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• 1 Free Random Holiday Gift from anything we've provided in the past. • 1 Free PA.
- Festive Ornament ( Black Mamba ) PA: Smellbounce: Allows Iiliya another point of reference for smellsight - 5 stages of learning - Permanent .5 increase in speed to medium spells - 5 Event Items from previous events
Posted: Thu Nov 28, 2019 1:29 am
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Human form -
Iiliya clocks in at about five foot four, and although her numerical weight is largely unknown, she doesn't seem to weight any more or any less than what would be considered healthy for her height and build. The septborn is finely muscled through her arms and torso, and more heavily muscled in her thighs-- presumably from spear fighting and hunting. She is fairly busty, and has a distinct silhouette and shape. Her face is scar free, unlike a majority of her body which holds scars that tell stories of battles and other nightmares. Most of them decorate her arms ( a trained eye could spot them as defensive wounds ), her chest, and her abdomen-- a few of which even look surgical.
Iiliya's face is thin, and sharply featured; which is only accentuated by the makeup she almost always wears. Her eyes are heavily lashed, and the irises are a brilliant gold with flecks of darker copper inside them. The pupils resemble something more akin to ovals than circles or slits, and the eyes themselves are slightly slanted which makes her high cheekbones pop. Her eyebrows are perfectly shaped to fit her eyes. The septborn's lips are full, and almost always covered in a black are naturally tinted a dark black color that is hard to obtain even with cosmetics. Behind those lips, Iiliya resembles her sept's totem animal more than a human. The woman's jaw detatches to lengthen to an inhuman angle much like that of a reptile. Her teeth, her canines in particular, are replaced by hyperdemic fangs perfect for delivering her venom. Her tongue, instead of a normal mundane shape, is exactly like that of a snake.
The female's ears of are a more prominent pointed shape, and decorating her forehead and temples is a glittering, scale like pattern that glimmers like mica. Her skin is an unnatural pale color, and the veins that carry her blood are visible in certain spots.
Natural Form-
In her natural form, from the tip of her head to the end of her tail Iiliya clocks in at about seven feet and ten inches, and her weight increases dramatically. The muscles in her abdomen become much more prominent, but the musculature in her arms stays roughly the same. Decorating her tail, all the way up to her hips are rows of shimmering scales as black as the night. These scales travel up her sides, and across her breasts; leaving her back and stomach bare. These same scales decorate her arms from the bicep down, terminating in to claw like structures at her fingers that are wicked sharp. Her hair lengthens, becoming a wavy mass of white locks that stops at at least her lower back. In this form, her scars are more evident, especially on the scaled areas of her body like her tail; obsidian scales missing, replaced instead by pale white flesh where blades had carved her skin.
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Bold, sharp, commanding— that is Iilya’s personality. She takes no s**t and knows what she wants. She strongly believes females are the strongest sex of any race and hates that the world outside her bubble is vastly male oriented. Iilya is very detail-oriented and observant, much like the animal of her sept she is meticulous. Details mean the difference between eating and starving, details are everything.
Iilya has an explosive aggression that no one is safe from, not even children. When angered, she strikes hard and fast whether it be words or weapons. Her intelligence makes her quiet adept at a different type of venom from her fangs, and due to her laziness, the metaphorical venom is the one more often used. She finds a thrill in stripping people of their mental armors and walls and laying them emotionally naked and trembling under her sharp gaze. Her sadistic tendencies to wound other people have caused her to live a lonely lifestyle.
She lives, packs, and travels for one; she doesnt make friends and she’s never known her parents. Bonds, outside of a purely physical or business standpoint, are not a thing Iilya does. You cant be crushed by loneliness if you’ve never known anything different. Iilya’s soft spot is deeply hidden behind her aggressive personality and she tends to not show her calmer side; a predator must be feared, after all.
Once you get under her skin, Iilya can be a mild-mannered and even somewhat gentle person. Getting there requires having the courage to stick around, however. When unwinding Iilya likes spas, specifically hot springs. She tends to spend her time outside of the public eye and in her natural form, only returning back to her human form when around others.
Iilya secretly dreams of a familial life, but buries it deeply behind anger and alcoholism. Should she slip up and form a relationship, her fears of becoming a weaker predator cause her to almost immediately self-sabotage it. Its worked well enough for her so far.
Fearstab Becoming prey, commitment, deep deep water
History -
Iilya was once a normal girl, living a normal life in Kirigakure no Sato, the Hidden Mist Village with some level of repute. In her youth the mizukage at the time, Inka, was known as a righteous man who thought only of his people and, truth be told, Iilya had a bit of a crush on him. Not in the way of love (maybe?), but of idolatry. He represented what she wanted to do with her life, to be: a helper, someone who could bring to others what she received from him. This was perfectly sane and logical, with her Sept backing her choice as something they viewed as traditionally female, and as such the leadership of her family paid handsomely for her to join the Shinobi academy to learn the arts of the Medic.
Then he came.
The crystal curse took Inka one night, or so the story went, and the next morning an emergency vote was cast to bring someone else into the fold of lordship. From the masses was selected a young man named Hesrik, a willowy fellow who looked comickly thin and had an offputting nature that suited well the Mizukage before Inka, Jack Snipe. Not that she knew him, mind, but the rumors and whispers compared the two quite easily. His nature was to be soft spoken, considerate, and careful, something that struck at odds to Inka who was known for thinking and acting quickly, usually finding some heroic way out of a predicament with the greatest good done.
He unsettled her.
Going through the academy wasn't a breeze, nor was it difficult. It was something that she attacked methodically, and as such earned many accolades from her supervisors and instructors for having a clinical approach to all things scientific and medical. It was what they believed was necessary for this field, and she had it in spades, even if her grades weren't top notch. As time passed and her studies became more than a typical shinobi's Iilya graduated from the academy and was, of all things, assigned a Jonin rank near immediately. This caused quite a stir in her Sept, who believed something was amiss, but they did not speak against it and instead showed support. She would be assigned to the Mizukage himself, after all, to be an apprentice!
Her father was the only one who pulled her aside and whispered something to her, something that she was meant to keep hidden: Hesrik had another name, one long forgotten, one not even her Father knew. All he knew was that he'd seen Hesrik before in his youth, before his academy days, and that not one day had been aged on his face since that day. Something was wrong with the Mizukage but her father had no say in anything about village politics, and so he warned her now.
Tutelage under Hesrik was...odd. As an instructor he was sublime, able to patiently and effortlessly finding challenges for her that always pushed her just a bit further in her studies and always supporting every idea that she had. Even ones she knew he must have known to be foolish, as shown by the complete lack of expression when it came to learning of her failures. Always he pushed her on, but she noticed there was something else to him. For days at a time he would vanish, leaving her to make decisions in his stead, only to return as if nothing had happened. Sometimes she caught him talking to himself, and worse, there were times something unseen responded in tongues that caused her soul to shrivel.
Then the day happened that she found something she shouldn't have. Something that changed the entire dynamic between the two.
After listening to your father's words once more in her mind she set off to explore the tower she lived in when Hesrik took his leave. Searching in his bedroom, his office, and even his personal bathroom, she found a small sigil burned into the bottom of a drawer, hidden beneath a false bottom, and only a small amount of chakra was needed to activate it. A blur and scream later found Iilya in a dark, forbidding place, somewhere she'd never been before. Beside her was a medical bed, an operating table with some careful sheets arranged to separate the body upon it from the cold surface below. Approaching she found a young male laying pale upon the bed, strapped down across chest and legs with but a single arm outside.
As she approached his eyes snapped open beneath shaggy blonde hair, twin orbs that glowed unnaturally the color of rotted slime. Yellow and green warred within those irises, and the pupils were pricks as they focused upon her. He didn't speak, only watched her, and then his free arm moved. That action brought Iilya's gaze to the limb and she jumped back in fright.
Where his arm should have been lay a black and twisted monstrosity, an amber sack that reflected the color of his eyes pulsing where his pectoral should have been. The thing looked to belong to some demonic being, not this boy who looked barely into his teens. She raised her hand to approach, hoping to help him, when something long and thin, resembling spider webs, fell around her like some sort of sparkling net.
Before she could move they constricted around her, encasing her in little strange that hummed in such a way that she could have sworn they were laughing. She was turned with incredible force and lifted off of the earth, bound tighter than any hog she'd ever seen, and came face to face with a ghastly sight. Before her stood Hesrik, a gaping hole in his chest where the very things that bound her seemed to spring. His expression was emotionless as always, but for a moment she detected...disappointment? It hardly mattered as she fought to scream, for within his chest there lay no hearts, just writhing tendrils that bore toothed maws that chomped and squelched at her as she watched.
"You've made a mistake," He began, his expression unchanging as he raised a single hand and began to weave glyphs in the air, something that only he appeared capable of doing in the village. As he finished his hand waving there was a fump as air displaced behind her, though she couldn't tell from what. "You won't understand. Not really. Not yet. I will show you, however. You will see that which waits for us, and why I do as I do." With that he cast her backwards, falling into eternal blackness. She was flung into Hell.
Those memories are fragmented, sharp, shattered bits that made little to no sense. Perhaps for the best, given what she could recall gave her nightmares for years. When she was dragged out it was to a cell filled with enough light that she could not conceivably cast a shadow, and there she remained, for the first time unable to control her form and falling back into her Septborn State. Something no one, least of all Hesrik, had ever seen outside her Sept.
However long it was didn't matter. When her sanity became her's he was there, sitting in a chair, legs crossed as he stared at her with those bottomless black eyes. Where once she saw emptiness she now saw hunger. Where his expression was empty she now saw consideration. Where once she trusted his words she now second guessed. Whatever he had done was so profound that Iilya could pinpoint the changes with startling accuracy. The part of her that was optimistic was gone, a scar upon her soul. She was damaged in ways that she to this day still doesn't understand, but it changes who she was as a person, and became who she is now.
Hesrik still never explained who the boy was, only that he was vital to defeat what lay within the darkness she experienced. He wasn't the only one she'd soon find who had fallen in with Hesrik's schemes, as evidenced by the enormous structure of cells she found hidden away in the dark. Just where they were also never got explained, only that it bore no windows and no signs of entrance or exit save for the glyph in the main room. There, guarded by the very boy with his twisted arm.
Perhaps out of desperation, or just out of the lack of a soul she now felt lost to her, Iilya began to help Hesrik. Whatever his evil, twisted designs if it meant guarding against what she experienced she would give anything. She surrendered her secrets about her kind. An Teaglach. The Family. Family no more, as she couldn't bare to face them after all she did in those dark halls.
The only good that came from it was meeting the blond boy. She learned early on that his name was Servus, but that he was not to be treated as anything but a subject for testing. Something to do with his arm. She was in charge of bathing him, feeding him, treating him after every test. A ritual, one she had to perform as he lay bound in place, never changing. He never spoke, and she liked to think he understood that she didn't mean him harm. It wasn't until Hesrik told her to wipe her face that she realized every time she worked on him she wept silently.
This continued for years until a stir in Kirigakure began. Word of missing civilians, strange creatures in the night and strange happenings across the land began to turn the tides of the village against him. How long it had been...Iilya couldn't say. But when she at last came out of her seclusion it was to find the world a very changed place, one where her family compound was in ruin and hadn't been touched in what must have been decades. The last memory she had before the end was watching a crowd of people storming off towards Hesrik who stood before a mighty boy with an enormous blade in both hands. The Mizukage boor a strange book in his hands, one that looked strangely familiar, but before she could ponder further the boy with the sword screamed "No!" in a voice filled with panic before a blinding flash took place.
Now she awoke, centuries later given the appearance in the sky, and some of that melancholy she felt before had fallen away. Perhaps being free of that tyrants darkness allowed her to return herself to the world of the living, but a more bitter and depressed individual than before.
Posted: Sun Dec 29, 2019 5:28 pm
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Race: An Teaghlach / Snake Sept
• Unlike an Teaghlach Clann, those born of the Septs are born in a hybrid Phased state. Their Phasing is centralized on the concept of repressing their hybrid forms to become human-like in their appearance. This transformation is something inherently learned by an Teaghlach born of a Sept after their tenth year of life. Suppressing, or becoming, the Phased form takes two [2] Activations, unless done during a bout of Phase Madness, in which case it takes no time at all. While phased, ten [10] Stamina is kept hostage and cannot be used, or recovered, until returned to their birth state. While within their human form the Septborn will receive only half of the benefits their Phasing grants, as they are truly unable to separate themselves from the beast entirely. • Styles and Talents that have a more animal-like approach to combat, such as savagery or calling on an animal for representation, may be learned at a one [1] post reduction. • All Septborn have physical features of one variety or another that hints at their true appearance while in human form. These can be minor, or major, and can be both above and below the flesh. Each member of An Teaghlach gains one [1] Animal Attribute, which follows the sames rules and limitations as Tamer Attributes.
• All Teaghlach Bloodline members begin play with a Proficiency in a natural weapon, such as claws, fangs, etc. If a Teaghlach Sept does not have a natural weapon, such as some types of Aquatics, than a weapon may be selected that is closest to the natural weapon in design. • To an animal that matches the Totem of the Septborn a member of the Sept "reads" as an "alpha". While this allows some to be cowed, or made into allies, this can also insight some animals or beasts into a frenzy. • As denizens of the natural world, all Bloodline members receive a two [1] point increase to their Foraging Skill. This increases to two [2] points at C - rank and three [3] points at A - rank. • Kin Sense → All Bloodline members are able to supernaturally detect other members of an Teaghlach, as well as whether they are of a Sept or Clann. The range limit is five hundred [500] meters, though it only allows them to sense the presence at this range, and does not pinpoint. Personal Attributes and Disciplines may be utilized to make this more accurate at shorter distances. • Phasing Advantage → Phasing from one form to another provides a temporary benefit decided upon by the Sept that an Teaghlach member is a part of. • Brood Creation → A member of an Teaghlach Bloodline bears within them a form of Magic Disease that latches onto the genetic structure of others and transforms them into a sub-creature, called a Clann member. The methodology of transmission, and what happens to them, will be described within the clans themselves.
Physical Benefits ►
→ [+2] Mana → Reptiles are a cold blooded lot, and as such need warmth nearly constantly. Heat based terrains, and techniques that inflict damage through heat exhaustion, are lessened by one [1] step. In exchange, effects from incredible cold are increased by one [1] rank. → All Reptile Septborn receive an E - ranked natural Defense, with a scale of five [5]. This represents the toughness of their flesh and regenerates every time a sleeping recovery is completed.
Lunar Phase ► Waning Crescent Transmission Method ► Venom Phase Benefits ► All reptiles are known for their tough skin. For the next two posts [2], the natural Defense of the Septborn is increased to C - rank.
Personal Attributes:
• Blighteater: Working as a trained medic and medium during the last days of Kirigakure was horrific, but nothing more so than having to treat the unfortunate victims of the Mizukage’s experiments. After a nightmarish event that brought Iiliya into the Echoes and exposed her to the crushing blackness of the Hell there she found that her digestion was…different. Now she has learned how to consume that Corruption in another being and digest it, much as she would food, by sucking the corruption through their eyes, mouths, or other orifices into the body, temporarily increasing her regeneration abilities by one step [1] per three [3] points of Corruption consumed. Blighteater allows her to pull out and consume two [2] points of Physical, Spiritual, or Mental Corruption per post of doing so. This causes slight discomfort or major pain, depending on the length of time it takes to suck it out. • Mothership: Grants the ability for Iiliya to use her powers as a Medium to enchant up to three [3] additional items of the exact same nature and allow them all to collectively count as one [1] possessed object. There is no additional cost as long as they are the exact same. If they are not the exact same the cost is doubled for each item combined, with compounding costs. • Grants 3 Additional Evo Points.
EXP Rank: D-rank tabEXP → 925
Classes:
Medium
Investor - Fury
A Fury is the embodiment of the negative forces of creation. Where the Shaman deals with elemental sprites and beings of the natural world, and the Channeler speaks and channels the power of those who have passed beyond, the Fury instead reaches for the most dangerous of forces. Called Fades by many who study them, the Fury reaches out to the creatures born of negative emotion and death from a place called the Echoes, or the Darkness Plane by some. These Fades are those who have done terrible things in life, and corrupt the world they come in contact with. The Rituals to summon a Fade often require blood sacrifice, or pain, and these spirits come with twisted, horrifying visages. However, their ability to summon beings of power mirror those of the Shaman. When summoning a Fade to fill the shikigami a Fury generates a number between one and one hundred [1 - 100] to determine the strength of the Fade that inhabits it. [1 - 30] grants an E - ranked Fade. [31 - 60] will summon a C - rank, while [61-80] brings forth a B - rank Fade. A - ranks are summoned at [81 - 95], and the most powerful of Fades are summoned at [96 - 100], as they are S - rank in strength. The Fade that is summoned can only be of the element the Fury possesses, and a number is generated equal to the number of elements possessed (excluding Maruton) to determine which element it is. This includes combination elements through bloodlines.These creatures are by far the most difficult to control due to their crazed and violent nature, but come with extra abilities for it, often times displaying abilities that warp the world around them. In exchange for this insanity the Fury opens their body to the power of the Echoes, granting one [1] Physical, Mental, or Spiritual Corruption for every five [5] summons they complete, the type of which is determined by the Fade that is summoned. At each twenty [20], the Fury gains one [1] random Affliction, but upon death there one [1] step increase in the chance to rise as an Undead. See above for more details.
