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Character Corner mark Ad Infinito - Stephan Donnel - 11-02-2015 This topic is created to fix any misconceptions that may be afoot about the following character(s). As usual - feedback is appreciated. This probably gonna get vetoed by the way. Character name: Quintet of Insane Magicians (Something other would be preferred really) Abron “the Falcon” Constantine Lt. Clement Demantes (The Flowing Scribe) Narga, the Fallen Eden the 341st Vidor Gahib, Slow-paced Daydreamer Character source: Original Character history: The world of isn't exactly what you would call peaceful and smaller conflicts tend to break out between the major nations of mages from the slightest insults. Despite that large wars are rare and far between. Well, that rare occasion still happens. And those are, despite the unrivalled scale of devastation, truly a sight to behold, as everyone seems obsessed with making the greatest, grandest weaponry possible and this is the only chance to bring it to bear. When the bell of war rang again over the bleached walls of the City of Sun nation was ecstatic. They always were fast to forget the bad and never cared for danger, so that was just another thrill, another chance to spread the wings. To the West, in the heart of the Vast Ocean a fleet departed from the port. The heralds sang the orders of the Queen and the waves obeyed. To the East a lone figure left the endless sands of the desert. The nomads always come when they want. In the North the tribes of the steppes and mountains took off and the winds followed them. Southern Mountains shook, as the Earthen Gates opened wide once more, releasing the faceless cohorts of the deeps again. On the western shores of the continent they clashed. In actuality, none was sure, as already happened multiple times in the past, why it all began. Yes, there was some pressure, but isn't there always? At no point one could just wrap their mind around something for a moment and declare "This is why the war began!". No one was even entirely sure why the Deepest City got involved at all. Nevertheless there they were. The fiery winged brigades clashed with carefree northern shamans in the sky above, the ranks upon ranks of Her Majesty's muskets unloaded into the fanatical worshippers of the Sun, the faceless cohorts raised their walls of stone before the mounted warriors of north and a lonely figure wreathed in flowing cloth aimlessly walked the carnage, untouched and unshaken, leaving only desolation in it's wake. Now. Even nigh-omniscient and omnipotent beings make mistakes. Two mages, one flying faster than any bird could hope on the metal wings wrapped in flames and the other carried aloft by the air itself, crashed into one another sky high. Below, waves of all sorts of scumbags, led by a single, gleaming streak of white in the lake of bilge, advanced on the immovable ranks of the cohorts of faceless warriors, standing as one, like a cliff under relentless assault of the raging sea. And, on the edge of vision, a lone figure once again surfaced from the chaos of battle, slowly coming to the very culprit. And then, in a flash, just like that, it was over. One of the Falcons, the quickest wings of Sun, fell down far too fast, as the air fled his lungs at the order of a young shaman. The metal wings aren't the safest, and the Falcons are told to house a shard of the power of the Radian Sun itself in theirs. All in all, a large stroke of land was consumed in flames, as were many, many soldiers there. Now. Mistakes. Well, there was a glowing figure in the darkness. It spoke of strange and wondrous things. Then all there was left was white void. And the voices in Abrons head. Physical Description: Abron: Sinewy, thin man standing at around 170cm. All the muscles on his body, especially on shoulders and arms, are extremely well defined, although they are rarely seen as he prefers to only ever remove his flightsuit (a rough leather set of intersewing clothing with metal inlays that covers the entirety of body, with exception to the head) when the smell becomes absolutely unbearable. He seems twitchy and nervous while on the ground, but at the same time all his movements are precise and impossibly careful and calculated, as if he was operating an extremely complex machine at all times. (Eyes - Hazel, Hair – none, Skin – pale on open patches, sickly-pale everywhere else "Artist impression": [spoiler][/spoiler] Demantes: A hard man, standing at 179cm, he is everything you would expect from an officer, whose job is to Inspire. Wide shoulders are paired with a proper posture at all times, all clad in snow-white uniform. (Eyes – normally grey, luminescent blue/white with Scribe, hair - black(coloured), dirty brown(real), skin – mariner tan) Images hard to find damn, Bastonne will have to do: [spoiler][/spoiler] Narga – small, almost childlike, woman, about 156cm tall. Her frail frame is adorned in a flowing weaved robe of originally milky-white colour, now barely recognizable grey. Despite the seeming weakness she has all the endurance you would expect from a Shaman and aid of the Wind to back her up. (Hair – haystack blonde, eyes – green, skin – seems to be permanently sunburned) Artist Impression, I wish I could draw edition: [spoiler][/spoiler] Eden – a walking wall of a man. Well over 210cm and probably wide enough to cause some smaller gates feel uncomfortable. Dressed in what seems to be clattering stone plates tied to some kind of an undercoat. (Hair – dusty red, eyes - jet black iris, pure-white sclera, skin – extremely pale, sunburns easily) Srsly, Demon Souls? Oh, and it doesn't even fit the site width: [spoiler][/spoiler] Gahib – A nondescript figure, clad in several layers of multiple-coloured thick cloth, with only arms and a small area around eyes visible. Somewhere around 160cm, most motions are either flowing and slow or sudden and harsh. (Eyes – no distinct iris or lens with a nebula where they are supposed to be, Hair – yet to be seen, skin – all non covered skin seems to be extremely tan) Finally, one that actually fits: [spoiler][/spoiler] Stats: ATK: 1 DEF: 1 SPD: 4 TEC: 4 Starting Proficiencies:Physical Strength (1000) Starting Powers: Flight, Burst Movement, Master Acrobat (3000) Starting Moves: Amelin Portable Wings (Requires Strength, Flight, Master Acrobat, Burst Movement) (900) (Only usable in Abron form) Amelin family always stood out. Part of the Machinari School, but setting themselves aside. Demolishing the dogmas, only to establish their own. Not a big surprise they were the ones, who found a way to lock pure fire in a simple stone. And then channel it so it created power unrivalled. Now what would a sensible person do? Heat up their home in winter, illuminate streets, maybe develop a weapon or two. The Amelins grasped the and used it to take off for the sky, first on ramshackle, bonged together things, then perfecting the design more and more, until a true masterpiece, the Wings of Iron, was born. And immensely complicated contraption, with each feather hollowed out and linked to a little gem on the back of the user, 3 meter long wings grant unparalleled mobility and speed. Normally such a thing would be far too heavy to even walk, bar fly with. But the peculiar mineral, mined in the land of metal was found to have an even more peculiar effect on its own weight, as well as weight of other things. More specifically, it always seemed to fall in a different direction than other things, and a proper mage of metal could forge weapons light as a feather, as they fell in every direction at once. That is what they were asked to do. And soon countless wings were created, no expense was spared. Portable Wings are two 3m long... well... wings, beginning around Abrons shoulderblades and ending ~1.8m away from the tips of his fingers when extended. They follow every movement of his arms via a complex system of gears and levers, distributed along the whole length of both left and right limbs. The reverse applies, and if someone were to forcibly move one of the wings they would also be moving his arm. All feathers are razor sharp and overheated at almost all the time. The traditional combat style empathises wide, slashing motions that leave the wielder wide open, but with enough skill, they could be used to form a nigh-impenetrable barrier around the master. More importantly, those who become acquainted with the capabilities are often known recklessly use the power of the gem that fuels the flight to boost their movement to ridiculous speeds while in combat, increasing both speed and power of their attacks, at the cost of a risk of being slammed into the ground violently. (300 for a melee weapon, 300 for defensive option, 300 for "extra power" mode, which is identical to Burst Movement in stamina drain) Disclaimer: Those are multiple, as in several hundred small (about the size of a forearm) magic powered jet engines practically strapped to a semi-reliable construction. I confirm that I have read and agreed to the Rules of Conduct. Kinda already did. Where did you find us? I am already here. Forms: Abron “the Falcon” Constantine – Base form. The winged warrior. Lt. Clement Demantes (The Flowing Scribe). Alternate form (to be bought). Inspiring leader, devout follower. Narga, the Fallen – Alternate form (To be bought). Mage by chance, supportive little ball of life. Eden the 301st – Alternate form (To be bought). Walking wall, faceless protector. Vidor Gahib, Slow-paced Daydreamer – Powered Up alternate form (to be bought). Absentminded devastator. [spoiler]Short explanation: Omni messed up and got a couple primes mashed together as one. Decided to keep it that way for shits and giggles. Like he does most of the things here I gather.[/spoiler]