Carnatis Inviktus(Reserved)

[Percival]

(Y'know, with the lack of internet I'm going to have eventually, just summon me when the group arrives to either a plateau or a dense forest.)

[Percival]

(Forgive me for the double post, but is it okay if I reuse Torma, unless previous pains make you change your mind.?)

[DwerBomb]

(Forgive me for the double post, but is it okay if I reuse Torma, unless previous pains make you change your mind.?)

(I think it's fine. Also, how long does it take for the group to reach the camp? Seriously.)

[Silentdarkness1]

(Yeah, sure, reuse Torma. Fine by me. Just throw the bio, and all that.)

 

"That reminds me....I have a little present for you."

 

Wilson looked over at Vilsig.

[Battal]

"Oh really."  Vilsig says, bored.

[Percival]

(K. Let's modify it a bit though. TIME TO UPDATE THE FLOWCHART.

 

Name: Torma Bellheave

 

Race: Human

 

Age: 20

 

Gender: Female

 

Appearance: Her golden hair a mess, tied back with both a small piece of cloth on the back of her head and a moon shaped clip, she has the look of a frail adult. Her paled dress, covered with a second layer of purple cloth down to her shoulders, is ripped near the bottom, colored blue on top half and pale blue on the bottom half; her waistline has another layer of cloth wrapped around, studded with small rhinestones. She has a small pouch near her waist that indicates where she puts her cards, or perhaps her calming tea leaves.

 

Personality: Easily stressed, she is quite nervous and paranoid. When calmed and relaxed, she is quite enjoyable to be around, and her unorthodox methods and ideas further her ditzy weirdness. She is glad for every calming moment, and she is quite sociable with other people, so long as they aren't a threat. Of course, she is quite paranoid around strangers or recently made acquaintances, and her paranoia can influence her to make rash decisionss.

 

Backstory: m͏̺͓̲̥̪í͇͔̠ś̷͎̹̲̻̻̘̝t̞̖͍͚̤k̥̞à̸͕̮͍͉̹̰͚̰ẹ̶̢̪s͏̨͈̙̹̜͚̲ ̛̬͓͟You cannot know..ẹ̶̢̪s͏̨͈̙̹̜͚̲ ̛̬͓͟Yś̷͎̹̲̻̻̘̝t̞̖͍͚̤k̥̞

 

Abilities

 

The Sun Looks Upon You

A weakling compared to other adventurers, she has adapted to use other means to attack those that wish to stir malice. Being a gypsy, she has cleverly invoked aligned magic into the divinatory tarot cards she keeps with her. The Major Arcana, of course, are much more powerful then the Minor Arcana, but as a result are much harder to create. Of course, she has no need to recreate the cards; she has also brilliantly tinkered with the card's box so that the used cards will be recreated within over time; higher value cards take a much longer time to regenerate, however.

 

Side Notes: While she can create her own cards with the correct materials and with enough time, these cards work poorly compared to the high quality cards she has in her deck.

She can be calmed down quickly with either sherry or with the tea leaves she keep with her.

Her right side aches slightly from an unknown pain she cannot pin point.

 

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[Silentdarkness1]

(Wilson has science plan for shadow man. )

 

"Yeah. You'll see. It's something helpful."

[Battal]

(plz dont expirement on mui )

 

"Wonderful.  Are we there yet?"

[Silentdarkness1]

(The way Wilson sees it, he's learned all he cares to learn about shadow creatures after 3 years.)

 

"Shouldn't be too long."

[Battal]

(POOF WERE AT HOME)

[Hugos10]

Removed because it was too stupid to exist.

Edited April 21, 2014 by Hugos10

[Percival]

(........no.)

[DwerBomb]

As I hunt through the forests for some rabbits, I see a person with golden hair. I come up to her.

(Okay Percival, if your character is accepted you take it from here)

(That's...really...bad.)

[Battal]

As I hunt through the forests for some rabbits, I see a person with golden hair. I come up to her.

(Okay Percival, if your character is accepted you take it from here)

 

I'm pretty sure Pecival would rather introduce his char in a horrific child-scarring fever-dream psychopathic thingamajig.

[Hugos10]

(Okay, edited.)

[Percival]

(I'm pretty sure Pecival would rather introduce his char in a horrific child-scarring fever-dream psychopathic thingamajig.)

 

(How did you know?)

[Silentdarkness1]

(Me, personally, I preferred her intro in UtBW, Pecival.)

 

"Come here, Vilsig."

 

Wilson walked back over to the purple staff that was in the ground.

[Battal]

Vilsig things for a few seconds.

 

"I'd rather you just throw it in the dark."

[Silentdarkness1]

"Scared?"

[Battal]

"I don't very much like light."  Vilgis mumbles.

 

EDIT: just realized what I said didn't make sense.

Edited April 22, 2014 by Lord_Battal

[Silentdarkness1]

It was finally getting dark outside. Wilson lit a torch.

 

"Well?.."

[Battal]

"So be it."  Vilgis says, a slight grin spreading across his face.  "But you may not like what you see."

 

       The shade steps out of the darkness.  His form is a little bigger than a bull, but makes up for this in his shape.  His face is split in two by an impossibly wide mouth, full of jagged, uneven teeth.  Barbed, spiky mandibles snap on either side of his face.  Close to the front of his head are six slits for eyes, each burning a pale blue color.  Vilgis has three front legs, two on either side of his body and one protruding from his back.  The two placed normally are long and muscular, while the upper one sports massive claws.  His body is covered in backwards-facing spikes like a hedgehog, and a spiny black tail about ten feet longs whips around in back of him.

Edited April 22, 2014 by Lord_Battal

[Blewcheese]

"You look intimidating, to say the least. Entropy speaks from out of the range of the torch, his voice amused.

[DwerBomb]

"What the..."

Lewis tries to go back, but he falls because of his twisted ankle.

[Silentdarkness1]

Wilson grinned.

 

"Perfect."

 

Suddenly, the purple staff took on a powerful dark aura, a beam of shadow magic striking Vilsig and burning him painfully, tethering him to the staff and starting to drain his powers. Wilson backed away, walking over to Lewis and helping him to sit up.