perhaps he's remember something better, or possibly something worse, but he will draw attention away from him if you start to probe. This isn't to say that he's harmless, however; he will slash throats to protect himself, to protect his loved ones, to obey the command of the Pistons. He will kill a person right in front of you and have more concern for your well-being than his own. But it's best not to get too comfortable, because he will turn on you, too. He has betrayed those he's promised to protect, those he seemed to care about. His true loyalties remain unknown. For now he follows the Pistons, and even that is confusing because he doesn't seem to believe in many of their philosophies.
History: He won't tell you.
Kin: none
Roleplayer: Filigree
Age: 17
Race: Shifter (snake)
Gender: Male
Weapon: two small curved combat knives
Powers: Tracking Evasion, Unnoticeability, Protected Senses, Air Mimicry, Umbrageous Teleportation
Occupation: Steamhand
Affiliation: Pistons
Description: He looks just like his personality: gentle, soft, like he couldn't hurt a fly. He touches everything like it's made of glass or flower petals, but if you look at him long enough you'll know the truth: this boy can, and will, kill. His dark hair looks like the fluffy down of a baby raven, while the iridescent blue of his eyes are reminiscient of a colorful seashell sleeping beneath the oceans. He's of slighter and shorter than average build, but the years have made him lean and strong.
Personality: Ezra does a good job of pulling off the "mysterious" reputation. It's partly due to his powers; the combination makes him near-impossible to search for, as he could be anywhere at anytime and no one would know. It's also due to his personality; he never talks about himself. He's much more interested in learning about other people. That's also where his sweet side comes in. Many would call him adorable. He puts flowers in people's hair and carries their heavy bags for them. He plays with stray cats on the street and bakes all sorts of desserts. He's very kind; it seems a little off-putting at first, but you come to appreciate it. Sometimes he seems very sad. You can tell because he doesn't smile, and he's always smiling otherwise. Perhaps he's remember something better, or possibly something worse, but he will draw attention away from him if you start to probe. This isn't to say that he's harmless, however; he will slash throats to protect himself, to protect his loved ones, to obey the command of the Pistons. He will kill a person right in front of you and have more concern for your well-being than his own. But it's best not to get too comfortable, because he will turn on you, too. He has betrayed those he's promised to protect, those he seemed to care about. His true loyalties remain unknown. For now he follows the Pistons, and even that is confusing because he doesn't seem to believe in many of their philosophies.
History: He won't tell you.
Kin: none
Silas Oliver
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Silas Oliver
Roleplayer: Filigree
Age: 19
Race: Halfling (demon/human)
Gender: Male
Weapon: none
Powers: none
Occupation: Slave
Affiliation: Banshees
Description: A tall young man of well-built muscle, thanks to years of hard labor under the banshees. He'll boast to you that he's half elf, pointing out his tapering ears and self-proclaimed good looks, but he's actually half human; the ears are a side effect of the demon blood and the pretty face is a result of fortunate genes. He's dark-haired and dark eyed, and while the strong bones of his face and stature draw attention, he's still generic-looking enough to be lost in a crowd. At least, he would be, if it weren't for the ridges. Ridges? Spikes? Horns? He calls it an exoskeleton, since they do seem to be made of bone. They sprout from his head, his back, his wrists and hands, his calves and shins. They're light enough that he doesn't have to strain his neck just carrying his head around all the time, but they're solid and strong enough to spear a person if he headbutts them.
Personality: Whether it's scrubbing bathroom floors or putting together a new weapons shed, Silas has kept himself very physically busy throughout his life. With work, of course, and with other things. He enjoys the company of the banshees because they're all women. Not all of them hate men, and many of them are straight, so he feels rather lucky. He doesn't mind the work. He could be doing worse things, like killing people, and he's done his fair share of that in his life. He doesn't really like violence. It leads to pain, and not the good type. The people who used him in his early life saw his exoskeleton and used that as a tool for such violence. But they're gone now, thanks to the banshees, and Silas couldn't be more grateful. His outer bones, which were once a symbol of spilled blood, are now just an inconvenience in his life. He can't sleep on his back and he often accidentally hurts the women he's with. Not desirable at all. But he deals with it. He's a jokester, a trickster. He flirts with everyone, even when he really shouldn't. Especially when he really shouldn't. His low sense of self-preservation concerns those close to him. He has very simple wants; give him a place to sleep, food to eat, good company, and he's happy. He doesn't care if the authorities hate him and try to humiliate him. They don't want to kill him, at least. Just let Silas live his life and you won't give him a reason to revert back to his early days.
History: When he was young he lived with some very very rude people who used him in horribly violent ways so now he thinks violence is super not cool. But then the banshees came and killed most of the people who held him captive and took him in as a slave, and now he's much happier, and that's all you need to know.
Kin: maybe
Roleplayer: Filigree
Age: 19
Race: Halfling (demon/human)
Gender: Male
Weapon: none
Powers: none
Occupation: Slave
Affiliation: Banshees
Description: A tall young man of well-built muscle, thanks to years of hard labor under the banshees. He'll boast to you that he's half elf, pointing out his tapering ears and self-proclaimed good looks, but he's actually half human; the ears are a side effect of the demon blood and the pretty face is a result of fortunate genes. He's dark-haired and dark eyed, and while the strong bones of his face and stature draw attention, he's still generic-looking enough to be lost in a crowd. At least, he would be, if it weren't for the ridges. Ridges? Spikes? Horns? He calls it an exoskeleton, since they do seem to be made of bone. They sprout from his head, his back, his wrists and hands, his calves and shins. They're light enough that he doesn't have to strain his neck just carrying his head around all the time, but they're solid and strong enough to spear a person if he headbutts them.
Personality: Whether it's scrubbing bathroom floors or putting together a new weapons shed, Silas has kept himself very physically busy throughout his life. With work, of course, and with other things. He enjoys the company of the banshees because they're all women. Not all of them hate men, and many of them are straight, so he feels rather lucky. He doesn't mind the work. He could be doing worse things, like killing people, and he's done his fair share of that in his life. He doesn't really like violence. It leads to pain, and not the good type. The people who used him in his early life saw his exoskeleton and used that as a tool for such violence. But they're gone now, thanks to the banshees, and Silas couldn't be more grateful. His outer bones, which were once a symbol of spilled blood, are now just an inconvenience in his life. He can't sleep on his back and he often accidentally hurts the women he's with. Not desirable at all. But he deals with it. He's a jokester, a trickster. He flirts with everyone, even when he really shouldn't. Especially when he really shouldn't. His low sense of self-preservation concerns those close to him. He has very simple wants; give him a place to sleep, food to eat, good company, and he's happy. He doesn't care if the authorities hate him and try to humiliate him. They don't want to kill him, at least. Just let Silas live his life and you won't give him a reason to revert back to his early days.
History: When he was young he lived with some very very rude people who used him in horribly violent ways so now he thinks violence is super not cool. But then the banshees came and killed most of the people who held him captive and took him in as a slave, and now he's much happier, and that's all you need to know.
Kin: maybe
Wren
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Wren
Roleplayer: Filigree
Age: 21
Race: Halfling (demon/elf)
Gender: Female
Weapon: none
Powers: none
Occupation: freelance magician
Affiliation: Outlaw
Description: She walks with the grace of a predator, and that's probably because she is. Her prey are the weak and the interesting, but once you're caught it's difficult to determine which of the two she sees you as. She's pale all over, with white hair and eyes, but she doesn't look sickly. It fits her, to look like a blank slate. She has goat ears and horns, thanks to her demon blood, and a beautiful face, thanks to her elf blood, that can go through an enormous range of emotions in just one hour. Her feet also end in cloven hooves, and while she has no pitchfork or powers, she has an arsenal of magic at her side. Who knows, she might actually be the devil.
Personality: She is a magic user. It's the one defining trait she uses on herself: she is a magician, and she'll fix all your problems. Maybe. She advertises herself as a freelance magician that does tasks ranging from ensuring your baby will be a boy to creating the perfect feast in under an hour to moving a house seven and a half inches to the right. She's good at what she does, so she charges high prices. And if you can't pay, you might find yourself with a baby who constantly hisses in Latin, or a dinner that gives food poisoning to exactly five people, or a house that also sinks seven and a half inches into the soil. She serves the people, yes, but most of all she serves herself. She's an intellectual of magic; she loves to experiment with new things. She tests the boundaries, of the natural laws and the kingdom's laws and the social laws of dealing with individuals. She couldn't care less if she hurts your feelings, so long as you're competent and get the job done. She orders people around even though most of the time, she has no authority to. Her rudeness has gained her a small handful of admirers and a much larger crowd of enemies. Not like she cares, though. She's very aware of the way she acts, but she just expects people to deal with it. She can get possessive of people; she will claim a person as hers even if they don't want to be claimed. But she's not all bad. She'll make sure you're never bored, because she'll make sure she's never bored. Boredom is the worst thing ever as far as she's concerned, and causing trouble and getting into fights is much more preferable to that.
History: If she likes you enough, she might actually tell you.
Kin: none
Roleplayer: Filigree
Age: 21
Race: Halfling (demon/elf)
Gender: Female
Weapon: none
Powers: none
Occupation: freelance magician
Affiliation: Outlaw
Description: She walks with the grace of a predator, and that's probably because she is. Her prey are the weak and the interesting, but once you're caught it's difficult to determine which of the two she sees you as. She's pale all over, with white hair and eyes, but she doesn't look sickly. It fits her, to look like a blank slate. She has goat ears and horns, thanks to her demon blood, and a beautiful face, thanks to her elf blood, that can go through an enormous range of emotions in just one hour. Her feet also end in cloven hooves, and while she has no pitchfork or powers, she has an arsenal of magic at her side. Who knows, she might actually be the devil.
Personality: She is a magic user. It's the one defining trait she uses on herself: she is a magician, and she'll fix all your problems. Maybe. She advertises herself as a freelance magician that does tasks ranging from ensuring your baby will be a boy to creating the perfect feast in under an hour to moving a house seven and a half inches to the right. She's good at what she does, so she charges high prices. And if you can't pay, you might find yourself with a baby who constantly hisses in Latin, or a dinner that gives food poisoning to exactly five people, or a house that also sinks seven and a half inches into the soil. She serves the people, yes, but most of all she serves herself. She's an intellectual of magic; she loves to experiment with new things. She tests the boundaries, of the natural laws and the kingdom's laws and the social laws of dealing with individuals. She couldn't care less if she hurts your feelings, so long as you're competent and get the job done. She orders people around even though most of the time, she has no authority to. Her rudeness has gained her a small handful of admirers and a much larger crowd of enemies. Not like she cares, though. She's very aware of the way she acts, but she just expects people to deal with it. She can get possessive of people; she will claim a person as hers even if they don't want to be claimed. But she's not all bad. She'll make sure you're never bored, because she'll make sure she's never bored. Boredom is the worst thing ever as far as she's concerned, and causing trouble and getting into fights is much more preferable to that.
History: If she likes you enough, she might actually tell you.
Kin: none
Nathaniel James Arthurson
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Nathaniel James Arthurson (Nat)
Roleplayer: Filigree
Age: oldish (appears in his late teens/early twenties)
Race: Halfling (vampire/elf)
Gender: Male
Weapon: nonet
Powers: Protected Senses, Pain Manipulation, Empathetic Hearing, Light Mimicry, Omniscience (Lie Detection? Discern Motivations?) needs more offensive powers yo
Occupation: Marquise
Affiliation: Bureaucracy
Description: So soft-looking, so innocent. He looks like you could break him in two, but you shouldn't try to. His vampire and elf heritage makes him much stronger than he appears, and much older, too. He's pale all-over: pale skin, fair hair, and eyes so light and colorless they seem to hold no soul. He has that face that makes it look like he wants to murder whatever it is he's looking at. His choice of attire makes it easy for people to distinguish him from his twin, because otherwise it would be too difficult to tell them apart.
Personality: He's full of contradictions. He's a vampire who hates blood. It's so messy, so disgusting, and it's so hard to wash out of the white clothes he's always wearing. He loathes politics, and yet he plans to become heir. He wouldn't make a good king; he's much too quiet, much too cold and calculating. He wouldn't make a good king, but he'd make an excellent ruler. Someone else can do all the speechmaking and shaking hands. That wouldn't be his job; his job would be to maintain peace. He wouldn't say he loves his kingdom because he doesn't love anything, really. Or at least, he doesn't show what he loves. Nat is hard to read. Having been raised in the bureaucracy, he knows all the rules of their games, and the biggest rule is to not let anyone in. Only Hal, his twin brother, gets access. But why does Nat want to be heir? What does Nat want at all? That's a good question, and one you won't ever get an answer to. He's a prince with secrets, a prince that trusts no one but the brother he entered the world with. He has power: social power, as a Marquise. Physical powers, inherited from his parents. And intellectual power. He knows things. He's good at playing the game. He hates the game, but he plays it, because winning is the only way to end it.
History: Pawn -> queen
Kin: Rupert (father), Hal (twin)
Roleplayer: Filigree
Age: oldish (appears in his late teens/early twenties)
Race: Halfling (vampire/elf)
Gender: Male
Weapon: nonet
Powers: Protected Senses, Pain Manipulation, Empathetic Hearing, Light Mimicry, Omniscience (Lie Detection? Discern Motivations?) needs more offensive powers yo
Occupation: Marquise
Affiliation: Bureaucracy
Description: So soft-looking, so innocent. He looks like you could break him in two, but you shouldn't try to. His vampire and elf heritage makes him much stronger than he appears, and much older, too. He's pale all-over: pale skin, fair hair, and eyes so light and colorless they seem to hold no soul. He has that face that makes it look like he wants to murder whatever it is he's looking at. His choice of attire makes it easy for people to distinguish him from his twin, because otherwise it would be too difficult to tell them apart.
Personality: He's full of contradictions. He's a vampire who hates blood. It's so messy, so disgusting, and it's so hard to wash out of the white clothes he's always wearing. He loathes politics, and yet he plans to become heir. He wouldn't make a good king; he's much too quiet, much too cold and calculating. He wouldn't make a good king, but he'd make an excellent ruler. Someone else can do all the speechmaking and shaking hands. That wouldn't be his job; his job would be to maintain peace. He wouldn't say he loves his kingdom because he doesn't love anything, really. Or at least, he doesn't show what he loves. Nat is hard to read. Having been raised in the bureaucracy, he knows all the rules of their games, and the biggest rule is to not let anyone in. Only Hal, his twin brother, gets access. But why does Nat want to be heir? What does Nat want at all? That's a good question, and one you won't ever get an answer to. He's a prince with secrets, a prince that trusts no one but the brother he entered the world with. He has power: social power, as a Marquise. Physical powers, inherited from his parents. And intellectual power. He knows things. He's good at playing the game. He hates the game, but he plays it, because winning is the only way to end it.
History: Pawn -> queen
Kin: Rupert (father), Hal (twin)
Toby
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Toby
Roleplayer: Filigree
Age: early 30s (appears to be 6)
Race: Vampire
Gender: Male
Weapon: none
Powers: Omniscience, Psychometry, Sensory Scrying, Psychic Navigation, Experience Sharing, Chrono Vision
Occupation: Templar
Affiliation: Clairvoyants
Description: His greatest defense is his squishy face. He looks small and adorable and helpless. He's probably shorter than everyone and he bumps into things a lot because his limbs are tiny and he's blind. When he lost his vision, he received chrono vision, so it's not all bad, though he does wish he can see the sky again. He has fluffy blonde hair that sticks up all around his face and pale blue eyes that stare at nothing. Sometimes he uses a cane to get around because he feels in his soul that he's an eighty-year old man, even though his true age is in his early 30s. Most of the time he gets carried around by Theron.
Personality: As a forever-6-year-old who hasn't had a fun life so far, Toby chose to join the clairvoyants to make sure other people don't have to suffer like he did. He still has the mentality of a child, but with that comes a childish wisdom. He is not naive or innocent, even though he appears to be; he understands evil and darkness. He sees the complications of humanity. And yet he faces everything with a child's optimism because it's what he knows best, and he wants to be happy. However, despite all this, he has his moments when he doesn't seem quite human. He is a vampire, after all; he kills to eat, to survive. He tries to only drink blood from people who are going to die very soon, such as prisoners or the elderly, but he can't help his instincts. And it isn't just prey he will kill; if he truly believes you deserve it, he will take your life. He's tiny and he can't see, but given the right timing and situation, he's capable of it. Most of the time, though, he prefers to lay down somewhere soft and in the open air and use his powers to explore a world he'd never be able to explore otherwise.
History: He is a damaged puff who is slowly becoming fluffy again.
Kin: none
Roleplayer: Filigree
Age: early 30s (appears to be 6)
Race: Vampire
Gender: Male
Weapon: none
Powers: Omniscience, Psychometry, Sensory Scrying, Psychic Navigation, Experience Sharing, Chrono Vision
Occupation: Templar
Affiliation: Clairvoyants
Description: His greatest defense is his squishy face. He looks small and adorable and helpless. He's probably shorter than everyone and he bumps into things a lot because his limbs are tiny and he's blind. When he lost his vision, he received chrono vision, so it's not all bad, though he does wish he can see the sky again. He has fluffy blonde hair that sticks up all around his face and pale blue eyes that stare at nothing. Sometimes he uses a cane to get around because he feels in his soul that he's an eighty-year old man, even though his true age is in his early 30s. Most of the time he gets carried around by Theron.
Personality: As a forever-6-year-old who hasn't had a fun life so far, Toby chose to join the clairvoyants to make sure other people don't have to suffer like he did. He still has the mentality of a child, but with that comes a childish wisdom. He is not naive or innocent, even though he appears to be; he understands evil and darkness. He sees the complications of humanity. And yet he faces everything with a child's optimism because it's what he knows best, and he wants to be happy. However, despite all this, he has his moments when he doesn't seem quite human. He is a vampire, after all; he kills to eat, to survive. He tries to only drink blood from people who are going to die very soon, such as prisoners or the elderly, but he can't help his instincts. And it isn't just prey he will kill; if he truly believes you deserve it, he will take your life. He's tiny and he can't see, but given the right timing and situation, he's capable of it. Most of the time, though, he prefers to lay down somewhere soft and in the open air and use his powers to explore a world he'd never be able to explore otherwise.
History: He is a damaged puff who is slowly becoming fluffy again.
Kin: none