Yeah, I was wondering when these guys would come in.

I'll accept em. As per usual, looking to see how they'll develop as characters in the rp 👍

Time wrote:

Yeah, I was wondering when these guys would come in.

I'll accept em. As per usual, looking to see how they'll develop as characters in the rp 👍

 
Yeah sorry I took so long
there was a few things I never thought about like their domain that I had to figure out
Plus, irl stuff happening, looking forward to rp!

I am curious to see what you mean

wolffighting3768 wrote:

I could tell you if you want me to.  Or I could be snarky and say "Why don't ya try talking to him".  Whichever sounds nicer really...I'll be more than happy to tell you if you want.  

 
Hmmm both sound good honestly
I haven’t rp yet so it could be fun but I would have no idea what I am doing

wolffighting3768 wrote:

LazyOwlViolet wrote:

wolffighting3768 wrote:

I could tell you if you want me to.  Or I could be snarky and say "Why don't ya try talking to him".  Whichever sounds nicer really...I'll be more than happy to tell you if you want.  

 
Hmmm both sound good honestly
I haven’t rp yet so it could be fun but I would have no idea what I am doing

If you want, we could do a one on one RP to get you accustomed on how to RP.  Or well, at least how I've done it.  And it would also be a good way to showcase both of our characters too!  Of course you're also more than welcomed to message Time, Galaxian or even Specter about it, though your best bet would be Time if you have any questions.  
 

 
Oh! That could be nice
I would love to see your character(s)! And I’ll see how the rp goes before seeing if I have questions, my brain is empty of those at the moment

*throws form at your feet*
Here she is. This isn't done yet, but I wanna know how it looks so far.
Name: Khloe Alicia William-Scott
Nicknames: Khlo, other nicknames may appear during rp
Goddess of: Sleep
Gender: Female
Pronouns: She/her
Sexuality: Undecided
Pet: A Snifflet, a species I plan on creating later, but all you need to know for now is it looks like a red puffball with bat wings. It has no name.
Powers/Abilities: She has the normal abilities you'd expect from a deity of any sort. She can open portals, but usually prefers to teleport. Like, you'll see she's in front of you, and then POOF! She's right next to you.With the added powers of being a sleep goddess, she can hypnotize people to go to sleep with her voice. She can also view people's dreams if she wishes to, but she can't do anything but watch it play in her mind.
Appearance: Khloe takes the form of a young woman who's just finished her teenage years. Her skin is a light peach, but tanner on her arms and legs. Her eyes are a swirling kaleidoscope of blue and purple that make normal mortals dizzy when they look into them for too long. Her eyebrows are a bit bushy, her lips are almost always a deep pink due to her lipstick, and her feathered hair is a chestnut brown with occasional light green streaks.She dresses differently depending on which Sector she's in, to blend in.
Her Medieval Sect. outfit is a long, flowy white sleeveless dress with a golden belt around her waist. She wears a brown hooded cloak over it, and black sandals. She usually has beaded string on top of her head.
In the Modern Sect., her clothes are a modernized version of her other outfit, a loose cropped white t-shirt with a brown hoodie and blue jean shorts. She also has black lace-up boots and accessorizes with large gold hoop earrings.
Khloe doesn't have much reason for visiting the Cyber Sect., and doesn't have a third variation of her outfit.
It should be noted that she has a tattoo of a black rose vine wrapped around her left wrist like a bracelet.
Personality: You'd expect her to be calmer and chill, being a sleep goddess, but she's pretty much the opposite except in rare instances. She's a ball or energy, radiating happy vibes everywhere. She talks really fast and rambles on about nothing in an excited tone, trying to say everything at once, when she's at her worst. She comes off as annoying or bothersome to most people.Khloe is known to tell people she has an urgent question, and then that question turns out to be something completely stupid, like “Is the color named after the fruit or is the orange named after the color?” She's not trying to bother people, she just has a genuine curiosity.(She has more stuff I promise! Ok, so personality's not complete yet, I'm gonna work on that, just let me know how everything else is. I'm currently trying to figure out her more negative qualities.)
Theme Song: We'll see, we'll see.
Symbol: Her staff
Typically Worshipped By: Nobody, really. I guess insomniacs or people who live in noisy neighborhoods and would like some rest.
Domain: A small white house in the Modern Sector. Khloe's not show-offy.
Weapon: Her staff, made to look like it's made from tree roots all twisted together (drawing coming soon I promise), with a large blue orb inside near the top. The staff has magical properties, as any mortals who are near it for too long start to get sleepy. Khloe also likes to whack people on the head with it, and secretly named her staff Smasher. (Khloe's a bit psycho, did I mention that?)
Backstory: Khloe, born in the Medieval Sector to mortal Ashley William and god Lysander Scott, was raised there for a while until her parents' divorce and went to live with her dad in the Modern Sector, although she visited her mom often. She spent her childhood and teens in a large blue house with a tree house in the backyard. She still visits it when she needs to relax.When she was 13, her dad was remarried to a mortal woman named Vernadette. She and her son Trevor moved in with them. Khloe and Trevor didn't get along that well, even with him being only a year younger than her. He was jealous of her because she was homeschooled while he went to school, and she was jealous of him because of his popularity with other kids. They had a bit of a rivalry that didn't end until the year after, when he helped her out of a fountain after she was pushed in, and he stood up for her. He lost a few of his so-called friends after that, but he didn't care.Khloe thanked him and they went from rivals to not-rivals. They weren't exactly friends yet, but they weren't enemies either.They bonded after a camping trip in which the two got lost while on an unknown trail, and they worked together to find their way back, just like in a cheesy movie. (Please excuse the cheesiness. My brain's out of better ideas.)They both realized that, hey, maybe their step-sibling wasn't so bad, and became closer.They got into some fun adventures in their teenage years, made friends with some future Ocs and also made enemies with some future Ocs. We'll get details later.Then, something tragic happened.Khloe, now aged 21, was driving her car, but wasn't paying attention because she was distressed over some news with a friend. She ended up crashing into a car that ran a red light and got hurt real bad.She blacked out as she was being taken to a hospital, and didn't wake up.The doctors doubted she would live with her slow heartbeat and her broken spine, but did what they could.In the middle of the night, when they left, something that would be described as a miracle happened, although nobody knows the real story.
As Khloe lay there sleeping, a small child entered the hospital wing.He walked up to her and placed something on her head, then left silently.In the morning Khloe woke up and was surprised to find her wounds had all healed and her heartrate was normal.She moved and something fell off her head and into her lap. It was a blue ambrosia flower.Nobody had any idea how it got there, but everybody was relieved.
And so Khloe became the goddess of sleep and moved into her current home in the Modern Sector shortly after.

(i'm gonna add more but this is it so far)

Last edited by ~Moongem~ (January 23, 2024 21:04:37)

Name: Moria Mentys
Age: 84(only looks mid 30's)
Gender: Female
Pronouns: she/her
Sexuality: haven't figured out if it'll matter for her.
Species: Graven Human
Deity They Work For: Ash

Appearance: Moria's most notable traits are her skeletal hand, and bright, yet faded, blue hair. She oftentimes has makeup on to look more alive than the corpses she works with rather than less, due to her somewhat gaunt face and unusually pale skin. One might notice her peculiarly large canines when she grins. Moria is very thin, almost looking starved, and a bit on the shorter side, standing at 5'4".

Clothes: Moria very frequently has her hair in a ponytail, wrapped with a large white bow. She usually wears close-fitting black trousers, with her gloves shoved into one of its pockets. Her gloves are white, with a navy blue skeleton hand sewn in on the back of the hand. Moria has a fondness for puffy sleeves, and usually wears a white shirt with puffy sleeves. She has black sleeves on her forearms to prevent the abundant cloth from getting in her way. She also wears a dark corset, which she insists isn't black. I forgot about her shoes but they're gray and also boots.

Personality: In comparision to the subdued and quiet nature of most Gravekeepers, Moria is. Still quiet, but almost exclusively in sounds rather than actions. She is one of the few Gravekeepers who travel, and likely the one to do so the most. It is hard to keep Moria still, as she is prone to pacing or keeping her hands busy while talking, or doing anything really. However, despite this, she is still more accustomed to silence, and does not do well when having to listen and speak, and is most comfortable alone or with the dead. Not to say that Moria is an unfriendly sort, she's quite polite when she does speak, however that's usually the limit. Moria is not very personable, nor frequently inclined to share her thoughts unless prodded for them. She also has frequently lacking empathy, not really phased when somebody else is having emotional turmoil.

Weapons: She might have a knife on hand on occasion. I guess.
Powers: Due to her role as one of Ash's favored Gravekeepers, she lives a long life and doesn't feel pain as intensely, however is physically weakened for it. Able to raise the dead, however cannot resurrect them(aka can summon skeletons but can't bring back uncle tim). Very good at preserving bodies, and has many mortuary rights memorized. Oh, and she can summon Ash's rotting flame, I guess. She can't do more than torch's worth of it, but I suppose it's worth mentioning.
Backstory: Moria oftentimes does not think of the words to talk about her past, so most of it is unknown to any uninvolved with it. It's not particularly tragic or intriguing, she was born into the business of dealing with the dead, and has been doing that and worshipping Ash on the side basically her whole life. She took lessons on how to wield a warscythe at some point.
Other: memento mori. or something. To clarify on the Graven Human thing, she is human, but due to channeling Ash's power she has become blessed/cursed by it and lives a half-life, essentially being one foot in the grave but having a very extended natural lifespan

Last edited by AshTheAvaricious (January 25, 2024 01:41:01)

Hiiiii! So for everyone who doesn't know, Echo is being retconned! <3 hopefully this will help me get back into RPing

(Also note: I might resubmit/rewrite some of my already accepted characters because of how long it's been since their first forms were submitted, as well as they have been developed so much over the years and it would be great to update everyone on my own perception of my own OCs lmao)

Edit: forgot to add an image for Echo, whoopsies


Name: Ophelia "Echo" Amor

*Nickname(s): Echo, Lia

Gender: Cis female

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: Ace Lesbian

Deity of (Up to 3 things): Curiosity, make-believe, luck

*Symbols: Bunnies, magnifying glasses, a home

Powers/Abilities: She's rather agile and quick on her feet, being extremely good at climbing up even the steepest areas. She's not very adept at doing actual magic, but she's Alma's apprentice in witchcraft and likes making potions. She has a bit of ice/winter magic. It's not related to her domains or anything, she just managed to learn some spells because she Really Loves Winter. She can slightly levitate stuff/can use telekinesis but honestly it's not strong and she uses it to move her rocks and stuffed bunny around while she's playing with them
More notes considering her parents: Similar to Francis, she technically has cravings for the flesh of others. However, this immediately is pwned by her repulsion of meat (which will be discussed in her backstory/is trauma related). She as well has an angelic aura/presence, however it's mainly been covered/suppressed by her studying witchcraft and her demonic contract with Solaris. As well as due to Solaris, she can dabble in prophecy-type/future insight magic, however due to her youth and her being an amateur (as well as Solaris' mental erosion), Echo isn't very good at it yet
Due to the mix of demonic witchcraft and being an angelic being, she's neutral to both angelic and demonic presences/isn't weaker to one or the other. However, due to this, she can't really detect angelic or demonic presences (RIP)
According to her biological father (Favian), she's "Seen the Unknown". Whatever the hell that means

*Pets: The Rock Collection. She names all the rocks and throws little tea parties for them

Appearance(s): She looks to be physically around 15 or 16 (she doesn't remember her actual age, unfortunately). Skin-wise, she's tan. Under her right eye is a beauty mark. On her neck and wrists are deep scars, seeming to be from hand cuffs. Her hair is black, being cut short and wavy. It curls a bit more around her face. Her eyes are a startling shade of purple, sometimes making others feel uneasy if she stares for a bit too long. Height-wise, Echo is around 5'2, being very thin from past malnutrition. Her body is boy-ish. She has a thin nose and a cherubic-like round face.
She isn't very expressive when it comes to body language and facial expressions. She tends to lean towards neutral facial expressions, and her body tends to naturally not move/fidget
She always wears a blue hoodie that has bunny ears attached to the hood. She tends to like wearing shorts with leggings, and she always wears sky blue boots that are comically big on her. She refuses to remove the hoodie and boots, becoming extremely upset if someone was to try to flip her hood off. She tends to paint her fingernails

Putting sketches/drawings in a spoiler tag because it's. A Lot. But here are visuals:

Personality: She's quiet, tending to stare at people and her surroundings rather than interacting with them. Many take this as off-putting and standoffish, but in reality, she's just trying to figure out what to do with herself by analyzing everything. Adding on, she's partially mute, and cannot speak sometimes either due to anxiety or, in general, just not being able to physically talk. To help with this, she carries around a stuffed rabbit and uses it to answer questions (often, this involves her wording to come out as "Miss Bunny thinks..." or "Miss Bunny says...", using Miss Bunny as a persona of sorts to help her get through social interactions). She will also carry around a note pad, writing down details on it often. With the note pad, she as well uses it to communicate when she can't speak
Despite anxiety and tendency to be withdrawn, she's extremely curious about the world and people around her. She's easily entertained and intrigued, and likes to investigate/snoop around (including places she Really Shouldn't Be). Once you get her really excited/passionate about something, she opens up easily and will talk your ear off about whatever has caught her interest
She tends to revert to a childish behavior
She enjoys collecting rocks and owns a vast rock collection. She likes to draw with crayons


*Typically Worshiped By: I wonder if she's worshipped, considering her backstory. I don't think she would have a following currently, which may add to her being relatively weak for a deity

Domain: Similar to Seis, it's just her bedroom. Except, her's has nothing strange about it. It's just her favorite place because it's her's and it's part of her home

*Temples: If she has any temples, I like to imagine they're anywhere you feel comfortable. A temple is where your heart is. Honestly, if people would worship her, she would probably prefer small, handmade shrines made of little trinkets. Nothing expensive. Maybe coloring books too for some color

Weapons: Hmmm. I think Si would give her a cute, pink pocket knife. She doesn't use it for violence but instead acts like it's one of her stuffed animals. Its name is "Mr. Knifey" and has googly eyes on the handle. She gets offended if you assume that she would stab someone with it
Does magic count as a weapon? Maybe so

Backstory: Oh boy. So basically, she grew up in a very isolated home, her father being a former death god (Favian) and her mother being a fallen angel (her name is Anabelee). The only time she and her many siblings were allowed to leave were to go into a village ran by The Occult, which they attended the religious sermons taught by the high priest there. She didn't get much of an education outside of learning how to write and read at a low level.
Her and her siblings were raised very competitively, and if she was to be ranked, she would be at the bottom of the food chain. She likely only survived because of her twin brother defending her and stealing scraps of food for her.
When it came to her parents, Favian was very... turbulent. Unstable. One moment, he was a doting father, the next he would find contempt in the fact they were breathing. Her mother, on the other hand, was gentle, but distant. She was... A shell of a person. She rarely spoke, resigned, and oftentimes staring at herself in a hand-held mirror. Echo remembers that she enjoyed laying her head on her mother's lap as her mother read Shakespeare to her. It was one of the few times she would be able to hear her mother's voice
One day, Something happened. Echo... can't remember it. She remembers... Feeling really bad. And... crying a lot. Her father, however, praised her. Echo remembers... feeling very happy when being praised... She saw "The Unknown"... What is "The Unknown"...?
After that, Echo doesn't remember much... It's very blurry... She doesn't remember anything... Except... being forced to see her siblings'... Being forced fed her siblings'... Echo can't eat meat anymore, after that. It reminds her too much of...
Due to what Echo remembers Favian calling a "failed ritual", Echo was remained cuffed to a table by her wrists and neck and was abandoned in a now Very Empty home. Being too weak to escape, she remained there for a time that she can't remember, being on the brink of starvation.
A bunny managed to scurry in, however Echo isn't sure how. It dropped a flower in front of her and left. Starving, she ate the flower, and gained her immortality.
For some reason, she was found by law enforcement. Echo... Doesn't know how she was found. In fact, she doesn't remember it very well. She just remembers that people made a big fuss about her, and she was rushed to a hospital.
In the hospital, she caught word of the village she lived nearby being busted for some sort of scandal...
After this, she was put into the foster system. However, she was eventually labeled as a "problematic" and "uncooperative" child, going through multiple homes. During this time, she had come to realize some sort of entity following her. However, no one else seems to see it. Therefore, Echo is unsure if it is an imaginary friend, or some sort of hallucination. She calls it "IF", sort for "Imaginary Friend"
At one point, she was fostered and then later adopted by Alma Amor










Name: Cassiel

*Nickname(s): "IF" by Echo

*Age: Unknown but unaging

Gender: None

Pronouns: It/Its, they/them

Sexuality: Aro/Ace

Species: Angel

*Deity They Work For: At the moment of its current state, technically Echo. However, Cassiel really hates this fact

Appearance: Physically, it would look to be in its mid-twenties. It has long black hair that goes a bit past their knees. Their skin is pale, however it gradients into this navy-blue galaxy-like sparkling detail. Its eyes are multi-colored, and it has a third eye in-between its eyebrows/on the upper bridge on its nose. It has white pupils. They would stand at 6'2. Around their chest/neck, thighs to knees, and on their forearms are white feathers. It has wings on the temple of its head that tucks back behind their ears, and it has wings on its upper and lower back. It's face is around with a sharp, thin nose



Personality: It is dry-humored and grumpy, often suggesting for Echo to hurt others. However, it's pretty ignored in those suggestions, much to its dismay. It tends to narrate in Echo's head when it gets too bored. It doesn't seem to enjoy having to be dragged around by Echo, having more of a "misanthropic" viewpoint. It's generally pissed off about most things, but you would be too if you were basically stuck in limbo. It hates being forced into Echo's tea parties, but it also has nothing better to do.
It feels anxious about not having a job to continue or finish.

Weapons: none, doesn't even have a physical body

Powers: none, due to not being corporeal. It's real pissed off about this fact

Backstory: A remnant of Favian's failed ritual. Due to such a terrible failure, it's connected to Echo's soul and can't escape. It wishes it could take over Echo's body and do its damn job, but unfortunately it's just stuck in limbo. Only Echo and see it, and it absolutely hates her. Unfortunately for it, Echo either is ignoring this fact or acting ignorant to spite it.

Other:  If anyone wants their character to be able to see them, just ask. There's a good chance that I'll find it funny and accept it as long as we can find a good or funny reason why your character can see them

Last edited by Echowo (January 28, 2024 06:43:10)

*dusts off thread*
This is technically a form revamp, but because of the large difference in quality between the forms and the fact that I barely even used this character I'd like for this to be reviewed as a new one.
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Name: Emmot-Naph Misti

Nicknames: Mimi (by Destiny)

Age: ???

Gender: Male

Pronouns: He/him

Sexuality: Straight

Deity they work for: None

Species: Human

Appearance: Although Emmot is a breathing, walking being, one gets the sense of looking at a moving corpse instead of a living human when encountering him.
His general looks play to this, but it’s more of a feeling accompanying his presence rather than what his true appearance is like. Even then, he cannot be said to be healthy in any way, with a graying pallor in his skin and deep dark circles under his eyes. Those freckles on his cheeks can even look like a darker splatter painted onto his face. With a closer look, his thin frame becomes apparent, but this is partly concealed by the many layers of clothing he piles on all the time. Despite looking like he should be bedridden he really can move around just fine.
His long hair, a wilted shade of burgundy, betrays a lack of self-care, lacking luster entirely save for a few graying strands. It is not “styled” by any means but at least Emmot ties it back with a ribbon and one or two silver pins so it won’t get in the way of whatever he might have to do. Even then, he often can’t avoid parts of his bangs becoming undone and falling over his eyes. Which, by the way, are the only part of him that looks alive (despite being eternally downcast).
The life in Emmot’s eyes is mostly concentrated in their quick, alert movements since they’re a pale aqua color that does not contrast at all with the rest of his muted color palette. Even this little bit of life is lost sometimes, though, as in some situations they can glaze over, turning into something much like a long-lashed doll’s eyes. Strangely, it’s very common for Emmot’s left eye to turn a yellow color for extended periods of time, during which his gaze feels the liveliest.
As mentioned before, Emmot wears several layers of clothing, including piling on a shirt and a dress shirt and a vest at the same time (with an overcoat sometimes). His outfits are mostly in grayscale or muted colors, just a little metallic shine added by chain decorations and belt ends, pocket clasps and shoelaces. He always has a lot of pockets on his clothing, and those are useful, yes, but he also has a bunch of loose belt ends on his pants and one really must wonder what those are there for. The only dabs of extra color on his person are the muted green ribbon in his hair and a little bit of jewelry. Emmot has a choker necklace around his neck with a jagged bit of lilac gem, and another necklace wrapped around his right hand like a bracelet. This one has a lilac string, though, and half of a pink heart-shaped gem. His left ear is pierced for some plain silver earrings, but these aren’t very noticeable at first glance.
His posture feels slightly slouched, as if his shoulders and head weigh him down. With this, his sickly looks, and his height of 166 cm, Emmot cuts a very unimposing figure.

Personality: How can cheer and gloom coexist in a single person at the same time? Can someone abandon himself to his fate but do everything in his power to make his desires come true?
Inconsistency is the essence of Emmot. The impression he gives at one time may not line up with his actions at another time, but he can still be completely genuine in both situations.
Mainly, he’s a melancholic yet goodwilled young man who is… just kind of there. And then he isn’t. Because he’s not tied to any person or place in particular, Emmot does not have issues with coming and going as he wishes, though he does try to do his best to not inconvenience others. His demeanor can be described as mild, listless, unless of course there is something at hand that motivates him. Those moments don’t tend to last long, but Emmot certainly does cherish the times in which he gets to feel something again.
(Other times, thought and reason are unwittingly abandoned, overridden by desires and a will to see them through the end. Malice isn’t inherent in him, but kindness isn’t either, and whoever gets in his way will pay the consequences. In this state, he often remains calm when by himself, while in contrast his emotions tend to explode in the presence of others if things do not go the way he wants them to. Completely self-centered, he adopts a very childish behavior of wanting and retaliating when not achieving. Somehow, through all this, his reasoning skills have remained nearly intact, now unhampered by any inkling of conscience that may otherwise have bothered him.)
Most of the time Emmot is not aware of his actions or the consequences they have. He tends to live in the “now” and the memories of a past that is becoming blurrier as time passes. Dreams and reality blend together resulting in disappointing mirages (mostly when he’s alone). He’s always uncertain of what to do with his life. Even what he is doing right now, aimlessly wandering around helping out here and there, is just because he’s fairly sure the person he once loved would have liked for him to do something like that. Perhaps in the past he would have wanted to receive something for his efforts, but such desires are almost void now.
He’s prone to abrupt changes in attitude when under the influence of his own powers. It can be said he is not acting by his own "personality” in that state.
He holds an unusually kind disposition to people whose hair is purple or lilac or somewhere in that spectrum.

Theme song(s): “The Spectre” by Alan Walker (acoustic cover ver.)

Weapons: Not trained in the use of weapons, but if using the spirit of someone who masters one, he can temporarily acquire their skill in battle. He doesn’t carry any physical weapons either, the ones used are either found somewhere else or spiritually manifested.

Powers: The kind of “magic” the Misti family practiced comes with a physical and mental toll, thus requiring the user to have constant peace of mind and a good self-care routine. Incorrect use or abuse of the techniques can result in the user’s body wasting away, their personality being temporarily overwritten, or induce a plethora of mental illnesses.
Unfortunately, a curse later added to the Misti bloodline makes it so no long-term user from the family can avoid the negative consequences no matter how much they care for themselves. Their soul rots and they become living husks of what they used to be, all further actions dictated only by leftover desires and echoes of their former personality.
~+~
Emmot is an exorcist by trade yet holds a vast knowledge of different techniques relating to the spiritual realm. He’s able to manipulate spiritual energy as well as consume it as energy for himself.
His specialties are spirit dominion and the auto-possession technique developed by himself.

- He can place spirits (mostly ghosts of humans) under his control using a spell or if he has either killed the person or extracted their soul. It’s easier with spirits that don’t’ show a high degree of resistance. When they “belong to him”, they’re tethered to a physical object, most often a notebook’s piece of paper with binding symbols drawn on them or a piece of thread with a ceremonial knot (because these are convenient and easy to carry around), but any object can work as long as it’s not the person’s original body. Emmot can choose the spirit’s degree of free will and thought when he’s trapped them, order them to act a certain way if manifested, or take direct control of them as if puppeteering. He can also set them on a sort of autopilot in which they’re themselves but follow specific orders issued to them. At this moment Emmot has a well-sized library of spirits he can use at any time, but among those he has a bunch that stand out and will use for combat. If supplied with sufficient energy, the spirits with his mark are strong enough to manifest into and interact with the surrounding world with similar skills to when they were alive, though not as strong. As Emmot doesn’t have much life energy left in him, he must sacrifice other spirits in his possession to use as energy to achieve this.

- When originally created, the auto-possession technique was deemed reckless and unnecessarily dangerous, but it has served Emmot various purposes. Mostly to temporarily use skills he does not and could never hope to have, such as ranged weapon mastery or use of elemental magic. The way this works is almost self-explanatory by the title. Emmot allows a spirit under his control to inhabit his body temporarily, and by the use of the technique he acquires the abilities said spirit had during life (martial and magical, mostly, as he may not necessarily fulfill the conditions to tap into other forms of power that might require a particular physical state) and can use them for a period of time. The downside to this is that because he’s literally letting someone ese into his mind, his personality will warp slightly to reflect that of the spirit he’s using. When in use of a single spirit it’s not much trouble, usually just some augmented emotions, but the more spirits he adds into the technique (2 is a strain, more than that dangerous) the more his own thoughts dilute and meld in with the others, leaving “him” with a very erratic and often explosive way of acting that might even go against his initial goal. The downside to this technique is that it often leaves him out of commission for a good while if he uses it for too long or goes above what his mind can take at that time. Aside from that it might also leave physical damage and weakness from the strain of performing moves and similar that his body can’t usually do.

The techniques mentioned above are what Emmot uses most of the time but he’s not limited to these, as he employs other (less remarkable) forms of spirit manipulation of which the most notable is his ability to see and physically interact with spirits.
He’s immune to possession without contract as well as mind control-related abilities.

Backstory: There was once a great clan of exorcists who were said to be able to defy even the gods themselves. Their origins are steeped in legend, having sprung a family line so long that even the most pure-blooded family members were unsure of who their ancestors were. The Misti clan was a large family of exorcists known for their prowess in manipulating souls and the supernatural.

By the time of Emmot’s birth, this once great legacy had fallen into shambles. Only a handful of exorcists from the main family were left, and even with that, it was common for members who practiced the Misti arts to disappear or turn against each other. There were rumors of a curse being inlaid into the original source of their arts, but the elders said that it was simply because the new generations were not as talented as before because time had thinned down the bloodline’s power. The family lived in eternal strife over not being able to reach the supposed level of power they should wield, but there was always hope for a miracle.
That miracle arrived with Emmot, but he was also the last person to be born in the family before it started to disperse with most of the younger generation leaving to seek their own destinies. Emmot showed a high spiritual potential ever since being a little child and seemed to pick up everything taught, even managing to create his own techniques, something not done in a very long time. He was so talented that he was allowed contact with the family’s seventh human record-keeping model, and due to his insistent requests, was allowed to grow up together with her. He held the Seventh in high esteem as if she were his real sister, even giving her a name for fun and trying to have her act like a normal kid. But this undisturbed childhood would soon end when the family wanted to use his abilities to bring the Misti name back to power, which meant Emmot was no longer the pampered miracle child. This coincided with the Seventh disclosing more information about the family, including the truth about the curse that ran down the family line and the inevitable doom that awaited at the end. With this new information Emmot decided to follow suit to some of his relatives and ran away a few years later to live his remaining years as he wanted, vowing to never forget his “sister” for as long as he lived.
Once outside he discovered the vastness of Forengard and put his skills to active use. Unknown to him, the curse began to alter his line of thinking now that he was using his abilities more often, starting to fracture the way he related to people. This would be temporarily stopped after he joined an organization dedicated to quelling supernatural phenomena in the Modern Sect and quickly got promoted to form one of the highest-level teams. They were named SAMDE.
Svyat, Amande, Mirko, Destiny. And himself.
The names and faces of his newly found acquaintances replaced those from the past in his mind. This was a new happy era, for together they were unbeatable and made short work of the most dangerous of missions, and as long as they stuck that way it felt like time was frozen in joy. But most of all, he grew attached to Destiny, whose presence calmed down the effects of the curse on his mind. They were a couple. Emmot found love and she loved him back.
Nothing can be good forever and things took a turn for the worst at the happiest point in Emmot’s life.
Amande had to take a forced leave for unknown reasons, and without a replacement for her, Svyat’s strategies did not work out. Mirko refused to remain a loser, Destiny couldn’t match the fighting power she showed before, and the group went from completing missions to scraping by to having to retreat several times. The breaking point came when Destiny suddenly became bedridden and revealed the truth to Emmot, that although she could cleanse spiritual impurities, she had wasted away from trying to hold back the curse in him, an unstoppable force from the gods. As she weakened, she explained, the curse had been coming back and she could not stop it. She scolded Emmot for practicing such a dangerous form of magic. In the end, there was nothing she could do anymore, no matter how hard she tried.
Emmot ended Destiny’s life for he could not bear to see her agonizing.
At the moment of her death, the curse’s effects that were being kept at bay manifested all at the same time, though Emmot did not realize this.
He just knew he was going to keep Destiny with him forever, in a little slip in his pocket for eternity. He entered a haze. He thinks he went on a last mission before the team’s disband, or something like that. Amande had returned and Svyat had a plan, but Mirko refused to go.
Something happened at the mission place. The objective was too dangerous, the chances of success slim, the probability of death and eternal separation very high. Emmot couldn’t let that happen. A perfect team would not be broken by external forces, especially if he could help it. So he took death into his own hands.
The sight of Svyat’s corpse is burned into his memory, but Emmot kept his soul safe, so all is good. The mission truly failed when Amande did not stay with him after death. He looked for her but found nothing. He refused to let that be the end, and his mission extended to a new objective. It took a little longer to find Mirko, but in the end, he too lay dead, soul ready for safekeeping.

“You traitor, Amande, leaving at the crucial moment. If it weren’t for you, we’d still be living our happy days. So, I’ll make sure you never leave again. And then we’ll be whole as we once were.”

How much time passed with the mission unfinished? Without Amande in the team, he would never be complete. He won’t allow himself to die before that, though many times he loses sight of his objective. Consciousness drifts, and he forgets, and he remembers a little less each time, and sometimes he’s convinced that even his teammates have abandoned him even though he made sure that would not happen. When his desires burn the brightest, only then can he muster the courage to go through with his mission.

Of course, that is the current goal, but through his hazy mind, a glitter of true happiness in his past calls for him.

It’s a number. VII, seven… Seventh?

“Ahh, Seventh, if only I could remember your face, I know I would be complete. We’d return to the joyful times of the past and stay there, to a place before the most desolate sadness entered my heart. But who are you? I can’t see you in my mind, I don’t know your name.

Are you still alive or did you choose to abandon me before everyone?”

Crush: Destiny Diamond (deceased)

Other: *Insert deity of choice*. Some notes: In his “conscious” state he is somehow not aware of what he did to his team, and he sort of thinks they just kinda all died or left him behind? He is also very unaware of the passage of time. His “states of personality” fluctuate randomly and he doesn’t really know what is going on except for having a vague idea that the curse might be messing with his mind (when it reality it has pretty much already broken his self). When conscious, he barely recalls any actions he’s done in his cursed state, but vice versa he keeps all memories.

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