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Evander Illen Torano
"Only followers care if they're liked, a leader does what's necessary."
Nickname(s):
Ev; hates being referred to as 'Evan'
Wolf Name:
Noctis ("of the dark")
Color:
Black
Age:
26
Gender:
Male
Sexuality:
Assumed to be Heterosexual
Role:
Prince/Leader
Appearance:
At first glance, Evander's features embody an intimidating coldness. A defined jawline setting the build of his face and combining well with his sharp cheekbones. His eyes are his most prominent feature and usually the first thing one notices; especially because they are his mark. The bright silver orbs give off a faint glow, his irises flecked with a midnight black. They hold great restlessness, several shades of silver and gray always swirling and storm like. A dark set of ever so slightly curled lashes frame his slightly hooded eyes. Looking past his eyes, the brows that rest above are angled and only add definition to his hardened stares. His nose is more delicately structured, slightly down turned. His lips are thinner and usually held in a straight line. The manor of speech he usually holds is both passionate and controlled and combined with a more serious expression.
He stands at a more average height of 5'11 and weighs a little over 150 pounds. His build is fairly proportional considering he's not heavily lined with insane muscles, but isn't lacking in that department as well. He's toned with a noticeable but not severe amount of muscles, suiting someone who would be considered a swift combatant. While he may appear otherwise flawless, upon closer inspection faded scars along his arms, legs, and torso are there. From years of training, he earned his fair share of nicks and slices, and while most of them are small and practically invisible, there are sparse larger ones. The most noticeable scar on him goes down in a slightly jagged line on the left side of his neck. Another flaw he possesses is the weakness in his left hip, an injury sustained in a horse riding accident left his hip to heal slightly out of place. It's his weakest point so naturally he does what he can to guard it.
The hair that sits straight and semi-short is a dark golden brown. There are a few curlier locks that tend to curl around the nape of his neck and sides of his head, but other than that it's straight. Accenting his brown scale hair is skin that is a shade just above tan. It's the only part of him that seems warm compared to his otherwise cold aura. His usual guarded and predatory type stance does not aid in making him seem friendly, but for those who manage to get close with him, he is seen in a very different way. Around those he trusts, his demeanor changes into a much more open and friendlier individual. The piercing silver eyes truly glowing and his expression calmer, almost serene.
Attire:
More often than not, he sports a chocolate colored overcoat with three buttons spaced out down the coat accompanied by a quarter sleeve shirt of varying solid colors to match. The coat being tailored to him fits snugly around him, but not tight enough to disallow quick movement. A mix of boots and leisurely styled shoes are worn depending on the day he has planned. Two gold hilted daggers are often strapped to his waist, though some days he accompanies himself with a simpler styled sword. The colors he wears are usually all darker schemed, wearing only brighter colored clothing for special occasions or festivities.
For missions, his cloak is a solid midnight black with a large hood that when up casts a grim shadow that hides the presence of a human face. It goes to just below his knees, covering everything else completely when it's on. When the hood is down, the ball style mask on his face is a similar midnight color. Intricate silver swirls are found on the mask that only make his eyes stand out more, drawing complete attention to them.
When it comes to training, he usually wears tighter fitting brown or black colored trousers and a sleeveless shirt that hugs everywhere it covers. Clothes that match his activities are important to Evander as he likes to model efficiency.
Weaponry:
Most skilled in daggers and knives, he keeps his dual pair usually on him at all times. They were his primary weapon in training as a youth as he prefers combat that's up close and personal. While he is a skilled swordsman, he is not without fault in the art of sword play. There are times he makes simple mistakes when wielding a larger blade that could mean the difference between life and death, so unless a sword is more appropriate weapon in a situation, he prefers his daggers.
Ability:
Darkness Manipulation-
His power lies within the shadows themselves. Doing best in darker settings, he can call upon the dark to do his bidding. When he wants to remain unseen, he cloaks himself with shadows and disappear into them, almost as if entering a void. It does not have the same effect in bright lit areas or outside in the middle of the day however, like mentioned before, darker settings work in his favor. While cloaking may not always be useful to him, he can resonate a black mist that dances tightly around him and use to create 'threads' of darkness to use as weapons, whether they act more whip like or as more of a sharpened blade depends on the energy he can muster to control them. The mist itself is it's own terrifying entity that suffocates anyone caught in it. While the mist can be spread farther away from himself and even sometimes enough to fill a room, there has to be a great level of relatively undisturbed focus and energy directed into manipulating it.
As daunting as his ability is, it has its drawbacks. He doesn't like using them for too long consecutively, with the reason being it feels the shadows threaten to devour him. Relaying this information to someone else, its described as being submerged in weighted water and if he were to indulge in his abilities for too long in one sitting, he would drown. Controlling the dark was something he could only compare to threading the worlds smallest needle, and not stressing this enough, the amount of energy and focus required is something he has struggled with, but understands and has found a balance between them.
Personality:
Great and natural leadership is the quality he prides himself in and something that he wields with ease. Evander, even as a child, has been the head strong and determined person he is in the present. Justice and a heavy presence of morality have always been his basic principles and frame for his doings as he looked forward to seizing the throne. While he use to see the world in a strictly black and white way, gray is all he has been able to see since his disowning. While uncertainty is a new thing to him, his natural approach to composing himself and his thoughts have led him to not be in complete state of disarray. Honesty is a very important characteristic to him and while he is painfully honest with others, he expects it in return. Being a painfully loyal person, he is very careful with who he trusts and attributes to what some would call 'trust issues'. Particularly, because of the recent fallout with his sister. While he was never really one to judge before becoming an 'other' he is much more sensitive and is extremely unbiased when it comes to peoples appearances. Being someone who possesses a strong sense of leadership, he is also highly adaptable to most situations. Whether it be in conversation or on a battle field, Evander is one to play the cards he is dealt even when they are shuffled abruptly. While he does demonstrate a great deal of patience, he usually only gives it to those he feels are worth his time. An action driven person is what he is, but he is in no way impulsive. His level of observance and caution leads him to make what he believes to be the best course of said action.
The level of passion within Evander is one of his greatest attributes as well as a contributing factor to his more negative side. While he seeks to give equality and claim his rightful place on the throne, his tactics to achieve his aspirations are sometimes considered cruel. There is a side to him that is so determined to achieve his desires he is willing to do whatever it takes to get to them. This could now comes in the form of unintended casualties in his war against his sister and those who despise the 'others' for their differences. There is also a great deal of passion and a strong sense to defend his Wolves. Regardless of whether it's from outside threats or the careless actions of a member of his group, he has no problem eliminating the threat.His worst quality is his vindictiveness. 'Revenge is best served cold', and that is what he stands by. Those that have looked down and despised the 'others' for their differences is something he wants them to pay for. Even his own blood will not be exempt from his fury. A trait he doesn't actually possess, but one that people typically associate with him, is apathy. His forbidding appearance in nature leaves many to believe he lacks any sort of care for others. What is mistaken as apathy however is what he considers guarded. While he can tend to sometimes draw in more curiosity driven individuals, he himself is not overly concerned with the 'why' of things let alone the understanding of people.
All other things aside, he really is a caring and more gentle being. It takes time to wear down his walls, but when they are, he is much more alluring to be around. A feeling of relaxation around those he deems trustworthy leads to him flashing his rarely seen smile. Making jokes and participating in fun filled activities are things he really does enjoy. It is an odd sight for those familiar to his more controlled and unemotional demeanor, but it is the side to him that he would prefer to wear. Typically, when it comes to personal disputes and other peoples drama, he won't get involved. Unless the dispute is founded on something he deems immoral, he leaves others to sort through their problems. While he is willing to listen to people be vocal about their struggles, he himself is not open to sharing. It may not be considered the best thing for him to do, but bottling and storing his emotions and problems is something he thinks will spare others. Unless he has a major problem with someone, and they would be made aware quickly, 'feelings' of his own are not what he considers to be priority.
Likes:
- Night, just simply nighttime
- Stormy weather
- Solitude
- Training
- People with positive attitudes
Dislikes:
- Judgmental people
- Liars
- The heat; particularly despising summer
- Questions; mainly questioning his directions or questions related to his sister
- Laziness
- Inequality
Strengths:
- Leading
- Combat (specifically hand-to-hand, with daggers, and on good days a sword)
- Adaptive
- Observant
- Fearlessness
Weaknesses:
- Extremely vengeful
- Stubborn; he does not back down
- His left hip
- The Wolves; he would do anything for his group
- Difficult to approach/get close to
Backstory:
Born to the King and Queen of Ornetress, him and his twin sister, Marie, were groomed from a very young age for their role in the royal family. While Evander took to the prepping and was eager to hold the responsibility of being the kingdoms future King. Marie, on the other hand, despised the amount of rules and etiquette that came with the title of Princess. Despite their very different views, Evander and Marie were relatively close until their teen years. As they got older, their differences led to them drifting apart. Both still loved each other and their parents, but they just couldn't come to understanding one another. Aside from his sister, he found a friend in one of the knights' sons. Training intensely together, they were perfectly matched. Evander's first falter with a sword happened in a training session with the boy, he received the slash on the side of his neck as a mark of failure. This only led to a more determined Evander to perfect his art in combat, sometimes pushing himself so hard he would have to be physically stopped and forced to rest. Training with both the knights' son and with his several trainers, he learned a great deal of discipline and balance.
By the time the history changing storm came into existence, the two siblings were not on speaking terms. In Marie's protest against being of royalty, it included her not partaking in family affairs. Once the water began to effect people, their mother came down with the illness associated with it and quickly succumb to it. With the passing of their mother, Evander and Marie came back together to mourn the loss. They weren't on great terms, but enough to be there for one another. Soon the rest of the family felt the effects of the water, the King and Marie recovering from the illness. Evander, however, became one of the few to survive the sickness with an interesting new trait; his formerly blue eyes now silver and forever stirring restlessly. Once there were a handful of these newly marked individuals, there were already growing unease about the differences. It wasn't until rumors of these marked people with unusual abilities began to surface that people truly started resenting what they deemed 'others'. Evander's appearance once considered striking was now something that made people despise and vocalize against having a marked ruler. While hurt, he was still determined to show and promote fair treatment regardless of differences and rumors. His father did not show bias to 'others' or his son, preaching to the kingdom Evander's words. Marie was one of the ones uneased by these newly emerging people, and attempted to express her dismay to her father, though it took a fatal incident to sway his opinion.
About two months after the storm, a fight between a poor and marked person and a merchant took place in the kingdom's piazza. The individual used an inhuman amount of strength against the merchant and threw him through a building, which led to the merchants demise. This is what led the King to begin to sanction marked individuals, noting they should be skeptically viewed. Even with the King's hesitancy, he still announced Evander to be the heir to the throne. Then the King was executed by a power wielding marked 'other'. Outrage and fear struck the entire kingdom. Marie stepped in, and using the people to her advantage, successfully cast Evander out of the royal palace and disowned him. During this event, the boy he considered a friend declared his hate of 'others' and was given the rank of Commander over the kingdoms knight force. The parting gift Evander received from his sister was a single black rose, which he considered to be their declaration of war. An intense rage over the ruling has left him seeking revenge against Marie and the people who support the unfair treatment of 'others' ever since. During his exile, he learned that he himself had acquired the manipulation of the dark.
For the next several months, he has done nothing but plot and learn to control and use his ability. Realizing the growing unrest of 'others' growing rapidly, an idea struck him. Using these outcasted people, he would seek out those who held powers such as himself. Whispers spread like wild fire through the community of the marked until information about ability wielding 'others' surfaced. Evander himself tracked down those who were rumored to be powered, and once confirming, sent someone on his behalf to deliver letters to a select few. The manor he found refuge in he decided would be the perfect place to hold and operate the group he had come to found. Creating the pledge to his newly founded society, he knew this would be how the tables would turn. |
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Cassian Iorwerth “Everything I do is for you, for us… for everyone.” Full Name: Commander Cassian Vas Iorwerth Nickname(s): Cass Commander Iorwerth Age: 27 Gender: Male Sexuality: It’s Complicated, But If Anyone Asks- Heterosexual Role: Commanding Knight Appearance: Cassian is an individual that is certainly not falling short of the term ‘striking’. He physically fronts a diamond shaped face that possesses a higher set of cheekbones, well defined jawline, and a slightly more pointed chin. It’s a face that is completely clean shaven, and he keeps it this way at all times. Cassian’s eyes fall into the realm of both alarming and alluring considering the bright orange-brown amber color they are. In addition, much darker brown flecks are littered lightly within the color of his eyes around the iris. Framed by a thinner but dark and curled set of lashes, his eye type is best described as almond- the crease in his eyelids only providing a complimentary depth to his features. They aren’t always expressive in emotion unless he wants them to be, which gives him a slightly intimidating appearance based on the way his eyes alone scream ‘I’m sizing you up’ . Above are his eyebrows that are thinner yet possess a defined ending arch. Unlike his eyes, his brows tend to be fairly expressive whether he likes it that way or not. Cassian’s nose is best described as average; having that of a straight slope and base. In addition, the lips that form the multitude of smiles, smirks, and grimaces are that of a soft shade of rose and possess a slight resting downturn to them. His hair is something he takes subtle pride in as well. With his shade of hair being such a pale shade of blond that it often may appear white when looked upon in the light of day. However, upon closer inspection it does possess a lighter vanilla tint to it. It’s cropped a bit shorter along the sides while the top is long enough for him to run his hands through and push back. More often than not though, the top typically has a more faintly ruffled look to it. Standing at a respectable 6’2, Cassian’s height serves his ego little justice. That alone is evident with his confident strides and disciplined yet slightly haughty posture. His primary build is a bit more triangular; starting with broader shoulders and dwindling down into his narrower set hips. Cassian doesn’t have an insanely hulkish build, but he does maintain and keep a very evident presence of muscle and toning along practically the entirety of his body. If he didn’t have that toning to him though he could pass as a fairly lanky looking individual. It’s considered remarkable that a knight of his stature -and one that has seen his fair share of days in various battles- has continuously come out unscathed. There isn’t a single scar on the young man, no evidence whatsoever of his skin having been so much as bothered by a blemish even. Cassian’s complexion can be described as a bolder shade of ivory; it possesses little to no warmth, with cooler undertones to match his complexion. Compared to most inhabitants of Ornetress, Cassian could be considered to be quite lighter than the average denizen, but certainly not fair-skinned enough to be thought of as an outsider. Cassian’s voice is on the deeper end of the vocal spectrum, but it’s not actually that heavy. Perhaps a little gritty or huskier at times, especially when he’s in an authoritarian setting, but otherwise it’s steady and demanding in terms of getting those around him to heed to his every spoken word. It does have a softer side to it, but overall his voice conveys a subtle sadness with a dominant tone of authority and unwavering boldness.. Attire wise, Cassian is a man who generally dresses by what he deems appropriate for himself or a given situation or circumstance. More often than not though, lightweight attire that resides in the realm of greyscale is what he sports. Casual wear is what he prefers, but in times of work and training, of course he has to make exceptions to his preferences. The Commanding Knight’s attire is one that bores the kingdom’s emblem -a 12-pointed star behind the figure of a phoenix- on the back, usually a full set of silver tinted armor, and steel-toed boots, Typically there are more worn looking black boots he prefers to parade in though. The few things always with Cassian consists of his silver-hilted sword obediently sheathed on his left hip. As well as a silver necklace with a pendant with the angel Sonaire’s symbol- two swords crossing. Personality: Choleric | Cruel | Harsh | Religiously Devout | Loyal (To Causes He Deems Worthy) | Follows Through With His Word | Diligent | Terrifyingly Ambitious | Adaptable | Fearless | Strong-Willed | Intimidating | Cocky | Morally Grey (Refuses To Acknowledge That Though) | Believes His Actions Are Justified/Righteous | Calculating | Dutiful | Focused | Practical | A Splash of Melancholic | A Bit Deranged | Aggressive | Fight Over Flight - Always | Uncooperative With Most | Toxically Servile to His Queen | Cynical | Dark-Humored | His Way Or The Highway | Unwilling To Alter His Beliefs/Perception Weaponry: Cassian is a man who has completely honed in on the craft of blades - knives, daggers, swords, and even so far as an ax. He is an entity that prefers up close and personal combat, and he excels well beyond most in this area of expertise. Of course, if push comes to shove, he could manage quite well without a weapon in close combat. His reflexes are unprecedented -some could say almost inhuman- making him seemingly flawless on his feet and with his fists. Cass is quite literally a force to be reckoned with, making the only real way to corner him in a fight to be to overwhelm him, or to go at him through long-distance fighting measures. Cassian is skilled, sure, but anything pertaining to long-distance is a weakness for him. Ability: Rapid Healing: Now, rapid quite literally means rapid when it comes to Cassian’s healing factor. Even the most major of inflictions are healed in a mere matter of seconds; once could watch his skin stitch itself back together should anyone be in close enough quarters to witness such a thing. This isn't to say he’s invincible, though - enough injuries at once or should someone manage to get to the right spot (such as the head or heart) he could be picked off. This healing doesn’t just pertain to his skin and most organs though of course. Sickness, poisons, and even allergies are all things Cass hardly has to worry about being affected by. It’s unclear whether his superhuman reflexes are an extension of his healing ability, or whether it is its own perk, but Cassian’s reflexes greatly surpass even the most skilled individuals. Backstory: Cassian was destined to succeed his father as the Commanding Knight from the day he was born. The young man was brought up around knights; watching his father train countless men in arms for years. And when Cassian reached the ripened age of seven -old enough to at least pick up a smaller variety of swords- his father began training him. The boy's father was stricter with him than he was with any of his other knightly trainees; failure was intolerable, mistakes were inexcusable, and breaks were frowned upon. Cass’ father was harsh, there is no sugar coating that man’s persona, but he was still a loving father - one that had only wanted the absolute best for and out of his only son. When the prince of the kingdom was old enough to begin sparring lessons, it was only natural that the Commanding Knight oversee the royal’s progress. Cass and Evander were sparring partners from a young age, finding friendship amid their grueling tasks to train and best the other. Of course, as time drew on, Cassian excelled far further in swordplay than the prince, though Cassian was never allowed to beat him without repercussions from his father. A few times the prince would defend Cassian when it came to his father’s harsher treatment, and Cass was never sure how he had exactly felt about that, but it still led to a tenser friendship. By the time the storm had come, Cassian rarely found himself in the company of the prince- unless they briefly spoke in passing, or the prince was looking to exercise his skills with Cass. The water had claimed many lives the year of the storm, and one of those had happened to be Cassian’s father, leaving Cass to be the sole survivor of his lineage. As rough as the father-son duo’s relationship was, the loss of Cassian’s father took a deep enough toll to send him into a deep state of depression. Deep enough that he mistakenly learned of his abilities he had been cursed with; the ones that made a quick death not so easy to accomplish. But Cassian took his inability to forfeit his life as a divine message; he wouldn’t be unable to find peace above until everyone touched by the disease that cursed them was cleansed from the land. Cassian was to be a savior - more so than ever after the assassination of the king. It was a point princess Marie had only solidified to him when he confessed to her how unworthy he was to live in her court for what he was, but the princess was merciful. She was willing to harbor a filthy ‘other’ in return for his sworn allegiance, and his aide of ensuring her brother never ascended to the throne. |
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Leko Norbaine "I could be called many things - but never mediocre." Full Name: Lekomir Olis Norbaine Nickname(s): Leko (Preferred Name) Wolf Name: Mage ("he who is magic") Color: Navy Blue Age: 22 Gender: Male Sexuality: Bisexual Role: Rebellion Member Appearance: Well-defined is Leko’s face, with a soft heart type structure. His cheekbones reign moderately high, while his jawline is just short of severe. Running further down, rather than narrowing into a more pointed form, his chin gently rounds. There could be times one could catch Leko’s face lined with a subtle stubble - actually, most of the time once could find just a touch of stubble residing on Leko. The greatest flaw of Leko facial wise though is the purplish tinted bags of an ever present exhaustion resting beneath his contrastingly lively eyes. These eyes, while possessing a predatory type appearance, possess darker faintly curled lashes atop, while the bottom lashes are a bit thinner. The color that makes for the spectacle in his eyes is that of a vibrant tealish blue, with prominent flecks and streaks of silver that are easily seen when they glint in the right light. Above these alluring orbs sit eyebrows that are of an average thickness at the beginning, while they form a slight arch just short of the midpoint before lightly thinning at the ends. His nose is merely average, and dare be said to have a soft button type roundness to it. Below rests an easily defined cupid's bow, adding a flare of definition to his facial front. While his upper lip is rather thin, straight, and lacking much personality, his bottom lip has a visible, light pout. These lips fair in the tone of a lighter peach. His ears retain a more pointed figure, though they are of perfect size to complement that of which makes up his facial structure and the shape of his head. Shorter but full sits the lightly curled, dirty blonde head of ringlets Leko possesses. A near ombre of light browns and dustier blondes make up his shades of hair, though these colors easily flow into one another rather well. Tapering down to the nape of his neck and both behind and barely over his ears, they handsomely thin, though that light curl is vastly evident. A few more wispy curls curtain his forehead, though none are long enough to brave past his eyebrows to impair his vision. When it comes to build, Leko’s is that of a more proportional rectangular type figure. His shoulders are perhaps not the broadest (having more of a slope to them in all reality), but they square near evenly with his hips that are straighter versus narrowing. At a height of an almost even 6 feet -a smidge shorter if we’re being honest-, the more athletically built stance he holds is easy to see. Toning fares in his biceps, abdomen, thighs, and calves. The parts of his body that do without a complimentary show of light muscle are thinner, but not frail in appearance. Overall his skin tone can be regarded as fairing on the warmer side, though he does possess a touch of more neutral olive undertones. It is a color that stays rather sun-kissed looking all year round, with the exception of a more defined tan-esque color in the summer. Personality: Eccentric | Flamboyant | Snarky | Greedy | Impish | Curious | Packed Full Of Never-Ending Energy | Lively | Humorous | Manipulative | Cunning | Tends To Talk To Himself A Bit | Childish | Unconventional | Emotional | Deeply Caring (Of Those He Adores) | Protective | Ultimate Wildcard | Takes Few Things Seriously | Trickster | Mouthy Beyond Reason (Gets Him Into Trouble) | Amiable | Absolute Social Butterfly | Resourceful | Recklessly Impulsive | Hard on Himself | Careful With Trust | Non-Conformist | Arbitrary | Persuasive | Optimist Ability: Illusions: Leko’s ability is rather complex in its own right, considering the depths it could go. On the surface, it’s easiest for Leko to toy with small-scale uses of his ability; giving the illusion of something being a different color, making it appear as if something -or someone- is there, or even changing his own appearance. For the most part, Leko is limited by both his focus and imagination… though it’s the focusing part he struggles with. As a man with a highly active imagination though, the sky's the limit. Leko is currently undergoing the mastery of his illusions affecting a human’s five senses: the illusion of touch or sensations being the most difficult for him, and something he has the least control over. In some ways, Leko’s ability is quite dangerous, especially should he lose his grip of control over it. But that’s what practice is for, right? Backstory: Leko knew nothing but making ends meet amid a life of poverty along the outskirts of the kingdom's capital city. His father was a butcher, and his mother was well versed in the art of sewing… leaving Leko to search for entertaining pastimes elsewhere. Whenever the boy managed to find his way into the capital, he was always blown away at the things he witnessed; merchants talking wealthy men and women into buying knock off relics, or the street magicians that hustled noblemen out of money with card games. Leo was drawn to the art of deceit, and theft; he wanted everything he could never have. And that desire fueled the boy to begin stealing, learning how to construct games only he could win on the streets, and so much more. A few times Leko was caught for his actions, and came rather close to facing serious consequences before managing to slip away. After the storm came and went, remarkably, both he and his family fared well after the disease ravaged his household. Life quickly went back to normal for the conman soon after, though he was unfortunately arrested after being caught ‘for the last time’. The prison sentence he was facing had been quite daunting, considering it included losing a hand. But it wasn’t until a night before he was supposed to face the consequences of his actions that he discovered his ability to cast illusions - so well that when the guards came looking for him, it had appeared as if he merely vanished into thin air, when he had simply woven the illusion of his surroundings over him, and he slipped away. It was then that Leko knew he was an ‘other’ and would be wanted for more than his schemes, leaving him to flee the immediate area. For a long time, Leko merely breezed through city after city. Slowly learning how to better use his ability for his own personal gains, and by the angels did his conning get even sweeter with his newfound ability. The name ‘Mage’ began to float around the kingdom, people warning of a crafty, faceless magician who was sure to swindle you for your money. People were mystified by the tales that began to weave their way into people’s heads, mostly in part to Leko’s gossiping skills. Mage was a figure beloved by those less fortunate, and loathed by the upper class and the knight force - as surely there was no mystery magician, but simply an ‘other’ burdening the people. It wasn’t until Leko circled back closer to the capital city that he had inadvertently hustled no other than the former prince himself out of a fair amount of money, and was recruited for the rebellion. |
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Marie Torano "If it must end in blood, then so be it." Full Name: Queen Marie Vita Torano Nickname(s): Mar Queen Marie Queen of Ornetress Her Highness Her Majesty Age: 26 Gender: Female Sexuality: Hetero Role: Queen of Ornetress Appearance: There is a beauty to Marie that is best described as both dark and dangerous. She’s certainly no delicate looking doll though. However she does possess curves, a face that possesses a simpler enchantment, and an ever present aura of power that makes her in herself a woman one could consider attractive. Her face is that of a subtle oval with a set of high-rise cheekbones to add a flare of definition to her otherwise soft jawline and rounded chin. A dull chocolate brown is the primary color of her eyes, with various hints of lighter, teasing shades of tan flecking her iris’. Just above her eyes are a thinner set of highly defined and angled brows. She possesses a more pointed nose with an otherwise straight bridge, though it does upturn a bit, which can make her appear a fair bit snobbish. The lips that are either always held in a straight line or a bitter smile contain a slight pout to go along with their natural medium toned pink hue. From those lips comes a voice that’s a soft yet chilling sound. It’s an octave or two higher than the average girl, but it’s oddly fitting to the tyrant Queen.. Marie’s natural color of hair is that of a honey brown, fairing on the lighter spectrum of the color. There is a natural subtle wave with evident volume to her hair that falls to her mid back, although you’re more likely to see her with her hair styled in a fishtail braid, or put up into a neat bun. Marie stands confidently at a height of 5 '8, inheriting her mother’s genes of taller than average height, which makes her somewhat intimidating along with her steady cold stares. In contrast with her aloof demeanor, her skin is a shade of a warmer olive with medium undertones. It looks more like she’s constantly slightly sun kissed with a soft tan actually. It’s rather rare to see her in a relaxed stance, which could make her appear a little rigid when she’s still. It’s pretty clear her figure though does not support a woman capable of brute strength, but rather greater flexibility and nimbleness. She possesses a light hourglass ast her natural body type, no matter how hard she has tried to make herself perfectly proportional. Personality: The Queen of Ornetress is a woman harboring a variety of qualities. Above most things, she is a demanding woman; greatly particular as well as selective. The Queen could be considered the type to enjoy ‘the sound of her own voice’ in accordance to her bossier demeanor. Burdening herself with other people’s opinions and feelings is something she won’t do either. Truthfully though she is a fussy female; desiring things to either go her way… or not at all. All things considered this quality would seemly be rather childish, but she hardly feigns much care in changing. Marie tends to hold even those deeply beneath her to unfairly high standards as well - she is no perfectionist herself, but those in her presence best be at their greatest or risk being cast away. Marie isn’t exactly an impulsive speaker, nor someone careless enough to simply let her tongue run too rampant. However, should something catch the woman’s attention -a security she sees in someone perhaps - she is not ashamed to point it out. While it mostly originates from a crest of malice rooted into her make-up, it also sources a sense of joy to the Queen. Should Marie be assessed for any wrong-doings - a thing she’s become well accustomed to as of recently - she feels no remorse. May be it her actions or crude words, she pays no mind to the carnage it incites. During her time as a rebellious, non-conformist princess, Marie developed a taste for gossip and sick rumors. And as Queen, she still finds herself enthralled by such things. While she must rely on some of her more loyal help to feed her the gossip she craves, the Queen herself is not above allowing her own rumorous words to be passed down; from ear to ear, and mouth to mouth. The things the Queen may choose to spread can, and do, easily morph into weeds of dysfunction and prominent travesty. Marie adores being met with swells of kindness and compassion, albeit she counters such things with a cold distaste. It’s easy to say she’s rude, because in due fact she is. The Queen is not about to let a single soul believe they are truly worthy of her approval, time, or attention, though she devours the thrill of watching people try to gain her favor. She is quite the defensive creature though. Should Marie face slander of any kind directly she responds with a silence as chilling as ice, but rest assured her despise and upset does not simply end there. The Queen is the type to plunge a beautifully crafted and jeweled dagger into one’s underbelly; the dagger being her mouth itself, her victim ruined by the dastardly acts of her spells of gossip and harsh reprimands. Marie is the kind of woman who, if slapped, will surely slap back… just harder, with a touch of nail. It would be of no surprise to know that the Queen is vastly shallow; should someone or something not meet her standards, she will no longer pay it much mind. Seeing things for what they are on the surface is all Marie cares to see, and while her quick judgment may in fact be wrong, she refuses to be convinced to see or feel otherwise. With those things that fail to satisfy the Queen, the evidence will surely and prominently be etched into her face in the form of steadfast disappointment. This quality carries over to her materialistic self. If any form of gift should be presented to the Queen, it best be either everything the woman has ever wanted, or at least flattering enough to appeal to her shallow nature. Otherwise, giftbearers can politely fuck off. Woe to those who prod the Queen and expect such a thing to go unprovoked. No matter how insignificant a wrongdoing against her may seem, if Marie feels it necessary, she’ll get a lick in and claim a pay back one way or another. Her sense of revenge is largely outshined by her sense of pettiness, being someone that dwells on ‘that one day’ someone wronged her, or things went awry for the woman. Through this pettiness lies a competitive essence of sorts. She is not one to lose, perhaps she’s not even capable of fathoming such a thing. No - she’ll lose the day hell freezes over, and even then… just maybe she’ll still stand victorious. Backstory: WIP |
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Karina Valestienne "A darling doll is all they see, so much so they fail to recognize the monster within me." Full Name: Karina de Doveare Valestienne Nickname(s): Lady Karina Kari Rose of Rhen (Locals of the province of Rhen) Age: 23 Gender: Female Sexuality: Hm, A True Lady Never Tells Role: Noblewoman of Ornetress Appearance: WIP Personality: WIP Ability: WIP Backstory: WIP |
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Dante Fallwell 'The Traitor' 30 | Male - he/him | Homosexual Wolf Name: Spiritus ('spirit') Color: Red Ability Invisibility Dante has the gift of invisibility. He is able to blend into his surroundings and become indiscernable from them. It's much easier when he is in a dark place, but he can use his ability nearly everywhere. In particularly bright or intricately decorated areas, using his ability can be physically taxing, and he sometimes needs to rest for a while to be able to use it again. Dante's mark is a thick black stripe beginning on the back of his left shoulder and winding all the way down his arm to the ring finger of his left hand. Appearance The first word that comes to mind for many people when they first see Dante is 'intimidating'. The man towers over most others at nearly 6'4 and is obviously extremely strong and muscular, even when he's completely clothed. Despite his size, he moves virtually silently and has a tendency of suddenly appearing beside people and sending them into a panic. When you look into Dante's face, his most notable feature is his scar. It stretches from the lobe of his right ear to the edge of his mouth. He refuses to talk about how he got it. He has a handful of other prominent scars, but the others are usually hidden under his clothing. Dante's face is angular, but still makes him look significantly younger than he is. He has high cheekbones that, in the right lighting, cast shadows onto his face below to give him an eerie appearance. Similarly, his jawbone is sharp and smooth; he rarely sports facial hair, preferring to keep his face clean-shaven. His lips are full and pink, adding to his youthful appearance. He has large, round brown eyes framed by long, thick eyelashes. Dante's hair is a medium blonde streaked through with a few strands of light brown. He prefers to keep it cut short on the sides, but lets it grow a bit longer on the crown of his head. He has thick, defined eyebrows of a similar color. Dante's cloak is a deep red, comparable to the color of dried blood. Beneath it, he typically wears dark-colored clothing that is comfortable and easy to move in. His mask is larger than those of most of the other members of the rebellion; it covers his forehead down to nearly the tip of his nose. It is pitch black with minimalistic red stitching along the edges to match his cloak. Weaponry Dante's preferred weapon is a small knife. The blade is silver, and the handle is made of a smooth, dark wood. The size of the knife allows it to be discreetly concealed and used more easily. Even without using his invisibility, Dante can kill silently with just his knife. For long-distance fighting, it doubles as a throwing knife, but he prefers to use it in close contact. Personality Dante is not a people person - that's the easiest way to describe him. He rarely opens up to others, even those who have known him the longest. He sees interacting with new people as a waste of time and only does it when absolutely necessary. When he does, it's rare for him to even speak to said new people. His whole personality is basically on lockdown from the rest of the world. There are very, very few people who could say that they really know Dante, and even fewer are still in his life now. He considers most of the other members of the rebellion coworkers, not family or friends. As a result, there are very few people within the rebellion who have any kind of bond or relationship with him, and he's not planning on changing that any time soon. When he does genuinely care about someone - not often - Dante is fiercely loyal. He's not the kind of person to frequently express his affection, but he'll show it in the way he interacts with them. He's more interested in what they have to say and is less harsh with them than he is with others. He would die and kill for those he cares about without hesitation. Underneath his closed-off exterior, the best way to describe Dante is scared. This is a side of him that no one sees. He's terrified of being alone, of losing the few people he has left that he cares about, of his identity as a traitor being discovered. The stability of his life is built on him having a tough outer shell, and if that comes crumbling down, he doesn't know who he is. Strengths - physical strength - connections in both the rebellion and with the queen - extremely intimidating - extensive knowlege of weaponry Weaknesses - despises working with others - few personal relationships - cold personality Backstory Dante grew up in a volatile household. His father was extremely physically abusive, and while his mother did the best she could to protect her sons, she was also often subjected to her husband's wrath. Many of the scars on Dante's body were put there by his father - not the one on his face, however. As soon as he turned eighteen, Dante left home, living alone out on the streets and taking odd jobs to keep himself afloat. He eventually fell in with a guild of mercenaries and worked with them for years. To him, it was better than ever going back and depending on his father. The rain that created the Others killed Dante's father, mother, and older brother. Having had no contact with them for years, Dante only became aware of their deaths when he finally tried to visit and discovered that their house had been seized and sold. Despite his complicated relationship with his family, he blames himself for not being with them at the end of their lives. For months, Dante believed that his younger brother Cicero had been killed by the poisoned rain along with the rest of their family. However, new information has come to light that leads him to believe otherwise. Affiliations Cato Fallwell - father. Deceased. Lilith Fallwell - mother. Deceased. Arden Fallwell - older brother. Deceased. Cicero Fallwell - younger brother. Whereabouts unknown. |
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Ember Voss 'The Empath' 18 | Male - he/him | Bisexual Wolf Name: Norte ('north') Color: Forest green Ability Hyperempathy Ember's ability is hyperempathy. He is able to unconsciously discern what those around him are feeling, to an extent where he can often infer what they are thinking. Being around large groups of people and the sheer amount of their emotions gives Ember debilitating headaches. It's just too much information for him to take in at once. Ember's mark is very easy to miss; it is a small scar on the left side of his head. It just barely disrupts the way his hair lays. You wouldn't find it if you weren't looking for it. Appearance Although he doesn't really recognize it, Ember is undoubtedly an attractive young man. His face is sculpted and defined while still maintaining a youthful image. He has a sharp jawline with a scattering of stubble - he thinks it makes him look older. His cheeks aren't round, but they still haven't quite lost their youthful look. He has a small button nose that slopes gently down his face. His lips are plump and dusky pink in color, slightly feminine. Ember stands at an average height of 5'9. He isn't very muscular; he has an average, somewhat wiry build. It's also clear that he hasn't quite filled out his body yet since he's still so young. Ember has curly dark brown hair that he keeps at a medium length; he prefers it to stop just at his earlobes. His curls certainly don't help him when it comes to looking older than he is. He has piercing ice blue eyes that peer inquisitively out of his face; they are a stark contrast to the rest of his appearance. He has thick eyebrows that are a similar dark brown color. Ember has a small scar on his chin from a fall he sustained as a child. Ember's cloak is a deep forest green color. He typically keeps it tied shut so you can't see his clothing beneath it, but he usually wears regular civilian clothes. His mask is small, only covering his eyes, and has a black-and-green checkered diamond pattern. Personality Ember can come off as a bit twitchy. As one of the youngest members of the rebellion, he feels as though he has something to prove to everyone else. He's very nervous about making a mistake or letting his fellow members down. He can often be found helping with even the most mundane tasks; he feels useless if he isn't doing something to assist the rebellion. Ember doesn't dislike being around people, but his hyperempathy makes it hard for him to do so for long periods of time. Being exposed to so many different emotions and thoughts exhausts him after a while. After he's around others for an extended period of time, he can often be found napping around the Den to recharge. Even surrounded by Others in the same situation as him, Ember sometimes feels ashamed of his ability and mark. His particular gift of hyperempathy can make him feel as though he's overly sensitive. He also believes that his ability isn't as useful as many of the other members of the rebellion's and sees it as more of a curse than a blessing. Strengths - can practically read minds - extremely intelligent - caring and compassionate - extremely loyal to the rebellion Weaknesses - ability is physically taxing - anxious - others' emotions can have a severe affect on his own - workaholic Backstory Ember grew up with just his father. His mother disappeared without a trace when he was a child. Her relationship with his father was always very fragile, so he believes that she left to get away from him. He hasn't had any contact with her since her disappearance and doesn't even know if she's still alive. Ember's father was wholly unprepared to raise a child on his own and was absent for much of his son's childhood. Ember had to virtually raise himself. His father was a fisherman and would often go on months-long business trips, leaving Ember totally alone to fend for himself. As a result, Ember became extremely crafty and resourceful at a very young age. When Ember was sixteen, his father's fishing boat sunk on one of his trips. By that age, Ember was able to completely care for himself, and his father had been so uninvolved that his life didn't really change. The following year ushered in the storm that created the Others, and Ember found himself with an ability he couldn't understand and had no control over. He found shelter and solace with the rebellion and is forever grateful to them. Affiliations Cairo Voss - father. Deceased. Liana Voss - mother. Status unknown. |
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Cicero Fallwell 28 | Male - he/him | Unsure of his sexuality Appearance Cicero is significantly smaller than his elder brother, standing at only about 5'5. However, he makes up for his short stature with his stocky, muscular build. Many people have underestimated his physical strength over the years, and most have ended up regretting it. Despite his aged appearance, Cicero has still managed to maintain a graceful, confident way of carrying himself. Cicero's face is round in shape, but far from youthful. Recent circumstances have aged him far beyond his years. Deep wrinkles surround his eyes and mouth, and his cheekbones and brow cast long, dark shadows onto his face. He looks at least a decade older than he really is. His nose is short and thin, ending abruptly above a pair of thin, peach-colored lips. Cicero's eyes are a pale hazel, and are a bit unsettling staring out of his weathered face. Cicero's hair is strawberry blonde, leaning more towards ginger than blonde. He prefers to keep it well-groomed, but it currently rests just above his shoulders and is stringy and tangled. His eyebrows are bushy and a similar color; due to their light hue, they're invisible in certain lighting, adding to his unearthly appearance. Like his brother, Cicero received a mark after surviving the poisoned rain. However, unlike Dante, he lacks an ability of any sort. His mark is a knife-thin black line that begins at the base of his throat and ends at the bottom of his ribcage, in the center of his abdomen. Personality As a child and well into adulthood, Cicero was the happiest and most positive out of his siblings. Even with their difficult home life, he was the one constant good thing that they had. He had a sort of confidence, self-assurance, and sense of identity that made others less insecure. He was always willing to go out of his way to help others, even at his own expense. However, if somebody pissed him off enough, Cicero would treat them completely differently. He would never be outright cruel or rude, but he would become colder and more aloof. The biggest indicator would be his lack of concern for them; Cicero cared so much about helping others that him ignoring someone in need was a telltalle sign that he viewed them in a less than favorable light. Since his imprisonment nearly a year ago, Cicero's personality has totally changed. His own family probably wouldn't know who he was if they spoke to him now. Gone is the man who went out of his way to help his loved ones who were in need. Now, he keeps to himself and is extremely distrusting of anyone he interacts with. Recently, he's started to believe that his solitary imprisonment is slowly leading to him losing his mind. He hears and sees things that he doesn't think are actually there. He's terrified of what's happening to him, but he's virtually all alone and has nobody to confide to or ask for help. Strengths - very intelligent - resourceful - compassionate - physically strong despite height Weaknesses - impulsive and spontaneous - hot-headed - manipulative - time in the dungeons is having a severe affect on his mental health Backstory Alongside Dante and their eldest brother, Cicero grew up cowering from his father's abuse. When Dante left home, Cicero found most of their father's anger directed at him as the youngest child. Out of the three children, he had always been the best at coping with their father's treatment of them, but to have it focused so intensely on him was extremely difficult. Cicero became deathly ill alongside the rest of his family when the poisoned storm arrived. When they passed away, he expected to follow them shortly. Unexpectedly, he was taken by a group of knights to the royal palace, where he was treated for his illness. As soon as he was no longer on the brink of death, he was tossed into the dungeons, where he's remained since. He has no idea why he's being held captive, and none of his guards have answered his questions. He originally thought it was because he survived the sickness when so many others didn't, but he's heard through the knights that others afflicted with sickness from the rain have recovered as well, and none are being kept in the palace. Since he believes that his whole family is deceased, he's resigned himself to living out the rest of his life in the pits of the palace. Affiliations Cato Fallwell - father. Deceased. Lilith Fallwell - mother. Deceased. Arden Fallwell - older brother. Deceased. Dante Fallwell - older brother. Member of the rebellion. |
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Maudeline Caster 'Maude' 53 | Female - she/her | Heterosexual Role: Knight Appearance Maude is a big woman, there's no doubt about it. She's tall for a woman, standing at about 5'9. She has a naturally solid, stocky build, but is also extremely muscular, making her extremely strong and physically powerful. Maude has dark skin with cool tones, and her face and body are scattered with large freckles. Maude's face is round with a couple sparse wrinkles; her age is just beginning to slightly show. She has plump cheeks that add to her face's circular appearance. She has full, dusky-colored lips; when she smiles, you can see the slight gap between her two front teeth. Her eyes are round, large, and a pretty light brown color, set beneath a brow that's often furrowed in concentration. She has thick, dark eyelashes and eyebrows. Maude keeps her tightly-curled hair shorn close to her scalp for convenience. When it was longer, she had to constantly be tying it up to keep it out of the way and under her helmet, so this is much easier for the lifestyle that comes with being a knight. It is black with some plentiful spots of salt-and-pepper scattered throughout. Personality Maude takes her job as a knight very seriously. She's spent nearly her entire life in that role and is very passionate about it. While working, she's very no-nonsense and doesn't tolerate goofing off, whether it's from her fellow knights or residents of the kingdom. Though she doesn't agree with all of the current queen's decisions, she's extremely loyal to all members of the royal family - including the now-exiled prince - and tends to be intolerant of any outward criticism of them. Outside of her work, Maude is a very kind, fun-loving woman. She truly cares about her fellow knights and the people she serves and would do anything for them. She's always willing to provide a listening ear or a shoulder to cry on. When she feels as though she's failed in her role as a knight, she can be very critical of and hard on herself. She constantly strives to be better for herself and her kingdom; since the poisoned rain and assassination of the king a year ago, she feel as though she's constantly waiting for the next tragedy to strike the kingdom. Strengths - physical strength - extremely loyal - hard worker - compassionate Weaknesses - extremely stubborn - overly critical of herself and others - can be very harsh on her fellow knights - ambitious - slightly paranoid Backstory Maude was born and raised in the kingdom, which explains her loyalty and love for it. She became a knight in the palace as soon as she was old enough. Despite her age, she's never desired the role of commanding knight or any other sort of advanced position. She's perfectly content to serve her people where she is now. Maude met her husband Jessen in the palace. He served as one of the deceased king's advisors. They often found themselves working closely together and slowly fell in love over the years. Their marriage was blissful and lasted for several decades. Jessen was with the king during his assassination and was killed alongside him. His death is what spurred Maude's need to always be prepared for the next bad thing to happen. She feels that if she trains hard enough and prepares thoroughly enough, she'll be able to stop the same thing from happening to any rulers in the future. Affiliations Jessen Caster - husband. Deceased. |
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