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Name:Zion Koval
Country Affiliation:Magnistadt
Race: Dungeon Beast
Tier: B
Class: Storm Kitsune | Magician [Strength Magic]
Age + Birthdate: 0 | April 1
Gender: None [Referred to as Male IC]
Sexuality: None
Personality: Much of Zion remains a blank slate much like that of a very young child. But this doesn’t mean that he doesn’t have a few quirks that are unique to Zion’s character. He is inherently fascinated by the world of rukh around him and finds great joy in delving into its mysteries. The living doll is also rather naive and takes people’s words at face value most of the time making him easily misled. Zion desperately wants to live up to his creator’s expectations and live like a real “person” despite being very aware that he is fundamentally different from the other magicians around him. This causes Zion to feel pent up loneliness and isolation at times. Emotions which the doll draws upon in order to deal out vengeance or wrath to those he learns have misled him. His complex about seeming human causes him to over commit to expressing his emotions from time to time as well.

Within Zion is the potential for both great kindness and unspeakable evil. Though he is stable enough to wind up developing into someone who falls somewhere in between, Zion could just as easily wind up falling to an extreme in either direction to an unhealthy degree. But for now he does not resent his fate in any way and anxiously holds back his eagerness to face the unique challenges of his circumstance.
Likes:
Learning – Bookworm hardly does Zion justice as his absorption of new information would make a sponge in the ocean look thirsty by comparison.
Flowers – Zion holds a personal deep appreciation of flowers and uses their imagery in his magic when possible.
Dislikes:
Crowds – Solitude and quiet are favored over the hustle and bustle of crowded places as they make Zion feel uncomfortable as he experiences information overload trying to pay attention to everyone so as to know how to best appear “normal” like any other human.
False Information – Being lied to or misinformed will send Zion into a fit ranging between annoyance to murderous fury depending on the severity of the issue from his child-like perception.
Aspirations:
Zion has a number of smaller goals for himself such as mastering all of the magic types and to travel the world to broaden his horizons. However, there is a much deeper objective close to Zion’s heart. He struggles to truly believe that he is human and seeks validation from others regarding this point. Zion wants to carry the faith, trust, hopes, and dreams of many people so that he can be remembered as a “Great Person” whom the world never forgets. Zion sees this as the only way to repay his creator for giving him life.
Zion has since also gained a new ambition, that is to end the discrimination against goi in Magnostadt and usher in a new era of peaceful co-existence in the magician’s city where goi aren’t treated like second class citizens and may enter with less restrictions.

After Kornel Klien stole his father’s magic tool research and perfected it, Zion became personally invested in become a master magic tool craftsman. He seeks to take his father’s research even further than Kornel could in order to bring the honor of magic tool inventor to the Koval name.
Phobias/fears:
Failing to meet any of the aforementioned goals would obviously bring anxiety and fear to Zion, but there is a more significant bane that haunts his peace. The doll’s body is unaging and does not possess reproductive organs. To some, he might seem like an abomination or a monster, or worse as just some tool with a convenient human-like interface. Because of this, Zion is extremely self conscious of his body and goes to great lengths to conceal his true nature from others.
Face-Claim: Merlin | Fate/Stay Night
Hair Color: Silver-White
Eye Color: Blue
Height: 172cm
Weight: 63kg
Appearance:
Skin like porcelain without flaw or blemish and silvery white hair with an otherworldly hue. A small frame and modest height with slim muscles and an androgynous face with features both masculine and feminine. This describes Zions overall complexion and build. His eyes are a pure light azure blue and often cast a gentle amiable intent along their gaze. Zion’s hair is long enough to fall to his waist and is usually left untamed other than being tied back. As for wardrobe, Zion wears elaborate robes with primarily white on black color schemes. Upon becoming a Storm Kitsune, Zion has gained a pair of fox ears and nine separate tails each one capable of shrinking or growing from negligible size to 2m long.
Rukh Alignment: White
Special Features: Ageless | Possesses no sex organs
History:
To tell the story of Zion’s birth one first must tell the story of Mikael Koval’s death. Mikael had spent a long and prestigious life having been among the first magicians to join Chancellor Euphraim in building Magnostadt. As one of its teachers he spent several years guiding the next generation of magicians before retiring to focus on his own research. Mikael could feel age taking its toll and so he dedicated the remaining ten years of his life to researching magic related to the creation of dolls and golems. That served as a base for his attempts to create a body that would persist and linger even without magoi being supplied to it. At first Mikael was trying to find a way to escape the reaper’s scythe, but as time went on he simply forged on hoping to complete a masterpiece before his life’s end.

A perfect body made from magic that would never age. Mikael poured all of his knowledge of the eight magic types into the creation of this body with principles of each being used separately at first and then brought together as balanced whole. The old man finally completed his magnum opus, but alas it was only a dolls body. A mere empty shell. Mikael tried to transfer his rukh into the body but doing so would mean committing to leaving his old body to die. An instinctual fear prevented Mikael from mustering enough resolve to do so, as if he already knew the attempt would fail leaving nothing to show for his efforts.

As Mikael neared the day of his death, he found himself toying with a Shard of Solomon which had fallen out of the sky along with many others across the world. As the magician did so he lamented that his creation did not have a soul. What good was a perfect body if there was no life to inhabit it!? This frustration drove Mikael mad and in his anger he smashed the shard crying out to the heavens asking for the doll to fulfill his intended purpose one day. His wish was that the doll would house the rukh of a real person, not some imitation created through magic.

Exhausted from his fit, Mikael went to sleep oblivious to a gathering storm of rukh outside Magnostatd. That night, the rukh gradually came to gather around the doll body as if the great flow were embracing it inside a womb of light. Mikael was awoken from his slumber by a loud crashing noise coming from his lab. He rushed inside to find the doll on the floor trembling with weak limbs to get up after having knocked over several glass vials which were now shattered across the floor. The two’s eyes met and Mikael nearly had a heart attack from the shock only to be overwhelmed with excitement and joy.

Weary that this might be some misunderstanding or a prank, Mikael asked the doll some questions to see if it was simply operating based on the commands of a spell meant to mimic the behavior of a real person. Once the old man was satisfied with his probing he swelled with pride and joy naming the doll Zion and officially adopting it as his “son” for the remainder of his life. Zion was barely able to process what was going on at first but once the magician began to show him fatherly affection, Zion quickly began to imprint onto Mikael. For the next six months Zion was taught the basics of magic and some information about Magnostadt such as its laws and how the school works. Sadly, with each passing day Mikael was growing weaker to the point where he could no longer get around without using magic or support from others.

Zion received a basic education and the love of a father from Mikael, but the old man had been preparing the doll for the day of his death. The old man was at total peace as he had long since made all the arrangements necessary to ensure Zion’s future. Even going so far as to spend a large amount of wealth to acquire a powerful magic tool for his “son” to defend himself with. When the time came, Zion kept a promise and saw Mikael off with a smile. The doll stayed at Mikael’s bedside holding an old brittle hand until it went cold and rigid. Zion felt a pain and had the urge to weep, but his body would not produce tears. That marked the first moment he really became aware of the fact that he was not “normal” by any stretch of the term. As the public successor to Mikael Koval, Zion left his home in Mikael’s lab to enroll in the academy as Zion Koval. The doll having no other path before him than to follow in his creators footsteps to become a great magician.

After Mikael’s death Zion began to study in secret under one of his father’s former students, Casvallion Deikraft, in order to meet conditions required of him by the academy if he wanted to inherit his rightful fortune. Despite harassment by enemies of Mikael within the academy whom imposed the unreasonable conditions in the first place, Zion managed to become a 2nd Kodor on his first Iktiyar. Zion earned the right to claim the deed to Mikael’s land but when he returned home he found that it had been raided by bandits. Zion killed those on the scene but was too late to stop others from running off with Mikael’s research.

Zion had no recourse for reclaiming the research so he set about his own ambitions knowing that he would eventually clash with those responsible. In the meantime he began to establish an outpost on the Koval Estate grounds which would welcome both magicians and goi as equals. Zion hoped to ease tensions between the racial groups while also capitalizing on the trade caravans that move through the great plains but are unable to actually enter magnostadt if they aren’t magicians or escorted by magicians. It was a to be a piece of the magician’s city away from the social prejudices held by old men in the academy towers.

After opening the outpost and leaving it in the hands of a trustworthy steward named Jericho, Zion left his home on a journey to learn more about magic and become stronger. However, after leaving he was attacked by someone working for Zion’s enemies who told him that the name of the man who hired him was Kornel Klien. The attacker was only kind enough to share because he then sold Zion into slavery where he met a fellow captive named Zafar. The two were caged up next to each other and had little else in common other than a burning desire to escape and not accept their fates as slaves.

The two were brought to an underground auction where Zafar was forcibly turned into a dungeon beast before Zion’s own eyes. Zion’s fellow captive had become a Lava Beast and with some help from Zion, Zafar was able to free them both of their cages. While Zafar caused chaos, Zion raided the auction storehouse to claim their gear as well as some bonus goodies before swiping another dungeon beast transformation for himself. Together the two escaped the underground chamber and fled into the morning sky.

Though Zion survived the ordeal, he returns home to find that his father’s research had been used to realize his life’s dream by the ones who had stolen it. Though they didn’t copy his work as it was incomplete, it was clearly used as a basis and Zion takes notice of this in the marketplace. Knowing that Kornel Klien was about to become much more powerful, Zion decides he was right to leave Magnostadt originally and after arranging a place for Zafar to stay the young magician sets out once again for distant lands under a new fake identity. Revenge against Kornel would have to wait, but Zion swears that one day he shall take his father’s research even farther and to become a master magic tool craftsman.

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[b]Name:[/b]Zion Koval
[b]Country Affiliation:[/b]Magnistadt
[b]Race:[/b] Dungeon Beast
[b]Tier:[/b] B
[b]Class:[/b] Storm Kitsune | Magician [Strength Magic]
[b]Age + Birthdate:[/b] 0 | April 1
[b]Gender:[/b] None [Referred to as Male IC]
[b]Sexuality:[/b] None
[b]Personality:[/b] Much of Zion remains a blank slate much like that of a very young child. But this doesn’t mean that he doesn’t have a few quirks that are unique to Zion’s character. He is inherently fascinated by the world of rukh around him and finds great joy in delving into its mysteries. The living doll is also rather naive and takes people’s words at face value most of the time making him easily misled. Zion desperately wants to live up to his creator’s expectations and live like a real “person” despite being very aware that he is fundamentally different from the other magicians around him. This causes Zion to feel pent up loneliness and isolation at times. Emotions which the doll draws upon in order to deal out vengeance or wrath to those he learns have misled him. His complex about seeming human causes him to over commit to expressing his emotions from time to time as well.

Within Zion is the potential for both great kindness and unspeakable evil. Though he is stable enough to wind up developing into someone who falls somewhere in between, Zion could just as easily wind up falling to an extreme in either direction to an unhealthy degree. But for now he does not resent his fate in any way and anxiously holds back his eagerness to face the unique challenges of his circumstance.
[b]Likes:[/b]
Learning – Bookworm hardly does Zion justice as his absorption of new information would make a sponge in the ocean look thirsty by comparison.
Flowers – Zion holds a personal deep appreciation of flowers and uses their imagery in his magic when possible.
[b]Dislikes:[/b]
Crowds – Solitude and quiet are favored over the hustle and bustle of crowded places as they make Zion feel uncomfortable as he experiences information overload trying to pay attention to everyone so as to know how to best appear “normal” like any other human.
False Information – Being lied to or misinformed will send Zion into a fit ranging between annoyance to murderous fury depending on the severity of the issue from his child-like perception.
[b]Aspirations:[/b]
Zion has a number of smaller goals for himself such as mastering all of the magic types and to travel the world to broaden his horizons. However, there is a much deeper objective close to Zion’s heart. He struggles to truly believe that he is human and seeks validation from others regarding this point. Zion wants to carry the faith, trust, hopes, and dreams of many people so that he can be remembered as a “Great Person” whom the world never forgets. Zion sees this as the only way to repay his creator for giving him life.
Zion has since also gained a new ambition, that is to end the discrimination against goi in Magnostadt and usher in a new era of peaceful co-existence in the magician’s city where goi aren’t treated like second class citizens and may enter with less restrictions.

After Kornel Klien stole his father’s magic tool research and perfected it, Zion became personally invested in become a master magic tool craftsman. He seeks to take his father’s research even further than Kornel could in order to bring the honor of magic tool inventor to the Koval name.
[b]Phobias/fears:[/b]
Failing to meet any of the aforementioned goals would obviously bring anxiety and fear to Zion, but there is a more significant bane that haunts his peace. The doll’s body is unaging and does not possess reproductive organs. To some, he might seem like an abomination or a monster, or worse as just some tool with a convenient human-like interface. Because of this, Zion is extremely self conscious of his body and goes to great lengths to conceal his true nature from others.
[b]Face-Claim:[/b] Merlin | Fate/Stay Night
[b]Hair Color:[/b] Silver-White
[b]Eye Color:[/b] Blue
[b]Height:[/b] 172cm
[b]Weight:[/b] 63kg
[b]Appearance:[/b]
Skin like porcelain without flaw or blemish and silvery white hair with an otherworldly hue. A small frame and modest height with slim muscles and an androgynous face with features both masculine and feminine. This describes Zions overall complexion and build. His eyes are a pure light azure blue and often cast a gentle amiable intent along their gaze. Zion’s hair is long enough to fall to his waist and is usually left untamed other than being tied back. As for wardrobe, Zion wears elaborate robes with primarily white on black color schemes. Upon becoming a Storm Kitsune, Zion has gained a pair of fox ears and nine separate tails each one capable of shrinking or growing from negligible size to 2m long.
[b]Rukh Alignment:[/b] White
[b]Special Features:[/b] Ageless | Possesses no sex organs
[b]History:[/b]
To tell the story of Zion’s birth one first must tell the story of Mikael Koval’s death. Mikael had spent a long and prestigious life having been among the first magicians to join Chancellor Euphraim in building Magnostadt. As one of its teachers he spent several years guiding the next generation of magicians before retiring to focus on his own research. Mikael could feel age taking its toll and so he dedicated the remaining ten years of his life to researching magic related to the creation of dolls and golems. That served as a base for his attempts to create a body that would persist and linger even without magoi being supplied to it. At first Mikael was trying to find a way to escape the reaper’s scythe, but as time went on he simply forged on hoping to complete a masterpiece before his life’s end.

A perfect body made from magic that would never age. Mikael poured all of his knowledge of the eight magic types into the creation of this body with principles of each being used separately at first and then brought together as balanced whole. The old man finally completed his magnum opus, but alas it was only a dolls body. A mere empty shell. Mikael tried to transfer his rukh into the body but doing so would mean committing to leaving his old body to die. An instinctual fear prevented Mikael from mustering enough resolve to do so, as if he already knew the attempt would fail leaving nothing to show for his efforts.

As Mikael neared the day of his death, he found himself toying with a Shard of Solomon which had fallen out of the sky along with many others across the world. As the magician did so he lamented that his creation did not have a soul. What good was a perfect body if there was no life to inhabit it!? This frustration drove Mikael mad and in his anger he smashed the shard crying out to the heavens asking for the doll to fulfill his intended purpose one day. His wish was that the doll would house the rukh of a real person, not some imitation created through magic.

Exhausted from his fit, Mikael went to sleep oblivious to a gathering storm of rukh outside Magnostatd. That night, the rukh gradually came to gather around the doll body as if the great flow were embracing it inside a womb of light. Mikael was awoken from his slumber by a loud crashing noise coming from his lab. He rushed inside to find the doll on the floor trembling with weak limbs to get up after having knocked over several glass vials which were now shattered across the floor. The two’s eyes met and Mikael nearly had a heart attack from the shock only to be overwhelmed with excitement and joy.

Weary that this might be some misunderstanding or a prank, Mikael asked the doll some questions to see if it was simply operating based on the commands of a spell meant to mimic the behavior of a real person. Once the old man was satisfied with his probing he swelled with pride and joy naming the doll Zion and officially adopting it as his “son” for the remainder of his life. Zion was barely able to process what was going on at first but once the magician began to show him fatherly affection, Zion quickly began to imprint onto Mikael. For the next six months Zion was taught the basics of magic and some information about Magnostadt such as its laws and how the school works. Sadly, with each passing day Mikael was growing weaker to the point where he could no longer get around without using magic or support from others.

Zion received a basic education and the love of a father from Mikael, but the old man had been preparing the doll for the day of his death. The old man was at total peace as he had long since made all the arrangements necessary to ensure Zion’s future. Even going so far as to spend a large amount of wealth to acquire a powerful magic tool for his “son” to defend himself with. When the time came, Zion kept a promise and saw Mikael off with a smile. The doll stayed at Mikael’s bedside holding an old brittle hand until it went cold and rigid. Zion felt a pain and had the urge to weep, but his body would not produce tears. That marked the first moment he really became aware of the fact that he was not “normal” by any stretch of the term. As the public successor to Mikael Koval, Zion left his home in Mikael’s lab to enroll in the academy as Zion Koval. The doll having no other path before him than to follow in his creators footsteps to become a great magician.

After Mikael’s death Zion began to study in secret under one of his father’s former students, Casvallion Deikraft, in order to meet conditions required of him by the academy if he wanted to inherit his rightful fortune. Despite harassment by enemies of Mikael within the academy whom imposed the unreasonable conditions in the first place, Zion managed to become a 2nd Kodor on his first Iktiyar. Zion earned the right to claim the deed to Mikael’s land but when he returned home he found that it had been raided by bandits. Zion killed those on the scene but was too late to stop others from running off with Mikael’s research.

Zion had no recourse for reclaiming the research so he set about his own ambitions knowing that he would eventually clash with those responsible. In the meantime he began to establish an outpost on the Koval Estate grounds which would welcome both magicians and goi as equals. Zion hoped to ease tensions between the racial groups while also capitalizing on the trade caravans that move through the great plains but are unable to actually enter magnostadt if they aren’t magicians or escorted by magicians. It was a to be a piece of the magician’s city away from the social prejudices held by old men in the academy towers.

After opening the outpost and leaving it in the hands of a trustworthy steward named Jericho, Zion left his home on a journey to learn more about magic and become stronger. However, after leaving he was attacked by someone working for Zion’s enemies who told him that the name of the man who hired him was Kornel Klien. The attacker was only kind enough to share because he then sold Zion into slavery where he met a fellow captive named Zafar. The two were caged up next to each other and had little else in common other than a burning desire to escape and not accept their fates as slaves.

The two were brought to an underground auction where Zafar was forcibly turned into a dungeon beast before Zion’s own eyes. Zion’s fellow captive had become a Lava Beast and with some help from Zion, Zafar was able to free them both of their cages. While Zafar caused chaos, Zion raided the auction storehouse to claim their gear as well as some bonus goodies before swiping another dungeon beast transformation for himself. Together the two escaped the underground chamber and fled into the morning sky.

Though Zion survived the ordeal, he returns home to find that his father’s research had been used to realize his life’s dream by the ones who had stolen it. Though they didn’t copy his work as it was incomplete, it was clearly used as a basis and Zion takes notice of this in the marketplace. Knowing that Kornel Klien was about to become much more powerful, Zion decides he was right to leave Magnostadt originally and after arranging a place for Zafar to stay the young magician sets out once again for distant lands under a new fake identity. Revenge against Kornel would have to wait, but Zion swears that one day he shall take his father’s research even farther and to become a master magic tool craftsman.

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Being changed for DB transformation.

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[ ooze overlord ]

Being changed for DB transformation.

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Seafoam Green

Being changed for DB transformation.

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Salmon Pink

Being changed for DB transformation. Not exactly glowing, semi-transparent, and slimy but in my defense, I don't think I could have found an FC with the Ooze Overlord's exact description.

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[i]tensei shitara slime datta ken,[/i] Rimuru Tempest

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[ slime ] Formerly a pink-haired and teal-eyed fanalis, now a teal-haired and pink-eyed slime being - a slime trail tends to follow him around everywhere he goes. It doesn't change his adorableness though! Even though some people might find it weird and creepy that he has a greenish glow and his skin has slime-like qualities, he's still as cute and lovable as can be. He even carries a cute slime blob everywhere!

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Name: Scum
Country Affiliation: Wanderer
Race: Ooze Overlord
Tier: B
Class: (Slime) Tamer
Age + Birthdate: 2/14 15
Gender: ♂
Sexuality: Straight
Personality:

.    Eight had the meticulously crafted personality of a narcissistic megalomaniac. A red-stricken outline of the conversation coursed through his thoughts before he took the time to make each deliberate action. His mind computing each reaction, and selecting the next path on the branch, putting on the performance that he believed would be best suited to his needs.

.    Ambition was a filter of his eyes. Everything he saw was processed as a goal or a way to achieve them or something to discard. It was an instinct that grew sharper and more vast with time and experience. Eventually, this became a magnetic aura around him, attracting and repelling people according to their own polarity.

.    However, No. 8 defaulted typically between two modes. One would see a decent human being. Gregarious and charismatic despite any circumstances, chumming around even among those who disliked him. Smiles and chit-chat and social embrace as if he had known everyone around him for years. A friendly face who didn't mind helping the less fortunate than him.

.    But occasionally, he would shed his human facade and reveal a cold-blooded core. Stoic in the face of pain and adversity, he can be cold as ice to the suffering and torture of people, even those he cared about. This was an emotional tool to be used to achieve the means to the end.


Likes:

• 8's relationship with time has been pleasant, appreciating every moment and having the patience to sieze the right opportunity.
  
• The endeavor he pursued most frequently and passionately was researching. Bettering himself was simultaneously his mental diversion as well as a sense of pride and diversion.
  

Dislikes:

1. The antithesis to 8's life is addiction. He had seen what addiction to anything besides power has done to people. Warping the path to success and sometimes even leaving them as a husk of the person he or she once was.
   
2. The other thing he can't stand is gambling. An unreliable shortcut that can bring you into despair that is only for those who cannot succeed on their own two feet. Needless to say, his least favorite person is a gambling addict.
   

Ambition:
.     This slaves ambitions are simple but open-ended. He sees his number one goal at the moment is to increase his 'value'. He sees things almost numerically, and his one desire is to improve this variable. He is taking a multi-pronged approach to his dreams. First, he's making the best of his deplorable situation by doing his best at his current job. During this time, he had decided to educate himself into deeper facets and nuances of the job he is doing as well as educating himself in general, starting with literacy.


Trepidation:
.     Conversely, his only concern is in lowering his value. This means any number of things, such as becoming permanently disabled, or ruining any meaningful connections he has to other people, especially those that he believes have value, worst of all worried of those connections turning on him, in a form of betrayal. He is not so worried about death, mainly because he realizes once he dies, none of this will mean anything to the corpse left behind.


Face-Claim: Rimuru Tempest - Tensei Shitara Slime Datta Ken
Hair Color: Periwinkle
Eye Color: Neon
Height: 150 cm
Weight: 50 kg


Appearance:


A bridal veil for skin, not matching his role in life. One would be unable to tell that he was a slave. His face was that of a model, a soft jaw but it suited him. Almond-shaped eyes, now lit up like fireflies, with a gaze that attracted you like a moth to a flame.

His hair is now a conglomeration of fine silk-like strands with the just a hint of blue. His hair practically maintains itself now, every day is a perfect hair day of flowing hair past his neck, soft to the touch.

As slim as sugar cane, but child-bearing hips give him an androgynous, perhaps even feminine appeal. His build is complimented by perfect posture. This is all adorned in functional clothing, keeping pockets and whatever he needs on him. He's worn slightly bulkier clothing to hide his shape

Rukh Alignment: Black
Special Features: Eyes have a neon glow.
History:

"Aaahhh~." A baby halfling Fanalis cooed to his mother and father. With little recollection of what they looked like. If he only relied on his memories, he probably wouldn't have been able to tell which was which. His father had cords of green hair like vines down to his waist with an androgynous look, definitely suited to being a frail magician. Mother was a gladiator of Reim, muscular and powerful, her ambition orders of magnitude larger than her build.

8's father in a large,dusty gown-like attire, and his mother dressed in minimal armor pieces. They would go around, and he could recall seeing his mother win in the Colosseum several times. But somewhere, his memories don't really fill in all the blanks. Eventually it was just him and his mother, and he can only assume death, according to his mother.

Things didn't change much for a while, but still young, his mother seemed to become strange, and long story short. He was no longer with his mother, and he had a new father; well that's how it was explained to him. But now that he was old enough to understand, this was just how his life was. No. 8 was now officially a slave, where he had gotten his name. The young fanalis was branded as 88 at first. He was initially a child prostitute, but it was short lived, because his master simply grew fond of him and took him to bed personally.

Eventually, Master Amenhotep had acquired a few more slaves, the owner had decided to bring 88 deeper into the fold. 8 and almost 20 other slaves were being managed by someone known as 7. A tamer from Kou who had been particularly evil and vindictive. But now out of the last ten slaves, there was a promotion to be had. Due to his fondness for the boy, and being a fanalis, he was now known as 8 and was to be the slaver in charge of these ten and the next set of ten until there is a promotion within those.

7 was particularly evil and hated competition of any kind and had given 8 some refreshments with a parasite he had come to acquire, that typically killed its host. After a week of being sick and being taken care of by 0 and 4, he managed to survive the incident, and finally got to meet the rest of the slaver captains.

Eight was still none the wiser, and while he hated his life, he tried to push past everything and possibly improve his lot in life by any means necessary.

Role-Play Sample:

. Showboat, the only kid with a suit on the beach, was in front of Pearl, Shade and Lebra, his crew. Pearl was the girl next door, Shade, hikkikomori-looking girl, and Lebra… an anthromorphic shark, with a sharks teeth grin from ear to ear. They were armed and ready to brawl.

Cap'n Showboat held a shipwheel like a shield in front of his team, Pearl was a louisvile slugger armed with an anchor in her hands, ready to swing. Shade had a second head, which emerged from her back pack... it was like a mix of a Mario Piranha plant and a chain chomp. Finally, it was Lebra at the back of the group with a coral spiral shell, that was half club, half shield.

They charged forward simultaneously charging as a team, spreading into their positions and went to strike Thunderbolt from multiple angles. )

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[b]Name:[/b] Scum
[b]Country Affiliation:[/b] Wanderer
[b]Race:[/b] Ooze Overlord
[b]Tier:[/b] B
[b]Class:[/b] (Slime) Tamer
[b]Age + Birthdate:[/b] 2/14 15
[b]Gender:[/b] ♂
[b]Sexuality:[/b] Straight
[b]Personality:[/b]

.    Eight had the meticulously crafted personality of a narcissistic megalomaniac. A red-stricken outline of the conversation coursed through his thoughts before he took the time to make each deliberate action. His mind computing each reaction, and selecting the next path on the branch, putting on the performance that he believed would be best suited to his needs.

.    Ambition was a filter of his eyes. Everything he saw was processed as a goal or a way to achieve them or something to discard. It was an instinct that grew sharper and more vast with time and experience. Eventually, this became a magnetic aura around him, attracting and repelling people according to their own polarity.

.    However, No. 8 defaulted typically between two modes. One would see a decent human being. Gregarious and charismatic despite any circumstances, chumming around even among those who disliked him. Smiles and chit-chat and social embrace as if he had known everyone around him for years. A friendly face who didn't mind helping the less fortunate than him.

.    But occasionally, he would shed his human facade and reveal a cold-blooded core. Stoic in the face of pain and adversity, he can be cold as ice to the suffering and torture of people, even those he cared about. This was an emotional tool to be used to achieve the means to the end.


[b]Likes:[/b]
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[*]8's relationship with [b]time[/b] has been pleasant, appreciating every moment and having the patience to sieze the right opportunity.
[*]The endeavor he pursued most frequently and passionately was [b]researching[/b]. Bettering himself was simultaneously his mental diversion as well as a sense of pride and diversion.
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[b]Dislikes:[/b]
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[*]The antithesis to 8's life is [b]addiction[/b]. He had seen what addiction to anything besides power has done to people. Warping the path to success and sometimes even leaving them as a husk of the person he or she once was.
[*]The other thing he can't stand is [b]gambling[/b]. An unreliable shortcut that can bring you into despair that is only for those who cannot succeed on their own two feet. Needless to say, his least favorite person is a gambling addict.
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[b]Ambition:[/b]
.     This slaves ambitions are simple but open-ended.[b] He sees his number one goal at the moment is to increase his 'value'[/b]. He sees things almost numerically, and his one desire is to improve this variable. He is taking a multi-pronged approach to his dreams. First, he's making the best of his deplorable situation by doing his best at his current job. During this time, he had decided to educate himself into deeper facets and nuances of the job he is doing as well as educating himself in general, starting with literacy.


[b]Trepidation:[/b]
.     Conversely, his only concern is in lowering his value. This means any number of things, such as becoming permanently disabled, or ruining any meaningful connections he has to other people, especially those that he believes have value, worst of all worried of those connections turning on him, in a form of betrayal. He is not so worried about death, mainly because he realizes once he dies, none of this will mean anything to the corpse left behind.


[b]Face-Claim:[/b] Rimuru Tempest - Tensei Shitara Slime Datta Ken
[b]Hair Color:[/b] Periwinkle
[b]Eye Color:[/b] Neon
[b]Height:[/b] 150 cm
[b]Weight:[/b] 50 kg


[b]Appearance:[/b]


A bridal veil for skin, not matching his role in life. One would be unable to tell that he was a slave. His face was that of a model, a soft jaw but it suited him. Almond-shaped eyes, now lit up like fireflies, with a gaze that attracted you like a moth to a flame.

His hair is now a conglomeration of fine silk-like strands with the just a hint of blue. His hair practically maintains itself now, every day is a perfect hair day of flowing hair past his neck, soft to the touch.

As slim as sugar cane, but child-bearing hips give him an androgynous, perhaps even feminine appeal. His build is complimented by perfect posture. This is all adorned in functional clothing, keeping pockets and whatever he needs on him. He's worn slightly bulkier clothing to hide his shape

[b]Rukh Alignment:[/b] Black
[b]Special Features:[/b] Eyes have a neon glow.
[b]History:[/b]

"Aaahhh~." A baby halfling Fanalis cooed to his mother and father. With little recollection of what they looked like. If he only relied on his memories, he probably wouldn't have been able to tell which was which. His father had cords of green hair like vines down to his waist with an androgynous look, definitely suited to being a frail magician. Mother was a gladiator of Reim, muscular and powerful, her ambition orders of magnitude larger than her build.

8's father in a large,dusty gown-like attire, and his mother dressed in minimal armor pieces. They would go around, and he could recall seeing his mother win in the Colosseum several times. But somewhere, his memories don't really fill in all the blanks. Eventually it was just him and his mother, and he can only assume death, according to his mother.

Things didn't change much for a while, but still young, his mother seemed to become strange, and long story short. He was no longer with his mother, and he had a new father; well that's how it was explained to him. But now that he was old enough to understand, this was just how his life was. No. 8 was now officially a slave, where he had gotten his name. The young fanalis was branded as 88 at first. He was initially a child prostitute, but it was short lived, because his master simply grew fond of him and took him to bed personally.

Eventually, Master Amenhotep had acquired a few more slaves, the owner had decided to bring 88 deeper into the fold. 8 and almost 20 other slaves were being managed by someone known as 7. A tamer from Kou who had been particularly evil and vindictive. But now out of the last ten slaves, there was a promotion to be had. Due to his fondness for the boy, and being a fanalis, he was now known as 8 and was to be the slaver in charge of these ten and the next set of ten until there is a promotion within those.

7 was particularly evil and hated competition of any kind and had given 8 some refreshments with a parasite he had come to acquire, that typically killed its host. After a week of being sick and being taken care of by 0 and 4, he managed to survive the incident, and finally got to meet the rest of the slaver captains.

Eight was still none the wiser, and while he hated his life, he tried to push past everything and possibly improve his lot in life by any means necessary.

[b]Role-Play Sample:[/b]

. Showboat, the only kid with a suit on the beach, was in front of Pearl, Shade and Lebra, his crew. Pearl was the girl next door, Shade, hikkikomori-looking girl, and Lebra… an anthromorphic shark, with a sharks teeth grin from ear to ear. They were armed and ready to brawl.

Cap'n Showboat held a shipwheel like a shield in front of his team, Pearl was a louisvile slugger armed with an anchor in her hands, ready to swing. Shade had a second head, which emerged from her back pack... it was like a mix of a Mario Piranha plant and a chain chomp. Finally, it was Lebra at the back of the group with a coral spiral shell, that was half club, half shield.

They charged forward simultaneously charging as a team, spreading into their positions and went to strike Thunderbolt from multiple angles.)

Country Affiliation: Balbadd

History: Melchoir Rotem was once a well known magician in Magnostadt along with his family. He was handsome, young with white hair and light blue eyes, and a blue magician. He was content about his life in Magnostadt, always learning magic and spells, but he had never seen the outside world and what it was like. Deciding to leave to travel the world, Melchoir packed a bag, took his wand, and headed out on his journey.

In Reim, there lived a beautiful young woman with long, tangled pink hair that was dressed in rags and lived in one of the slums along the eastern coast of Reim. She had no family and lived by herself, but she was kind toward others, often helping her neighbors out during tough trials. She too, was a magician, but never went to Magnostadt to learn since she never had the money to travel.



A wandering magician from Magnostadt dressed in dark blue, arrived at one of the seaside slums of southeast Reim late one humid summer night. Exhausted, tired, and starving, he could barely walk on his own when a goi, a young woman wearing ripped brown rags, her body thin, her hair pink, her eyes rose quartz, offered him to rest in her house so that he may regain his strength. Melchoir accepted her offer gratefully, but ended up staying longer than originally planned due to the debt he felt he owed. Thankful to Sirena's generosity, Melchoir helped with taking care of the home for a couple of weeks as payment. However, as the weeks passed, a sickness claimed the beautiful woman that had assisted him with a place to sleep and, unable to leave her side while she was in such a weak condition, Melchoir stayed to aid her in her recovery. At least a year went by until Sirena was able to stand, but even then, Melchoir could not leave. He had fallen in love with the woman, and she had fallen in love with him. It wasn't long after that they had a baby boy. They named him Drakon Nero Rotem. His parents saw many opportunities for their son, especially his father who sought to teach him the ways of magic. Yet his mother didn't want her son to learn. Melchoir, determined to teach his son, decided to secretly teach him what he knew.

Drakon grew up in the slums with his mother and father and a sister whom was born four years after he was and named Callisto Rotem. He played many games with the neighboring children while he secretly trained with his father during the late hours of the night. On most days, he would go down to the shore and swim in the water. Never could Drakon dream of a better life. True, his family was poor, but why should that stop him from making the most out of his life?

Unfortunately, by the time Drakon turned ten, tragedy struck when pirates and thieves ransacked the slums he lived in, killing his parents and kidnapping him and his friends. He didn't understand what was happening but knew he had to keep his sister Callisto safe, so he hid her in a place where the pirates and thieves wouldn't find her. The life he was so familiar with was falling apart and would never be the same afterward.

While aboard the ship, he found himself to be on a ship alongside a mass of children, most from his slums, others not. The crewmen were harsh and brutal. The slightest mistake would unleash unbearable punishment. There were cases when you never saw a child’s face ever again. As the years went by, his friends were being sold as slaves one by one or they died by being beaten for performing poorly in their duties. Adrastos hated this, hated the men, and hated his fate. Was he suppose to sit here and watch everyone around him die or be sold off? Was he doomed to be weak? No. He wouldn’t stand for it. There couldn’t have been a set role for him, and if it was to be a bug that would constantly be stepped on, he wanted nothing to do with it. He cursed this life with all of his being and fell into Depravity. No longer did he decide to be of the lower class, to be weak, and to be used by those stronger than him. Drakon was only fourteen at the time.

He took what he could, a small bag of food and a change of stolen clothes too big for him, and fled the ship. They had landed in a port in Kou, but the young Drakon did not stop in their port, he kept running and running until he came upon a hut. There, he saw a vast collection of magic books and Rukh in jars. Drakon immersed himself immediately, amazed by the scrawled handwriting that was placed on the parchment. However, he froze when the owner of the house returned. The owner was a man dressed in dark purple robes with a hood over his head. In one hand, he held a staff with a luminescent purple crystal and in the other was a book with a skull crest on the cover. A cat sat on his shoulder, his eyes also glowing the same color as the mage’s crystal. His name was Chou Zhi.

The magician, seeing that Adrastos had a strong interest in magic and learned that his father was a magician from Magnostadt. The old man saw promise and promised to teach him, but also showed him to a few friends of his that would later become his teachers when the time came. They were Dan Feng, a Fanalis warrior who was beautiful but her glare was venom, especially with the scar that crossed over her left eye, and Meng Shing, a beast tamer who was as wild as his pet wolf. Of course, there were others, such as a Body Manipulation teacher, a Dexterity teacher, and a Stealth teacher, but only Feng and Shing stood out. Adrastos was told that when he felt read to learn from them, he would have to search the world in order to gain their approval and learn what they had to teach.

Only a few months had past since Adrastos had escaped the ship and met with his potential teachers when he set out to Magnostadt with his magician teacher, Chou Zhi, who went under the alias as Damion Thanatos, the boy’s grandfather from his mother’s side. It was there in Magnostadt that the mage taught Adrastos the basics of magic for five years. After that, he left to travel, first heading to Reim to learn and get stronger, but because of his brief time in Kou, decided to help the country, specifically Emperor Gao Yuan Zu because of the man he was, by whatever means necessary.


Achievements Since Then:

• Went on a journey to The Shrouded Isle and met members of the Brotherhood of Ash
  
• Assisted the Alchemists in kidnapping King Lagi’s father, Roark
  
• Became a member of The Alchemists
  
• Aided Noir Ecryola in the capture of Dantalion, the dungeon of Dehydration
  
• Cause turmoil within Balbadd
  
• Took Control of Balbadd by implanting pawns into the vacant Cabinet seats.
  
• Founded the Order of Shadows and split his forces into other countries: Balbadd, Kou, Reim, Heliohapt
  
• Participated in the Kou Civil War for Gao Yuan Zu, defeated Lu Ban
  
• Entered the dungeon of Gamigan
  
• Killed the leader of the Alchemist's Kou branch and mastered the Dark Djinn of Shadow Magic, Erebus
  
• Learned Curse Magic and turned Lu Ban's rukh black, making him a servant.
  

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[b]Country Affiliation:[/b] Balbadd

[b]History:[/b] Melchoir Rotem was once a well known magician in Magnostadt along with his family. He was handsome, young with white hair and light blue eyes, and a blue magician. He was content about his life in Magnostadt, always learning magic and spells, but he had never seen the outside world and what it was like. Deciding to leave to travel the world, Melchoir packed a bag, took his wand, and headed out on his journey.

In Reim, there lived a beautiful young woman with long, tangled pink hair that was dressed in rags and lived in one of the slums along the eastern coast of Reim. She had no family and lived by herself, but she was kind toward others, often helping her neighbors out during tough trials. She too, was a magician, but never went to Magnostadt to learn since she never had the money to travel.



A wandering magician from Magnostadt dressed in dark blue, arrived at one of the seaside slums of southeast  Reim late one humid summer night. Exhausted, tired, and starving, he could barely walk on his own when a goi, a young woman wearing ripped brown rags, her body thin, her hair pink, her eyes rose quartz, offered him to rest in her house so that he may regain his strength. Melchoir accepted her offer gratefully, but ended up staying longer than originally planned due to the debt he felt he owed. Thankful to Sirena's generosity, Melchoir helped with taking care of the home for a couple of weeks as payment. However, as the weeks passed, a sickness claimed the beautiful woman that had assisted him with a place to sleep and, unable to leave her side while she was in such a weak condition, Melchoir stayed to aid her in her recovery. At least a year went by until Sirena was able to stand, but even then, Melchoir could not leave. He had fallen in love with the woman, and she had fallen in love with him. It wasn't long after that they had a baby boy. They named him Drakon Nero Rotem. His parents saw many opportunities for their son, especially his father who sought to teach him the ways of magic. Yet his mother didn't want her son to learn. Melchoir, determined to teach his son, decided to  secretly teach him what he knew.

Drakon grew up in the slums with his mother and father and a sister whom was born four years after he was and named Callisto Rotem. He played many games with the neighboring children while he secretly trained with his father during the late hours of the night. On most days, he would go down to the shore and swim in the water. Never could Drakon dream of a better life. True, his family was poor, but why should that stop him from making the most out of his life?

Unfortunately, by the time Drakon turned ten, tragedy struck when pirates and thieves ransacked the slums he lived in, killing his parents and kidnapping him and his friends. He didn't understand what was happening but knew he had to keep his sister Callisto safe, so he hid her in a place where the pirates and thieves wouldn't find her. The life he was so familiar with was falling apart and would never be the same afterward.

While aboard the ship, he found himself to be on a ship alongside a mass of children, most from his slums, others not. The crewmen were harsh and brutal. The slightest mistake would unleash unbearable punishment. There were cases when you never saw a child’s face ever again. As the years went by, his friends were being sold as slaves one by one or they died by being beaten for performing poorly in their duties. Adrastos hated this, hated the men, and hated his fate. Was he suppose to sit here and watch everyone around him die or be sold off? Was he doomed to be weak? No. He wouldn’t stand for it. There couldn’t have been a set role for him, and if it was to be a bug that would constantly be stepped on, he wanted nothing to do with it. He cursed this life with all of his being and fell into Depravity. No longer did he decide to be of the lower class, to be weak, and to be used by those stronger than him. Drakon was only fourteen at the time.

He took what he could, a small bag of food and a change of stolen clothes too big for him, and fled the ship. They had landed in a port in Kou, but the young Drakon did not stop in their port, he kept running and running until he came upon a hut. There, he saw a vast collection of magic books and Rukh in jars. Drakon immersed himself immediately, amazed by the scrawled handwriting that was placed on the parchment. However, he froze when the owner of the house returned. The owner was a man dressed in dark purple robes with a hood over his head. In one hand, he held a staff with a luminescent purple crystal and in the other was a book with a skull crest on the cover. A cat sat on his shoulder, his eyes also glowing the same color as the mage’s crystal. His name was Chou Zhi.

The magician, seeing that Adrastos had a strong interest in magic and learned that his father was a magician from Magnostadt. The old man saw promise and promised to teach him, but also showed him to a few friends of his that would later become his teachers when the time came. They were Dan Feng, a Fanalis warrior who was beautiful but her glare was venom, especially with the scar that crossed over her left eye, and Meng Shing, a beast tamer who was as wild as his pet wolf. Of course, there were others, such as a Body Manipulation teacher, a Dexterity teacher, and a Stealth teacher, but only Feng and Shing stood out. Adrastos was told that when he felt read to learn from them, he would have to search the world in order to gain their approval and learn what they had to teach.

Only a few months had past since Adrastos had escaped the ship and met with his potential teachers when he set out to Magnostadt with his magician teacher, Chou Zhi, who went under the alias as Damion Thanatos, the boy’s grandfather from his mother’s side. It was there in Magnostadt that the mage taught Adrastos the basics of magic for five years. After that, he left to travel, first heading to Reim to learn and get stronger, but because of his brief time in Kou, decided to help the country, specifically Emperor Gao Yuan Zu because of the man he was, by whatever means necessary.


Achievements Since Then:

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[*] Went on a journey to The Shrouded Isle and met members of the Brotherhood of Ash
[*] Assisted the Alchemists in kidnapping King Lagi’s father, Roark
[*] Became a member of The Alchemists
[*] Aided Noir Ecryola in the capture of Dantalion, the dungeon of Dehydration
[*] Cause turmoil within Balbadd
[*] Took Control of Balbadd by implanting pawns into the vacant Cabinet seats.
[*] Founded the Order of Shadows and split his forces into other countries: Balbadd, Kou, Reim, Heliohapt
[*] Participated in the Kou Civil War for Gao Yuan Zu, defeated Lu Ban
[*] Entered the dungeon of Gamigan
[*] Killed the leader of the Alchemist's Kou branch and mastered the Dark Djinn of Shadow Magic, Erebus
[*] Learned Curse Magic and turned Lu Ban's rukh black, making him a servant.
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Country Affiliation: Wanderer

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[b]Country Affilliation:[/b] Wanderer

I got permission from murr to change my class since i have not mentioned it nor have used it in any of my rp. Sorry about this. I am changing from Body Morph to Assassin

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[b]Class: [/b]Assassin

Changing my Wanderer Status to Reim