Hail To The King

In Character; Canon Character;

Desired Character:Myron Alexius

Series: Magi

Age:20

Family Status:Pauper

Job: Bounty Hunter

Residence: Currently homeless

Personality: Myron is actually somewhat calm, until she goes into battle. She’s intelligent and apt at creating successful strategies, something that greatly aids her in her field of work. She doesn’t want the Fanalis to be seen as such a savage race for her brother’s sake, but even she can’t deny the fact that the rush of battle is…well, infectious. While she isn’t quite at RohRoh’s level, she has been known to become rather psychotic during fights, such as declaring the enemy as prey. She also isn’t known for her compassion, as she was rather cold in regards to Titus’s wish to live.

Despite this, Myron is very caring toward her brother, as he is the only family she has left. In regards to others, she can sometimes be rather callous, but she is generally rather civil. 

Background: Born a slave, it was Myron and her older brother for as long as she could remember. Born as half-Fanalis, they were immediately looked down upon. Their parents died early on in their childhood through an accident. Myron barely remembers them, however, but she does remember that her mother’s hugs were very warm. But after that, life fell down on their shoulders, forcing them to bear a terrible burden.

At their age, they were expected to take over all the chores their parents had, as well as the ones they usually performed. Cleaning, gathering water, feeding and caring for the animals…Every day she went to bed with aching muscles. Even if her mixed blood granted her enhanced strength, it was still a tough way of life. Especially since by the time they finished their chores, it was late at night, and they’d have to be up before the sun rose the next morning.

It was miserable, but she stuck with it, if only because her brother was there beside her. It was always just the two of them, sticking together. If anything, it only brought them closer as siblings, but it gradually became more than the two could handle—especially as her brother was pulled away for things such as gladiator fights. 

Their time together became less and less, which made Myron work even harder in an effort to be able to see her brother more often—but it was only for small portions of time a day.

And then eventually, the day came where she didn’t meet him. He was gone. First, she panicked, asking everyone he could find, but no one had an answer. At first, she feared that he had been killed in a match. In her despair, she began to slip in her duties, earning the ire of her master. 

Finally, a letter came—one she almost didn’t receive. Her brother was alive, adopted by a noble family. He would try his hardest to come back for her, and in the meantime, he encouraged her to escape. That was all the incentive she needed. That night, she plotted her escape, and when midnight fell, she unleashed the monstrous side of herself that she had always hidden for the sake of her brother.

By the time the sun rose, she was far, far away from the estate. She arrived in Delumine that afternoon, deciding that she would live here, making a name for herself in the hopes news would eventually reach her brother and they would reunite as soon as possible.

RP Sample: She didn’t like horses. She was fairly sure they didn’t like her either. They probably saw her as a predator. Might as well have been. Still, her brother was encouraging her, and she didn’t want to let him down. She was probably about eleven—that’s what her brother said, and she believed everything he told her. 

He helped her onto the horse’s back after he’d calmed it down. He always was better around them. The moment she was seated, the horse took off. It was apparently not happy to have a rider as it galloped and bucked, every attempt it could to make the girl fall off. 

Myron’s grip on the reins slipped and the next buck sent her flying. She hit the ground, the air rushing from her lungs. She vaguely heard her brother calling to her, rushing to her side. But her blood was boiling. Her entire frame shook as she rose to her feet, her eyebrow twitching. “You fucking shit!” She hissed. “I’ll fucking kill you!” 

Basic Information:

Name: Rohroh

Series: Magi

Age: 29 years old

Family Status: Pauper

Job: Unemployed - Ex-slave

Residence: Homeless on Cross Street

Personality: 

Rohroh is a very aggressive person, easy to lose his temper and react to anyone who is pushing him to do so. He always seems to bite the bait when it comes to fights and arguments, and often gets in trouble by doing so. He always acts before he thinks, and doesn’t think of the consequences until later on once he has done the said thing. He can be very sensitive with his past- especially being called a slave, an he can sometimes use his strength fully when he doesn’t mean to, hurting people he doesn’t intend to hurt like Mu.

He doesn’t tend to like noblemen, and is often seen being rude to them whenever he is spoken to by one. He is also only loyal to the right person, and when that person rove worthy of his loyalty, Rohroh will do anything for them. When he harms them by accident, he tends to panic and make sure that they are alright, feeling guilty about ding so.

Despite Rohroh being such a monster who has an aggression problem, he can feel sympathy when it is needed, and can be caring to the people he cares for, doing all he can to protect them.

Background:

Rohroh was born into a family with a older sister and his mother and father living happily in their small family home. That was until they were found and captured to become slaves due to their species. All of his family had been taken away by these men, and despite trying to save his family or at least his sister his efforts proved to be in vain as he was split up from them, taken by three strangers.

He fought and he fought but his efforts didn’t seem to work as he was taken to his new home, taken there as a young child. He was scared and cried, but no-one tended to him. He wanted his mother, father and sister, and continuously looked for them in this area, not being able to find them anywhere. Shackles were placed upon his wrists and ankles, and was taken away to be sold to a nobleman to work in his house He didn’t understand what was going on being so young, but he was sold fr a high price to a teenage male who screamed wealth just by looking at him.

Starting his new life here at his new home, Rohroh was placed within a place that felt like a prison, surrounded with bars and placed within chains and shackles. Still crying for his mother due to him still being so young, Rohroh remained to himself in the corner, having to be dragged out whenever he was wanted. He still fought their grasps however, but it often lead in him  being beaten with whips until he bled and left there to bleed.

One day when Rohroh had turned 10 years old, the owners was in a rather foul mood, and Rohroh refused to go anywhere with his subordinates. His master entered the cage and slashed his face with a knife, carving into it until it bared his teeth. He was then whipped viciously before being dragged out and taken to work, despite his injuries. He worked hard that day, and then began to do what he was told, forgetting about stubborn for a while, but that fire burned within his heart and he knew that one day he was going to escape to find his family.

With the constant beatings and torturing that he had received whenever his master was bored or angry, Rohroh had grown resistant to pain and suffering, and simply took them as if they were nothing, holding back his pain and his cries. He grew angry with the world because no-one would help him, and grew up to become a rather angry and aggressive person, growling at people whenever they even dared intimidating him.

When he had grown to the age of 15, Rohroh became his master’s favourite slave, and was often chosen to accompany him to meetings and other business affairs and despite hating such things, Rohroh went there to pick up on different behaviours and perhaps pick up a way to get free from this bastard… And one day that day came…. Many years later.

It took him up until he was 29 to  break free, and that was only because he could hear death and fighting outside as well as his master in disarray within his living quarters. Being a Fanalis had its advantages, and this was one of them! He managed to break his shackles after half an hour of pulling and tugging at them, and broke through the wall. Despite being so exhausted, Rohroh ran as far as he could, haring anyone who dared get in his way. When he was passing through one of the streets, Rohroh stole a rag from one of the washing lines and ran to the back alleys, knowing that it was his best bet right now since he could use them as an escape route.

Unsure what to do, Rohroh decided to keep to himself as he plot his life out, trying to figure out what to do for a living, knowing all too well that his facial scar, as well as his intimidating appearance and lack of wealth was going to pull him down every time.

RP Sample:

In Character; Canon Character;

Desired Character:Botan

Series:Donten Ni Warau

Age:Around 600 23

Family Status:Middle/Working Class

Job: Teacher in the Church of Delumine

Residence:Cross Street

Personality: 

Botan, is a very straight forward woman, not liking to hide her real motives. Her actions are usually for her own benefit but, they are usually in the benefit of others as well as, she finds it hard to not help others who need her. Botan is also a strong believer in equality, not wanting men to objectify her, claiming that she is not a “prize to be sought.” She is often described as someone with sincere emotions who has a strong conviction and pride in her work.

Botan also prefers quiet atmospheres so she can stop and think clearly without distractions. With this, brings her desire to do her duty- as a Shikigami, it’s her duty to seal the Orochi as quickly as possible. Botan also enjoys her solidarity, not wanting to make too many relationships with people who won’t understand when she leaves, meaning she is often cold unintentionally.

Background: 

Botan has never been human, she is a Shikigami of one of the biggest clans of the East. The only time she is summoned is when the Cursed Orochi is rising back to power however, 300 years ago, the sealing went wrong. The Orochi ate the spell, along with several swords meaning that, sealing it in the future would be impossible.

So, when the Orochi returned 300 years later, Botan was summoned but, she was useless. So, instead of staying in the East, she travelled west in order to find a way to slay the Orochi indefinitely. However, her trip West wasn’t as easy as she thought it would be, for instance, she had no idea of where to start.

However, during her travels, she heard of a place called Delumine where the king was kind, wise and well versed in his mythology. Deciding that that was the best place to start, Botan started to head towards Delumine thinking that she had maybe found the answer she was looking for. But, once she arrived, she heard the news. The King was dead and so was her hope of finding a way to slay the Orochi.

RP Sample: 

Slipping off the saddle, Botan landed on her two feet with a thud in front of the Church. Patting the brown furred horse, tender fingers tied the reigns to the post before she left the streets, entering the grand church. With every step, dark purple eyes scanned the surroundings, seeing the stain glass windows glisten as the rays of sun passed through, illuminating the churches cobbled floors.

The town seemed awfully quiet today, everything that seemed off, screamed “BAD OMEN” to the woman but, this place was beautiful and peaceful. Although, that would mean something bad was surely to happen. Walking up to the front of the Church, she searched for someone to talk to- the pastor maybe? It was silent. No one was there. 

All of a sudden, the woman fell to her knee’s, hands clutching her eyes as the bells chimed hastily. Botan was both confused and concerned. It was no where near the next hour meaning, something must have been happening. Standing up, she continued to cover her ears, running out of the church to find people gathering in the streets. They were talking loudly- enough so that she could hear more clearly. 

They were counting the bells. As the bells continued, the faces of the crowd dropped. They were faces of inconsiderable sadness and depression. What on Earth was going on? Turning frantically, Botan tried to find some sort of clue. Seeing the heralds coming from the Castle, everyone was silenced, as if they were waiting for the official word: