Vim: Tales from Lumina (Fantasy/Arcanepunk/OOC)

[Spoe Grela]

Character Application
Character Name: Ezora the Corrupter
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Appearance:

Personality: Arrogant and reclusive, thinks non-magic users are weak of mind and that they should be servants to mages.
Age: 53
Occupation: Healer, Necromancer
Likes: Advancement of magic in general, freedom to practice forbidden schools of magic
Dislikes Magiphobes, religious fanatics, regulation of magic in any form
Skills: Her powers of persuasion and seduction (mixed with plenty of forgery, and identity fraud) allow her to start a new life over and over again, blending in to a new society each time. Her medical training and knowledge does legitimately make her a good doctor, if she would stick to helping patients only.
Special Ability(ies) Healing magic - Something had to get perverted to raise undead and healing magic is an easy start. Most patients Ezora sees do actually get treated for their ailments, being returned to health by her supernatural gifts. Unfortunately not everyone is lucky enough to survive her hospital, especially those already on death's door when they find her.

Necromancy - Ezora's ultimate power is the corruption of life itself. She bends the life force of living beings to her will; be it for her own consumption or to raise them as her eternal servant, few are as brazen or wicked with their gifts as the Death Witch. Her undead thralls lose any trace of their former selves' personality or memory, now existing for the sole purpose of fulfilling the commands of their mistress. She maintains the physicality of a woman half her age by siphoning the vitality from both her patients and her thralls.

Sexual preference Pansexual
Identifying features Magical tattoos, undead servants
Bio Ezora is a talented witch who wants more than anything to rise to lichdom. She already has magically made herself younger by stealing the life force of a few subjects. She plans to create a demiplane to hide her phylactery when she has it assembled so that no one can find it to destroy it. She believes lichdom is the answer to all of life's shortcomings, it extends one's limited time alive and also weeds out the weak and rewards the strong. Her practice of necromancy has caused her to be run out several countries already, interrupting her work.

She was born in [New Zealand] to Alban parents who were involved in the colonial government. When her command of healing magics was discovered, she started working with native tribes as a clinical liaison. Some time during this she met a tribal elder who showed her the secret perversion of healing magic, that it could be used for more things than giving life. Once he'd filled her head with the ideas of achieving eternal life, she started to experiment on some of the other tribe members. When someone particularly ill or elderly came to her, she used their expected demise as a cover for robbing them of what was left of their life force and binding their soul to their body as an undead thrall.

This continued for years until some in the tribe started to become suspicious of her and reported her to the colonial authority. Before an investigation could be complete, she faked her own death and moved to nearby Sudland and started a new practice under an assumed name in the colony of Nova Cambria. Once again she started to experiment on remote, underdeveloped peoples. She also started to research the process of building a phylactery to seal away her soul and prevent her mortal demise, though the process is arduous and time consuming causing her to split her focus between research and her work as a healer. At some point during this period she got her arcane tattoos, infused with the power of the rare substance Vali to better focus and control her necrotic abilities.

Unfortunately her stay in NC was cut short when a small amount negligence led to her undead servants being discovered by some of her fellow physicians, causing her to be disgraced in her profession, labelled a monster and given nicknames like "the Corrupter" or "the Death Witch" before becoming wanted by the government for execution. She fled again, this time taking up residence in Schoutenia and resumed her work. She found the colony ideal for working in secret on necromancy, but the lack of technological advancement made working on her main goal of becoming a lich extremely difficult. Growing frustrated at the slow progress, she left the colony for a while to investigate opportunities in [India]. Still needing more, she traveled to Lumina where she plans on staying for a while to work on her phylactery before returning to Schoutenia to complete the ritual and finally break the curse of mortality that has held her back for too long.

Currently she operates a clinic in Lumina under the name Zaleria Alden, treating patients suffering from the outbreak of tuberculosis. While she continues to steal patient's energy to keep herself youthful, she reanimates fewer of them due to the increased risk of being in a large urban area.

[Britanania]

Character Application
Character Name: Ezora the Corrupter
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Appearance:

(Image)

Personality: Arrogant and reclusive, thinks non-magic users are weak of mind and that they should be servants to mages.
Age: 53
Occupation: Healer, Necromancer
Likes: Advancement of magic in general, freedom to practice forbidden schools of magic
Dislikes Magiphobes, religious fanatics, regulation of magic in any form
Skills: Her powers of persuasion and seduction (mixed with plenty of forgery, and identity fraud) allow her to start a new life over and over again, blending in to a new society each time. Her medical training and knowledge does legitimately make her a good doctor, if she would stick to helping patients only.
Special Ability(ies) Healing magic - Something had to get perverted to raise undead and healing magic is an easy start. Most patients Ezora sees do actually get treated for their ailments, being returned to health by her supernatural gifts. Unfortunately not everyone is lucky enough to survive her hospital, especially those already on death's door when they find her.

Necromancy - Ezora's ultimate power is the corruption of life itself. She bends the life force of living beings to her will; be it for her own consumption or to raise them as her eternal servant, few are as brazen or wicked with their gifts as the Death Witch. Her undead thralls lose any trace of their former selves' personality or memory, now existing for the sole purpose of fulfilling the commands of their mistress. She maintains the physicality of a woman half her age by siphoning the vitality from both her patients and her thralls.

Sexual preference Pansexual
Identifying features Magical tattoos, undead servants
Bio Ezora is a talented witch who wants more than anything to rise to lichdom. She already has magically made herself younger by stealing the life force of a few subjects. She plans to create a demiplane to hide her phylactery when she has it assembled so that no one can find it to destroy it. She believes lichdom is the answer to all of life's shortcomings, it extends one's limited time alive and also weeds out the weak and rewards the strong. Her practice of necromancy has caused her to be run out several countries already, interrupting her work.

She was born in [New Zealand] to Alban parents who were involved in the colonial government. When her command of healing magics was discovered, she started working with native tribes as a clinical liaison. Some time during this she met a tribal elder who showed her the secret perversion of healing magic, that it could be used for more things than giving life. Once he'd filled her head with the ideas of achieving eternal life, she started to experiment on some of the other tribe members. When someone particularly ill or elderly came to her, she used their expected demise as a cover for robbing them of what was left of their life force and binding their soul to their body as an undead thrall.

This continued for years until some in the tribe started to become suspicious of her and reported her to the colonial authority. Before an investigation could be complete, she faked her own death and moved to nearby Sudland and started a new practice under an assumed name in the colony of Nova Cambria. Once again she started to experiment on remote, underdeveloped peoples. She also started to research the process of building a phylactery to seal away her soul and prevent her mortal demise, though the process is arduous and time consuming causing her to split her focus between research and her work as a healer. At some point during this period she got her arcane tattoos, infused with the power of the rare substance Vali to better focus and control her necrotic abilities.

Unfortunately her stay in NC was cut short when a small amount negligence led to her undead servants being discovered by some of her fellow physicians, causing her to be disgraced in her profession, labelled a monster and given nicknames like "the Corrupter" or "the Death Witch" before becoming wanted by the government for execution. She fled again, this time taking up residence in Schoutenia and resumed her work. She found the colony ideal for working in secret on necromancy, but the lack of technological advancement made working on her main goal of becoming a lich extremely difficult. Growing frustrated at the slow progress, she left the colony for a while to investigate opportunities in [India]. Still needing more, she traveled to Lumina where she plans on staying for a while to work on her phylactery before returning to Schoutenia to complete the ritual and finally break the curse of mortality that has held her back for too long.

Currently she operates a clinic in Lumina under the name Zaleria Alden, treating patients suffering from the outbreak of tuberculosis. While she continues to steal patient's energy to keep herself youthful, she reanimates fewer of them due to the increased risk of being in a large urban area.

You're accepted.

Welcome to hell

[The Archipelago Territory]

Tag. I might app for this as a godling

[Naval Monte]

OP has been updated to include the new co-ops.

[Brittaniastan]

this looks pretty interesting

[Britanania]

this looks pretty interesting

It really is.

[Brittaniastan]

this looks pretty interesting

It really is.

Any way I can get a discord link, or is that a member only thing?

Cause it looks like I've got a lot of lore to sift through before I can get an idea of what I might wanna do.

[Britanania]

It really is.

Any way I can get a discord link, or is that a member only thing?

Cause it looks like I've got a lot of lore to sift through before I can get an idea of what I might wanna do.

Yeah, this should do it

https://discord.gg/upnuWu

[Brittaniastan]

Character Application

Height: 6'3
Weight: 260 lbs, built like 190

Character Name: Amaan Villarreal
Gender: Male
Race: Human+ (likely)

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Personality: Amaan is a generally calm and well thought individual, but it doesn't do anything to subdue his passion for fighting and climbing the next hill. He'll do what's right so long as it's convenient or there's something to gain, but beyond that, he has no issues turning a blind eye due to his hardened nature forced upon him at a young age. At his core, he's just another guy looking to better himself and get off the streets, be it in more of an unconventional way. Lacking both education and largely basic hygiene as a result of his financial state, moving up is quite a difficult task, especially when he wants no charity from those around him. This roots him out for most conventional jobs, leaving him homeless and struggling to make it by day by day. He's not an idiot, so while he manages to survive, he's not exactly content with his situation. When it comes to general relationships the strongest bonds and the greatest respect is reserved for those with the same passion for fighting. With them, it's ride or die.
Age: 26
Occupation: Homeless
Likes: He enjoys fighting others, naturally, and forming bonds with those that manage to keep up. There's no better way to improve yourself than to find someone that can match you in a different way, expanding both your experience and potentially your prowess. So, he searches for interesting individuals that could give him a run for his money in no more than a sparring match. Generally being inexperienced or unknowledgeable about the finer things in life, for now that is all he has. His bed is a bed, despite being made from trash, and while rat meat, stolen food, and garbage aren't the most pleasant things to consume, it's still something that allows him to keep going.
Dislikes: Rat Meat, roasted or not. His current situation, leaving him restricted to blighttown.

Skills:
Experienced Combatant - From fists to small blades, he is both insanely skilled and experienced while constantly looking for ways to become better at what he does. His strikes are accurate, so are his throws, and none of it should be taken lightly.

Relentless - When it comes down to it, he can fight until he either wins or is subdued. Pain isn't washed away, but exploited to solidify his thirst to win. Break his hand? He'll strike with it regardless. Break his arm? He'll move down to elbows.

Flexible Frame - Thanks to the heavy injury his habits have caused him to sustain from a young age, his body developed in such a way to allow him to minimize damage to his joints. He does this by being significantly more flexible than what his frame would suggest, allowing him to remain balanced at more awkward positions and even dislocate limbs painlessly.

Vascular - One really important factor when it comes to combat is blood flow. Due to the high stress nature of his lifestyle and the sheer oxygen demand his body has, his veins have grown with time to more efficiently deliver oxygen to important areas of his body, both allowing him to maintain a low bpm with higher levels of exertion and supercharge his body once it passes that threshold.

Special Ability(ies)
Enhanced Muscle and Bone Density - Unlike your average person, his body is far denser and more powerful than that of your average human. As a result, his weight far exceeds what someone would expect from his size, but it allows him to not only be far more resilient, but stronger pound for pound.

Enhanced Muscle Usage - Taking a hit to his stamina, he can push himself beyond typical limits and have absolute muscle fiber activation. With a predominant distribution of fast twitch muscle, this will allow him to perform both incredible feats of strength and speed.

Calm Mind - Being a key part of his skill Resolution, it allows him to free his mind of distractions, focusing only on the task at hand. Emotions and spare thoughts are pushed away, mental blocks are destroyed, and he is able to remain calm over emotion. Anger can rise up, adrenaline can kick in, but none of it will take over his mind.

Intuitive - He's a quick learner, catching onto concepts and understanding faster than most people. It's shined in combat, allowing him to catch on to weak points in other's form or guard, and even learn to exploit his own body's mechanisms further. While learning something entirely foreign takes some time regardless, it allows him to quickly advance it and look for his own underlying faults to improve upon.

Fast Reaction - In that first shred of light that his eye can perceive, he is able to act upon it, allowing him to quickly dodge, block, or counter when not caught off guard.

Resolution - Acting more as a state of mind, it provides a sense of clarity, allowing him to remain calm and rational while his body surges with adrenaline and murderous intent.

Release - Once triggered, his body is thrown into overdrive, enhancing his strength, speed, senses, and perception. This stands as his true power, others as pieces of it or skills gained to minimize the damage overclocking his body to go well beyond its limits can do. But, it has a cost. The body isn't meant to operate at that level or output that much force. So, punches will damage tendons and ligaments, his enhanced senses will leave his mind feeling foggy afterwards, and his body will burn through every calorie available.

Sexual preference Heterosexual
Identifying features Light orange eye glow.
Bio
If you're looking for a man with a life surrounded by tragedy and heartache, Amaan isn't your guy. While yes, he was an orphan without a dollar to his name or knowledge of where he came from, that hasn't changed with time. He grew up on the streets of Lumina. It was a tough style of life, resulting in numerous fights against children in a similar situation and even adults when he stole food and failed to be slick about it. While he lost many at this point in his life, that never stopped him from trying.

Starvation was one hell of a thing to try to ward off, and if you're hungry enough, you get desperate. This lead him to stealing food from gardens, people in the streets, and even some shops. But even that isn't enough, so he has to hunt what animals he can find, largely including rats, dogs, cats, and amphibious creatures near water or sewers. It wasn't pleasant, and with some experience it became tolerable, but that's what it took to stay fed. In time, after he had grown some and his strength had surfaced, he was able to take on the occasional odd job in construction here and there, lifting heavy objects for enough money to have a few proper meals now and then.

When it comes to helping others, he wasn't quite as cold as his is now. As a child, he'd try to do the right thing more often than not, trying to show compassion to children in his position. Sharing food wasn't an option, because in the midst of starvation, greed will surface. A kind act can quickly turn into a display of violence there, often leaving him hungrier and hurt even if he managed to win. There's just too many people in the world that think of themselves first, like him, willing to do whatever it takes to make it to the next day. So, with time, he slowly learned to turn a blind eye, knowing that the consequences aren't worth it and slowly fell into a state of isolation.

Eventually, powers began to manifest thanks to his habit of hunting rats when stealing wasn't enough, but they lacked control. It started slow, like grabbing an arm and accidentally crushing it, but leaving the tendons in his hand torn as a result. Through a long and painful process, he learned to control the ungodly strength, slowly adapting his body to be able to handle it. It was around then that someone started to take interest in him. Amaan was nothing more than another kid in the slums, covered in dirt and dressed in rags. But his strength and resilience didn't go unnoticed by a visitor to Lumina during a fateful stroll through the slums. He was a mercenary, appearing to be a mix of human and orc.

He was taught the fundamentals of various forms of combat, including a style of monkey paw. Day after day, whenever that brutish looking man showed up at his little corner of hell, he'd practice, stretching his tendons to expand his range. Using a bucket of sand and the murky water available to them, he'd boil it, pour it in, and go to town. While it was incredibly painful to start, he soon found that it had hardened the skin on his hands, both strengthening them and increasing their durability. With that, and countless hours of dragging his knuckles across a stone wall, leaving bloody steaks on the cold surface, he soon found that he was able to clip his teacher with joints of his fingers. While it didn't sound like much, with the power that the hot sand had developed in his arms and hands, it allowed him to cut at skin and clothes, leaving several cut within seconds. This, among other forms he practiced, it started to become like a game to him. A sport, existing sheerly for the thrill of playing, and it was this mentality his young mind latched to. When the man stopped showing up, it came at a small surprise, but it didn't cause that much heartache. He had what he needed to build upon, and that is exactly what he devoted himself to doing.

Eventually, there was one weakness that started to stick out like a sore thumb. While he had become competent and close quarters, he still lacked range. While his body formed a perfect circle, it didn't give him the reach he needed against some targets. So, because he was too poor to run with a gun like others, he got to work with what was available. Scraps of metal and glass. So, while he continued to practice what he had learned, he took it a step further and began to expand on it. Throwing a knife or similarly sharp object gave him what he needed, so he got to work, learning efficient movements to transition between types of strikes and force output with accurate throws. But, a scrap of metal or a shard of glass wasn't a proper weapon. So, slaving away with a piece of hardened steel and stones, he ground away, creating a rough throwing knife that possessed a lot of mass. Using it was another struggle, another hill to climb, and it left his hands scarred from the abuse. But, in time, the skill blossomed, and he got a saving throw.

Then came the release, and that was the worst of it. Imagine trying to run after stealing something to eat, only to find yourself shattering the ground with a monstrous step, throwing you into the air, confused and off balance. After it was over, and the world seemed to speed up again, he was left feeling hungover and drained, as though he had managed to fall into starvation over the course of a few minutes. It was another long and grueling task, but in time he managed to learn to keep that one in check too. With several more years of honing his skills and now searching for his own opponents to further improve his ability, this story brings us to the present, almost elvish in beauty, well built, rat-eating man you have now.

Theme Song Theme
Relationships: lol not yet

[Naval Monte]

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Accepted

[Normudria]

Wow, nice! Is the discord needed for participating in this RP?

[Britanania]

Wow, nice! Is the discord needed for participating in this RP?

It isn't.

[True Refuge]

Wow, nice! Is the discord needed for participating in this RP?

It is recommended though, since there’s a fair amount of lore written up in one of the channels.

[Brittaniastan]

Updated.

Character Application

Height: 6'3
Weight: 260 lbs, built like 190

Character Name: Amaan Villarreal
Gender: Male
Race: Human+ (likely)

---

Personality: Amaan is a generally calm and well thought individual, but it doesn't do anything to subdue his love for fighting and climbing the next hill. His passion knows no bounds, acting almost as an obsession. At his core, he's just another guy looking to better himself, wanting to get off the streets. Lacking both education and largely basic hygiene as a result of his financial state, he’s stuck in a pretty tough situation. It roots him out for most conventional jobs, leaving him with only part time work here and there. When it comes to general relationships the strongest bonds and the greatest respect is reserved for those with the same passion for fighting. With them, it's ride or die.
Age: 26
Occupation: Homeless
Likes: He enjoys fighting others, naturally, and forming bonds with those that manage to keep up. There's no better way to improve yourself than to find someone that can match you in a different way, expanding both your experience and potentially your prowess. So, he searches for interesting individuals that could give him a run for his money in no more than a sparring match. Generally being inexperienced or unknowledgeable about the finer things in life, for now that is all he has. His bed is a bed, despite being made from trash, and while rat meat, stolen food, and garbage aren't the most pleasant things to consume, it's still something that allows him to keep going.
Dislikes: Rat Meat, roasted or not. His current situation, leaving him restricted to blighttown.

Skills:
Experienced Combatant - From fists to small blades, he is both insanely skilled and experienced while constantly looking for ways to become better at what he does. His strikes are accurate, so are his throws, and none of it should be taken lightly.

Relentless - When it comes down to it, he can fight until he either wins or is subdued. Pain isn't washed away, but exploited to solidify his thirst to win. Break his hand? He'll strike with it regardless. Break his arm? He'll move down to the elbows.

Flexible Frame - Thanks to the heavy injury his habits have caused him to sustain from a young age, his body developed in such a way to allow him to minimize damage to his joints. He does this by being significantly more flexible than what his frame would suggest, allowing him to remain balanced at more awkward positions and even dislocate limbs painlessly.

Vascular - One really important factor when it comes to combat is blood flow. Due to the high stress nature of his lifestyle and the sheer oxygen demand his body, his veins have grown with time to more efficiently deliver oxygen to important areas of his body, both allowing him to maintain a low bpm with higher levels of exertion and supercharge his body once it passes that threshold.

Special Ability(ies)
Enhanced Muscle and Bone Density - Unlike your average person, his body is far denser and more powerful than that of your average human. As a result, his weight far exceeds what someone would expect from his size, but it allows him to not only be far more resilient, but stronger pound for pound.

Enhanced Muscle Usage - Taking a hit to his stamina, he can push himself beyond typical limits and have absolute muscle fiber activation. With a predominant distribution of fast twitch muscle, this will allow him to perform both incredible feats of strength and speed.

Calm Mind - Being a key part of his skill Resolution, it allows him to free his mind of distractions, focusing only on the task at hand. Emotions and spare thoughts are pushed away, mental blocks are destroyed. Anger can rise up, adrenaline can kick in, but none of it will take over his mind.

Intuitive - He's a quick learner, catching onto concepts and understanding faster than most people. It's shined in combat, allowing him to catch on to weak points in other's form or guard, and even learn to exploit his own body's mechanisms further. While learning something entirely foreign takes some time regardless, it allows him to quickly advance it and look for his own underlying faults to improve upon.

Fast Reaction - In that first shred of light that his eye can perceive, he is able to act upon it, allowing him to quickly dodge, block, or counter when not caught off guard.

Resolution - Acting more as a state of mind, it provides a sense of clarity, allowing him to remain calm and rational while his body surges with adrenaline and murderous intent.

Release - Once triggered, his body is thrown into overdrive, enhancing his strength, speed, senses, and perception. This stands as his true power, others as pieces of it or skills gained to minimize the damage overclocking his body to go well beyond its limits can do. But, it has a cost. The body isn't meant to operate at that level or output that much force. So, punches will damage tendons and ligaments, his enhanced senses will leave his mind feeling foggy, and his body will burn through every calorie available.

Sexual preference Heterosexual
Identifying features Light orange eye glow, facial markings
Bio
If you're looking for a man with a life surrounded by tragedy and heartache, Amaan isn't your guy. While yes, he was an orphan without a dollar to his name or knowledge of where he came from, that hasn't changed with time. He grew up on the streets of Lumina with nothing but his name, Amaan Villarreal. Despite having no memory of his parents, it was something that stuck with him, because it was the only thing that was truly his in a hell of poverty. It was a tough style of life, resulting in numerous fights against children in a similar situation and even adults when he stole food and failed to be slick about it. While he lost many at this point in his life, that never stopped him from trying.

Starvation was one hell of a thing to try to ward off, and if you're hungry enough, you get desperate. This lead him to stealing food from gardens, people in the streets, and even some shops. But even that isn't enough, so he has to hunt what animals he can find, largely including rats, dogs, cats, and amphibious creatures near water or sewers. It wasn't pleasant, and with some experience it became tolerable, but that's what it took to stay fed. In time, after he had grown some and his strength had surfaced, he was able to take on the occasional odd job in construction here and there, lifting heavy objects for enough money to have a few proper meals now and then.

When it comes to helping others, he wasn't quite as cold as his is now. As a child, he'd try to do the right thing more often than not, trying to show compassion to children in his position. Sharing food wasn't an option, because in the midst of starvation, greed will surface. A kind act can quickly turn into a display of violence there, often leaving him hungrier and hurt even if he managed to win. There's just too many people in the world that think of themselves first, like him, willing to do whatever it takes to make it to the next day. So, with time, he slowly learned to turn a blind eye, knowing that it’s not worth the consequences and slowly fell into a state of isolation.

Eventually, powers began to manifest thanks to his habit of hunting rats, but they lacked control. It started slow, like grabbing an arm and accidentally crushing it, but leaving the tendons in his hand torn as a result. Through a long and painful process, he learned to control the ungodly strength, slowly adapting his body to be able to handle it. It was around then that someone started to take interest in him. Amaan was nothing more than another kid in the slums, covered in dirt and dressed in rags. But his strength and resilience didn't go unnoticed by a visitor to Lumina during a fateful stroll through the slums. He was a mercenary, appearing to be a mix of human and orc. His name, Urodark Khazat, was one he wasn’t going to forget.

He was taught the fundamentals of various forms of combat, including a style of monkey paw. Day after day, whenever that brutish looking man showed up at his little corner of hell, he'd practice, stretching his tendons to expand his range. Using a bucket of sand and the murky water available to them, he'd boil it, pour it in, and go to town. While it was incredibly painful to start, he soon found that it had hardened the skin on his hands, both strengthening them and increasing their durability. With that, and countless hours of dragging his knuckles across a stone wall, leaving bloody steaks on the cold surface, he soon found that he was able to clip his teacher with joints of his fingers. While it didn't sound like much, with the power that the hot sand had developed in his arms and hands, it allowed him to cut at skin and clothes, leaving several cuts within seconds. This, among other forms he practiced, it started to become like a game to him. A sport, existing sheerly for the thrill of playing, and it was this mentality his young mind latched to. When Urodark stopped showing up, it came as a small surprise, but it didn't cause much heartache. He had what he needed to build upon, and that is exactly what he devoted himself to doing.

Eventually, there was one weakness that started to stick out like a sore thumb. While he had become competent and close quarters, he still lacked range. While his body formed a perfect circle, it didn't give him the reach he needed against some targets. So, because he was too poor to run with a gun like others, he got to work with what was available. Scraps of metal and glass. So, while he continued to practice what he had learned, he took it a step further and began to expand on it. Throwing a knife or similarly sharp object gave him what he needed, so he got to work, learning efficient movements to transition between types of strikes and force output with accurate throws. But, a scrap of metal or a shard of glass wasn't a proper weapon. So, slaving away with a piece of hardened steel and stones, he ground away, creating a rough throwing knife that possessed a lot of mass. Using it was another struggle, another hill to climb, and it left his hands scarred from the abuse. But, in time, the skill blossomed, and he got a saving throw.

Then came the release, and that was the worst of it. Imagine trying to run after stealing something to eat, only to find yourself shattering the ground with a monstrous step, throwing you into the air, confused and off balance. After it was over, and the world seemed to speed up again, he was left feeling hungover and drained, as though he had managed to fall into starvation over the course of a few minutes. It was another long and grueling task, but in time he managed to learn to keep that one in check too. With several more years of honing his skills and now searching for his own opponents to further improve his ability, this story brings us to the present, almost elvish in beauty, well built, rat-eating man you have now.

Theme Song Theme
Relationships: lol not yet

[Britanania]

Updated.

Character Application

(Image)
Height: 6'3
Weight: 260 lbs, built like 190

Character Name: Amaan Villarreal
Gender: Male
Race: Human+ (likely)

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Personality: Amaan is a generally calm and well thought individual, but it doesn't do anything to subdue his love for fighting and climbing the next hill. His passion knows no bounds, acting almost as an obsession. At his core, he's just another guy looking to better himself, wanting to get off the streets. Lacking both education and largely basic hygiene as a result of his financial state, he’s stuck in a pretty tough situation. It roots him out for most conventional jobs, leaving him with only part time work here and there. When it comes to general relationships the strongest bonds and the greatest respect is reserved for those with the same passion for fighting. With them, it's ride or die.
Age: 26
Occupation: Homeless
Likes: He enjoys fighting others, naturally, and forming bonds with those that manage to keep up. There's no better way to improve yourself than to find someone that can match you in a different way, expanding both your experience and potentially your prowess. So, he searches for interesting individuals that could give him a run for his money in no more than a sparring match. Generally being inexperienced or unknowledgeable about the finer things in life, for now that is all he has. His bed is a bed, despite being made from trash, and while rat meat, stolen food, and garbage aren't the most pleasant things to consume, it's still something that allows him to keep going.
Dislikes: Rat Meat, roasted or not. His current situation, leaving him restricted to blighttown.

Skills:
Experienced Combatant - From fists to small blades, he is both insanely skilled and experienced while constantly looking for ways to become better at what he does. His strikes are accurate, so are his throws, and none of it should be taken lightly.

Relentless - When it comes down to it, he can fight until he either wins or is subdued. Pain isn't washed away, but exploited to solidify his thirst to win. Break his hand? He'll strike with it regardless. Break his arm? He'll move down to the elbows.

Flexible Frame - Thanks to the heavy injury his habits have caused him to sustain from a young age, his body developed in such a way to allow him to minimize damage to his joints. He does this by being significantly more flexible than what his frame would suggest, allowing him to remain balanced at more awkward positions and even dislocate limbs painlessly.

Vascular - One really important factor when it comes to combat is blood flow. Due to the high stress nature of his lifestyle and the sheer oxygen demand his body, his veins have grown with time to more efficiently deliver oxygen to important areas of his body, both allowing him to maintain a low bpm with higher levels of exertion and supercharge his body once it passes that threshold.

Special Ability(ies)
Enhanced Muscle and Bone Density - Unlike your average person, his body is far denser and more powerful than that of your average human. As a result, his weight far exceeds what someone would expect from his size, but it allows him to not only be far more resilient, but stronger pound for pound.

Enhanced Muscle Usage - Taking a hit to his stamina, he can push himself beyond typical limits and have absolute muscle fiber activation. With a predominant distribution of fast twitch muscle, this will allow him to perform both incredible feats of strength and speed.

Calm Mind - Being a key part of his skill Resolution, it allows him to free his mind of distractions, focusing only on the task at hand. Emotions and spare thoughts are pushed away, mental blocks are destroyed. Anger can rise up, adrenaline can kick in, but none of it will take over his mind.

Intuitive - He's a quick learner, catching onto concepts and understanding faster than most people. It's shined in combat, allowing him to catch on to weak points in other's form or guard, and even learn to exploit his own body's mechanisms further. While learning something entirely foreign takes some time regardless, it allows him to quickly advance it and look for his own underlying faults to improve upon.

Fast Reaction - In that first shred of light that his eye can perceive, he is able to act upon it, allowing him to quickly dodge, block, or counter when not caught off guard.

Resolution - Acting more as a state of mind, it provides a sense of clarity, allowing him to remain calm and rational while his body surges with adrenaline and murderous intent.

Release - Once triggered, his body is thrown into overdrive, enhancing his strength, speed, senses, and perception. This stands as his true power, others as pieces of it or skills gained to minimize the damage overclocking his body to go well beyond its limits can do. But, it has a cost. The body isn't meant to operate at that level or output that much force. So, punches will damage tendons and ligaments, his enhanced senses will leave his mind feeling foggy, and his body will burn through every calorie available.

Sexual preference Heterosexual
Identifying features Light orange eye glow, facial markings
Bio
If you're looking for a man with a life surrounded by tragedy and heartache, Amaan isn't your guy. While yes, he was an orphan without a dollar to his name or knowledge of where he came from, that hasn't changed with time. He grew up on the streets of Lumina with nothing but his name, Amaan Villarreal. Despite having no memory of his parents, it was something that stuck with him, because it was the only thing that was truly his in a hell of poverty. It was a tough style of life, resulting in numerous fights against children in a similar situation and even adults when he stole food and failed to be slick about it. While he lost many at this point in his life, that never stopped him from trying.

Starvation was one hell of a thing to try to ward off, and if you're hungry enough, you get desperate. This lead him to stealing food from gardens, people in the streets, and even some shops. But even that isn't enough, so he has to hunt what animals he can find, largely including rats, dogs, cats, and amphibious creatures near water or sewers. It wasn't pleasant, and with some experience it became tolerable, but that's what it took to stay fed. In time, after he had grown some and his strength had surfaced, he was able to take on the occasional odd job in construction here and there, lifting heavy objects for enough money to have a few proper meals now and then.

When it comes to helping others, he wasn't quite as cold as his is now. As a child, he'd try to do the right thing more often than not, trying to show compassion to children in his position. Sharing food wasn't an option, because in the midst of starvation, greed will surface. A kind act can quickly turn into a display of violence there, often leaving him hungrier and hurt even if he managed to win. There's just too many people in the world that think of themselves first, like him, willing to do whatever it takes to make it to the next day. So, with time, he slowly learned to turn a blind eye, knowing that it’s not worth the consequences and slowly fell into a state of isolation.

Eventually, powers began to manifest thanks to his habit of hunting rats, but they lacked control. It started slow, like grabbing an arm and accidentally crushing it, but leaving the tendons in his hand torn as a result. Through a long and painful process, he learned to control the ungodly strength, slowly adapting his body to be able to handle it. It was around then that someone started to take interest in him. Amaan was nothing more than another kid in the slums, covered in dirt and dressed in rags. But his strength and resilience didn't go unnoticed by a visitor to Lumina during a fateful stroll through the slums. He was a mercenary, appearing to be a mix of human and orc. His name, Urodark Khazat, was one he wasn’t going to forget.

He was taught the fundamentals of various forms of combat, including a style of monkey paw. Day after day, whenever that brutish looking man showed up at his little corner of hell, he'd practice, stretching his tendons to expand his range. Using a bucket of sand and the murky water available to them, he'd boil it, pour it in, and go to town. While it was incredibly painful to start, he soon found that it had hardened the skin on his hands, both strengthening them and increasing their durability. With that, and countless hours of dragging his knuckles across a stone wall, leaving bloody steaks on the cold surface, he soon found that he was able to clip his teacher with joints of his fingers. While it didn't sound like much, with the power that the hot sand had developed in his arms and hands, it allowed him to cut at skin and clothes, leaving several cuts within seconds. This, among other forms he practiced, it started to become like a game to him. A sport, existing sheerly for the thrill of playing, and it was this mentality his young mind latched to. When Urodark stopped showing up, it came as a small surprise, but it didn't cause much heartache. He had what he needed to build upon, and that is exactly what he devoted himself to doing.

Eventually, there was one weakness that started to stick out like a sore thumb. While he had become competent and close quarters, he still lacked range. While his body formed a perfect circle, it didn't give him the reach he needed against some targets. So, because he was too poor to run with a gun like others, he got to work with what was available. Scraps of metal and glass. So, while he continued to practice what he had learned, he took it a step further and began to expand on it. Throwing a knife or similarly sharp object gave him what he needed, so he got to work, learning efficient movements to transition between types of strikes and force output with accurate throws. But, a scrap of metal or a shard of glass wasn't a proper weapon. So, slaving away with a piece of hardened steel and stones, he ground away, creating a rough throwing knife that possessed a lot of mass. Using it was another struggle, another hill to climb, and it left his hands scarred from the abuse. But, in time, the skill blossomed, and he got a saving throw.

Then came the release, and that was the worst of it. Imagine trying to run after stealing something to eat, only to find yourself shattering the ground with a monstrous step, throwing you into the air, confused and off balance. After it was over, and the world seemed to speed up again, he was left feeling hungover and drained, as though he had managed to fall into starvation over the course of a few minutes. It was another long and grueling task, but in time he managed to learn to keep that one in check too. With several more years of honing his skills and now searching for his own opponents to further improve his ability, this story brings us to the present, almost elvish in beauty, well built, rat-eating man you have now.

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Relationships: lol not yet

Formally accepted

[Brittaniastan]

Character Application

Character Name: Meire
Gender: Male
Race: Spirit
Personality: Meire is a neutral entity, wanting simply to experience the mortal world after the barrier was broken once more. However, due to the nature of how he chooses to do so, he causes a significant amount of suffering to the host as their body is consumed by his flames. While any death is unintentional, it is unavoidable in some cases.
Age: Roughly 1500
Occupation: Varies based on host.
Likes: He is fascinated by the various beings in Numina and the technological marvels that they have created, going so far as to recreate magic once it had faded and even breaking down the barrier between worlds once more. Along with this comes the many facets of life, ranging from work to the simple things people do to entertain themselves in their strange world.
Dislikes Exorcists, naturally, as they intend to bring his fun to an end. Water, given that it interferes with his power. Ice, and colder environments also bother him, since his presence causes the bodies of hosts to run hotter.
Skills: He's multilingual, and slowly becoming more skilled at manipulation as he goes through more hosts. He needs to be able to hide in their shoes, mimicking their personality and living their life. Aside from that, in his true form he's a hellish attack animal, employing his teeth and claws where his flames fail.
Special Ability(ies)
Fire can warm and comfort, but it can also bring pain and destroy. It is a force of nature with two faces, and that same idea applies to his abilities. While he can create flames and produce enough heat to melt away at metals, the duration and intensity of which being determined by the host, he can also apply them in more unconventional ways, be it rapid yet painful healing or sparing unwanted targets of their touch. Sadly the latter abilities are not as effective on the host, given that they are attempting to contain him as a vessel and channel his power.

Possession is how he sustains a physical form in the world of Numia. To do so, he invades the mind of a host, pushing them back to act as nothing more than an observer as they lose control of their own actions. In some cases, it can be taken further, forcing the host into a dreamlike state. When it comes to choosing hosts, some are more mentally and physically durable, allowing them to last longer than others. A number have burned out, and in the worst cases, left them as a pile of charred remains. Others have survived, marked by his burns and gifted with a sliver of his power, where in most cases manifested as a trick about as useful as a lighter. Another form of this is contracting, where two souls are bound, sharing strength and allowing him to maintain his form in the physical world in exchange for the host’s stamina. This comes at a cost to both sides, where the spirit will fall under the control of the host and the host will sustain injury if the spirit’s output exceeds their body’s limit.
Sexual preference Could go either way.
Identifying features Hosts typically start to show burns once he manifests flames. Upon possession, the body attempts to adapt, causing temp to be elevated to the level of a high fever, reddening in the eyes, and a gradual shift in biomass if the host is obese.
Bio Born long ago within the realm of fire, this spirit, like many others, walked the earth in the time of magic. It was a time of wonder and mystery as the life of Numina learned and grew, slowly becoming more adept at manipulating the forces that connected their world to many others. But, with time, that energy that permeated all of creation began to fade, leaving a barrier that cut Numina away from various other worlds.All wasn’t lost, however, as various magical resources existed throughout the mortal realm. And like they did before, the curious creatures of Numina began to learn and grow down a different path. Their efforts eroded the barrier, bringing their world to many others once again.

That is where Meire’s story begins, deep underground where a select few were sent to investigate a rumored Vali deposit. A few mages and geologists made their team, and as they neared the source, where crystalline structures jutted across the stone walls and glowing energy flowed freely as though it were a subterranean river, all sorts of spirits started to fade in and out of view. Naturally, curiosity took hold of a few of the mages at the sight of this once in a lifetime experience. They explored a little too far, drawing more attention than they should have from the many non-corporeal entities surrounding them. One of the men taking samples began to complain about the temperature, despite the cavern being far colder than the surface. And before the others could realize what had happened, they collapsed to a foreign invader and fell unconscious. The others, seeing this as an emergency, took what samples they could to confirm the site and evacuated with their fallen member.

The second host was found at a clinic where the first was being treated for burns, left in a comatose state after possession. They were dying, already giving in from the moment he was taken by Meire, so a new body was needed. Using what little strength that remained in that body, Meire muttered a few silent words to a nurse during a regular checkup. Curiosity was her downfall as the movement prompted her to step closer, giving Meire the opportunity to jump over. And as he left the first body, it fell silent, not so much as another beat sounding from within his chest. It was here that the vicious cycle began, where his presence would eat away at the flesh of numerous hosts so he can entertain himself with the modern marvels of the mortal world.
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[Britanania]

Character Application

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Character Name: Meire
Gender: Male
Race: Spirit
Personality: Meire is a neutral entity, wanting simply to experience the mortal world after the barrier was broken once more. However, due to the nature of how he chooses to do so, he causes a significant amount of suffering to the host as their body is consumed by his flames. While any death is unintentional, it is unavoidable in some cases.
Age: Roughly 1500
Occupation: Varies based on host.
Likes: He is fascinated by the various beings in Numina and the technological marvels that they have created, going so far as to recreate magic once it had faded and even breaking down the barrier between worlds once more. Along with this comes the many facets of life, ranging from work to the simple things people do to entertain themselves in their strange world.
Dislikes Exorcists, naturally, as they intend to bring his fun to an end.
Skills: Multilingual
Special Ability(ies)
Fire can warm and comfort, but it can also bring pain and destroy. It is a force of nature with two faces, and that same idea applies to his abilities. While he can create flames and produce enough heat to melt away at metals, the duration and intensity of which being determined by the host, he can also apply them in more unconventional ways, be it rapid yet painful healing or sparing unwanted targets of their touch. Sadly the latter abilities are not as effective on the host, given that they are attempting to contain him as a vessel and channel his power.

Possession is how he sustains a physical form in the world of Numia. To do so, he invades the mind of a host, pushing them back to act as nothing more than an observer as they lose control of their own actions. In some cases, it can be taken further, forcing the host into a dreamlike state. When it comes to choosing hosts, some are more mentally and physically durable, allowing them to last longer than others. A number have burned out, and in the worst cases, left them as a pile of charred remains. Others have survived, marked by his burns and gifted with a sliver of his power, where in most cases manifested as a trick about as useful as a lighter. Another form of this is contracting, where two souls are bound, sharing strength and allowing him to maintain his form in the physical world in exchange for the host’s stamina. This comes at a cost to both sides, where the spirit will fall under the control of the host and the host will sustain injury if the spirit’s output exceeds their body’s limit.
Sexual preference Could go either way.
Identifying features Hosts typically start to show burns once he manifests flames. Upon possession, the body attempts to adapt, causing temp to be elevated to the level of a high fever, reddening in the eyes, and a gradual shift in biomass if the host is obese.
Bio Born long ago within the realm of fire, this spirit, like many others, walked the earth in the time of magic. It was a time of wonder and mystery as the life of Numina learned and grew, slowly becoming more adept at manipulating the forces that connected their world to many others. But, with time, that energy that permeated all of creation began to fade, leaving a barrier that cut Numina away from various other worlds.All wasn’t lost, however, as various magical resources existed throughout the mortal realm. And like they did before, the curious creatures of Numina began to learn and grow down a different path. Their efforts eroded the barrier, bringing their world to many others once again.

That is where Meire’s story begins, deep underground where a select few were sent to investigate a rumored Vali deposit. A few mages and geologists made their team, and as they neared the source, where crystalline structures jutted across the stone walls and glowing energy flowed freely as though it were a subterranean river, all sorts of spirits started to fade in and out of view. Naturally, curiosity took hold of a few of the mages at the sight of this once in a lifetime experience. They explored a little too far, drawing more attention than they should have from the many non-corporeal entities surrounding them. One of the men taking samples began to complain about the temperature, despite the cavern being far colder than the surface. And before the others could realize what had happened, they collapsed to a foreign invader and fell unconscious. The others, seeing this as an emergency, took what samples they could to confirm the site and evacuated with their fallen member.

The second host was found at a clinic where the first was being treated for burns, left in a comatose state after possession. They were dying, already giving in from the moment he was taken by Meire, so a new body was needed. Using what little strength that remained in that body, Meire muttered a few silent words to a nurse during a regular checkup. Curiosity was her downfall as the movement prompted her to step closer, giving Meire the opportunity to jump over. And as he left the first body, it fell silent, not so much as another beat sounding from within his chest. It was here that the vicious cycle began, where his presence would eat away at the flesh of numerous hosts so he can entertain himself with the modern marvels of the mortal world.
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Seems good, unless Naval has any complaints

[Naval Monte]

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Maybe some more skills on the regular skills and maybe some more dislikes. Otherwise it's pretty good.

[Brittaniastan]

added to the skills and dislikes

[Naval Monte]

added to the skills and dislikes

Much better.

[Naval Monte]

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Your app is accepted

[Naval Monte]

Don't worry the collabs should end soon folks... hopefully.

[Prusselanden]

Character Application
Character Name: Viorica Brancush
Gender: F
Race: Vampire
Appearance: https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/522156519157137421/642604651660967976/IMG_4842.jpg
Personality: She's fairly mysterious in personality, but enjoys theatrics despite the gloomy role of her job. She's very observant about people from the first impression. Although taking great pride in being a vampire, Viorica does not consider herself above other beings and shares equal compassion for all species. Her normal mood is calm but sanguine. She's practically a grandma when it comes to technology.
Age: 680
Occupation: Funeral director. She also makes floral arrangements for funerals.
Likes: Gardening, plants, V8 juice, bags of blood, Edouard, bats, herbal teas, mauriwana.
Dislikes Technology, formulaic and austere funerals, caffeinated drinks, other vampires.
Skills: Very skilled in hand to hand combat, has ample knowledge of vampire history and ancient secrets of the vampire race due to her age, good at gardening and organizing great funerals. Conversational skills in a few extinct languages. She is very good at reading people.
Special Ability(ies) Can run up to 50 km/h and has the strength to lift up to 1461 kg. Very athletic and agile. Has the ability to turn into a bat or a large black dog. Can perform some shadow manipulation. Her powers strengthen with more vegetation.
Sexual preference Asexual
Identifying features Golden eyes and pale skin with a sickly greenish hue (whites turned black when she unleashes full vampiric abilities).
Bio Viorica is an incredibly old vampire, gaining a lot of knowledge from her many years on this earth. She grew to like flowers because she grew up in the forest. As humans moved into the woods, she would spy on their festivities and performances, greatly curious and fascinated about their behavior. She would also prey on any intruders or mauraders that threatened the people. As her woods started to thin out, Viorica one day became fed up with the destruction of the habitat, and came up with a plan to massacre the humans in the village and drive them out. However, one day she got into a fight with another vampire and was severely injured. When she woke up, she found herself in a bed and discovered that some of the humans from the village nursed her back to health, despite them knowing she was a vampire. Viorica then decided to try and coexist with them instead of wiping them out. She moved to Lumina to start a new life after her forest was deforested for timber about 100 years ago. She generally enjoyed her new job as a funeral director and got a mild range of success due to the unique charm of her events, but felt something was missing. One day she witnessed a boy throwing himself off of the roof of a building and brought him back to life on a whim by making him a vampire. She helped take care of his injuries and later posted him as assistant funeral director.
Theme Song https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fvUq3sBEm1A
Relationships: Edouard: She saved Edouard from death by converting him into a vampire and he now assists her in the business.
Konrad: He sometimes hits on her but gets his ass kicked every time.

[Britanania]

Character Application
Character Name: Viorica Brancush
Gender: F
Race: Vampire
Appearance: https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/522156519157137421/642604651660967976/IMG_4842.jpg
Personality: She's fairly mysterious in personality, but enjoys theatrics despite the gloomy role of her job. She's very observant about people from the first impression. Although taking great pride in being a vampire, Viorica does not consider herself above other beings and shares equal compassion for all species. Her normal mood is calm but sanguine. She's practically a grandma when it comes to technology.
Age: 680
Occupation: Funeral director. She also makes floral arrangements for funerals.
Likes: Gardening, plants, V8 juice, bags of blood, Edouard, bats, herbal teas, mauriwana.
Dislikes Technology, formulaic and austere funerals, caffeinated drinks, other vampires.
Skills: Very skilled in hand to hand combat, has ample knowledge of vampire history and ancient secrets of the vampire race due to her age, good at gardening and organizing great funerals. Conversational skills in a few extinct languages. She is very good at reading people.
Special Ability(ies) Can run up to 50 km/h and has the strength to lift up to 1461 kg. Very athletic and agile. Has the ability to turn into a bat or a large black dog. Can perform some shadow manipulation. Her powers strengthen with more vegetation.
Sexual preference Asexual
Identifying features Golden eyes and pale skin with a sickly greenish hue (whites turned black when she unleashes full vampiric abilities).
Bio Viorica is an incredibly old vampire, gaining a lot of knowledge from her many years on this earth. She grew to like flowers because she grew up in the forest. She moved to Lumina to start a new life after her forest was deforested for timber about 100 years ago. She generally enjoyed her new job as a funeral director and got a mild range of success due to the unique charm of her events, but felt something was missing. One day she witnessed a boy throwing himself off of the roof of a building and brought him back to life on a whim by making him a vampire. She helped take care of his injuries and later posted him as assistant funeral director.
Theme Song https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fvUq3sBEm1A
Relationships: Edouard: She saved Edouard from death by converting him into a vampire and he now assists her in the business.
Konrad: He sometimes hits on her but gets his ass kicked every time.

I feel like with how old she is, her biography could be a bit longer

[Prusselanden]

Character Application
Character Name: Viorica Brancush
Gender: F
Race: Vampire
Appearance: https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/522156519157137421/642604651660967976/IMG_4842.jpg
Personality: She's fairly mysterious in personality, but enjoys theatrics despite the gloomy role of her job. She's very observant about people from the first impression. Although taking great pride in being a vampire, Viorica does not consider herself above other beings and shares equal compassion for all species. Her normal mood is calm but sanguine. She's practically a grandma when it comes to technology.
Age: 680
Occupation: Funeral director. She also makes floral arrangements for funerals.
Likes: Gardening, plants, V8 juice, bags of blood, Edouard, bats, herbal teas, mauriwana.
Dislikes Technology, formulaic and austere funerals, caffeinated drinks, other vampires.
Skills: Very skilled in hand to hand combat, has ample knowledge of vampire history and ancient secrets of the vampire race due to her age, good at gardening and organizing great funerals. Conversational skills in a few extinct languages. She is very good at reading people.
Special Ability(ies) Can run up to 50 km/h and has the strength to lift up to 1461 kg. Very athletic and agile. Has the ability to turn into a bat or a large black dog. Can perform some shadow manipulation. Her powers strengthen with more vegetation.
Sexual preference Asexual
Identifying features Golden eyes and pale skin with a sickly greenish hue (whites turned black when she unleashes full vampiric abilities).
Bio Viorica is an incredibly old vampire, gaining a lot of knowledge from her many years on this earth. She grew to like flowers because she grew up in the forest. As humans moved into the woods, she would spy on their festivities and performances, greatly curious and fascinated about their behavior. She would also prey on any intruders or mauraders that threatened the people. As her woods started to thin out, Viorica one day became fed up with the destruction of the habitat, and came up with a plan to massacre the humans in the village and drive them out. However, one day she got into a fight with another vampire and was severely injured. When she woke up, she found herself in a bed and discovered that some of the humans from the village nursed her back to health, despite them knowing she was a vampire. Viorica then decided to try and coexist with them instead of wiping them out. She moved to Lumina to start a new life after her forest was deforested for timber about 100 years ago. She generally enjoyed her new job as a funeral director and got a mild range of success due to the unique charm of her events, but felt something was missing. One day she witnessed a boy throwing himself off of the roof of a building and brought him back to life on a whim by making him a vampire. She helped take care of his injuries and later posted him as assistant funeral director.
Theme Song https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fvUq3sBEm1A
Relationships: Edouard: She saved Edouard from death by converting him into a vampire and he now assists her in the business.
Konrad: He sometimes hits on her but gets his ass kicked every time.

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