02-15-2007, 12:13 PM
(This post was last modified: 02-16-2007, 11:01 AM by Calibremon.)
At the dawn of the new millenium (this one. The 21st one :P) mankind became more aware of the things that 'go bump in the night'. Arcane persons and creatures of unknown power and multitude. To enforce authority over these people and creatures, a group was formed thousands of years ago to protect the mundane beings from the arcane's magic, and they from the mundane's technology.
The Keepers of The Charter of Magnus (Or simply, The Keepers)
The Charter of Magnus was a sort of Constitution written by a 15th century alchemist, detailing what the arcane and mundane communities can and cannot do, in regards to dealing with one another. For instance, a werewolf is never allowed to use his feral form against a mundane person, even in self-defense, due to risk of infection. On the other hand, a mundane is not allowed to possess, purchase or manufacture silver munitions without a special permit issued by The Keepers. And, considering the vast amount of magical power at The Keepers' disposal, they can actually enforce these laws within minutes of an infraction. But above all, there are five laws, referred to as the Forbidden Five, and all are punishable by death.
The Oathbreakers
A group of anarchistic renagades that broke away from The Keepers around the 15th or 16th century. Since then they have grown into a group just as powerful as The Keepers, using their magic and powers to incite a war between the arcane and mundane communities. They have no law structure or constitution to govern their actions, and are purely chaotic in their methods.
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Name: Astrianna
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Race: Werewolf
Languages: English, Fenris (werewolf dialect)
Occupation: Coffeehouse Barista/Warmage (magician/swordsman)
Alliance: Keepers
Nationality: Scottish
Sexuality: Bisexual
Personality: Is very outspoken, and rarely cares what others think of her. Prone to outbursts of anger, especially when people assume she can't or won't do something, or that she's 'dangerous' simply because she's a werewolf.
Skills: Near-omnipotent master of magic. Werewolf heritage, including all inherited powers, abilities and weaknesses. Her werewolf heritage and her mastery of magic tend to meld during her emotional outbursts, causing random objects to vanish, explode, or any number of other unintentional effects.
Appearance: Is lithe and trim, due to years of swordsmanship training, as well as her inherited high metabolism. Dresses in a leather bodice-like vest and silk robe, lined with light, ultra-strong chainmail. On her back is a carved wooden staff that is actually two razor-sharp swords that can be pulled apart and locked together to form a double-edged sword, her preferred weapon. She has shoulder-length brown hair, piercing acid-green eyes, and sharp fangs. People have asked for her measurements; most have ended up incinerated or had their throats cut out.
Height: 5'8"
Combat techniques: Nidan (Lv. 2 Blackbelt) of Goju-Ryu (Hard/soft) Karate, including kobudo (weapon training) in both the bo (staff) and dual wakazashi (shortsword)
Other weapons she is capable of using, although with no formal training include:
Manticore Industries VMS300: A Variable Munitions handgun, similar in design to a GLOCK 17. Is made specifically of noon-forged steel, the only naturally antimagical material on earth. Thus, each bullet fired is charged with antimagic, cutting through sheilds and arcane resistances with equal ease.
Magic:
Astrianna sighed, combing her hair out of her face for about the millionth time in the last hour. No matter how carefully you tie back your hair, a few errant hairs always manage to escape the elastic. She sighed and went back to fixing the expresso machine.
One thing you have to know about wizards, sorcerers and other magical practictioners is that nomatter how carefully they supress their powers, they always manage to screw up some piece of technology sooner or later. For Astrianna, it was the expresso machine of the coffee shop where she worked. As soon as she got it working again, she sparked an idea. She lay her left palm on the side of the steam boiler and pushed; not physically, but metaphysically. She pushed a little bit of her own life energies into the machine. With the magic just sitting in the metal of the expresso machine, she could let her powers loose without setting the machine haywire again. It actually surprised her that no-one had thought of such a thing before. Or if they had, that they never told her about it. SAhe dusted her hands off, which still tingled slightly from the magic she'd just cast, and started pouring out cappuchinos again for the business lunch rush.
She hated the job, to be quite honest. The uniforms were the ugliest shade of brown she'd ever seen, and Anna had fought goblin armies, so that was saying something. Her shirt was a size or two too small, so she had to mind bending over or leaning, lest her chest burst the buttons again. She was also forced to wear a mini-skirt. The one article of clothing she hated. She liked skirts, and she liked shorts, but the two ideas melded together like this just annoyed her. She sighed and continued to serve the coffee to the cold automatons that filed out of the office buildings across the street, praying for her shift to end.
An hour or so later she got her wish, and immediately changed into her preferred clothes. Tight black jeans (her 'asspants' as she liked to call them) and an equally tight top. It was a black cotton and blood-red lace affair, designed to look a little like a victorian corset or bodice. She loved that sort of thing. It made her look gothic, like the vampiresses she admired so much. Astrianna thought they were beautiful, like they were carved out of a solid block of innuendo. Maybe that was why her kind hated them so much; werewolves just couldn't muster the same kind of sex appeal, nomatter how hard they tried. Astrianna pushed that train of thought aside and threw on her blood-red silk robe; her mark as a Keeper of the Charter of Magnus. But she just called herself a peacekeeper most of the time. She liked the way the robe felt when she wore it though. It had a hundred little dimensional holes in it, which were pockets she'd enchanted it with, carrying spell ingredients and weapons; anything she'd need in a pinch, she just had to think of it and it would appear in hand.
She walked down the street, intent on heading 5 blocks over to the one coffee shop that actually made something halfway decent...
(feel free to jump in any time folks ^^; )
The Keepers of The Charter of Magnus (Or simply, The Keepers)
The Charter of Magnus was a sort of Constitution written by a 15th century alchemist, detailing what the arcane and mundane communities can and cannot do, in regards to dealing with one another. For instance, a werewolf is never allowed to use his feral form against a mundane person, even in self-defense, due to risk of infection. On the other hand, a mundane is not allowed to possess, purchase or manufacture silver munitions without a special permit issued by The Keepers. And, considering the vast amount of magical power at The Keepers' disposal, they can actually enforce these laws within minutes of an infraction. But above all, there are five laws, referred to as the Forbidden Five, and all are punishable by death.
- The Arcane Forbidden Five
1. Thou shalt not kill by arcane force.
2. Thou shalt not enforce thy will upon another through arcane means.
3. Thou shalt not enthrall or otherwise enchant a person or persons.
4. Thou shalt not transfigure or mutate a person or persons.
5. Thou shalt not affect or alter the natural course of events, either through time or undeath.
The Oathbreakers
A group of anarchistic renagades that broke away from The Keepers around the 15th or 16th century. Since then they have grown into a group just as powerful as The Keepers, using their magic and powers to incite a war between the arcane and mundane communities. They have no law structure or constitution to govern their actions, and are purely chaotic in their methods.
Profile Form
Name:
Gender:
Age:
Race: (What species you belong to. Human, vampire, elvish, fae, werewolf, w/e)
Languages: (Languages your char. is familiar with. If non-human, they should know at least one arcane language)
Sexuality:
Alliance: (Keepers, Oathbreakers, or Neutral)
Occupation: (day job and/or arcane job)
Nationality: (Country of origin/heritage)
Personality: (how your character thinks and behaves)
Appearance: (how your character looks and dresses)
Height:
Combat techniques: (fighting styles and weapons training)
Skills: (non-magic skills, powers and abilities. Racial abilities go here.)
Magic: (Any and all spells and magic-like abilities your character has)
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Name: Astrianna
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Race: Werewolf
Languages: English, Fenris (werewolf dialect)
Occupation: Coffeehouse Barista/Warmage (magician/swordsman)
Alliance: Keepers
Nationality: Scottish
Sexuality: Bisexual
Personality: Is very outspoken, and rarely cares what others think of her. Prone to outbursts of anger, especially when people assume she can't or won't do something, or that she's 'dangerous' simply because she's a werewolf.
Skills: Near-omnipotent master of magic. Werewolf heritage, including all inherited powers, abilities and weaknesses. Her werewolf heritage and her mastery of magic tend to meld during her emotional outbursts, causing random objects to vanish, explode, or any number of other unintentional effects.
Appearance: Is lithe and trim, due to years of swordsmanship training, as well as her inherited high metabolism. Dresses in a leather bodice-like vest and silk robe, lined with light, ultra-strong chainmail. On her back is a carved wooden staff that is actually two razor-sharp swords that can be pulled apart and locked together to form a double-edged sword, her preferred weapon. She has shoulder-length brown hair, piercing acid-green eyes, and sharp fangs. People have asked for her measurements; most have ended up incinerated or had their throats cut out.
Height: 5'8"
Combat techniques: Nidan (Lv. 2 Blackbelt) of Goju-Ryu (Hard/soft) Karate, including kobudo (weapon training) in both the bo (staff) and dual wakazashi (shortsword)
Other weapons she is capable of using, although with no formal training include:
Manticore Industries VMS300: A Variable Munitions handgun, similar in design to a GLOCK 17. Is made specifically of noon-forged steel, the only naturally antimagical material on earth. Thus, each bullet fired is charged with antimagic, cutting through sheilds and arcane resistances with equal ease.
Magic:
- Astrianna's collection of spells.
Chain Lightning: Bolt of raw magic leaps from her fingertips and electrocutes the target, and can leap to other targets nearby, doing slightly less damage.
Airwave: A small sonic boom, used to knock back enemies, either in front of her or surrounding her. Can also be used to launch Anna into the air.
Hell's Gatekeeper: Astrianna's werewolf rage channelled into a flaming explosion underneath the target, catching them in a pillar of hellfire.
Firebrand: In human form, Anna can pitch fireballs and cast streamers of flames. In werewolf form, it sets her fur on fire as both a defense and a weapon.
Flashfreeze: Icy sparks fly from Astrianna's fingertips, freezing anything they touch as if they were drops of liquid nitrogen.
Divine Intervention: A single-shot protection spell, absorbing some of the damage from an enemy spell or energy-based attack. Physical attacks have the same effect.
Mudslide: Turns the terrain into an equivilant slippery substance, making standing, running, and so on extremely difficult. Turns stone into sand, or earth into mud, but never both at the same time.
Overgrowth: Casts a handful of sparks on the ground, causing thorny vines, ivys and creepers to spring from the ground and snare anyone who steps in or on them. With focus, Anna can manipulate them like tendrils, but it prevents her from doing anything else.
Touch of Corrosion: Anna's hands glow, and anything that she touches will corrode (if possible) as if infected by a metal-eating disease.
Waterfall: Anna conjures a mass of water, either firing it at the opponent from her palm or dropping it on them from above. Can also be used to propel Anna into the air from below, like Airwave.
Astrianna sighed, combing her hair out of her face for about the millionth time in the last hour. No matter how carefully you tie back your hair, a few errant hairs always manage to escape the elastic. She sighed and went back to fixing the expresso machine.
One thing you have to know about wizards, sorcerers and other magical practictioners is that nomatter how carefully they supress their powers, they always manage to screw up some piece of technology sooner or later. For Astrianna, it was the expresso machine of the coffee shop where she worked. As soon as she got it working again, she sparked an idea. She lay her left palm on the side of the steam boiler and pushed; not physically, but metaphysically. She pushed a little bit of her own life energies into the machine. With the magic just sitting in the metal of the expresso machine, she could let her powers loose without setting the machine haywire again. It actually surprised her that no-one had thought of such a thing before. Or if they had, that they never told her about it. SAhe dusted her hands off, which still tingled slightly from the magic she'd just cast, and started pouring out cappuchinos again for the business lunch rush.
She hated the job, to be quite honest. The uniforms were the ugliest shade of brown she'd ever seen, and Anna had fought goblin armies, so that was saying something. Her shirt was a size or two too small, so she had to mind bending over or leaning, lest her chest burst the buttons again. She was also forced to wear a mini-skirt. The one article of clothing she hated. She liked skirts, and she liked shorts, but the two ideas melded together like this just annoyed her. She sighed and continued to serve the coffee to the cold automatons that filed out of the office buildings across the street, praying for her shift to end.
An hour or so later she got her wish, and immediately changed into her preferred clothes. Tight black jeans (her 'asspants' as she liked to call them) and an equally tight top. It was a black cotton and blood-red lace affair, designed to look a little like a victorian corset or bodice. She loved that sort of thing. It made her look gothic, like the vampiresses she admired so much. Astrianna thought they were beautiful, like they were carved out of a solid block of innuendo. Maybe that was why her kind hated them so much; werewolves just couldn't muster the same kind of sex appeal, nomatter how hard they tried. Astrianna pushed that train of thought aside and threw on her blood-red silk robe; her mark as a Keeper of the Charter of Magnus. But she just called herself a peacekeeper most of the time. She liked the way the robe felt when she wore it though. It had a hundred little dimensional holes in it, which were pockets she'd enchanted it with, carrying spell ingredients and weapons; anything she'd need in a pinch, she just had to think of it and it would appear in hand.
She walked down the street, intent on heading 5 blocks over to the one coffee shop that actually made something halfway decent...
(feel free to jump in any time folks ^^; )
