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   • 𝗕𝗔𝗦𝗜𝗖 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗘𝗠𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗧𝗘

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         B     E     A     K     E     R

yes, they brought a cat

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Beaker has never been granted VIP access to the brian cell domain, and therefore is a cute little kitten with no more substance. A bundle of fluff to throw at your enemies. A cotton ball to squeeze until it pops. A true gentleman of a car.

Disclaimer: Please do not throw Beaker at any enemies. Cookie will slice you up and feed your magical remains to the shadowfog.

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         C     O     O     K     I     E

no, we didn’t say only one

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Cookie is the most reserved and don’t-touch-me-cat there is. She will pretend she wants your attention, only to receive it and rake her claws down your hand. She is a protective momma car when it comes to Beaker, even as the little fluff is not her own.

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         L     U     M     I

really? a dog, too?

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Lumi is a very outgoing and intelligent truck. (Cars and trucks. You get the drift or you don’t.) She can sense shadowfog approaching before most Luxians can, trained to alert the Squad when it’s approaching. She leaves the cars alone, as she prefers the people over the other animal companions.

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⠀⠀20⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀female⠀⠀⠀ runalithe⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀navigator⠀⠀⠀ pan ace⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀alchemy
   

Emillie is highly intelligent, and a skilled alchemist and inventor. Her curiosity isn't reserved to only science, however. She has also always been curious about magic, and the concept of combining both science and magic. She's generally a nice person, but if you interrupt her in the middle of important work, she's liable to lose her temper. She's not an animal person and is unhappy about the squad bringing pets on their mission. If you flirt with her, she might ignore you, or maybe flirt back, depending on her mood. However, if it gets physical, she'll probably punch you.

  

Emilie is 5'5" with wavey brown hair that she often pulls back in a low ponytail while working, brown eyes, and faint freckles.

Emillie wears mostly browns and tans. She generally wears pants and boots. She also often wears vests.

  

Emille grew up in Runalithe. Her paternal grandmother had been from Voxthain, and her stories of life there always intrigued Emillie. The Runalithe looked down on the use of magic, but Emillie always wondered if it was really so bad. her Voxthain grandmother passed when Emillie was eleven, and after that, she became even more obsessed with the idea of magic.

As a teenager, Emillie began experimenting with alchemy. She also tried using magic a few times, but all her attempts seemed pitiful, due to her knowing practically nothing about how to do it. Still, she kept experimenting, although she kept it a secret.

After her parents were killed in an accident when she was sixteen, Emillie moved in with her aunt and uncle, who were extremely strict. She found it harder than ever to experiment with magic, but they had no objections to her pursuits in science. She spent a lot of time working on chemistry, as well as on several inventions. However, she also enjoyed playing pranks with her cousins.

When she was a little older, she tinkered with standard navigation equipment, making it even better. This caught the eye of the squad, who needed a navigator. Emillie was happy to join and save her country from the shadowfog. She fulfilled her role of navigator but wanted to do more. Basically since joining the squad, she's been trying to help the technomancer, who is not interested in her assistance.

 

Being from Runalithe, Emillie has never really used magic. However, she has carried out some secret experiments, unconvinced that using magic is really so bad.

 

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ALPHA'S OC TEMPLATE | Sahir Ambrose Colley

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Name [ sahir ambrose colley ]
Name Meaning [ 
- sahir has an arabic origin and means 'sorcerer'
- ambrose has a greek origin and means 'immortal'
- colley is an english last name meaning 'dark' or 'blackbird' ]
Nicknames [ sahir (normal), rose (hated nickname), mr colley (professional address) ]

Age [ 28 years old ]
Birthdate [ september 27th ]
Birthstone [ sapphire ]
Zodiac Sign [ libra ]

Birth Gender [ male ]
Current Gender [ male ]
Pronouns [ he/him ]

Planet/Moon [ lux ]
Continent [ faerûn ]
City [ runalithe ]
Affiliations [ runalithe squad ]
Affiliation Description [ The squad sent to steal magic from Voxthain and Asterath is comprised of people who meet the necessary qualifications to succeed in their mission. ]
Rank [ magehand ]
Rank Description [ The Magehand was brought on with the initial purpose of finding magical objects with the most magical potential/essence and now that things have shifted to murder they’re more of an last defense-- the one that they will throw to the wolves in case of danger. ]

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Austin Abrams

  

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Appearance Description [ Sahir is five feet and 8 inches tall. He has blonde medium-length hair. His eyes are green-blue. Sahir only dresses in dark academia aesthetics. ]

Personality [ eloquent, impressionable, naive, reliable, wishful ]
Favorite
- reading books
- having conversations
- early mornings
- tea
Likes
- being with people
- learning
- practicing
- sunrises
- sandy beaches
Dislike
- being alone
- death
- dueling
- snow/cold
- wet shoes
Strengths
- active listening
- team player
Weaknesses
- lack of assertiveness
- being too sensitive to criticism
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Sahir is and eloquent put-together gentlemen. He's wise and knows what he's doing. He's very impressionable and naive making him an easy target for lies and manipulation. Even so, Sahir is very hard-working and reliable, he gets his jobs and assignments done well. Even with everything in his life, Sahir is still very wishful, wanting more then he already has been blessed with.

Sahir is very much a morning person. You can find him awake before the sun rises and you might find him asleep immediately after supper, unless he has an assignment to finish. He loves to drink all kinds of tea, its basically his version of a coffee addiction. The only correct answer for his favorite pass time is reading books, most commonly spell books. Having conversations is also an amazing thing to Sahir, since he enjoys to socialize and feel accepted.

Sahir likes sunrises and sandy beaches. (I know it sounds like a romance novel, but that's it for that). He also love to learn and practice magic. Being the insecure Magehand he is, he has an irrational fear of being discarded or hated so, he finds comfort in enjoying the company of other people.

Sahir hates being alone for longer periods of time. The thoughts and fears usually get to him after too long. He also doesn't like death, he doesn't fear it but he doesn't like to think about killing or dying himself. He hates dueling and the thought of hurting other people though, he will do what is necessary to survive himself. He despises the cold and snow, he hates the feeling of wet shoes.

Sahir isn't a terrible team member, he's a team player. You give him a task and he'll do it to the best of his ability. He'll help out however he can as well. He's also a very active listener, you may not think he's listening but he is. Sometimes that's good, sometimes not.

Sahir isn't all butterflies and rainbows, he lacks assertiveness making it easy for him to be pushed around and bullied. He doesn't stand up for himself and will do anything and everything he's asked because he wishes to please everyone. He's also too sensitive to criticism, he worries that if he does something wrong, everyone will hate him for it and he'll be booted from the team, or worse killed on the spot with everyone in the squad enjoying the scene.

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Sexuality [ straight ]
Relationship Status [ single ]
Crush [ none ]
Boyfriend-Girlfriend [ none ]
Husband-Wife [ closed ]

Family / Important People

[ melody colley
mother : deceased
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Lexi Abrams

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[ gabe colley
father : deceased
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Bradley Abrams

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Dependability [ 8/10 ]
Honesty [ 6/10 ]
Intelligence [ 9.5/10 ]
Memory [ 9.5/10 ]
Stability [ 8/10 ]
Accuracy/Aim [ 9/10 ]
Attack [ 7/10 ]
Defense [ 7/10 ]
Reflexes [ 6/10 ]
Speed [ 6/10 ]
Stamina [ 7/10 ]
Strength [ 7/10 ]

Notable Magic [ Abjuration, Conjuration, Illusion, Transmutation ]
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Key:
| ⋆⁺₊⋆ 🌕◯◯◯ ⋆⁺₊⋆ | - can go very wrong when attempted, little to no practice time, very exhausting
| ⋆⁺₊⋆ 🌕🌕◯◯ ⋆⁺₊⋆ | - medium preformance, rarely practiced, kinda draining
| ⋆⁺₊⋆ 🌕🌕🌕◯ ⋆⁺₊⋆ | - well-preformed, sometimes practiced, a bit draining
| ⋆⁺₊⋆ 🌕🌕🌕🌕 ⋆⁺₊⋆ | - well-preformed, often practiced

✦ Abjuration: defensive spells and wards

| ⋆⁺₊⋆ 🌕🌕🌕🌕 ⋆⁺₊⋆ | - [ ★☆☆☆☆ ] — physical shield around a single entity
| ⋆⁺₊⋆ 🌕🌕🌕🌕 ⋆⁺₊⋆ | - [ ★☆☆☆☆ ] — arcane lock (magically locked room, cannot access without using magic)
| ⋆⁺₊⋆ 🌕🌕◯◯ ⋆⁺₊⋆ | - [ ★★☆☆☆ ] — nondetection (muffles sound, obscures sight slightly)
| ⋆⁺₊⋆ 🌕◯◯◯ ⋆⁺₊⋆ | - [ ★★★☆☆ ] — dispel magic (depending on level of magic already in place)
| ⋆⁺₊⋆ 🌕◯◯◯ ⋆⁺₊⋆ | - [ ★★★☆☆ ] — banishment (moving someone or something away, teleporting others)

✦ Conjuration: creating/conjuring creatures and objects

| ⋆⁺₊⋆ 🌕🌕🌕◯ ⋆⁺₊⋆ | - [ ★☆☆☆☆ ] — telekinesis
| ⋆⁺₊⋆ 🌕🌕◯◯ ⋆⁺₊⋆ | - [ ★★★☆☆ ] — teleporting (harder the further the distance)
| ⋆⁺₊⋆ 🌕🌕🌕◯ ⋆⁺₊⋆ | - [ ★★★★☆ ] — create food/water

✦ Illusion: creating disguises, sounds, visuals, visions, nightmares

| ⋆⁺₊⋆ 🌕🌕◯◯ ⋆⁺₊⋆ | - [ ★☆☆☆☆ ] — minor illusion (creating a sound or light that isn’t actually there)
| ⋆⁺₊⋆ 🌕◯◯◯ ⋆⁺₊⋆ | - [ ★★☆☆☆ ] — dreams (make someone have a nightmare to wake them up without touching them, or a good dream to keep them in a slumber)
| ⋆⁺₊⋆ 🌕◯◯◯ ⋆⁺₊⋆ | - [ ★★★☆☆ ] — disguise self (difficulty depending on the length of time and complexity of the disguise)
| ⋆⁺₊⋆ 🌕🌕🌕◯ ⋆⁺₊⋆ | - [ ★★★★☆ ] — invisibility (depending on how long and how many entities are under the spell; you are still a physical entity)
| ⋆⁺₊⋆ 🌕◯◯◯ ⋆⁺₊⋆ | - [ ★★★★★ ] — silence (removing others’ abilities to cast spells and making them unable to speak)

✦ Transmutation: changing something’s form/how it interacts with the world

| ⋆⁺₊⋆ 🌕🌕🌕🌕 ⋆⁺₊⋆ | - [ ★☆☆☆☆ ] — mending (fixing small wounds or ailments on living things or nonliving objects)
| ⋆⁺₊⋆ 🌕🌕◯◯ ⋆⁺₊⋆ | - [ ★★☆☆☆ ] — vision (allowing someone to see clearly in the dark or grants resistance to bright lights)

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A Childhood of Books and Wonders

Sahir was born in Runalithe. He grew up there, his parents encouraging him to do what he wants with his free will as they spent their days in factories for work paying him no attention.

His interests as he got older drifted from toys to books and Sahir began reading, becoming literate at a young but not unreasonable age. He learned simple spells quickly, learning to heal and mend things quickly.

The older he got, into his preteen years, his magical abilities and interests grew. He began searching for books detailing spells that he wished to learn and powers he dreamed of harnessing. In school however, he was a social outcast. The kids disliked and bullied him for learning magic instead of focusing on the physical things in front of them. They called him names, ripped pages from his spell books, and threw him around until he was terribly bruised.

The Shadow Storm

Life began to change as he got older, starting his teenage years, the shadowfog appeared. Sucking the life from the magic and people on the edges of their continents. The threat started small, until it grew.

Even so, Sahir's life remained normal. He huddled in a cave alone, studying spells and practicing them. Then going to school, studying the engineering and principals the continent believed in, then returning home and returning to his own private studies.

The shadowfog slowly took over, as cities began to start falling to it, people realized, this was an actual threat. Short chaos erupted, people wanting to protect themselves. When control was regained, life returned to normal for youth as the adults began to fight.

After graduation, Sahir was required to join the fight. Being on the front lines beside his parents. While on the line, Sahir didn't have his books, but he utilized his magic the best he could. It was the only thing that saved him, as the shadowfog claimed both his parents but not him.

Becoming Accepted

The situation became dire. The people of Ruthaline were trapped. They needed magic to survive. Recruiters for the cause began making a team, one that would hopefully give them a last fighting hope. As the team was built, Sahir got an invitation. One asking him to join the team as a Magehand, one to locate magical objects that could potentially save Ruthaline from shadowfog. Eager to help, Sahir accepted.

For the first time in his life, Sahir was accepted. People admired his magic, the powers he'd spent years of his life learning and being bullied for having. He loved the attention, the way they showed him kindness and the fame it gave him.

Leaving for the mission, he left his home to serve his city with new fame. But as the mission went on, he wasn't as popular with his team. as the mission changed from targeting objects to people, Sahir realized, this was killing. He realized this was a crime. He knew they would get caught. He knew this would mean trouble.

Wanting to maintain his image, Sahir kept serving with the team. But he felt discarded, he was left out of missions and plans now that he wasn't needed to find magical items anymore. He felt like a back-up item. He wonders why he hasn't been sent back to the front lines in Ruthaline because of him magic.

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sahir is approved

   
   
     𝓐𝓵𝓲𝓪𝓷𝓷𝓪 𝓒𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓬𝓸
   
⠀⠀23⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀female⠀⠀⠀ runalithe⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀leader⠀⠀⠀  hetero⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀evocation
   

Alianna is a two-faced snake. She's cunning, sly, and charms anyone she can, usually successfully, to get herself in places and access to information she's not supposed to have. A stellar liar, the woman is smooth and has a wicked good poker face, easily hiding her true motive behind a sweep voice and cerulean eyes with fluttering lashes.

The woman is bad: classist, rude, ableist, and homophobic, but with members of her crew she pretends she's pretty much none of this unless, of course, people feel the same.

As the leader of the Runalithe mission, she's very goal-oriented and unafraid to do dirty things to get the magic that their city needs. However, Alianna is a vain, power-hungry, and greedy individual who has a hidden agenda: she wants the magic for herself, and has, really, no care about saving Runalithe or anyone back home. Why would she, when she only cares about herself? She already murdered her parents when the failed to protect her younger brother, and he was the only one she cared about. Alianna wants power that she felt was denied her, and as she's skilled with magic and alchemy, she wants it all.

The woman is a sadist, taking pleasure in making others suffer and hurt. That being said, she doesn't show this darker side to her personality to her crew much, and instead makes every decision in a calculated way--what best serves Runalithe, sure, but also what best serves her. She feels cast out and betrayed by her family and home country/city, and desires revenge. She's very arrogant, spoiled, and yet, very dedicated to what she desires. She also has the ability to be very patient in waiting for what she wants, and is quite intelligent with science, chemical, and biology, though she also loves magic and craves its power.

Alianna can be very flirtatious, and is not afraid to use that and her beauty to get what she wants, or violence. The woman gets a bit of a thrill from it, too, and while she does send her team in to do most of her dirty work, sometimes, she wants to do it herself, and Alianna is skilled with using knives, magic, and chemicals she creates to get the job done. She's ruthless, cruel, and efficient, and skilled at hiding away anything she wants to keep out of her team's knowledge--such as her past and her true desires and personality. To them, she's simply a tad arrogant, likes a clean workspace and base, but if they look close, there's something sinister behind her eyes. She doesn't hide the fact she has no qualms about killing people to get their magic, she just pretends it's all for the cause. All for Runalite. Not about revenge. Not about her own desires for planet domination. Not at all.

  

Alianna is 5’ 4”. Her skin is pale, face is dusted with a light coating of freckles. She has blue eyes that can look white in the darkness, with a slightly rounded face. She’s often caked in makeup, reds or oranges. She has wavy, thic, medium-shade blonde hair and is often worn down or in a ponytail, pulled back. Her hands and feet are smaller, and her body and build are slimmer, as well, and she is petite, which is one thing she really dislikes.

She loves to look perfect at all times, often dressed in brighter colors of reds and golds, or at least she did before she left. Now, she still wears pristine makeup in those shades around her eyes, but wears what she has to blend in for her mission. She used to love gowns and dresses.

  

Alianna was born in Voxthain, to two noble parents who spoiled her endlessly, as not only was her father a noble, but he was on the Council. While Alianna's father was respected by a lot of the nobility, he was not the best Council member. Eadric was bit classist and had a bit of a drinking problem. It made a few people sniff in distaste towards him as well as his family, but they were still wealthy. She had known of the shadowfog since she was very small, and always hoped it would stay away from Asterath and Voxthain, and her father was very overprotective because the shadowfog killed one of his sisters.

Thus, Alianna was really spoiled--all she wanted she got. The best educations, foods, clothing, training with her magic. She was also told by her parents she would become a brilliant Councilor despite it being an elected position, as Alianna was a good student with a very smart mind for sciences and magic, and was able to fool most people into thinking she was a good person. From an early age, she had darkness inside her. Alianna was spoiled, believed in the hierarchy, and was power hungry. She would always mistreat anyone in her family's house and get away with it under threats, and she hated anyone who threatened her.

This led to Alianna being a very strong bully of other nobles and children of Councilors, anyone she was around, and she hated the people simply because she felt as if they should not have a say in the Council. She thought only nobility should be permitted, and so she would bully anyone who was a Councilor who didn't come from a noble background. When she'd take walks through Voxthain and Asterath, she'd hurt the common people because she felt she was better and wanted them to know she saw them as worthless.

She had a special loathing towards anyone who was disabled or queer, because Alianna was heterosexual so she believed everyone else should be, too. The woman amassed a small posse, and targeted people while acting so gracious and charming around her parents and other Councilors and noble families in public and at events, as well as Cogsworks.

The person she bullied the most was a woman her age, Caledonia Hayden. Both their parents were nobles and council members--and best friends--except for one small thing: Cal was common born. She was adopted, and that pissed Alianna off, and because the people loved her. She fought for them and against the nobles and Councilors when she became one herself.

When Alianna was fifteen, she made her first kill. She had long been interested in using magic to harm people, and creating magical concoctions and poisons, but she did so hidden away in her room. But now, she was in love with a noble who was dating a different woman. So, using her poisons, she killed the woman, making it look like a freak accident. She comforted the nobleman, played her part almost too well, and ended up getting together with him. But when she was seventeen, Alianna told him the truth about his previous girlfriend, thinking to do so to gain more love and trust. He was furious and horrified, and so, Alianna did the hardest thing she has ever done: murdered him and made it look like something else. It was the one death she still somewhat regrets, but it solidified her as a horrible person.

Since then, she's gotten meaner and colder, and was more determined to become a Councilor and one day maybe even take over Voxthain. But, Alianna didn't have the best reputation, and was too arrogant to realize it would cost her. When a Council seat opened up, Alianna was convinced she would replace him at eighteen.

But when Alianna was not elected because of her reputation, she was furious. Because Caledonia was. So, vowing vengeance on the people who had failed her and hated her and on Caledonia, who had stolen Alianna's rightful spot, she fled Voxthain for Runalithe despite knowing the shadowfog was slowly consuming the planet.

So, she stole supplies, food, potion ingredients and spellbooks, her knives, trade items, and a magical transport ship, and left. In Runalithe, there was so much more technology, and she felt her heart soar. It was fascinating to see what they came up with and how she could use it to her advantage. She found a job as an assassin by night and scientist by day in Runalithe, and sought to find a way to gain power. She fell in love again, murdered more people...and became very freaked out when the shadowfog became even more of a threat. Alianna also yearned more revenge, so she spent her whole time in Runalithe also figuring out a way she could go back, murder her father who didn't stand up for her when she wasn't elected, and murder Caledonia Hayden.

But when Runalithe was called upon to steal magic to save their city, Alianna jumped at the opportunity. She had, over the past five years, crafted a new name and new life for herself, Artemis Vaughn. Because this, here, was what she had been waiting for--she was stronger now, and she wanted the magic for herself. Screw Runalithe, where her boyfriend dumped her and she had to murder him, where nobody gave her the respect she deserved. She could doom Voxthain, she could kill and drain her nemesis, and she could, unknown to her crew, steal the magic for herself. She could rule Lux. Only her. Start a war, a revolution.

So she became Artemis Vaughn, leader of the Runalithe crew, and has been plotting and scheming for months, waiting to bring Lux to its knees, bowing to its new empress. TBD what she's doing between the plotting and killing and draining.

 

Magic: Evocation:

— fire manipulation

— air manipulation

Other Skills:

— sciences

— technology

— potion crafting

— using knives in combat

 

nemesis - Caledonia Hayden - councilor - mine

She hates her and wants her dead. It started out as childhood bullying and turned into Alianna wrecking her life and out for blood because Alianna is a classist monster. They never got along.

father - Eadric Calico - Voxthain nobility - mine

She doesn't love him, but pretended to to his face. Really, she uses him for personal gain and would kill him if she deemed it necessary to her goals.

aunt - Esmeralda Delacroix - voxthain nobility - @bella

She doesn't love her, per say, but she knows her worth and likes that she is wicked like her. Alianna is in contact with her and gets her help with the murders.

 

*template credit: Bella and Rory
*character: mine, please do not copy!
*redone character

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asterath infiltrator
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24 years young, female, panromantic demisexual, no magic


Lillianna March was a sweet girl from a little village in rural Faerûn. She loved to braid the hair of the other girls in her village and she would bake muffins with her mom to hand out at the weekly worship. She knew that one day she would follow in her mother's footsteps and become the village's schoolteacher, and there was a boy in her class that she was so sure she would marry one day. Nobody in Lillianna's life was destined for greatness, but they were all content with their quaint lives in their sleepy farming town.

And then the shadowfog rolled in from the mountains. It moved so slowly, and nobody had ever seen the shadowfog before, so they felt no sense of urgency or concern in fighting it off or evacuating. Day by day, week by week, the fog inched closer to the village. People went on with their lives, making passing comments on the dark cloud and the bad weather it would potentially bring. Lillianna was ten and entirely unconcerned with the shadowfog. Schoolyard gossip and completing her goal of petting every single cat and dog in the village were far more important to her, completely pushing any thought of the encroaching death out of her mind.

And then the shadowfog reached the village.

It happened at night, the shadowfog pouring into homes through gaps under doors and open windows, a thick inky darkness swirling in, blocking out the soft glow of Lantas. The people living at the edge of the village, closest to the mountains died before they even had a chance to scream, swallowed up so wholly by the shadowfog that they were gone in a heartbeat. As the fog reached it's tentacles further into the village, its approach was slowed by the magic it was ingesting, allowing the people in the next houses to scream out in agony before the fog consumed them entirely. In mere moments, the whole village was awake, sounding the alarm against whatever threat was making villagers scream in such torment. They still had no idea that the fog that was slowly starting to surround their village was the cause.

Lillianna's family lived on the far edge of the village away from the mountains. Her family had no idea what the cause of the screaming was, and chose to take shelter in their cellar. As the oldest of five, Lillianna was put in charge of corralling her younger siblings. Her baby sister would not stop screaming and struggling to leave the cellar, begging Lillianna to go back for her favorite stuffed animal she had dropped somewhere between the house and the cellar. Being the good sister that she was, Lillianna ventured back out into the quieting night to grab the stuffed animal. It was so dark, impossible to see even her hand in front of her face, making the search for the missing stuffed animal nearly impossible.

Behind her, the shadowfog crept ever closer, still staying out of her notice. It pushed over the cellar, squeezing down in the gaps of the door. Then, the screaming. Lillianna would never forget the symphony of her family's wails as the shadowfog ripped the magic from their bodies. All instincts in her screamed for her to run, to save her family from whatever was hurting them. The shadowfog touched her face first, scorching her nerve endings and lighting her skin aflame. It was the fog. It was poison, death in mist form. She knew then what the danger was, and ran into the night, not looking back for a single moment.

Vixen entered Runalithe when she was twenty, ten years after the incident in that rural nowhere village. She was nobody and nothing, just another passing face in the sea of refugees entering the country. Her cunning and brutality in the face of magic elevated her through the ranks of Runalithe, gaining her the title of spy. Due to her icy efficiency in espionage, she was voted to join the crew of heroes venturing into the unknown to gather the resources necessary to fight back the shadowfog as it threatened to swallow up the last remaining land in Runalithe.



Quiet and more calculating than she appears at the surface, Vixen doesn't say much. She never smiles, her face rarely reaction to any new stimulus, good or bad. People are often unnerved or impressed by her steely resolve, but nobody knows that she actually can't move many of the muscles in her face after her encounter with the shadowfog in her youth. When she does speak, Vixen has a slight accent that ousts her as foreign from Runalithe. Vixen keeps to herself as much as she can, but she does genuinely like the infiltration team. Each member has their quirks, and she enjoys their company, even as prickly as they are. The team sees her as timid but sweet, as she is when she's comfortable and around people she likes, but to the world she is cold and cruel. There is a deep, all-consuming hatred for all things magic in Vixen that pours into her every thought and decision. Even as she lies and puts up a front in her life as a bartender at the Neon Cogs, she has a seething rage towards Asterath's easy use of magic.

While she would not kill anyone herself (yet), she feels no guilt when poisoning the drinks of Neon Cogs regulars for Bohdi or another member of the team to drain of magic. Vixen is smart about who she drugs, choosing the drunks that nobody would ever miss and gang members with a target on their back. In her life as a bartender, Vixen has made contact with all of the gangs, using the information she trades with them to find the best targets. Many of the disappearances in Asterath have gone unnoticed because they have been pinned on the gangs, and Vixen plans to keep it that way.
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[part i] – how have you survived so long when you're so violently self-destructive?

aquilah nahri d'catoe
wise river of judgement
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[part ii] – so many broken children living in grown bodies mimicking adult lives.

[ + ] ━━ practical, intelligent, quick-minded
⤷ technological design, engineering, computer sciences
[ - ] ━━ calculated, reclusive, isolated, untrustful
⤷ hand-to-hand combat, physical touch, nonexistent sleep schedule

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[part iii] – i am no stranger to the dark.

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nickname n / a
age twenty-two
height 5'3" ft.

gender female
orientation bisexual
face claim megan suri

nation runalithe (faerûn)
affiliation valoran infiltration squad
role technomancer

specialties unknown
abilities untrained

alignment chaotic neutral
mbti istp-t
enneagram 5w6 ( the problem solver )
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some people are not meant to have happy endings.

tw: (view spoiler)[s/a, child abuse, s/h (hide spoiler)]

nahri has few memories of her early childhood, those fragile years before the shadows came. but what she does doubts recall does not have many happy moments. curses flung across darkened rooms, screams that echoed in the darkness until it was replaced with silence more suffocating than noise. hunger gnawed at her ribs, and sleeping became a luxury she learned to survive without.

and then the shadows came.

nahri’s family was neither wealthy nor influential. her people barely scraped by on what the land and a meaningless title grudgingly offered and hen the fog crept closer, thick and malevolent, they did not have what it took to flee to safety. on her third birthday, nahri was shoved into a caravan packed with other children, her parents’ shrieks of pain lost amid the chaos. that was the last time she would ever acknowledge her birthday.

the rest of the journey to the orphanage that would become very soon become her prison was filled with wails and sniffles. children clung to scraps of memory: a scrap of cloth that smelled like their mother's favourite perfume, an old toy lovingly gifted by a sibling. but nahri did not cry. she had no warmth or love to remember. instead, she sat with her fists clenched, staring at the dirt floor of the wagon and blinked her tears away. it would only be the first time.

the orphanage was a place of survival, not salvation. what was initially designed as a safe haven for children, turned into a waking nightmare. overcrowded and underfunded, it the wards soon learned that they were burdens, not children. her years at the orphanage shaped her in ways she stills struggles to unravel.

nahri learned quickly that asking for anything—food, kindness, even acknowledgment—was met with punishment. she became adept at slipping through the cracks, blending into the shadows that had consumed her family.

abuse was woven into the fabric of everyday life, and nahri quickly learned the only way to survive was to disappear—metaphorically, and sometimes literally. she became skilled at slipping through the cracks in the routines of the orphanage, blending into walls, and avoiding the notice of both the cruel caretakers and the older children who had learned to wield their pain into something worse themselves.

but some things couldn’t be avoided.

by her teenage years, the abuse began to shift into something darker. nahri became a target for the kind of attention that no child should ever endure. she learned to endure it, to swallow her screams and bury her shame in the deepest parts of herself. but it left scars no one could see, the type of trauma that festered and grew. she withdrew further, becoming a ghost among the living. her walls were her only protection, and she built them high.

perhaps the one beacon of joy in her life was the sorry excuse for a dog that nahri had found creeping by the orphanage. thin and frail, the creature looked like it was a day away from dying of starvation, and yet, without a single hint of hesitation, it bounded right up to nahri and buried her furry, matted body in her lap.

nahri still remembers the mixture of awe and horror she felt looking down at the dog. perhaps it was the admiration for the sheer, unbroken spirit the dog had that made her feel so attached it. from that day on, nahri spent the majority of her solitude with her newfound companion. she was hardly hungry those days, and it was easy enough to steal a few more treats from the kitchen to nurture the poor thing back to health. 'lumi', she had named the dog. her ray of light.

when nahri finally escaped the orphanage at eighteen, through the chance to accompany an infiltration squad hoping to rid faerûn of the darkness evermore, she thought freedom would bring her a a chance at peace. instead, nahri found herself drowning in a world she didn’t know how to navigate.

the touch of another person, a mere brush of fabric against her skin, sent her spiraling into panic, triggering a flood of memories she had spent years trying to suppress. nahri found herself becoming even more secluded, retreating to the sanctuary of her tech-lab inside the ship, alongside lumi and a tiny cat who seemed to be a permanent fixture of the lab. 'beaker' was a fitting title.

pain became nahri's constant confidante, a sharp clarity in a world muddled by flashbacks and fear, she would often find a solace in the feeling of her nails scratching against her skin or the steady faucet of red dripping down her arm.

if nahri ever thought that joining the infiltration squad was a good idea, she would really like to go back in time and punch her past self in the face.

her crew has no concept of decency or respect, invading her privacy and personal space as if they have nothing better to do, and still, nahri refused to let anyone see her misery, masking her panic attacks as moments of irritation. “i’m fine,” she’d snap, breathless, and trembling. “get off me.” and then she would stumble back to her lab, lock the door, and scrub at her skin until it was raw. anything to erase the phantom sensation of someone else’s touch.

it is likely because of this that nahri is seen as a sharp-tongued and irritable squad mate. her biting sarcasm and quick retorts are a defense mechanism to ensure no one gets close enough to hurt her. trust is an alien concept, and love is something she regards with equal parts yearning and disdain, a vulnerability she refuses to entertain.

nahri hides her scars behind a brittle mask of acerbic wit, lashing out to keep others at bay. she prefers the company of animals aboard the ship—creatures that ask for nothing but her care—but despite her nature, she proves her worth to the squad with relentless efficiency, pushing herself beyond all expectations.

she is, after all, nahri. and if there's one thing nahri's damn good at, it's keeping everyone—and everything—at arm's length.

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nahri is approved and i love her. i love how you weaved the animals into her backstory. lumi backstory cemented!

༉‧₊˚. alisa natasha (tasha) romanova.

alisa: [name - hebrew] joy.
natasha: [name - russian] born on christmas day.
romanova: [name - russian] a family name.



seventeen female
december twenty-two pan (currently aroace)
runalithe (formerly kainan) runalithe second in command



༉‧₊˚. appearance.

don’t judge. just watch, listen, and remember. and never forget.





fc; vc: cameron diaz
height: 5’4”
weight: 49kg



༉‧₊˚. personality.

“rohan, if you were to describe me in one word, what would it be?”
rohan smiled. “unpredictable.”
“i was looking for something like ‘insanely smart’ or ‘devastatingly beautiful.”
he ruffled my hair. “those are two words each, alisochka.”



alisa (known as tasha amongst the runalithe squad) is a very sneaky and cheeky little thing. no one would have expected a 17 year old to end up as the runalithe squad second in command, but alisa did, and there must have been a reason for that. she is smart and resourceful and uses everything to her advantage, especially people. who would expect a ray of sunshine to backstab them? most of the squad has no idea how such an innocent and naive girl ended up as their second in command, but that’s only because alisa has never told them. having grown up in violent and modern kainan, a city near to runalithe and like asterath, she learnt how to be silent and keep secrets from a very small age, and she developed a knack for spying and squeezing into very small spaces that no one would think a human could fit into. alisa’s mind is like a labyrinth - continually storing new information into every corner she can find. she just watches, but never forgets. everyone sees her as the happy, bubbly baby of the squad.

being the second in command for runalithe, one would expect alisa to be very organised, but just as her brother rohan used to say, she is probably the most unpredictable person ever. if she can have her favourite food for breakfast, she’ll still choose simple bread and butter, just because. no one knows what goes on in that mind of hers, least of all alisa herself. but she is very creative and a quick-thinker, and surprisingly not that bad at leading, even though most of the crew has no idea why they should listen to her when artemis - the leader - for some reason isn’t doing her job. alisa has a certain way of getting people to like her and her natural charm is one of her many weapons, so people often follow her orders without questioning why, simply because (and also because they can tell that she is very loyal and dedicated to the cause). alisa is the type of person who will suddenly appear out of nowhere and make a random remark - most likely a cold or funny one. during an important meeting about killing people, alisa would be the type of person to rudely interrupt and say ‘do you have any bread? i’m starving.’



༉‧₊˚. relationships.

pain never goes away. you just have to learn to live with it.



family.

mother: katarina romanova †
father: nikolai romanov †
brother(s): rohan romanov †
sister(s): n/a
cousin(s): dimitri romanov

friends.

- beaker
alisa would say beaker is her friend, just because. she finds beaker cute and just a little ball of fluff for a distraction, and a definite liability to the squad - but then again the crew see alisa herself as a liability to the squad sometimes and she doesn’t like it one bit, which is why she likes beaker as she thinks they can relate.

- lumi
alisa has always been a cat person, but lumi is just so amazing that she can’t help but love her. intelligent and outgoing? sounds just like alisa herself.

- cookie
cookie isn’t exactly alisa’s best friend, but she likes to think of everyone as her friend, because that way she isn’t going to worry about making impressions or how to get at them this time. she knows not to provoke cookie and will ignore cookie most of the time - which is what the cat wants, which is why cookie doesn’t mind alisa half the time. but the occasional treat is given, of course.

- emilie [@bella]
alisa’s work doesn’t actually clash with emilie’s so they don’t tend to interact when working but in lunch breaks and rests, they tend to hangout. alisa likes emilie because she’s friendly and doesn’t tend to poke around her work - unlike other members of the squad - and they are relatively close in age so alisa is happy to chat with emilie.

enemies.

none. yet

neutral relationships.

- artemis [@elizabeth]
alisa tends to avoid artemis as much as possible. their relationship is… strained. she knows artemis suspects her and doesn’t trust her, and she is also sceptical of artemis as she thinks artemis is hiding something very important, but doesn’t know what. if they have to talk, then they will - and get into arguments along the way - but other than that, they just avoid each other and honestly don’t mind each other.



༉‧₊˚. magic and weapons.

dragging me somewhere i don’t want to go is like getting an upset cat to go take a bath.
my life, my own rules.



༉‧₊˚. magic.

illusion - level iv:
invisibility (depending on how long and how many entities are under the spell; you are still a physical entity)

enchantment - level iii:
charm (making an entity more friendly in a subtle and temporary way), command (temporarily stop someone from moving or freezing them in place)

abjuration - level ii:
nondetection (muffles sound, obscures sight slightly), freedom of movement (parkour ease, better agility)

transmutation - level i:
mending (fixing small wounds or ailments on living things or nonliving objects)

༉‧₊˚. weapons.

being sneaky:
not an official weapon? says who? of course it’s an official weapon! you can eavesdrop on conversations, witness things you ought not to, do things you shouldn’t do. and it’s not an official weapon? well, it’s alisa preferred weapon, official or not. (it better be official.)

pistol:
alisa has perfect aim, but that doesn’t mean she likes shooting. guns make such a loud noise you can’t be sneaky with a gun, and they’re hard to hide, but she will shoot if she has to.

knife:
at least one can be sneaky with a knife. it’s silent, and easy to hide, which are great bonuses for being sneaky. alisa is horrendous at throwing knives, but as long as you stick ‘em with the pointy end, who cares about the in between? not her, at least.

explosives:
you have to be sneaky to plant one of these, granted, but as soon as you do the planting, what then? you’re not being sneaky anymore. at least they make a huge scene and that lets you be sneaky again, and god does alisa love chaos.

driving:
not a weapon, i know. alisa just likes to claim she can drive… but in reality cannot. she knows what each of the buttons do but has never actually taken to the road before, meaning that when she drives… we don’t talk about how every time she tried to drive she ended up crashing within ten minutes. eleven, actually, is her record.



༉‧₊˚. history.

i’ve found living in the shadows is a very good idea.
everyone notices you when you come out, but it’s nice to disappear every once in a while.



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༉‧₊˚. history.

i’ve found living in the shadows is a very good idea.
everyone notices you when you come out, but it’s nice to disappear every once in a while.



alisa was born to a notorious gangster family from kainan - a city well-known for being controlled by gangs like asterath in faerûn. her older brother - rohan - was 6 years older than her, and always played the part of protective older brother for alisa, leading to the two being very close. they did everything together, and rohan taught her lots of what she knows and follows now.

kainan was a city not too far from runalithe, but alisa grew up distanced from the big city, growing up as second-heir to her parents’ gangster empire they had inherited from their ancestors in kainan. their gang was called the scarlets, but there was also a rival gang in the city called the emeralds. everyday, the scarlets were focused on how to best the emeralds and how to gain land from them, making acquaintances and planting spies to watch their every move, and also keeping an eye out for any potential emerald spies in amongst their own ranks.

since birth, alisa has practised her gift of being sneaky. sneaking into official meetings even her brother wasn’t allowed in? check. hiding in the most smallest and unexpected of places just to prank rohan? check. gathering information and actually knowing more about the current state of kainan and the emeralds than their parents? triple check. alisa was having the time of her life living as a child in gangster kainan, and so was her brother. if anyone asked her why her pistol aim was so accurate, she’d reply “it’s because my brother taught me.” if anyone asked about her knife throwing skills, she’d say “it’s because my brother died before he could teach me.”

which leads us onto the next topic. when alisa was thirteen, life couldn’t have been better. her sneaking skills were getting better, she was a lot more talented herself and she actually knew what she was going to do with various pieces of information. and plus, rohan was 19, and had gotten himself a girlfriend, which meant one more person for alisa to prank and scare to death. until her parents and brother went on an important trading mission to nearby runalithe.

they never came back.

she was devastated, to say the least. after crying her heart out (which she will now fervently deny - alisa romanova never cries) she tried to claim and run the gang herself - she was, after all, heir apparent - but her cousin dimitri laughed in her face and tried to take over the gang. the scarlets, of course, all supported the 20 year old man (who even tried to take away rohan’s claim when he was alive) over the 13 year old girl they barely even saw. and just like that, alisa became a stranger to her own gang. dimitri - who wanted to consolidate his claim over the gang - offered up a reward for whoever could give him alisa romanova - dead or alive - and the emeralds had also always wanted her - dead or alive. alisa had no choice but to flee her home.

alisa faked her death and fled to an international trading hub - the small township of venzhu - on the coast of faerûn where the shadowfog has not hit yet. there, she lived in a modest apartment and found a maester from the sister cities who taught her some magic and trained her in more weaponry. she learnt to stop speaking in the kainan dialect of their language - speaking the language perfectly normally except for a hint of an asterathi accent which she picked up from her maester.

after 4 years of training and following her maester’s death, alisa was finally ready to move on. her mind and skills had all been honed, but she wasn’t about to return to her home city which had kicked her out. there was nothing for her in quiet venzhu either, and the sister cities were too far away for alisa to want to go there. so there was only one logical place to go to: runalithe. the place where her family had perished.

alisa was determined to avenge her family against the shadowfog which had consumed them. she finally realised that saving faerûn from the shadowfog was something she had meant to do all along, and finally realised the purpose of her training. the runalithe government was sceptical of alisa at first when she applied to become part of the squad, but due to her stubbornness, they finally offered her a position - asterath infiltrator, which she declined politely. she knew why they had offered her that - kainan was very similar to asterath - but alisa was determined to put gangs behind her. if she had been looking to return to a gang, she would have gone home. alisa knew she was meant for something more, so she self-applied herself for second, and stuck with it. “my brother didn’t die for nothing,” was what she said to them when she grabbed the position. no one was going to tell her otherwise. and there she was. a revenge-driven little sister, intent on saving faerûn and avenging her family.

alisa still speaks with a hint of the kainan dialect and asterathi accent from her maester which makes people think that she is from kainan, or worse, asterath, but whenever they ask her, she abruptly switches the topic. the last thing alisa needed was for word of her existence spreading to dimitri in kainan - who was still after her last she heard. he hadn’t bought her faked death and was still searching for her, and surprisingly hadn’t given up. her last name ‘romanov’ was enough of a clue already, but she claimed to be from venzhu where she had spent the last 4 years. there were romanovs in venzhu - but they had nothing to do with her. the squad doesn’t know anything about her backstory except that her family died because of the shadowfog and she was determined to get revenge. alisa isn’t sure why she won’t tell them about her backstory herself, but she supposed a girl can have her secrets. it wasn’t out of self-pity - most squad members had an even more tragic background than her - but she guessed it was because she felt uncomfortable telling them about her. surprisingly, she can be quite humble and she likes to keep the illusion of being the mysterious, happy girl in the squad. therefore, alisa adopted her middle name - natasha (tasha for short) - and lied about her age. she claims to be twenty instead of seventeen - before the crew truly starts thinking of her as an immature liability which is exactly what alisa doesn’t want to be known as.

Mod

approved! she will definitely know more about how asterath works than anyone on the runalithe team without actually having lived there so that's perfect

Mod

looking back through this for the relationship thing and aelin would it be possible to age up your character a bit? it feels unreasonable to have a teen as the second in command on this nationally important assassination mission

𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐎 voxthain infiltrator 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐁𝐄𝐄

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✧ nana / francis cashbee / 64 / died ten years ago
✧ father / veaxin cashbee / 29 / died seventeen years ago
✧ mother / posie cashbee / 45 / alive

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✧ likes music, attention
✧ adept at all forms of music
✧ magical abilities are illusion magic, which assist him in making performances flashy

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𝗛𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬

Lorencio grew up in a nice house, off a lake in rural Runalithe. There, his entire life was infused with music. The most wonderful sounds echoed through the halls, and he knew from a young age he would follow in his family's footsteps and become a musician.

The darkness hit when little Lorencio was only seven years old. He was most fortunate, as he lived far away from where the poison was spreading the most, and for the first few years, his family paid no attention to the horrors rampaging outside their quaint farmhouse. It seemed so far away, so avoidable, that not a single siren flared in the heads of the Cashbee family for a significant amount of time.

This moment of happiness, that lasted far longer than that of the general population, ended when Lorie's father left on a tour. He and his old bandmates thought it would be exciting to hit the road once more, maybe even bring the community together with their sound. Equally as uneducated on the shadow fog, the rest of the family agreed and praised Veaxin Cashbee for his courageous attempt to make the best of a bad situation. The last time Lorie saw his father, he was wearing a top hat, a suit, and a case that contained his guitar. Veaxin strolled into the white mist of the morning, and would be killed just five days later, before he and his band reached their second tour destination.

The catastrophe turned his life up, down, left, right, north, south, east, west, and every single combination of every direction that existed. Newly ten years old, the reality of the world was forced right into his line of vision as a result of his father's death. Unable to comprehend this new threat properly due to his youth and parent's ignorance. The situation was far more stressful than was necessary, and in all honesty, completely avoidable in this stage of the poison, and their proximity to it. As Lorie grew older, he became internally resentful of his family for the havoc they caused on themselves, for if they had cared just a little more, if they had looked into this terrible deadly force with an ounce of caution, father would be alive. Instead, he ran straight into death's arms with a smile on his face and a song in his heart.

After the passing of Mr. Cashbee, Lorie's family did a full 180 in their approach to dealing with this threat. Lorie was cut off from his few friends that he had and confined to the house. Lorencio was already home schooled, with little interaction with other children, but at least he had friends he made when he went to the market, on the playgrounds, at church. And when he would return to his home, it was a lively, vibrant place. After he lost his father, he would never see these friends for years to come, and many he would never see again. His home was a frighting, anxious environment, and music was rarely played, as if they would attract the fog if they made a peep.

Lorencio would only be able to play when his nana and Mrs. Cashbee would leave to get groceries, or other necessary ventures outside their property. The second they were out of earshot, he would run into the closet, and dust off the old piano. He would sing his heart out in a perfectly clear voice, as if he had never stopped. These secret performances lasted until Lorencio was seventeen. Seven years of hiding of waiting, of fearing this soul-sucking mist*. And after seven years, another catastrophe struck: Nana Francis Chashbee dies at the age of sixty-four*, and this is where Lorencio approaches the biggest crossroads of his life. Well, it approaches him. At Nana's funeral, Lorencio is permitted by his mother to perform as a tribute. Afterwards, with no explanation, he finds a business card in his pocket. It reads:

𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗢𝗥
𝗗𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘 𝗖𝗟𝗨𝗕
𝗟𝗢𝗢𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗠𝗘𝗥𝗦; 𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗪 𝗨𝗣 𝗔𝗡𝗬𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗘 𝗧𝗢 𝗕𝗘 𝗔𝗦𝗦𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗘𝗗

And that night, shoving down his greif Lorie sneaks out to The Reactor, and plays shows there every night from then on. He is never discovered by his mother but is indeed discovered by the rest of the town. He is revered for his talent, blending in with the rest of the world with ease, despite his near decade long quarantine. The spark in his life that died with his father was reignited through the flashing lights of the club, and the praise of the crowd. He was finally where he belonged.

Ten more years pass, and the fog is never going away. People are desperate, sad, lonely, and Runalithe is the only country left on the entire continent. Even then, the people know their survival is not going to last much longer. The only positive is that Lorie has managed to get his mother out and about once more, and has finally adjusted to allowing both herself, and her son outside. She even occasionally attends his shows, but this is a rare occasion. Bu even in this desolate time, Lorencio works crowds like it's nothing. He's endlessly charismatic, talented, and a master of networking, to the point that he draws the attention of the Runalithe squad. A second crossroads.

Instead of begging for her son to stay, Posie Cashbee is unexpectedly supportive, and tearfully encourages him to join the crew. Hesitantly, he does and becomes the infiltrator for the uptown city of Voxthain. He quickly scores a performance gig at the Sol Aureus club and fits in perfectly in their rich, self-important lives, for that was once how he lived. He gains trust through beautiful songs and crooning compliments, dragging guards down as easily as he did at home. He is the performer, the liar, and it is what he was made to be.

*at this point, the fog had been spreading for ten years
**excuse my math for the ages and years, it might be off. I am not a math person.

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𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬
Lorencio is a charming fellow. With a round face and infectious smile, he seems completely harmless and immediately lowers defenses. Not only that, but with his strange knack for music, magic isn't needed for him to manipulate emotions at will. Whether it's melancholy ballads that remind people of a live lost, or a hopeful cry that forms a sense of comradery, Lorie is just the man for the job to become close with strangers. His music is emotional, but pretentious and classy, allowing him to roam the halls of nobles and fancy lounges without anyone blinking an eye.

He's not manipulative all the time, often the most vulnerable and honest in the room when with the squad. The information hidden from him as a child resulted in catastrophe, and he refuses to allow something like that happen again. To those he is ever honest with, he is always honest with. Not blunt, per se, but information is never hidden, and reality is never warped. His reports to Alianna never hide anything and are often uncomfortably upfront.

Lorencio's insightful, and even when extracting information, he does his best to be of genuine help to people, as long as it doesn't interfere with his and Runalithe's interest. He's socially awkward when the mask is down, his charm only part of the character he plays. When Lorie makes real and deep connections with people, his charisma falters, and the fact that he had no true interaction with people for seventeen years is quite obvious. Even after he started singing for people, he never made friends or talked much outside of getting compliments and job offers.

Sometimes, Lorie wonders if he'll ever make a real connection with someone ever again. His job is to lie, to play this character he created a seventeen, and it's very likely he will stay in this strange city forever. If that comes to fruition, and he is sentenced to act his way throughout time, then he fears he will forget who is actually is underneath the flashing lights of his magic and will lose the little boy who played songs with his family at the dinner table.

To some extent, Lorie doesn't know who he is anymore. Every day he stays in Voxthain, he rots away, loosing another part of him to the stage, to the act, to the squad. Maybe giving in and becoming the suave musician forever is the answer; maybe no one needs Lorie Chashbee. Maybe a figurehead is all the world meant for him to be.

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      𝗕𝗢𝗗𝗛𝗜 𝗛𝗔𝗟𝗘      
𝑅𝑢𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐴𝑠𝑠𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑛, 𝑀𝑎𝑙𝑒, 𝑃𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑥𝑢𝑎𝑙, 𝑇𝑤𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑦-𝑆𝑖𝑥

May 7thChaotic Evil
ESTPCharming Reaper

      𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘      

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Bodhi is a muscular, tan-skinned man whose body bears many scars. His soft green eyes are a stark contrast to his otherwise imposing presence—handsome, expressive. He dresses in tank tops or snug short-sleeved shirts paired with leather pants, all designed for maximum mobility and minimal restriction, highlighting both his strength and readiness for sudden violence.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀He accessorizes with several personal items that never leave his body: a necklace of tan, black, and white beads; rings scavenged from his fallen victims; and an anklet crafted by his late brother, a genius who perished in the shadowfog. The anklet, while functional in aiding his balance, is also something sentimental Bodhi. It is one of the few things he treats with any sort of respect.

      𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬      

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Bodhi is a master manipulator of expression, tone, and posture. His dramatic shifts between danger and flirtation, fluster and control, allow him to keep others off balance in a way he enjoys in a twisted manner. He weaponizes his charisma, using flirtation not as affection but as a game, a power play designed to keep himself untouchable.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Despite his violent nature, Bodhi is not inherently disloyal. Those who have earned his true respect or trust are safe from his insanity, but earning that space is difficult, and even those close to him are often unsure whether they’re a comrade or a future corpse. His interactions are sharp-tongued and abrasive, even toward his own squad, but his cruelty has boundaries when it comes to people he considers his.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Bodhi views the world through a cold, tactical lens, but there’s a strange sort of honor to him, or at least there was. Something about the cave moss is really bringing out the absolute worst in him, and all he knows is murder and deadpan sarcasm.

Likes

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Bodhi finds joy in the performance of it all. Masking threats with a grin, watching others squirm under his gaze, and playing people like instruments. He enjoys control above all else: emotional control, social control, and situational control. There’s something intoxicating to him about being underestimated one moment and feared the next. He’s oddly fascinated by moss.

Dislikes

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Bodhi despises sentimentality when it isn’t under his control. Displays of open-hearted emotion make his skin crawl unless he’s orchestrated them himself—and even then, he looks down on the ones who fall for it. He hates people who moralize, who hold to some golden principle while the world burns, and he especially detests cowards who act high and mighty but crack under real pressure. Anything that reminds him of weakness—hesitation, guilt, hope—he scorns with brutal sharpness. He has no patience for sloppiness, either; messy kills, botched plans, or people who act without strategy grate on his nerves like sand in a wound.

      𝗠𝗔𝗚𝗜𝗖      

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Bodhi lives by stealth, speed, and strength—traits he’s honed in Faerûn, where magic is taboo and physical prowess reigns. He’s always preferred relying on his own body anyway: powerful arms capable of snapping necks, swift feet that make him untouchable, and a ruthless cunning that keeps him one step ahead of any target.

      𝗥𝗘𝗟𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗣𝗦      

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      𝗘𝗡𝗗 𝗢𝗙 𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗧 𝗢𝗡𝗘      

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𝑇𝑟𝑖𝑔𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: 𝑁𝑜𝑛𝑒

      𝗛𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬      

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Bodhi was born in Runalithe, which was automatically a fortunate start to life as it is the furthest Faerûn country from the shadowfog. His father was never around, but his slithery snake of a mother was. She raised him to be cunning and tricky, and he certainly did turn out that way. Without any other guidance in life, Bodhi became exactly what she wanted. His mother was already part of a group of illicit people committing heinous crimes, and when Bodhi learned of their true intentions at thirteen, he reveled in the idea of assassinating people rather than shrinking from it.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀His mother had prepared him for this life, and he was going to live it. He killed a young man who had stolen from their compound when he was fifteen, and had no remorse. This was his life. He had killed dozens of people by the time he was twenty-five, people from all around Faerûn, earning his mother’s highest respect and trust.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀To him, that meant everything. Bodhi had an older brother who was brilliant, and he supplied the assassin group with all of their technology and weapons. Bodhi was never particularly close with his brother but as he was a part of the group and needed assistance, his brother made him an anklet. His clumsiness was detrimental, as assassins needed to be smooth and light-footed. The anklet equipped him with better balance, further jumping, and quicker movement.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Bodhi refuses to take it off to this day—not even primarily due to the benefits it offers, but because his brother died trying to explore the shadowfog and Bodhi sees it as a way to remember his brother. When the shadowfog got worse and a group of intelligent and able people were getting ready to be sent to steal magic from a continent across the moon to fight it off, there was also a call for a fighter to protect them if they needed it.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Bodhi volunteered and quietly killed anyone else who tried to step up, as he felt like he needed to continue his brother’s mission. Something he felt he owed his brother. On top of that, he was perfect when the mission shifted from protecting the crew to draining living people of their magic. Having been raised an assassin, he was able to shift from protector to assassin once again with ease.

      𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗧𝗨𝗦      

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀The status of my characters are constantly shifting and being updated, so to see the current and accurate statement, go to my character archive.

      𝗘𝗡𝗗 𝗢𝗙 𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗧 𝗧𝗪𝗢