Faith, you cant channel your powers through a pendant, the only thing that channels power through a pendant is my Relic. i've been discussing this with the others and I think it's best that instead of being "born" with it, as you were born, scientists or something "fused" the relic with your body to create a weapon, but instead your parents somehow escaped, dying in the process.
[FONT="]Personality: Claret is a rather difficult person to describe. On the one hand, she is your typical, everyday teenager who appears to have no other care in world but getting through each day, causing as much mayhem as possible in the process. Of course, most of this is to simply hide her feelings of her relatively short, but more than eventful past. She is usually quite vibrant and mischievous, someone many could possibly refer to as a scamp or a rogue. This naturally, cheeky charm is Claret’s biggest tool in her profession. She uses it to break into someone’s defenses, disarming them with her smile and innocent air before transferring the ownership of their pockets. [/FONT]
[FONT="]However, on the other hand, Claret has a terrible temper. This can flare up at any given moment with only a flush on her cheeks as a forewarning to the tirade coming on. She can be abrasive and rude, judgmental and just a little bit cattish in her remarks. However, these tempers vanish as quickly as they appear, but have helped earned her the title of being ‘quite hot headed’.[/FONT]
[FONT="]But out and out, Claret is a witty, charming little thing with people’s best interests at heart. She had once worked only for herself, but gave up that selfish life to help the more needy with her talents. Though, that isn’t to say that if she sees something she really wants, she won’t take it. She has what some might call a potty mouth, in that she doesn’t care about the foul language that tumble from her lips,[/FONT]
[FONT="]Claret demonstrates a great ability and need to control her external environment. She is incredibly extroverted, not really caring what others think about, nor about giving off good first impressions. Yet, social urges are more mature and fully expressed than people realize – friendships are incredibly important to Claret. She also manifests a strong urge to share and take part in serious and fulfilling relationships, whether these be romantic or platonic.[/FONT]
[FONT="]Xiong has a heightened sense of awareness of what is going on around her, perhaps greater than that of most she knows. Able to judge a target and their impulses, not to mention the ability to gauge their reactions, are just a few things the thief is extremely skilled in.[/FONT]
[FONT="]Claret is not particularly fond of new beginnings, preferring to struggle through than to take the easy route and just start over. She is incredibly daring and loves a challenge, and can become quite aggressive when it comes to her creative notions and she believes that personal goals are sometimes the most important. Xiong is also courageous to the point of recklessness and will flare up at anyone if she feels they are going against her. [/FONT]
[FONT="]Xiong knows she has many flaws and is far from perfect, but she does what she can with what she has at her disposal.[/FONT]
[FONT="]Appearance: With long, deep red hair and sparkling sapphire eyes, Claret is a pretty young woman – or so she is constantly told. Her deep eyes are almond in shape, framed by thick and luxurious lashes, accentuating them perfectly. Her skin has a very light tanned look to it, a very soft caramel in colour. With her hair flowing well past her rear, she tends to wear it lose and flowing in a fashion that has it feathering slightly around her delicate face. Her lips are a natural pale cherry in color, full and womanly in just the right way that they accent her natural beauty.[/FONT]
[FONT="]Reaching in at a dainty five foot even, Claret was not only the youngest of the relic bearers, but also the shortest. This small height makes her profession easier, however as she can get into places taller people cannot. [/FONT]
[FONT="]Her body is naturally slim though her thieving life keeps her muscles strong. Her bust is womanly, curvy and large, tapering perfectly into the rest of her body. However, her attire typically hides her chest somewhat, allowing her to seem younger than she actually is. [/FONT]
[FONT="]Her voice holds a crystal clarity that is so pure it has been said she could sing the birds from the skies and calm the wildest waves if she desired. She believes this to be false, though will use the power of her voice to win over many victims before stealing from them. Claret believes everything about her was made in the image of the perfect thief.[/FONT]
[FONT="]Clothing/Attire: Claret’s attire consists of a pair of short, white skirt, a dark tan belt around the waist. A top matching the skirt covers her upper body, tight around her chest. It is more a long strip of material, wrapped once around her bust before going over her left shoulder creating a sort of sleeve to the elbow on that side. A similar sort of belt to that around her waist wraps around her torso, just beneath her chest. Though roguish in appearance, the outfit has a distinctly Chinese look to it, decorative flowers showing up it in the right lights. Claret wears soft tan boots that reach almost to her knee and she tends to hide her daggers within them. A fingerless, dark glove covers her right hand and a strip of material in the same color wraps around her left wrist and over the palm. She also dons a simple, earthy cloak when in the wilderness or simply traveling. This allows her to hide her form, giving her a more childlike appearance. The rest of her attire is made up by her armor.[/FONT]
[FONT="]Armor: Being a thief, Xiong’s armor is light and versatile. A thing plate covers her left hip, looking more decorative than practical, though Claret is the first to admit that is offers more protection that first noticeable. The thief wears bracers around the top half of her arm, though these appear to be nothing more than simple armlets. To protect her head, a circlet; the design matching that of her hip guard. She did not possess this when she first met the other Relic Holders, acquiring it later. Perhaps because of her run in with the Relic of Skill bearer, Celeste. She also has guards over her shins, though these are not always on show as she switches between wearing them beneath and over her boots, though in either case, the metal covers the top half of her feet, making her kicks pack more than a simple punch.[/FONT]
[FONT="]History: Claret was born into a relatively wealthy family where anything she wanted, she got. Sure, many might have viewed this as a good thing, but the older she got, the more Claret came to resent it. At the age of ten, the tiny girl took to pickpocketing as a form of rebellion against her parents. However, she soon came to realize that she was actually pretty good at it and it became more than a simple sideline for her.[/FONT]
[FONT="]As she reached her teens, Claret ranged her exploits further and further from her home. It was something she enjoyed, the thrill and tension as she snuck into a house and took whatever she pleased, or simply relieving a target of their wallet.[/FONT]
[FONT="]Even though she knew that this life was one of sin, Claret could not help herself. She grew to love the attraction of anything shiny and lost herself to the temptation every time. The flame-haired girl was a very adept thief, always getting away with her prize and never being traced. After a while, she tired of the area she was in and began traveling.[/FONT]
[FONT="]She was around seventeen at the time she broke her weapons. The daggers had been her first steal and she had loved them dearly. However, just that day, she had heard talk of another pair of daggers in the house of what could only be described as a very rich and overbearing woman. Seizing on that story, Claret broke into the mansion of the miserly woman. It didn’t take her very long to find the daggers and upon setting eyes upon them, a strange inferno of intense need for them took over her. Reaching out, she took them. Unbeknownst to her, The Relic of Speed blessed her at that moment.[/FONT]
[FONT="]With her new treasures, Claret ran from the house and stumbled across a man and girl. Stricken, Xixi jumped to conclusions, believing that they were from the mansion she had just raided. She attacked, but had seriously miscalculated this course of action as the girl proved to be deftly accurate with the bow. If it had not been for the spell that froze them, Claret knows, even to this day, that would probably have died that day. Though thankful to the mage for preventing this, she also resented him slightly. [/FONT]
[FONT="]However, the mage recognized the daggers she possessed as being more than just tools for killing. The Bearer of the Relic of Speed, Claret joined with the group.[/FONT]
[FONT="]Claret deeply admired the Possessor of the Ultimate Relic for both his spirit and manner. When he sacrificed himself, it left her emotionally wounded. Having lost her leader, Claret disbanded from the others and returned to her home. [/FONT]
[FONT="]Now, some seventeen years on, her past experiences have changed her from a constantly selfish girl into one who strives to do the best for those less fortunate than she. Though she still thinks about the others every now and then, Xiong tries her hardest to leave the pain she felt behind.[/FONT]
Personality: Calm and cold, she is full of wisdom, which she selfishly hoards to herself. She uses this wisdom for power of her own, wishing to crush the world with the magic she knows and plunge it into control of the shadows. She is a terrifyingly violent person, always using destructive and violent magic to her own ends, and interested in nothing but personal gain. She sees herself as the second in command, due to her age and experience, being quietly arrogant and confident in her own abilities.
Appearance: Tall, at five foot ten inches, with jet black, straight hair that falls to her middle back and is always well combed. Violet, almond shaped eyes full of wisdom and age set in a pale, round face with a pointed chin, which is so pale it is almost pure white. Has pale, plump lips and a slightly pointed, though small nose. She has a slender, acrobatic form and always keeps the Shadow Relic of Intelligence close to her. Thin, pale hands and a cold beauty complete the sinsiter image.
Clothing: A raven black, ankle length, simple dress and two rings on each finger set with dark violet stones, through which she channels her dark spells. She also wears a white pearl necklace around her thin neck. Wears black, crystal-like high heels.
Armour: Diamond armour, spelled to be light and change colour to dark purple. The armour consists of her chestplate, her leg guards and her shin and feet guards. She wears a gold helmet upon her head. Should this protection fail, she makes magical shields around herself.
Alreet, edited everything. Don't know what I did last night, but I was clearly stressed out and forgot about the whole thing of NOT being the central character.
Name: The Cloaked Stranger (Name to revealed later)
Gender: Male
Age:
Physical Age: Unknown
Mental Age: Unknown but is said to be the creator of the Shadow Relics, possibly 200-300 years old.
Relic: The Ultimate Shadow Relic
Personality: Cruel and foreboding, this man will do everything in his power to crush those in his path, he is worshipped by his soldiers and many are terrified of him, his simple presence could make armies surrender
Appearance: Unknown (Will be revealed later) All that can be said is that he is pale skinned
Clothing/Attire: Currently he is only seen wearing a long, black hooded cloak and simple shoes
Armour: N/A
Weapon: Unknown (To be revealed later)
History: This man is the creator of the Shadow Relics, it is unknown how he came to do so but one thing is known, he is the most dangerous man alive. Not much is known about his previous life except that his parents were butchered before him and that he only survived through luck. It is unknown how he is still alive after the owner of the Pendant Relic sacrificed himself to defeat him.
(Rp: The town was quiet and the streets with fewer people. The night bars were opened yet, not many people around. But something wasn't right. The shadows were restless. Then, a shadow moved. Like it was alive or something. From the alley's shadow, a smile was revealed but, as fast as it appeared, it disappeared.
Next morning, the Museum's Top Item had been stolen. The Crown of the King had been stolen and replaced by a replica. The entrance was impossible to get in but, somehow, someone did it. The surveilence cameras didn't pick anything, only shadows playing with the wind.
As the poilice was searching the area, a smile appeared in the opposite alley and a shinning Crown in the top of someone's head. The smile was between two beautifull daggers and two dark eyes.)
Personality: Brash, indecisive and hot-headed. He's exceedingly stealthy, very good thief and a shadowed lurker. He's a not a blunt person, by acting before thinking. Due to his relic, he uses deception, lies and confusion to dozze the enemy and attack from behinde. He is ussualy the one who talks lesser and works untill the mission is done properly.
Clothing/Attire: A silk black sleeveless shirt, with some crimson lines making a broken heart; silk black pants, a pair of black boots and a pair of black gloves, with the same crimson lines.
Armour: All of his armour is black. The armous is covered in chitin plates, which is very controlable and very light, yet, hard as steel. The gloves length are from the shoulders untill the tips of the finger, with blades sticking out of them. The boots are similiar to the gloves. In the neck there's some chitin spikes coming up and two chitin stripes from the two gloves.
History: Felius was born in a poor familly. While the war was still on-going, Felius was brought up in this chaotic world. When he was born, an explosion took place in the planes near them. The explosion was never seen as good a thing so, no one cared about it.
After 15 years, Felius decided to hunt near his home. He lived in a poor house, where he perfected himself in the ways of thievery and deception. While on the hunting, Delius discovered a huge hole in the ground. After looking at it, a shining light appeared and there was 2 daggers.
Upon discovering, Felius got back only to see mercenaries destroying his village and specially his home. In that moment, only rage took over him and with those two daggers, he began taking the mercenaries's life, one by one.
With the mercenaries dead, Felius felt peacefull but, he was wrong. With his actions he became to be chased by the true relics owners. He then pleadge his loyalty to the Shadow Relics Master and began fighting against the true relics owners.
Now, As far as I know, the village you're speaking of isn't the same that Rene, Faith and I are in... He mentioned he told you not to be there... so I'll assume the the village you are in isn't Nilem, right?
Anyways... I guess I won't post in a little while... only when the time comes, xD.
Can I start now?
Name: Julius
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Physical Age: Unknown
Mental Age: Unknown due to Mental Instability
Relic: (will be sent to Skylar)
Personality:
+Appearance+
Julius is a young tall man whose eyes (eyes which ones shown sorrow and missery) are now engulfed with a mad flame of insanity. His eyes are small and sharp with black thin eyebrows. His ears are small and pointy that gives him the appearance of an elf. His nose is moderately small and round in the tip and his mouth is small and dark pink, the upper lip being darker than the lower lip. He has broad shoulders and strong legs that give him the ability to jump higher than normal humans –almost 35% higher than a normal human being-, this as a benefit from his half elfish blood. His black hair (once long and silky) is now cut short and left losen all over his forehead.
-Hair Color: Dark Brownish Blond
-Eye Color: Greenish Grey with a dark golden glow in the very center of the iris
-Height: 5 feet and 9 inches tall
-Weight: 189 lbs +-Complexion: though he is Caucasian, his skin is tanned due to exposure to sunlight during his many travels. His skin is also quite soft and moderately muscular, making him a tall and strong young man. His cheeks tend to blush if he gets embarrassed or feels happy and tries to hide his feelings.
-Build: strong and moderately well defined muscles, an athletic body for someone who loves to have a good health. He has strong arms and legs giving him a good physical resistance to long journeys. +Clothing/Attire: Julius wears a long and ragged black threnchcoat with silver chains wrapped around his arms and hands and a white collar shirt underneath. He wears black gloves with steel plates covering his knuckles. He also is seen wearing dark brown pants with a black leather belt, black ring boots, and black and white scarf around his neck.
+Armour:
-Breastplate: A simple in disign (yet sturdy) iron breastplate which Julius wears underneath his white collar shirt.
+Personality: Once a very kind man, Julius's behavior was drastically altered after his heart was broken due to suffering from the loss of a loved one. Now having lost most of his memories, his mind is now focused on one thing: death. +Weapon:
~+Revenge (renamed Lament of Solitude): A sword infused with the greatest rage unimaginable. Purely made of evil, the sword can only be summoned once by the greatest amount of rage and hatred. Lucious found this sword the day he was possessed by the darkness and now that same insanity was passed on to his brother, Julius. -Blade: The dark silver blade is 5 feet long 2 inches wide with a ruby at the base in which the handle and the blade are connected. Ancient texts were engraved all over the blade and will glow red in response to its wielder’s feelings. -Hand Guard: The hand guard is crescent moon shaped which covers the hands of its wielder. Two black angel wings that go to the sides (left and right) are attached to this part. -Handle: The handle is 8 inches long and was made as a single piece, both the blade and the handle. The handle is covered with red and black silk, golden lines and ancient texts. At the end of the handle, there’s a dark angel wing enveloping a single red ruby.
+History:
Once the proud monarch of past glories, Julius's loss was so unbearable and his heart ached so much, that his will and spirit were torn apart by his conflicting emotions. Desperated, he ran away from home leaving friends and family behind. Tears shed as the broken monarch ran throgh the woods as the stormy weather was seen tearing all the land and threatening to reduce it to nothingness. In this very night, guards, family and friends pursuit Julius's in an attempt to foil Julius's possible plans of self-destruction, but in the end, after the harsh weather passed, what they found was a vast emptyness....nothing....he just disappeared....
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