Thanks Time. I’ll make a post for the plot stuff now!

Sorry for the late response, but is this the excerpt you were talking about on your homethread? You did say something about the form.

I think it's an interesting personality and "powers" nonetheless. I like it. Stamp of approval from Time!

I apologize in advance, I've got like a bajillion forms I'm updating. Not sure if they actually need approved because it's minor tweaks to appearance and personalities to reflect current events and small changes/clarifications to powers and abilities already approved, but I'll throw them here anyways.

Absolutely no rush to approve them, I know it's a lot lol

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Name: ???
 Nickname: The Jackal
Age: Somewhere in his mid to late 20s, but has been alive for much longer; multiple centuries at least.  
Gender: Male 
Pronouns: He//Him 
Sexuality: Asexual panromantic
Species: Mortal 
Deity They Work For: Technically Orphos. He's the ringleader of the Masked Ones.
 
Appearance: The Jackal is outfitted in black body armor from head to toe. A few strange bronze/gold runes and symbols adorn it, and they almost seem to glow in dim light. He has an athletic build and stands at about 6 feet tall, not counting his mask. He has a knife sheath strapped to the outer part of each thigh and bicep, along with one hidden on the inside of his boots. His head is covered in an obsidian mask that covers his entire skull in the visage of a snarling jackal, and has gold metallic accents around the eyes, mouth ears, etc. as well. His face cannot be seen through the mask.  
No one has seen him without the mask besides his inner circle, which at the time of writing now only includes the Eagle. Under the mask, the Jackal has jet black hair cropped close to his head. His face is angular, with sharp cheekbones and a strong jawline, making him handsome in a severe kind of way. His eyes are a metallic gold color that matches the runes and accents on his armor and mask. While his eyes are clear, his encounter with the god Eidolon has rendered him blind in his left eye. NOTE: the Jackal lost his sight in his right eye in his initial deal with Orphos for the masks, so he is now functionally blind. However, his mask allows him to “see” normally as long as he is wearing it. His face has somewhat heavy scarring as a result of his mask exploding and embedding shrapnel into his flesh. His new mask is vastly improved from the original. It is more intricate, and instead of being extremely smooth, it has a furlike texture to it, and is generally more realistic than its predecessor. It is still crafted out of the Raccoon’s magic obsidian and has gold accents (notably a stylized eye at the center of its forehead), but it is no longer static, with the mask able to move its jaws and ears at the Jackal’s will and lipsynch to his voice when he speaks. The Jackal now wears a hooded cloak most of the time (yes, it has holes for the mask’s ears). The fabric has been enchanted to be able to block most standard projectiles short of explosives. It is also able to be taken off and will stiffen/straighten into a large shield, allowing him to protect multiple people if he wishes.  

Personality: The Jackal, like his namesake, is extremely crafty. He's charming to his targets, effortlessly maneuvering them so the rest of his squad can take them out in order to harvest their souls. His powers of persuasion are only amplified by his intelligence, something that can be his downfall. He can be overconfident in his abilities and wit, causing him to get into situations over his head. 
The Jackal has an affinity for swindling. Something about cheating another person without their knowledge gives him a thrill. It could be said he's in love with his own intelligence; which gives him an almost narcissistic air. A power hungry ladder climber, he will do anything that he thinks will help him get to the top and stay there. His ambitions give him loose morals at best, and he isn't above lying or manipulating the other Masked Ones to achieve his goals. He justifies his actions as a means to his end; only the destination matters, not how you get there. He is, however, protective of the other Masked Ones. He sees the world in an "us against them" light and presses this view on his group members, making them more inclined to follow him. Overall, the Jackal is a cunning and ruthless individual with his own well-hidden motives.  Since his rather unfortunate misstep with the murder of Eidolon, his confidence has taken a bit of a hit. He never intended for himself or his group to be thrust into the intense scrutiny of the pantheon. The Jackal knows full well they got lucky, and that there is no match for most deities on their own, let alone a group of them set for revenge. As a result, he has all but abandoned the rest of his group, electing to go into hiding with the Eagle. The consumption of a deity soul, even if only in part, has allowed him to go an unprecedented amount of time without needing to feed, allowing him to stay relatively under the radar. 
 Theme Song: Dear Dictator by Saint Motel

 Weapons: He has multiple knives (as mentioned in his appearance). He is proficient in hand-to-hand combat as well.

 Powers: In exchange for an eye and a portion of his soul, Orphos gave the Jackal the ability of persuasion. With the aid of the Eagle's poisons (which makes the victim much more open to the power of suggestion), the Jackal can easily convince his victims to do what he wants. This has a significantly lesser effect on deities and demigods, and he doesn't typically use it on them as he targets mortals and their souls. He occasionally uses this ability to pressure the other Masked Ones to fall in line. Many individuals aren't aware that they are being manipulated, but to a bystander with a well-trained eye, it's fairly easy to spot. The longer the Jackal talks to someone, the easier it is to make them comply. If the victim's attention is broken for too long, such as if they are distracted for an extended amount of time, or their attention is fully invested in something else, he has to start over. If the potential target is aware that he is attempting to persuade them, this power is drastically weakened.Since his consumption of a deity soul, the strength of his abilities has dramatically increased, allowing him to sway mortals with little effort at all. He has yet to fully master this though, and he now only uses his persuasive ability sparingly, as it can cause him debilitating consequences, like exuding powerful shockwaves of raw energy from his body and floating several feet in the air. The masks that he and the others wear are cursed. They stop the wearer from aging and can heal injuries more quickly than the average mortal body, but this comes at a heavy cost— the mask cannot be taken off through physical or magical means, and requires souls to feed on to maintain the wearer's unaging appearance and heal them. If the wearer fails to provide the mask with souls, it consumes the soul of the user, along with their physical body. This is the only way for the mask to become available to the next user.
 
  Backstory: Many years ago, the Jackal and his compatriots encountered Orphos at a soirée in the medieval sect. The god seemed eager, almost to the point of frantic, to give away a trio of masks with the promise of near immortality to the wearer. He sweetened the deal by adding an ability of the customer's choice for a reduced price. The Jackal accepted, and through an exchange of one of his eyes and part of his own soul, along with the Hyena's voice, gained the mask of the Jackal and ability of persuasion.
  
Crush: N/A

Other: Athena 

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 Name: ???
Nickname: The Eagle
Age: Unknown, but she is the youngest of the original three Masked Ones. Legends place it anywhere from 18 to mid 20s. 
Gender: Female
 Pronouns: She//Her
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Species: Mortal
Deity They Work For: Orphos; affiliated with the Masked Ones

 Appearance: The Eagle is the shortest of the original Masked Ones, standing at a respectable 5'8. She has an athletic, flexible build, with pure muscle. She has the same type of body armor as the Jackal and the Hyena, but her runes differ. They tend to be rounder and more fluid-looking, along with a drawing of wings etched in the plating on her shoulder blades. Her mask is that of an eagle, with an obsidian base and metallic silver on the beak, around the eyes, and outlining the feathers on the rest of the mask. Her face also cannot be seen through it.  
Underneath the mask, she has short, curly golden hair about the length of her shoulders. Her skin is pale. Her eyes are very dark brown, almost black. A small scar traces down her right cheek, a result of an altercation from one of her family members as a child.  
 
Personality: The Eagle is the most emotionally balanced of the group. While the Jackal and Hyena may rush into situations without a plan, expecting their respective brains and brawn to protect them, she pulls them back. She is their voice of reason, their restraint. The Eagle is a bit distant from her group mates, often opting to spend time alone when they aren't hunting for souls. This, coupled with her naturally suspicious nature, makes her appear stiff and cold to anyone she interacts with outside of the Masked Ones. Her suspicions make her difficult to manipulate at some points, to the frustrations of the Jackal. She has a twisted, humorous sense of justice, which shows its true colors when she's on a vengeance quest. She prefers to use her poisons because they are difficult to trace, and in the situation of a deadly mix, she can watch her victim suffer. 
Although she can be mistrusting, she does have a tendency to give her fellow Masked Ones the benefit of the doubt. If given the choice of believing a stranger or believing the Hyena or Jackal, she would pick one of them over the stranger.  While she bears a mostly poised demeanor, her wrath is a sight to behold. She can hold a grudge for decades, and exacts that grudge at any time she pleases, without provocation. She will strike where it hurts, taking what a person cares about the most. This she does with no remorse. She doesn’t like talking about her past or her family, and any kind of pressure to make her do so will result in stony silence and perhaps an unpleasant addition to the asker’s next meal. In the wake of the Jackal killing Eidolon, she followed him into hiding, partially to nurse his wounds, but also to sate her morbid curiosity. It’s not every day a mortal grapples with the aftershocks of trying to consume the soul of a deity, after all. She has assumed the role of caretaker while her leader heals. As of now, her only loyalty in this world is to the Jackal, but she has now become somewhat disillusioned with his ambitions. Comfortable in the shadows, she is not pleased to find herself with a target on her back from the most powerful beings in Forengard. 
 
Theme Song: The Poison Woman by The Dear Hunter

  Weapons: She has many vials of various poisons and concoctions that she implements to hunt mortals, or aid her group mates in hunting theirs. For example, she has a specific mix that makes someone more open to suggestion, something the Jackal uses on more difficult targets. 
She also has a blowgun and darts. She adds her mixes to the darts so she can use them at a distance. 

 Powers: In exchange for the souls of her four family members, Orphos gave the Eagle the ability to "hear", or sense the souls of others. She uses this to gauge their energy level so she can more efficiently provide souls for her mask and the other’s masks as well. The more energy the soul has, the less souls it takes to satisfy the mask. These targets tend to be the most difficult, though, so the Masked Ones will stick to easier, low-energy souls. They will take the occasional risk, though. 

She also has the same curse as the other Masked Ones.
 She has encyclopedic knowledge on natural poisons and herbs. While this is almost always used for harm, she is quite capable of providing medical aid should the need arise. 

 Backstory: She attended the same party with Jackal and Hyena. When she asked for the eagle mask and for the ability to sense souls, Orphos laughed and jokingly told her that she would have to kill her family in exchange for such a power. A few days later, she summoned Orphos and promptly showed him her four family members after she poisoned their water. He was appalled at her apparent glee over her deed. Overwhelmed at the prospect that he had to follow through with his end of the bargain, he threw in a twist of his own at the last second; along with giving her the ability to sense souls, he bonded her own family's souls to the mask of the Eagle, forcing her to have to listen to them for the rest of her life. They mostly scream for hours on end and offer contradicting advice, causing her to act sporadically on occasion.  She has mostly learned to ignore them, but they are sometimes too raucous to tune out. 

 Crush: None currently.

 Other: Zeus 

*****

 Name: Bliss
 Nickname: Shinkicker
 Age: 12 as of 2022 (Birthday is June 21st!)
Gender: Female
 Pronouns: She//Her
 Sexuality: Straight(?)
Species: Mortal human 
Deity They Work For: Under the care of Orphos 

 Appearance: Bliss is somewhat tall for her age, standing around 5’4. Her blonde hair is choppy, as if she cut it herself, and is about chin length, though some chunks are slightly longer or shorter than this– she’s not exactly an expert at the whole haircut thing. She has bright blue eyes and freckles splashed across her cheeks, with pale skin. Her face is still somewhat soft and childlike. She wears an old worn “punk” jacket, with several patches scattered around it and a faded red shirt that has a cartoon skull on it alongside dark pants; hand-me-downs that Orphos has managed to scrounge up. She also has some steel-toed combat boots adorned with some spikes on the side she attached herself. An intricate ceremonial knife she swiped from Orphos is in a sheath attached to her hip.  She will occasionally carry a black backpack. It is unknown what she keeps inside, but odds are it’s an aggressive amount of fruit snacks.  

Personality: Bliss is anything but blissful. A firecracker of a young girl, she bears the precociousness of a child raised with little in the way of boundaries and no strong parental figures to speak of. She has an independent streak a mile wide, rivaled only by her stubbornness. She’s not used to being told what to do, and her first instinct is often to rail against any kind of authority being exercised against her. While not terribly disrespectful, she has no qualms against speaking her mind, having gone toe-to-toe with deities multiple times without batting an eye. Her irreverence is a blessing and a curse; she is not starstruck by her proximity to the divine, but once in a while it would do her good to remember that she’s talking to people who can bend the cosmos at will and she just mastered her multiplication tables. As she has grown older, she’s gotten a fair bit wiser when dealing with people she does not know, and she is nowhere near as naive as she once was. However, her naivety has some strange gaps. She is capable in a crisis, but her social skills, especially with those of her own age, leave much to be desired. With Orphos beginning to fear for her safety and seeking out methods to keep her out of harm’s way, she has grown a bit rebellious against him— instead of wandering off out of pure curiosity like before, she has begun to actively seek out dangerous situations to prove to him that she is capable of handling herself. In that regard, she’s a little overconfident in her abilities, which is bound to land her in a bit of trouble sooner rather than later. Orphos is all she has in the way of family, and she has some deep-seated abandonment issues that she has yet to fully recognize from her biological father giving her up. She will cling fiercely to any approximation of familial bond that is presented to her and can sometimes get in her own head about how “worthy” she is of a family. Y’know, angst. 

Theme Songs: Wrecking Ball by Mother Mother and Take Me To War by The Crane Wives

 Weapons: She kicks. Hard. She also has a knife that she swiped from Orphos, but it’s got a little more to it than she knows (it’s a ceremonial knife that is capable of extracting souls from bodies, but she is far too inexperienced to wield it in that capacity). She has little formal training with weapons, so it doesn’t do much but look intimidating for a couple seconds while she swings it around haphazardly. She has more experience in hand-to-hand combat than the average 12-year-old, but that’s solely from Orphos teaching her brawling techniques. She’s not even 100lbs soaking wet, so she’s not necessarily a physical threat either.

  Powers: None really related to her, but Orphos enchanted her boots to increase the power/force of her kicks. 


 Backstory: See Orphos 


 Crush: Nah


 Other: Aphrodite. She’s lowkey turning into a little anarchist, I’m here for it

 *****
Name: Gevar
 Nickname(s): Whatever comes up 
Age: 200+
 Gender: Female
 Pronouns: She//Her
Sexuality: Bisexual Panromantic 
Species: Stymphalian Bird, has a human form
Deity They Work For: Technically under employ of the CDs; her and her flock currently act as enforcers in the kingdom of Anatina. 

 Appearance: Gevar looks like an adult woman in her mid twenties. She has a strong, powerful build, but not unnecessarily bulky. Her arms and shoulders are the most powerful part of her body. Gevar has tan skin and all-black eyes with dark brown hair that’s cut short so as not to impede her when fighting. She wears sleeveless tops. Black tattoos consisting of intricate geometric patterns cover her arms, chest, back, and legs.  
She can also take the form of a Stymphalian bird, a mythological creature about the size of a human with a metallic bronze beak and feathers that she can shoot from her wings, which have a wingspan of about 18 feet. She can also keep her legs as a bird to help her run faster. 
She has a form in between the two, where her arms become Stymphalian wings. She has claws on the end of her wings, like a bat’s almost, so she can grab things.

   Personality: Gevar is very untrusting of mortals and deities and everyone in general. Because her kind was systemically hunted down by mortals living nearby and the gods didn’t do much in the way of stopping it. She’s very independent, and very proud. As such, she has difficulty asking for help if she needs it. She’s not very empathetic, but she tries her best. Emotions aren’t really her strong suit, and her form of comforting is awkwardly patting someone on the back. She doesn’t like anyone getting too close to her as a defense mechanism because she doesn’t want to be hurt, so deep down she really is pretty lonely. 

  Theme Song: Bit By Bit- Mother Mother 

 Weapons: Her metal feathers she can shoot from her wings, hand-to-hand combat 


 Powers: She heals quickly and has small control over fire, she usually only uses it for dramatic effect or to fire flaming feathers.
 
Backstory: Gevar grew up on a flock of other Stymphalian birds, but as farmers and other mortals started to actively hunt them down, she was forced to conjure up a human form to disguise herself. Many of her flock weren’t so lucky, so she spends her days in a kind of solo war against them, ambushing small groups or mortals out by themselves as a form of revenge. Since her kind was revived by the actions of Dust, she has mellowed out considerably in terms of her indiscriminate violence. Nowadays, she takes out her frustrations on the denizens of Anatina with great effectiveness. 

Crush: No  

Other: Hera

 *****
Name: ???
 Nickname: The Raccoon
 Age: In their 30s, immortal 
 Gender: Nonbinary
Pronouns: He//They (prefers he/him but doesn’t mind they/them)
 Sexuality: Asexual Aromantic 
Species: Mortal 
Deity They Work For: Orphos by extension, affiliated with the Masked Ones 

 Appearance: The Raccoon doesn’t wear the armor typical of the cult. Instead, he wears a simple cloth shirt and pants with a leather sculptor’s apron overtop that has multiple pockets. It always has many tools stuffed into it. He also wears black fingerless gloves. His mask is decidedly smaller than the normal, and covers about half his face and is in the shape of a raccoon. It’s more intricate than most masks with smaller details etched into it. He has a deep scratch over the right eye of the mask that continues off the mask onto his jaw.  He stands about five feet tall and is stocky, with pale skin. You can see his eyes through the mask, and they’re bright red in color. He has thick silvery white hair of medium length that frames his face and sticks out every which way, giving him a bit of a “mad scientist” look.  

 Personality: The Raccoon isn’t anywhere near as aggressive as his masked counterparts. He could care less what they’re doing, as long as they let him make masks. He’s creative, and puts a lot of effort into the masks he makes. He prides himself on their look, and never makes the same animal twice. He’s actually pretty friendly, and isn’t too worried about people coming after him. The Raccoon considers himself to be far removed from the actions of the Masked Ones, and doesn’t think he’s responsible for what the Jackal is doing. The Jackal however, convinced him to stay close to the group because other people may not think that way and interrupt his work. He has a neutral attitude to the gods and thinks that using the cursed masks is a good way for people to become DIY deities (DIYties?). The Raccoon doesn’t like to refer to them as cursed, though. He sees it as more of a blessing with a catch. He doesn’t kill people to sustain his mask and instead exclusively feeds on the souls of animals.

 Theme Song: Everything At Once by Lenka.  

Weapons: Sculpting tools? He’s okay at hand-to-hand  

Powers: He can bless/curse inanimate objects, and bring them to “life” through a chain of intricate spells. His current project is carving obsidian animal figurines and experimenting to give them some approximation of free will/AI. Intricate, multifaceted spells take him a fair bit of time, as he often has to carve them into his projects or attach another precarved object to apply them.  

Backstory: He wanted to be immortal so he decided to make it happen lmao 
 Crush: nah Other: little creacher. Also fun fact, he’s charmed his gloves to alleviate his carpal tunnel

*****

Name: Shiloh
 Nickname(s): N/A
 Age: ???
 Gender: Female
 Pronouns: She//Her
 Sexuality: Pansexual 
Species: Hamadryad 
Deity They Work For: None currently, formerly Ishmael; currently affiliated with the Masked Ones 

Appearance: Shiloh is tall, standing around 6 feet. She has a strong, but slim build, and her skin is dark brown with freckles all over her body. She has a heartshaped face with large, unnaturally bright green eyes. She wears a dark green tunic with sleeves that cut off at the elbow and a red sash tied around her waist, and dark leggings. More often than not, she goes barefoot, but when the occasion calls for shoes, she opts for sandals.  

Personality: Shiloh, at her best, is a cold, calculating, and ambitious woman who will stop at nothing to get what she wants. She is highly intelligent, and isn't afraid to play the long game if it means she can achieve her goals at the end. She's highly driven by her lust for power, and as a result doing things ethically or by-the-book is a low priority for her. Still, she does have strong positions in certain areas. For instance, nature in all its forms is something to protect at all costs. She has a high disdain for mortals because of this and considers them expendable. She'll use them as pawns, but typically doesn't associate with them if she can help it. One of her highest goals is to become a deity. Somewhat hypocritically, she doesn't believe mortal-turned-deities to be true deities, citing them as products of dumb luck and undeserving of their positions of power. She thinks that instead she deserves a spot in a pantheon, particularly Ishmael's. Serving as his assistant, she was frustrated at his lack of action and perceived his constant striving for peace as weakness. Shiloh believes that she can do a better job (and honestly, she's kind of right) and manipulated/threatened Ishmael and Orphos into giving her Ishmael's divinity. She ended up dying so I guess that wasn't the best decision she made, but hey, you win some, you lose some. After her resurrection by the Masked Ones, she changed a fair bit. Her careful protection of nature is no longer a priority for her, and instead of being intent on taking her place in the pantheon, she has broadened her horizons to just being a general menace to a world she perceives to have wronged her at nearly every turn. Witnessing the Jackal’s failure to contain a deity soul when she herself was able to utilize Ishmael’s soul has cemented the idea in her head that she is destined for divinity. In another dazzling display of hypocrisy, she has begun to obsessively research blue Ambrosia Flowers in an attempt to predict their appearance.

  Theme Songs: Brutus by The Buttress and you should see me in a crown by Billie Eilish 

 Weapons: She carries several throwing knives hidden in her sash that magically return to her after being thrown. She's also somewhat adept at hand-to-hand combat.

 Powers: Shiloh, being a hamadryad, has powers over plants. She can grow them on the ground or on her body, but doing too much will sap her energy. She can also secrete plant-based toxins from her palms, but uses this sparingly as she struggles with controlling the potency (it's often too much or too little so it isn't very effective). She can control Bushbeasts, and arguably has a better connection to them than anyone else. The ones she grows herself tend to mutate and are more true to their animal counterparts in both size and build rather than the regular Bushbeasts who have the same rough body shape and different heads. She can also transform into a melanistic barn owl. 

 Backstory: Formerly Ishmael's assistant, she was slain by Orphos after he stripped her of her powers. He kept her soul for further research because he had never had a soul in his collection like hers. Orphos stored it in a magically sealed jar because he had trouble controlling it. One night, his domain was broken into and the jar became shattered, freeing her soul. Her soul bonded to a sequoia tree and her body and powers were restored. Her current whereabouts are unknown

.  Crush: N/A  

Other: Her life is connected to the tree. As long as it remains standing, so does she.

*****

 Name: King Felix Anatina 
Nickname(s):
None commonly known, but he had the nickname "Lucky Duck" in youth for his ability to escape dangerous situations without injury
. Age: In his late 20s 
Gender: Male
 Pronouns: He//Him 
Sexuality: Straight 
Parents: His mother was a queen in the medieval sect, and his father is Ishmael. However, neither Felix nor Ishmael are aware of this. Felix and the rest of the kingdom believes he is of noble blood, and the secret of his lineage died with his mother.
 Species: Mortal/Demigod  

Appearances: He looks similar to Ishmael, but isn't a spitting image. He has the same general facial structure and hair color, but his hair is more well-kept than Ishmael's. He has dark brown eyes, and his skin is on the pale side, taking after his mother. He stands about 5'10 and is sturdily built, with a decent amount of muscle. Not one for extravagance, Felix wears a simple black tunic adorned with a red sash emblazoned with his crest, a black ouroboros snake, and black boots. He has a leather belt with numerous pouches that house seeds for different kinds of flora. Occasionally, he will wear a light chestplate or a dark red cape, but he only really does so for formal and/or diplomatic events. Other outfits will tend to follow his red/black color scheme.

  Personality: Felix is a laid back, cheerful monarch. He rarely worries about conflict outside his kingdom, preferring to instead focus on his own people. Not to say he has no allies-- he is generally viewed favorably by his neighbors, if a bit soft. He has shown a strong willingness to do whatever it takes to protect his own, so even the more bellicose rulers tend to leave him in peace. In addition, his kingdom is very prosperous, and he will willingly donate surplus to those who are struggling through war or famine. He's very optimistic about other people, and seeing the best in others is his specialty. This can backfire, as he tends to be too trusting, and will often give second, third, or tenth chances. However, he's not too blinded by this that he cannot see potential threats, he just chooses to believe that they aren't likely to pass. If something does break his trust, his anger, while short-lived, is a sight to behold. Felix has a strong respect for deities and their associates, something instilled in him from a very young age by his mother. He is often starstruck on the off chance he encounters one, but tries very hard to mask his excitement with kingly dignity. He puts them up on a pedestal, even those he probably shouldn't. As a result, it would be very easy for someone to manipulate him if they were to pose as some kind of divine confidant. Privately, he is very unsure about his role as king. He hates that he feels like someone will always suffer, no matter what decision he makes. He sometimes feels that people aren't friends or allies with him for who he is as a person, but rather for what he can give them as a king. As a result, even though he is surrounded by people, he can feel alone. 
 Theme Song(s): Ruler Of Everything- Tally Hall
  Weapons: He almost never carries a weapon, save for a set of brass knuckles and a hunting knife hidden in his boot. To be honest, he isn't the greatest at extended combat, so he likes to keep his altercations short and sweet, and isn't afraid to use lethal means should he deem it necessary
.  Powers: Felix has minor control over plants. He can only manipulate existing plants, meaning he cannot grow new ones out of nowhere without a source, like a seed. He will typically use this power to aid in the growing of crops. He can also heal most wounds up to and including broken bones. Vital organs are difficult, but not impossible, for him to heal. Like Ishmael, he cannot heal mental illness, and his healing powers are slower/less effective if he uses them on himself. Healing can also take up a sizable amount of energy, but he can bypass the drain of energy by directly transferring the injury to himself. For example, if someone had a scraped knee, their knee could be healed, but he would now have a scraped knee. While he does not have a peace aura, he typically radiates calm energy.  
Backstory: Born and raised a prince, Felix has no idea he's actually a demigod. His powers have been explained away by extensive study into life magic, and his life has been pretty standard for someone of his social standing. This peace was shattered when his kingdom was besieged by his half brother, Prince Prospero. Struggling with a mysterious famine, the kingdom was ill-prepared for a coup backed by the Corrupted Deities and their allies. Felix was challenged to a duel for the throne by Prospero, and sustained near-fatal injuries. He was spared by the appearance of Huck, who had mistaken the king’s distress as a call from Ishmael. The Bushbeast placed him under a coma until the demigod was given medical care in Time’s domain.The king miraculously pulled through, but not without casualty. Now grappling with severe amnesia, the former king has little recollection of his past and family tree.

  Crush: None currently 

Other: Hermes!

 *****

And a species form I can't remember if I actually turned in:

Species Name: Firebeasts

Scientific Name: custos petram

 Names: Names are given by creators, but few of them have one. Typically, only the higher-ranking, more powerful Firebeasts have names. They do not have typical names, usually nonsense words and sounds or very unconventional names. Firebeasts have an intrinsic sense of knowing if they are being talked to or not. You could say “hey you” to a group while looking for a specific one, and they would know who you were referring to and ignore you if they aren’t needed. Currently, only a few named Firebeasts are known- Jabberwocky, a wolverine with half her face missing, Malarkey, a tiger, and Rickitickitembo, a boar. 

.Lifespan: Firebeasts live indefinitely— they’re made of rock, after all. Technically, they cannot be killed, only immobilized. One has to limit their movement, such as managing to break off legs or other appendages. If only decapitated, they are still fully capable of movement and combat. They are created by the Raccoon and his small army of figurines, who expertly carve them out of obsidian. They are capable of long stretches of inactivity or dormancy, but remain aware of what is happening in the world around them. They don’t grow, so they stay relatively the same size as the day they were created.

 Genders: Firebeasts have no concept or need of gender, and will go by any pronouns given to them. 

 Hierarchy: Their chain of command is established solely by physical strength and power. The stronger the Firebeast, the higher on the totem pole they are. The most powerful Firebeast is considered the “alpha”, with the second powerful acting as their second-in-command/deputy. In situations where the alpha is not present, the deputy takes over. Firebeasts use combat to establish ranking, and as such, feuds are an almost daily occurrence. A lower rank always challenges a higher rank. If the lower ranked loses, they stay where they are, but if they win, they take the higher ranking Firebeast’s place. The alpha and deputy are off limits in duels. Those two positions are decided in a tournament style, where every Firebeast has a chance to rise to the top, or change their ranking. This tournament only happens if the alpha is killed/incapacitated, and rarely if the deputy overthrows the alpha. If the deputy does overthrow the alpha, the only reason would be if the alpha displays severe weakness, and the rest of the group no longer respects or fears them. Typical Appearance: Firebeasts are hewn from enchanted obsidian from a specific chain of volcanoes. This obsidian is harvested and carved by the Raccoon, who often uses their smaller obsidian figurines to expedite the carving process. Depending on the amount of figurines working, a Firebeasts can be completed anywhere from a few hours to a few days. Their head and neck areas are more clean-cut, detailed, and polished than the rest of their bodies. Their eyes are typically made from Bushbeast Amber, but recently they have been made from other gemstones, commonly precious opals or dragonstones but just about anything will do. They are set deep into the face to avoid them being knocked loose, and have an ethereal glow to them. Firebeasts, like Bushbeasts, take after the characteristics of a certain animal. However, instead of having a common body shape across the entire species like Bushbeasts, they are more like giant sculptures of their animal counterparts. They can vary in size and detail, but they range anywhere from 10-30 feet tall at the shoulder. The majority of them have a thick layer of moss on their back and shoulder, but some have fully grown plants as well, like coffee plants, grapevines, and other flora that thrive near volcanoes. If a Firebeast has sustained an injury that requires extensive repair (such as a limb needing reattached) the Raccoon has a special gold alloy that they use to fill in cracks and affix things onto the Firebeast. As a result, some Firebeasts have webs of gold cracks scattered around their bodies, like scars. ((Inspired by Kintsugi, the art of repairing cracked or broken pottery with gold powder)) 

Clothing: None 

General Personalities: Firebeasts, to put it nicely, aren’t the brightest. There is no possibility they could survive alone. They are pack animals, and are very loyal to each other. They can only follow a single supreme being at a time, currently Shiloh. They have little to no capability of independent thought, and they exhibit a hivemind/mob mentality. As such, they can be unpredictable, but manageable if one knows how to take advantage of it. They are usually aggressive, especially when injured or alone. They place a high value on strength, and will not hesitate to abandon one of their own if they do not think they are strong enough, such as in the event of injury. They are impossible to reason with, and once given a goal, will be deadset on completing it no matter the cost. Tireless and bloodthirsty, they can be quite the nuisance if left unchecked. 

 Abilities: Firebeasts have control over fire and lava/magma. This is really only seen when they breathe fire or lava. They don’t really have control of it after it leaves their body, so if they launch a fireball at something flammable, they cannot control the flames that appear.  Despite this, they can easily manipulate smoke and may use it as cover or to suffocate opponents. Firebeasts can also teleport, but only a mile or two at a time. Firebeasts, like Bushbeasts, are able to be summoned anywhere as long as the summoner isn’t underwater. They burst forth from the ground, and can sink back into the earth without a trace just as quickly.They are capable of understanding human speech, but cannot speak it. They may repeat a word or phrase that someone has just said, but this is unsolicited and not something they consciously do. This is a result of the Raccoon and Shiloh experimenting with their ability to vocalize. Their voices are high wails and layered, so it sounds like multiple people are speaking at once even if only one Firebeast is. Legend has it that the voices are from the mortals the Firebeasts have killed, but this hasn’t been proved.  

Weapons: The obsidian they are made of is harder than normal, so they are very well protected from direct contact from say, a blade or other sharp point. Blunt force is the only thing that can do some real damage to them, like an explosion. They have the teeth, claws, horns, etc. of their animal counterpart. Also firebreath, smoke manipulation, yadda yadda. They are immune to fire and heat, but extreme cold can slow them. 

 Communication: They have a telepathy link with one another, but it’s almost entirely incomprehensible to outsiders. They can also make the noises of their animal, but it doesn’t actually mean anything. 

 Background/History: The Firebeasts were created by the Raccoon on command of the Jackal and Shiloh. The first Firebeasts were very rough around the edges, a kind of prototype. They didn’t have the fire abilities, and were pretty much just aggressive statues. The Jackal uses Orphos’s ties to smuggling rings to procure Bushbeast amber, believing it to have magical properties, but he has recently opted for less conspicuous gemstones for the latest generations of Firebeasts. The latest Firebeasts are bigger and stronger than their predecessors, and have the fire/lava/teleportation abilities. The Masked Ones are continuing to experiment to further enhance the species. 

Other: They have a strong kill-on-sight instinct for Bushbeasts. If injured deeply enough, they may “bleed” magma. This typically only happens if they are injured severely in the chest area. They can’t swim!Even though they can only teleport a mile or two at a time, they are able to “chain”, and can teleport repeatedly if they need to travel larger distances.  

GalaxianExplosion wrote:

I would say Shiloh could potentially interact with some characters of mine on that ambrosia flower thing, but they're haha dead haha

Nah she could be out there somewhere. I too am a bit interested on some ambrosia flower stuff. You know... to me it sounds like a good idea for a plot that only includes mortals, just saying.

I was reading through btw, and it looks like a stamp of me accepting it, they've been accepted before, and just have updates, so it's all good.

Awh, thanks. I had some time, so I just went ahead and did it. Plus its good to read and try to remember new characters.

I get you. I'll bring up the idea of a plot to everyone later on a new thread ofc.

Last edited by Time (August 18, 2022 01:40:35)

Name: Russet
Gender: Male
Pronouns: He/him
Sexuality: Biromantic Asexual
Deity of: Psychometry
Powers/Abilities: Through touching inanimate objects, Russet can “speak” to them. He can learn about the object’s history, such as places it has been. This doesn’t work on living things or things that were once alive (like corpses), with the exception of fungi and plants. The objects he uses this power on do not have a personality or voice of their own, and are rather manifested through a single voice that is constant for all the targets of his psychometry. The Voice sounds sickly, in some weird place between wailing and normal speech. Russet believes this voice is just another part of his mind rather than a separate entity, though the truth is unclear. The single voice does present a serious weakness, which is that if the voice is tuned out or otherwise muted by some outside force, Russet cannot extract information from any object. There do exist charms which make objects within a certain radius refuse to give up their secrets, but Russet is fairly unknown so the possibility of psychometry isn’t often considered by people trying to hide something. While his psychometry mostly only allows him to learn about the past, objects can give weak premonitions and warn Russet of danger soon to happen in the area. Russet can temporarily bestow a weaker version of this power to others, though he asks for an offering of fresh fruit unless the situation is urgent. Russet can target specific parts of an object or the entire object, though the largest object he can use this power on is a castle or other large building. 
Appearance: Russet is 165 cm tall and is very thin, likely from opting to eat fruit over actual meals. He has curly black hair, which sits on top of his head almost like a bird’s nest. He has large, brown eyes, and his left pupil is noticeably always dilated. There are dark circles around his eyes, though this is just a feature and isn't really indicative of lack of sleep. He does look tired all the time, even when he's not. His face is somewhat bony, and he has a thin nose. He seems to always be having goosebumps. He is most often wearing a loose, brown tunic with beige cuffs. His neck is covered with a dark green shemagh scarf, and a tight-fitting black belt around his upper abdomen, which combined with the looseness of his tunic makes him look a little like an hourglass. He wears dark green pants and a pair of sandals. 
Personality: Russet is a very closed-off person. While not the kind of person hiding dark secrets, he doesn’t share his emotions with others. He often assumes that people only talk to him because they want something out of him. While he always keeps his cards close to his chest, he has a severe weakness for fruit. Give him any kind and he will near-instantaneously become your friend. He can be described as soulful and chill and will often refer to others with words like “pal”, “buddy” or “dude”. While not a poet himself, he really likes to listen to poetry. It’s difficult to tell when he’s using psychometry because he always appears to be zoned out. When faced with a dilemma he will always consult The Voice, who will affirm Russet’s judgments nearly every time. He prefers the company of The Voice compared to other people, and he has a small gemstone which he will often use psychometry on just for the sake of speaking to The Voice. He still likes to hang out with others, but will often stay off to the side while he has a boring conversation with The Voice. The Voice is a reflection of Russet, so it has a very similar personality. While he will ask offerings of fruit for any of his psychometric services, he will often give his powers for free to friends, or those who obviously need it urgently. 
Typically Worshiped By: Psychics
Domain: An isolated lake island of 1.5 square kilometers. While mostly just empty rock, Russet has a small hut there in which he resides. He’s not very often found here and is more likely to be wandering Forengard.
Weapons: A simple dagger. He tries to stay away from combat, but he keeps the dagger on him most of the time. It stays sheathed inside a satchel that Russet will often sling around his shoulder. 
Backstory: Russet is believed to be a “fragment” of a much stronger, psychic deity, which explains his specialty in only a certain area of psychic abilities. He is not aware of any other fragments nor does he have any memory of who this deity was or what happened to them. The Voice has existed for as long as Russet has. He’s learned to keep a low profile, as he was once something of a popular deity among psychics and would find that he would often be taken advantage of by these psychics. He went completely off the grid for a few decades, retreating to his domain. When he returned, he didn’t really tell others of his powers, but he still wanted to help others so he often looked for people to help without sharing his methods. 
Other: Hephaestus   

Time wrote:

Ah, back into the rp scene maybe, Russet? Coolio.

I like the idea of him being a fragment of a more powerful deity! In addition, The Voice is a cool concept too! It's an interesting concept not really scene in this rp before, afaik.

Thanks, I am in fact going back into roleplaying. I apologize for asking, but is he accepted? It wasn't really clear in your post
 

He returneth
Welcome back to the roleplay, Russet!

-Galaxian-

I think it looks good, accepted. I like the idea and am looking forward to interactions with her! But I do have questions.

You say she is 30 something, but her appearance seems mid Twenties. I'm assuming this is apart of the not aging thing, right? In she achieved semi immortality about a decade ago?

Also can you give me a range of control for the insects. It can br super vague. I'm assuming it's a mid to short range thing based off of how you worded it?

clean slate #2 electric boogaloo 

This time I made a self-insert that ACTUALLY just a self-insert, no more edgy stuff, the trauma (maybe) comes later.

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Name: Marsh
*Nickname(s):
Gender: What gender?
Pronouns: any/all
Sexuality: Demiromantic Asexual
Deity of (Up to 3 things): Passion, Love
*Symbols:  

Powers/Abilities: Wings - does what it says on the tin. (They can make the wings disappear when needed)
Creation - anything they draw exists for a limited amount of time. This depends on the size of the object, for example small objects such as a spoon or pen can last for a few hours whereas large objects like a car can only last a few seconds. The time limit also depends on the complexity of the object, for example the pen will not last as long as the spoon since it has many separate parts. When attempting to create anything living, they show no signs of thought and age at a rapid pace until they eventually disintegrate.
*Pets: 

Appearance(s): Marsh appears to be your average tired twenty something student found all over any college campus. Baggy clothes in desaturated colors. Cheek length straight hair curling inward slightly, almost like a mushroom cap. Thin round glasses that frame the plainest pair of black eyes. There’s nothing indicating marsh is nothing but your typical human mortal, well nothing except for the massive wings sprouting from their back. Slick brown feathers and a wingspan of at least 12 feet; it’s an understatement to say they stick out like a sore thumb. For someone who looks like a stick figure that can barely reach the top of a doorway on their tiptoes, the wings don’t seem to bother them at all as if they weigh nothing. 

Personality: Marsh is the type to have big feelings and little reactions. They consider themselves to be very open minded and always willing to see the other side of the story. Oftentimes they run on gut instinct and act before they think. Rarely do they ever get angry or lash out, preferring to always give people the benefit of the doubt. Because of this Marsh might seem like a bit of a pushover who’s scared of conflict.. which they are, so if conflict ever arises they’re always the first to run. It’s a bad habit for sure, but running just seems so much easier. Ghost people, disappear for days, whatever it takes to just get away. 
*Theme Song(s): 
*Typically Worshiped By: 
Domain: not yet developed
*Temples: 
Weapons: none 

Backstory: If Marsh were asked to sum up their life in one word, it’d be “plain.” Born into an average middle-class family. Went to school just like any other kid. Procrastinated on homework, laughed at stupid things she can barely remember now. Elementary, then junior high. It was all so dreadfully plain. Never called to the principal’s office, never won any prizes at school events. Full attendance, a “pleasure to have in class.” That was her life, up until the spark.
Marsh still remembers why they decided to go down the road they did. Standing there in the middle of an art gallery, she knew that this was it. This was the start of something big, something she’d be stupid to throw away. This was her ticket out, out and away from the boring life she’s trapped in. She’s always felt her emotions vividly, but nothing like this, nothing like knowing she needed to have this in her life. Knowing the regret she’d face if she didn’t try.
Charcoal, paper, and a kid with a dream. It wasn’t easy but it was never about easy. It was a frenzied passion for creation, for love, and for life. The first time in their mundane life, Marsh felt alive. Truly and wonderfully alive. Their days still didn’t change much but that doesn’t matter anymore.
Eventually they got into an average art college, with average grades and an average portfolio (the good kind of average). Even the deity thing happened on the most average of Tuesdays. It was like something had told them to go hiking that day. Enjoy nature and breath in some fresh air. Footsteps crunch, crack, then silence. There it was, in the middle of the trail, a blue flower standing there so nonchalantly. Who knows why they touched the thing, perhaps it was curiosity, gut instinct, maybe fate or destiny.
It’s been a month and Marsh still doesn’t know what to do with their newly acquired immortality, at least the wings are cool.

*Crush: nope
Other: hestia 

Oh and for you Marsh, accepted! Sorry I didn't get to that sooner.

As for inserting angsty edge into things, you just put some thoughts into my mind. So if you don't mind, I'll write aboutn it a bit. More often that not I don't like adding self inserts too so I think it's nice when your self insert is more of a singular part or parts of your personality and greatly exaggerated. It helps them feel less like a self insert for me

Oh I also do enjoy the technique of traimatizing  happening during the story rather than just only the backstory

Last edited by Time (August 31, 2022 14:22:49)

Oh yeah no doubt there are some stuff there for sure

Ahhh I see so this is Russet's client, very nice.

Accepted!

I like the idea and stuff! Accepted!

The backstory is also funny too. With fate assumedly being turned on it's head when a random rabbit eats a flower. I'm looking forwards to the interactions!

Chainsaw, very good.

Mostly accepted except for one thing: can you give me some examples on how his arm shapeshifts and transforms?