Characters Dracula's Most Wanted

WhovianBeast · #1 04-28-2020, 09:37 AM

Here's where we'll keep track of the Player Characters

WhovianBeast · #2 05-02-2020, 03:22 PM

Name: Crispin "Cobb" Cordwaine
Player: Mythrandil
Hero Points: 2 (6/22/2020)
Initiative: 0
Kind: Human
Physical description: 65 years old, mostly bald with bushy salt-and-pepper beard, green eyes, wiry build
Country of Origin: Appalachia

Powers: Granted favor and power late in life by Oberon, Cobb is still insecure about his fledgling powers. Though physically unimposing, years of hard travel and persecution have given Cobb a strong measure of physical resilience. Cobb can see the strengths and weaknesses of those he encounters, and even sometimes read their thoughts.

WhovianBeast · #3 05-02-2020, 03:25 PM

Name: Kane (Kaniko) Munemori
Player: Avner
Hero Points: 1
Initiative: +6
Kind: Human (Japanese)
Physical description: Kane is of japanese descent and has most of the look that would go with that lineage with an oriental complexion and features. His hair however is a stark white and he has a strange color to his irises that betray the other half of his mysterious lineage. Kane dresses finely typically in a long decrative coat with a collarless button down shirt underneath and either dress pants or Bushido style pants to allow for his art form. He has a large dragon tattoo going up his left arm and is never found without his katana or wakizashi swords favoring the longer katana.
Country of Origin: Seiikin

Powers: Kane is a master Samurai and is well trained in the art of Bushido but has also tapped into a spiritual power from his mysterious lineage that allows him to summon a dragon ancestral guardian as well as incorporate divine powers into his blade forms.

538 EE – Kaniko is Born

Emperor Please correct name if neededMunemori of the Seikin providence had been a strongly opposed of both the influence of either the Nova Religiosa or the Fae in the dealings with his kingdom which was no wonder when in the year 538 AE he had been absolutely furious to find that his daughter Hayami had been found miraculously with child. The Emperor's youngest daughter had been considered the fairest in all the Empire and while he had plenty of daughters left to bare him a grandson and heir the pregnancy of Hayami was especially odd. The empress had not had relations with any male and had only memories of pleasant dreams.

The Emperor afraid his daughter might be lying brought in the best of his truth seekers who were unable to pick up any lies. The sought out every guard, handmaiden and worker without turning up a trace of any foul play. The only indication of anything going on was the report of strange sounds late at night but no one had ever come in or out. The room she had slept in that month had been under its usual guard and unable to be accessed from any mundane means sitting high up on the Imperial Palace. The result was the Emperor blaming the Fae for somehow soiling his daughter justifying it with his prejudice feelings of trickery.

544 AE - Kaniko meets Heihachi Sho while being taught under harsh instructor Takeda Katataka

When the child was born the Emperor and Empress received him with love, but it was clear that there was some foreign lineage in his veins. As the boy grew it was clear that his hair was a bright white, almost translucent color and his eyes held a strange complexion to them almost seeming catlike. The boy grew strong with an eager personality and a curiosity for things he did not understand and grew in his abilities as a normal boy would learning to crawl, walk, then climb. In time however the other lineage within him began to manifest and a strange tattoo began to grow down his arm. At first Hayami tried to wash it off scrubbing at it vigorously every night. Various advisors had come in secret to examine it but prodding at it only upset the boy and when Kaniko got upset the tattoo began to glow and his eyes seemed to light up. Temper tantrums began to become major incidents as strange powers blasted his caretakers back lashing out without control or reason. The boy was quickly becoming feared among all who knew the family secret.

Every morning the royal family and the local Daimyos (Lords) would send their children to the inner gardens in the place to play with the other children and practice martial drills under the tutelage of the weapons master Takeda Katataka. Instructor had a reputation of both showing up late and letting the boys get into tussles without stepping in to intervene.

This led to many uncomfortable experiences for Kaniko. The difference in his appearance and the jealousy of his lineage lead many of the children to instigate trouble with him. This went from simple children’s mocking to finding ways to trip and embarrass him to the worst of all, teaming up against him in sparring matches. Kaniko was very physically capable but had no chance against the others. That was when his bond with Heihachi Sho, a fellow student who stepped up to his defense. Heihachi was known as a loose cannon. At first he seemed to cause more trouble than he prevented starting a fight the instant anyone sniffed the wrong way at Kaniko, but over time things balanced out and Kaniko was able to find enough sure footing to stick up for himself. Kaniko seemed to have a better understanding of the training that the two underwent and helped Heihachi to excel. A deep bond was formed between the two boys with Heihachi’s insubordination rubbing off on Kaniko and the latter’s discipline being passed in turn.

Instructor Katataka noticed the boy’s relationship and feeling that they complimented each other often gave them extra slack. This allowed the boys to find time to themselves every so often which they would often use to sneak out of the imperial estate. They created their own home away from the palace walls in a small grove near a lake cave. They would write messages to each other on the walls, have imaginary adventures and do all the things little boys do.

One morning after spending the previous day contemplating with each other what they would do once they grew older, they had an especially hard sparring session. It appeared that Instructor Katataka had come under the impression they had taken advantage of his leniency and had the boys fight through what he had named ‘the gauntlet’ in which the boys were to fight the other students until they fell.

This put Kaniko in a particular foul mood as he felt as though Heihachi was being punished for being his only friend. One by one the other students came. Knowing that Heihachi would protect Kaniko they went after the larger boy first all assaulting him at once. It was a brutal beating and it took way to long for Kaniko to fight his way through to defend his friend. When he was finally able to fend them off he found Heihachi crumpled in a ball on the ground. As the next wave of students came at him Kaniko began to fill with anger. The other students tried to assault him from all sides, disregarding their honor to hurt him from taking him unexpectedly from behind. As they piled on Kaniko’s eyes began to glow and his hidden tatoo began to surge. Suddenly he released a wave over energy outward throwing all the boys into bushes, garden ponds, and statues that decorated the garden. Some of them were in worse shape than others, but they were all terrified.

As Kaniko stood above his friend Heihachi breathing heavily he looked down to see his friend staring at him in horror.

550 AE – Kaniko is declared illegitimate and runs away
The Emperor did not take long to respond to the incident. He knew that despite his love for the boy he was forced t act now that his secret was out. Declaring that Kaniko was a bastard and not of the royal line he secured what he considered any poisoning of the royal line with 'Fae trickery' while still blaming the Fae for his grandson's birth. Kaniko only at age 12 when hearing this felt betrayed by both his grandfather and mother and ran away in hopes to find his father.

550 AE – Kaniko Begins Training with Bushido Master Miyamoto Musashi
In pain feeling betrayed by his grandfather and not knowing what it would mean for his future withing the palace Kaniko felt a sudden need to find sanctuary. He ran away and went straight to the Cherry Blossoms by the lake cave and found his secret hiding place. The drawings on the wall had all either been washed away or crossed out and now Kaniko felt lonelier than ever.
Quickly realizing he had no idea who is father was and where to look he felt loss with no options. The night quickly got cold and the boy found himself alone and afraid. It was there where he was found weeping by an older Bushido Master Miyamoto Musashi who decided to take the boy in and raise him in seclusion in the way of the Samurai. The new found discipline would allow him to gain control of both his swordsmanship and inherent lineage realizing that he could summon an ancestral guardian that lived within the tattoo on his arm and focus his 'outbursts' through channeling them through his blade.

Master Miyamoto Musashi had taken Kaniko far away from the Imperial palace to a remote location within Seiikin. Training in the hill tops of the mountains he learned the code of Bushido and how to be a true Samurai both inside and out. Kaniko took quickly to the art and the focus also gave him a way to channel his growing inherited ability. Soon the tattoo within his arm began to separate from him at will and he came face to face with an Ancestral Dragon Spirit. It was then that Kaiden had hoped to find the answers that troubled him, but the spirit proved to be no help at all explaining he was merely there to be his guardian. Kaniko took it to heart and gave the dragon spirit the name Gaiden, meaning guardian in his native tongue. Musashi accepted this but shortly after began taking Kaiden on excursions into the town to test his control.

555 AE – Kaniko Encounters Bandits
Life outside of the mountains was much different then Kaniko had remembered it. Living the sheltered life in the palace learning swordplay had merely been an activity to stay physically in shape. Master Musashi had taught him the serious of Bushido and the code of that he must follow as a Samurai but often Kaniko did not understand the need for such a thing. The visits out into the world had remedied him of that notion.

Mushashi most often preferred to travel by foot unless going long distances. He seemed to never be in a rush and when pushed he would often recite some proverb to Kaniko such as ‘ the deepest rivers flow slowly’ or ‘ In the struggle with stone and water, in time, the water wins. It was a clear message not to rush things and although poetic made them an easy target on the road. It was for that reason that Kaniko very quickly learned of the large insurgence of bandits throughout the empire.

Kaniko’s master used them as advanced practice dummies. The skill of the young warrior easily surpassed most of the brigands and if he was ever in trouble the old master could assist in a moment after feigning weakness. This led to many questions the young boy had about his father’s empire and why his soldiers were not protecting the people. This was a lesson that would come up again later in Kaniko’s life but was the beginning of his journey in becoming a Ronin.

557 AE – Kaniko comes across Heihachi and Oni
Before earning the title of Samurai from his master Kaniko was given one last trial. Master Musashi had heard rumors of trouble in southern Seikin that seemed to trouble him. The two warriors to the long journey southward to an area where there was much farmland and fields that often helped feed the people of Seikin. As they approached however, they noticed that many of the fields had been abandoned and that there was harvests that had not been picked by those that had planted them. Food rotted on the vine.

Once they made it to the town boarder, they realized that there was more trouble. As the walked into the street they noticed that the people had been pulled out of their houses and put on their knees along the road by a group of imperial soldiers. Up and down their ranks a soldier road on horseback shouting at the people. When Kaniko and Master Musashi approached they were quickly challenged by the man on horseback who turned out to be none other than Kaniko’s childhood friend Heihachi Sho. Heihachi was now known as Captain Sho and had risen through the ranks of the military after Kaniko had disappeared. Believing his friend to be dead Captain Sho was shocked at his appearance at first but quickly challenged him to stay out of Imperial business as he was no longer a member of the Imperial family.

It was then that Kaniko discovered the people of the town were short on their Imperial taxes and that Captain Sho had come to collect. Disregarding the road bandits that Kaniko had taken care of on the journey they were singularly focused on making an example out of the town. Kaniko managed to convince his friend to give him till sundown the next day to look into the matter. The crops had not been harvested and he promised the people could pay tribute if he could resolve whatever plagued them. Captain Sho granted him his requested and promised to come back by sundown the next day.

Soon after Kaniko spoke with the people and learned of the trouble they were facing. Explaining the information to Master Musashi he quickly learned that the stories lined up with his own fears. The creature was known as an Oni and was a monstrous fae like creature that was a foul mixture of beast and man with long teeth like tusks and glowing golden eyes. According to Musashi, the Oni curse was brought over from the old lands; whenever a human descended from those from the old Empire killed a member of their own family, they risked the curse's wrath. The creature was primitive but was immensely strong and had been wandering the local farmland looking for victims to slaughter and bring back to its lair.

Master Musashi explained that to truly protect the people and fulfill his obligation to the Bushido code Kaniko would need to be able to handle threats that seemed beyond him, things that were not human or that had been somehow cursed. The master explained that the trouble here signified a greater risk and that he needed find out more about the Fae that had created the Oni and sent Kaniko to take care of the Oni on his own as his final test.

Kaniko tracked the Oni to an abandoned tower it had been using as its lair. It was nightfall by the time he arrived, and the monster took advantage of its ability to conceal itself as if took Kaniko by surprise. The creature was strong and powerful and through the potential samurai around the tower with little effort. Kaniko however held his own but in the end found himself exhausted and pinned against the wall as the oni began to choke the live out of him. It was then that for the first time the tattoo on his arm lifted itself off and wrapped itself around the Oni’s neck strangling it in turn. This gave Kaniko the opportunity he needed to fight out of the creatures grasp roll away and remove its head.

Bringing the head back as proof he showed the people that the danger was taken care of and they were able to begin harvesting their crops once more. Kaniko then explained to Master Musashi what had happened. It was then that he gave him his first samurai sword and recognized him as a true Samurai warrior. Master Musashi explained that he had not only trained his grandfather, but also his father and that the sword given to him belonged to his great grandfather to be passed down to the one Musashi thought was worthy.

Musashi then explained that the tattoo must somehow be associated with the ancestral spirits and to truly find the answers he was looking for that he would need to visit areas of Spiritual significance where they vale between the spirits and the real world was more accessible. There he would need to meditate to find the answer he sought. Musashi had found a trail of the mystery Fae he needed to follow but directed Kaniko on a different path. The new Ronin was to venture north to an area where the costal ranges ended and rivers from the ocean came into a large lake. In that area there was a great mountain range that was said to reach for the heavens, it was there he would find his first site.

559 AE – Learns of Spirtual Sights and Meets Akari
Parting with his master, who had been a fatherly figure to Kaniko had been hard, but he knew it was time for him to make a new beginning and find the answers he was seeking. The first site was prolonged by the great journey to the northern part of the empire. Following the Bushido code Kaniko had stopped in any village that needed his help often rescuing the people from greedy or corrupt Daimyos or imperial soldiers as much as bandits. It had become clear that the empire was more concerned with keeping its coffers full than serving the people and Kaniko did his best to remedy that.

When he made it to the great mountain, he found an ancient temple that seemed to exist from the years when the Seiko empire was just being founded. Old statues of elders and ancestral creatues filled the entranceway until he came upon the dais where he sat and meditated. It was then that he heard Gaiden’s voice for the first time directing him to another site.

Gaiden sent him on a pilgrimage over the next year and a half going from one sacred site to another until he finally ended in a large forest in the southern empire. There had been rumor of an ancient site here that had a strong spiritual connection, but no one had ever been able to find it, a supposed city of gold protected by ancient spirits. Outside of the forest there was a small town where Kaniko met an elder who knew of the legends of the ancient city referred to as Gōrudenshiti, the Golden City. The elder’s name was Yamasato Hiro and she had a beautiful daughter by the name of Akari.

As Kaniko studied ancient texts and various clues provided by Yamasato he spends every other available minute he had with Akari. The two became very close to the point of being ambiguously amorous towards each other. When Kaniko finally determined how to get into Gōrudenshiti he took Akira with him so that she could witness its splendor. The two made their way into the forbidden city finding a city of pure wonder that somehow seemed older than even their people’s presence on the continent. Near a beautiful waterfall within the city Kaniko sat to meditate. It took him four days and four nights to create the final bond with Gaiden. Upon awakening he found that he had a knew awareness of the odd power that he had inherited within him, now able to channel them through his sword and causing it glow. Releasing his grip on the power at the right moment allowed him to ‘throw’ it at things through his blade.

That was not his only surprise upon waking. It has seemed that Akira had done her own exploring and discovered a vault room of great treasure. There was an irony with when he had managed to arrive for it was on the day, she had finally breached the final chamber. Within it Akira had found a great headdress and had been lured by its call to her. As Kaniko called out warning to her and tried to run to stop her she put the headdress on and in that very instant vanished in a wisp of smoke.
Kaiden searched the city for weeks but was unable to find any trace of her. Deciding it best not to take anything from Gōrudenshiti with him he left its borders stopping only to inform Akira’s mother of her unfortunate end. She of course blamed Kaniko and told him to never show his face to her again.

561 AE – Oisen O’ Tanaidehe and the trouble with Fae
Having formed his bond with Gaiden and wanting to move on from the unfortunate circumstances around Akira, Kaniko began to devote himself to his oath as a Ronin more directly. Wandering the lands of his grandfather’s empire he lived by the Bushido code. Remembering Heihachi’s hurtful comments about no longer being recognized as a member of the Munemori family he decided to drop his name once and for all. Taking up the name Kane and using only the word Ronin as his house he started to make a name for himself among the peasants of the empire.

It was at this time he would have his final encounter with his old friend.
When Kane approached the town of Jingsong it was purely by accident. The town had been located near the border of both Mississippi and Mexico. A recent gang of bandits had been making their way across the Mexico border in various towns and Kane had managed to clean them out. Now he was looking for a place to meditate before identifying where he was needed next. Those plans however changed when he noticed the large presence of imperial soldiers in town.

Making his way into the local tavern he realized that something must have been guiding his course of actions for standing in front of the bar was none other than Heihachi challenging the owner of the establishment. When Heihachi saw his old friend anger immediately filled his eyes, a reaction Kane had yet to understand. The soldier quickly explained that he was now general for his grandfather and was chasing down a rumor of the people in the town harboring a dangerous fae.

The growing season this year had not been good as most, something that many of the peasants would recognize as an omen of displeasure of the gods. Emperor Munemori however claimed the drought was not a natural phenomenon but a Fae trick and had sent his men hunting for a scapegoat. Years ago Kane would not have believed his grandfather capable of such a thing, but since being cast out he had come across just injustice from his grandfather’s hands it seemed a small leap.

Kane’s train of thought returned to the present as two guards came out of the backroom strong arming a short red haired man in worn out travelling clothes. As the pushed him into a chair General Sho looked at Kane with confidence.

"See what did I say.. they were harboring a Fae."

"You think that is a Fae?" Kane responded

"Well isn’t it obvious." The general repeated.

"Have ye even seen a Bloody fae?" The man asked clearly in an Irish accent. "What sorta fae do you think I blood well am?"

"Well… well… you’re obviously a leprechaun! " One of the guards chimed in.

"My arse… I’m not even wearin’ green! I wee bit over-sized for the small folk anyway."

"He must be a Brownie!" Another one said.

Kane couldn’t help but let go of a laugh he’d been holding.

"Hei… General Sho." He corrected himself straightening his face and trying to be respectful. "You truly cannot seriously consider this man a fae?"

The general stared daggers." Says the traitor Kane! What makes you think he is not?" the generals anger turned on the Irishman. "What is your name Fae?!" He demanded from the prisoner.

"Umm.. I be tellin ye I aint be no Fae but the name is Oisen O’ Tanaidehe and I just be passin t’rough. I don’t be meanin’ no trouble."

"Well.. after you ever met a Fae before?" Kane asked the general.

"Whats that have to do with it! The Fae are all tricksters and manipulators, they will do whatever they can to… don’t you Fae?!"

"What? Ye don’t even be knowin what yer lookin fer?! Ye takin’ the piss?" the man asked in exasperation.

"See he even talks like one! "The General responded.

"THAT is NOT a Fae." Kane repeated adamantly.

"I’ve had enough of you getting in the way of the Emperor Kane the Ronin!"

"I see you’ve made the connection with the new name. I am still your friend Heihachi, new name or old."

"Friend? You still think that I was your friend? You are a fool aren't you. Did you not see what I did to the cave? You’re no friend of mine you… freak! You’re just as bad as this fae. Wait… is he your father? Wouldn’t that be fitting for such a poor excuse for an heir?! "

"Don’t speak like that Heihachi, you stood by me when no one else would."

"Well I’d have been stupid not to, you were just my doorway to the Emperor. He responded And it worked quite well if I do say so myself. I knew he’d want someone keeping an eye on you and I was just the person to do it. Who do you think told him about the incident in the gardens? Me! I never was your friend I was your grandfathers eyes you pathetic mudblood."

Kane stayed within his inner clam taking calming breaths.

"So it appears you do lack honor after all. "

"How dare you challenge my honor!"

"My name is Kane the Ronin and I demand you let this man go and treat him with the respect and compassion he deserves. If you are such an honorable man general, I challenge you to a duel."

The Irishman looked around and called over to Kane. "Ye sure that be a good idea? Seems yer all about the honor and all dat but dey seem to ‘ave a lot of sharp tings ta be pokin ye wit!"

Kane just nodded.

"Fine, Ronin. I’ll finally rid your grandfather of you once and for all!"

The soldiers all filed outside creating a semicircle in the middle of the town square. As Kane stood ready to face his old friend the Irishman who had been brought out with his hands bound looked on as well. The General charged forward sword already at the ready and Kane quickly drew and parried. The Samurai seemed to be toying with the General as he measured him up.

"You never were one for technique."

"Oh shut it! "The General said as he continued to attack. Suddenly he backed off and stood still leaving Kane’s back to the Irishman and some of the soldiers. The general began to taunt Kane while a group of Imperial solders tried to sneak up behind him and take him from behind.

"Watch out tey be at yer back!" Oisen called out.

Just in time Kane lifted his left arm toward the approaching soldiers releasing Gaiden as his blade approached the neck of General Shoe.

"So you do lack courage after all. Gaiden it is time to feed on the honorless."

"But they’re so bony… hardly worth calling a snack, I suppose they will have to do. Gaiden said as he chased away the soldiers."

The general brought his blade up to try and strike Kane and in one movement the Samurai spun and cleaved off the generals head.

"Oooh… well dat wasn’t expected."

Kane held up his arm and Gaiden returned as he approached and cut Oisen’s bonds.

The revelation of Heihachi’s betrayal was unnerving to Kane, but he had lost his connection to his friend long ago and the bite wasn’t quite as bad as he had feared. Taking the generals life was probably the hardest part of what he had to do, but he was offered little choice. Still showing empathy for his old acquaintance he made sure to arrange for him to be sent to the palace for proper burial with a note to his grandfather explaining he knew the truth and to stop pinning his mistakes on the Fae.

The two introduced themselves and after dealing with the general headed back to the tavern where they made quick friends. They did not stick together for long though, it was clear Oisen couldn't stay in Seiiki for long and Kane had many travels ahead of him.

Enter KaneWriting Sample:

The quiet crunch of dirt under Kaniko's boot seemed to echo through the empty town as he stepped forward. It was quiet, too quiet a sign of the fear and suffering the troops of the Emperor had caused. As Kanikio walked toward the middle of the town he saw a man holding a knife to a woman's throat. Quietly walking forward he approached waiting for the man to look in his direction. When the time finally set his eyes on Kaniko he looked at him with disgust.

"This is none of your business. Go back inside!" he ordered.

"This is my business." Kaniko responded in his calm demeanor.

The man spat at is feet. "What do you want?! The girl is mine, just as the Emperor's edict says I can take her if I want."

"What do I want? Well that is simple." he answered. ""S"Gi, Integrity." he answered as he took a step forward.

"Rei, Respect. " he said as he took another.

"Yu, Courage." the ronan began to draw his katana.

"Meiyo, honor." the blade sung in the free air.

"Jin, Compassion." he continued to close the distance.

"Makoto, Honesty." he stated calmly.

"STOP RIGHT THERE OR I CUT HER THROAT!!" the man called out.

The katana began to glow with a bright white light. "Chu, Loyalty." he said as he swung the blade still some distance away.

A blast of radiant light was released from the blade as it crashed into the man causing him to drop his blade and fall to the ground unconscious.

Suddenly a group of troops jumped out on all sides of the samurai. In response he lifted up his other hand releasing his arm from its sleeve as the strange tattoo began to slither along his sleeve releasing itself from him and growing into a large spiritial dragon.

"Well that was a bit dramatic wasn't it." the creature asked as it lightly flew around his master.

"What I was putting on a show! What do you want me to do next time say 'come out come out wherever you are Gadian needs some lunch!" he laughed.

"I suppose your right... I did have a light breakfast." the spirit dragon replied.

There was a sudden war cry of the forces charging then within minutes, complete silence save for a crying woman. Kaniko called Gadian back to his sleeve as he approached.

"Fear not, you are safe now. Use the gold those thieves have left to restore the damages to your village." he comforted her as she rose. Then as quickly as he had approached without asking for reward he turned and walked toward the entrance to the town.

WhovianBeast · #4 05-02-2020, 03:29 PM

Name: Wyatt Danville, alias Spartan
Player: JaredSyn
Hero Points: 2 (6/1/2020)
Initiative: +8
Kind: Human
Physical description: 25 years old, black hair, green eyes, 5'11"" with a lean muscular build
Country of Origin: Mississippi

Powers: Flight, Physical Abilities (Enhanced lifting, Strength Based Damage, Regeneration, Speed), Protection, Enhanced Senses (Danger/Hearing/Sight)

Wyatt was born to Oscar Danville and his Wife Olivia. Oscar was well known in Mississippi being one of the council members. Wyatt had the best of everything while he was growing up his family being very wealthy and well respected. As such he had to do little in the way of chores or physical labor. His family having staff to attend to such things. Wyatt was the second born son his older brother Marcus 3 years older.

Wyatt's birth in itself was a bit of a miracle when his mother came down with a strange virus during her pregnancy leading to Wyatt being born several weeks early. His small body having to fight to survive. As he grew through his early years he was more frail and sickly than most kids his age and he often ended up sick and required to complete schooling at home.

That all changed though when he hit puberty, his body seemingly finally catching up. It was at that time that Wyatt noticed how his body was changing. He no longer got sick and even if he did he recovered extremely fast. As he grew through his teens he became a very strong and healthy young man. So much so he had to hold back when doing almost any physical type of activity. Finally able to handle physical sports and such he took to learning to box and fencing, his father hiring professionals to teach him.

Only when he was truly alone did he feel safe exploring his strength. Learning first that he could jump quite high and lift extreme amounts of weight. Not only that but he could do massive amounts of damage with his fists, and his body was extremely resistant to any form of damage at all.

When he graduated he moved away from home to his own house. His trust fund maturing he had no need to work instead be able to live the life of a socialite. That left him feeling unfulfilled though so he decided to use his new found abilities that he had been perfecting, including the ability to fly to help others. So many people had helped him when he was young he wanted to return the favor.

Wyatt also set up several different charities that he supported that helped children in need. Using his social contacts to help raise funds for those who were ill and less fortunate. Wyatt never learned why he was gifted with the abilities he has but he believes it has something to do with the illness which was never figured out that his mother was afflicted with while carrying him still.

Wyatt hated the majority of the social gatherings his parent's insisted he attend and play the proper son. The parties were long and painstakingly boring. People from various companies and social levels vying for the attention of his father.

As he moved to the bar to collect a scotch he leaned against the bar in his finery. Looking out over the crowd as an older gentlemen he recognized as a cotton merchant approach standing next to him. "Young Wyatt Danville as i live and breathe, well you have certainly grown up to be a strapping young man. Look at you the last time I saw you, you were still looking worse for wear. I see things have treated you well since then."

Smiling Wyatt looked to the man thinking trying to recall his name, but it eluded him, fortunately the bartender handed him his drink. The older gentleman seeing Wyatt did not recall him extended his hand to Wyatt. "Thomas Grainger, I'm not surprised you don't recall me, I only met your father once before many years ago. Don't fret young man I am certain you have more important things on your mind than a simple merchant such as me."

Smiling Wyatt shook his hand courteously. "Mr Grainger In fact I think I do recall you , it was some time ago though, your business is Cotton right?"

The older man smiled as he realized Wyatt recalled his business. "Yes Yes cotton and business is good, I am sure that is why I was able to attend this fine event. Please when you see your father next pass along my sincere gratitude for the invitation. I won't bother you I believe I see an old friend excuse me young man."

Wyatt smiled "Of course Mr Grainger I will pass it along, have please enjoy yourself."

As the man left Wyatt took a drink and seeing his opportunity slipped out heading down the hall to the room at his parents estate where he still slept when he stayed with them. Moving into his room eh closed the door and slipped out of his clothing and changing into his suit. He hated these parties and his parents would believe he had retired. Opening the window he leapt out and took to the sky once he made sure that no one was below.

Speeding off towards the city to make use of his god given abilities to do some actual good in the world.

WhovianBeast · #5 05-02-2020, 03:33 PM

Name: Annie Dane Charlotte Rambles, alias The Conquistador
Player: Drachenspirit
Hero Points: 1
Kind: Human

Physical description: Standing at 5'6" tall, and weighing around 148 lbs, she's got tanned skin and an athletic build. Her toned muscular physique is from working on her hobby of machine works, and her short cut sandy blonde hair is thus colored from spending a lot of time outdoors.

Country of Origin: Mississippi - Near the meeting borderlines of Kanata, New England, Appalachia, and MississippiRiviera

Powers: Tech Build w/ Twists (Energy/Machine Controller)

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Annie has always had a way with these newfangled things called machines. She's an inventor. She has come up with some unique things, but to date she hasn't created anything for anyone else. She has repaired lots of machinery, and always seems to know just what is wrong with any machine she touches; gifted is the term folks use when referring to her. Strangely enough, she's a bit of an eccentric, and the neat things she has created, she keeps to herself. Though she's been approached by lots of people, wealthy investors and business savvy people, to share the secrets of her inventions, or create them something similar, she hasn't shown any interest in this to date.
Annie was born and raised in Mississippi, not far from the border with Kanata. Her father was a traveling silversmith and actually owns a small mine. Her mother is a singer and entertainer who travels with her father, performing from city to city.
Once the couple realized that their daughter not only loved trains, but machinery in general, they settled down in a city in Mississippi. The quickly realized their young daughter was somewhat following in her father's footsteps, and was something of a tinkerer. Instead of putting a stop to what some would call silliness in this day and age, her parents fed their daughter's ingenious and curious nature. She could fix most any kind of device and troubleshoot most any kind of machine or mechanical workings. This didn't help her socially.
To this day, she's always dressed more functional that stylish,

creating a style all her own that just seems to add to her eccentric and odd reputation as some kind of genius inventor.

About a year ago, she had an idea when a few of her inventions helped her thwart a train robbery. She was traveling by train to go and test a fully enclosed helmet that she had invented to work underwater in a coal mine. She was quite certain it would work in any non breathable environment, but just wanted to be sure by testing it in the real world. She also had a long a new invention that she called, for lack of caring to think up a catchy name, Lightning Gloves.
When the would-be robbers tried to smoke out the guards car that led to the freight car where some gold was being carried, she donned her helmet, walked through the smoke, and quite literally shocked the thieves into submission.
The thrill from this was something she hadn't expected, but she knew she was hooked. She combined several of her inventions over the next couple of months to be contained in a suit that could do all kinds of fantastic things.
She stopped a bank robbery, took on a dozen fanatics that stole a Paddleboat, and even tracked down a cache of weapons stolen by a gang who were to sell them on the black market - fighting off several in the process.
When asked what she was called in her suited up fashion of fighting crime and injustice, she recalled stories she had been told by her father about their homeland. Tales of brave armored men who fought off the vampires so the people of their lands could escape so many centuries ago came to mind. And being told she was a descendant from one of those very men, she took the proud and almost forgotten name that they had called themselves and brought in back to life in her hero persona.
She is, "

The Conquistador."
Though it is clear that a woman is inside, only a few know who it is, and so far, her reputation hasn't caught up with the woman behind

the masked helm. All of this is thought to be not only incredible, but part of the genius of whoever is inside this suit. The secret is something only Annie knows, and it is something she is quite literally afraid to tell anyone. She fears that if people know, she'll be shunned at best, and hunted down and killed at worst. The secret is also the reason she can't share her inventions with anyone, or even sell any of them. So, she has to keep up the facade that she's just some genius and eccentric inventor who is tied up in their own thing and can't be bothered by others whims and wishes.

WhovianBeast · #6 05-02-2020, 03:36 PM

Name: Rachel (Rae) Vasquez, aka Arsenal
Player: PalladiaMors
Hero Points: 2 (6/22/2020)
Kind: Human
Country of Origin: Spanish Republic, now operating out of East Ecuador

Rachel was born in 539 AE to the leader of a band of mercenaries and an idealistic young woman who worked with the Spanish Republic law and helped funnel him information. When her mother died in childbirth Rachel was raised as the collective daughter of her father's band of mercenaries and outlaws. She learned to shoot not long after learning to walk and began picking up tricks of the trade not long after that. As her extended family traveled as part of their work her keen mind was taking notes on the places they went and the people they met. As she grew older her father would occasionally allow her to play the role of lookout but never wanted her to get close to any real danger. However that decision was taken out of his hands when his band was ambushed by members of the Serpiente Roja cartel in East Ecuador. Despite being caught in the middle of a firefight Rachel emerged unscathed, and injuries to her extended family were superficial. The assassins were professionals, there was no way their aim could be that bad, yet despite the heavy firepower they unleashed none of them managed to inflict anything more than a scrape.

It was not long after that Rachel discovered her unique ability - she could control metal with her mind. Levitate it, move it, and bend it to her will. She had always been an exceptional shot, but the trauma of the firefight and the instinctive need she felt to protect those close to her had triggered that power in full. The Serpiente Roja assassins missed because she was mentally deflecting their bullets. Use of her powers came second-nature to her, and she was able to seamlessly integrate them with her already formidable sharpshooting skills. Upon realizing what she could do her father took her on as a full-time member of his crew. After the ambush, triggered because her father's band of mercenaries captured a high-ranking member of the cartel and forcibly extradited him to authorities in the Spanish Republic, war broke out with the Serpiente Roja cartel. However the war was short lived thanks to her abilities. She could drop a target at a quarter mile, around cover, and never miss. Among the cartel she had the name Víbora, the Viper, even though none had ever seen her. There were just tales of a sharpshooter working with the Sons of Kukulkan mercenary company who could put a bullet through a hole no larger than a quarter.

Though the campaign was successful, many years of hard living had worn on the elder members of the company, and simple age brought most of them into retirement. Some of the others, including her father, didn't feel it was right to have Rachel effectively doing most of the work using her strange abilities, and the squad was officially disbanded in 558. Since then Rachel has struck out on her own as a bounty hunter working for law enforcement through Mexico, the Spanish Republic, West Ecuador, and East Ecuador, though she typically doesn't bring anyone in to East Ecauador, extricating people out of it instead. She's careful about what assignments she'll take on and for who, making it clear she's no assassin. Her targets have been the worst kinds of criminals who need to be brought to justice but are beyond the reach of typical law enforcement. Her powers are a secret, others believing she just has impecible aim and an infuriating ability to get behind cover or otherwise evade return fire. Lately though she has been feeling like she could be doing more. Bringing criminals to justice was all well and good, but given her abilities, it wasn't much of a challenge. The notice about retaking the old world has struck her interest though, that might be an area where someone who could flawlessly hit a target from a quarter mile out might be useful indeed. Her investigative and other skills wouldn't hurt either.

WhovianBeast · #7 05-02-2020, 03:39 PM

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Name: Violet Braithwaite, sometimes goes by Cliodhna (clee-na) O'Shea (OH-SHEE)
Player: UnderDarkLord
Hero Points:0 (5/6/2020)
Kind: Human

Physical description: Violet is a slightly shorter than average 28 year-old woman with short black hair, and bright blue eyes. She appears to wear black eyeshadow, but is in fact marked by magic which creates the look. Her hair is kept short, between cheek and shoulder length, and is usually worn loose, but it's tied back if she must attend to demanding work. She tends to wear more masculine clothing including trousers, vests, overcoats, and ties, especially when doing business. Elements of female fashion like puffed sleeves on her shirts, corsets, frills, and ribbons are what she wears around people she's more comfortable with, but only for the most formal occasion will she accept wearing a dress, as they are overly restrictive.

In public she tends to wear a severe expression, because the majority of her time in public is spent doing business. When not on business however she is often warm: smiling and laughing with family and among gentle society alike, or comforting the sick and their families when she finds the time to volunteer at the hospital (not to mention comforting the dead).

Country of Origin: New England

Backstory: Violet was born in 534 AE as the eldest child of the gentleman John Braithwaite and his wife Eabha (ey-va) Braithwaite née O'Shea, who went as Eve in polite society. Suffice to say her early childhood in a predominantly English community was filled with ridicule, and outright ostracism, for her half-Irish heritage. No matter that her mother was dark-haired, and hardly of pure Irish descent. Still, politeness is a virtue, and by the time Violet was 11 she didn't really have to suffer public ridicule over her mother's heritage anymore. Instead she suffered from gossip over how Violet was her mother's only child.

Due to her lack of siblings, or perhaps because of her father's lack of a male heir, Violet received plenty of attention from her father. From reading and writing lessons using Plato before she turned 6, to riding lessons at 8, and marksmanship since she was 11, Violet was taught to enjoy traditionally male pursuits. While she did spend time with her mother, their relationship was always a little strained by the differences between her warm mothering, and John's hands-on role modeling.

When she was on the cusp of her teenage years however, there was good news, her mother was pregnant again. During her 12th year Violet was granted the privilege of welcoming a pair of twins into the world. Better yet, they were fraternal, and one was a boy-child. The twins were named John and Jessica. And Violet's relationship with her father was never the same after they were born. When he wasn't throwing himself into his work, to 'craft his legacy', he was doting on the toddlers and already preparing a plan for his son's education. This was the golden age of his estate, which was collecting quality rents from highly-motivated tenants, but it was a grey age for Violet. Once she had lived with the certainty of being her father's heir, and imagined a life in business for herself; now her father discussed good marriages for her at the dinner table, and spent his evenings alone in his study. Violet eventually spent a lot of her time volunteering in the community, and was considering pursuing nursing as a career.

Violet's life was shaken up once again when only days after her 18th birthday her father collapsed from a stroke. He lingered on for months, but eventually died in his sleep. Violet worked hard to have herself named warden of her father's estate, to take care of it until her brother came of age, and was successful. She started dressing in men's clothes, and stayed up late into the night taking care of every detail of her family's business interests. Surprisingly Violet became closer to her mother at this point than ever before, finding her a miracle worker for de-stressing when she found the weight of her newfound responsibilities pressing a little too hard.

While she spent time with her siblings, Violet was always much closer to Jessica than John. While more traditionally feminine than Violet, Jessica inherited the warm and caring nature of their mother, while John developed a rebellious mindset after their father died. John picked fights, and even got thrown out of a prestigious boarding school, but at least he had the decency to feel bad about how he was making problems for his mother, and for Violet.

While Violet was trying to pick up the pieces left behind by her father, and made worse by her brother's acting out, her fate shifted in a way she could never have predicted. At 25, still finding the occasional day to volunteer at the local hospital, she started hearing the voices of the dead. Then seeing them. Then they started getting in her way, sometimes even seeking her out. It wasn't long before she told her mother, who rather than acting horrified, or frightened for her daughter's sanity, calmly told her a story about the old lands. Before the Crusades. Before Dracula, and the exodus. A time when magic was plentiful in the countryside and hidden corners of the world. Eabha explained that in many cultures there were tales of gods and spirits who guided the dead to their restful slumber. Mercury, Valkyrie, the Grim Reaper. But among the old Irish families, it was the banshee. Eabha explained that while much about banshees was pure myth, the fact was that they were mortal women descended down specific bloodlines who could console the dead directly. Console the dead, and put an end to abominations when necessary. The only explanation for Violet's experiences was that she had inherited the role of banshee for her people.

Ever since that day Violet has worked to understand her abilities, and use them responsibly. She has spent many nights comforting spirits, and has been more exhausted than ever. She even took an Irish pseudonym to help her make inroads among the local Irish community, who were surprisingly welcoming despite her actual identity being common knowledge.

Unfortunately her days of managing the family lands by day, and helping spirits at night has come to an end. Her brother John, 16, left a note one night explaining that he was leaving the family heritage in Violet's good hands, and going to seek fame and fortune, pursuing the announcement to return to the old world and free it from vampiric tyranny. Unable to let her brother risk so much, and break their mother's heart, Violet has set out in pursuit of him. She left a trusted staff member in charge at home, with her mother to act as his guide post. Intending to leave behind Jessica as well, Violet now has her as a traveling companion instead, half-convinced by her younger sister's words, and half-convinced by the dogged effort she showed in following Violet against explicit instructions. Violet will bring her brother back home, and maybe calm a few of the restless dead along the way. They've become so much more common in recent years after all.

WhovianBeast · #8 05-02-2020, 03:41 PM

Name: Darsus Freedman, the Vampire Hunter
Player: AlphaZ
Hero Points: 1
Kind: Human
Physical description: Black hair, light brown skin, 5'7", lean, dressed in leathers under plated steel
Country of Origin: the Iron Empire (just south of what used to be Turkey)

Initiative: +7

Powers: Enhanced senses, magic bow, exotic training (defenses and skills)

Backstory:

Darsus was born of the Freedman family under the crushing heel of the Iron Empire. Normally there is no better fate for children there than that of their mothers and fathers. However, his own parents found a tiny sliver of hope in a mysterious patron that claimed to follow Nova Religiosa and carried weapons and holy implements. He offered to take the child and raise him for a better life, one with its own dangers, but also with purpose where others are left with futility; A life lived for the good of all mankind.

Hardly four years old when he was taken in by Master Shem, the memory of his family and home before soon slipped away from Darsus and he was left only with the life of a Hunter. Together they traveled, worked, and trained, always hiding, always in secret. Master Shem was learned in the ways of magic, and though Nova Religiosa generally forbids its practice, Hunters of The Order have a tendency to bend the rules. In fact, one of the many secrets of The Order is the practice of rune crafting, a means by which to empower their weapons and create their signature badge, known as Vizram's Mark.

Darsus was 14 when he began crafting his own Mark, now a full decade spent on the Hunt with Master Shem. He'd never fought a monster himself, neither vampire nor fae, but rather was given books to study while Master Shem disappeared for hours or days at a time. Sometimes he returned barely alive, but always he returned. Until he didn't.

For three long years Darsus stayed in hiding, honing the craft he'd been taught and searching for rumors of Master Shem's final whereabouts. Finally he happened upon a small band of Hunters taking shelter in a ruined church, marked with the rune of Vizram. For almost a year they traveled and Hunted together, all the while sharing with him tales of his lost Master and Hunts of times past. But Hunters usually hunt alone and for good reason: eventually someone attracts attention.

The small company was disbanded and at least two of them were slain. Darsus never heard from the others again. But so goes the life of a Hunter, blessed with neither community nor safety. After hunting for another 5 years across Europe, mostly by himself, Darsus had finally had enough. Hunters aren't supposed to retire, and perhaps he would return to it someday, but he set his mind to cross the sea and live a life free of monsters for a while. In the New World it was said that the fae were kind and the vampires nowhere to be found. After almost two decades of studying and blood, Darsus sought to try his hand at something else.

WhovianBeast · #9 05-03-2020, 06:29 PM

Name: Druscilla van Halah

Current alias: Grace Johnson

Player: Moonzar

Hero Points: 3 (7/3/2020)

Kind: Vampire (Fey before turning)

Age: 600+

Year of birth: 1385 AD
Turned into a vampire: 1490 AD

Physical description: A young beauty in her prime, with an hourglass figure, a generous bust, and stunning purple eyes. Her short dark purple hair contrast with her pale milky skin. She embodies Fey's beauty and enthralling Vampire sensuality. Druscilla stands short at 5'4 and 120 pounds.

Personality: Patient and Calculating, she doesn't take unnecessary risks having all the time in the world to fulfill her goals. She envies living things that can die, love and enjoy all aspects of life.

Country of Origin: Transylvania, relocated to New England (New London).

Arbiter: Loki

Powers: Illusion, Mind Control and other Vampire-like abilities will be her thing.

EquipmentsMonkey statuette

Backstory & Writing Sample

Druscilla van Halah

Titania is the Fey queen as long humanity can remember. She had many children, Druscilla been one of them. Standing out among her siblings with her divine beauty, she was an exceptional Fey. When Druscella first learned about human civilizations that existed beyond the Macedonian forests, her curiosity had the best of her. She began exploring the human world. A few humans had the privilege to see her true self and the Princess' name became part of legends and songs written by minstrels. Most humans didn't believe her existence to be true, but she became a popular human folklore character.

Exploring Macedonia and what would eventually become Turkey disguised as a blonde maiden, she made countless discoveries. Her favourite mortal city was Constantinople. She visited the city often, and her life took a dramatic turn when in 1453 AD the Ottoman captured the town with her inside. Druscilla got wounded by a cannon explosion, A young Ottoman military genius named Sehzade saved her life and took great care of her. They fell madly in love, and she revealed her true identity to her lover. Titania forbade her relationship with a human, but the princess just had it her way, and she was at Sehzade's side for almost three decades.

Around 1480 AD Vlad the impaler, came back from his eastern campaign and slaughtered the Ottoman empire. It lasted for three years until Titania betrayed the Sultan and offered his head to the Vampire Lord Dracula. Sehzade died during the campaign against the vampires, Druscilla fell into great sorrow and didn't speak until she met him again. The former Ottoman general was indeed dead, turned into a vampire by Dracula himself. He became a loyal general in the dark lord army. Sehzade was growing old and sick while Druscilla didn't age one bit. Dracula's promises of eternal life and becoming the Sultan of Istanbul in exchange for his service as a military genius was just too good to pass up.

At first, Druscilla was terrified that her soulmate became an undead, but she came to accept it and went to live with him in Istanbul. Reunited, they were happy for some time, but she was always looked down upon by the other vampires' nobles, barely having the status of a consort. In 1490 AD the social pressure was too much and she accepted to join her destiny with Sehzade forever and be turned into a vampire by him. Shortly after, she became Queen of Istanbul for some time. It helped a lot, yet as her influence grew stronger, she started to bother a lot of people in Dracula's circle. Vampire ladies, in particular, were jealous of her beauty and growing political power. Twice she almost got assassinated, and increasing threats from someone named "N" forced her to retire from Dracula's court. General Sehzade couldn't stop the assassination attempts at the source and decided to send his beloved into exile against her will to the New World.

In 1491 AD, during the grand human exile, Druscilla travelled on the last ship toward the new world with a group of guardians loyal to Sehzade. Arriving in new-England, the young colony that would become New London had little to offer, still heartbroken and devastated she decided to hibernate in a coffin under a church. Over the centuries, her guardians disappeared one by one and knowledge of Druscilla's location was forgotten. Five hundred years later, she was awakened in 412 AE by a group of misguided tomb raiders trying to loot the church. Instead of gold, they found a sleeping goddess in the catacombs.

Civilization has flourished a lot, and it took time for Druscilla to adjust to the wonders and technologies the mortals developed during her slumber. The city of New London became a wonder and the vampire princess' home. Discovering new pleasure such as plenty of prey, the companionship of men, arts, music and culture, she decided to integrate this society. With her divine charms, she didn't lose time to find one of the most wealthy men in town to teach her the rope of this new world and provide her with security. His name was Jonathan Robinson, she accepted to marry him to keep the appearances in this conservative patriarchal society. Blending in as a human, she inherited a large amount of wealth when her husband passed away.

After Jonathan's death, city folks noticed that she was around for decades, never getting sick, not growing old. It was suspicious, in particular in a state famous for burning witches. Druscilla didn't want to leave the city and decided to begin a grand masquerade. Simulating her death every generation or so with a corpse. Changing names and appearances, she got married several times and accumulated enormous fortunes in New-England. The Vampire princess was content with her life with the humans, hidden from monsters and vampires, feeding on evil men and leaving the innocents alone. She had no evil desire such as pursuing power and dominate vast lands. New London was more than enough for her.

Druscilla took a habit of relocating and changing her identity a few years after each husband's death. A new name, dealing with the paperwork, bribing, organizing her assets and taking care of any loose ends is troublesome. Her existence would be simpler if she relocates to a property in the countryside and cut ties with society, yet she enjoys mortals company too much to isolate herself. Another reason is that she feels attached to the citizens of New London and intervene when other supernatural beings or murderers are causing troubles in the city. Despite her best efforts, a few innocents saw her in action. It's now a common story that New London has an angel fey of unspeakable beauty that is punishing the wicked at night.

The Vampire princess didn't forget general Sehzade, she felt him in her dreams occasionally, knowing that he's still around. Missing him much, but angry that he forced her into exile. Regardless it would be suicide to go back to Europe after seeing at first hand the horrors of the Iron Empire. It's also most likely that Dracula's court didn't forget about her desertion.

Life in New London - 562 AE (Current days)

Grace Johnson - Druscilla's alias

The vampire's latest mansion is impressive. Even so, her house doesn't stand out as the largest in town. The matriarch didn't see the point of having a massive residence just for herself and show off like other wealthy families in the city. As far as New London citizens are concerned, Druscilla is currently known as Grace Johnson, a single aristocrat that arrived in town a few weeks ago from the Appalachia region.

Princess Druscilla only has a lot of employees, but only a few are staying permanently in the mansion. Walter Weston the butler, his nephew Albert Weston and her maids Elizabeth and Mary. The vampire's butler is working for her since two identities now. Druscilla saved Walter's life and since then, he has been genuinely loyal to his immortal mistress. The venerable man doesn't know she is a vampire, thinking Druscilla is an immortal white witch protecting the city. Walter hired his nephew Albert recently as a carriage driver and handyman, the young man is clueless about Druscilla's true nature. The maids don't know anything about their employer's either, utterly grateful to be employed by a rich lady for twice the normal wage. Druscilla is cunning and carefully looked into her servants' motives using her enthralling powers.

Druscilla's peaceful existence and hunt for her new husband is interrupted by unforeseen events that put her on a path to become an Arbiter's champion.

Writing SampleIn a cold night of winter, a stunning beauty with a timeless face is sitting by the bed of a dying man. - " Eternity is a long time to spend alone, without others to share it. You have been a good companion Christoph. Thank you very much. " Druscilla was tempted before to give the eternal gift to a husband, but again this one wasn't formidable enough to go against her beliefs that life is precious and should follow his usual course. Christoph had a good life; he never dreamed of marrying such a beautiful and capable woman who didn't age one bit in the decades they shared. He didn't know her secrets and didn't care, dying a happy man and giving her up more millions.

WhovianBeast · #10 05-03-2020, 06:33 PM

Name: Emet Clay

Player: Phasmus

Hero Points: 2 (6/1/2020)

Type: Construct

Age: ???

Country of Origin: ???
Physical description: Emet is a human-shaped magical construct, built from inorganic materials and given life through the application of powerful magics. He is comprised of an ornately inlaid metal casing riveted into place around the mysterious internal mechanisms that provide his animation. Unlike the rest of his finely crafted body his face-plate is a simple, curved metal sheet with plain round holes to accommodate the softly glowing crystalline structures that pass for his eyes. The difference in workmanship between his face and the rest of him suggests a slapdash repair at some point in his past. He stands just under six feet tall with a gaunt build that belies his high weight. He typically wears formal but concealing attire, making him difficult to identify on those occasions when he lets himself be seen.

Powers: As a construct, Emet is not subject to many of the needs or frailties of human biology. He is able to vanish and walk unseen among the masses of (potentially) criminal humans. His mind and senses are tuned to the task of identifying and tracking lawbreakers, including a supernatural comprehension of all languages. His hands are capable of producing a powerful and dangerous electrical shock.

Personality: Emet is very focused on what he considers his inbuilt purpose: the enactment of justice. However he is not emotionless or mechanical in his demeanor. He is sincerely disturbed by the suffering experienced by the victims of crime, and he considers most suffering to be the result of one crime or another. His frustration with humanity's tendency to deviate from the law is often expressed with bitterness and sarcasm. His lack of memory causes him very little concern overall, but he imagines that he must have come from a place with a more sensible legal system.

Because he is unable to lie Emet tends to speak very carefully. He avoids making concrete statements except in areas where he is very certain. He understands and uses figures of speech freely, but never risks ambiguity with them.

Emet generally obeys the letter and spirit of the law to the best of his ability, except where doing so conflicts with his innate moral sensibilities or hinders his efforts to enact justice himself. His respect for the privacy of others is vestigial at best. He has no compunctions about stalking and striking up conversations with complete strangers or lurking in private residences to interrogate potential witnesses. He is gradually learning to temper such direct approaches to achieve better results.

Emet didn’t get bored easily, but it was starting to happen now. He was sure he had the right office but its owner wasn’t keeping regular hours. He already knew everything that went on here. How many people had been hurt. How much money they’d given over to avoid being hurt worse. The names of the perpetrators, the names of the victims. He just needed to collect something a bit more concrete to get the wheels of justice moving. So he stood in the corner, feeling like another piece of furniture, waiting.

Eventually the man, the criminal, Mr. Lanzoni walked into his office. He was older and a bit pudgy. He didn’t look like the type to organize an extortion racket. But expecting people to ‘look the type’ was why juries needed so much evidence. He didn’t see Emet. Nobody would have. He sat down, took a bundle of bills from his most recent ‘charity drive’ out of his pocket and leaned over to unlock the cash box under his desk.

Emet moved forward silently and placed his hand on the back of Mr. Lanzoni’s neck. There was a bright spark at the point of contact and the smell of ozone filled the air. The extortionist began twitching uncontrollably as Emet shoved his face down to the desktop.

“Hi. I’ll be taking your ‘charity money’, your notebooks, keys to locker #54 on Yacht Street...” Emet’s tone was polite and matter-of-fact as he placed the various items into the pockets of his voluminous coat. He reached into the cash box and pulled out an antique silver pocket watch as he continued, “...and Mr. Armstrong’s watch over to the DA’s office later today. If he declines to prosecute you and your goons again I will have to take a more active role in the situation.”

Emet leaned in close so the metallic clicking that underlaid his voice was clearly audible to the spasming criminal. “That means I will, if necessary, do to you what you did to Mr. Armstrong. Do you understand?”

Mr. Lanzoni groaned, on the verge of passing out.

“Good enough. Keep your nose clean.”

Emet removed his hand and vanished into the hallway.

He didn’t like making threats like that. It felt perilously close to lying. But there was enough wiggle room, after all poor Mr. Armstrong had been through, that he wouldn’t have to murder anyone if it came down to it. It was never as easy to get into an office the second time around, so better to get the message across the first time if he could.

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WhovianBeast · #11 05-04-2020, 07:04 PM

Name: Cecilia Fraejadar
Kind: Fae (Sylph)
Physical Description: Cecilia is rather small and petite, looking almost fragile. Standing at 4'9", she is a short Sylph, shorter than most humans and other fae. Her heritage isn't exactly easy to hide, either - besides her incredible beauty compared to humans, she has long, pointed ears, and two feathery wings on her back that make for a fashionable cloak when she is not flying and mark her Sylph heritage. Her eyes also shimmer in multiple different colors, drifting from soft blue and turquoise into red randomly.
Country of Origin: Amazonia

Powers: Season's Blessing. Cecilia's connection to nature grants her different magic from that usual for the Fae, as she is capable of wielding elemental powers based on the four seasons.

Backstory:

The great fae king Oberon has always been the model of fae values - so it comes as little surprise that he has had quite a few kids even before the exodus. One of the last, if not even the last, was Cecilia, the result of a tryst with a Sylph. Though to call her born before the escape from the old world isn't necessarily correct either - she was born during it, right as their ships left the old world and abandoned it to the ever growing threat of Dracula's minions and their own treacherous cousins.

This of course means that Cecilia doesn't remember the old world. What she does remember though was dealing with the new one when they arrived. Indigenous humans weren't the only ones found already in place, and the native fae now had new neighbors. In the tumultuous early settlement stage, the young Cecilia was among those that would eventually become King Oberon's court in what they'd later call the country of Amazonia.

Of course, quite a few humans were not happy with their fellow fae refugees. They saw them all as traitors, and such tensions did turn violent on occasion. Being able to literally fly away from danger became a favored thing for young Cecilia to do - so much so that she more than once riled up the ego and minds of humans to try attacking her, only for her to flee easily. This did not exactly endear her to them, of course. But everyone had to pull their weight in some way, among the fae as well.

And that was when Cecilia's gift fully manifested herself. Like nearly all of her kind, she had the ability to use magic granted by nature - but hers was granted to her directly by the seasons themselves. Throughout her sixteenth year, she developed a new set of minor abilities in each season - that spring, she summoned water. In summer, a blast of flame dispersed an unruly rabid crowd of animals. Come autumn, her ability purified blighted soil, and in winter, she hid herself and other fae from vengeful humans that did not appreciate her latest prank.

At first, her powers were weak - but that didn't remain for long. Quickly, her magic showed itself far more destructive than much ordinary Fae magic, and a weakness manifested from them in turn. The seasons flooded into her mind as well, changing her personality depending on the time of year - while still the same sylph in theory, each season brought another trait of hers to be the most prominent.

But sadly, even with the season's blessing, Cecilia never managed to stand out among the other Fae. While she had a half-royal heritage, it sometimes seemed like half of court could boast of that fact. She was a sylph, a rare kind - but the rare kinds flocked around the king. Cecilia used her magics to simply do what most Fae now did - making sure that their human allies didn't starve in harsh winters.

And so, the years continued to pass, the seasons and Cecilia continued to change in sequence, and quickly, monotony set in. Monotony that lasted for years, decades - and eventually, centuries. Romance, travels, all those rarely managed to entice Cecilia for long, and she soon found herself wondering if she'd go insane from boredom alone eventually and just fly to the highest mountain to jump off of it.

Before letting it come to that, she once more packed what little she wished to take, and left her home. Either this time she'd find a way to return to Oberon's court with something that would prove herself as someone noble, brave and deserving the immense respect she felt owed, or she wouldn't return at all.

After all, there was a recruitment drive to get over to the Old World and take it back. What better way to prove her own superiority, than to return to ancestral homes she didn't know, and take Titania's head back to the new world as proof? So decided the winter-self. Spring might also be alright with proving oneself by "simply" freeing the Old World.

Cecilia hadn't seen a night as dark as this one in quite some time. Darker than one spent under the cover of rain-forests on a new moon, in fact. Yet she was surrounded by buildings, not trees. Almost subconsciously, she walked a bit faster along her route towards the hotel she planned to stay at. If only her carriage hadn't been late to her train... But that was all it took for her to arrive now instead of six hours earlier. The hood of her shirt kept her face enshrouded further, and the long cloak she was seemingly wearing fluttered slightly in the incredibly cool breeze.

A hiss. Only from instinct, Cecilia avoided to the side, as something nearly grabbed her. Peeling out of the shadows, as if it had been melded into it... An incredibly pale man, almost looking sickly, with blood-shot eyes and a wild stare. She'd have taken him for a random drunk, if not for the attack - and if not for the sharp fangs in his mouth. Backing off another half-step, the creature in front of her followed... Even as she turned and started to run, she could hear the creature after her.

Suddenly it was in front of her again, leaping out of the shadows once more, driving her away from the main road and into an even darker alley, one that seemed to also swallow all sound. The monstrosity's claws barely missed her, but snatched away her hood. Stumbling against the far wall of the dead end, Cecilia turned back towards the creature. Her own pale face reflected what little light there was, but on her face was no fear. No, it was... bemusement. The cold wind picked back up, fluttering through her short dress which revealed far more than most humans deemed proper. Her long, flowing red and orange hair even had a faint hint of color in this utter darkness around them, and did little to hide her long, pointed ears standing off to the sides.

"So you took the bait. Perfect. I need to make sure this'll work before I go kick your cousins out of my ancestral home." The monster's face showed a faint hint of confusion as Cecilia's cloak unfurled into two wings, and she flung forward her right hand. A flash of bright red and orange, and a tongue of flame shot out towards the vampire that had thus far managed to not run afoul of any other victim capable of defending themselves.

As she stepped over the carcass burning to ash, Cecilia continued on her path with a satisfied expression on her face. Winter was almost over, but before it went, its ruthlessness had served her well. But she'd face far worse than one blood-starved monster that was hiding itself like the vermin it truly was. Dracula and his servants would be far more dangerous... As people began peering out of windows lighting up from candles and lanterns at the flash of fire outside, a single movement of her wings brought Cecilia up into the air to continue the rest of her path undisturbed by questions.

WhovianBeast · #12 05-07-2020, 05:02 PM

Elena

Name: Elena Severnaya

Kind: Human

Age: 24

Physical description: Elena is powerful woman and looks like one. Standing at 5'11" she has a sturdy build, a buxom chest and muscular physique. Her dark brown hair is just past her shoulders and occasionally worn in a single braid though often left free. Elena almost entirely dresses in functional or military clothing.

Personality: Elena is typically reserved and quiet, only saying the things that need to be said and leaving it at that. If something needs to be said, she is the type to speak up. Elena is slow to anger and equally slow to calm, when fully enraged (which thankfully has happened very little) is quite a sight to behold and tough to dissuade. She is ambitious and headstrong, often frustrated when others are slow to act or accept her reasoning. With those to whom she is familiar, Elena can be plenty jovial and boisterous with, but those people are few and far apart.

Country of Origin: Nadensk

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