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[Raijinslayer]

Yakushi Tsume
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Full Name
Yakushi Ryuuga Tsume

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Gender
Female

Age
12
Rank
Genin

Nature
Fire
Parents
-Ryuuga Jin, 45-50, Criminal, Head of the Hi no Meichi
-Haruno Suisen,,Former Hostage,
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Characterization

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Appearance
Tsume is tall for her age, as well as a bit more 'developed' as well, due to the fact that Ryuuga seem to mature somewhat faster than most other people, so while she 12 years of age, her body is closer to the 13/14 mark. She often wears loose, form-fitting clothes if she can help it, liking the option of being able to fight in whatever she's currently wearing at any moment. As for looks, she's been told on occasion that, when she's not trying to pick fights or cause trouble, she looks rather pretty, though in truth she doesn't really care much for her looks at the moment.
Personality
Tsume is about as stubborn and confrontational as they come despite, or perhaps because, of her weak body. While most would think that she'd try to stay low and keep from getting into tricky or stressful situations, she constantly puts herself into the business of others, attacking bullies and challenging stronger students in class whenever she can. Despite her need for medications an treatments, she remains about as cheerful as possible about life, being an optimist at heart that is convinced that everything works out in the end, no matter how rough things seem at the moment.

Despite her cheery, if brash, personality, few people can hold quite as much of a grudge as she can. Even if the offense is small, she'll likely hold it against the person in question for quite sometime before she let's it go, if she ever lets it go. It's often best not to cross her, cause while her body restricts her ability to fight, she has a devious mind and often pulls pranks and tricks on those who've managed to upset her in some way.
Personal History
Tsume was, in plain terms, a mistake and embarrassment to her clan. Born with a weak body, she would've been left to die in some field per the Ryuuga custom if not for the pride of her father and current head of the clan, Jin, who refused to believe that his progeny could be anything less than perfect. Still, even he couldn't ignore her weakness forever, and around the time when she was six years old, the child was dropped off at a random road by Jin himself with the hope that either her sickness or the wilderness would end her before she became any more of an embarrassment to their clan.

For days, the child wandered that road, growing progressively weaker as the lack of food and the harshness of the elements only worsened her condition, until she finally collapsed on the side of the road, feeling little but the cold embrace of the void. However,it was not death which found her that day, but a kind stranger who had happened upon her during his travel between village. Unable to leave her in that state, alone and abandoned in the middle of the wilderness. As the two of them traveled, heading for the man's home in order to find someone to care for her, Tsume would come to view him the same way one would view an angel, thinking on him as her greatest savior. Not only did he save her life that day and take the time to get her to a new place she could call home, but upon discovering her sickness(which she had tried to hide from him at first, lest it caused him to abandon her as well) he actually took the time to form a special medicine just for her in order to abate her affliction.​

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Chakra Control​

Unlike most Ryuuga of the fire element, Tsume possess very good chakra control, and if she applied herself in the field, would probably grow into a fine medic-nin. As it is, though, this enables her to be very precise and careful with how she uses her chakra, to make sure she doesn't use more than is needed, and thus, keeps her fighting longer before she blows through her reserves.

Ryuuga Affinity(Fire)
Tsume, as a member of the Ryuuga family, is born with a very strong connection to her elemental affinity of fire, thus making her fire jutsu's that much stronger and more efficient as nature manipulation comes to a Ryuuga as easy as breathing, it's something they can all do with little effort. However, due to her connection to fire being so strong that it even affects her chakra, and thus, other non-elemental techniques(to a certain degree) that she is literally incapable of using any other elemental jutsus.

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S Rank
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A Rank
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B Rank
N / A

C Rank
Exploding Flame Shot
D Rank
Leaf Gale
E Rank
Academy Techniques​

 

[Raijinslayer]

Uzumaki Kiyoshi
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"Please. . . don't bother me. I'm trying to work on something."​

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Full Name
Uzumaki Kiyoshi

Alias

Gender
Male

Age
12

Rank
Genin

Nature
Wind

Parents
- Senju Midori, 39
- Uzumaki Yoshito,
-Uzumaki Homura, 6​

Characterization

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Appearance
The first thing you'll notice about Kiyoshi is that he's rather short of this age, coming in at around 4'6, with dispassionate violet eyes and and relatively short spiky red hair. He often dresses in loose-fitting clothes that don't take much effort to put on or take-off, made of much cheaper fabrics then you would expect for one of his bearing. Most would consider him to be rather unkempt, with splotches of sealing ink covering a great deal of his clothing being a signature sign of his near manic desire to study Fuinjutsu, often leading to a disregard for some of the finer parts of personal grooming. He also often carries with him a bag-filled with numerous texts on the subjects of Fuinjutsu, Chakra Theory, various Ninjutsu scrolls, and other such things that he spends time studying for use in his Fuinjutsu experiments, as well as his specially-made kit for his Fuinjutsu work, including several different types of ink and many different sized brushes made for a variety of strokes.
Personality
To most people, Kiyoshi could be best described as distant. His interactions with other students if often minimal, as he's always in his own world during break periods, surrounded by many notebooks upon notebooks about complex Fuinjutsu theory. When people do talk to him, they can find him to be rather curt and to the point in response, assuming he even deems a response needed. He never speaks in overtly rude tones, but one can tell that he's polite only due to his upbringing and not any really care for whether or not his words upset others.

To those who know him closely, however, they know that what keeps Kiyoshi from interacting with people isn't fear or even shyness, it's simply that he doesn't care to talk to most people. This is due in part because he finds it hard to find common interests with others his age as the interest he does have tend to go way over the heads of most classmates he tries explains it too. But another part of his distance from most others comes from the fact that he still has yet to really recover from the trauma of the Night of Crimson Tides. He still often has nightmares about it, and has become paranoid about the people he cares about dying in front of him. To prevent that is the reason he even decided to become a shinobi in the first place, to protect those he still has left. But he knows the type of profession that the life of a shinobi entails, and thus has convinced himself that by keeping his emotional distance from those he might be teamed with, then if they do end up dying one day, he won't be connected enough to care about them.
Personal History
Kiyoshi's early life, before the blood and horror that brought the end to so many of his kin, was one lived within the halls of the main clan compound, never quite enjoying the pursuits that other young children pursued at his age. Ever since he could walk, it was easy to notice that he was different then other children. Where others were loud and demanding, he was quiet and contemplative, always watching those around him with an eerie comprehension, an intelligence far beyond his years hiding behind those eyes.

When he started his schooling within the clan, however, was when the truest extent of his gifted mind was shown, as he quickly picked up on how to write, followed shortly by speech and reading, his mind able to form rather complex chains of thought for one of his age. Around the age of 6, however, is when his talents emerged, as he found himself reading a book on the subject one day. After only about a few weeks of study, he began to draw several perfect recreations of the simple seals within that, when tested, worked flawlessly in their deigned functions. While Uzumaki are known for their talent in the sealing arts, the elders knew that Kiyoshi was more than just talented, and were quickly writing up plans for the boy to receive private tutors so as to better harness and develop his growing intellect. Unfortunately, the chance to do so never came for soon afterwards, the Night of Bloody Tides occurred, filling the halls of the Uzushiogakure red with the blood of Kiyoshi's clan members.

That night, Kiyoshi saw many of his clansmen cut down before his eyes, including both his father and brother. As the day dawned and the shinobi were driven of, Kiyoshi felt a swell of emotion fill him as his mother clung to him, as if his veins had been filled with lead. For months after the event, Kiyoshi had nightmares of that night, each time feeling nothing but helplessness as he sat by and watched each death occur, and just when he's about to join them, he is saved. And then the feeling gets worse. So many had died that day, and yet he had survived, It felt wrong for him to live his life when his father had been so ruthlessly cut down, when his brother was lying buried under the earth, when so many of his clan were no longer able to.

Unable to properly handle these emotions, Kiyoshi shut himself off from the world, focusing on the one thing that kept his head clear, that gave him something else to thing about. In the year of self-imposed solitude, Kiyoshi greatly incrased his fuinjutsu skills and, in the process, also seemed to lock away the worst of his fears, giving off the illusion that he had gotten over the events of that night. However, in truth, he had become even more obsessed with bringing back those who had died, and knew that it was possible with fuinjutsu. He'd heard one of the elders speaking of a seal one time, a seal which bent the Shikigami itself to the users whims. If such a thing is possible, then why not a seal that can bring the dead back from the gates of hell. That, more than anything, is the motivation behind his research and attempts to collect info on various forms of fuinjutsu, ninjutsu, Iryojutsu, and other such secrets known only to secret sciences considered too taboo to ever be explored.

When it comes to interactions with others, Kiyoshi can be described as a meek sort if going only by his apparent outward interactions. He doesn't talk very much to those around him, and the times he does, it's often in a soft spoken manner. In truth, Kiyoshi finds most people around him to be annoyances of some caliber. As such, those who tried to interact with him would find that he'd be hesitant and somewhat irritable if forced to spend long periods of time with others, especially among the 'academically challenged' in the class. Kiyoshi found any and all academic tests given to him to hardly be worth his time, able to ace any of them without ever touching the book or paying a lick of attention to whatever the teacher said. When it came to the theory and thought behind most jutsu, there were few in the class that could surpass him. However, Kiyoshi is far from the perfect student in this world, for while his mental prowess is clearly on an advanced level compared to anyone around him, he often found himself struggling when putting such theories into practice. As such, his practical skills were considered to be some of the worst in the class, leading to him just barely passing the bar to become an active genin.

When it comes to his home life, there really isn't much to say. He tries his best not to be a burden to his mother, but also doesn't spend much time with her. Often when he comes home, he immediately goes into his room to shut out the world, working on his ideas and plans for future Fuinjutsu designs, completely focused on the ideal of further enhancing his skills in the field for his grand ambition. However, knowing that the seal he wished to make is a long way off, he doesn't mind branching off from time to time in order to work on interesting side-projects to improve the lives of those living in the village he now calls home.​

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Kyudo
Kiyoshi has long taken to the art of Kyudo, or Bow techniques, as both a way for keeping himself in some form of physical fitness and as a method of relaxation. When compared to the numerous forms of calculations and theories that are to be considered for Fuinjutsu, the simple equations he had to make for judging the trajectory of his shots was child's play. More than that, but he found something strangely calming about the taut pull of the bow string against his fingers, the firmness of the bow benath his palm, and the subtle 'swish' of the arrow as it flew through the air.
Due to his many years of practice, Kiyoshi has grown to be quite the shot, tho his instructors in the academy often reminded him that he tends to take too long with each shot, something they say could very well get him killed in a real fight.

Archery Stuff

Activator Bow: This durable wooden bow is one of several that Kiyoshi has on hand with storage seals, up to 3 on his person at any time.. Along the middle of the bow, where the arrows are drawn, there is an activator seal, which Kiyoshi uses instead of handsigns in order to activate the seals he places on his arrows. This allows him to continue firing without stop, as the seal activates on a timer. This timer is determined by how long the shot is held against the activator, the longer the wait the longer it's held.

Seal Arrows and Regular Arrows: In order to make the best of his skills, Kiyoshi has made a variety of special arrows, usually about 15 or so of each if he's had time to properly prep, which are each placed within their own respective storage seals. In terms of regular arrows, he usually carries about 30 in their own respective storage seals upon his person.

• Explosive Arrows: These arrows hold the power of 2 explosive tags, with the only tell-tale sign of the explosion being the sight of the shaft giving off small trails of smoke before it blows up.
  -Kiyoshi also has a non-lethal concussion variant of these seals for use in training so that, in the case of an accident, he doesn't blow himself up. While they're unlikely to kill you, they still pack enough of a punch to leave a target feeling more than a little disoriented.
• Smoke Arrows: Simple and to the point, after a set amount of time or after it's made impact, the seal will spew forth a copious amount of thick black ash-laden smoke. It spreads quickly, encompassing an area of around 3-8 meters, and lingers for about 2-3 posts in an open area, and double that within an enclosed space before it disperses. Wind style jutsu can be used to instantly disperse it or redirect it somewhere else. This smoke is also highly combustible, allowing for lightning and Fire jutsu to easily light it up for a pretty big explosion.
  
• Sticky Arrows: These seal arrows work a bit differently from the others, as they activate upon impact with the target. Once these arrows have come into contact with any solid object, the seal upon them activates and releases a large amount of a quick-hardening adhesive, enough to fill an area of about 1-2 meters. The initial spread is quite large, and the adhesive hardens within seconds upon contact with the air, making for a rather effective trap. However, the adhesive that is made isn't particularly strong, as Kiyoshi's yet to find a proper-way to transfer the mixing process over into fuinjutsu form. As such, one can escape from it through exerting some small amount of effort, though it'll likely require that they focus a bit, thus does it's job of hindering the assailant, either to make way for an escape or to slow down a fleeing target.

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Other Equipment
[*]A set of regular explosive seals.
[*]A case of Fuinjutsu supplies
[*]A set of 10 spare storage seals
[*]Lots of spare paper and fuinjutsu ink
[*]A set of regular shuriken
[*]A set of regular kunai
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Senju-Uzumaki Bloodline​

As the Son of Senju Midori and Uzumaki Yoshito, Kiyoshi is blessed with an amazing amount of potential as a Shinobi. A immediately noticeable way this has manifested is in the make-up of his body, both physically and in terms of his Chakra. Physically, Kiyoshi has manifested the infamous life-force of the Uzumaki clan, able to make up for his less than stellar physical abiltiy with his seemingly endless stamina and surprising level of endurance. This is most often seen with how the boy can easily pull several all nighters in a row when working on his Fuinjutsu projects before the fatique becomes too much for him to bear.
As for his Chakra, while a lack of training has kept his Chakra potency low, the sheer volume of Chakra that he has to deal with is frankly somewhat insane, though this does have the downside of severely hampering his ability to control his chakra, somethign he's currently trying to work on with help of some Fuinjutsu experiments.
Parallel Proccessing
Kiyoshi's mind works differently then most. Instead of a big mess of thoughts, it's organized into separate streams of consciousness, enabling to essentially keep perfect attention to multiple things at once, such as running through five math problems in his head, or holding a conversation with someone while concurrently thinking about a sealing matrix test and all the intricacies involved in the process. This makes him a master of multi-tasking and keeping his attention on multiple things at once. It also has a combat function of allowing him to keep a decent amount of attention on multiple threats at one time without sacrificing his ability to react to any or all of them at any time. In terms of genjustu, it can both help and hinder his ability to fight them depending on the type of illusion it is. In illusions that try to trick the senses with false images and the like, he'll be able t focus in more on the subject and see the flasehoods. However, if the illusion is designed to draw out an emotional response, then the emotion is likely to be multiplied through each stream of thought , especially when it comes to his fears.
Gynophobia
Another facet of Kiyoshi's trauma from the Night of Crimson Tides, due to the main assailant being a rather terrifying woman, he has developed a rather intense fear of women, making any interactions with them difficult at best, and impossible at worse. He tends to get extremely agitated if said woman has dark or black hair and red or reddish eyes, as the similarity to the assailant of that night often sends him into a PTSD episode if they get too close to him or otherwise distress him in anyway. The most effective way he has found to converse with members of the opposing sex is by writing his feelings down upon a letter, and then have someone deliver it for him. It is a rather roundabout method, but it's the best one he has at the moment.

Jutsu

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S Rank
N / A

A Rank
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B Rank
N / A

C Rank
String Light Formation

D Rank
Enclosing Technique
Unsealing Technique
E Rank
Academy Techniques

Unsorted
Uzumaki Sealing Technique​

 

[Raijinslayer]

Kohaku Kokatsu
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Full Name
Kohaku Kokatsu

Alias

Gender
Male

Age
22

Rank
Jonin

Nature
Fire, Wind

Parents
- Kohaku Katsuhiro, 50, Clan Elder
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Characterization

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Appearance
Kokatsu is a tall individual, standing at around 5'10 with a lithe frame of compact muscle due to years of constant training and shinobi work. His hair is somewhat wavy, falling down to about shoulder length in wild, somewhat messy ripples. His eyes shine with a rather intense shade of gold, a trait his clan is well-known for. His own eyes tend to remain unfocused most of the time, as if hidden behind a thick haze. This, along with how he tends to keep his eyes only about half-open most of the time, often give people the idea that he's lost in his own thoughts more often than not.

When it comes to clothing, his leisure ware tends to be rather basic and bland fare, tending towards dark monotone colors made from rather cheap materials, a symbol of his low birth.
Personality
For most people, Kokatsu seems like a rather aloof, air-headed sort that never really seems to pay attention to anything that doesn't have to do with playing a prank on a comrade or relaxing under the shade of a nice tree. But for those that do know him, they know that this persona he puts on is nothing more than a mask he puts on, both to better fit in with those around him. . . and to better control his own emotions.
The true Kokatsu is a caluclating and ever observant Shinobi, who cares very little for most people around him. Aside from a few close friend's and his youngest sister, everyone else around him is expendable to an extent. He, however, doesn't always act in his immediate best interests, and will at time shelp others out even if it wpould be better for him not to, because he is aware of the world he lives in, and is aware that in order to get along in life, appearances are important, no matter how true they may be.
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S Rank
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A Rank

Katon: Ketatamashi Makai

By using both hands instead of just one, the user can turn a Katon: Housenka no Jutsu into a thin compressed spear of heat and flame. The user then grabs the spear from his mouth and hurdles it towards the opponent, hopefully impaling it through their body. Even if it misses, this spear will cause the opponent to lose their breath because of the heat, and may cause 2nd degree burns and dehydration. This will also evaporate any water it comes within 2 feet of.

Wind Release:Shield of the Wind Count

Kokuangyo No Jutsu

Blade of Wind Technique

Demonic Illusion:Cajolery of Glamour
B Rank
Wind Release: Vacuum_Sphere

Shadow Clone Jutsu

Katon: Daitou no Jutsu

Similarly performed as compared to the Katon Kyuuka, the user instead focuses all heat around them onto their skin. Then, by molding chakra in the most precise manner they are able to turn their entire arm, the most dominant usually, into a long, flaming sword. It shoots out from the arm and remains there for a few moments, incinerating anything it touches. Comprised of the same sort of heat given off by the Kyuuka, it is basically amplified to the point where it can be used offensively.

C Rank
Wind_Release:_Air_Current_Wild_Dance

Futon: Gale Palm

Futon: Great Breakthrough

Katon: Phoenix fire Jutsu

Hiding in Shadow Technique

Katon: Kita no Jutsu

A different version of the Katon: Hidoko no Jutsu, this jutsu releases a gas into the air. This is an odorless, colorless gas that can be ignited with any spark or flame. This gas will rapidly ignite, causing it to expand and create a strong wind in all directions. The outer gas is shot out, and ignites when it has expanded at a range of around 20 feet. Anyone within the range of this jutsu will be seriously injured and probably suffer at least a first degree burn. It also evaporates all water in the range of this jutsu

Katon: Hidoko no Jutsu

Defensive or offensive, this just is simple enough to have many uses. Heaving a mighty breath, a shinobi will spew an oily substance in front or even around them. It will rush forth like liquid and ignite as soon as the user wills it. The effect is obvious enough, resulting in a carpet of flame in whatever manner the user provided. It could be in a cone laid out in front of them as an opponent is rushing forth, or it could be scattered across a weapon.

D Rank
Demonic_Illusion:_Hell_Viewing_Technique
E Rank

Etainoshirenai no Fugou

Another fundamental jutsu, this one changes a person's writing, mark, or even an inscription to that of another. By doing this, simple directions can be misread or pathways can be changed. It is all up to the discretion of the person reading the sign, though, since merely touching the word or mark in question can easily break the spell.

Temporary Paralysis Technique

Killing Intent

Academy Techniques​

 

[Raijinslayer]

Shiranui Reiji
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Full Name
Shiranui Reiji

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Gender
Male

Age
13

Rank
Genin

Nature
Fire

Parents
- Shiranui Yūsaku
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Appearance
Reiji is a boy of average height, with long locks of black hair tied in a formal looking ponytail, leaving just enough loose to frame the sides of his face and make the blue of his eyes pop out just a bit more in contrast.
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C Rank

Hiden Genjutsu: Yūwaku no honō

This Jutsu is the entry level technique for the Shiranui clan's special Genjutsu. At Reiji's level, there is still a need to perform a string of hand seals before the genjutsu can be perform, which can also be used as the visual trigger needed to have the opponent fall under the technique's influence. Once affected, the user will seem to cast a strange fire jutsu at the target, with the flames being of a strange blue-white coloration. Whether the they try to avoid the jutsu or block it, the target will find their vision zero'd in on the flames, unable to move their eyes away from the flame, no matter how hard they seem to try. This leaves them wide open to an attack from either the user or one of their allies.

While a very useful jutsu, it has quite a few weaknesses. Firstly is that it's rather easy to tell what the jutsu is at this stage due to the strange coloration, as long as you have prior knowledge of it, and as such, has less effect if used on an opponent a second time. Secondly, is that this jutsu is easily broken by both the standard release method and by simply loosing sight of the flame. Now while the opponent can't close their eyes to get away from the flame, if something gets in between them and the fire enough to obscure their vision of it, then the illusion is broken. Lastly, this doesn't immobilize the target or make them unable to use their other senses to be aware of their surroundings, so depending on the foe in question, the affect this jutsu can have on someone could be minimal at best.

Still, as long as the foe sees the hand seals being put into place, that guarantees at least some focus drawn away from allies in the middle of a fight, which could mean a world of difference in a fight.

D Rank

E Rank
Academy Techniques​

 

[Raijinslayer]

Book by its Cover

Username: Raijinslayer

Character Name: Nydas

Titles/Nicknames: Scion of Nidhogg, The Devourer of Souls, Grand Dragonlord of the Underworld
Age: "After the first few millennia or so, it seemed rather trivial to try and keep track of how long I've been in existence, does it not? Suffice it to say that I've been around the block quite a few times at leave it at that, shall we?"

Race/Species: Undead Dragonlord


Underneath The Surface


Likes:
Dominating Others
A Good Read
Experiencing New Thrills
Games of Skill and Intellect, such as Chess
Quiet
Learning New Things
The Souls of Sinners
Sweets

Dislikes:
Boredom
Boring People
Anyone of Divine affiliation
Oathbreakers
Cowards
Loud things and People
Illusions and attempts to twist his mind
Being told what to do
Being talked down to
Souls of the Innocent
Bitter foods


Most Cherished:
"Quite simply, I only have two things that I truly cherish in my immortal existence: My own freedom, likely a result of my Patron's long incarceration beneath the roots of the world tree for untold millennia, and the sense of satisfaction I get from crushing the will of another beneath my feet, reminding them of their place. The greater the pride, the more fun I have breaking them, and the greater the enjoyment I receive when I finally bring them low. I truly cannot think of a better feeling than that. Quite honestly, the thought of bringing low a few of the other masters holds great appeal, but alas, to do so would undoubtedly draw a great deal attention to me, and more importantly, my absence from my place in the Underworld. the sheer chaos that such news would bring would not be worth even that magnificent feast of Pride and Sin, so I must find other ways to entertain myself."
Greatest Fear:
"Why, what else does an Immortal such as myself fear than the idea that they have experienced all that life has too offer, that there is nothing in the world that can possible serve to make the day pass by just a bit quicker, and draw ones attention away from the futility of an immortal existence. In more simple terms, I fear the idea that I will, eventually, be trapped in an existence with no end in sight and nothing in the world that can continue to entertain me for any meaningful length of time. Sometimes, I almost wish that I could give up this life, so that I could perhaps feel that final experience in truth, instead of the pale facsimile that occurs on the rare occasions someone has managed to strike down my physical form."
Skills/Talents/Powers:
"As a Lord of the Underworld(well, truly a section of the underworld, as even one as great as I must share his lands with other beings of respectable might) I possess a rather sizeable number of souls to summon or dismiss at my beck and call, as well as an innately masterful understanding of the art of necromancy, including the applications of White Necromancy(tho I rarely use this strange variation of the Art too often). As such, I am bevy to a veritable army of undead sinners to call as I wish, but due to my need to keep a low profile while attending the Garden, I shan't be using this ability to often, and when I do, I'll often only bring forth one or two at one time. I can also utilize Necromancy to create constructs of Bone, Viscera, and Ectoplasm with ease, often providing a good repotoire of options for engaging or defending myself from a potential fool.

It should also be noted that, as my title would suggest, that I am of the draconic persuasion, and thusly, host a suite of abilities that would be expected of one. My skin in this form is just as durable as my mighty scales, magics often have a weakened effect, if any, against me(unless one of those residing in this garden is capable of using magic of a holy persuasion), my strength can easily rip apart materials such as steel and titanium, among other things. I can spout a pair of wings which can be used to fly through the air, am capable of breathing out both the icy fires of my dead domain and a noxious gas that that carries with it the dying curses of all the sinners he has consumed through out his existence. This makes the breath quite deadly to any living mortal, though those of other persuasions are often less effected by it, with other undead actually taking sustenance and strength from the howls of the dead. An interesting fact about that is more unique to me, however, is that I possess a rather terrifying bite, with teeth that are nigh invulnerable and a bit strength capable of crushing diamonds with each. Be it in human form, or that of my true draconic figure, my bite is most assuredly worst than my bark.

chuckles Forgive the jest, but I couldn't help myself from seizing the opportunity. When one lives as long as I, you do your best to find enjoyment where you can find it.

Anyway, back to my skills. . . My status as a Dragonlord does give my word some sway over others of a similar heritage. True dragons indeed found themselves hard pressed to ignore my commands, but those with more diluted blood are only prone to a strong bit of suggestion from the geas of my words. Unfortunately, I do not have this same ability with Undead creatures, perhaps due to the wide variety of undead beings that exist or perhaps because I'm more dragon than undead? It's a question for which the answer has alluded me for quite some time, A rather vexing situation, if I'm to be honest, but it at least gives me something to ponder when i find the time. . . which is quite often.

Aside from these magical abilities, i would be remiss to not inform you that I have spent a good deal of my time mastering various tools and weapons. Not all of them, mind you, as there area few that I just couldn't find the patience to truly learn their intricacies. That being said, it would be safe to consider me skilled in the use of most weapons and tools, but in specifics, I am a fan of swordplay and dueling. In fact, I even keep a collection of the many blades I have come to favor that, if I do say so myself, is quite an impressive display. I also have had plenty of time to gather extensive knowledge of several games of skill and intellect, tho there is one form of game that I find to be rather entertaining due to it's ever changing nature: these so called "collectible card games, or CCG's" are entertaining in the ways that they keep things fresh by limiting the cards allowed in competitive play to a certain number of recent sets, forcing you to change your strategies constantly to keep on top of the so called "Meta"of the game. My particular favorite is that of Magic the Gathering, and I do find myself to be quite the skilled player, tho not undefeatable, I must unfortunately admit. Some mortals can truly be quite devious in their strategies. *sigh8 I will miss this game when the end of their civilization comes to pass, tho maybe some other human will continue the trend. . . but will it be the same, I wonder?

Whatever the case, I believe that is all I have to say about my many skills and abilities. I honestly don't believe many of them will see great use in this place, but who knows. Things might be more interesting in this glorified brothel and chattlery than I initial give it credit for. I guess only time will tell.

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"Oh, I apologize, but I seem to have forgotten to mention an ability: shape-shifting To put it briefly, I can change into any human form i desire, or walk about in my true dragonic form. Now,
the chances of me changing completely from this form are highly unlikely due to the fact that it would render all the subterfuge used to get to this point rather pointless, but I do see myself either changing into others or partially shifting back in order to better deal with certain situations. While don't particulary need terrifying clothes and razor sharp fangs to tear my foes apart limb from limb, i find doing so often leads to a greater gives off a greater intimidation factor than doing so in a complete human guise."

What Makes A Man

Personality:
If you haven't noticed already, Nydas is more than a little, shall we say, self assured of his strength and power. Prideful and arrogant to the extreme as he can be, you'll find few as level headed and patient as he, more than capable of playing any number of long term plans to their completion. . . provided that keeping up the game continues to entertain him. Despite, or perhaps because of his significant age, the dragonlord finds himself to be rather prone to distraction and boredom if nothing manages to capture and keep his attention. This often leads to him attempting to amuse himself in a variety of ways, constantly shifting his attention from one thing to the next in an effort to keep himself invested in the world at large. As such, he takes a rather free form and hedonistic approach to both life and day-to-day business, only doing that which entertains him and little else. To try and force him to do anything else is to court danger, as the Dragonlord is rarely keen to take direct commands from those he deems unworthy o the right(and even by those he does respect, it can still backfire depending on the command given).

This being said, Nydas is far from a savage figure, making sure to act with a sense of dignity and gravitas that he feels his lofty position demands. Besides that, he quite despises those who act in savage or uncivilized manners, as he feels it lowers them closer to the predisposition of common beasts than any higher functioning member of society. As a result of this tie to civilization, Nydas is actually quite the reasonable individual, though his pide anf high opinion of himself can often lead to bouts of intense stubbornness if he feels his conversation partner is beneath him in someway.
History: Nydas is an ancient being, said to have been born from the scale of Nidhogg the World eater himself,
a story that Nydas chooses to neither confirm nor deny whenever questioned about it. As for the story of his life,
there isn't really much to tell. After his birth, however it came about, he instantly took the Underworld by storm,
tearing through it like a nigh unstoppable gale of death and destruction, taking down one Undead Lord after another to expand his territory until he owned quite a sizeable hunk of Underworld real esate, which he contented himself with ruling for the following millennia, taking great joy in subjugating the populace and the many attempted uprisings by former undead lords against him. Not only that, but many 'heroes'got it into their heads to attempt to come into his domain and slay him. Many never even made it far enough to try, so hostile was his land to most living beings, and those who did hardly ever succeeded in their quest. But some did, and they weregifted with safe passage home once his immortal Undead spirit materialized before them to let them know how meaningless their quest had been. It was a game to him, one that kept him entertained for quite a long time, when other pleasures seemed to loose their luster.

As time wore on, however, even this exercise in evil rulership became a humdrum matter of routine, the heroes become ever more predictable(and ever more pathetic, he might add) in their attempts to slay him, to the point that he often had heroes instantly set upon by his generals the moment they stepped into his domain rather than have them guard his chambers in conveniently sized arena-like rooms, much to the dismay of the local gambling ring that had formed around these events. As his underworld dwellings began to bore him with their stagnation, he soon began his now notorious quest to find his next bit of entertainment. First he would prowl the Underworld,
challenging the other lords around him to duels and wars, and while his victory was never assured, the similarity these conflicts had to those he had engaged in with the heroes made him loose interest quite quickly.

From there, he sought other forms of entertainment aside from slaughter and warfare. These served to be a more diverse offering, and as a result, he gained quite a few skills and tricks to improve his magical capabilities, but the Underworld was but a pale imitation of the world of the living,,as a result, had nothing truly new to learn after a while. Innovation was slow to make it down to the dammed depths that Nydas resided in, so he decided that he would take his search to the mortal plane. His first attempt at this was rather. . . disastrous and better left unspoken, but following this incident, Nydas took a more. . . discreet form to better fit in among the populace of the mortal realm. His times in the Mortal world where brief, but fulfilling in their own way, as the mortals proved to be much more entertaining than the mindless droves of undead he surrounded himself with. While he could never stay away from his demense for too long, as the other lords would be swift to capitalize on a prolonged absence to take what was rightfully his. But even the ever changing wonders of the living soon fell away to the same dull monotonous pattern. He's deal, he'd torture, he'd kill, he'd ravish, and then start the cycle all over again, learning a few new things hear and there, but mostly coming away unsatisfied with his experiences. So much so that he was beginning to fear that he would no longer have anything to hold his attention once his currently slew of interest eventually fizzled out, as they were oft to do.

And so we come to the present day, where the Dragonlord's latest excursion has brought him to the Violet Thrall.
His last chance to entertain himself, perhaps, before the hanging threat of eternity began to devour him. He doubted he'd find any saving grace in this place, but the thought of dominating a few slaves and making them into obeidiant lapdogs did bring a smile to his face and warmth to his loins. It was likely to be little more than a distraction, but hopefully, it would keep him at least mildly entertained for a short while longer.

Those That Belong To Me

Slaves:

 

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Jackson DuCarthy
Male | 15 | Single
HUMAN(of Druidic Descent)​

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Job/Role: High School Junior.

General Appearance: Jackson is a rather scruffy looking kid, reaching the (temporary) height of 5'5 with a lean yet fit build due to his family having the tendency to spend every summer doing nature hikes or camping of some sort, as well as his own desire to stay in at least decent shape. His hair is a mess of raven black curls grown long and wild enough to hang a little over his emerald green eyes, the rest of his face setting handsomely enough on his oval-shaped face. Some might even have considered him a bit of a pretty boy if he cleaned himself up and wore clothes with any kind of style, but Jackson was one for practicality and comfort more than anything else in regards to his dress. Often his wardrobe consisted of little more than a bunch of plain t-shirts, various plaid overshirts/jackets, dozens of boot-cut jeans, and a mix of sneakers, running shoes, and hiking boots for his footwear. The one odd thing that Jackson owns is a strange pendant around his neck. A gift from his late grandfather and apparently a family heirloom of some sort, it looks to be made of some sort of river stone, with what appears to be a naturally made hole in the center. It's all that Jackson has of his late grandfather and he cherishes it dearly.

General Personality: A little bit neurotic and very much an overthinker, one will find a hard time finding someone more uptight and serious than Jackson, at least when he's around his peers. He wears this persona around him as a sort of armor, developed over years of having his difference and odd quirks making him the butt of many jokes. Despite this seeming disinterest for the world and seeming frustration whenever he's forced to interact with other people, you'll find he's always willing to lend a helping hand to those who need one, no matter who they are. It might come with more than a few complaints and a certain degree of whining to be expected, but he will never slack off when it comes to helping another person. However, Jackson often to be as gullible as he is generous, leading to him being used by others he thought were his friends on several different occasions throughout much of his middle school experience. As such, in Highschool, he grew more reserved and apathetic than before and saw most people he interacted with a certain air of inevitable suspicion and mistrust.

The presence of Jane in his life, however, has done a good deal to warm him to others with her antics, but he still finds it hard to let his guard down on around anyone else that isn't in his family.

General History: Life can be tough and unfair. This is doubly true when you've got the ability to see ghosts and your parents are convinced you have several different mental illnesses which they try to medicate you for. Not only that, but the ghosts you run into have no sense of timing, personal space, nor any care for anything that isn't their own gratification. So strong our their pulls to this plane that it often drones out their common sense when they find someone capable of actually doing something about them.

And thus is Jackson's life, with well-meaning unprepared parents on one side and the constant wails of the dead asking him for favors on the other. He's just barely managed to deal with it all without actually going insane, albeit it at the cost of his social life being in utter shambles unless he finds other weirdoes like himself(such as Jordan and Odessa, who both make him feel like he sucks for not being able to balance both his own weirdness and being a regular kid nearly as well as they seem to.) However, he's recently become the haunted subject of a rather strange and extremely intrusive ghost by the name of Jane, who seems to have taken it upon herself to try and 'fix him up' with a date, no matter what he has to say about it. While part of him appreciates the thought and having someone who cares, a greater part of him can't get past how completely embarrassing and stressful it is to have her around. After a month or so of her being around, Jackson isn't sure just how much more of her he can take.

 

[Raijinslayer]

Spoiler

Adamant​

"Personal Quote"
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Vitals Characterization Talents & Capabilities Weaknesses

• Full Name
  Adamant of the Nidore Clan
  Alias
  Adam(not a fan of it)
  Gender
  Male
  Age
  16
  Shinigami Type
  Meister
  Soul Color
  Silver, but tinged with streaks of Black
  Partner
  N/A
  
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  Appearance
  The first thing one will likely notice about Adamant is that he is big. Standing at 6'4, his body is a broad mass of well-defined muscle due to both his innate genetics and a strict workout routine that he adheres to as faithfully as a priest would follow religious doctrine. Beyond that, his hair and eyes are a rather distinct silver-ish blue color with the former framing his face in a wild mane that sticks out in every direction. When it comes to clothes, he dresses in the standard DWMA uniform, with the only modification to it being the symbol of his clan, a dark silhouette of a howling wolf set against the yellow crescent of the moon, embroidered on the back of his blazer.
  
  Personality
  When one here's the word 'werewolf', there are often a certain number of personality traits associated with it. Wild, Impulsive, Bloodthirsty, just to name a few.
  
  As such, most people are often surprised when they learn of Adamant's true nature, as he doesn't really seem to embody any of these traits. For most people, Adamant come across a rather responsible young man, if a bit strict and prone to over-protectiveness with those he views as his friends, especially those younger than he is. In some instances, especially with his partner, this desire to protect others can lead to him being something of a control freak as he thinks himself the final arbiter of what is good for others and will help to keep them safe. Not only that, but few have ever seen him express anything more than slight frustration or sour mood in the face of adversity, failure, or hardship. Mostly, he just sighs and smiles after a moment of silence, proclaiming that he'd just have to do better.
  
  In reality, however, Adamant is a soul stuck in an almost perpetual cycle of self-imposed psychological torment that he keeps deftly hidden from those around him, especially those he holds dear. Out of a misguided sense of responsibility to both his clan and his sister, Adamant forced himself to grow up, to become more mature and diligent than one his age normally would, especially in a werewolf clan, stowing down every negative emotion he could into his subconscious mind so as to keep up a strong front for his sister and himself. This has left emotionally stunted, however, as he isn't truly dealing with these problems, merely ignoring them and finding no way to truly resolve what he feels. This has recently begun to put a strain on his mind, as he fears for the day that he might finally break. On top of this is how he feels about his nature as a werewolf.
  
  Instead of a mixture of man and beast, Adamant tries to fully control his wild nature without really accepting it, seeing the negative aspects of his personality are directly related to this side of himself, and thus, threaten the carefully crafted feeling of control and responsibility he has crafted in the wake of his father's death. This has led to an internal struggle between the two sides of his psyche, with all of his negative and wild traits manifesting in a hallucination that Adamant names 'The Black Wolf', and often makes its presence with either the sounds claws scrapping against stone within his mind or making appearances in mirrors near Adamant or in the corners of his vision. These encounters with the black wolf often leave the young man somewhat shaken, though he does his best it hide it, and the fact that he can't even assume his true werewolf form because of this mental conflict often drives him into fits of depression that see him go without eating or sleep for days at a time. Like everything else, he does his best to hide these feelings from others, but those close to him, like his sister and their caretaker, can tell when he's going through one of these fits and often do whatever they can to bring him out of them.
  
  Personal History
  Adamant comes from a clan of werewolves. Known as the Nidore clan, they were well-known for their supernatural keen senses and ability to track down any target they desired if the hunter was skilled enough. Because of this very skill, however, the clan remained extremely isolated from the rest of the world, preferring to stay out of the affairs of meisters and witches, lest they be dragged to their own end for picking a side in the conflict.
  
  Unfortunately, this seclusion didn't stop many witches from attempting to steal Nidore pups and warriors for themselves. With their finely tuned senses, innate healing abilities, and physical prowess, one could not ask for better guards dogs. All these attempts were met with failure, however, as the scouts that patrolled Nidore lands were often able to warn the clan of the impending danger of outsiders before they could get close,and even those who did manage to snag a target from the clan soon found themselves at the mercy of the Nidore hunters and torn to shreds for their folly.
  
  After centuries of this, the Chief of the Nidore, Fierce, during the beginning of the Witch Wars era finally had enough of the constant hiding and running from witches. Having met and befriended a Meister in his youth after escaping the clan to take on a rather dangerous journey across the world, he decided upon becoming chief to do away with the old traditions and finally pick a side in this nearly millennia-old battle. With the Nidore clan hunters on their side, the Witches would soon notice their agents being taken out more and more often, despite the fact that the usage of Soul PRotect magic should've made them unnoticeable. First suspecting a possible evolution in the sensory abilities in meister, it wasn't long before they found out the true culprits behind the loss of so many of their sisters. needless to say, they were greatly displeased and immediately sought to take this grand weapon away from their foes with one swift, brutal attack.
  
  So it was that Adamant, a young pup of only 7 at the time, saw his home razed to the ground by a true witch assault. While the Nidore were no pushovers and were more than capable of handling most witch's mono-to mono, those present at the during the assault were of an entirely different level than the desperate or foolish witches that they were used to dealing with. Soon, any hope of victory hey had sputtered into nothingness, and the bestial urge to ensure the survival of their young kicked in. As such, all of the warriors of the Nidore fought with a zealous frenzy, attempting to keep the witches as busy as possible while the other clan members attempted to flee with their children into the night. One such group was Fierce and his children: Adamant and his sister, Pleasant.
  
  The clan chief would not make it through this horrific night alive, hiding in his children in a small alcove before facing his pursuers in a dogged battle to the end. He took down at least 5 witches before the DWMA forces arrived, scattering the invading forces to the wind and leaving Fierce near death, but content in buying the safety of his children. Final goodbyes were said, with the children engrained his scent into their memories as was Nidore custom, knowing they would never encounter it again in this lifetime.
  
  No other Nidore were known to have survived the massacre, as any survivors would have instantly gone into hiding with no chance of ever approaching a member of DWMA ever again. This left the orphan werewolves under the care of the meister that their father befriended and had called for assistance when the witches had begun their assault. Shortly after this event is when Adamant decided to become a Meister. Externally, he said it was because he wanted to have the power and strength to protect his sister and to keep what happened to him from happening to anyone else, and this sentiment was true. However, in reality, his main drive for wanting to become a Meister is the burning hatred he feels for all Witchkind for what they did to him, his clan, and his entire family. Even at such a young age, he knew that he wouldn't rest until he made sure to give every witch he met exactly as much mercy as they had deemed to give his clan. With those on the top of the list being the head witches, the ones he saw watching overhead while his world burned to the ground. He didn't know their names, but their faces and their scents were seared into his memory from that day onward.
  
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  Enhanced Soul Perception
  As a member of the Nidore clan, the keenness of Adamant's senses doesn't just extend to the physical, but also the metaphysical. While Soul Perception is a skill unique to Meisters, the nose and ears of the Nidore hunter can be attuned to the scents and sounds of souls. It is this attunement that also allows the most skilled of hunters to detect witches hidden by Soul Protect, as even with their magical aura being masked by magic, their soul wavelengths still hold a familiar bend to them, however slight. However, in order to make this connection, the Nidore hunter must be extremely skilled in their ability to parse, track, and identify souls as well as having met the Witch prior as said witch in order to root them out as a human or vice versa, having met them as a human to identify the rouse if met as a witch. Of the two methods, the latter is a fair bit easier to accomplish as the witch isn't hiding anything while in witch form, but the scent of magic can still muck up the scent a bit for young novices, making it difficult for them to tell.
  
  For Adamant in particular, who has both the Soul Perception of a Meister and the Nidore senses, you'll find few students as perceptive as he is to matters of the Soul, though he's still not at the level where he'd be able to sniff out a Witch, it's really only a matter of time and training.
  
  Werewolf Physiology
  While unable to turn into a werewolf, at least of his own volition, status as a werewolf gives him several distinct advantages, first of which being his impressive healing factor. While not to the level of a member of the Immortal Clan, Adamant still possesses a strong healing factor that makes him rather hard to put down completely. that being said, even if he can recover from a lot of hits that others could not, his healing isn't nearly as fast as that of an Immortal Clan member, often taking a decent amount of time to heal for more major wounds, tho it's still extremely fast when compared to that of a normal human. That being said, anything that would instantly kill a human, such as decapitation, complete removal/destruction of the heart, or a sufficient amount of brain damage, are often suitable ways to take down Adamant, as his body would not be able to recover in time to prevent his death.
  
  Along with this healing factor, Adamant boasts an impressive level of raw strength even in his human form, so much so that lifting something like a mid-sized car would only require a modest amount of effort, and if he pushed himself to his limit, he could probably even lift something like a large truck, though not for too long before the strain would become too much. Other notable attributes are being generally more durable than a normal human, especially with his healing factor, and having a greater degree of stamina.
  
  Finally, Adamant's most exemplary ability would be that of his enhanced senses, particularly when it comes to his senses of smell and hearing. These abilities make him very difficult to sneak up on or surprise, as he can even hear a person's heartbeat even when standing a little bit away from them, and could track someone down by their smell for literal miles before he even started to lose the trail.
  
  Hand-to-Hand Combat
  Adamant, under the training of his caretaker, has trained himself in a variation of his clan's martial art, of which he had minimal training in and his caretaker had seen in action more than a few times. While bastardization at best, it's all that the young man has to go on, as the style was traditionally passed on from master to student, with no written records being made on how the style is performed or learned.
  
  In any case, this yet unnamed variation of the Nidore Wolf Fist is a versatile art that can switch between offense and defense with amazing quickness. However, because of its focus on being able to change your fighting focus at any time during a fight, it suffers from not having enough aggressive or defensive techniques of its own and as such, is still a work in progress before anything else, requiring a commitment to either aggression or defense before it can truly be developed any further. Until then, it survives well enough as a supplement for if Adamant ever finds himself without his weapon at any point, though not for too long as any skilled fighter will be able to capitalize on the flaws in his form as long as they can deal with the strength gifted to him by his heritage.
  
  
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  "Everything is Fine, really. . ."
  Adamant doesn't want to worry those around him, nor does he wish others to view him in a weak or negative light, As such, he often buries any kind of negative emotions he feels stirring inside him, despite the fact that this behavior is likely one of the main causes for his bouts of depression at times. This also leads to him hiding any kinds of problems that he might have from others, especially those whose opinions matter to him the most like his family or partner, so things like the Black Wolf hallucinations, lack of eating or sleeping, and other issues he's facing will be hidden or ignored in the presence of others. This can often lead to a worsening of the imbalance of his soul, not to mention the physical ailments that plague him and thus lead him to make clumsy mistakes due to mental and physical fatigue, as well as messing with his ability to match his Soul Wavelength with that of his partner.
  "You. . . You don't control me. . . "
  The Black Wolf is a visual manifestation of all of Adamant's negative emotions and his repressed bestial nature. Unknowingly to him, it also serves as the key to achieving control over his true form. If he ever learns to accept and deal with both his negative emotions and the inner beast he houses in his soul, he'd definitely be able to enter his wolf form at will. Instead, however, he fights to contain and isolate these parts of himself, which only serves to make them grow in strength and intensity over time.
  
  When the Black Wolf appears, it's usually during times of either high stress or deep introspection, moments where Adamant is forced to face some sort of feeling he doesn't want to. Upon seeing it, especially during a battle, the meister suffers from the same symptoms that come from his emotional repression, but to a greater extent than before. While it has yet to happen, Adamant can get to a point where the Black Wolf temporarily consumes him, his subconscious seals breaking to allow all of the pent-up negativity to flow through and reverse his mindset, bringing all the negative traits to the forefront as well as transforming him into his werewolf form, but with his blue hair turned into matted, coarse black fur and his eyes filled with anger, rage, and just a hint of madness. This Adamant is reckless, wild, rude, and extremely self-indulgent. If this behavior change causes too much friction between him and his partner, then he will handily abandon the weapon and instead fight with his own two hands, actively finding the act of ripping his foes to pieces with tooth and claw much more rewarding than hacking at them with a weapon.
  
  This is a temproary status, however, as he will transform back to his normal self after a short time, leaving Adamant unconscious and likely badly injured due to his other's half's reckless fighting style and disregard for protecting all but the most important parts of his body because of it.
  
  "The Silverware isn't actually silver. . . right?"
  As the movies often tell it, Adamant has a rather crippling allergy to the metal silver. Not only does any contact with it make him break out into severe and painful rashes, but wounds dealt by silver weapons, or any weapons or attacks that are specifically made to deal with supernatural beings like himself, will heal at a rate much closer to that of a normal human without any outside assistance, as well as weakening his body a fair bit as the silver seems to act like a sort of poison for him.
  
  Wolfsbane is also another common tactic to use against him, as weapons coated in it will aslo slow down his healing factor a fair amount, though not as much as silver does. If one manages to sneak it into his food without him smelling it, an extremely difficult thing to do, Adamant insides will begin to burn something fierce as he comes down with a fever, and will likely be bed-ridden for days, of not a few weeks as his body works the poison out of his system.
  

 

[Raijinslayer]

Gael Blanchette

100 | Male | Precursor Descendant | Heterosexual | The Pale Crow

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  ♔Appearance

  
  Gael is a rather intimidating individual at first glance, a tall looming shadow of a man with eyes such a pale shade of green that most think them gray at first glance. His lither muscular frame is covered in a number of scars both savage and precise, pale skin made a tapestry of his life as his Mistress' experiment and fighting hound. In terms of clothing, he doesn't have much preference beyond darker, monotone colors such as grays, blacks, and sometimes browns or reds, though most often he'll be decked out in whatever type of Armor nuit provides for him, usually something lithe and organic looking.. His most curious visual quirk, however, is that he constantly has strange symbols floating around his head, white pictograms composed entirely of vis. Spending enough time around Gael will lead one to discover that these pictograms often display vague inclinations of the Descendant's current mood, desires, or feelings at any given time if he's not actively controlling them. Often times, he uses them in place of verbal communication which can be difficult if it's someone he's not known for too long.
  
  

  ♔Personality

  
  Gael's first impression is that of an emotionless blank slate. His face hardly ever seems to change, his movements are generally lethargic and lacking in purpose, and he hardly ever says as much as a single word to anyone. To be certain, this isn't an entirely false idea to have of him, as many facets of what make most people, well, people are absent from Gael. He was never truly allowed to develop these traits, at least not outwardly, and so he has no known way of truly expressing himself aside from how he chooses to serve his Mistress both on and off the battlefield.
  
  That said, Gael is not an unthinking puppet of the Fae Princess, far from it. He is an intelligent man if a bit simple-minded, with all of the warrior spirit and tenacity that his family is renowned for. Along with this quiet determination, those who spend time with Gael will find him to be surprisingly earnest and kind-hearted for a man who grew up under the tutelage of a Fae Princess of the gloaming court. While not a pacifist in any way, more often then not he refuses to kill those he fights unless forced to, whether it be by circumstance or an order. he often wants for little and less in life, finding fulfillment in serving diligently when required and just enjoying peace when not.
  
  As of the last few weeks, however, Gael has found himself getting distracted more often then he'd like to admit. it his first time interacting with the culture of Medius, having been kept away in the Spider's demi-plane for much of his life for the purposes of his augmentation and training. Despite this separation, he had always had some interest in the subject, having fought more than a few individuals from Medius. This curiosity eventually grew into an intense state of wanderlust that was only just held in place by his devotion to his Mistress, so to now be allowed to travel the entirety of the realm, he finds himself feeling overwhelmed and yet, strangely excited. More so than he'd ever been before, Gael is eager to meet the challenge set before him and try to see all this world has to offer and what he can possibly learn from it.
  
  
  
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  ♔History

  
  
  [*]Mother was a non-Scion member of House Louviere and daughter of Fandaniel. She was captured by the agents of the Spider(who in truth is the Gloaming Court fae Princess Erissa, though she acts through a proxy servant that takes on the mantle in her place) and studied once it was discovered that the child she carried was not exactly normal
  [*]The mother was returned to the Louviere family once Gael was born, though her mind was completely shattered due to any memories she had of being amongst the Fae had been violently ripped from her mind, leaving her as little more than a brainless vegetable for the rest of her days.
  [*]Gael was raised by the Spider as her personal experiment, finding his innate skills and strange longevity made him both a fascinating object for study and a useful asset to bend to her will.
  [*]Many years were spent training, augmenting, and studying Gael, the latter in the hope of somehow transferring his innate skills into the Spider's own creations, though she has found little and less success in that endeavor but has yet to stop trying. Gael, meanwhile, proved to be an extremely devoted and diligent servant, doing as she said without nary an outward complaint despite the inherent generosity and kindness that he possessed.
  [*]After 100 years of training in her special fighting pits, Erissa decided that there was nothing left for Gael to learn with her, and gave him the order to go to Ominar for the purposes of joining the IHO, as the she was certain his skills would allow him to achieve a high rank in the organization, something that she planned to take full advantage of since, even if his devotion to her somehow changed while he was away, she had his true name within her possession. As such, no matter what happened, he was hers for all his life.
  [*]Upon arriving in Ominar, Gael quickly found himself wandering the streets with no real home, gathering as much information as he could about the IHO while also losing himself in the culture of the city, his innate curiosity and wanderlust driving him to do at least a little exploring before starting his mission.
  
  

  ♔Relationships

  
  Howell: Is Currently crashing in his apartment building, partially out of interest in him, partially because Howell has proven a good source of information, though he can find the man's attitude to be a bit droll and tiresome at times.
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[Raijinslayer]

Played By: Raijinslayer

Name: Jin

Race: Human(Mage(?))

Age: 20

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Ambitious ◥◤ Aggressive ◥◤ Loyal ◥◤ Protective ◥◤ Prideful

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Oh this... This is good:
◥◤ Fighting
◥◤ Booze
◥◤ His clan
◥◤ Friends
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Nope... Just, no:
◥◤ Cowards
◥◤ Being ordered
◥◤ Threats to Friends/Clan
◥◤ Being Disrespected
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The best and worst:
◥◤ To become the head of his Clan and personally lead it back to greatness
◥◤ To achieve nothing in life and fade into the depths of history

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BEST MEMORY
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WORST MEMORY
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ARCANE KNOWLEDGE
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NATURAL POWER
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INNATE TALENT
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