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1 The Furnace on 13/11/17, 11:23 pm



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fire <i>fire</i>,
raise up and rise,
flickering in the sky,
embers fall,
speckles of light dim,
and the furnace ends.
</div></div><div class="embersfall"><div class="specklesoflightdim"></div><div class="andthefurnaceends">[center]000 magoi <b>/</b> 000 magoi
000 stamina <b>/</b> 000 stamina
000 words <b>/</b> 000 words[/center]
[code]combat n notes n stuff[/code]
[spoiler="Abilit(y/ies) Used"][/spoiler][/center]</div></div></div>

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2 Re: The Furnace on 13/11/17, 11:24 pm



Country Affiliation: Kou
Race: [ dominant: fanalis ] [ recessive: magician ]
Tier: D-Tier [ Novice ]
Class: Beast Tamer [ D-Tier ]
Age + Birthdate: 24 | November [ he can’t remember his exactly birthday - that’s okay, he doesn’t want to know anyway. ]
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Pansexual


  • [ Lively ] Upbeat smiles and energetic steps attract the eyes of onlookers. Lively as a flame dancing through the night. From the depths of the shade fingers reach out to the warmth desperately - the fire personifying the same blazing hope (and desperation) fueling the fingers. But flames are fleeting - they only exist as much as they can consume. When their light falters and finally dissipates, the memory of their existence becomes but a faint ghost of the past.

    He can not even remember his past - the life which led him to Kou. But despite such a trembling setback, Matthew still shines like a candle in the dark. Not only in appearance, for his vibrant and dynamic personality draws in a crowd of obvious onlookers as well. With his tendency towards exaggerated movements and shameless disregard for important functions on society such as ‘rules’, one might call him an ‘attention-whore’. They would not be wrong either. But it does not change the fact that Matthew’s explosive style draws in people.

  • [ Arrogant ] Taunting and gleaming golden eyes, challenging gazes sharp and unwavering. Burning pride, refusing to step down easily. Shameless actions without guilt, glares and icy words for those who voice their indignation. Clear his opinion of others: nothing more than entertainment worth less than a moment of his time; though entertainment nonetheless. His unfounded arrogance makes him a figure best suited for adoration than disagreement. Protests can not alter the mind of Matthew. Who else deserved the stage except him? Such slander against him; only a jealous bastard would utter a repulsive word against him.

    Without a doubt, memories or no memories, Matthew enjoys flirting and playing with others feelings. He shows absolutely no remorse doing so, his internal arrogance preventing him from showing sympathy towards the misfortunes of others. He cares only to pleasure and entertain himself. Yet despite his negative reaction toward complaints, overall, he remains a charming young man in the eyes of most he encounters.

  • [ Reliable ] Convincing assurances and a promise to keep, contrary his flighty personality and records of faithless whispers of adoration. Boredom may carry empty and loveless - although not lifeless - words, but a quiet promise, steady and calm carries with utmost importance. Otherwise, oaths entirely one-sided - only addressed and committed to by one party - that party not Matthew. Nothing ever comes of committing to fragile promises, but for all terrible qualities to possess, unworthy of the trust of others ought not allow itself to take the spotlight. And for everything Matthew is not, he is a faithful friend - unwavering from promises made.

    He cannot comprehend how such strong feelings of disgust towards empty promises exist. He wonders if the answer is hurried within the shut treasure chest of memories. He fears he may continue wondering. For no matter how far he reaches out, his fingers touch nothingness - and only nothingness. He tries to recall his memories but to no avail. They seemed to have completely slipped away from him, lost among the tides of his (damaged) mind.


  • [ Cats ] They silent, sleek creatures. They are cold and aloof, disliking company except their own, quiet company One glance and it is clear they are royalty. All too much like Matthew who might as well be a cat himself. Though skilled with a sword of words, his greatest charm seems to be his knowing smile. After all, it is the mystery of the hidden secrets behind a lofty guard which draws in people. Likewise, a cat’s silent touch and quiet eyes seem entrance humans for the mystery which lies behind the elusive cat.

  • [ Siblings ] Sincere bonds of siblinghood amaze Matthew. He envies such beautiful relationships - the purity and honesty. Siblings have a special bond, so unlike that of a spouse or lover. Clear trust issues often break down a marriage and separated two lovers. But the issue of trust does not often exist among sibling. For they who have grown up together know each other well. There is no point lying when siblings have witnessed your most vulnerable times as a child.

  • [ Kou ] Admiration and inspiration unintentionally creates monsters, failures, and successes to further the cycle of life. Every person has their own inspiration. For flamboyant Matthew, something about the culture of Kou draws him in. Unlike many other cultures, the Kouians possess an alluring elegance. From the long and sweeping layers of robes with intricate folding to the beautiful dance-like movements of the martial artists - he loves it all.


  • [ Lies ] A tongue of snakes and trickery do not impress him. They fail to garner his favor, nor does he receive such behavior with anything close to grace. With his current memories, he cannot explain where his hatred originates. He can, however, feel the hatred he has for those willing to play an evil trick. However, he cannot deny the hypocrisy of such a strong hate as he himself uses fake words to entrance others into faithless relationships as steady as an earthquake.

  • [ Chatter ] Listlessly he listens to the chatter of a talkative young man or lady. He entertains them for a few moments before he abruptly leaves the (one-sided) conversation. He cannot stand such meaningless babbling. It annoys him when the spotlight is not on him. The chattering of others matters little to him and he often waves away the words from his ears. After all, the only person he cares for is himself.

  • [ Contact ] He can't explain what it is about physical contact that makes him cringe away. He just knows he hates it. Something about it makes his guts coil. Disgust causes his body to shiver. Though he's not particularly sure what about it makes react so strongly, he knows he hates it.


  • [ Recollection ] Dimply lit memories evade his touch. Though his hand rushes to meet them, they slip away from him. To the unexplorable darkness they retreat. He desperately stumbles after the elusive fragments that is his memories. But fumbling in the darkness results in little bit frustrating and aggravation. But a drive he can only describe as utter stubbornness forces him forward. With an iron resolve he forces his legs to move, and his mind hardens against the disappointment quietly welling up from within. Determinedly he will find his memories again.


  • [ Insanity ] Lost in a sea of grief, swarm his mind with its painful touch. Obsession for perfection and the storm that follows. Insanity seems to grow at the moment - so hiding and running, there is fear in every movement. Fear of tormenting ghosts raging in his mind. Suffering knows itself and buried within his thoughts, cast him to the plague of insanity growing by the minute. Running and running from the ticking bomb. (But in the end, he can't run from himself. From his own insanity.)

  • [ Disappearing ] Behind the arrogance and pride something dark and depressing fuels his love of attention. Beneath the surface of an uncaring asshole doubt lurks. Fear of being insufficient and therefore forgotten creeps on the edges of his thoughts. And though they may not always be apparent or visible, behind everything Matthew does or says, a surprisingly low self esteem plays with the strings.

Face-Claim: twelve nights, Yi Won
Hair Color: Red
Eye Color: Golden
Height: seventy-one inches [ one hundred eighty centimeters ]
Weight: one hundred fifty-two pounds [ sixty-nine kilograms ]


  • [ Height ] At almost six feet the half fanalis definitely stands out from the crowd. With many inches on most people it isn’t difficult to spot him the midst of a crowd. Unfortunately this also means sneaking up on others is not always that all easy - especially in a crowd where people eye him with curiosity. In general, subtly is not Matthew’s game.

  • [ Hair ] It is his beauty which often catches the eye of others. From the surface, his flaming red hair stands out from the crowd. It’s long, flickering movements create quite a show by itself. Silky and long strands of bright red hair fall past his waist. In many occasions he pulls his hair into a half ponytail. His hair often has the sense of being slightly messy yet he undoubtedly takes care of his hair if the scent of peonies in his hair is anything to go by.

  • [ Eyes ] Yet if one thing about him truly stands from the rest of his features, it is his eyes. His eyes, slender in shape, are strikingly fierce. Just below the bright, golden surface an undeniable fire rages. As they say, eyes are the window to the soul - and Matthew without a doubt proves the saying. Arrogance and energy all bundle up in his eyes. Gold strikes down protestors with an uncaring display of apathy. The dangerous glint of the sword in his eyes only seems to attract more people to him though.

  • [ Clothing ] Long robes falling to his feet - almost trailing behind him. They are vibrant in color. With a skilled hand he created the robes. It’s not something he can generally think about but if he allows his hand to do what it wants, motor skill creates beautiful designs which he obviously must don. With his obsession in the elegance of Kouian culture, of course all his clothing he wears/makes fits with the Eastern theme.

Rukh Alignment: White
Special Features: -


  • [ Childhood ] You were born… Probably twenty-four or so years ago. No, you can’t remember. Your birthday - you’ll probably celebrate it somewhere when the leaves turn red and brown. After all, that’s the earliest a complete memory goes back. Earliest where things actually feel like memories, not just dreams. You strain your mind for memories but the most you come up with feel too dreamlike to be real. And anyway, they’re too short to gather much information from. Faint shouts - faint and fleeting murmur here and there. You’ve counted numerous voices. Soft and loud, low and high, they’re all there. You wonder if they’re the voices of your family - if you even had a family. (God, you hoped you did. At the same time, you hoped you didn't.)

  • [ Pre-teens ] Entertaining the idea of having a family, you think something went wrong. You can remember screams - shrieking - and then it goes silent. For some reason, thinking about those days brings a great wave of sadness. Something happened. Something terrible. (Quietly you can’t help but fear whatever happened was your fault. Quietly you can’t help but blame yourself.) So in the end, you decide to discard the idea of having a family - it’s better for your sanity you reason. No need to overload you with a luggage of probably unfounded sadness (guilt), right? (Cowardly you run away from your fears. Because facing them is scary and it’s easier to run anyway. Whoever said you were brave anyway?) So (disregarding that feeling of dread pooling up in your stomach) you choose to stop trying to remember your adolescent years.

  • [ Teenager ] It doesn't necessarily mean you try to forget your past altogether. In fact, you seem almost desperate to learn of your teenage years and beyond. You're especially curious about a new voice that doesn't seem to ever go away (and sounds suspiciously like the owner of the screaming). It is full of explosive fire. It threatens your own flames and a strong current of determination flow through your veins when you think about your teenage years. You find yourself yearning to uncover the story behind the new yet recurring voice demanding attention. He suspects arguments are common judging by the rhetoric constantly aimed at him. The voice is also the first one to mention your name. He calls you 'Matti'. You think this is a nickname for Matthew.

Role-Play Sample:

    How long had he been here? On this ship? How long had it been since he had been dragged away from his family and knocked out? How long had it been since he had touched the silky green grass with his feet? How long had it been since his legs were free to jump and twirl and spin and run? Too long, he decided. Too long since he had seen his mother and father and his brothers. It had been far too long and Ariel wanted to go home. To go back to his family. To be in their warm care. He was only a child. He was confused and lonely and scared. The people around him were foreign to him. He could tell they were very scared. It made him scared in turn. He curled up in a ball and sobbed quietly. What was going to happen to him?


    He no longer wondered what was going to happen to him. It was far too obvious. He would be made into a slave. Again. All of his instincts told him to try to escape. However, Ariel knew it was pointless. He had already tried to do so. He had failed. He was chained and shackled. He could not move much anywhere. If he did try to escape… Well, it probably wasn’t worth the pain.

    He glanced at the other people. They were all huddled up. Some were trying to stay strong and not cry, but Ariel could see the tears forming. Others were wiping tears away and sobbing. Ariel wasn’t. For him, it was all too nostalgic. He had already been captured once. He knew what his fate would be. For him, there was no point in crying. But he understood the others’ feelings. So very softly, Ariel comforted the others. He guessed many of them were surprised that a child of only twelve years old was trying to comfort them. But he guessed they were taking heart that a twelve-year-old was not crying. Many of them wiped their tears and smiled at him in gratitude. Despite the situation he had landed himself in, Ariel felt warm from the wordless thank you's conveyed by smiles.

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3 Re: The Furnace on 13/11/17, 11:28 pm



  • Primary - Beast Tamer
  • Secondary -
  • Tertiary -


Trait Name: Fanalis Physiology
Trait Tier: -
Trait Requirement: Fanalis Race
Trait Description: Members of this fearsome race possess strength and speed beyond compare.
Trait Effect:

  • Physical Strength is above the average human's and increases with each rank up.

    • D-tier: The character can now lift large boulders twice their size with ease and deal C-tier damage with their physical strength alone.
    • C-tier: The character can now perform feats just as breaking down walls and large stone structures with their bare hands and deal B-tier damage with their physical strength alone.
    • B-tier: The character can now bend steel and shatter iron with their bare hands and deal A-tier damage with their physical strength alone.
    • A-tier: The character can now fell a castle wall with a single punch. Lifting up giant creatures or structures is child's play. The still deal A-tier damage with their physical strength alone.

  • Movement speed is above the average human's and increases with each rank up.

    • D-tier: The character can now sprint as fast as a horse and can maintain these speeds for several minutes.
    • C-tier: The character can now outrun most mounts and maintain their speed for an hour.
    • B-tier: The character can now move like a blur across short distances and move fast enough to run along walls.
    • A-tier: The character can now cover short gaps in an instant with a single step.(Costs 10 stamina)

  • Access to the "Fanalis Roar" racial ability.



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4 Re: The Furnace on 13/11/17, 11:30 pm


D-tier Abilities

C-tier Abilities

B-tier Abilities

A-tier Abilities

Omega-tier Abilities

Racial Abilities

Fanalis Roar:
[spoiler="Fanalis Roar"][center][b]Fanalis Roar[/b][/center]
[b]Tier:[/b] C
[b]Specialization:[/b] Fanalis Racial
[b]Type:[/b] Supplementary
[b]Range:[/b] Short(3m)
[b]Requirements/Drawbacks:[/b] User must inhale a deep breath before roaring.
[b]Scaling:[/b] AoE
[b]Sustain:[/b] -
[b]Cool Down:[/b] 2 posts
[b]Cost:[/b] -
After taking a deep breath, the fanalis lets out a mighty roar to stun and intimidate enemies. The enemy does not suffer any actual paralysis, however, the noise is loud enough to cause pain and will stagger foes using basic actions or lower ranked abilities.[/list][/spoiler]

Untrained Abilities

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5 Re: The Furnace on 13/11/17, 11:31 pm






[spoiler="Sheleg"][center]<img src="" style="width: 100%; height: 100%;">[/center]
[b]Name:[/b] Sheleg
[b]Tier:[/b] D-Tier
[b]Type:[/b] Normal
[b]Species:[/b] Panthera Uncia
[b]Appearance:[/b] A large, black and white creature of the feline family. 60 centimeters up to his shoulders. Not including his tail, Sheleg is 115 centimeters in length. His tail makes up 100 centimeters itself.
[b]Beast Traits:[/b]

<blockquote>[b]Trait Name:[/b] Sharpened Claws
[b]Trait Tier:[/b] D-Tier
[b]Trait Requirement:[/b] Requires claws.
Trait Description: With sharp claws, Sheleg can rip apart his preys' hard skins.
[b]Trait Effect:[/b] Allows beast to deal C-Tier damage instead of D-Tier.</blockquote>

<blockquote>[b]Trait Name:[/b] Warm Fur
[b]Trait Tier:[/b] D-Tier
[b]Trait Requirement:[/b] Requires Panthera Uncia.
[b]Trait Description:[/b] Panthera Uncias' natural habitats of the cold have, over many generations, fit them with winter-appropriate features such as dense, extra-thick fur.
[b]Trait Effect:[/b] Dense fur negates up to C-Tier cold-related abilities.</blockquote>

<blockquote>[b]Trait Name:[/b] Warm Breath
[b]Trait Tier:[/b] D-Tier
[b]Trait Requirement:[/b] Requires Panthera Uncia.
[b]Trait Description:[/b] The warm fur of a Panthera Uncia is often is not always enough to warm a Panthera Uncia. Coming from a special line of Panthera Uncia who have developed the ability to warm their breath greatly, Sheleg has inherited these genes.
[b]Trait Effect:[/b] The beast may register heat-based breath abilities.</blockquote>[/spoiler]

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