The Realms - Semi Advanced discussion

Name ~ Max Koru

Nicknames ~ Maxy

Age ~ Only slightly younger than mortal life

Race ~ Apocalypse

Alignment ~ Gods, regardless of their side, apocalypse is merely a tool.

Sexuality ~ Pansexual

Relationship Status ~ Single

Powers & Abilities ~
Apocalypse is a weapon of the gods, used to exterminate life. No power can be accessed without the approval of at least one of the gods. Apocalypse is divided into four horsemen, Pestilence, War, Famine and Death. To unleash the full power of apocalypse it would require seven gods to do. A singular god or someone of power comparable to a god, however, can unlock the power of one of the horsemen. Unless these requirements are met Apocalypse shall remain dormant, but if they are met each of these horsemen takes on its own form, as does a full apocalypse. Beyond the powers of being apocalypse, there is nothing that Max can do.

Alliance ~ Apocalypse is simply to be used by the gods.

Appearance ~



Low and behold, the harbinger of apocalypse, he who bears the power of pestilence, war, famine and death! A weapon with which to bring an end to life, a cute wavy-haired blond boy! He has pink eyes, brimming with curiosity. His appearance is unexpected, making it nearly impossible to believe that when the time comes he could be the one to end life in the name of the gods. He dresses rather simply, his shirt is made of vicuna fabric dyed white, so whilst it is super soft (Vicuna makes cashmere feel like a hair sweater) he never refined it so it looks a bit rough, but it feels like how a cloud looks. His pants are just a simple pair of jeans, nothing more, nothing less. Max also wears a purple and yellow bracelet around his wrist, it may or may not have any importance, but he would cry immediately if it were to be taken from him.

Personality ~
Max is very childlike in manner, he is curious, always trying to learn new things about everyone and everything. If you are new to him, prepare to be barraged by a thousand questions per second. It does get him into trouble at times, in the past, he had been turned into the horseman of death and rampaged through a small settlement, killing everyone there because of the fact that he was curious about something or rather someone who happened to be very powerful and wished death upon the settlement.

Max naturally craves social interaction as one would be able to tell as when you say hi to him you have unknowingly bound yourself to a full day companion! One could think of him as a lost puppy in many ways considering the fact that he'd follow around anyone regardless of what they were like. Whilst he can be a pest he can be useful as well, for example since he is a personification of something that is otherwise intangible he makes a great meat shield! If you're strong enough you can even evoke the power of famine which is a superb dieting tool, so him being so desperate for social contact can be beneficial to others as well!

Max has always tried his best to fit in, but once you tell someone that you bear the potential to become the bane of life itself they become rather wary around you - who would have guessed? Often times he will try to act certain way to make someone happy, but the previously mentioned traits always seem to shine through.

One thing that should be noted is that his personality becomes more sullen and calm when he takes on the form of a horseman or full-blown apocalypse.

History ~
Apocalypse, a great disaster bearing destruction and the loss of life. This is exactly what Max was created for. In the event that life became uncontrollable he, the apocalypse was created as a tool with which to bring a swift end to it all. To avoid the event of a singular god making the choice alone his power was sealed and categorised. Whilst a single god would have the power to unleash havoc in the form of pestilence, war, famine or death none would be able to unlock all at once. The seven seals guard the power locked within the being that was dubbed apocalypse. In the event that seven gods came to a consensus, the power of apocalypse could be imposed upon the world. Without the approval of a god or a being of comparable power he would appear to be nothing more than a normal human boy, he could be beaten, battered, but only brought to the brink of death. He would always hang onto the smallest thread as he was still technically the intangible made flesh.

Imagine being born so that you could be a piece in a game of chess, a pawn in the game that is life. That is exactly what happened with Max. He had been thrown into the world to fend for himself until he would be needed by those greater than he. In this world, he was not known as the being that would one day exterminate life but as a weak child who could do little more than sitting around and hoping for someone to want him. He may have appeared to be old enough to care for himself, but that was solely his appearance, it was just how he was created to look. Max had the mind of a small child and was left in a world where if that was the case you were doomed to a grizzly fate.

He lived for many years on the streets, abandoned by the gods who made him and hated by those he lived amongst. The people would throw rocks at him in disgust and whisper words of hate and distaste. It didn't help that he wasn't made to naturally be very large or intimidating, there was nothing he could do to stop them. Eventually, he couldn't deal with it any longer, he left the place that had grown to be the closest thing to a home he had ever had, which wasn't saying much.

After leaving he wandered aimlessly through fields and forests, not knowing what to do as he was never told how to live. Eventually, he came across a small farm owned by an middle aged couple. To begin with, they were rather unsure of what to do, but he was able to convince them to help him. Due to the fact that he was in the state of mind of a child, he looked up to them like a kid would a parent which later lead to them taking him in as though he were family. They already had a daughter who was about the age that he appeared to be. Max seemed to fit in perfectly with them, they rarely had visitors as they lived far from any major cities which meant that he didn't have to worry about getting found.

He lived with them and worked with them, taking care of animals and tending to fields. He had grown to love them, it was the first time anyone had genuinely loved him. His new sister, the daughter of the couple, was his best friend, they spent every free moment together. His mother was tasked with making clothes for everyone in the house and when she noticed that Max never seemed to grow she decided that if she made him something nice, pouring all her time into it, he could have it forever. She worked hard, using the wool of a Vicuna, an animal known for its luxurious fur. Sadly, they aged, but he was free from the constraints of death. In old age, his father did everything he could to make sure that Max would be ready for the rest of the world. With time they came to the ends of their lives and his sister had left to have a life of her own. Despite this he was still given one final gift, the sweater his mother had been making for him, it never got finished, but he went on to wear it every day.

Max was left to live on his own and whilst he tried his best to maintain their farm he wasn't capable enough to do it alone. He later left to try and meet new people, making friends now that he knew how life worked. Things had began to look bright, but it changed quickly when he was told that his sister had passed away of old age. The last person who had ever been there for him for all those years was gone. Despite how little time they had been able to spend together until that point she was his best friend. He had nothing to remember her but a bracelet which, much like his sweater he wears it all the time.

He had felt broken for years, but with time he had learnt to cope with the loss. It always remained a sore topic, but Max knew that he had to try and keep living life. He tried to make friends again, doing whatever it took so that he would always have someone there for him, but anytime he ever told anyone who he really was he usually lost them immediately. This lead to him refusing to ever reveal his identity to anyone lest he knows they would be fine with it.

Transformations ~

War Form

Death Form

Pestilence Form

Famine Form

Final Form: Apocalypse



Likes ~ Talking || Asking questions || Playing games || Cuddles || Sweets || Surprises ||

Dislikes ~ Being ignored || Being alone || Being bullied || Rodents || Suffering || Death ||

Name ~ Kronoria

Aliases ~ Conqueror || Kronos || The Transcndant One || The Ungodly God || Stranger || Coin Toss || Mistress of The Grand Clock ||

Race ~ Majin

Alignment ~ Truly abominably evil

Age ~ Exists beyond time

Sexuality ~ Heterosexual

Relationship Status ~ Single

Powers & Abilities ~
Kronoria wields two powers unaffected by the fifty percent paradox of her Majin powers, time manipulation and plant manipulation. They were achieved due to the path of magic she chose to follow and can be utilised with horrifying power and skill as they were what allowed her to become a Majin.

Alliance ~ None

Appearance ~



As a Majin Kronoria could appear however the heck she chooses she usually looks to be a young woman with flawless skin befitting of someone of such vitality. Her hair is a steely silver, perfectly straight and is quite long, but when she enters flight it often becomes a whipping silver tempest unless she actively suppresses it. Kronoria's eyes are a bright scarlet, filled with the wisdom of an eternity. One who dared look her in the eyes could very easily get lost as they seem to document all history, as in fact, they do. in her eyes plays a hyperspeed version of everything ever to happen throughout time in differing shades of red. Kronoria's outfit is dramatic, to say the least, but the same could be said about most Majin and no one would ever question it lest they wish to die. It consists mainly of blacks and crimsons, but it is also ornately decorated with gold in several areas. She is also a firm believer in the idea that those who cover themselves with heavy armour a merely compensating for a lack of power and is not afraid to bear it all for the world to see as can be seen in her choice of clothing.

Personality ~
Imagine what the personified form of evil would be like. Got it? Now multiply that by ten. Kronoria feels no remorse for anything if she apologises it's solely because she doesn't want to be in a scenario any longer. She would kill a thousand puppies and kittens without a second thought, in fact, she has. She looks down upon the squabbles of mortals with true disdain and finds even the battles of gods to be petty... Bring destruction to all those who are not of darkness? How silly, in her opinion it's a joke. Why destroy everything when you can savour the torturous suffering of each individual being, stretching their pain over an eternity? Anyone who would even attempt to bother her had better be prepared to face more pain than they had even imagined being plausible.

Kronoria is also extremely emotionally unstable. Whilst she can generally seem rather dull and void of all feelings she is bubbling with conflicting emotions at all times, always ready to explode. This can either fuel her or become her biggest downfall and the world can only pray that it be the ladder. If you get especially lucky you might be able to find her more vulnerable side that lies deep, deep, deep, deep, deep within her. Statistically one shall never see it within this life or the next, but you can still dream of course!

Kronoria is, as should be expected, highly intelligent and knowledgeable. She observes time differently than everyone else does and has lived an incomprehensibly long life so she has experienced nearly everything and has a natural knack for memorization. She can calculate things quickly and formulate plans in an instant. Her mind is basically a database of everything that could ever be needed and several other things that you wouldn't need to know, like how to make a waffle look like a puppy without a mold!

Whilst Kronoria is apparently very cold and harsh she can masterfully mimic emotions that most other people would feel. She has in the past convinced people that she was in love just so that she could make their suffering just that much worse. She would gladly lie and deceive someone just to get her way, in fact. she'd likely prefer it as people often feel more wounded that way.

History ~
Kronoria's life began at a time which is hard to place, due to all the time she spent out of the flow of time her personal timeline could end up at any period before or after the gods of the known world. She was born to a woman of lower class and a man who had left far before Kronoria had even been considered a possibility. At this point in time, there had been a mighty time and agriculture god named Kronos after whom Kronoria was named. Her mother was a mage, she wasn't at all competent, but she had enough magic ability to help herself get through the day. Sadly it wasn't at all helpful to her newborn child.

Kronoria was hated by her mother, she was just another mouth to feed, a squealing little pig that kept her up at all hours of the night. It hadn't even been a year before her mother had considered literally eating her daughter for sustenance, sadly she was caught by authorities before she could finish slow roasting her over an open dumpster fire. Somehow she was able to convince them to allow her to keep Kronoria in her care despite her awful behaviour towards the child.

As Kronoria got older her mother would leave her to her own devices, going on escapades of her own while the four-year-old child tried her best not to die in the streets. For the most part, Kronoria would just sit there and cry quietly, and she would sometimes be given things out of pity, but no one ever took any further action. Chances are that she only was able to survive was because her mother was never there because if she were she would simply have taken anything offered to her daughter for herself.

One night her mother had returned with a smile, a cold, uncaring, broken smile. She scooped up her daughter and left their little corner of the street. She had met a rich man and was able to seduce him despite her unsightly form. The man had a son a few years older than Kronoria herself and to be blunt they both wished death upon the little girl. Now, whilst the man was a normal human and her mother was magically challenged her new "brother" was a talented magic user. The man her mother forced her to call her father did everything he could to make her life a living hell and her "brother" would use her as a practice dummy for his magic. Her mother, of course, just continued on, as usual, either ignoring or attempting to inconspicuously kill her daughter.

Eventually, Kronoria had learnt that she could do magic by simply mimicking what she saw this so called "brother" of hers doing. The amount of natural proficiency she used it with blew him out of the water to the point that he looked like a fool, but she kept it to herself, afraid of what might happen if she told anyone. She would practice day and night so that she could one day save herself from this awful life. When everyone else was asleep she would sneak away to read about magic. One of these nights she read about the stories of legendary mages who achieved magic that made gods seem like child's play, the Majin. Supposedly you could become one by completing a singular path of magic to the fullest extent and then performing some sort of ritual.

Kronoria suffered through all the abuse laid upon her for several more years so that she could practice magic and learn about it in the private library of her wealthy "father". She had followed the path of the magic of a certain pantheon, particularly a god for whom she was named. She learnt all the magic it had to offer and had become a master of time and plant magic, the signature magic used by the god, Kronos. Her final job was not a simple one, she had to use this magic to produce a replica of Kronos' scythe and then run herself through with it, ultimately leading to her demise. With this, she became a Majin. Despite the boundless power she wielded she was held bac by one thing, the omnipotence paradox. For one to be truly omnipotent they must envelop every possibility, including failure. This meant that her chance of succeeding or failing with a spell was fifty-fifty. Using the real scythe of Kronos would better her chances of success, but none the less she would always have the chance that she would fail and do the exact opposite of what she wanted.

Kronoria used this great power to lengthen a second into an eternity and bound this supposed family of hers in an alternate pocket of reality where she had full power. She tortured them, allowing them to suffer the way she did, bringing them to the brink of death, but then letting them die alone, in isolation. She was a true monster. Shortly after she left the world behind and entered the realm beyond realms. The true Majin exist in a plane beyond reality where the smallest of distances is an infinity. After countless eternities, which passed as mere days in the realm of the Majin she chose to observe the world up close. To enter the real world again she did what all Majin must do and divided into infinite pieces so that her size (As in the realm of the Majins she would be composed out of infinite infinities) would be sustainable for the world. Her new, mentally broken self was ready to bestow upon the world what it had bestowed upon her. Suffering.

Weapons ~

Suffering blade - (The sword is shown in the image for appearance) A blade forged out of metal, bathed in the light of purgatory, a single paper cut sized wound from it is enough to paralyse the average person with pain.

Scythe of Kronos -

Kronoria's weapon of choice would have to be this, she can't always use it, but it is by far superior to her sword. The weapon itself can cut through anything and charges vast amounts of energy into the opponent causing them to explode it the scythe is left in too long. Some legends say that it could even kill an immortal. Its main use however, is to greatly increase her rate of success with magic.

Likes ~ The suffering of others || Power || The fear of others || Hate || Evil ||

Dislikes ~ The righteous || Weakness || The poor || Joy || People who deny her what she wants || Monkies ||

Name ~ Aya Hyūga

Race ~ Shinobi

Alignment ~ Good

Age ~14

Sexuality ~ Asexual

Relationship Status ~ Single

Appearance ~



Aya has a rather cutesy appearance, she isn't overly pretty and she's far from drop dead gorgeous, but she has a childish look to her. She has extremely straight dark brown hair that is kept up and out of her face. Like all Hyūga Aya has pale lavender, almost white eyes without pupils. She can use the Byakugan because of these unique eyes and the arteries around her eyes become more prominent when she uses it. She is slightly tan and has naturally red cheeks that make her seem to be even more full of life than she actually is.

Personality ~
Aya Is very, very, very, very lively. She is always peppy and cheery regardless of the situation, even when faced with tribulations she will always keep trying until she can't even move. You can always count on her to try and brighten someone's day. Like many people in her family, Aya is naturally talented, She is smart, a good leader and quick on her feet. Aya is extremely kind and adores to be social, she would gladly have a conversation any random stranger.

History ~
Aya wasn't born in Konoha like most of her clan, but actually in Hoshigakure where her parents had been sent to play an ambassador-like role. Being born to the Hyūga clan meant that she was instantly respected by those around her so she was well liked by most the kids her age. She grew up before the banishment of the Mysterious Peacock Technique, which meant that alongside her gentle fist and Byakugan training she was also being taught to use the star chakra. She had been a genius in all aspects of combat, mastering all of them at a young age, however, an issue arose with time. Star chakra was dangerous and harmful to the mortal body. Due to how well practised she was with it, she couldn't be drained of its power. She could use it to great extents and be able to synchronise it with her own insane reserves of chakra. Despite that hit greatly lowered her stamina. She could be described as a bomb in battle, for a period of time she is absurdly powerful, capable of great feats, but afterwards, she really can't do too much. The chakra had even begun to directly affect her health, but due to how overbearing her natural chakra was it had little impact.

When Aya was older her family moved back to Konoha to be with the rest of the Hyūga. It was far larger of a town than Hoshigakure and far more filled with life. She had heard stories of all the powerful ninja that resided there and was excited to see for herself what it was like. Aya loved her life there and when she had heard of the chūnin exams she couldn't wait to take part in them, but sadly she wasn't allowed to, her parents, despite knowing her talent, were too worried about her health to let her partake. She was heartbroken and wanted to prove them wrong. She worked tirelessly to perfect her family's signature technique, the gentle fist. She also worked on her other skills, but she was, by her clan's standards, unbeatable. She had gone as far as to master the Eighty Gods Vacuum Attack, the ultimate form of taijutsu to be obtained through sheer control of chakra. She wanted to guarantee that she would be able to partake in the exams without her health declining, but her parents continued to turn her down so she was held back to be a genin. Some people thought that she might end up being the next Kosuke Maruboshi, the eternal genin because of how protective her parents were.

Weapons ~
Whilst it is rare for Aya to use weapons as she prefers to use different forms of Jutsu, but if she must she'd use senbon needles.

Likes ~ People || Training || Helping Others || Sweets ||

Dislikes ~ Cruelty || Evil || Being called weak || People who waste time doing nothing ||

Others ~ Aya can use the five main chakra elements || Her summon is a scorpion ||

Name ~ Aiwass

Race ~ Astral being // Embodiment

Alignment ~ Neutral

Age ~ As old as thought

Gender ~ Ambiguous, however, Aiwass usually goes by he, but doesn't mind being referred to as she either.

Sexuality ~ Pansexual

Relationship Status ~ Single & very selective, but open.

Powers & Abilities ~
Aiwass is somewhere between godlike and a worm. Aiwass embodies knowledge and exists in a plane where mental acuity reigns supreme. Being so powerful in the astral plane can make him quite close to unbeatable, but the issue remains... Who in gods name is in the astral plane? Just about no one, that's who. The best he can do is affect someone's mind, allowing him to ever so slightly alter their senses by way of their mind. Even this is weak though, he can only cause slight changes, making himself visible to them and making himself seem semi-corporeal so that a person can feel a dull imitation of what it would feel like if a real person were doing what he was. If a person is willing, he can link with them and use them as a funnel for his power, he can create small disruptions in the real world this way, It would allow him to use a minuscule fraction of his power in the real world to help someone else.

Alliance ~ None

Appearance ~



Aiwass is rather bland appearance wise, he has long, slightly wavy hair that flows down just past the middle of his back. His eyes are a dull green that almost appears to be grey. Aiwass looks to be both masculine and feminine in ways, many of his features leading to much confusion. Even Aiwass' outfit is plain, it's a dark green hospital gown-like piece of clothing lacking any form of detail or shoes for that matter. Another thing to note is that he likes to float around upside down, he can go upright whenever, but he finds it peaceful to be upside down.

Personality ~
One word that summed up Aiwass very well would be utter genius. Imagine the most intelligent person you can think of. To be blunt Aiwass made them seem like they just underwent severe mental trauma and have amnesia to such an extent that all things they had learnt have been wiped away and the damage was so immense that they could never learn again. He embodied all knowledge, all that has ever been thought, said, done or otherwise was recorded in his mind. If it happened he knew about it. Every secret a person may have had was known by Aiwass. He could calculate the probability of any event occurring in a fraction of a second based on all current or past occurrences matched with an exact percentage of possibility.

Aiwass' own personality is nigh-indistinguishable from the part of him that is an archive of knowledge. He himself has difficulty differentiating between his own memories and those of others. Due to this, he is fairly emotionless and dull. Aiwass is very calm and collected, he never acts violently on his own accord and only fights to protect himself and even then it is rare for him to harm someone as he prefers to just defend. After his heartbreak long ago he is even more closed off emotionally than he was originally.

History ~
Aiwass burst into existence in the astral plane directly as the first thought was thought. At the time he wasn't much, little more than a singular idea, a mass of intangible astral energy, but as the horizons of the world grew so did the spread of knowledge. The longer time went on the more knowledge there was, allowing Aiwass to take form. For centuries he was weak and unable to communicate with the people of the real world, but eventually, he was blessed with enough power to affect the minds of the people he so longed to be one of. He knew everything about them, wielding infinite knowledge about each individual. Aiwass was overjoyed to be a part of the real world, or as overjoyed as he could be that is, which pertained of a vacant smile and distant gaze. He would do his best to seem likeable, but his attempts were often in vain as he seemed so artificial of a person, which he was, everything he did was based on a statistic rather than an actual emotion or personal thought.

Long after his ability to make people perceive him came to fruition, he met someone, a man who intrigued him. He seemed to be impossible to predict. Despite the fact that Aiwass knew everything about this man, he was unable to guess what he would do next based on his past actions. This man was emotionally lead, which made him act without thinking which is why t was so hard to guess his actions. Aiwass became infatuated with the man who seemed to be the complete opposite of himself. He seemed interesting. Aiwass had begun to watch him and him alone. They became friends, the best of friends at that and were inseparable. Aiwass was reliant on this man, around him he felt the ability to act himself which was new to him. The man, however, turned out to be a criminal. He killed and stole as little more than second nature and having the help of Aiwass the ultimate database of information was a great benefit for his endeavours.

Aiwass helped him find out when places would be safe to go and would point out every weakness in every person who opposed them. However, many years later the man was ageing, not quite elderly, but no longer in his prime. He was faced with countless opponents who wished to kill him for his crimes. Even with the help of Aiwass, nothing seemed to work. Aiwass had tapped into the deepest reservoirs of power he had to help the one person he loved, but nothing worked, in a final attempt to save him he used his power to temporarily materialise himself in the real world and took a sword through the heart. From there everything was a blank, he returned to the astral plane and the man died, but no one would know. If you ever feel like you are forgetting something from that period of time it's likely because that part of existent knowledge was gouged out of reality when Aiwass was stabbed that day. He was broken by the loss and never fully recovered. He hoped to one day find someone like that man but doubted there would ever be such a person.

Likes ~ Knowledge || People || Emotions || Being upside down ||

Dislikes ~ Stupidity || Being ignored || Loud noises ||

Name ~ Youkou Akai

Race ~ Human

Age ~

Alignment ~ Good by technicality

Sexuality ~ Heterosexual

Relationship Status ~ Single and to selfinvested for love

Powers & Abilities ~ Based on her heritage it was actually a shock that she had no powers at her disposal. Her brother inherited her mother's abilities and her sister inherited her father's. Youkou, however, was only granted immense latent power, she could be used as a walking fuel tank for another person, but nothing more. To compensate she uses "artefacts", items with special properties, to defend herself. Amongst these are Gungnir, Muramasa, Joyeuse, the ring of Gyges and The Hand of Glory to name some of them.

Alliance ~ The Crimson Cabal

Appearance ~

https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/...

Youkou is elegantly beautiful, bringing a level refinement to any room she enters. She has dark eyes, they are the colour of rich mahogany. They are deceiving, they hold a warmth to them, something that makes people comfortable around her, something that causes one to believe that she could do no wrong when the truth is quite the opposite. Her hair isn't very long, but it does have some length to it. Her hair is usually tied up loosely, but when she lets it down it falls gracefully just past her shoulders in soft curls with several shades of brown that differ ever so slightly. Despite her age, she remains forever youthful, this is due in part to her meticulous care for her looks, but it doesn't hurt that she naturally has flawless skin. Youkou is always clad in shades of red, be it scarlet, crimson or carmine. She is well dressed, befitting of her societal position. No one would ever catch her, dead or alive in something revealing or baggy regardless of the situation or circumstances.

Personality ~
Youkou wouldn't be herself if not for her cunning, she can react quickly in a crisis whilst maintaining a level head. Her entire life was dedicated to being perfect which meant doing whatever it took to take down those who were doing better than her. She forges plans with unprecedented complexities and such secrecy that they can be nigh impossible to carry through yet she always seems to make everything work in the end due to meticulous planning. It's this trait is what earned her a social standing of her own that would be immortalised in time long after that of her family has crumbled.

Another thing about Youkou is that she seems to lack remorse. To the public she appears to be a very emotionally guided person, however, the issue is that she is just a good liar. Murder, blackmail and bribery are nothing but means to an end, in her mind, there shouldn't be a need for regret unless you fail to reach said "end". It doesn't matter who you may be if you get in her way you better be prepared for a fury that would make Hell seem like a pleasant walk on the beach. Even her family wouldn't be safe from her wrath.

History ~
Youkou was born to an interesting set of parents, two people of rather intriguing descent. Her father was a powerful human mage, said to have been a descendant of a Majin, hence his natural aptitude for magic. Her mother was a whole new level of spectacular. A beautiful woman; fallen from the heavens themselves. She lived amongst the stars, birthed on the sun itself. She had hair of flickering gold flames and she had a warm glow to her. Both were powerful beings and so were their children. That's right, Youkou was not alone. Each sibling was born a year apart, first was her older sister, a skilled magician and her younger brother who had become a being much like his mother. This left Youkou, who's power did she inherit? The answer is neither. Whilst she possessed monstrous amounts of latent power she could do absolutely nothing with it. She had no abilities, perhaps if someone could draw upon her latent power she could become a reservoir for them, but she herself was weak and frail.

She grew up in a world of magic and wonder, even her own family was special. Her mother had left to return to her home, but she was still a part of their family and came to visit regularly. Her siblings were praised by all those they met, but Youkou was often overlooked as the failure child despite the fact that she excelled in everything she tried. She loved her siblings with all her heart, but they caused her to constantly be overshadowed. With age, she earned herself respect, but it paled in comparison to that of her siblings. Her brother had risen to become something of a celebrity and her sister was on the rise through society, climbing the political ladder which was a major moment in the lives of many...

Youkou believed that to be recognised for her achievements she would have to become perfect and no one was as close to that as her sister, she needed to in a way become her sister, but that would be impossible. Or would it? Her sister continued to climb through society as Youkou stayed put, scheming, trying to figure out how she to could become great. She worked to create a group that could help her out. This group was dubbed the Crimson Cabal. They were an exclusive group of people chosen to help her carry out her plans.

One night, she and her sister were at a party, her sister donned a pristine white dress, something that would prove to be a mistake in the time to come. This party was crucial to her sister's goal of becoming a member of the grand council which is what made it perfect for Youkou's plan. Part way through the night the more crude people she had recruited charged in, posing as raiders. To be blunt they brutalised several party goers, but amidst the chaos walked a man in midnight black armour complimented by blood red accent and a scarlet plume on his helmet. He walked towards Youkou's sister who had expertly been fending off several opponents. He effortlessly bashed away anything thrown at him before impaling the woman on his sword as though it were a simple act. Youkou then took on her role. She flawlessly played the role of the horrified relative. She used this moment as a platform. Once the "criminals" left Youkou used the situation she had fabricated to leverage the social climate. With time she had taken up her sisters spot, but then went even further. Eventually, she even achieved a spot amongst the grand council. Youkou was never even considered for the crimes and she hadn't a care in the world about it, it was nothing more than a way to advance.

Likes ~ Social events || The colour red || History ||

Dislikes ~ Failure || Mediocrity || The colour green ||

Name ~ Amelia Chandler

Race ~ Human

Age ~ 16

Alignement ~ Neutral

Sexuality ~ Heterosexual

Relationship Status ~ "I can have anyone I want whenever I want."

Powers & Abilities ~ Amelia wields both telepathic and telekinetic power. This pairing is pretty well perfect for her considering the way she likes to do things. She can read your thoughts as well as manipulate them to some degree. Her telekinetic powers aren't as well suited to her as the telepathy, but it's still understandable as to why she'd be skilled with them based on her natural talent with manipulation.

Alliance ~ "I have no alliances, who do you think I am Mother Theresa? Fend for yourself, you sad little nobodies!"

Appearance ~



Amelia, the stereotype of beauty, well kept golden blonde hair, without a single strand out of place. She has sparkling blue eyes, much akin to polished sapphires that hide a very manipulative personality. Her skin is flawless and tanned, but not too much so. Her sense of style is preppy and the materials reflect her wealth, but one thing is always the same regardless of her outfit choice and that would be her red hair bow.

Personality ~
Amelia is the typical mean girl, a true Regina George times fifty-three. She's shallow, caring about little more than your than how you look. Amelia is also very manipulative, enjoying to watch people struggle with little situations she sets into actions. To Amelia, the world is nothing but her candy store, full of sweets and nothing is beyond her budget. She is spoiled and bratty, no one is allowed to be better than her and if they are she'll cry so that they feel bad about it.

History ~
Amelia's life was extremely simple, her father was sickeningly rich, if she wanted anything she got it, no questions asked. People were expected to do what she told them simply because she told them to. If something bothered her she would quite literally throw money at it until it dealt with itself. There was nothing that got in her way and everyone learnt that the key to survival was just to let her do what she wanted. Amelia enjoyed starting problems among her family's maids and butler in her free time just for something to do. It wasn't hard for her considering the fact that she could casually read their deepest darkest thoughts on a passing whim. She did whatever she pleased whenever at the age of nine she was going places alone where most adults wouldn't walk around without having a knife... And an armed envoy of eight.

Likes ~ Shopping || Money || Sweets || Manipulating others || Money || Making others respect her || More money ||

Dislikes ~ Poor people || Anyone unsightly || Being told what to do || Being inferior ||

Song ~ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SVFHB...

Name ~ Aquilon Marx III

Aliases Aquilon the Ever-living || Tyrant King || Abyssal lord || Master of Death ||

Race ~ Lich

Age ~ 79, 463

Sexuality ~ Heterosexual

Alignment ~ Evil

Relationship Status ~ Single & unlikely to love someone

Powers & Abilities ~
Beyond the powers typical for a Lich of his latent stature Aquilon wields two abilities that simply back up his others. First is teleportation. It isn't exactly teleportation, to be honest, but it has similar principles. His skin begins to flake off of his body and his figure is enveloped in black smoke as his entire being crumbles. The small pieces begin to move in the direction slowly before reaching immense speeds, allowing him to travel great distances quickly. This same process happens in reverse as he reaches his destination. Alongside this, he wields a unique ability dubbed unholy exemption. He is not dead nor alive existent or inexistent, he may take physical form and all, but he falls not into the realm of any gods. This makes him immune to any direct harm from them. They can harm him indirectly, but they can't simply blast him out of existence.

Alliances ~ He pretends to serve the gods of destruction

Appearance ~



Aquilon was a handsome man and still is, but it's because this form is no longer his own. Becoming a Lich is a lot of hard work and sadly it results in the loss of a lot of beauty sleep. To compensate for the hideous form it gave him, he possessed his grandson Corin Marx II. Corin is an attractive young man, to say the least. He is pale from having spent his own life locked away in his grandfather's tower, but he seems to have some sort of ethereal appeal because of it. Due to the fact that he is possessed by his grandfather, his eyes are crimson in colour with slits for pupils, but originally they were a rich gold in colour. His dual colour hair is another feature that stands out and he uses the black section to cover a scar running across his face. Around his eye that can be seen are markings, that, in their era had meaning, however, in this era they have been reduced nothing more than fanciful tattoos. The outfit was chosen by Aquilon and is quite dramatic. It consists of a cloak with a flared collar, a white dress shirt and black pants with tall boots. all of it together makes for a fairly attention-grabbing outfit.

Personality ~
Aquilon was a calm man however, he sank into madness. Generally, he can keep his cool and seems almost unnaturally calm, but certain things could set him off into a rage. Famed as the tyrant king he is also quite controlling, whilst he can no longer give out orders as he killed every single living being under hs dominion he is very manipulative and assures that things will go his way. Aquilon can also be cruel, in the past, he had actually allowed his grandson temporary control over his own body, let him find love and then rose from the young man's body and brutally murdered his lover just for his own enjoyment. Aquilon also indulges himself in whatever he pleases whenever he pleases, regardless of how it affects another person.

History ~
Prince Aquilon Marx III son of King Aquilon Marx II and Queen Corina Marx was a happy and playful child who grew up in a warm and loving environment surrounded by finely carved stone walls that were always shone upon by the sun. His life was never difficult, or at least it wasn't for a while. When Aquilon was ten his kingdom was attacked. He and his parents were captured by an enemy of their peaceful nation. They had been held as prisoners for two years and his uncle ruled in their absence. Over the first year he was chained up and treated awfully, even being tortured on the odd occasion, but his parents bore the worst of it. They were tortured, beaten and had countless other unspeakable things done to them. Aquilon was had to watch each and every one of these things be done until eventually they were killed right in front of his very eyes. He was only ten years old when he was forced to watch the death of his own parents. The next year was spent with all the torture focused solely on him, but towards the end of the year, he had escaped in a way that remained a mystery to all. All he had were the rings of his parents, a large and ornate one, symbolising his right to rule that belonged to his father and a simple and rusted one that belonged to his mother and her mother before her.

Aquilon Marx III, age twelve set out to find his way home. He tried to find his way home, but he was a kid and hadn't been "home" for two years. All he knew was that it was a nearby kingdom. He was convinced that both gods and angels had forsaken him and turned his back on such things during his voyage. Aquilon journeyed for an indefinite amount of time before finally coming across the gates of his long forgotten home. Guards flocked over to see what the commotion was at the gates only to be greeted by the young prince age thirteen, gaunt and weak from 3 years of solidarity, starvation and trauma. They allowed him passage and brought him straight to his uncle, who he - after receiving medical attention, recounted the events of the last three years too.

Aquilon for ten years seemed relatively stable, had married and been crowned king of the country. All was well and the kingdom flourished as it had under his parents rule. he always wore the rings of his mother and father on the same hand right next to one another. Sadly it was directly after these ten years that he began his downward spiral. On his 24th birthday, he was visited by a long time ally of the kingdom. They hadn't been in contact, however, for three or four decades. The king of this allied kingdom had made a disrespectful remark about the last rulers he remembered from Aquilon's kingdom. His parents. This struck something within him. He lost all inhibitions and let loose on the man leaving him severely injured. things like this began happening more and more often afterwards. By the age of forty, he was named the tyrant king. He had killed many people for merely muttering something even relating to his family. Aquilon had ordered for the execution of his own loving wife who had asked him why he couldn't live on as himself without his parents. The only family he had left by the age of 70 were his daughter in law who had suffered a fate not too unlike his own and his grandson Corin, named after Aquilon's own grandfather. Those were the only two people who had survived his entire reign.

When Aquilon reached the age of 78 he became paranoid, convinced everyone was out to get himself, his daughter in law and his grandson. He had commissioned the construction of a massive tower and the recruitment of mages far and wide. He took his remaining family to his tower, which was an inky black spire that pierced the skies. He disliked the thought of even being within the reach of the gods which is why he had gathered users of magic. Aquilon had turned to a magic of his own, a grimoire of seemingly infinite spells of dark magic. He used it to kill and drain countless mages of their life and magic. He used their very essence to fuel a darkness that shrouded him from their watchful eyes. As time went by even his loved one fell under suspicion. He used whatever he could find in his grimoire to lengthen his life and eventually found the most forbidden of magic. He found a way to become a lich, a being that walks the line between life and death.

Aquilon was willing to do anything to become one of the mighty beings so he sacrificed every last citizen of his kingdom to achieve this form. His offer of safety was given to one person. After seizing the body of his grandson, making his body ageless for the time being he offered his daughter in law the chance to join him. He told her that together they could purge the world of humanity and even, with time defeat the gods, but she wept, she had grown to fear him. At one point she understood his pain, she always knew that what he did was wrong, but her pain was much like his. Her telling him to stop what he was doing crushed what little humanity remained in him. With the form of a Lich, he wanted to see what he could do. His life bound to his mother's ring and all mortality thrown to the wind she was terrified of the man who she once called her father. He killed her using his own power, but the body of her son.

Aquilon had learnt to control his power and even bound the souls of his long passed parents to their rings, but for some reason could never bring himself to fully revive them. Despite how powerful he was he was still so very weak. He had regained his past calmness and intelligence, but something about him remained off. The mere mention of either his parents or daughter in law would cause him to crumble and if someone dared graze one of his rings he would dispose of them and then spend the rest of the day in a deep-set depression.

Aquilon was barely human anymore all that mattered were his two rings, one was a symbol of his past and all that was left of his father and the other held the life of both he and his mother. Everything was about those two things. If someone had ever taken them he would do anything to get them back even if it meant being their servant. Aquilon spent an eternity in his tower where gods nor monsters would never see him. Every now and then mortal adventurers or heroes would come to try and kill him for fame and glory, but all of them had died slow and painful deaths. Some said that in the cellars of his tower the walls were coated with bones of the countless people he victimised.

Aquilon began to plot the downfall of the gods that had bound him to his awful life and it all began in one place. War. He would wait however long it took for a war of the gods and he would use it as his chance to finally get his revenge. When Hyo, the god of destruction rose from his slumber Aquilon knew it was his chance. He feigned a pledge of fealty and joined him. He planned to bring down all the gods and then if possible he'd even take down the gods of destruction if they were weak enough after. His plan may have been impossible, but all his being was devoted to it so even if it failed he'd just wait however long again to retry. His position under the gods of destruction is much like that of a general, his power allows him to command legions and his specific nature of power makes him the perfect opponent for their enemies the gods of creation.

Transformation ~



This depicts his true form, that of a mighty lich. His decayed flesh clings tightly to his skull and his eyes glow an icy blue. He still dons his crown atop his head and his rings are those of his parents. This is what is seen when he emerges from the body of his grandson.

Likes ~ Himself || His Grimoire || His rings || Death || Suffering || Darkness || Power ||

Dislikes ~ The gods || Almost everything else ||

Song ~ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3HxS_...

Name ~ Laurelei

Race ~ Xana & Spriggan (Variations of Faerie)

Age ~ Unknown

Sexuality ~Asexual

Alignment ~ Neutral

Relationship Status ~ Single

Powers & abilities ~
From her Spriggan heritage, she can manipulate the winds and to some extent weather patterns, but the ladder is quite difficult as she isn't a full Spriggan. It also granted her the ability to alter her size, naturally, she is only about 7.5 cm or 3 inches in height, but she can either become the size of a child or a fully fledged giant. Staying in her presence for extended periods of time can also cause illness, the longer one is with her the more severe it becomes. From her Xana heritage, she gained both enchanting beauty and musical talent, including the song of the Xana. Along with that she also inherited the ability to walk on air when at her natural small size. Beyond her genetically inherited powers, she has no abilities to be noted. (In other words, she has the powers of her species and nothing more)

Alliances ~ None

Appearance ~



The most obvious thing to note about her appearance is that she is tiny. Not in the way that she goes around saying, "Oh my, I'm so short, all my friends are taller than me!", but in the way that she could comfortably stand in the palm of your hand. She can alter her size, but that normally on lasts a short while which is why she doesn't do it too often. Laurelei is pretty as well, something that is to be said about every Xana, however, she is horribly self-conscious about how she looks as she is part Spriggan, a species known for being horrifically ugly. She will always deny her beauty, saying that she is far from attractive, convinced that her Spriggan genetics are more prevalent. Laurelei has extremely long (relatively of course) blonde hair that falls in soft curls down to her ankles. In her hair are decorative plants with bright red berries that are actually quite delicious. Her eyes are an extremely pale silvery blue with a slight green tint to them. She is pale in complexion with pink cheeks and a dress a light shade of pink.

Personality ~
Laurelei is super social, but she isn't very loud and boisterous. She prefers a calm conversation with other people. She can be a tad mischievous, but for the most part, she is very kind to others. Laurelei is also extremely self-conscious as was previously mentioned. She will deny any compliment on her appearance no matter how sincere. She is convinced that she is ugly and is far from beautiful. She like all Xana has a knack for knowing how worthy one is of her aid. She also gets along quite well with children and will often lure them into the forest to play games, but it worries parents when their children vanish for hours on end.

History ~
Laurelei is the product of an unusual relationship, her father a Spriggan, a grotesquely ugly and quite mean in nature and her mother an extraordinarily beautiful Xana who helped all weary travellers she came across. Her mother was convinced that she could change the cruel ways of her father and her father was plainly happy to have someone so beautiful as a wife. The two were oddly paired yet somehow made each other quite happy. Laurelei luckily was born with her mother's looks rather than her fathers.

Many people never really recognised this fact, but her family was actually quite rich. Both Xana and Spriggan faeries are known to stash treasures so together her parents had accumulated a sizable wealth. This never helped her make friends though, most people shunned her for being such a peculiar fusion finding her to be strange and odd. Even in a world where species got along, she was strange and out of place, she didn't fit in with all those around her. She was never overly liked and for her, much of time faded together into nothing more than a compilation of lonely and sad memories. She tried her best to fit in with other people, but it was rare they ever accepted her.

Eventually, she left her home in hopes that others wouldn't notice her heritage. It seemed to work, but after all those years she became quite self-conscious and never really got over it completely. Most people would mistake her for a full Xana, but she always thought that she looked like a Spriggan. She spent most her time at night playing her handheld harp and singing along with it. Her musical talent is what she truly prided herself on. Her voice is naturally enchanting and can be even more beautiful when she uses the power of a Xana. Every night and early in the morning she could be found deep in a forest making beautiful music. Due to her being part Xana, however, her voice has driven several people who were impure to insanity after suffering the pain of her voice, but bringing a feeling of serenity to those of purity. Beyond this, her life was never particularly notable, all time had once again blurred for her and she ends up where she ends up as far as time goes.

Likes ~ Music || Forests || Helping others || Conversation ||

Dislikes ~ Bullies || Being alone || Loud noise ||

Name ~ Zenobia Apollyon

Aliases ~ The Final Being || Heaven-Piercer || Bearer of The End || Mistress of The Starry Skies || Lady of Finality ||

Race ~ Goddess of endings and the heavens

Age ~ Several eternities

Sexuality ~ "I loathe all that the mortal world has to offer and merely tolerate those who think themselves immortal."

Alignment ~ Evil

Relationship ~ "Such things are a waste of my time! It's a wonder I have not ended them all..."

Powers & Abilities ~
Zenobia is immensely powerful, the very heavens bend to her every will. Starry skies and stormy days can be attributed to her. Whilst other gods may have power over certain aspects of the heavens, Zenobia's word, is, like her other aspect, final. Zenobia is even more famed for her title of the goddess of endings. All things must eventually come to an end and that is her duty, to ensure that all things at some point end. Her power to bring an end to something isn't infinite, but it strengthens as it becomes closer to some things natural end. She is said to have existed through several recreations of the universe as she needed to be there to preside over their ends.

Alliances ~ Whatever benefits her in the moment

Appearance ~



Zenobia's appearance is often unexpected by mortals who think her to be either purely angelic or like a monster, but she is neither. She appears as a young girl with long blonde hair and eyes of glowing jade. One of her eyes remains hidden behind an eyepatch which is worn due to the fact that it possesses the blinding light of the red sun Antares. She also always carries around her Lance, a weapon which is said to be the item with which she brings upon the final end. Once thrown the Lance can not be knocked out of the air and will return to the user after being thrown.

Personality ~
Zenobia was never the peppiest person, but as her life went on, experiencing the ends of several universes, she slowly became more and more pessimistic. Usually quite blunt, she isn't one to spare a person's emotions. Zenobia likes to be dramatic in hopes of adding at least some enjoyment to her dull life, but often times she gets bored of it and gives up on her dramatics after a short period of time. Zenobia is known to want things to come to an end quickly, hence the reason she chooses to help the gods of destruction, with whom she is often associated with, in hopes of speeding up her final goal.

History ~
Zenobia's history is ever extending, but the first few eternities will just be briefly summed up. She was born at the very origin of all realities, old as the earliest of creations. Her purpose was to preside over endings and to rule the vastness that was the heavens. Zenobia had originally been a gracious goddess, who provided warm sunlight and cool rain and only ending things when it was necessary. In one recreation, with a whole new set of gods from the first, she fell in love, she spent a thousand lifetimes with this person, but eventually had to end their existence. It was this that made her into the pessimistic person she is. After a time she ended up in this current timeline. She oversaw the end of nothingness and continued to oversee such things. Nothing really meant anything to her, she knew that once again she'd have to end things all over again. As the goddess of the heavens, she carried out normal duties but began to cause storms and hurricanes with greater frequency. When she heard of Hyo returning she took it as her chance, perhaps she could destroy everything, bringing the end even closer so that she could wait for the next recreation with all new people. She functions independently of them and does not let them order her around in the slightest, but she lends them her help when she sees it fit.

Likes ~ Very little...

Dislikes ~ Basically everything

Alyra Light Nova. An extraordinary young lady birthed by two unimportant parents, they were considered nothing but worthless pieces of trash, easily being disposed of. However their three children were another story. The eldest son, the only son, retained two personalities, one more powerful than the other, thus marking him as the leader of an organization named entirely as The Unknown. Anything of this organization remains til this day unknown except for the leader. Alyra Light Nova, a very dangerous individual, known for making a god slayer seem nothing short but a normal human being is known for having "unlimited" amounts of power, but whether such a claim is true, remains undiscovered.
Her abilities are remarkable, basically unique. Some even claim that she may be a child of the Gods, however she has no divine aura seperating herself from mortal man. She is considered a full grown woman by her peoples, despite her being only a seventeen year old girl

VOREL AESTHYR

Reinforcer: Although this ability would contribute mostly to a demonic/angelic child. It was granted to Vorel for unknown purposes. In lamest terms this ability allows her to manipulate the divinity and the demonic in an angel or a demon, possibly dragon if she tried hard enough. Additionally, this ability not only grants great strength, abilities, and control over numerous variations of divine-demonic powers, but also allows them to overwhelm weaker demons and angels as well as rival that of powerful entities.

Apparently a dragon and a demon thought it was a good idea to go at it in the woods somewhere. However seeing as how this beautiful creature came to exist, however painful it was. It was worth every scream from the mother, and the broken hands from the father, or perhaps when he fainted. Vorel Aesthyr meaning "beautiful woman" in her language, is at most accordingly false. Why? Indeed the halfing is beautiful making both men and women stop in there tracks and watch the intimidating woman pass by. Its because not only is she a stunningly beautiful woman but she is also fierce and extremely dangerous. Her long burgandy hair cascades down her back in thick glossy waterfalls, almost like the explosive bursting of flowing molten magma. However why she decided to keep her thick leg length waves into a pony tail was a complete let down for most. Vorel has a extraordinary figure with the perfect amount of curves, everywhere on her delicious body. However just because she's an average girl in height her legs are stupendiously long and well curved. With just the intimidating outfit to match, basically screaming "What you see is what you gonna get." No questions asked kind of outfit. However, her outfit is not what it appears because its her actual skin! This is what happens when a demon and a dragon mate. A humoniod woman with dragon like scales on her legs, a dragon tail two times bigger than herself, two powerful horns of a demon over the ridge of her head, demonic markings located all over her body in certain areas, and a dragonic/demonic left arm with the ability to shoot out any fire type power, and then the little fallen angel wings against her shoulder blades. Some people would think she was exotic but in truth its just how she was born. Her eyes are a different story, one eye is a reptilian slit, the slit being all black and the ring being a faint green whil the rest of the eyes is red, the other eye is a black pool of demonic unholiness, still however, with the eye being red except for the pupil

Vorel is quite the easy going touch-me or annoy me i'll kill you kind of package. Being the only one year old Queen of Dragons she is a bestowed upon her a deadly kind of vibe. A mature wisdom not even the oldest elves could dream of, a purity so totally unpresendated its a bit melodramatic, and most of all a demonic aura that circulates through her blood. Tempting her to strike at anyone who contradicts her commands or demands. Echoing thoughts of slaughter through the barren deepness of her mind. Scorching her words with venom and gallor. However, Vorel has rare chances of being a delightful young Queen. Sitting on her throne, legs crossed over the other, tail swaying dismually side to to side, and her eyes speaking "I do not trust you, and neither shall you." She has the grandest trust issues no living mortal or immortal man, woman, child, or beast could ever have. Even if she knows you more above anyone else her trust will never be gained, least of all her heart, she doesnt have no walls, or a stone or ice heart to melt or bloom, or extinguish.

My Past, my present, and my future is meaningless to the likes of you. Its simply nonexistent. A dark hole you crawled into against your own will.