Drakengard: The Goddess Seal OOC

Gather around, and I'll tell you a story unlike any you've ever heard before. A tale of gods, dragons, and demons. Long ago, in the times of fairy tales, there lived a Goddess. While she was divinity in title, she was in actuality but an ordinary girl placed into a terrible fate. When the Goddess before her died, the task of becoming The Goddess Seal was placed upon her. The fate of the very world itself hinged upon her life. Should she perish, the world would begin to wither and finally die entirely unless a new goddess was chosen with haste.

There were, however, those who wished her demise. Olympus, one of the most powerful empires ever known to man, had its sights set on not only the goddess, but the three seals which held in place the world's destruction during the selection of a new goddess. The Forest, The Desert, and the Ocean. These three seals were efforts made to keep the world from it's apocalyptic natural state. Although, only the goddess herself can truly withhold catastrophe.

Her life was threatened by the empire. While their armies were vast, and their technology great, The Olympian Thrones, the nine pact makers of the empire, were the true reason behind the Empire's power. A pact is the joining of souls. Two humans cannot enter one together, but should a human encounter a creature of another species, they can enter into a pact with them. The two become lifelong partners. and each gain incredible power from the strength of their partner. The strongest of pact makers have been said to decimate entire armies with seemingly no effort on their part. Although, while this power is great, nothing in this world comes without a price. In order to enter a pact, something irreplaceable must be given up. One's sight, their voice, their fertility. The Olympian Thrones were no exception.

Although, even against the might of Olympus, The Goddess was not alone, damned to her fate against the might of the empire. The Union, an alliance of countries dedicated to the protection of her holiness had taken up arms, unafraid to stand against the armies and machines of those who would harm her. Even the Nine Thrones would not make them cower. This is where our tale begins.
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OOC Sheet
Name:
Age:
Appearance:
Faction: (The Union or The Elves. The Elves are a neutral faction, refusing to take place in the war.)
Race:
Pact Partner: (If applicable)
Pact Price: (If applicable)
Weapon: (If applicable)
(THESE NEXT SIX ARE ENTIRELY OPTIONAL)

• Weapon Magic
• Sharpness
• Weight
• Reach
• Material
• Weapon Lore

Biography:
Theme:

~~Rules~~

1. This Rp is meant to be very dark. Think if you're okay with this before joining.
2. The Olympian Thrones are to be controlled by me, unless specified otherwise. I already have thoughts for their characters, but if you would like to control one, then you could PM me and ask about them. It's not unlikely i'll let you control them. Outside of that, you cannot have a pact maker actively allied with the empire
3. No godmodding
4. No killing and/or maiming characters without theirs and my consent etc. you know the drill.
5. If you question my authority i will make it rain giant demonic babies with lightning for wings from the sky and have them eat you. So don't do it.
6. Have fun!

 

Name: Olivia Essence
Age: 19
Appearance: Olivia
Faction: The Union
Race: Human fox
Pact Partner: The Nine-Tailed Fox
Pact Price: Her body and mind
Weapon: Throwing Knives
Biography: Olivia grew up in a small town filled with many wonders. She always explored the outskirts of the town, wanting to know more about what the world had to offer. Once the armies of Olympus began their assault on the goddess, Olivia fled her home, fearing if she did not assist in some way, then her home too would suffer from a tragic fate. Along her journey to find the Union, the organisation dedicated to aid the goddess, she came across a white mist, this mist contained something she had never come across throughout her 16 years of exploration. Within the mist was a creature of pure white fur and gorgeous eyes. It looked down with a peaceful approach, its nine tails waving around. The fox offered the girl a power, a power beyond that of normal pacts. Olivia took the aid of the fox, knowing that it would grant great help for the times coming. There was always a price for this. The fox was the last of its species. It chose Olivia to become a host, transforming the girls body and sharing a conscience with the fox.
Theme: Theme

 

Name: Ancel Sulecna
Age: 23
Appearance: Here we go
Faction: The Union
Race: Human
Pact Partner: Serpent
Pact Price: Mercy and Compassion (pact mark is over left side of his chest)
Weapon: Jotunheim's Finger (a greatsword)
Weapon Magic: Song of the Angel (creates a large wave of fire to go in a linear direction.)
Weight: 45 kg
Sharpness: Edged
Reach: Very Long
Material: Bronze, Iron, Steel, Bizmuth

Spoiler: History

Once upon a time there was legends of a mighty dragon that blazed across the sky, causing a massive conflagration of destruction in its wake. On that dragon rode a man who had caused more blood to run than there is water in the world. This duo had a bond forged by fire and war, and had become known as the enemy of all humanity itself.

Living in fear that this duo would lead the world, a group of blacksmiths had come together to forge a weapon strong enough to fight off this threat. They worked tirelessly, finding materials that would be strong enough to pierce the dragons skin, and smash the human's weapon.

With the materials found, and framework completed, the blacksmiths had happily rejoiced as their long awaited weapon was nearly done. They had only come across one problem; there was no fire they could conjure to bond these materials together. As they pondered this dilemma, it was then that a mighty roar could be heard from above them, as a fire that could only belong to a dragon flooded the area and scorched everything within it.

The dragon's fire had been sufficient in forging the blade and all those who worked on it were no longer of the living. However, not content with this, the vengeful spirits of the smiths had possessed the blade, giving any and all who wield it a desire to enact revenge against all those who wronged its wielder.

Biography:

Spoiler: Drakengard! It's a long one...

The Sulecna family had always been one that was rather well liked in the Empire. Their philanthropic actions and their efforts in keeping the world a safer place overall, had been known to most. The family was one that had a virtue of honor, duty and humbleness. Despite their overall good tidings towards all mankind, they were not liked by everyone. Instead, there were those who would see them as a threat to the reigning bodies of power, and wanted the Sulecna family to be one that would no longer have any bearing on the world. When he was two years of age, Ancel's father was suffering from nasty rumors that were spreading around the empire. Finding the source of the rumors, Ancel's father challenged the slandering family to a duel between the two heads of the house.

Both wielding blades provided by the challenged household, the two heads engaged in their duel. However, things went far too well. Within a single strike, one that barely broke the skin of his opponent, the slandering family's head had suddenly collapsed, frothing at the mouth, pronounced dead. It was soon revealed that the blade Ancel's father was using was coated in a potent poison, and his victory was nulled. His honor besmirched and family name fallen from grace, the duel was treated as though it were a planned homicide, and Ancel's father was executed only a few days later.

From that point on the family had been the victim of several more rumors that, while false, were starting to become more believable due to the Father's alleged underhanded tactics. When he was of four years old, the family had lost any and all of their wealth, and the family themselves, a mother, three sons and one daughter, were forced into one of the Empire's labor encampments. Their labor consisted of working in a mine, digging for minerals and gems day in and day out with only the bare minimum to survive. When evaluating the family, the daughter was found to be too young to be a proper worker and none of the men had taken a fancy to her. She disappeared after they figured this out, and it was said that that night, the foreman of the labor encampment had a more filling meal than the usual.

While the family worked tirelessly, the mother, often more bruised and miserable than the last seemed to be having a much greater strain of fatigue take place on her. It was soon apparent, as her belly grew larger, that she was pregnant, though still worked through this regardless. When the time of a childbirth came along, neither the mother nor child survived.

Both Ancel and his brothers were taken advantage of during this time as well, by superiors who had differing tastes from the norm, and still worked themselves to exhaustion all the while as well. While the middle child eventually collapsed and died due to fatigue, the eldest one had been killed in a failed attempt at causing an uprising. Ancel, the only one left, had continued to work over the years with his rage, dissent and all negative emotions being repressed in order for him to merely continue existing.

This mundane and torturous existence had continued for ten more years until one day a serpent had slithered into the caverns. Seeing this young boy who had been wrought with only misery and rage, the serpent had whispered to him all that he needed to hear. The serpent had a bone to pick with the empire as well, his poison being long since forcibly extracted from him, wished to forge a pact with this deprived boy so that they may get their vengeance together. Accepting in a heart beat, the boy had begun his vengeance upon his captors. While exhausted from work, the pact had compensated for this, and the strength he had built from mining all these years was finally able to be utilized to its fullest. Within a day, the encampment was liberated and all of the former captors dead.

The duo had since been on countless crusades, hampering the Empire's progress in any way they could, no matter how menial, until finally they heard of Olympus's conquest to take down the goddess. As such, the man had decided to join the union and work his way to become one of the most fearsome soldiers in it in order to effectively fuck over any and all of the empire's plans as best he could, in addition to this being probably the most effective way to slaughter the empire.

Theme: Lost + Lies In Reality

 

Name: Gale
Age: 19
Appearance:

Spoiler

Faction: Union
Race: Human
Pact Partner: Diablo
Pact Price: His right arm
Weapon: Dragoon's Fang (See image)
Biography: TBA
Theme: Deepest Memories


Name: Valken
Age: 28
Appearance:

Spoiler

Faction: The Union
Race: Human
Pact Partner: Hawk
Pact Price: His right eye.
Weapon: Purge
Biography: TBA
Theme: Nightwalker

 

Name: Eon
Age: 21
Appearance: The New Eon
Faction: The Union
Race: Human
Pact Partner: The Nemean Lion, Leon
Pact Price: Cannot Kill
Weapon: Claws
Biography: Eon was born into a city that was plagued by fear. A beast had taken the women of the city and soon after, their lover would disappear as well. This creature also took Eon's parents from him a few years after his birth. Once he was old enough, he decided to challenge the beast. However, no matter his efforts, the fur of the lion was impenetrable and he could not wound it.

Over time, Eon continued to try and find new methods to slay the beast. Each one failed him in the end. Then, he heard of the Union and its struggle against the empire. Now he had a different goal in mind. Revenge was the last thin on his mind. He had to accept that they were gone and although it was cruel, it was nature. Eon was now going to the lion with words instead assault.

This caused the lion to become puzzled after a few times of trying to communicate with him. Eventually the beast questioned Eon and tried to figure out why his entire attitude had changed. Eon explained what was going on and how he had come to accept the way of things. He even requested that a pact be forged. Much to the lions surprise, he had never come across a human who had accepted their loss instead of continuing on revenge. The lion accepted, granting Eon the fur of impenetrability as his skin as well as his claws that were sharper than any normal sword. The lion then told Eon that this power he was granted would come with the price of never being able to kill ever again. No matter the creature of the reason, he could only cause harm. The question though was, if he were to hurt someone and they could not die, would it truly be humane?
Theme: Roar of a Lion

 

Name: Akin
Age: 30
Faction: Union
Race: Human
Appearance:

Spoiler

Pact Partner: Gale
Pact Price: His sight
Weapon: His body itself, for he fights using Martial Arts. He can use a blade efficiently, though he does not carry one on him.
Weapon magic: Sonic Wave/ Resonating Strike: Fires a soundwave towards an opponent. If this soundwave hits, Akin launch himself at the target with a flying kick.
Safeguard: Akin dashes to a nearby ally, shielding both himself and the ally. The shield absorbs a miniscule amount of damage before it breaks, however.
Personality: Serious, quiet, but exceptionally determined and co-ordinated.
Bio:

Spoiler

Akin was a part of a very proud and noble town. When the empire began their takeover, Akin's village was one of the first to refuse to bow down. A young Akin would watch the warriors of the town defending their home, always looking up to them and wishing he could be like them. At the age of 16, Akin got his wish, but it came with a heavy price. Whilst training in a field, he encountered a Griffin. The creature seemed vastly intelligent, and concerned for the safety of its kind. Akin voiced his concerns about his village constantly being in a state of war, and told of his desire to protect them, to become one of the warriors that had dedicated their lives to the safety of the town. The Griffin told Akin that he would not become one of the warriors he wished to, but would become far more powerful than that. The two creatures formed a pact, a union of souls, and they became much stronger, although Akin lost his sight as a cost for his newfound strength. After the ritual of the pact was completed, the two creatures parted ways, knowing they were linked but each of them having their own homes to protect.

The young guardian, from that day onward, became one of the most powerful warriors to ever set foot in the town. The town stopped having as many casualties, and with Akin on the front lines they were able to effortlessly repel the might of the empire. At least, they were until they decided to send one of The Thrones. The Thrones were the most elite of Olympus, and it was one of them that was sent to deal with Akin's village. Ares, the warmonger, was sent along with a huge force of soldiers. Akin fought bravely, but he stood no chance against Ares or his pact partner. At the age of 20, Akin's village was destroyed, and Akin himself was beaten to the point he was barely alive. He was thankful for being blind, as he did not have to see it, but when he had lost his sight his other senses had been amplified, so their screams were much, much louder. Ares left the defeated guardian alive, knowing full well that he would never overcome what he had just been a part of.

Akin was a broken man. He began roaming the lands, looking for a new purpose, but he could not find one worthy. However, on his travels he ran into the griffin he had met many years ago. The griffin, being linked to Akin, had felt the pain he had felt, and wanted to help. The warrior got onto his griffin's back, and they took off, determined to never again let the empire wreak such destruction.

Theme: Last Whisper

Name: Gale
Age: 17
Faction: Union
Race: Griffin
Appearance:

Spoiler

Pact Partner: Akin
Personality: Honourable, has a keen intellect, swift to act.
Bio:

Spoiler

Gale is part of an endangered species. Griffins were once proud creatures, helping whoever needed it but always getting caught up in other peoples' fights. Perhaps it was this attitude that got so many of them killed off. Gale, however, did not take part in most of them. He was never associated with the warriors of his kind, instead scouting out for people that needed them. There was one day that he did find someone that needed him, and as Gale went to investigate, he found a young boy who wanted to protect his home. The boy reminded him of himself; a creature who was not allowed to fight for his family, but still tried his best to do what he could. The two formed a pact, each becoming linked to the other's soul, and then parted ways.

Years later, Gale's family had been all but completely wiped out. It had been years since Gale had seen any other griffins, at least not any living ones. He had been searching desperately, when he suddenly felt a horrendous pain inside his chest. He knew immediately that it was not his, but Akin's. He took off as fast as he was able to, in an effort to protect the one friend he had left, but he was too late. By the time he found Akin, the man's village had been killed, and everything had been taken from him; just as Gale's had. The two realized that to form a pact with another and seperate was dangerous, as if one died the other would also die. More importantly though, Gale was the only friend Akin had left, and Akin the only one Gale had. It was time they began acting as one, as they should have been from the start. And so, Gale allowed Akin to climb onto him, and the two took off, their minds set on stopping Olympus once and for all.

Theme: Challengers

Name: Calor
Age: 1003
Faction: Elves
Race: Dragon
Appearance:

Spoiler

Pact Partner: Travis
Personality: Short tempered, protective of his friends, can get aggressive easily. Holds grudges for quite a long time and does not forgive easily.
Bio:

Spoiler

Calor has always been a creature of instinct. If he saw a creature and wanted to hunt it, he hunted it. Once, while he was out on a hunt, he encountered a curious creature. An elf, of all things. Calor personally had never met an elf he liked, but for some reason he didn't mind the one he met. The two conversed, and Calor could sense that despite appearing very laid back about things, the elf wanted to protect his village. Calor made the decision to help the elf, for if he could help out his new friend, he wanted to. The elf and dragon made a pact to one another, becoming linked, and as Travis lost his sense of fear, Calor lost much of his free will. It was a huge price to pay, but if it kept his little elven friend safe, then it would be worth it.

Theme: Dragon Fight

 

OOC Sheet
Name: Iota
Age: 265
Appearance: Yo
Faction: The Union
Race: Elf
Pact Partner: N/A
Pact Price: N/A
Weapon: Spectre Blade (Katana)
Weapon Magic: Devil's Banter - Can create five "slashes" made of white dark energy that happen simultaneously alongside a regular slash.
Weight: 2 kg
Sharpness: Fine
Reach: Long
Material: Ivory, Steel

Spoiler: History

In a land far away from the country of Olympus, there exists a land more separated into islands that is a veritable breeding ground for monsters. Those who live there are that which live in constant fear of being torn apart, from stepping outside of their towns. And so, they were barred in and armed to the teeth for when any sort of creature would come there way.

There was a singular person in there who sought to break the status quo of this and trained themselves to rid the world of these monsters. As such, they had needed a weapon that could strike through any and all, a weapon that would last until the wielder themselves had drawn a last breath. And so, this such person had used materials from various monsters until finally they made a glorious white blade that was unrivaled by any on the island.

This person, with their monster forged sword had set out to deal with the monsters at their very heart, and kill them where they called home. It was a fierce battle that ended with the warrior very injured but successful. At the end of the day, the monsters had been dealt with and their home had been destroyed, never to continue reproduction again.

However, while the warrior was far and away from the village they had come from, upon returning they were greeted with an unwelcome sight. While they were gone, the monsters who were not in their home had raided and razed. While the circumstances were unclear as to how this happened, the warrior simply killed all the remnants of the monsters and moved along with their life. They searched far and wide for a new place to defend from any sort of danger that would threaten the world and those who lived in it.

Biography: Not much is known about Iota. She came from a land unknown to any, and was simply a wandering vagabond who seemed to have no relation to any being within Olympus. For reasons unknown, this person seemed to want to stop the Empire from taking over the world, and had joined up with the Union soon after her known existence on this continent. She proved herself to be a rather worthy combatant against the Empire and a favorite with a few men in the church taking a shine to her after single handedly clearing out a Imperial Sub-human encampment with little to no effort.
Theme: Song

 

Name: Ajla
Age: 111
Appearance: x
Faction: Elves
Race: Elf
Pact Partner: N/A
Pact Price: N/A
Weapon: N/A
Biography: Ajla was born into a family that highly valued the benefits of being a neutral power. They believed they gained more and lost very little if there was no side fully joined. As a result, Ajla has this perspective on life. She is a negotiator, and does her best to use her words rather than use a sword. In the current times in particular she is well aware of the war, but she is too stubborn to change her family's ways. Because of this, she does whatever she can to keep neutrality in her life.

Name: Mallory
Age: Looks 17, is somewhere in her 70's
Appearance: x
Faction: Union
Race: Human
Pact Partner: Levi
Pact Price: Time
Weapon: Twin Swords, nothing special about them
Biography: [for now, nothing, not because there is nothing but because I'm still working on it]

Name: Levi
Age: 499
Appearance: x
Faction: Union
Race: Demon [A Wolfelk to be more specific]
Pact Partner: Mallory
Biography: Levi simply exists and has has no desire to keep track of their existence since they have lived so long. All they know is their pact to Mallory, and Levi follows whatever Mallory does with little resistance. The only time they resist is if someone tries to feed Levi meat. While Levi can kill, Levi does not eat meat.

 

Name: Jorso Nentar
Age: 28
Appearance: This with This Mask (Red eye included)
Faction: Union
Race: Human
Pact Partner: Lelinde, the Succubus
Pact Price: His appearance
Weapon: Sorrow's Edge

• Weapon Magic: Demon's Heart- Glows with an inner red light. The weapon can become sharper and more dangerous, at the cost of his life force. Alternatively, it can be charged through the deaths of other beings (the more powerful the better!) because their souls are trapped and used in the blade.
• Sharpness: Very fine
• Weight: 2.5 KH
• Reach: Very Long
• Material: Soulsteel
• Weapon Lore: Sorrow's Edge was a gift from Lelinde. The Succubus knew that her mortal partner would need a weapon to match their new gift of power, and frankly she wouldn't want to be seen with anyone any less than well equipped. Thus, she had Sorrow's Edge made for a time when a pact may be necessary with a human or elf. Forged in their realm, using steel imbued with the souls of victims of other demons to empower and strengthen it, and then finally crafted in the Blackfire Forges of the Demons' Land, she took it and waited. Her pact with Jorso came, and thus the blade fell into his hands.

Biography:

Spoiler

Jorso Nentar. A man that once led a normal life. Grew up, was educated and became a master carpenter, making a fortune from plying his craft. A simple life, but a happy one. His success and the way he was won him many friends, the praise of his family and a family of his own: His wife Talia, and from her his sons Tammen and Nintar. They lived a simple, happy life, a life that many would dream of full of success and happy times, with nothing complicated and misfortune passing them over. Nobody however, can stay that fortunate forever and when fate did turn on Jorso and his family, it destroyed all that he had built. Living within one of the outer lands held by the union, they knew that times were uneasy with the Empire, but they struck before any might have expected. As the soldiers came through their town, Jorso took his family out, bringing only an axe with him to try and defend his family with. They nearly made it out unscathed. Nearly. Their enemy caught up. Jorso put up a fight, but what was a carpenter against that many foes? How could a man unaccustomed to even a brawl fight professional, trained soldiers? He didn't. As he was cut down in front of his family, bleeding out as the men rounded up what people they could, fate gave him one chance.

A woman appeared by his side. From whence she came he did not know, nor why she appeared to him. But she took his hand. He remembered thinking her strange, as if she was almost transparent. Like she was fading away. The woman offered him a choice. A Pact and the power to save his family, or death. Jorso knew those stories. He didn't know what price to pay. As he looked over, he saw the townspeople slowly meeting their fates. He saw his wife and children, cowering and crying, begging for their lives to be spared and weeping for him. He took the pact, unknowing of what exactly he had just joined himself with. Living again, with this stranger by his side he stood and faced the men that had destroyed his life. The carpenter and the woman ripped them all apart, leaving only a ring of bodies around the townspeople. He had saved them, but unknown to him, his price cost him everything. Monster, they screamed. Demon. Names that wounded him. Even his own wife denounced him, and his children covered their eyes. Shocked, Jorso fled, weeping from that place knowing now that his life was over, but he didn't know why.

He soon found the answer, just as he soon learned what exactly he had made a pact with. He looked like a demon. His face, cracked and disfigured, the sclera of his eyes black and his iris a bright red. His hair once golden had bleached to white. He confronted her. She was a demon, a true demon. Her name was Lelinde, a succubus whose power was fading and sought a pact to bring her power not only back, but greater than ever before. Who better to choose than a dying, desperate man? Eventually, he left the ruins of his home town with his new partner following and a vow of revenge swore against the Empire. They destroyed his life. Lelinde had taken the world from him, and so he created his mask to hide his true face. That way he could pretend it was all part of his disguise to seem more intimidating, yet it was life terrifying than the truth. She of course, was greatly amused by this. To her, a beautiful creature, his horrific visage and attempts to hide it amused her to no end, just as his oath did too. To help him with this, she provided for him a blade of her own kind's making. A weapon she called Sorrow's Edge- A greatsword black as night that he could use to fulfil his goal. Thus together, they set out to achieve Jorso's revenge, an uneasy alliance between them.

Theme: Frozen

Name: Jin'rael Kan'do
Age: 21
Appearance: This chap
Faction: Elves
Race: Elf
Pact Partner: Lan'do, the Landshark
Pact Price: His Intelligence
Weapon: Wanderer's Friend (See pic)
Biography:

Spoiler

Elves are known generally for their nobility, bravery, strength, honour and all that sort of thing. This is not perhaps surprising, considering the arrogant dignity that many Elves display. However, as always there are exception to the rule. And one of those is Jin'rael.

Considered as generally a degenerate of Elven society, not achieving really an awful lot, drinking more than most respectable Elves might approve of and being generally the village idiot. As such, he got a reputation for being that way and was generally the whipping boy of where he lived because of his rather laissez-faire attitude to life. He grew a rather thick skin because of this, and drove himself deeper into rebellion against the values that persecuted him for being the man he wanted to be. Once he started down that path, he showed no signs of stopping.

He did however have some talents. Easily his greatest was of course, his archery. Somehow, he managed to be an excellent archer. Most people called it unnatural fool's luck, but some of the less aggressively disapproving amongst the Elvish realised he did actually have some talent in there, he just wasn't inclined to put it to use as they would. His favourite past time was to wander the forests, hunt and cook his own food. He'd sell it in the town and bed up in a town for the night and have a drink or three before passing out and waking up somewhere the next morning and getting on with his life afterwards. Overall, he was actually quite happy with that state of affairs. He saw no reason not to do as he was doing and thus, he continued.

Lan'do appeared in his life on one particular trip. He awoke on top of a building one morning, quite unsure as to how he got up there exactly. This was the most prominent question on his mind. However, as he looked out upon the fields that the building overlooked (It must have been some sort of estate), he saw probably the most weird looking thing he had ever seen. A shark with a horse's legs. Overtaken by equally confusion and amusement, he doubled over laughing as he watched the thing. Unfortunately, he was standing on the edge of the building. Jin'rael fell. He fell a long, long way down. As he lay, dying and regretting his stupidity, the creature came to him, sniffing at him curiously. However, it showed no signs of trying to kill him. In fact, it seemed to be trying to lift him up by pushing him with its nose, but sharks aren't really built for that kind of thing. The creature then sat down in front of him, making an odd moaning noise that he figured was something close to wailing. In a moment of inspiration, Jin'rael decided to take a bet. He offered it a pact, and it accepted. Jin'rael and the Landshark became partners.

After Jin'rael recovered from his accident, he walked often with his new friend. He discovered quickly that the Landshark was lonely. There weren't many Landsharks in the world and he had been seeking a friend. Jin'rael, also lonely because he didn't fit in with his society entirely bonded with the creature and dubbed him Lan'do, the 'do symbolising the fact that they were together. A team. That, and he couldn't pronounce the actual name anyway. The two of them roamed around, Jin feeding Lan'do his catches (Unless the Landshark caught them himself). Nobody was inclined to argue with Jin'rael now either. He had a pact, and not only that but Lan'do was a vicious protector and while it couldn't necessarily speak, it understood. It took a while for Jin'rael to get used to Lan'do talking to him in his head, but eventually he got used to it and indeed, figured out how to talk to him back mentally. Now they roam together, living their lives in relative peace and happiness.

Theme: Friends

 

Name: Evan Dark
Age: 25
Appearance: Black hair, purple eyes, purple and black hooded robes, masked
Faction: Union
Race: Human... sorta
Pact Partner: Hazzakan the Chaotic Entity
Pact Price: Sanity
Weapon: Lightning Staff, Summoned Blades
Biography:

Spoiler

From a young age Evan had known that humble village life wasn't for him, he was an impetuous child who hated labour and preferred books and academic studies. Eventually Evan left his family entirely and soon discovered a talent for magic, spending all his time trying to improve. He spent a few years studying summoning at a proper academy but hated the restriction so left to teach himself. Gradually he became more and more talented and soon delved into dark magics that certainly weren't safe, dark rituals such as necromancy and blood magic. At one point during a particularly dangerous summoning ritual, for the purpose of conjuring a creature of chaos, a horrific accident happened banishing him to the beyond realms. In a desperate attempt to return he made a pact with a being of Chaos, a writhing maelstrom trickster known as Hazzakan. Hazzakan could return him to the real world in exchange for what he knew, for Hazzakan wanted nothing but Power, but he had no idea what the pact would mean for him. The pact entwined the two and made Evan lose his sanity. On their return to the real world Evan found himself insane and with a being of chaos inside his head, and Hazzakan had been trapped in this realm sentenced to protect and follow Evan wherever he went. Although loosely tied to the Union he is quite independant, and incredibly cruel and insane.

Name: Hazzakan
Age: Indefinable
Appearance: A writhing purple maelstrom with an eye in the centre and several tentacles reaching out
Race: Chaotic Entity
Pact Partner: Evan Dark
Pact Price: Freedom
Biography:

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Hazzakan has existed in the chaotic realm for a long time, occasionally going back through to the real world to spread terror and chaos, unlike others his wishes do not only include destruction and chaos, Hazzakan wants more, he wants power and knowledge and gains it through deceit and trickery. Upon encountering Evan when he was banished to the Chaos realm Hazzakan saw an opportunity and tricked Evan into giving him his knowledge to get him back home, but it backfired on Hazzakan when he realised he had unintentionally entered into a pact with Evan. Now he partly wants to spread chaos through him, but also wants to be free.

 

Name: Sinbad
Age: 26
Appearance: ~
Faction: The Union
Race: Human
Pact Partner: Not with him.
Pact Price: Sense of Direction.
Weapon: Riptide
Weapon Magic: Ocean's Hammer: Sends waves of water crashing into enemies.
Sharpness: Pointed
Reach: Very Long
Weight: 3.0 kg
Material: Bronze and gold

Spoiler: Weapon Lore

Long ago, there was a man overcome by an insatiable greed who set out to conquer the world. As he saw it, if the Oceans divided the continents, then conquering the oceans would allow him to take all the world simultaneously. Together with his band of renegades, he set out to take the world for himself.

For many years, he pillaged and raped, looted and stole. The oceans were his, and by extension, the land surrounding it. He became obsessed with the idea that this was the key to his success. He would spend months at sea, sometimes even over a year. This was a welcome tiding, for when he returned to land, he brought pain and destruction with him as he took all it had to offer.

Soon, he became dissatisfied. This couldn't possibly be all there was to the world...could it? Haunted by this thought, he gathered together a massive fleet, and set sail to waters unknown. It was a perilous journey, filled with creatures of all manner, but the might of his armada cut a bloody swath through the waters. Finally, he had found it. He reached edge of the world. A massive waterfall poured endlessly over the edge into an abyss of nothingness. Floating there, just over the edge was a golden trident, unlike anything he'd ever seen before. A voice called out to him. It told him that if he could but take that trident, then the waters of the world would truly flow as he did.

Unable to resist such a temptation, he commanded his men to sail closer. They refused, saying that going any closer would risk dropping off the edge. They would not take that risk, not even for him. Screaming of their cowardice, he drew his blade and began to slaughter them, one after another. Diving over the edge of the ship, he swam to toward the trident, the current crashing against him. Reaching out his hand, he gripped the handle. Overjoyed, the current stopped pushing against him. Instead, it began pulling on him. It ripped him beneath the waves, pulling him back. He watched as the light of day faded away above him, though the trident would not let him die to the sea, he was drowning. For years, he drifted, clutching the trident, enduring the pain of being unable to breathe, the crushing weight of the water. Finally, even his greed was overcome. He let the trident slip from his grasp, and instantly, the waters claimed his life. The ocean had never been his. He belonged to it.

Biography: Not much is known about this man. He simply washed ashore one morning, and was found by a fisherman of the Union. When he awoke, he told them that he had no memory of where he came from, or what he was doing at sea. Though he doesn't remember what his partner is, he's been told he has a pact given the marking on the back of his neck. It's further proven by his immense power in battle and lack of sense of direction. The price he paid. He fights with the union, not having a purpose beyond it.
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Name: Finn
Age: 1
Appearance: catturtle
Pic:

(can stand)
Faction: The Union
Race: catturtle
Pact Partner: (If applicable) turtle
Pact Price: (If applicable) human memory
Weapon: (If applicable) unmeasurable cuteness, a sword
Biography:
10 years ago Finn was a young man that traveled the world. He was always on the run and one day a witch of untold power cursed him turning him into a kitten, because he was in the wrong place at the wrong time. This witch did not like anyone nosing around her property. She used magic to kill and keep anyone away. She set a curse on this human one day trying to kill him. The curse tuned him into a cat. The curse she used was not a killing spell that she thought it was, but one that brings out the strongest facts of the user it hits. In this case the man was curious so it turn him into a cat. This curse was so strong that it was said to be unbreakable. This curse made this once human, curious. He was so curious. This curse while turning him into a cat he could still speak. The kitten he turned into was so gosh darn cute that no one he talked to took him seriously. One day he meant a talking turtle that said he could undo the curse and turn him back human. Being the curious cat he was he went along with it. The process went wrong and he fused with a turtle and lost all memory of being human. He remembered being just a cat so thought he was always a cat. He also remembered his name. He just was now a cat with a turtle shell on his back. He set out to find his way.
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Ooc: this character is no way inspired by anyone
Special thanks to peter/ Frosch for the inspection

Name: Gus
Age: 23 as human, 1000 when he is a turtle
Appearance: turtle/ human, 6 feet tall as human, as turtle various sizes up to 8 feet tall in turtle form.
Pic: (turtle form)

Human Gus:

Faction: The Union
Race: human/ turtle
Pact Partner: (If applicable) Finn
Pact Price: (If applicable) turtle powers, Finn’s past, most of his past
Weapon: (If applicable) he can project himself wherever Finn is and becomes physically there temporarily, magic weapon in picture
Biography:
He was a human that loved turtles. One day he came onto a staff they could turn him into a turtle. He became a god at a very young age with the use of the staff. He found out about a turtle god that was the turtle god before him died no one wanted to be god of the turtles. So he thought why not. In his life he had complete control over all turtles. One day he meant a kitten calming to be human. What an odd thing to calm to be once. If it were him he chose something cooler like a turtle... oh wait he was one, kind of, well then he choose a frog. Something that was cool. Never less he figured that being a god he could turn the kitten back to human. So he tried. To say it went bad was an understatement. He watched in amazement a turtle got … got stuck to this cat body turning the cat into a catturtle. Feeling bad for the cat he decided to make a pack with the cat. As soon as the pack happened he only could remember certain things like his name and he was once a human/ turtle god. The staff could turn him into a turtle still but no longer did he have control over turtles.
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Name: Blaze
Age: 24
Appearance:

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Faction: Union
Race: Human
Pact Partner: Crystal
Pact Price: Her Ability to lie
Weapon: Sliver Sword, with a pink crystal at it's hilt. The hilt is a pastel yellow, with a white grip.
Manacle, an Ancient Talisman that lets Blaze and Crystal transform for battle.
Bio:
Blaze, a girl in poverty searching for her brother, struggling to survive comes across the Ancient Talisman called a 'Manacle' and hears it call out of her one day inside of a deep cave. It attached herself to her arm, giving her a mystical power. Inside of the Manacle, Battle Spider Crystal had been awaken, explaining the Manacle thought she was worthy of being her Rider. Blaze though confused had little choice in the matter, as the Manacle would not remove itself. As a warrior chosen by the Manacle, she could no longer lie for lies were impure, that was the price she had payed.
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Name: Crystal
Age: Unknown
Appearance:

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Faction: Union
Race: Giant Battle Spider
Pact Partner: Blaze
Pact Price: N/A
Weapon: Webs, Her Giant Spider legs, pincers?
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Name: Diablo
Age: Unknown
Appearance:

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Faction: The Union
Race: Deity Dragon
Pact Partner: Gale
Pact Price: N/A
Weapon: Void Scythe
Biography: TBA
Theme: Ascending into Naught

 

Name: Paolo Rodriguez
Age: 18
Appearance: Paolo
Faction: The Union
Race: Human
Pact Partner: N/A
Pact Price: N/A
Weapon: Hero's Drive (Longsword)
Weapon Magic: Valorous Strike: His blade glows and his attacks are stronger.

• Sharpness: Fine
• Weight: 2.2 Kg
• Reach: Long
• Material: Steel

Spoiler: Weapon Lore

Long ago there existed a small village, oppressed by the reigning king. This village was under constant pressure from the king, as he had demanded from them unreasonable tax after tax, that only seemed to increase as time went on. Sickened by this, a lone man had decided to step up to the plate, and fight for his people.

Walking over to the king, he had asked him to simply stop the heavy taxation upon them, and make a more reasonable one at that. The king, laughing at the gesture, had refused almost immediately. The man had then declared the village independent of the king, never to again give him taxes. The king, outraged by this, had decided to take the people back by force.

Try as they might have, the lone man had repelled wave after wave of the king's soldiers, armed with nothing more than a simple sword, safeguarding his town for the years to come. Because of this, the town had begun to prosper, and the king had eventually exhausted all of his resources in both trying to take back the village and with the lack of their income.

Eventually, the king was removed from power, and a new, more benevolent king rose to power. The village then welcomed themselves back into the kingdom, and the man, knowing he did a job well done, had left for parts unknown. From then on, he went to save any and all who would find themselves in need of a savior.

Biography: Paolo grew up in a middle class small town. It was more or less isolated from the rest of the world, and so they were able to live in peace for a good time. Paolo had learned how to use a sword at a young age and always had the heroic vision of becoming a knight in his head. As such, he was taught under the best swordsman in the village, allowing him to truly grow into the heroic figure he wanted to be. Everything was fine, until the Empire had attacked and started razing village after village all in their conquest to get to the goddess. When they had finally come to his village, Paolo wanted nothing more than to fight. However, his mater realizing the hopelessness of the situation, decided to send the boy away. While reluctant at first, he was eventually forced to leave as his master held back the forces of the Empire as best he could, with other members of the village getting in the way of the Empire in order to buy Paolo more time. After a long time of running, he had finally made it to the Union's stronghold, where he was greeted by a noble knight who had taken him in and groomed him to be the proper fighting force to help stop the empire.
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Name: Evan Dark
Age: 25
Appearance: Black hair, purple eyes, purple and black hooded robes, masked
Faction: Union
Race: Human... sorta
Pact Partner: Hazzakan the Chaotic Demon
Pact Price: Sanity
Weapon: Lightning Staff, Summoned Blades
Biography:

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From a young age Evan had known that humble village life wasn't for him, he was an impetuous child who hated labour and preferred books and academic studies. Eventually Evan left his family entirely and soon discovered a talent for magic, spending all his time trying to improve. He spent a few years studying summoning at a proper academy but hated the restriction so left to teach himself. Gradually he became more and more talented and soon delved into dark magics that certainly weren't safe, dark rituals such as necromancy and blood magic. At one point during a particularly dangerous summoning ritual, for the purpose of conjuring a creature of chaos, a horrific accident happened and Evan's soul was entwined with that of a Chaotic Demon, Hazzakan. Evan found himself insane and with a being of chaos inside his head, and Hazzakan had been trapped in this pact and sentenced to protect and follow Evan wherever he went. Although loosely tied to the Union he is quite independant, and incredibly cruel and mad.

Name: Hazzakan
Age: Indefinable
Appearance: A central eye with several tentacles
Race: Chaotic Demon
Pact Partner: Evan Dark
Pact Price: Freedom
Biography:

Spoiler

Hazzakan has existed for a long time, occasionally spreading terror and chaos among civilisation, unlike others his wishes do not only include destruction and chaos, Hazzakan wants more, he wants power and knowledge and gains it through deceit and trickery. Now that he has unintentionally entered into the pact with Evan he tries, and often succeeds, to manipulate him. Now he partly wants to spread chaos through him, but also wants to be free.

 

Name: Jedediah
Age: 386
Appearance: ~
Faction: Elves
Race: Elf
Pact Partner: Solas
Pact Price: Fertility
Weapon: Will of the Creator

• Weapon Magic: Hand of the Chosen - this
• Sharpness: Edged
• Weight: 2.5 KG
• Reach: Medium
• Material: Orichalcum, Mythril.
• Weapon Lore
  
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  Long ago, at the dawn of time, there was a war between gods. Almighty beings of infinite power. On one side were the first dragons. They were terrifying. No dragon alive today could even begin to compare to their divine heritage. Opposing them were the watchers. Not much is known about them, aside from that they wanted the world destroyed. To never exist in the first place.
  
  The war was a bloody one that threatened to destroy everything that existed. The dragons were losing ground against their foes, and so their leaders convened. There was only one who could defeat the watchers. He was the one above all. The holy creator who was the true ruler of all existence. They prayed for a miracle to descend from the heavens. For him to save them.
  
  Unable to ignore the plea of his children, the divine creator descended from on high. He told them that he could not intervene directly, and that what defeated the watchers would have to be their own power. And so, he told them, gather together the greatest metals they could, and he would forge them their salvation. When the metals were presented before him, he simply waved his hand, and bound them together. This was the vessel to hold the Dragon's power. The first sword.
  
  He took the power from the dragons' very bodies, transforming them into lesser creatures. They were small, with softer hides, hardly protecting them from anything. Yet, the power was all poured into the blade. One of them, upon picking it up, knew that they could win with it. The once dragon king destroyed the watchers with the power of the blade. The watchers were defeated, and the world safe from eternal damnation. Though he was no longer in his prime, the king was still revered as a hero. And so, he lead them into the new age. The age of man.

Biography: Jedediah is the ruler of the elven race. He believes he is personally hand picked and chosen by the divine ruler of all creation. Whether he is or not has been the topic of many debates, but his power and leadership skills are undeniable. He has chosen to keep the elven territories as neutral ground, allowing fair access to both sides in the war to show that peace can exist in the world. He hopes that one day, the others will share his belief and ideals in this regard. Having made a pact with a golden dragon, he gave up his fertility. With this, he knows his son Trevor is the only child he will ever have, and worries for him constantly. Yet, at the same time, he realizes that to deny him the right to defend his home would to strip him of his pride. And so, he entrusted Calor, his pact partner, with the task of keeping him safe. Jedediah is an eccentric and boisterous individual, who knows no shame or humility. He has no problem with announcing his status as a "Herald of God" to all nearby. Though many have tried, not a soul yet has been able to even begin the shake his belief in this.
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Name: Ana Bahebak
Age: 16
Appearance: ~
Faction: The Union
Race: Human
Pact Partner: Ra
Pact Price: Sense of direction
Weapon: Desolate Sands

• Weapon Magic: A rod that controls the power of sand. It can even harden sand to act as a shield. However, once hardened, it can no longer be manipulated.
• Sharpness: None
• Weight: 2 KG
• Reach: Long
• Material: Jewel of Ra, Sandstone
• Weapon Lore:
  A weapon that is said to be forged by the dragon of the desert. This weapon can only come into the hands of those who have made a bond with the dragon, a feat to say the least. It has only been seen once in a time long ago by one of the Pharaoh's, a man claimed to be a god. He had the right to claim this for her decimated battlefields with this weapon at hand.
  
  The weapon is made of the jewel of Ra, this jewel is the main factor as it is the heart of the dragon itself. Piercing the dragon's skin to claim its jewel is no easy feat to say the least, however some say that the jewel can be given to one that Ra finds worthy.
  
  Once the jewel has be claimed, the next step is to find sandstone and mold it into a rod. This sandstone is then heated into a glass that will be used to hold the orb and cast the spells that only the dragon himself can do. Is it a weapon to be feared, but it is a weapon created from fear of Ra.
  
  There is a unique power that this rod possesses that has never been discovered by any wielder thus far. Ra himself would never tell them this power, although, he hopes for the day it is used.

Biography:

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Ana was an ordinary girl. She lived in a nation that was aligned with the Empire for some great time. However, after time went by and she grew older, she could see the kinds of things the Empire did to those who did not agree with their own ideologies. Ana was not one for harming those who do not deserve such a fate.

When she was older, Ana ran away from her homeland, in search of a way to fight back. She heard of the Union and wanted to join it to maybe turn things around. She was weak, it was true, but she didn't have to fight. The Union needed more than just fighters. Who was there to take care of the injured or feed everyone when it came time for supper? She wanted to support to her best capabilities.

The desert she had to cross though was nothing simple. She packed water but it was not enough to sustain herself for the long journey ahead. Ana eventually found her way to an oasis where she was able to refresh and restock. She rested for 3 nights at this place. Before she was able to move on, she noticed that things were too peaceful here. Not one single creature decided to make its way to this oasis. Creatures fled at the sight of it.

Ana explored the oasis in more depth to find a cave. Within, she explored to find an old dragon, one that snarled and roared towards her once she was spotted. The girl did not run. She was afraid, but she noticed the dragon was in pain. Instead of going to run or fight, she stayed. She saw his leg was badly torn. Whatever fought it was strong enough to damage the dragon.

He was impressed by her courage and need to aid him. He asked her who she was and what she was looking for. Ana told him everything about the world and what was happening. She didn't want to hurt anyone but instead help them through the worst of it. The dragon introduced himself as Ra, the dragon of the desert. He offered her his power, a pact in exchange for her sense of direction. Ana agreed, thinking this would help her in the long run for helping others.

Once the pact was made, the dragon ripped out its own heart and placed it on a sandstone pillar. He breathed fire onto it to create the weapon known as Desolate Sands. He gave it to the girl and he died. His scales, bones, and everything else turned to sand, blowing away.

Ana left the oasis and found herself lost, exploring the world for 2 years. She still has yet to find the Union. She hopes that the Union will someday find her instead. The current location she has found herself in is the Elf capital. She decided to stay in this city hoping that they would one day come.

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Other: Sorry, spoiler tag isn't working for the Lore