PosiedonDragon -> RE: =OS= Dragons, Undead & Paladins... oh my! Character Suggestion Thread III (6/8/2013 11:05:00)
Player phrase: I will trample, shred, and burn all evil!
Enemy phrase: A master of birds and herald of sages, I'm benevolent, but evil fears my wrath!
Description: Seeing Nulgath gain more and more power, the firebird Suzaku and the unicorn-like Kirin joined their fiery forces. Becoming the ultimate hippogriff, their powers have quadrupled. All evil will tremble before the burning might of the SuzakuKirin.
A lesser rank of SuzakuKirin could be this...
The Hippogriff (I know it's not a drawing, but I did piece the three images together myself at least.)
Element: Neutral or Fire
Player phrase: My hooves will crush you and my talons will rip you to shreds!
Enemy phrase: I'm strong as a griffin and swift as a horse... Your defeat is assured.
Monster: Vigilante/ The Vigilante Masquerade.
Element: Shadow and Water
Player phrase: This is the end of your pathetic performance! I’m closing the curtain on you!
Enemy phrase: What’s behind my mask? You won’t live to find out!
Victory phrase: On this stage, the spotlight shines down only on me!
Appearance: Female elf, green eyes, punk black hair with a red streak (similar style to this), black punk/assassin clothes with spikes (maybe a mix of this and this), a red flowing torn cape, a flashy silver masquerade mask (like this or this), gloves (some burns may still show outside the mask and or gloves), and a pair of Katar daggers.
Evolution (optional) Masquerade would likely start as a child, so she'd be about as tall as a fairy, wear simple black clothes, a strip of cloth for a mask, gloves, one simple dagger, and use shadow powers. Then she'd be older, human sized, she'd have a simple ballroom mask, tight black assassin's clothes with some small spikes, a regular sized tattered cape, the two katar daggers (or two stiletto daggers), and shadow powers. Finally, as an adult, she'd be taller than a human but still lean and agile, with the tight punk assassin clothes, bigger or more spikes, a flashy mask, a larger tattered cape (possibly split at the bottom to look almost like wings), katar daggers (longer but still narrow if the previous rank had them), and a combination of shadow and water powers. For the first two ranks she might be called the Assassin Masquerade or the Masked Assassin (with Masquerade being the name in the talk bubble), the final form would definitely be called the Vigilante Masquerade or Vigilante (and again her name in the talk bubble).
Story Summary: This story is long, so here it is in a nutshell. The actual story is much more interesting though.
Masquerade was one of the top ten assassins and spies for Nulgath. As a child Masquerade found her village burned and her family gone. Searching for her family through the rubble she received burns to her face and hands. The Pyre Witch who destroyed her village discovers Masquerade, eventually taking her to Nulgath. Masquerade joins Nulgath, vowing to defeat the Pyre Witch. One day she comes upon a forest fire threatening the homes of some fairies. Remembering the traumatic fire from childhood, she saved the fairy village with a wave from her newly found water powers. The fairies thanked her. She liked that feeling better than the cold, pointless killings for Nulgath. But, one of the fairies was a target for assassination, so she captured the fairy to kill her. However, she couldn't go through with it. She then learns the fairy village was set on fire by the same Pyre Witch that torched hers. Masquerade spares the fairy and has a fated fight with the Pyre Witch, gaining her revenge. In doing so she becomes a traitor to Nulgath. Now free, though hunted, she has become a vigilante who targets those who do harm to others. She is the light of justice who wields shadows in the rain. She is the silent and agile killer of assassins. Upon the stage of the world, she artfully vanquishes her foes under the spotlight of a new moon. Her true face and name unknown, she is… The Vigilante Masquerade!!
The Vigilante Masquerade
Walking along a lonely, dark forest path Grit, a young earth adept, heads towards his destination. He carries with him an important message to the forces against Nulgath. Hidden in the shadows among the trees, a lithe figure silently tails the over confident earth adept… waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Grit nears a turn in the path, completely unaware of the danger lurking nearby. Then as he turns, the shadowy figure makes their move! Dropping from the trees like a hawk she strikes with the katar daggers on her hands. Grit doesn’t even have time to defend himself as the elven attacker jabs him in the back, immobilizing and poisoning him. Unable to attack or defend, Grit can only gaze in fear at the terrible beauty before him. An elf, she is tall and slender like the rest of her kind. Her fierce eyes, the hue of darkly shining emeralds, lie behind a flamboyant silvery ballroom mask. Her punk style hair was black as night with a streak the color of blood running through it. Upon her cat like form, she wore tight black leather with spikes, and a tattered burgundy cape that billowed slightly behind her. Lastly, in her gloved hands held just above the knuckles, were the deadly, poison tipped katar daggers. The long narrow blades perfect for both stabbing and slashing, and certain to be the end of the unfortunate earth adept.
Smiling cruelly, the elven assassin bent down and whispered dramatically, “This is the end of your pathetic performance! I’m closing the curtain on you!” As she readied her blade at his throat for the final blow, Grit cried out, “Wait, wait!” He pleaded through labored breaths as poison coursed through his veins. “Please, if I am to die here, at least tell me your name and let me see what loveliness or horror lies beneath that mask.” This was not the first nor the last time that such request was made of the mysterious assassin. So, laughing mockingly she replied, “You want to know what’s behind my mask? Too bad, you won’t live to find out!” And as she drew the blade across his throat she continued, “As for my name… it’s Masquerade!” With that, Grit the earth adept was defeated.
As the excitement and adrenaline faded, Masquerade stared down at her fallen prey and sighed. This target was yet another weakling, a mere errand boy. Even the message that he carried was of minor significance. It made her wonder whether there was really any point taking down someone like this. After all, what threat did he really pose? It bothered her, but she was a servant of Nulgath. She could not disobey orders. She could, however, insist on better assignments when she got back to the outpost. “I’m one of Nulgath’s top ten assassins and spies!” she thought. “Surely I should be able to get more challenging targets.” It wasn’t just boasting saying that she was one of the top ten assassins and spies. Masquerade had been taken in and trained by Nulgath’s forces at an early age.
It happened when she was just nine years old. She had come back from playing in the fields, only to find her home, her entire village, burnt to the ground and smoldering. Not knowing whether her family had fled or been trapped in the blaze, she ran to her house and started digging through the charred ruins. Recklessly she dug through the debris, disturbing a spot where fire still lingered. Suddenly flames rushed up burning her hands and the upper half of her face. Screaming in pain she stumbled back, crawling to what she thought was safety. Unfortunately, her cries did not go unnoticed. There in front of her stood the very one that had set her village ablaze, Flare the pyre witch. “Oh? There’s still one left.” Sneered Flare, as she considered what to do with the wretched little brat. Masquerade was terrified. She realized that this must be the villain responsible. Then as she thought about her family and her village, her fear gave way to a growing anger and hatred. The anger grew so strong that Masquerade was even able to forget the pain of her burns momentarily. “You! You did this!” screamed the tiny Masquerade as she lunged at the pyre witch. Laughing, Flare easily blocked the child’s blow and threw Masquerade back to the ground, knocking the wind out of her. Gasping for air and stunned, Masquerade could do nothing as the pyre witch approached, and then pinned her down underfoot. Flare could have easily turned little Masquerade to ashes then, or simply left her to fend for herself. But amused by the child’s boldness in attacking her, she decided to give Masquerade the option of becoming one of Nulgath’s minions. Masquerade, no longer having a family or a home, had few options. But what clinched her decision was the chance to get stronger, so that some day she could defeat the hateful pyre witch Flare. And so, she became a servant of Nulgath, adopted the name Masquerade after acquiring a mask and gloves to cover her burns, and grew to be an accomplished assassin and spy.
Yes, she had trained hard for all those years, and even become ranked seventh among assassins and spies. She had the unmatched stealth and agility gained from her elven heritage, and there were many masks she could wear as a spy. So, upon reaching the outpost she demanded more difficult missions. To her dismay however, all the best targets were taken. It seemed the opponents of Nulgath were still too few and her rank still too low. She would have to continue swatting at harmless flies. And of the flies, there at least seemed to be a fair number to take care of. There was no point in wasting time. She gathered the few supplies she needed and headed back out into the forest.
Her next job was a spy mission, but it was quite far away. Masquerade chose a path where multiple targets were thought to pass through. This way she could clear off several marks on her list in one trip. She traveled night and day, sticking to the trees and the shadows, resting only briefly. All the while she scanned for signs of her prey, anticipating the next hunt. On the third day she finally spotted some activity. To gain a better view she jumped to a high branch, her cape fluttering behind her like the wings of a bird, and there in the distance she saw smoke reaching up to the sky. But this was no campfire, there was too much smoke. Perhaps this was a celebratory bonfire, she thought. This was worth checking out. If there was a large gathering, she might find one or more of her targets hidden among the crowd.
Smiling at the prospect of taking down a new and hopefully more difficult target, Masquerade leapt forth like a deer towards the rising smoke. As she got closer, she realized this wasn’t a bonfire after all, but rather the beginnings of a forest fire. When she finally reached the place, she found that at the center of the growing fire was a fairy village. Her heart sank, and her mind flashed back to the painful memories of her own home, smoking and in ruins. Masquerade could not bear to see the same thing happen again right in front of her eyes. However, her dark powers would have little effect on a fire. Even so, Masquerade gathered up her energies and focused on making her shadow powers as thick and fluid as possible. Then she released a great wave. Surprisingly, instead of shadows, the great torrent that rushed forth to smother the flames… was water! It turned out that although Masquerade was trained in the shadow arts, she had an affinity for water as well. As the deluge drained away, a few embers still smoldered, though they were easily put out. The fairy village, though charred, was at least not completely destroyed. And the fairies, having not gone far, began to return. Relieved that this village was saved from the same fate as hers, and seeing no other reason to stay, Masquerade turned to leave. But, before she could go far, Masquerade was surrounded by fairies. They cheered, and sang, and thanked her for saving their homes. They asked her to stay and have a feast with them. It actually made Masquerade a little happy and proud of what she had done. But as someone who kills and deceives others for a living, did she really have the right to celebrate one good deed? On the other hand, this would probably never happen again, so why not have a little fun?
Just as she was about to accept their invitation, something caught Masquerade’s eye. Among the other fairies was a light fairy with a golden tiara, and a bracelet of marigolds. This was Queen Lumina, one of the targets that Masquerade needed to eliminate! Masquerade hesitated for the first time since she was a novice assassin. She had just saved these fairies, and now she had to take the life of one so soon after. It felt wrong and pointless. However, an assassin that shows pity for their victims will surely become a victim themselves. She had a job to do, so she must do it. Hardening her heart, Masquerade acted as if she would refuse the fairies request that she stay. She moved steadily towards her target and continued on past. Then, she whipped around catching the unsuspecting fairy queen from behind. Queen Lumina managed to release a blinding flash of light before she was fully in Masquerade’s grasp. Although her sight was momentarily clouded by the flash, Masquerade held tight to the fairy queen and pressed one of her daggers against Queen Lumina’s neck. Again, Masquerade hesitated. The other fairies gathered around, yelling and pleading, unable to attack for fear that either they or Masquerade, would end up harming Queen Lumina. Then one of the fairies said something that roused Masquerade from her conflicted thoughts. “Oh what misfortune today has brought!” cried the despairing fairy. “First that Pyre Witch came to burn us all, and now this masked stranger is about to kill our queen!” Masquerade couldn’t believe her ears. It really was just like back then when her village was destroyed. Could it be that the one who caused this fire was Flare? The very one she vowed to one day defeat? Masquerade demanded that the fairies tell her more. And what they told her confirmed her suspicions. Finally! Finally her greatest enemy was near at hand! Now she could get her revenge!
Yet, there was still Queen Lumina to deal with. Although Masquerade had no desire to finish her off. Furthermore, if she bargained the fairy queen’s life, she could get information to quickly find Flare. But, leaving the fairy queen alive and killing Flare would mark her as a traitor to Nulgath. Masquerade realized that the next decision she made would alter her life. If she stayed a minion of Nulgath, who practically ruled the world, she could rank up and gain ever more power. Although, she’d still have to take orders and eliminate practically helpless targets. If she decided to become free, she could get her revenge, choose her own targets, and make her own decisions. However, she’d be a traitor to Nulgath and become hunted herself. The choice wasn’t hard. Revenge and freedom beckoned more strongly than fear. Moreover, it had felt more rewarding saving the fairy village than any other mission she’d ever completed. And, as for betraying Nulgath, if she were to be hunted as a traitor, she need only get stronger and defeat all her enemies.
Making her decision, Masquerade quickly learned where Flare was headed and released Queen Lumina. In pursuit of the pyre witch, Masquerade moved quickly but cautiously. Flare was experienced and dangerous. She would not be ambushed easily. As signs of the pyre witch’s passage became clearer and fresher, Masquerade slowed to a crawl, all her senses alert. Spotting Flare in the distance, she climbed higher in the trees, and edged her way closer. Silent as a cat, Masquerade went from tree to tree, ever closer. But Flare was not oblivious to her presence. The change in the calls from the woodland animals, and the startled flight of the birds, had warned Flare that she was not alone. Suddenly, just as Masquerade landed on the next branch, Flare spread out her arms and sent a volley of fireballs in all directions! Masquerade narrowly dodged one of them, but in doing so she gave away her position. The next fireball was aimed right at Masquerade and grazed her left shoulder as she leapt aside. Little harm was done though, Masquerade’s leather clothes had been made fire resistant just for this fated fight. Flare recognized her then. “Come for your revenge, have you?” said the pyre witch with a confident sneer. “This time I won’t be so merciful. I’ll turn you into a pile of ash!” Defiantly Masquerade retorted, “You won’t be able to singe a hair on my head! I’ll be closing the curtain on your foul performance for good!”
With that, the fight really began. Flare being a ranged fighter flew up out of reach, sending a barrage of flames at Masquerade. Masquerade was forced to dodge, and tried in vain to get close enough to land a blow. The one ranged magic attack that Masquerade knew rarely hit the evasive pyre witch, and even when it struck it only left a scratch. Meanwhile, with the great number of fireballs being sent out, it was impossible to dodge them all. Masquerade’s fire resistant leather helped, but she was still taking damage bit by bit. If this kept up Flare was sure to win. Then, Masquerade remembered her new water powers. The perfect weapon against fire! However, it would take too much time to make a giant wave like at the fairy village. So for the time being, she summoned a small rain shower. It wasn’t much as an attack, but the numerous fireballs that assaulted her seemed to weaken at least. Now was the time to make her move and get close! Flare however, had other ideas. If several small fireballs didn’t work, then she would summon one huge fireball. Masquerade stopped in her tracks as a growing wall of fire stood between her and Flare. While Flare focused on her gigantic fireball, Masquerade had time to form her own grand attack. Jumping to the ground, Masquerade braced herself as she hurriedly gathered energy for the attack. Flare finished first and launched her enormous fireball. Masquerade held out until the massive fiery orb was practically on top of her, and then finally let loose her great wave. Fire and Water met and the violent eruption of steam knocked Masquerade off her feet. The fog was so dense that she could not see what, if anything had happened to the pyre witch. Then she heard a thud. Flare had been knocked to the ground! Seizing the opportunity, Masquerade stumbled up, her knees still weak from the force of the blast, and staggered to where she had heard the sound. As she got closer, she could finally see Flare through the haze, wet and stunned. Masquerade leapt forward, pinned Flare to the ground, and placed both her daggers against Flare’s throat. Staring blearily at Masquerade, Flare asserted “I spared your life when you were a child, shouldn’t you return the favor?” Regarding Flare with contempt, Masquerade coldly replied, “You burned my home and family, nearly destroyed the fairy village, and ruined countless lives… I’d be a fool to let you live.” That said Masquerade dealt the finishing blow, and Flare the pyre witch was no more. Standing victoriously over her longtime foe, Masquerade threw back her singed cape and declared, “On this stage, the spotlight shines down only on me!”
So, having defeated the pyre witch Flare and spared the fairy queen Lumina, Masquerade became a traitor to Nulgath. Now that she was free, though hunted, she could make her own decisions. She became a vigilante. Hunting down those who did harm to others and defeating any who would target her as a traitor. Turning her back on Nulgath’s evil ways, she has become a force for good.
She is the light of justice who wields shadows in the rain. She is the silent and agile killer of assassins. Upon the stage of the world, she artfully vanquishes her foes under the spotlight of a new moon. Her true face and name unknown, she is… The Vigilante Masquerade!!
Monster: (Master) Terror of Lamuth, (Apprentice, Veteran) Lightning Eater
Player line (Master): I’ll rain lightning down on all who get in my way!
Enemy line (Master): A city has already fallen to my thunderous might. If I were you, I’d bolt.
Player line (Apprentice, Veteran): You really believe you can win? You’ll be shocked.
Enemy line (Apprentice, Veteran): Lightning is delicious. Should I give you a taste?
Appearance: (apprentice) A metal pill bug made of corroded copper, with the shoulders and head of a mosquito, and a small proboscis. (veteran) A metal centipede, the round kind, made of shiny copper, with bigger spikier shoulders, head of a mosquito, and long proboscis. (master) A metal centipede, the flat kind, made of copper and silver, with mosquito head, spikiest shoulders, and wicked proboscis. All of them stand up like a snake ready to strike. Their heads are small, close to the body and surrounded on the top and sides by their shoulders which have many hair-like spikes.
The Terror of Lamuth
There is a valley near the mountains, where the wind blows gently, and beautiful flowers grow in the fields. In this valley is a small, rustic village. The people there live peaceful lives, and have few problems with vicious beasts. Of course, even the most tranquil of places will know dark and fearsome things, and this village is no exception. On cold dark nights, when the wind howls ominously, the people of the village will gather around the fire. At home or in the taverns, they will huddle together and tell stories of ghosts and monsters. Of these tales, the one that inspires the most fear is the Terror of Lamuth.
As the story goes, there was once a thriving city called Lamuth, sitting in the shadow of the mountains. It was a large well fortified city full of architects and smiths, whose services were called upon throughout Oversoul. As prosperous as they were, they had one problem. Their city was often the target of lightning strikes. And it wasn’t because of the frequent storms that would come through, but rather the beasts that lived on the mountain. These were the Lightning Eaters.
Lightning Eaters were strange and creepy metallic beasts. The weakest had small bodies like a pill bug, made of corroded copper. The strong ones had tube like centipede bodies made of shiny copper. And the strongest had a large flat centipede body, made of copper and silver. All of them had the wide spiked shoulders and small head of a mosquito. Lightning Eaters would use their long needle like proboscis to feed on lightning from storms, sometimes eating too much. And whenever there was an excess of energy, they would spit it out in random directions, sometimes hitting the city nearby. Most of them were content to live on the mountain, unconcerned about the rest of the world. But one was not.
On one fateful stormy night, the city of Lamuth became the target of stray lightning bolts once again. Most of the bolts were safely captured by their lightning rods. Although, sometimes an untended woodpile would be hit and catch fire. Fearing no real danger, the people went about their lives as usual. Unfortunately, the peace would not last long. First, the ground around the lightning rods was struck, dislodging them and making them useless. Then, the buildings were struck. Stone exploded, wood erupted in flames, and the people panicked believing an enemy army must be attacking. Going into a state of emergency, those who couldn’t fight were sent below ground, and sentries searched desperately for the invading forces. There was not a soldier in sight. Instead, looming in the dark, illuminated by flashes of light, was the terrifying form of a master rank Lightning Eater.
Nearly as tall as the city walls, the Lightning Eater’s eyes glowed evilly as it gathered thunderbolts for its next attack. Meanwhile, the few warriors and mages of the city gathered and tried to defeat the beast with arrow, sword, and magic. The beast didn’t even flinch. All of the attacks bounced harmlessly off its metal hide. The Lightning Eater finished charging, its long cruel proboscis glowing. Then it shot forth its most powerful blast yet. The gigantic beam of plasma paused only moments at the city’s stone ramparts, before tearing through to the main part of the city. It stopped just short of the large central tower. The people who had opposed the fearsome Lightning Eater had been vaporized, and half of the city lay burning, crumbling, or melting. The beast made short work of the rest, chasing out and exterminating most of the people, while leaving what was left of the city mostly intact. Then, releasing a bright victory flash, the Lightning Eater at last took the city of Lamuth as its own. The few who survived the beast’s deadly rampage, fled to other cities and villages, spreading word about the Terror of Lamuth.
In the village it is said that even today, the evil Lightning Eater resides high up in the central tower of Lamuth. There it gathers power from storms and the discharge of lesser Lightning Eaters. For what purpose nobody knows. No one dares go near those cursed ruins. And there are many who fear the day when the beast may leave, seeking greater power and wreaking havoc once again.
So, beware when the sky becomes clouded and lightning flashes. It may not be nature that sends out those thunderbolts. It may be… The Terror of Lamuth!