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Gender: Male (He/Him pronouns)

Age: 15

Species: Human

Allegiance + Religion: This person's faith in the four kingdoms' ability to provide safety and suitable living conditions is completely depleted, with an approval rating of approximately 0%; is also pro-anarchy. Currently atheistic.

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Personality: Arioch exudes a positive and amicable demeanor, which belies his exceptional skills and knowledge for someone of his youth. Despite his seemingly innocent outlook and a penchant for preaching about whimsical creatures with magical powers, Arioch harbors a deeply analytical nature, often observing people with an intense scrutiny, even resorting to stalking to glean more about them. Lacking proper education, Arioch remains naive and inexperienced, and this, coupled with his intense scrutiny, often creates distance between him and others, who find it difficult to trust him. Nevertheless, Arioch strives to maintain a friendly facade, and he seeks to form connections with others, even though few individuals are willing to remain close to him.

Personality Type: No.

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Description:
[]Height: 153 cm / ~5 ft
[]Weight: 46 kg / ~101 pounds
[]Skin Tone: Pale; slightly tanned
[]Hair Style: Short, messily cut
[]Hair Colour: Light beige
[]Eye Colour: Dark crimson
[]Clothes: Arioch's outfit is centered around a green hoodie with a large frog design on the front. The hoodie is made of soft, plush material that provides a cozy and comfortable feel. The frog's large eyes are embroidered with shimmering thread, giving the design a playful and whimsical touch.

Underneath the hoodie, he wears a crisp white shirt with long sleeves that are folded neatly at the cuffs. His dark green pants are fitted and made of a durable material, allowing him ease of movement during his work. His dark brown leather boots are sturdy and laced tightly. However, upon closer inspection, one might notice faint blood spatters on various areas of his clothing.
[]Accessories: A scabbard with many vials of poisons and chemicals hanging from it, and containing a light metal rapier and a pistol crossbow, is attached to Arioch's hoodie.
[]Other: Arioch's rapier and pistol crossbow is imbued with Chemical magic, allowing it to start fires when directed to.
(only the crossbow itself is affected, not the crossbow bolts)

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Magic Affinities: 0 (+0)

Magic Content: 0

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History: Arioch was born into a family shrouded in mystery, and he spent much of his childhood poring over ancient texts in libraries. At the age of twelve, he developed an interest in science and chemicals, sparked by an obscure manuscript written hundreds of years ago. The manuscript had been a family heirloom for generations, and Arioch became determined to decipher its secrets.

A tragic turn of events saw his parents disappear, leaving Arioch to take on their job as executioner. It was only by chance that he finally decrypted the manuscript, after hearing a criminal's final words.

From that moment on, Arioch devoted his life to exploring the secrets of science and chemicals, and he became known as a master of poisons and potions. However, his thirst for knowledge led him down a dark path, and he eventually took on the job of an assassin. Not much is known about his whereabouts or activities since then, but rumors persist that he is responsible for the disappearances of several notable figures.

Sexuality: Homosexual

Voice Claim: uh i'll have to figure this out later (never)

Gender:
Female (She/Her pronouns)

Age:
17

Species:
Elf, though she has traces of Water Fae DNA in her

Allegiance + Religion:
Claims to have none.

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Personality:
A cold, reserved person that responds to danger with apathy and indifference, Lunaris is extremely hard to approach and even harder to strike up a conversation with. With her mind and emotions mostly being either frozen in stasis or controlled externally, she has little to no compassion, though her determination is rather notable. One can only wonder what truly is Lunaris' personality, locked away by fragile layers of manipulation.

Personality Type: No.

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Description:
Height: 171 cm / ~5.6 ft
Weight: 55 kg / ~121.2 pounds
Skin Tone: Eerily pale
Hair Style: Long, slightly wavy
Hair Colour: Snow white; dyed a rich lilac
Eye Colour: (Naturally) Purple
Clothes: Lunaris wears an elaborate, multi-layered, extremely frilly black funeral dress with many intertwined layers of midnight blue netting and a pair of black silk gloves with white fleur-de-lis patterns.
Accessories: A pair of diamond-shaped earrings and a crown of black flowers, normally roses.
Other: Her outfit glimmers enough to be noticeable when using magic. A list of her weapons are listed at the bottom, and her backstory talks about how she got them.

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Magic Affinities: Soul is strongest, followed closely by Chemical and Air. Life is weakest by a large margin.

Magic Content: Lunaris has a magic content just above the maximum, at 5050. This is mainly due to her (very mildly) mixed genes. She is adept at minimizing damage caused to herself when casting a spell.

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History: Lunaris is exceedingly secretive about her past, and it works wonders in ensuring that not a single soul knows of it. She often claims to feel apathetic about it, and it is true to some extent. Many years ago, Lunaris received an irrefusable offer and received the Seven Banes of Justice for a reason that is and will remain hidden from all. No one dares to inquire about her motive, and yet everyone believes that they know exactly why. Lunaris herself claims that the only reason she accepted the terrifyingly dangerous offer was to 'reunite with a lost one precious to her', but any and all memory of said person would have already been put to stasis by the mind-bending abilities of the Seven Banes. And yet, even after all that happened, Lunaris continues to search, even after a mysterious event that ripped her sanity to shreds.

Sexuality: Bisexual

Voice Claim: Raiden Shogun [English] / Genshin Impact



Lunaris' Seven Banes of Justice: (all weapons can be summoned by Lunaris at her will at the cost of her sanity)
The Ego Inanis, a razor-sharp dagger capable of slicing through the hardest of materials. It drains the emotion and vigilance of anything it penetrates.
The Vita Avarita, a weighted, ornate crossbow that ceaselessly fires seeking darts. The bloodthirsty darts drain away the vitality of everything it makes contact with, and has a taste for fresh blood.
The Entrancing Ambrosia, a crushing battleaxe that emanates love-inducing gas when swung. All who inhale the vapor of love itself are destined for eternal grief and rejection.
The Envy's Scourge, a verdant whip that leaves a trail of negative energy in its wake. Legends speak of the whip's utterly incredible lengths it would go to hunt down those with greater power than itself.
The Intertwined Lilies of Voracity, an eternally damned scepter that desires the flesh of life. Its acutely corrosive magical beams allow it to consume living beings without relent.
The Gruesome Vexations, a velvet pouch filled to the brim with infernal manifestations of wrath. When opened, sanguine horrors or different shapes rush out and brutally rip apart anything in their sight.
The Inertia Eternal, a levitating crystal that exudes lethargy. It conjures various hexes and curses in a futile attempt to transfer energy from living beings into itself.

Overview

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Ooh, don't you find it strange?
Only thing we share is one last name

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Name:
Lysander Voronova
Veawdirn - blood family name; he changed from this to voronova to honor his owlin blood and to spite his family.
Voronova - russian word for all corvids, such as crows.
Lysander - greek word for liberator

Gender:
Cismale | He/him

Age:
24 years old

Species:
Lysander is dominantly fae, however his owlin
traits are very much obvious in terms
of appearance and his lack of magic.

Allegiance + Religion:
Though secretly an atheist, Lysander reluctantly practices the Quenian religion as dictated by his family.
He does not agree with its superiority ideals.

Lysander is aligned with the elves/fae.
His family has strong ties to the By'lth, much to his distaste.

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Psychology

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Did I beat you at your own game?
Typical of me to put us all to shame

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"I guess I do need some sugarcoating, don't I?"

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+ astute, witty, loyal, intuitive, strategic
= solitary, skeptical, bitter, perceptive, wry
— cynical, reserved, vindictive, cold, misanthropic
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A highly clever but introverted character, Lysander is often locked up in his own private rumination, and prefers to keep others at a distance. His methodical working style, which dictates logic and routine, is not necessarily for everyone. He tends to approach problems systematically, breaking bigger problems into smaller pieces that he can deal with easily. As a nod to his corvid race, Lysander is highly in tune with his mind, to his benefit. He is quick to identify and analyze patterns and trends, and he isn't above out-of-the-box solutions. In essence, he is the very definition of all brain and no brawn. In tandem with his mental acuity, Lysander is in possession of a wit whose purpose is entirely determined by context alone. In general, his wit is dry, and in times of strife, his humor can take a dark turn. Most people misinterpret his sardonic words as mocking or irreverent, but that is far from the truth. In reality, he takes every situation seriously, but he comes off as blunt in a way that is misinterpreted as callousness and insensitivity.

The corvid is slow to befriend and trust, his bitter demeanor creating an outer shell around him that is hard to breach. He sees the worst in people, and braces against betrayal by keeping up a constant vigilance. The kindest of his acquaintances call him reserved, those who dislike him call him paranoid. It's hard for him to lower his guard, and once he does, it seems that most of his discomfort stems from being vulnerable. Once his trust is earned, Lysander honors his friendships deeply. In truth, Lysander is fairly perceptive of his partner's emotions, and tends to see more than he likes to let on. He prefers to keep his reticence, thinking that actions speak louder than words. A stoic observer, Lysander is willing to sit down and listen to others peoples problems, pondering in respectful silence before offering a solution. When relaxed, his humor is not as biting, taking on a sly, teasing quality. Still, it's hard to describe him as warm.

His aloof behavior comes with a certain level of fear, of secret mistrust. Even though he keeps a calm and coldly charming demeanor, his thought impulses quickly spiral into worse-case scenarios and worry. Lysander is pretty defensive by habit, never truly relaxed, and always investigating. The slightest coalition prompts his interest; the whisperings of rumors always reach his ears one way or another. He is hyper-vigilant. Most of the time, his fears are unfounded. He knows how to make surface-level conversation to deflect suspicion, but his penchant for honesty and bluntness means he is more than capable of laying down hard criticism. Don't mistake his anxiety for submissiveness; Lysander knows how to keep a cool head while tearing into someone's psyche at the same time. Unfortunately, this tends to bring about the exact situation that he goes to avoid.

It's hard to earn his trust, but it's even harder, if not impossible, to regain it. Once betrayed, Lysander quickly becomes an enemy for life. The corvid is unrelenting to the point of ruthlessness, more than willing to hunt down and exact vengeance upon the poor unfortunate who crossed him. A betrayed Lysander is fiery and snide at best, openly vicious and murderous at worst. This penchant for brutality when he is crossed is often unexpected, as most people readily assume he does not have a temper readily on display. His words begin to snarl and bite, sinking into his opponents' weaknesses and tearing them into shreds. In the aftermath however, guilt haunts him incessantly as he inevitably mourns those lost relationships. He often times catches himself thinking about what they could have been if things had gone differently, a cycle of melancholy and somber thinking.

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Welcome to the family jewels
Coal to diamond, sold to fools

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Personality Type:

ISTJ/INTJ, 5w6, 6.3.1, Aquarius
The Architect | The Troubleshooter

Architects are full of contradictions. They are imaginative yet decisive, ambitious yet private, and curious yet focused. From the outside, these contradictions may seem baffling, but they make perfect sense once you understand the inner workings of the Architect mind. For these personalities, life is like a giant game of chess. Relying on strategy rather than chance, Architects contemplate the strengths and weaknesses of each move before they make it. And they never lose faith that, with enough ingenuity and insight, they can find a way to win – no matter what challenges might arise along the way.

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Physiology

Lysander, by all accounts, is far from being considered physically robust, his figure built with lean angles and elongated limbs. Due to his owlin heritage, he is pretty tall, coming in at a little under two meters. His bearing is erect and wary, his eyes darting about as if he expects something to go wrong at any moment. Lysander's status as a hybrid is downright obvious, the experiments he was subjected to having changed in every physical way possible. His skin is fair but crisscrossed with scars usually hidden underneath his clothing. Instead of normal human eyes, Lysander's eyes have black sclerae, golden pupils, and black irises. Extending just below his shoulder blades is a massive pair of wings that stand out as the most overt indicator of his avian genetics. His wingspan is colossal, easily three times his height, and extends nearly twenty feet from wing tip to wing tip. His feathers are jet black and shine like polished gems.

Similarly, ebony plumes curl up like smoky tattoos around his eyes, wrists, and neck. Going downwards, one will often be surprised that his legs resemble and feet form talons instead of standard human feet. His skin turns black around the knee area, brightening to a deep slate gray with his talons. A similar pattern can be seen on his forearms, stretching slightly below his elbows. Due to their curved shape, Lysander's claws are more than capable of tearing flesh and dealing dreadful wounds. Thankfully, Lysander only really uses his talons as landing gear, built for gripping walls and branches. His face is considered somewhat angular, similar to a pear. His ears are pointed like an elf's, and a tuft of feathers sprouts behind his ears. He has no problem communicating his decisive nature, eyes conveying truth at a glance.

The hybrid has reluctantly adopted human fashions and wears a long beige trench coat with a hood to hide his unusual features. Whenever possible, he flies high in the sky out of human sight, taking advantage of cloud cover. He's even gotten a pair of earrings; he claims it's to help him blend in, but in reality, it's because he cannot help hoarding all kinds of shiny objects.

Height: 185 cm (6'1)
Weight: 6 kilograms
Skin Tone: Pale and fair
Hair Style: Lysander's hairstyle is ruffled and spiky, yet it gleams like polished onyx. It's prickly shape is an allusion to his prickly nature. [ xxx ]
Hair Colour: Lysander's hair is pitch black like crow's feathers
Eye Colour: Lysander's eyes are an unusual sight with black sclarae, golden irises, and a black pupil that dilates and shrinks according to his moods. [ xxx ]
Clothes: beige trench coat - formalwear - boots
Wings: Jet black and massive, they are a sight to behold. Though intrinsically beautiful, they are a source of stigma for him, as they are the main aspect of his owlin blood that he is unable to hide on a constant basis. Additionally, due to their size, they make agility and mobility in tight spaces on the ground difficult.
Other: earrings

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Pass the parcel, wrap, unwrap, and open up the locks
Out come flying all the secrets of Pandora's box

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Magic

[ 0 affinity | 0 content ]
— former aerokinesis user —
Due to his owlin curse, Lysander's magic became significantly weakened as a child
before disappearing completely as an adult. This means that unlike other fae, he
is completely powerless.

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Oh, you think I'm unfit
Little did you know that I was cut for it

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History:
"Expectation is the root of all heartache"
- William Shakespeare

[wip]

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No glass slipper will ever fit
'Cause I could never see a diamond in it

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Sexuality: Bisexual
Voice Claim: Troy Bakers - Dr. Banner (Avengers)

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Family said that I decided to live a loveless life
Is it my fault we stay divided? 'Cause I got too much pride

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Trivia
- Sometimes, it's hard to tell if he's making a sarcastic quip or being absolutely serious. Unless you're on his good side, Lysander usually refuses to clarify.
- Absolutely despises the elves for their immorality, during Phillipa's reign. He sees their posturing as both wasteful and hypocritical.
- Largely averse to killing and eating birds

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Relationships
[thyrsis veawdirn] - father - negative

[eriphyle veawdirn] - mother - neutral

[isaiah] - brother - neutral/positive/regret

[calverus veawdirn] - half-brother - neutral-negative

[cado albistel] - cousin - negative

[calin albistel] - cousin - neutral

this but with pants underneath