Name: Maya Rivas
Species: Banshee
Age: 17.5
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Demisexual
Appearance:
A young woman who is around 5ft 7in with flowing smooth and silver hair that runs down till her waist, she has pale skin that is almost white. Maya ties her hair into a high ponytail, with stray strands of bangs here and there. Her eyes are a light blue that is like the color of the sky during fair weather, and a thin body that is slightly underweight. Her hands are thin and long, just like the rest of her body as if it was stretched. Often wearing a simple tunic and slightly below knee skirt, she rarely wears shoes and prefers to walk barefoot. A smoke gray hooded wispy cloak clasps over her. She wears a choker with silver chains and an aquamarine stone that matches the color of her eyes. An infinity sign with five pinprick dots in each of the loops going in a circle and also a larger circle at the cross of the loops is marked right on her throat. She is unsurprisngly light, appearing almost as if a mere wisp of wind might blow her away.
Personality:
A quiet and reserved person in general, she prefers to keep away from others unless necessary. Although she is often tempted to lead and has ideas running wild in her head often, she never has the courage to speak up. She doesn’t have the strongest believe in herself, but is devoted to the Deity of Space with absolute loyalty and seeks to save the world somehow. She has strong opinions, especially around controversial topics, and is defiant in her own ways. She can be quite delicate at times, easily broken but never truly and can almost always stand back up. Maya has never really touched on the outside world, making her seem “weak” to some. Maya isn’t the most caring at times however, even selfish at times, and is not the “sweet innocent girl” some presume her to be and isn’t afraid to retaliate. She always has a clear sense of memory, especially towards those who are in debt to her or harmed her in some ways in the past and holds grudges easily; it can eventually even speak itself in bitter, unrestrained explosive amounts of hate. Maya is very protective of her brother, but prefers not to talk about just how he got turned into what he is now. She can be over-controlling at times, despite not even being an adult herself. She dislikes relying on others, and prefer to take the burden herself but sometimes end up biting more than she can take. Maya can get quite defensive over things she value or believes in, and can go over during arguments once she’s pushed far enough. As with her nature, others death can leave her in grave depression that can last for who knows how long. Her most biggest fear however, is her brother and her own death, the latter she started to feel the nags coming already. She is very thoughtful compared to Rue, and although she disliked the child at first, their times together changed that. Maya had always thought about just leaving and teleport away, but after she felt her own death she was forced to give this world one last chance as the last few priests left.
History: (same as below, revealed more IRP)
Her early year her family was mostly fine. There isn’t much she remembers, and the only thing she remembers was when her mother Delilah left for the army of the fantasy races, and never returned when she was supposed to. Dashes of wails and cries, horrible nights. Alcohol. A mess of storm that she was reminded of every time she steps into the small flat above Vivian -her other mother that stayed- ‘s bakery. Just as Rue wondered to the theaters, she went to the temples nearby often on foot. She was always fascinated by how the temple runs, the priests and their activities. But most importantly, that they can teleport. At first the priests there shooed her away, but as she was persistently there all the time -she had nowhere else to go- they finally let her stay. Observing like a normal apprentice would, Maya would help around and offer as much as she can and eventually she was deemed ok by the priests. They needed an extra hand whenever possible anyways, as more and more people starts to ignore and even hate the temples dedicated to the Deity. She was around 14 when they let her be a studying apprentice.
But when she was finally given a chance to leave, she was stopped from leaving like her own mother when Rue ran home not as themselves. It took her sometime, but as the bird just seemed to intelligent and showed signs and such, she decided that she have to run away now. But she’ll have to take the bird along. So grabbing some things and a few bags, she hopped on the bird and they rode to the temple, the only place she knows and feels safe in. Residing there, her life didn’t change much from before except that she lives at the temple now and occasionally squawks would be heard down the long halls.
Before long however, the temple was targeted just like the rest, and burned down in a night raid. Forced to leave once again, she was forced to live on the run with Rue. Her powers and such had to be hid, along with her thoughts. As a studying priest, she was one of the few who believes that the people popping in randomly in and out at times is not normal and such is the sign of the Deity’s anger. But even as she knew that no one would listen and she might even get killed. So she laid down low and didn’t speak out, until when she finally felt it: her death. Learning that she was running out of time, Maya decided to finally give this another go. If she can just get a bunch of people, get them to work together to find the Deity -something she could never achieve on her own- and somehow quell the anger of it … They do say that the Deity can answer unanswerable questions and grant out of the world (sometimes literally out of the world) wishes afterall. It didn’t even matter that rarely anyone still believes in it.
Abilities:
Her voice is her weapon, mainly in the terrifying scream she can unleash at times. Although rarely she does this, a full out scream can leave someone completely fainted or at least shocked for a while depending on their own personality and where they stand in relative to her. It can even shatter glass and delicate things at times, although is quite tiring to scream such a scream even once a day. Even if she manages to push more, the cost is that soon she might “loose” her voice for up to days.
As a studying priest to the deity, she can borrow parts of the Deity's powers and showed talent in gaining its favor, though the specifics will be revealed later.
At times, she can feel other’s death when the death is near. It might starts a faint nagging sensation and when it gets closer becomes a full on screaming storm of voices in her head. It doesn’t always start small, and can suddenly starts ringing when it's too late.
Other:
-As one of the last few who still has the mark of the Deity, she can mark any other with it although unless the other has true belief to the Deity they will not survive the marking
-Her hands are always chillingly cold
-OCC note wise, she will be killed
Name: Rue Rivas
Species: Banshee-Bird
Age: 15
Gender: Agender
Appearance:
A large bird like creature, they has the same eyes as Maya with surprising intelligence. Rue’s 5.5ft at shoulder height, but with their neck craned up is 9ft. Their wings are finely shaped but lacks the true ability to fly. Instead their powerful legs make up for transportation and can run up to 50 miles per hour. A long raptor like tail trails behind them that also helps keep balance, and their black beak is large and quite strong with small teeth like ridges on the sides. Their feathers are dark grey that goes into a light silver at their “flight” feathers. Their legs are a light pinkish color. A few bags are buckled onto their lower back, which is used to carry supplies and such.
Personality:
With more intelligence than they seems to have, the only thing preventing them from actually speaking is that his vocal cords do not allow it. A mischievous natured soul, they enjoy teasing others and replaces comments with different sounds they actually can make. Very playful in nature, they are restless and has zero patience whatsoever. There is a childish way in how they acts, and although Rue can take on heavy responsibility they simply does not want to. A very supportively natured being, they defends even those who they are barely acquainted. They were once very talkative and loves to share and act, but isn't quite able to do that now. Rue has cleithrophobia and being trapped is one of the worst things to be done on the large hybrid. Though they has good intentions, they might come out the wrong way sometimes as they ,without being reigned back, can be quite reckless. There are times that they wants to return to a more human form again, but also times when they must admit this form just feels more powerful. However due to being cursed into this form, they have a twisted side of which that murder and violence doesn’t seem to bother them at all. They can grin right through biting someone’s head off and not react in the slightest bit despite how wrong it is. A little maniacal at times when desperate and triggered, there are times when they can feel their sanity slipping into the wilderness of the new form that they honestly cannot balance just yet. A terrific actor, the art of being someone you’re not fascinates them and has always been a great one themselves. Their mind is a little messed up after the transformation.
History: (revealed IRP, here’s a short summary)
Born into a neglectful family, their mother was already gone before she was born, and the only stories they still hear about her is from their remaining mother and their older sister Maya. Growing up in the lands between the fantasy lands and the human kingdoms, they lived near a trading post where merchants came and go. There were shows here and there, as it was one of the largest junctions in the land. As they grew up, they were always fascinated with the theaters that comes in every now and then and put up an act or more. Sneaking away from their mother’s small bakery is one of their hobbies to do, and as their mother Vivian was barely cared about the two of them after her wife Delilah left. She herself, was one of the main examples of an actor to Rue. For one, at day she seems like a modest baker, but once the sun sets she becomes this alcoholic depressed drunkard who wouldn’t blink an eye if Rue and Maya was stolen right in front of her eyes. It was even more disturbing that even then every time she just seems to morph Rue gets fooled every time.
Often slipping away, despite Maya’s desperate attempts to ensure Rue’s safety, they wondered around around here and there and often hid in small nooks here and there to watch shows. Life was good this way, and they had fun, although lacked proper care completely. People pop in here and then, although he never took bother by it as it happened all his life. The junction was a relatively distant part from the tension, and was a neutral ground where different species -including humans- mingled. Things changed then when he was 14 or so, and some sort of sh** happened that he never got the chance to share, but the large bird like thing running home definitely did not look like what they looked like that morning. That night, Maya packed somethings and the curse finally pushed the older girl, then 16, to leave. Hopping onto the large bird (with some difficulties and bickering) they ran off into the night. The two arrived to the a temple -one of the last- dedicated to the Deity nearby. Taking rest there, they lived there for a year or so before finally it fell like the rest of the temples of Nexus. Running off from their once again, the two siblings were forced to live on the run. Most recently, due to Maya starting to feel her own death coming, Rue started having to move around a lot as the two -mainly Maya- hoped to find people who’s willing to help her find the Deity and “save the world”.
Abilities:
They have legs that are powerful enough to run 50 mph, and can pack a deadly punch if hit by their full force. Their jaws have a powerful bite that can snap bones in half if properly landed. Overall with a large physical strength, (He's more than 300 pounds afterall) that’s one of the things they rely on the most.
The other is that they can let out long screeches that are weaker than Maya’s, and the most it can do is daze someone for a few minutes.
birb powers
Other:
-An omnivore, but prefers nuts and seeds out of anything (except he's so large that he can't be substained by seeds entirely unless he spends an entire day scavenging and nothig but scavenging for food)
-Sounds can range from hisses and growls to squarks and trills. Is good at imitating many sounds (including other animals) but still not capable of screech.
-Has a very difficult/near impossible time getting back up once knocked onto their side
Name: Null
Species: Reaper
Age: Appears 16
Appearance:
5ft 7in. He has medium long wavy and messy black hair that has swirls of white mixed in. His skin is like ivory, and has black eyes; his eyes are often thought to be dark brown, but on careful glance is actually black. His pupils are true black, and is not a real color that doesn't naturally exist and can't be seen by eyes, which is how his pupil stand against his iris (Which is black, but still reflects some light to be seeable). When seen with the naked eyes, he appears to have dark eyes with eery void like pupils that doesn't reflect any light. He has a skinny frame (Enough that his ribs shows without his shirt on) and is slightly underweight. His fingers are thin but strong, and both his hands, clothing, and face are often smeared with ink.
Due to his powers, any clothing he wears always dulls to a grey, and then black. Hence, the clothes he usually wears is a dark grey hoodie or jacket with black capris and grey and white sneakers. Lately he's been liking to wear a flannel shirt underneath his hoodie Depending on how long he had already wore the clothes, the color degrees vary. Ink smears often cover parts of his clothes and skin as said above.
He can however transform into a form more closer to his real form, a humanoid that is completely covered in Ink, with a skull mask for a face. He wears a heavy black cloak with a hood, with a large scythe that is normally contained as a small dagger on his back. It has a metal staff and a double blade with one side small and another seemly too large. Both are jet black with silver edges, and on the smaller one’s blade tip is dotted evenly with ten orbs that are a blank white. A single orb slightly larger is lodged in the center of the hilt/staff of the dagger/scythe; it's completely black with no movement whatsoever. In the dagger form only the small blade side remains. This reaper form always shows up instead of his "normal" form in the spiritual realm even when he isn't in it in the physical realm.
Personality:
A casual person, he prefers to keep to himself, and work on his ink paintings. There is often a slightly sloppy look to him, with the smears and messy hair plus clothing. He would rather defend and find peace during conflicts, as he would rather not make the Ink appear and collect souls like he is supposed to. One of the worst things he hates is that he can't see the colors, and has a strong but shoved down jealousy towards the ones who can, though he doesn't even acknowledge the wistful thoughts existence. He is careful and prefers to keep things clean and neat. But when it comes to taking care of himself, he gets so ignorant once he forgot to eat for a whole day and didn't notice till the hunger crept up the next day. He enjoys making those he cares for happy, and gets fun out of it. This can go from simple ones, to playing a joke. However, as he likes to wait for the other's response, he won't enter this stage of trust until he's sure of where the line of too much is. He rarely talks about much of his past. If someone asks and he doesn't want to share he would ignore it and start a new topic. A hard worker, he often has a desperate want to finish, and hates leaving a task half done. What is one of the most frustrating things is that he knows that he’s a reaper but has no clue just why he is forced into the mortal realm and who he was before he was “born”. Making him nervous can result in him getting a breakdown (although it isn't too easy, it's still possible) and force shifting form and also a more hostile personality taking on.
History: (super mini summary much more revealed later)
He was born in a modern time era, where the fantasy has long been forced into hiding centuries back. There isn’t much known about him as he was forced into Nexus only recently and hence no one knows about just who he was before then.
Abilities:
He has a magic that surrounds the manipulation of something he calls "Pitch Ink" or just "Ink", which is a material he can change and control however he wants that is true black.
Some background on what true black means: (sorry if I did my research wrong xP)
Black actually isn't a color physically (The light, not the pigment), and is actually the things we see when there is a lack of color. Natural black things we see are close to devoid of color, but still can reflect some which is why we can see it. The black he creates is supernatural, and hence is the "real" black, no light passing through or coming back.
-He can control and make Ink. The black mass he creates devours any light that comes to close in contact with it, and in return, cannot be "seen" as the light does not bounce back. Instead, all one can see is what looks like tears in reality (imagine the things you see in your eye is a canvas, then imagine a tear in the canvas. That's what it will look like, a blindspot that your eyes cannot perceive) It’s shadows are the darkest it can possibly be, as literally no light passes through and has no “soft shadow” as its just as dark as the “full shadow”. The matter itself is hard and can form into different things, and seems to have the resilience about slightly less than glass and seems to disappear with a shattering sound on heavy impact.
-Being able to suck out colors, whatever touches him slowly seems to dilute in color to a grey toned version, and then to avoid like black. They are however, won't become true black unless they are actually covered by (Living beings such as himself are not affected by this) He cannot "give" back colors once they're drained by this method. It rarely works to his will and often just speeds up when his emotions spike.
-His eye rods covered by ink , and that makes him appear to have rod monochromacy, though he doesn't appear to have the symptoms from the problem as he doesn't have real rod monochromacy. This has caused many problems/harassment/abuse in the past as he couldn't distinguish colors.
-Most light oriented spells will not work upon his ink as the ink will simply absorb the light. The spellcaster will most likely have to physically break the ink
-Does not age but can be killed. Can collect up to ten souls safely within his scythe/dagger and as long as the scythe and the original body remains he can put the soul back. If the body is different there’s a high chance of not surviving the transfer. (even if the soul survives, they might never get used to the new body and end up going insane) The rest that he reaps are forced to the underworld and their body becomes living corpses without a soul. Although he cannot control souls and such, he can certainly "feel" them, although it requires a lot of concentration. With permission from the owner he can see a soul.
-His scythe/dagger can only collect a soul on impact against the heart, and it takes concentration as he needs to be able to “see” the soul first before being able to land a hit on it.
-as a reaper, he technically has necromancer magic and some cool tricks, but it's gone for now like the rest of his memories.
(aka its coming back eventually)
Other:
-when he is showing extreme emotions, often the Ink starts to cover around him and surrounds him.
-a neat freak
-the scythe exists both in the spiritual/underworld realm and mortal realm. It tends to scare spiritual beings as a weapon that exists in their realm can well harm them, especially since it's a reaper's scythe. (the dagger causes similiar effects but weaker due to its weaper appearance)
-neither alive nor dead, he exists out side of that scale except that he's trapped in the mortal realm and that he can "die" and he has no idea what would happen once he "dies" (as in his physical form dies) and whether he would have an afterlife or just be erased from existence. Needs to eat/breath etc.
-He possesses wierd knowledges of dating, like some sort of database, at least hte knowledge he gets from reading online articles.
Name: Sax Blackwood
Species: Holder of Ember
Age:: Unknown
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Confused
Appearance:
A floating humanoid shaped being, the only solid structure that is a part of him is the skeletal structure of his chest, shoulder, vertebrae and tailbone. A thin layer of gray skin like membrane cling to the bones that covers every inch. A smoothly surfaced but also ridgy rock called the Ember that resembles a diamond shape is nestled where his heart would be within the rib bones. It is a coal black with cracking like patterns, and has two dents. Within the cracks glowed bright orange embers, and outseeps grey smoke. The smoke fills the rib space and weaves down to form a ghost like tail of smoke that floats a few inches above ground and trails behind Sax when he moves. It completely clouds his lower half but beyond the tip of his tailbones it grows thinner. Some smoke rises upward instead and resembles a head. A slit can open to resemble an eye, and so can a mouth open. He is at least 6 ft tall at the approximate tip of the wisping smoke tipping his “head”. Besides him floats two small spear tip shaped rocks that has similar appearance to the piece at his heart, with smoke that floats alone and shapes into hands. He wears a Chestnut brown coat that has sleeves clearly ripped carefully.
Personality:
A serious individual, he is considered by some to be quite selfish. Deternmined to get what he wants, Sax isn’t the most pleasant to be around as to his pickiness and can’t take a joke well. He can be stiff at times and mistrusting, but has a set of codes that he doesn’t disobey. A very proud individual, they carry himself with confidence and no fear, and isn’t cowardly to say the least. However, that doesn't’ mean they don’t know when to take a strategic retreat. Although he isn’t the most compassionate, winning his care can be beneficial. A bare ember compared to the past flame he once was, he prefers not to speak about what happened to him as he definitely was not born into the Embers he carries. Losing control of things can be unsettling to Sax, and he will do what is the best sometimes for himself, sometimes for something else that no one might know of. He considers himself a mere shadow of who he uses to be, yet refuses to gave up his last chance of "living" (if you consider his current state living that is)
History: (whoop you guessed it more announced IRP)
His life is divided into three segments, in which the first is lost to time, the second is lost to the distance between worlds, and the third had barely begun. The first is who he was as a human, and as that happened hundreds of years ago not many still remembers him back then (especially since they look quite different). The second part is when he disappeared. Most thought he died, although something occured that then led to his essence being entrapped within the stone set in his heart and hands called Embers. More unknown things happened, and somehow … he was send back to Nexus as only the Embers. Awakening back in his homeland, he only found himself back in a place that he no longer belongs in. It had only been a few days since he’d got back, and now Sax is becoming restless once again for something to do. The lives he once had are all gone now, and he has nothing left but a name and himself.
Abilities:
-Able to create and control smoke, though the cloud has to make contact with an Ember. He has no limit in this and can make it enough to be solid by compressing it (although it takes much more smoke in generally to achieve that and hence he cannot do much of making solid particles. Ex. the hand Embers can make just enough smoke to form solid hands), or just gas. Eyes can be opened anywhere in a region of his own smoke, but only a mouth by the mother Ember.
-can float/fly, and does not require food
-the mother Ember can make a vast amount of smoke, but the smaller chips of it cannot. All smoke made trails with their Ember’s movement
-the smaller chips cannot stray far from the mother Ember.
Other:
-Isn't physically strong due to weaker frame and little protection.
-Dampness quells his smoke, and direct hits against the Embers can stop his powers from working for a while; long enough exposure can send him to dormant mode (like knocking someone out) and destruction of the Embers is the killing of him.
-He's like the undead version of an undead skeleton (so he's very very dead?))
