I guess just post final versions of character Sheets here? Template again for those who might still need it. ————————————————————————————————— BASIC INFORMATION ————————————————————————————————— Name: (Character's name) Alias(s): (Any nicknames or Aliases they might have) Description: (A physical description of the character or picture) Age: (Character's Age) Age of Appearance: (If the character does not appear as the same age they are) Sex: (Basically just what genitals your character has ) Race: (What race they are. God (If applicable): (Do they worship one of the gods of the setting) Faction (If Applicable): (Are they aligned with one of the factions in the setting) ————————————————————————————————— ABILITIES ————————————————————————————————— Magical: (What magical abilities do they have E.G. The ability to throw fireballs would go here) Physical: (What physical abilities do they have E.G. Super strength would go here.) ————————————————————————————————— INVENTORY ————————————————————————————————— Weapons: (What weapons do they carry with them) Resources/Items: (Any non-weapon items they have on them, such as clothing, and any connections or assets they have, E.G. do they have a house or are they friends with some bigshot)
————————————————————————————————— BASIC INFORMATION ————————————————————————————————— Name: Lux Saphielle Alias(s): Dawn Altier, Dollmaker Age: 84 (since awakening) Age of Appearance: 20 (Host) Sex: Female Race: Banshee (formerly Dark Elf) God: Mahsri Faction: Unaligned Backstory: Her life was one of little consequence before falling victim to slavers. Eventually, she died at their hands, leaving no lasting mark or memory other than as part of those uncountable lost and mourned by their descendants. But it was not the end of Saphielle, as she rose from her grave as one of the undead. Although her existence was distorted by the necromantic energies and unresolved grudges animating her essence – leaving little of who she was before. Her memories are fragmented, and she has no sense of when she lived, only a vague sense of a time long ago. Only darkness in between then and now. The creature Saphielle is now is amoral, even malevolent, but deeply loves life and the experiences and sensations it offers. Treating it like a favored toy. Her current plaything, and host, must have been adventurous to have reached Lux so far away from any meaningful civilization. Who the elf is or why she had come to sniff around her lair, Saphielle couldn't say, though her packing suggests she is a scavenger. Dawn has not said much about her former life, barely even her name. The woman remains tight-lipped or spewing invectives when her mind occasionally surfaces and she fitfully strains against the possession before going under again to recuperate her energy. One day perhaps. Spoiler: Appearance (Host) Spoiler: Appearance (Banshee) No Veil ————————————————————————————————— ABILITIES ————————————————————————————————— Magical: Due to her nature, Saphielle has a natural affinity for the magic touching upon the thin border between life and death. Able to drain life-force from those she touches, or who hear her deathly wail. Another inherent ability is possession, able to take over the bodies of the weak-willed or had their mind (temporarily) broken. Souls intrigue her on a base level, hoping that through understanding them she can use the knowledge to alter her own existence, improving upon it but not seeking resurrection. Become quite skilled at picking them apart and putting them back together over the years, but it's a delicate and time-consuming process. Other domains contained within the realm of necromancy, such as those relating to mindless undead, has suffered from her specialization. Disciplines tied strongly to the manipulation of the biological aspects of life, such as the shaping of flesh and healing of wounds, are out of her reach. Instead, as a substitute, she's learned golemancy: housing her favored toys' altered souls in doll-like husks of her own creation that she can control as one would a puppet on strings. Those she grows bored of are sold to fund her research or to acquire higher quality materials. Her eye for detail and form has earned her high praise from her buyers. As with the Death element, other aspects of her Earth magic are underdeveloped. Cultivated a minor talent for telekinesis, enough for her not to be helpless if left without a body. Her manipulation of objects is fine, but lacking in strength and is barely beyond that of a child's. Learned to project a field of force around herself, mimicking the resistance an actual body offers even if not quite the sensations of one and is easily broken through with little, but determined effort. Tiring over prolonged periods of time. Physical: Her body is insubstantial, though not invisible, offering several advantages as it does disadvantages when interacting with the world around her. Passing through her is like submerging yourself in viscous honey. As a member of the undead, Saphielle also shares their other strengths and weaknesses: especially vulnerable to Death, Light, and Darkness magic; immune to most physical attacks as well as afflictions like suffocation or disease; if damaged, she will slowly regenerate but can accelerate the process by consuming life-force, or be healed by Death elemental energy; while possessing a physical host Saphielle will be damaged alongside them, even with attacks she'd otherwise be immune to, is however able to survive their death but at a steep cost. Her form is malleable although shaped by her Id and Ego rather than through any conscious action (Saphielle is unaware of this or that her appearance has changed over the years, so deeply tied to her identity that her recollection of events are altered). Dawn's body is fit, but suffering under the drain imposed by the possession has made her weaker and slightly cold to the touch. Her eyes have changed from their natural brown to an icy blue. A normal desert elf in every other respect. ————————————————————————————————— INVENTORY ————————————————————————————————— Weapons: -Hunting Rifle Resources/Items: -Underworld contacts (those who deal in slaves) -Hidden away magician's laboratory staffed by ensouled dolls On Person: -Knapsack with various broken technological knickknacks inside -Mechanic's toolbox -Ammunition Belt -Wallet with pocket money
Name: Sandor Palladus Age: 19 Sex: Male Race: Half Djinn (Looks and believes himself to be fully human) God: Luehna Faction: N/A Background: Secretly the lovechild of the djinn, Zaira the Majestic, and one of her human lovers, Sandor never knew his parents, being raised as an orphan at a temple of warrior monks serving Luehna, the Goddess of light. Under the monk's tutelage, the young boy was taught to honour his god by going out into the world and protecting and helping the people he finds there. To aid him in this, he was trained rigorously in combat, leading him to become highly muscular, and making him an expert in hand to hand martial arts. Sandor has taken two vows: One - To only kill when defending the life of an innocent, and Two - To remain celibate. The second vow in particular has grown more difficult of late, as his natural djinn hedonism urges him to seduce every woman he sees, and his fae charm makes doing so particularly easy. With an unknown past, the young monk wanders the Earth, aiding those that need it. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ABILITIES: Magical (unknown): Sandor has inherited some of his mother's fire abilities, being able to use fire magic as an offensive weapon. However, as he doesn't know his heritage, at present he's unaware that he's capable of such feats, and so is effectively without magic. Physical: Sandor has a resistance to heat, to some extent. Though he would still die if engulfed in flame, the pain of being burnt is highly lessened for him (fascinating the other monks when he completed the ritual of walking across coals with almost no discomfort. He's also capable of rushing into a burning building and withstanding the heat and smoke far longer than any regular human would, which has led to several successful rescues during his travels. As he's grown to adulthood, Sandor has begun to realise that he's become both more confident around people, and more alluring to them. Unbeknownst to him, this is due to his inborn fae charm, which surrounds him like an aura and makes him more likable and attractive. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- INVENTORY: Weapons: - Quarterstaff (The traditional weapon of any monk) - Padded gloves (Sandor's preferred weapon, allows him to punch enemies without causing damage to his hands, and also increases the damage his punches do to opponents.) - Revolver (Monks are permitted to carry firearms, though instructed only to use them in the most dire of occasions, when the lives of others are at risk.) Resources/Items: - Monk's robes. - Contact with his home temple - Medical supplies
Name: Zaira The Majestic Age: 2674 Gender: Female Race: Dijinn(Ifrit) God (If applicable): Faction (If Applicable): Will update this along with gods, if I think of something for it once I get more detail on it. ————————————————————————————————— ABILITIES Magical(Restrained): As expected, a fire elemental's powers work best within their own element. When left to her own devices, it's the only aspect of her magic that doesn't lose all that much power, putting her skills with fire spells in line with an Archmage. However, all of her other magical abilities still sufferly greatly, being brought down to roughly the equivalent of an typical apprentice level mage. Still potentially capable, but greatly outclassed by many other things. Magical(Unrestrained): The magic she has when granting wishes is much more powerful, though it still carries limits on it's own. While the things she can't do with full power are only a few things, they still exist. She cannot: Grant wishes that contradict a previous owner Giving wishes away to to other people are considered invalid Revive the dead(Not without a body) Physical: A being of pure fire, she doesn't fear heat based attacks or overexposure to the sun. Physically, she isn't much stronger than the average human, but is incredibly difficult to hurt without properly exploiting their abilities, though it's still possible. Also capable of flight due to being mostly elemental matter, ————————————————————————————————— INVENTORY Weapons: Mostly conjured weapons made from flames. Doesn't carry any physically based ones, herself. Resources/Items(Outerworld): Green jeweled earrings Golden Magical Lamp(Currently no owner) Resources(Planes): A personal palace Hoards of treasure and mystical artifacts(She isn't interested in sharing any of it.)
————————————————————————————————— BASIC INFORMATION ————————————————————————————————— Name: Silfiel Yl'varil Alias(s): nicknamed Sil (called so by her sister and close friends) Description: Short hair, currently dyed brown. It used to be much longer, but she lost it in a fight with some sort of fire beast and it has not grown back yet. Original hair color is golden, same as her sister. C-cup breasts, average height, green eyes, pretty face and full lips. Age: 223 Age of Appearance: 21 Sex: Female Sexual Orientation: Bisexual, with a preference towards women Race: High Elf God: She (sort of) worships Luenna, Goddess of Life. Until now this was never a problem, no matter which world she had ended up in. But now she's in a world that has its own goddess called Luenna... Faction: She is not aligned with any factions yet (due to having just arrived in the world) Spoiler: Background A young (by the standards of her race) adventurer who has the unfortunate habit of accidentally ending up in other worlds and having to find a way home. So far she has visited nearly two dozen worlds (including her home world). While she prefers direct confrontations she's not above sneaking up on people and killing them from behind if she deems it necessary. Sil's latest adventure involved putting an end to a crazy wizard. She was successful in slaying him, but accidentally destroyed a large enchanted crystal as she finished him off. The resulting explosion knocked her out (and likely destroyed the place). When she woke up she was in an unfamiliar world with most of her equipment missing. Spoiler: Family She has an older sister named Enrielle Yl'varil. The age difference between them is just one year. There are quite a few differences between the two: While Silfiel has short hair Enrielle has very long hair that reaches to below her ass; while Sil's hair is dyed brown her sister's is still its natural golden color; while she is barely a C cup her sister is an E cup; while she prefers physical combat her sister prefers to use magic; while she (sort of) follows a goddess and gets some divine spells as a result, her sister has studied arcane magic and has a large repertoire of spells she has learned. Despite all the differences the two are very close. Enrielle is likely to appear mainly in memories, flashbacks, dreams, fantasies and the occasional made-up story. ————————————————————————————————— ABILITIES ————————————————————————————————— Magical: A divine self-healing spell A divine barrier spell that protects her from all attacks until it expires or is destroyed Physical: Spear Mastery Sword Mastery Bow Mastery Dagger Mastery Light Armor proficiency Experienced Swimmer Basic Stealth Basic Intimidation ————————————————————————————————— INVENTORY ————————————————————————————————— Weapons: Elven steel sword and elven steel dagger. The rest of her weapons were lost after the last battle. Resources/Items: A set of Enchanted Leather Armor (Leather Breastplate, Leather Boots, Leather Pants, Leather Gloves) – all pieces are enchanted for better protection and flexibility A rather thin blouse worn under the breastplate Bra and panties made from moonsilk (a material that looks like normal silk most of the time, just a lot more durable. It turns partially see-through under moon light and completely transparent under the light of a full moon) A necklace consisting of a silver chain and a blue gemstone in the center. Enchanted to always show which way is north Added one more skill. No other changes at this time.
————————————————————————————————— BASIC INFORMATION ————————————————————————————————— Name: [rapid series of hisses] Alias(s): Tlazohuitl; Sair Appearance: Age: 103 Age of Appearance: Mid-20s Sex: Male (10" hemipenes in a slit) Race: Snake-person God & Faction: None; newly arrived. ————————————————————————————————— ABILITIES ————————————————————————————————— Magical: - Experienced magic user in several ritual-focused traditions. - Arcane magic user (but doesn't know what he can do with it yet) Physical: - Slightly better-than human abilities across the board. - Armour scales. - Poisonous fangs. ————————————————————————————————— INVENTORY ————————————————————————————————— Weapons: - Obsidian ritual knife. - .45 semiautomatic pistol. Resources/Items: - Small collection of mixed jewellery in a brown paper bag.
