Overthink101 said:

Name: Gwyar Ariethous Fraoch.

Race: Half Orc/Half Aasimar.

Age: 18(Current). 1000+(Actual Age).

Gender: Male.

Role?: Demigod.

Student (if demigod): Open, PM me.

Personality:

To put simply, Gwyar is loud, confident, and laidback. He doesn’t care what anyone else says or does or thinks. He has a very ‘Who cares what the world says? What matters most is what you say’ mindset.

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Of course though, that’s only how he shows himself. Quite honestly… He cares- A lot. His ego is very easy to break, and ten times as hard to build up again.

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He’s fiercely loyal, and it’s both a downfall and an asset. Both for the same reason. He’ll never betray someone once he sees them as a friend. Once a friend, always a friend. Even if they end up hurting him too many times to count. Due to this, he’s not completely sold on the idea of leaving the empire- But he couldn’t just let his fellow demigods go alone either. And he’d never been a big fan of authority, so…

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Something else that’s a blessing and a curse is how honest he is. Which is very. The only way he can lie is by hiding things- And even then… If someone finds out and questions him on it, he’ll end up telling the truth. This has caused his loyalty and honesty to have many internal battles- The outcome tends to depend on whether or not he subconsciously knows what he’s hiding will end up causing more harm by lying than not.

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More often than not, what he’s hiding is how he truly feels. It’s just about the only thing that he doesn’t have to battle honesty v loyalty with, either.

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Guilt is something that is very easy for him to feel… It doesn’t matter how long ago it was; if he’s reminded of it in a way that could make it seem like it was his fault- Then he’ll take that to heart. And no matter if someone else tells it in a different way later on where it wouldn’t seem like his fault; the guilt will linger.

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To him; actions speak louder than words. People can lie with words but it’s harder to lie with actions. And even his own lying, when he does it, tends to follow this pattern. It’s harder for him to act fine than it is to say that he’s fine. He can wake up and say he’s fine, but he needs a few minutes to actually work himself into acting fine.

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He also has absolutely no social skills. This being attributed to the fact that he only really ever had the voices that decided to come in as those to talk to after his sister’s death, and the bullies that had decided that he was a good target, and the days on end where he wasn’t able to leave his room. So social interactions, cues, and skills are practically nonexistent.

Appearance:

Gwyar resides at a height of 6’ 8”, a rather intimidating height to most, and it’s most likely due to his heritage. Though even how he holds himself is enough to intimidate most, he practically adds another inch with how confidently he holds himself. His skin tone is pale ivory-porcelain with neutral undertones, which adds to his overall paler, sicker look. The skin tone is likely to be due to his heritage. He has almost no freckles on his body, except for one or two here and there.

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Gwyar has a diamond face shape, meaning he has a smaller forehead and a smaller chin, and the middle of his face is wider, the whole thing on the longer side. His cheeks are on the slimmer side. Now for the nose, something that he’s glad about is the fact that it is an aquiline shaped nose, meaning it's the stereotypical 'normal' nose. His lips are downturned in shape, making confident, sly smirks or thin, pressed lines as his resting expressions. His canines are much larger and sharper due to his orc heritage.

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His eyebrows are rather thick in thickness, with a rather obvious arch, both features due to his heritage. Finally his eyes, these are a deepest hooded. His eyes are a deep, warm amber-brown that makes them almost seem red. His face is framed by wavy, red hair that has blonde highlights going through it, all completely natural and due to his heritage more than anything. The back of his hair is fluffier than the front by a long shot, and the back of it goes to his upper back in length, the front/bangs goes/go down to his chin. It’s usually messy, though out of his face, in either a ponytail, a bun, or a braid.

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His body structure could quickly be described as rectangular, a short torso matched with longer legs, everything about him screams lanky. Especially when taking into consideration the fact that this man weighs at around 144 lbs, his BMI at a 17.07, underweight by 12 pounds.

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Gwyar is one to really care about what he’s wearing, though he acts like he doesn’t. EIther way, he’s usually wearing darker, but brighter clothing that follows the same pattern. A long-sleeve shirt, a doublet, ankle-length trousers, and boots. The usual coloring of this is a gray long-sleeve shirt, red doublet, black ankle-length trousers, and red/black boots. Most of the clothing have stains or tears in them too. It’ll rarely stray from this color scheme, though if it does it’s usually to add some more grays, blacks, or reds. He also wears a silver chain necklace, along with a few silver finger bands/rings; for what he says is good luck. His ears are slightly pointed, with many piercings. He wears earrings at all times.

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As for his armor, he wears enchanted armor made of metal. The enchantment is to make it the same weight as leather armor, as to make sure that even in high stress situations that require quick movement, that he’d be able to do the job. It has a slight luster to it due to this, making it shine whenever light hits it. The color of the armor is either silver or black, depending on if light is touching it. In light, it’ll shine with a silver color. But whatever part is not touched by the light, it will be a black that almost seems darker than black itself.

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Now for the ‘fun’ part… Scars. Gwyar has plenty of scars. Mostly at his forearms. Though he does have one that goes from the right corner of his lip all the way up to right under his right eye. He also has one that looks like a slash across his neck. As well as a scar that goes from the top of his left eyebrow to his hairline. Lastly, he has many scars littering his scalp, all hidden by his hair.

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Skull of Terror; Full warning and disclosure… Please do not ask if this skull is real or not, as he may or may not know the answer. Now that, that’s out of the way! This is a skull. That he found. It’s easily the upper skull to some kind of creature; what exactly? No idea. But he wears it as a face mask regardless. And whoever meets his eyes while he wears it gets paralyzed with fear, giving him the perfect opportunity for an attack!

Sexuality: Closeted Gay.

RS?: Single, PM me.

Family:

Father; Liteus.

Mother; Random Aasimar woman.

Siblings; Many.

Class: Paladin/Cleric.

Abilities:

Clerical Enchant; He can enchant objects with magic, though once he does it to one object, he cannot do the same one to another object. The object must also already be associated with the type of spell he is enchanting it with.

Enhanced Battle Reflexes; Due to his orc and aasimar heritage, he has rather keen reflexes- Even if he doesn’t sense it, he can easily move out of the way of an attack due to just how amazing his battle reflexes are.

Pain Induced Insight; Whenever he sees, smells, or hears pain; his senses will immediately and automatically heighten, his reflexes will sharpen, he’ll be able to understand the woundeds’ mindset/thought process and come up with strategies for attack.

Blood Taunt; By drawing his own blood and his enemy’s on the same weapon, every hit he makes on the enemy after that will draw more blood, healing him for every fluid ounce lost by them. Meanwhile, this also causes their adrenaline to go up and not realize that it’s happening, all of his actions seeming like taunts to the enemy.

Death Hack; If he is killed in battle and he has not fought the person before, then if he was able to land a hit on them that drew blood within five minutes of them landing the final blow, he’ll be able to take half of their life force and survive the breath of death.

Weapons:

Sabre of War; A sabre that enhances his battle insight, strategy, and overall ability in battle. It was his main weapon and a cause for one of his titles.

Oakeshott XII of Sense; An oakeshott type XII that would allow him to find the location of his teammates(no matter how far) and enemies(in a one mile radius). He often used it if separated from the others or, if they knew an attack was coming, he’d use it until he sensed enemies and then alert the rest of the group. To use it, he has to be holding it(this only gives him a general sense of direction and an idea of how to get to teammates) or have it planted in the ground King Arthur style(this gives him its full effect).

Gladius of Stealth; A gladius that, when held, acts as a stealth boost/aid, allowing him easier access to sneak/surprise attacks and ambushes.

Tomahawk of Mercy; A tomahawk that if it strikes, it strikes clean. The name comes from the idea that clean cuts are more commonly seen as a mercy, since they can either kill faster or be healed faster.

Bio:

Like the other demigods, he was trapped in the mortal realm to serve the empire for centuries. His father is the god, Liteus, and despite discovering the truth, he does not hate his father. It was until an error occurred during their reincarnation where their memories have returned of their previous lives, and so he joined the others in rebellion, not wanting to leave them behind despite his rather conflicted/mixed feelings on the matter. Though, because he’s joined them, he would never even consider going back. Now, he's part of the group known as 'Ghosts of the Empire', a name they earned for breaking their ancient pact.

Other: Waffles. Tell me if he’s too OP lmao

Dragonhorse said:

Name:

Wynna

Race:

Dracotaur

Age:

18

Gender:

Female

Role?:

Demi-god

Mentor (if mortal)/Student (if demigod):

PM me

Personality:

Wynna is a very complicated person. She is not the most trusting but might go out of her way to help you out. She is friendly and will easily talk to people, but will get nervous easily if she doesn’t trust you or senses something off. She’s not a flirty person, she believes in giving complements where they are do, but never in a flirty way.

She can be very kind and motherly, but wont hesitate to knock some sense into you. Because she’s slightly motherly, she tends to be protective and willing to step up to the plate and do what has to be done.

(I’m bad at personalities forgive me)

Appearance:

Wynna is a very clear dragon hybrid. She has large white wings attached to her back. She has beautiful golden-brown hair that reaches to about her shoulders. Her skin tone is a paler shade of white, but still retains a nice healthy color. She has a very cutesy young face, her cheeks are usually flushed and retain a light pink color. She has almond shaped eyes that have very bright pink irises that stand out against the black pupil. Her nose is a little bit snubbed, but it fits her face perfectly. Her years are more resembled to a dragons as they are long and pointy, but different than an elves. They are wider at the base, and fade out to a slightly pink color at the tips. They’re not too large, but can be noticed from her hair. She has nice full rosy lips that are usually pulled into a smile.

She stands at a meager 4’7”, but often feels taller because of her wings. Her large wings are impressive, large white dragon looking wings. Yet on the top you can see some feathering from her mixed genealogy. She has a claw at the top of her wings and will occasionally use it as an extra advantage in battle.

She wears simple clothing, usually baggy bants that are tied with a piece of cloth around the waist, which hits right in the smallest part of her waist. They are black pants with plenty of dirt and dust stains. For her top, she just wears a simple tank top, form fitting, but not too tight or revealing. It is cut up and tied specially in the back, so it fits around her wings.

Sexuality:

Hetrosexual

RS?:

Single! (But open to love interests)

Family:

Mom: Ivanke

Dad: Some random Aasimar

Siblings: Probably has some unknown ones based on her father’s reputation. (Or so she's heard)

Class (Mage, Fighter, etc.):

Mage

Abilities:

~ Elemental Magic ~

She can use one type of elemental magic at a time, but it drains her energy. The things she can use include fire, water, earth and wind.

~ Flight ~

This should be pretty obvious, she has two wings so she can fly.

~ Claws ~

She can summon long sharp claws when she needs too, although she's not that great at doing this and only uses it for hand to hand combat.

Weapons:

Staff, bow and arrows.

Bio:

She doesn’t really like to talk about it, or remember most of it.

Other:

Waffles

Lucius said:

Name:
Inias
(in - eye - us)

Race:
Aasimar

Age:
20 - real age unknown

Gender:
Male

Role:
Demigod

Student:
Cyril

Personality:
INFJ | Lawful Good

Inias is the very personification of "all work, no play." His whole life has been about work; he is a highly resourceful, meticulous man, and anything less than imperfection from himself is bound to end with an episode of self-doubt. He keeps a strict, organized schedule that will result in confusion and anxiety of strayed from. In most situations, he likes to take on an adviser-esque role (he couldn't possibly stomach a leadership position, far too much pressure) and uses his resourcefulness and intuition to his advantage in stressful situations.

Because of his low self-esteem, he has developed a high sense of empathy and finds it easy to connect to most people on a deep emotional level with little effort. He tends to stick up for the little man, and though he has lived most of his life learning to fear superiority, he wouldn't hesitate to challenge unjust authority to keep another out of harm's way. That being said, he's rather sensitive to other people's opinions of him, and while he may maintain an amiable demeanor in the face of criticism, he's probably seconds from crying.

Appearance:
Inias stands at 6'1'' [185cm] and has a healthy, lithe build. His deeply tanned skin is dotted with light freckles about the nose, cheeks, and shoulders, making for a striking contrast against his sleek white tresses that fall a few inches past his shoulders. His face is relatively slim and he has high cheekbones, a well-defined jawline, full lips, and a Greek nose. His eyes are a soft golden hue, framed by long, dark auburn lashes.
His wings, which are a pale golden-white, sit high above his head when closed; they are 4ft in height, with a wingspan of 10ft.

Sexuality:
Asexual panromantic

RS?:
Single, open to plotting

Family:
Mother: An aasimar named Iofiel [deceased]
Father: Gedar

Class:
Mage

Abilities:
Telekinesis
I'm sure everyone's aware of what telekinesis is, but for the record, he can move objects (and people, for that matter) with his mind.

White Magic
He is a practicer of white magic; an ethereal type of magic that is used specifically for the benefit of others and has serious consequences if used for personal gain. This type of magic focuses on enchantments, blessings, revival/healing, and ethereal curses.

Empath
He can sense others' emotions through aura and, in turn, predict their movements. . . but he mostly just uses it to gauge when the appropriate time would be to ask you what's wrong. He is also able to use this ability to take another's pain, be it emotional or physical (such as wounds or illness), and transfer it to himself to save them the suffering.

Weapons:
- Staff
- Double-bit ax

Bio:
Inias has always felt that it was his duty to serve as a protector of the people, and while he is not the fondest of this role--he has dreams of being an artist, you see--he has long since accepted that there is a God's blood running through his veins and the responsibility that comes with it. At least, until it was brought to his attention that what, who, he was serving was corrupt and unworthy of his undying devotion. He might have been one of the last to join the rebellion, but he wants to right his wrongs, and he intends to do whatever it takes to achieve that justice.

Other:
Waffles - working on Cyril's sheet next

Lucius said:

Name:
Cyril Blackwater

Race:
Half-elf

Age:
21

Gender:
Male

Role:
Mortal

Mentor:
Inias

Personality:
ENFJ | Chaotic Good

Cyril is what most would call a hopeless romantic. His whole goal, it seems, is to make people fall in love with him. . . and in all honesty, he's got quite the aptitude for it. Turns out, finding out what people love to do most and then asking them to teach it to you (even if he happens to already be an expert in that field, he's pretty decent at feigning ignorance) almost guarantees a spark. A clever little devil, surely.
Though romance may be his main goal, he does love to learn; he's attentive and learns relatively quickly, and his curiosity makes him a well-behaved student. . . most of the time. He is a bit of a daydreamer so he tends to slip into his inner fantasy world every now and then, especially when someone pretty walks by. And, admittedly, he is much more interested in the arts--painting, music, poetry, and so on--than academics, and that is typically where he tends to get a little lost. Not that one needs to know how to find a derivative when performing a spell.

Now, Cyril may be a very gentle person, but he is far from a pushover. Rarely will he ever tolerate unnecessary aggression even in the form of things such as targeted sarcasm or backhanded compliments. He is good-humored but he won't let you walk over him--or anyone else, for that matter--even if it is "just a joke." And with that in mind, he can and will become aggressive, and may even resort to physical violence should he feel it to be necessary. Sometimes you have to shed a bit of blood in order to keep the peace, you know?

Appearance:
Perhaps one of the reasons his threats are rarely ever taken seriously is because Cyril is such a delicate-looking man. He possesses both human and elven beauty and takes great care of his appearance, though more so for himself than onlookers. His wavy, ink-colored locks are kept somewhat long and flow freely around his face, typically parted off to one side. He has high cheekbones and gentle, hazy blue eyes, framed thickly by long, dark lashes. His lips are full and soft, albeit riddled with marks because of how often he chews on them. His skin is dark and densely freckled about the face, and he has a beauty mark just above the left side of his upper lip. Even his resting face is amiable with his gentle gaze and natural smile.
He stands at around 5'11'' [180cm] and has quite the graceful build, certainly built more for stealth and agility than strength, but that doesn't mean he won't throw a punch when the time is right.

He has two piercings in each ear: one lobe and one daith each. He is often found wearing pure silver jewelry, such as bands about the neck and upper arms. He adores accessorizing, honestly. It's the only thing that makes wearing clothes worthwhile.

Sexuality:
Pansexual

RS?:
Single, polyamorous- PM to plot.

Family:
Mother: Asia Blackwater
Father: Jedediah Grimm
Siblings:
- Peter, older brother
- Jessica & Damon, twins, older siblings

Class:
Bard

Abilities:
Siren Song

The ability to hypnotize anyone within earshot and bend them to his will via song, either through vocals or an instrument of his choice. You know, Pied Piper style.

Witchcraft; black magic
As learned through his mentor, Cyril knows a variety of different magical spells and has become increasingly skilled in the art of hexing/curses and summoning, though summoning is risky business because there's no telling who might answer the call. He is currently learning how to remove curses but, truth be told, he's much better at casting them.

Cloaking
The ability to turn himself invisible. It lasts for a rather short period of time--around 25 minutes at most, assuming he is at his full strength, otherwise it typically ranges around 10-15 minutes--but it is enough for a quick getaway. He promised he wouldn't attack anyone this way because Inias thinks it's unfair to the opponent.

Astral Projection
Using a particular ritual, he is able to temporarily cast his soul from his body, which is useful for spying (and just general eavesdropping because he's a bit of a nosy bitch). This, however, leaves both his body and his soul vulnerable, so he must use it wisely and sparingly. And, if used for too long, his soul could become permanently dislodged from his body unless someone is able to bring it back.

Weapons:
- An enchanted violin
- Whatever shiny new toy Inias passes on to him to play with

Bio:
Coming from a particularly wealthy noble family (and being the youngest child at that), Cyril had long since become accustomed to rarely ever having to attend to his own needs, but the domestic life of a young nobleman was not the life for him. His life was being decided for him. He was meant for nothing other than to carry on his parents' bloodline, and oh, what an empty life it was to live.
Upon finding that he was to be wed to a woman he had never met, he fled his home with the intention to travel the world on his own, but he wasn't able to get particularly far before he was robbed, wounded, and left for dead. It was then that he was discovered by his mentor, who nursed him back to health and took him under his wing. The two have since come to view each other almost as brothers, and this bond of theirs is unmistakably untouchable.

Other:
Waffles yet again yeehaw

Autumn Shire said:

I don't know if this is nessecary or not haha, but uh, reserve a mortal spot please?

Egg said:

Sure. ^_^

Autumn Shire said:

I don't know if this is nessecary or not haha, but uh, reserve a mortal spot please?