Esther LeForge
Roleplayer: Niitari
Age: frozen at 19 (neither knows nor cares about his true age, but he is ancient)
Race: Vampire
Gender: Male
Weapon: -
Powers: -
Affiliation: Citizen (Rainmill)
Esther is evil, only because, he mentally exists outside of humanity and has a very skewed sense of morals, truth, justice, etc. He acts solely on his own whims and purposes and desires. He does not see himself as evil even if he is. He also does not see his actions as chaos even if they are. Everything is subjective to the extreme in his case.
Esther has a heart-stopping allure and uses it to every extent in order to manipulate, oppress, and thrive. He often gathers people together and forms them into factions, cults, religions, gangs, all-sorts simply because he can. His understanding of his responsibility of them is non-existant. After all, if ever he gets bored, he'll just leave and go hibernate in his lair again waiting for the next century to turn up.
Esther memorizes things when he can. Things he reads, does, or writes. He has lived so long he forgets most things since time is so infinite and life so fleeting. So he tries to memorize things, and will often spout quotes, poetry, plays, anything, and in this manner, recalls things. He has a vast library in his lair full of his memoirs and things of knowledge that he has collected. But even still, he forgets. He's not a hoarder really, but he hangs on to the bits and baubles that he has collected as well because he knows there is significance to them, and he knows he would be devastated if he could not ever remember what that was.
Living forever is an eternal death indeed.
Kin:
Roleplayer: Niitari
Age: frozen at 19 (neither knows nor cares about his true age, but he is ancient)
Race: Vampire
Gender: Male
Weapon: -
Powers: -
Affiliation: Citizen (Rainmill)
Esther is evil, only because, he mentally exists outside of humanity and has a very skewed sense of morals, truth, justice, etc. He acts solely on his own whims and purposes and desires. He does not see himself as evil even if he is. He also does not see his actions as chaos even if they are. Everything is subjective to the extreme in his case.
Esther has a heart-stopping allure and uses it to every extent in order to manipulate, oppress, and thrive. He often gathers people together and forms them into factions, cults, religions, gangs, all-sorts simply because he can. His understanding of his responsibility of them is non-existant. After all, if ever he gets bored, he'll just leave and go hibernate in his lair again waiting for the next century to turn up.
Esther memorizes things when he can. Things he reads, does, or writes. He has lived so long he forgets most things since time is so infinite and life so fleeting. So he tries to memorize things, and will often spout quotes, poetry, plays, anything, and in this manner, recalls things. He has a vast library in his lair full of his memoirs and things of knowledge that he has collected. But even still, he forgets. He's not a hoarder really, but he hangs on to the bits and baubles that he has collected as well because he knows there is significance to them, and he knows he would be devastated if he could not ever remember what that was.
Living forever is an eternal death indeed.
Kin:
Nolen Asher
Age: 52
Race: Shapeshifter (Horse)
Gender: Male
Weapon: ?
Powers: Force - Field Generation, Terrakinesis, Hydrokinesis, Disease Detection,
Occupation: Farmer
Affiliation: Citizen (Rainmill)
Description: A large man with calloused hands used to manual labor, even in his old age he remains to be an intimidating sight. Though his hair may have more greys and whites in it, he doesn't tire or quit until his tasks are done.
Personality: Like the rest of the Rainmill residents he's wary of outsiders, though not enough so to refuse helping one if they're in need of it. He's friendly enough with the rest of Rainmill's residents, as long as none of them cause any harm to him or his family. Even then, he's a quiet individual that doesn't venture far from his estate unless matters require him to do so. Though stubbornness is a thing that runs strongly within his children, Nolen's own stubbornness has dwindled over the years. Still, once he has said something he will be firm and stand by what he had said. There are many in Rainmill that think Nolen's been far too lenient with his children, only interfering if they're about to commit some horrendous crime.
History: Was born in Rainmill and raised on a farmer. He worked in the mines in his youth and took to tending to the farm when his father and mother no longer were able to. Raised his son Ferren when he was left on his door step.
Kin: Charlotte Asher (grandmother), Leavitt Asher (son), Hadi Karmnchi (adoptive son), Ferren Asher (son), Kaia Karmnchi (adoptive daughter), Amber Asher (daughter)
Age: 52
Race: Shapeshifter (Horse)
Gender: Male
Weapon: ?
Powers: Force - Field Generation, Terrakinesis, Hydrokinesis, Disease Detection,
Occupation: Farmer
Affiliation: Citizen (Rainmill)
Description: A large man with calloused hands used to manual labor, even in his old age he remains to be an intimidating sight. Though his hair may have more greys and whites in it, he doesn't tire or quit until his tasks are done.
Personality: Like the rest of the Rainmill residents he's wary of outsiders, though not enough so to refuse helping one if they're in need of it. He's friendly enough with the rest of Rainmill's residents, as long as none of them cause any harm to him or his family. Even then, he's a quiet individual that doesn't venture far from his estate unless matters require him to do so. Though stubbornness is a thing that runs strongly within his children, Nolen's own stubbornness has dwindled over the years. Still, once he has said something he will be firm and stand by what he had said. There are many in Rainmill that think Nolen's been far too lenient with his children, only interfering if they're about to commit some horrendous crime.
History: Was born in Rainmill and raised on a farmer. He worked in the mines in his youth and took to tending to the farm when his father and mother no longer were able to. Raised his son Ferren when he was left on his door step.
Kin: Charlotte Asher (grandmother), Leavitt Asher (son), Hadi Karmnchi (adoptive son), Ferren Asher (son), Kaia Karmnchi (adoptive daughter), Amber Asher (daughter)
Blank Something D'Cruze
Roleplayer: kshi
Age: 50
Race: Demon
Weapon:
Power:
Occupation: Filthy rich old man
Affiliation: The Bureaucracy (loosely)
Description: Despite being a old man at the age of fifty, Blank has somehow managed to maintain his flawless good looks. Just judging from his appearance one might mistake him for a young man in his twenties. A pity that none of his daughters inherited his sun-kissed blonde hair and well-tanned skin; both turned out pale brunettes like their mothers. He thinks its tragic that none of his children would ever be as good looking as him.
Personality: Nothing is certain about Blank. Around friends and family he is amicable and pleasant to have around, while to foes he is downright cruel and cold-blooded. He does not seem to have a care for anything in the world as long as he is comfortable. Blank does whatever he pleases; should anyone come into his way he would completely demolish them without a second thought. To this man, the world does revolve around him.
History: Blank started out with nothing. He was another street rat roaming about in the city, with nothing of his own, not even a name. He named himself at the age of 6, taking on a strange name that no one thought he was serious about. As a child Blank rallied some of the other homeless children and formed their own mini gang, dedicated to stealing and robbing unsuspecting citizens. He managed to catch the eye of a vampire by the name of Rupert Arthurson, who saw the potential in the youngster and pulled him out of the murky environment Blank was born into. He groomed Blank to become his right-hand man, and helped the young demon rise to wealth and power by arranging a marriage between him and a wealthy human heiress. The marriage was loveless, and though the human bore him a daughter whom Blank dotted on, he soon started looking for others who could ignite the flame in his heart. While assisting Rupert in his scheme to undermine and overthrow the Grand Duke, he became well acquainted with a beautiful female vampire by the name of Amelie Falcon. His wife soon found out about the affair between the two, but other than fuming in rage there was not much she could do about it. When she passed away in bitterness and sorrow, Blank happily wed his mistress and united his two daughters. Together, the family lives happily ever after.
Kin: Magdalena Denis Fonseca (wife), Amelie Falcon (wife), Lafayette Octavia D'Cruze (daughter), Lacie Remila Falcon-D'Cruze (daughter)
Roleplayer: kshi
Age: 50
Race: Demon
Weapon:
Power:
Occupation: Filthy rich old man
Affiliation: The Bureaucracy (loosely)
Description: Despite being a old man at the age of fifty, Blank has somehow managed to maintain his flawless good looks. Just judging from his appearance one might mistake him for a young man in his twenties. A pity that none of his daughters inherited his sun-kissed blonde hair and well-tanned skin; both turned out pale brunettes like their mothers. He thinks its tragic that none of his children would ever be as good looking as him.
Personality: Nothing is certain about Blank. Around friends and family he is amicable and pleasant to have around, while to foes he is downright cruel and cold-blooded. He does not seem to have a care for anything in the world as long as he is comfortable. Blank does whatever he pleases; should anyone come into his way he would completely demolish them without a second thought. To this man, the world does revolve around him.
History: Blank started out with nothing. He was another street rat roaming about in the city, with nothing of his own, not even a name. He named himself at the age of 6, taking on a strange name that no one thought he was serious about. As a child Blank rallied some of the other homeless children and formed their own mini gang, dedicated to stealing and robbing unsuspecting citizens. He managed to catch the eye of a vampire by the name of Rupert Arthurson, who saw the potential in the youngster and pulled him out of the murky environment Blank was born into. He groomed Blank to become his right-hand man, and helped the young demon rise to wealth and power by arranging a marriage between him and a wealthy human heiress. The marriage was loveless, and though the human bore him a daughter whom Blank dotted on, he soon started looking for others who could ignite the flame in his heart. While assisting Rupert in his scheme to undermine and overthrow the Grand Duke, he became well acquainted with a beautiful female vampire by the name of Amelie Falcon. His wife soon found out about the affair between the two, but other than fuming in rage there was not much she could do about it. When she passed away in bitterness and sorrow, Blank happily wed his mistress and united his two daughters. Together, the family lives happily ever after.
Kin: Magdalena Denis Fonseca (wife), Amelie Falcon (wife), Lafayette Octavia D'Cruze (daughter), Lacie Remila Falcon-D'Cruze (daughter)
Antares Nighthunter
Roleplayer: Niitari
Age: 23
Race: Elf
Gender: Male
Weapon: bone dagger
Powers: Psychic Navigation, Force Field Generation, Photoprotation, Light Mimicry
Occupation: wanderer
Affiliation: none
Losing his sister in a suspicious accident, all that Antares has left in the world is the twin brother he was separated from years ago. The twin brother who tried to kill him, who hated him, who blamed him for abandoning him. But Antares still loved his brother so much, and it broke his heart to let him go. And now that he is free from those that made him a slave, he seeks to find the brother he lost, and somehow make amends. Antares was an assassin of the beurocracy when his senses were stripped from him by a malevolent stalker. They were promised back to him if he would kill for this person, but Antares refused. Using his powers, he is still able to function, fight, and survive even without them. He is blind, deaf, and mute but learns how to get around through psychic navigation. From his past and his wanderings, he has seen the worst of the worst the world has to offer, but somehow he can still cling to the fervent hope that he will find his happiness in the end, even if he knows that he will be destroyed by it. He has made a name for himself in the underworld. Sort of. Rumors spread of one who can tear anything apart in moments, a ruthlessness so cold not even the sun can burn it. Antares has many enemies now, and none he can call friend. Not really. His only hope is that he finds some sort of ending to everything, before the darkness puts him out for good.
Roleplayer: Niitari
Age: 23
Race: Elf
Gender: Male
Weapon: bone dagger
Powers: Psychic Navigation, Force Field Generation, Photoprotation, Light Mimicry
Occupation: wanderer
Affiliation: none
Losing his sister in a suspicious accident, all that Antares has left in the world is the twin brother he was separated from years ago. The twin brother who tried to kill him, who hated him, who blamed him for abandoning him. But Antares still loved his brother so much, and it broke his heart to let him go. And now that he is free from those that made him a slave, he seeks to find the brother he lost, and somehow make amends. Antares was an assassin of the beurocracy when his senses were stripped from him by a malevolent stalker. They were promised back to him if he would kill for this person, but Antares refused. Using his powers, he is still able to function, fight, and survive even without them. He is blind, deaf, and mute but learns how to get around through psychic navigation. From his past and his wanderings, he has seen the worst of the worst the world has to offer, but somehow he can still cling to the fervent hope that he will find his happiness in the end, even if he knows that he will be destroyed by it. He has made a name for himself in the underworld. Sort of. Rumors spread of one who can tear anything apart in moments, a ruthlessness so cold not even the sun can burn it. Antares has many enemies now, and none he can call friend. Not really. His only hope is that he finds some sort of ending to everything, before the darkness puts him out for good.
(nameless elf)
Roleplayer: Niitari
Age: around 20?
Race: Elf
Gender: Male
Weapon: none
Powers: none
Occupation: none
Affiliation: none
This nameless elf was found at the bottom of Scatterloose Gulch by the Hafling Keb. With no name, memory, or knowledge of even the world around him, he was as helpless as a newborn.
But he learns quickly. With a predatory instinct and a highly attuned perception to the world around him, this nameless elf learns best by the sword. It's hard to predict what he will do next as he comes to understand things from muscle memory and some latent abilities of his own.
The nameless elf has white hair, ice-gray eyes, and bizarre, swirling tattoos across his skin. As far as anyone knows, he has no special abilities or skills.
Roleplayer: Niitari
Age: around 20?
Race: Elf
Gender: Male
Weapon: none
Powers: none
Occupation: none
Affiliation: none
This nameless elf was found at the bottom of Scatterloose Gulch by the Hafling Keb. With no name, memory, or knowledge of even the world around him, he was as helpless as a newborn.
But he learns quickly. With a predatory instinct and a highly attuned perception to the world around him, this nameless elf learns best by the sword. It's hard to predict what he will do next as he comes to understand things from muscle memory and some latent abilities of his own.
The nameless elf has white hair, ice-gray eyes, and bizarre, swirling tattoos across his skin. As far as anyone knows, he has no special abilities or skills.
Keb
Roleplayer: Liam
Age: 19
Race: Halfling - Orc/goblin
Gender: Male
Weapon: His club
Powers: Geokinesis/Terrakinesis, Pyrokinesis,
Occupation: Hunter/Gather
Affiliation:
Description: A gaint compared to his goblin kin and humans, if height alone wasn't enough to make the halfling stand out the hue of his skin would. From that many go on to assume his parentage and most of the time they're right in their assumptions. He possesses an orc's unusual physical strength though it's not shown too often. Lacking a goblin's agility, he's trips over his own feet quite a bit, which often makes others view him as clumsy.
Personality: Being shy and not used to much social interaction he may come across as standoffish and blunt when he does speak up. Though he's quite comfortable with no conversation to fill in the silence, which in turn may make others uncomfortable. He's usually willing to lend a helping hand if any were to ask for it. Having a well of patience has helped the halfling immensely. Whether it is to manage with others talking away to fill the silence, or remain unresponsive to those wishing to get a reaction from him with their insults. The list could continue on for a while. However, even wells can become dry over time. It's rare that Keb's darker side is seen, and make no mistake in assuming he doesn't have one, but even this kind hearted halfling could be pushed to stereotypical orc aggression if someone knew which nerves to pinch.
History: When he was younger he's often tried to be evil and greedy in order to fit in, but he didn't really like it. Being he doesn't fit in with the goblins or the orcs, he's left them at an early age and has been on his own since.
Kin: ?
Roleplayer: Liam
Age: 19
Race: Halfling - Orc/goblin
Gender: Male
Weapon: His club
Powers: Geokinesis/Terrakinesis, Pyrokinesis,
Occupation: Hunter/Gather
Affiliation:
Description: A gaint compared to his goblin kin and humans, if height alone wasn't enough to make the halfling stand out the hue of his skin would. From that many go on to assume his parentage and most of the time they're right in their assumptions. He possesses an orc's unusual physical strength though it's not shown too often. Lacking a goblin's agility, he's trips over his own feet quite a bit, which often makes others view him as clumsy.
Personality: Being shy and not used to much social interaction he may come across as standoffish and blunt when he does speak up. Though he's quite comfortable with no conversation to fill in the silence, which in turn may make others uncomfortable. He's usually willing to lend a helping hand if any were to ask for it. Having a well of patience has helped the halfling immensely. Whether it is to manage with others talking away to fill the silence, or remain unresponsive to those wishing to get a reaction from him with their insults. The list could continue on for a while. However, even wells can become dry over time. It's rare that Keb's darker side is seen, and make no mistake in assuming he doesn't have one, but even this kind hearted halfling could be pushed to stereotypical orc aggression if someone knew which nerves to pinch.
History: When he was younger he's often tried to be evil and greedy in order to fit in, but he didn't really like it. Being he doesn't fit in with the goblins or the orcs, he's left them at an early age and has been on his own since.
Kin: ?
Maleficent Christie
Roleplayer: Niitari
Age: 14
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Weapon: none
Powers: none
Occupation: factory worker, school student
Affiliation: none
Maleficent Christie was never meant to amount to much. Another body for the gears. Another filled chair at a full table. He has no purpose. No reason for existing other than to bring attention to the one who really needs it: his mother. Her obsession became his downfall, and the downfall of so many siblings before and after him. Upon her death, finally freed of her dangerous coils, Maleficent left his small hometown and traveled abroad, picking up factory work and other manual labor where he could, until finally a wayward house scooped him up and plopped him into what they thought was proper and right. He was young and clueless at the time, not quite capable of fending for himself, looking only a shell of a human being. Some called him freak or unnatural because of his emaciated features. But over time, some things healed. He filled out. He gained more muscle and meat to his tiny frame. He 'got better'. But he is not. Some wounds are not found on the surface. Some things can repair, but not right. Hence why he wears gloves all the time. Hence he doesn't always breathe right. Hence why he gets so exhausted and sick all the time. Hence why his shifting eyes search out their own prey, that he might devour them with his heart, and lose them to his selfishness.
Roleplayer: Niitari
Age: 14
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Weapon: none
Powers: none
Occupation: factory worker, school student
Affiliation: none
Maleficent Christie was never meant to amount to much. Another body for the gears. Another filled chair at a full table. He has no purpose. No reason for existing other than to bring attention to the one who really needs it: his mother. Her obsession became his downfall, and the downfall of so many siblings before and after him. Upon her death, finally freed of her dangerous coils, Maleficent left his small hometown and traveled abroad, picking up factory work and other manual labor where he could, until finally a wayward house scooped him up and plopped him into what they thought was proper and right. He was young and clueless at the time, not quite capable of fending for himself, looking only a shell of a human being. Some called him freak or unnatural because of his emaciated features. But over time, some things healed. He filled out. He gained more muscle and meat to his tiny frame. He 'got better'. But he is not. Some wounds are not found on the surface. Some things can repair, but not right. Hence why he wears gloves all the time. Hence he doesn't always breathe right. Hence why he gets so exhausted and sick all the time. Hence why his shifting eyes search out their own prey, that he might devour them with his heart, and lose them to his selfishness.
Vercingetorix "Vix"
Roleplayer: Niitari
Age: 6
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Weapon: n/a
Power: -
Affiliation: citizen, follows Erael
Vercingetorix, or Vix, is a small child of unknown origins, often found in the company of the angel Erael. He is rather shy and frightened easily. Due to his rather weak aura, he was often the target of bullies and others, especially considering that most any form of conflict makes him break down. Weak and pathetic? Of course. He won't really talk much about his life spent before he began trailing after Erael. All he will say is he was saved by his guardian angel. He looks up to Erael and is a bit clingy. He doesn't like being left alone or behind. Even though Erael can get into some rather not-so-good situations, Vix just wants to be near him. He fears being abandoned otherwise. Vercingetorix is about six years old. He has fluffy blonde hair and brilliant blue eyes.
Kin:
Roleplayer: Niitari
Age: 6
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Weapon: n/a
Power: -
Affiliation: citizen, follows Erael
Vercingetorix, or Vix, is a small child of unknown origins, often found in the company of the angel Erael. He is rather shy and frightened easily. Due to his rather weak aura, he was often the target of bullies and others, especially considering that most any form of conflict makes him break down. Weak and pathetic? Of course. He won't really talk much about his life spent before he began trailing after Erael. All he will say is he was saved by his guardian angel. He looks up to Erael and is a bit clingy. He doesn't like being left alone or behind. Even though Erael can get into some rather not-so-good situations, Vix just wants to be near him. He fears being abandoned otherwise. Vercingetorix is about six years old. He has fluffy blonde hair and brilliant blue eyes.
Kin: