Closed Crimson Hearts and Stolen Flames (Reboot callout)

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Closed Crimson Hearts and Stolen Flames (Reboot callout)

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Alright you guys, we are going to put a fix to this halt in progression. I am here to announce the reboot, and overall premise and characters for those interested can remain the same, hopefully we will have more success going about things this round! Ready? Here we go.

Fear of the unknown is a powerful and driving force among the limitations of man. The world of Zepher may as well be the birthplace of such a point of being, the harsh and hungry terrain littered with violent beasts and beings aplenty. Here, blood is shed, wars waged, hungers ravaged, and fires set ablaze. Taking place within a fantasy time line, humans seek reign at the top of it all; the country littered with warring kingdoms without mercy, bringing all those who oppose their growing force to their knees.

Orcs, being temporary allies with this violent race, pledge their services to the military or mercenary work within these vast kingdoms. Those still choosing to stay true to their ancient cultures lay scattered in tribes within the harsh wilderness, striking down all that dare to stray within their territory.

Elves lay at the lowest class of them all, often only able to receive work as loyal servants, trade workers, or slaves; unable to climb any higher in society than is already allowed. Though this determined race still stays true to their customs, rumors of defiance and small uprisings are beginning to spread in the main trade kingdom of Knavesmire.

Dwarves exist as little more than tales within legends, their kind long since disappearing within the early rise of man. Despite this, their ancient ruins and underground architectural structures still remain proudly intact, serving as common educational grounds for scholars, travelers, and tradesmen alike. Although, supposed sightings of this long unseen race had been claimed to exist within the harsh tundra of the northern mountains. Yet these reports have been dismissed as pure speculation.

Finally there are the Dragonoids. Often clinging to various clans dependent on their species, a massive guild of hunters and mercenaries alike had been forged with the intent of exterminating these creatures on sight for fear of their unknown abilities and strict defiance towards human kind. Although powerful and intelligent, a brief alliance between 3 combined kingdoms resulted in a massive army that nearly wiped these beings from existence. Those that still remain are forced to live as prisoners of war or live within the shadows in hiding, adapting to adopt the forms of the very creatures that destroyed their own homes in order to survive.

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And there you have it! As you all may have figured by now, this is a magic/fantasy roleplay taking place within a world much similar to Skyrim or Dragon Age. The world is massive and so are the vast variety of creatures that live within it. Through it all, man stands at the very top while many other species lay on the verge of collapse. The story takes place within this aftermath, and shall be forged depending on the characters and the actions they choose to take. Will we together become a small spark that brews the flames of justice for all that mankind has wronged? Or will species all together slowly die off one by one?

The result all depends on you.

Rules and regulations:

I know this can be annoying so I'll make it as short and sweet as possible

- No one liners. (can't stress this enough, I know some replies may vary more in length in others. Nonetheless I feel it reasonable to request at least a paragraph or few sentences in each response.)

- Mild sexual content. ( I am never opposed to any romance or future acts of intimacy between charecters...as long as it isn't too extreme or takes away from the story. All I ask is nothing too terribly graphic. If you have any further questions in regards to this subject please let me know! )

- Order of responses ( This one is a bit out there but I only say it with the best interest in mind. We all live very different and separate lives, some with more free time than others. As such, while the first posts will be first come first serve, I would like to say that all replies after go in the correct order they first fall into. This will help prevent anyone from getting left behind because life got a little busy, and of course if you plan on being gone for an extended period of time please just let me know so we can become aware or adjust accordingly.)

-Finally I do want to note that I want things to be more even this time around, so lets go with a maximum party member of 8 with an even number of both female and male characters if possible. If you guys have any questions about this or concerns please just let me know as we can discuss things.

That just about does it! I have character sheets below for any and all who wish to join, I greatly look forward to roleplaying with all of you! :) Welcome to Zepher!


Spoiler: Character sheets



Name: Amaris (last name unknown)
Species: Dragonoid (nightwing)
Gender: female
Age: while her true age is unknown, she claims to those she meets to be around 23
Eye color: blue
Hair color: black
Personality: Calm, quiet, and intelligent. Often acts upon her own sense of morality and feral instincts rather than any social standards put in place. Is open and kind to others, yet mostly keeps to herself for fear of becoming too attached.
History: Amaris is the last of the species of nightwings (a nocturnal species of dragon that draws their power from the moon) to remain after being a sole survivor of an army raid within her home clan. Since then she has lived her life in hiding, somehow seeking to forge a name for herself without ever allowing her true nature to come to light within the vast trades city of Knavesmire. While in the past getting by within small trades and odd jobs throughout town, Amaris now has forged a life as the town's healer after finding a knack for her ability to heal and seek biological knowledge.While she now lives in service to the very race that became the downfall of her own people, the young girl still bears the memories of her former clan life, eager to seek out the days when her kind can once again live free from hiding. As such, rumors have been spreading about of the local healer accepting mercenary work by night, eager to take a stand within society.

Human form:
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Dragon form:


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I do want to also note that this is a massive world full of a large variety of species and individuals, if you want to forge a character that is a bit out there from the common groups posted above just let me know and they will most likely fit in just fine. Just no god modding as per usual :)
 
I haven't had much contact a lot of members from my old group aside from two who will be joining soon. So at this point yes, it is fully open
 
Name: Lux Aeternum
Species: Elemental (Light)
Gender: Female
Age: Unknown looks to be around 21
Eye color: In her more humanoid form: soft grey. When showing her true form: bright mercurial silver.
Hair color: In her more humanoid form: Silver. When showing her true form: mostly white light, but all colors can be seen shifting through.
Personality: Soft spoken and gentle she isn't one to start a fight. Often finds herself trying to help those in need. However if attacked she can lash out and attack back. Protective over people she deems as hers.
History: Lux doesn't remember much about where she came from. Just that one day she was. Whole and curious, born in a bright lit meadow in the deep woods. She quickly learned the cruelty of the world, and of the race who call themselves humans. She learned to dim herself, to look like the humans who were so cruel. However, her disguise is not perfect. If startled or excited she often begins to glow slightly, which is unnoticeable in the daylight, but in the dark...

Lux now takes on odd jobs attempting to seem like the humans around her. She often helps in sick bays as her mere presence can sometimes help those who are ill or dying. She doesn't quite know why. She often refrains from using her healing light, as it would give her away to the humans she works so closely with. She has recently been seen helping a local tailor about his shop, helping make sales and doing stitch work.
 
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"Rain" of the Arbremorti Tribe.
~Lareine the Wildling~

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| Dryad Borne | F | 28 years | 6'5" | 235 | Black Hair | Blue Eyes | Light Brown Skin |
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~VISUALLY
  • Generational talent and build made for speed, stamina and strength, fine tuned with over a decade worth of solitary survival, hunting, running, fighting and some years of Mercenary work.
  • Always has best footwear. Always wraps ankles and wrists for support.
  • Tattoos on arms, chest and face. Scars all over body. Of note is claw marks on her back.
  • Travels light and only wears and carries what she needs. Has caches of supplies all across her territory.
  • Bow, arrows and big blades are always at the ready.

~PERSONALITY
Piercing blue eyes are always inspecting, shifting, staring, attempting to take in the greatest amount of detail within the shortest amount of time. Not only gifted with vision but hears exceptionally well and does not like loud noises. Olfactory is way more sensitive than regular humans and sniffs a lot at things she does not understand. She may not be able to parse sarcasm or other common subtleties of those outside her Tribe members but she will notice subtle changes in attitude or mannerisms and become suspicious. Common life outside of her Tribal life is still unfamiliar to her so she is constantly poking and prodding at people, places, and things. Invades personal spaces of those she trusts especially while they are sleeping. Curiosity usually gets the best of her and sometimes puts her in unsavoury predicaments.​
Living on her own for so long has given her the greatest sense of freedom and fountains of knowledge she may ever experience. But with that comes her detest for authority figures and her inability to maintain directions tossed at her. She is used to only she in the wilderness but she has come round to those that give her aid, and in turn she will give aid to them. The woman still prefers to do things her way but will still try to accommodate others of whom she trusts. She has even taught them her strange language of clicks, taps and hand signals to better communicate with them since she cannot speak. They are only few, but she watches over them fiercely and will provide them gifts, however, she has a strange expectation of them too; whenever her immense frame lies on them, she expects to be groomed.​
A big girlie kitty at heart, she loves to play and wrestle with her close circle inside and out of the Tribe. She may be a bit rough, but she will back off once she realizes that she may be hurting them. And to the other females that she really likes, she will coo and comfort them with caresses and kisses. She loves music and actually is a rather good dancer; it shows that she had been practicing in the wild. Practical jokes played upon others or even herself draws out her rare yet wild chuffing and hiccupy laughter and usually brings others to join in with her laughs too. But as playful as she is, she is still first and foremost a survivor. The woman is quick to draw arms and hiss versus listening to reason; she deems herself physically dominant and will proceed in kind. When she is in predatory mode, she is a killer and will not take prisoners unless forcibly removed from her 'prey.'​

~HISTORY
Hers is the fateful tale of the family of three who was out hunting one day and only the mother returned. The father's remains were butchered nearly beyond all recognition and the daughter was dragged away by a beast. The mother later died because she ate a lethal dose of a terrible concoction of medicinal ingredients 'by accident.' This family's tale became the one that all the scary stories were based upon to warn all Tribe members to never go of alone or astray lest they become one and the same as the lost girl.

And yet, one day that lost girl came back. Their little Lareine. Yes, Rain had returned and oh my, how she had grown; she was immense and indimidating.

It had been 15 years since she had disappeared. In time, the truth of her journeys would come to light, but not yet. Not until they learned her peculiar, new language; it consisted of grunts, clicks, hisses and many hand gestures; Lareine was mute afterall. But they would learn it no doubt. Yet as joyously as they did receive her, they knew that the joy would not last long. For their tribe was in trouble and they needed her help.

The Orcs that had lived as friendly neighbours (although during hard times they became the occasional rivals) had now abandoned their treatise with the Arbremorti Tribe. To preserve their own ways of life, culture and lands, the Orcs were now working with the 'civilized' Kingdom-bound humans and threaten to force the Arbremorti off their lands. But this territory was all they knew, all they knew how life should be. If they were tossed off their own lands with winter looming over their head, they would surely starve and die before winter's end.

Would they stand their ground and fight or would they be displaced and fight winter? They were staring certain death in the face either way. Or could Rain help them and gather aid from those from the outside that she met along the way as a mercenary? Whatever the answer may be, they had to make haste and decide before their own hand was forced to react.

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Hi! K so here is my app. Let me know what changes are necessary pls!! :)
 
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((One of the oldies back for fun. Nice to meet you all!)
Name: Neveria "Neve" Fenivyre

Species: Elf

Gender: Female

Age: 25

Eye color: bright blue

Hair color: white blonde

Personality: Neveria or "Neve" as she likes to be called is a confident woman who can come across as brash and cocky. She likes to view herself as a dashing rogue and a charmer, even if her temper can get in the way. She is a spit fire when she is challenged and can hold her own despite her lack of physical strength. But she is loyal to a fault with those she trusts. She cares for people around her, even if she can be a bit prickly around the edges. Overall, Neve is just a woman trying to be independent in a world that views her kind as trash.

History: Neve was never content just being a seamstress like her father, making coats and fine dresses for the human nobility, or a servant like her mother, a servant that cared for young ladies and lords. Although she learned to sew and be a proper little servant, she used it to watch the ladies in court and the luxuries that money could buy. She became enamored with that life style free of strife and safety. She began taking small bobbles and trinkets, things that would never be missed in all the fascinating things the people around her owned. But her childish dreams were disillusioned when she was caught stealing by her mother and quickly reprimanded. However, the little lordling saw her mother with the precious jewels and ran straight to the lady of the house. Her mother took the blame for the theft and was jailed indefinitely for her crimes or until her bail could be made. It was a price her father couldn't hope to match, but he tried. He never openly blamed Neve for her mother's arrest, but she saw the tears that fell when he thought she had gone to bed.

Years into their servitude and pursuit of her mother's freedom, her father caught an illness that was passing around the lower reaches of the city where the elves lived. With her father unable to work and the bills pilling up when Neve has to manage the business on her own, Neve took to less legal measures to protect the hovel she called home and to keep saving for her mother's freedom. She began working with the local thieves on odd jobs. There, an elf in the group taught her to use a bow and dagger, to keep herself safe as a girl on her own in the slums of the city. Neve honed her craft with this group and eventually came to see them as a family. They even helped her bury her father when he passed from his failing health. Although his passing had hit her hard, she held out hope for saving her mother. After a year or two of work, she saved enough to finally pay for her mother's freedom. However, the corrupt jailer had been selling prisoners with no chance of earning their freedom off as slaves. Her mother had been sold long ago and was probably in another kingdom by now. Blinded by guilt and anguish, Neve struck out at the jailer, killing the man instantly. With a stroke of luck, she was able to escape the stockades and ran to her chosen family for help. They smuggled her out of the city with a local merc group that was setting out to look for odd jobs on the road. It was with them she met Cathan, an outcast half-orc man that became her best friend and partner in crime.

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Name: Cathan "Cath" Clanslayer

Species: Half Orc

Gender: Male

Age: 24

Eye color: Brown

Skin color: light grayish green

Hair color: Black

Personality: Cathan is a gentle giant in every sense of the word. He is earnest and hard working, especially when it comes to making sure others are safe and cared for. He would take a heavy beating for anyone who looked like they needed the help. His general attitude is joy for the small things in life and he tends to air on the side of a silver lining than harp on the negative. While by no means a moron, Cathan isn't an academic and can come across as a bit oblivious. Cathan would rather talk things out than resort to violence, unless violence is absolutely necessary. When the fire is lit, as Neve would say, the man is a force to be reckoned with on the field due to his brute strength and tendency to loose himself in a rage when he's in a fight.

History: Cathan was born out of the unlikely union of a peasant woman and an orc. His mother, a woman from a fishing village, was protected by an orc who refused to kill her during a raid his tribe made. It left him cast out of his tribe, broken and bloodied after the fighting. Instead of running for her own safety, the woman stayed and fought beside him, and even tended to his wounds. Love blossomed out of friendship, and soon Cathan joined their odd little family. Although within the walls of their home, their little family was happy and complete, the outside world of the village hardly accepted what they considered an act against nature. Cathan was mercilessly bullied, his father treated worse than a common criminal, and his mother could only find work as a bar maid. Due to their struggling finances, his father left to bring money back to their home by joining a traveling Mercenary group. At first the money came regularly with letters of his adventures, but then suddenly they disappeared. Cathan and his mother feared the worst as his father was loyal and would never abandon them. At a young age, Cathan took odd jobs around the village and as a teenager he was able to work as laborer due to his strength and slightly taller than the average human size. When he was old enough to leave home, he convinced his mother to allow him to travel and see the world his father described in his letters. With her blessing and his father's great axe he had left for him, he traveled around blindly till he stumbled across a band of mercenaries that were bogged down in a fight they were losing quickly. He jumped to their aid, saving a young blonde elf and taking a hit to the face in the process. For his help, he was asked to join the group and quickly became friends with Neve. She is now his closest and only friend. Cathan still carries his father's letters today and sends money and letters home to his mother weekly.
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~ OBSIDIAMUS ~
(Obsid for short.)

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| M | 184 Years | 4'11" | 210 LBS | White Hair | Black Eyes | Dark Brown Skin |

Behind a stoic, contemplative face are a man's greatest failures, of which Obsidiamus has many. Cracking a smile or even partaking in a hearty laugh are well within his range of expressive emotion, and are welcome respite from the memories that haunt him, but it's in moments of silent meditation that his true self is allowed to emerge. A self that is shared with no one, fraught with the self-hatred of ten men.

As a boy, the subterranean dwarven cities Obsid called home were beauteous capitals of technological advancement. Compared to their knowledge of the outside world, what they had was nothing short of utopian, and was considered by its citizens to be an infallible model for civilization. But for all their sophistication, their dependence on unsustainable natural resources was a recipe for impending disaster, and those important enough to know the truth withheld it, or were so far deep into their denial that they believed themselves to be innocent. Obsid was one of thousands kept in the dark, and an active participant in their society's ruination.

He began at the lowest tier of their artificer-centric world, an oil-feeder to their grand machines, tasked with descending into the depths of the mountains for days on end to preform low-level maintenance. It would've provided the Masters an opportunity to see which of the young ones had the most promise, if not for the collapse that followed one of his very first excursions. A sudden widespread mechanical failure caused an explosion in the cities above, sending them falling into oblivion.

When Obsid woke, nothing but ruins remained. For well over a century, he toiled in the dark, learning the secrets that the Masters had kept to themselves and trying to escape the mountains he once called home. Tooth and nail, he dug through miles and miles of rock until the sun could blind him, and then he rested, for there was nothing left of him but the burning question of why he was left alive.

(Of course, lemme know if that bio doesn't work for you~)​
 
No no it's perfect! I love it! Welcome to the group!
 
I have a few questions.
I'm interested in joining, however, can hybrid's exist, or is there only strictly, humans, elves, orges, and dragonoids?
 
Hybrids can indeed exist, the sky is hardly the limit with this one, so long as there is no huge power play obviously XD
 
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❛❛ Basic Information ❜❜

Name: Athena Azura Lincoln​
Age: 20​
Gender: Female​
Species: Elf x Demon Hybrid​
Eye color: Red​
Hair Color: Black​
Height: 5,1​
Build: Heavier built. Pear-shaped body with narrow shoulders, and curvy hips.​
Athena has always been a bit of a shy girl, yet when someone gets close with her, she'll talk your ear off with her poor English. Most of the time she communicates through hand motions, touch, laughter, or drawings. She's learned to speak better English but fumbles over words every now and then. As innocent and naive as she seems, Athena is keen on detail. She inspects everything, and suspects the worst - believe it or not - in every surprise or situation. No coin is left un-turned, corner looked at. Athena is very intelligent to the point it is terrifying. Athena can read a person well, figure out complex problems, deal with real-life situations easily, and build tactics. Over-all, Athena is ambitious and independent. However, with her positive qualities comes negative ones. Her stubbornness is thought to be her downfall in most situations. Although she is kind-hearted, she doesn't do too well working with other people. In fact, she usually refuses the help of others; even if they come from a good place. Her stubbornness has gotten her in trouble, cause usually, she gets into fights she can't end peacefully. Once her temper is unleashed, Athena won't settle a fight without having the last laugh. Such a feisty and petty woman she can be.
Let's start from the beginning, shall we? Her father was a wicked demon who found beauty attractive. It didn't matter the background, filth, or personality of the woman. If they looked beautiful, he sought them to breed with them. He found himself in love with a stubborn young woman, struck down multiple times when the woman denied his attention. She was the first to deny the devious little demon, and wouldn't take no for an answer. After three years of trying to charm the elf, her future mother cracked, granting the demon one date to win her heart. I guess it worked because the two fell in love. Their love life was short-lived because soon the couple fell on hard times. Her father was hunted down, a wanted man who'd been on the run for some time. Her mother wasn't aware of his criminal record, or the fact he was a wanted man. Yet, even when she did find out, she swore to protect him from danger. Why? Well the woman was already pregnant and believed the baby wouldn't make it without it's father. She fought off the guards who'd come to take her little devil, and the two ran off. Both were wanted now, but her mother and father didn't care. They were on the run for some time until Athena had to come out. Athena's birth caused her mother's death - for bearing a demon's child left the woman ill for life or dead. The demon didn't know this but cared for his baby until he couldn't run any longer. Athena was 7 by the time her father had been caught, the two ripped from the small village they'd made into their home. Athena was forced to become an 'exotic' attraction for the nobility of man. Men admired her wings, plucked the feathers for good luck, and taunted her for being hard of hearing and so weak. Her father was beheaded by the men, his wings made into decorations, and his blood flaunted about. Nobility screamed; "We killed a demon." Since Athena was only 7, the human men lied, telling her, her father was simply working to pay off for being a wanted criminal. They fed her this lie until she was 16, and one night a man tried forcing themselves on her. Although Athena nearly lost it, something triggered her powers, which helped her escape the man. Rushing out, high on adrenaline, Athena wasn't aware of the pain her body was under, or how exhausted it was from using simple powers. While she tried to escape, the men who'd kept her told her the truth about her fathers death in hopes it'd keep her. Instead, it trigger an outburst, and she killed every man before blacking out. The next day, she woke to a simple maid carrying her body through a tunnel. Eyeing the woman, she spoke, curious as to where the woman was taking her. Turns out the maid was taking her to a small village where she lived, willing to raise her until she was a mature adult. 2 years went by, and Athena's life was starting to look good. This simple maid turned her shit life into something beautiful, teaching her some English, and other forms of communication. Hell, the woman taught her how to cook, clean, and taught her the politics and environmental struggles their kingdom faced at times. Overall, without this woman, her life would've been shit. Instead, it's been something beautiful - all because of a simple maid. Now, Athena's accepts her past but doesn't allow it to be the only thing she is. She doesn't identify with her past, and simply pushed forward, awaiting the next obstacle to help her grow stronger.
Athena has an assortment of abilities. The ones she was granted from her mother was the ability to heal or heal others. Her father's abilities are broader, with the ability to talk to spirits, speak to demons, manipulate shadows, and have simple fire magic. She also has wings, which can't be hidden. However, with these powers come great weakness. Due to her bloodline, and the mutations in her DNA, Athena has been blessed with poor hearing. She can hear certain frequencies, but they have to be a very high pitch. Normal voices are a distant whisper to her, and often of times, someone needs to scream into her ear for her to hear them. Athena also has immune problems, fatigues, has muscle weakness - thus can't handle too much walking, doing heavy lifting, or running too long. Also, the woman can't support her own magic for too long, or some at all unless she's on an adrenaline rush - which is rare. The simplest things she can do is heal without losing too much energy, or talk to entities. Other than that, the rest of her abilities eat up too much of her energy and she passes out from exhaustion.​
In the picture I picked for her, it doesn't show her wings, but she does have black wings. They look like this:​
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However, due to her past, and humans plucking at her wings...some spots lack feathers, and she does have scars on her wings from the torment she under went as a child, dealing with the men who imprisoned her.​
 
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Age:34
Gender: Male
Species: Minotaur
Eye color: Gold with red pupils
Hair Color: bronze fur
Height: 9'3"
Build: large and heavy build broad shoulders and chest.

Torburn was a slave from birth so he has a hard time trusting those who treat others as lower than them. He is generally a good and jovial but also very vain of his craftsmanship and fur. He helps those in need and protects his friends when they need it.

Torburn being born into slavery grew up bigger and stronger than most minotaurs. His parents died when he was five and his owner adopted him on the terms that he still work. He agreed to those terms and worked as the humans son. He worked to his 14th year growing large and level headed. Though the human named Forest adopted him he still treated him as a slave and whipped him from time to time.

On his 14th year birthday he left the farm and traveled the kingdom. After 6 months of travel he was without food and water contemplated going home. He passed out and was found by a monk who served Porro Faber Ferrarius the God of smithing. He awoke and was treated well.

After 18 years of serving in the temple devoted to his God Torburn left to travel for his three reasons. 1: to show the power of his God so others may find their way. 2: to prove his axe is the greatest ever forged by mortal hands. 3: to never become a slave or bound unwillingly by another.

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~(Cipher's Character Sheet)~
(Also hello everyone nice to meet~)

-Main Info-
Name: Cipher
Age: 21
Species: Human
Height: 5ft 4in
Eye Color: White
Markings (If any): None
Mental Illnesses (If any): Dyslexia (Trouble reading)
Personality: All over the place mainly confused, wouldn't someone who just hopped universes?

-Extra Info (Not required)-
Occupation: Unknown
Relationships (Family, friends, etc.): Unknown

-Abilities-
Ability names:
Ability desc:
Weaknesses: Erm do I have to explain?
Hidden abilities (If any, max of 2): Rebirth of the Cosmic God (I'm gonna make him slowly regain this but once he does I'll use a dif character because he's really op :3)

-Extra Extra Info-
Bio: In another universe the cosmic god was about to meet his demise when he hopped universes at the last second, though he realized that this wasn't the one he was aiming for and most importantly.. He was powerless a cosmic god stuck in a human vessel. He was left stuck in this world burned and hurt feeling pain at it's max and not suppressed. Powerless and mainly.. His skull has disappeared.. Though that's not what he's worried about, what he is afraid is.. Who will protect the multiverse until he gets back?
Theme For Character (If any):

-Appearance-
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Alright, I have one more person from the old rp left who said he would join and then I think we are all set! I'm going to go ahead and make a discussion thread so we can converse about plots or just about anything in general. Welcome aboard you guys!
 
Name: Rex
Species: Dragonoid (Grass Dragon)
Gender: male
Age: claims to 28
Eye color: brown
Hair color: brown
Personality: Introverted but can open up a little after getting to know people. He is nice to strangers for the most part but is skeptical, intelligent and usually has a trick up his sleeve just in case things go wrong. Rex was ferocious as a young dragon but over the years, he has grown to be calm wise and stealthy. It takes a lot to get him to snap.

History: He never knew his real family and grew up fending for himself deep in the forest. He eventually ventured into human territory out of curiosity. There, rex found himself intrigued by humans. He taught himself to speak, read and write so that he could learn from them. He wanted to learn everything he could to not only help him out in the woods but also to help him blend in with humans and occasionally enjoy small luxuries. To bring in a little cash, he sells meat from his kills and hustles people who think they can play Darts (usually just to get a free drink or two). That said, he still spends most of his life in the forest and only comes out every few years.

Human form:

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Dragon form: (he is only 12ft tall)

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