#nozari

Crusader- (W) They/them Unknown Shapeshifter

Lisbeth Ageglass (U) She/her Kaldheim Human

Hound of Greay- (B) She/Her Kamigawa Horror 

Rotek Alviizz- (R) He/him liszt human

Mother Nature (G) She/her Unknown Giant

Nozari Zezzin (WU) She/her Zendikar Merfolk

Artemia Falkenrath (UB) She/her Innistrad Vampire

Lopin Ovdrek (RG) She/her Unknown Centaur werewolf 

Candle, The black Sheep (RB) He/him Kylem Azra

Dodger (GW) He/him Theros Badger

Ophelia Visogni (UG) She/her Theros Satyr

Teague Rastin (GB) He/him Half-elf/troll Mirrodin

Meiyo Henkawa (WB) He/him Dominaria changeling 

Alexander Canigula Hansen (RU) He/him Ravnica Human

Bryce Honegachi (RW) He/him Skeleton-human

Kanae Megumi Hatoshifu (UBR) She/her Moonfolk 

Lavi Ersaj (UBW) He/him Unknown Human

Samger Henkawa-Nadezha (UWR) She/her Kaladesh Human

Tugovar (RWB) He/him Jund Viashino

Marion Nietsian (BUG) She/her Unknown Cyclops 

Unknown basically means I haven’t found a good plane for them to start on. Now, for basic overview.

Crusader is a shapeshifter from long dead plane who can shift their body into weapons and then remove them from their body. They can also amplify the durability of any weapon or armor they touch. Crusader is the closest to a guardian for chromascope (talking about that around lavi)

Lisbeth was born on Kaldheim, believed to be the cure to the unending winter but only lived to be an accelerator for it. Her magic is cryomancy and she is dating Marion. Her job in chromascope is primarily information gathering and quarantining planes or sections as needed. 

Hound sparked when she was going to be sacrificed to a massive oni group, barely alive. Now, she kills as cruelly as the oni and as quickly as them. Her magic is flesh and shadow manipulation, allowing her to turn her kills into anything she needs at the moment. 

Rotek is gonna get his full lore around when i dump liszt info (soon, i promise) but his magic is the animation of anything he creates along with immortality connected to his artwork. 

Mother nature is a massive being, even among giant standards. Her body was modified by creatures she can’t recall. As such, she is partially inhabited by mana fueled insects that, due to being part of her, can travel with her between planes. She can also manipulate her own size, making herself even bigger if needed. 

Nozari Zezzin sparked around the whole crashing of sea gate and frankly didn’t take it that well. As well as this, moments after she sparked, Alexander landed in front of her on death’s door. Her magic focuses on bubbles that seal enemies, items or effects. 

Artemia is a freshly turned vampire as of the events of eldritch moon. Her magic is basically eldrazi distortion and she has hardly any real control over her magic. All or nothing bb. 

Lopin had a happy spark about finally finishing her whole druid training but sadly landed on the worst plane in the multiverse for happy sparking, innistrad! She’s a werewolf now! Everything is not fine!

Candle is a big sexy azra who likes using his club. He also has a big ol’ kanobo that can transform into a pipe. His magic is turning shadows into more real things so two for one twink fight.

Dodger is badger. That’s it.

Ophelia is a satyr seer from theros. She sparked upon seeing the whole theros highlights, landed on ravnica and had a vision about war of the spark. Thankfully, she walked to zendikar after and nothing bad ever happened on zendikar.

Teague is a survivor of vorinclex trying to snap him in half and now ventures the multiverse. He’s currently settled down on a plane with his new girlfriend.

Meiyo is an assassin born in lorwyn but more associated with kamigawa. He’s currently chilling on kamigawa with his family and praying nothing bad happens. 

Alexander was an izzet guild mage that seemed to be rising in the ranks. Up until he heard a boros soldier was going to shove his hand into a frostburn solution. Pro tip: don’t drink frostburn solution, you’ll die or spark. 

Bryce is still being converted from motw to mtg so wait on that.

Kanae is everyone’s favorite pirate bun who steals hearts, gold and your weapons. She’ll blow you a kiss as your ship sinks. She thinks planeswalking is a one time thing so she’s chilling on ixalan still. 

Lavi is my self insert and will only really be mentioned in passing. 

Samger has been adopted by meiyo and aja and is on kamigawa. She doesn’t know about war of the spark. Please don’t tell her. 

Tugovar speaks in third person, aims for the crotch and likes metal more than people. You may not treat tugovar as a god, but you will fear him as a god.

Most planeswalkers would have servants, assistants or little creatures to help them with work. Not me, the most overworked walker that I know off. Now, I could spawn a large amount of spotters to try to help but without any form of appendages to write with or mouths to speak with, they wouldn’t get far. You would think I’d have some sort of plan for this but it seems as though my forward thinking is complete and utter-

“Lavi? I can never tell if you can hear me on this. The job is done. What’s next?” The voice came through one of the many spotters that floated about my room like palm-sized dust mites. Based on both the feminine, almost siren like, voice and the spotter’s form being extremely similar to a goldfish, it seemed to be Nozari. Thank god. I sat at my desk and the fish spotter floated atop the desk to eye level. It bounded in front of my face as I rested it inside of my hands.

“Well, step one is getting off the plane but if you’ve already done that, I’ll send you a bit of money within a few days. Your next job is finding a certain planeswalker. His title is the Immortal and he was last spotted on Tarkir. Quite tall, probably missing some skin at this point, hard to miss.”

“Tarkir? Can’t say I’ve heard of that…”

“Wonderful. It's a terrible plane. Tons of dragons, lots of fire, lightning, poison and many things that don’t like merfolk or would assume you are an overgrown bass that has learned to walk on two feet.”

“Why am I being sent there exactly?”A sigh followed her question and her voice was full of disdainful annoyance. Not that out of the ordinary for her to be entirely honest.

“I can send Alexander if you prefer.” She made a gagging sound, presumably nodded and signed off. Not a second too soon, if you ask me. Her and Alexander were some of my assistants. Well, I say assistants but they are more like mercenaries. I pay them coin, they find concerning planeswalkers and deal with them. Nozari is non-lethal and Alexander is… Alexander. Now I can hopefully make some headway on these papers-

“Lavi~ Guess who’s here to do some fun stuff today!” A masculine yet flamboyant voice that sounded like wet paint being thrown across a canvas came from the main hall. Another spotter, this one with the same colors as bird who live in paradise, came close and it seemed to be one of my least favorite generals. I tossed on robes that seemed ill-suited to the current heat and stepped out of my mess of a study.

The window blinds were half-closed, letting fragments of the sunrise come through. Songbird calls mixed with footsteps filled the wide hallway as I trotted to the main hall. The man, who has already decided to redecorate one of the walls of the room, was wearing fluorescent clothing, that had the closest description as a rainbow that vomited on a tailor’s workshop, and hair the color of dying fall leaves. The painting, if you could really call his art style ‘painting’, was a horrendous rendition of two merfolk and a high-class woman messing about in his latest experiment. The closest thing to a greeting that we exchanged was a half-nod and a sigh from myself.

“To what do I owe the pleasure today, Rotek?” I only just realized that I sounded like a sick frog that cannibalized a smaller one. Hopefully, he doesn’t mind if a spotter ran about to fetch a glass of water for me. Without even turning to face me, he spoke like I was an audience of twenty.

“The experiment went wonderfully! There were no major deaths. Three walkers came in and they all left. Two seemed quite normal and the third seemed a bit…” He dabbed his brush on the regal looking doodle, that was partially on my artwork. My new artwork. It cost close to three weeks of work. Wonderful. The sound of shattering glass from the direction of where I sent the spotter made this conversation all the better. My hand was reaching for the bridge of my nose as I spoke.

“Did you get names or are you here to showboat?” I could feel my eyes rolling into the back of my skull as I spoke. Rotek might be useful for his knowledge and magic but his… artistic freedoms made things like diplomacy, discussions and basic talking like pulling teeth. He spun on his heels, tossing a letter from his breast pocket at my flailing arms. Barely caught it as well. Why do people throw so many things at me. They know I can’t catch.

“I know your whole deal is peace and the prevention of disasters so think of this as an invitation to my next art piece.” His voice was much more somber now, almost sad to speak of the thing that gave him the most passion. I tore open the note and flipped it out, skimming across it. In large bolded letters, it said ‘The Destruction of Ravnica. Performed by an elder dragon. Watch as I paint the final moments of the most populated plane of the multiverse.’ Several of the spotters floated around the note, desperate to get so much as a glance at it. With a soft breath, the note became blank and wasted away in my grasp.

“You’re helping someone destroy a plane!” I spoke with the anger of a dragon that was woken by a farmer after sleeping for millennia. The heat on my face most likely made me look like a tomato, or a pyromancer. Same thing really.

“Capitalising on what will happen, really. I can’t stop it nor can any of the others. I’d suggest you get your friends to help evacuate or, more likely, work with some of the walkers there. No reason for that many sparks to be extinguished.” He had no enjoyment in his voice. His brush was thrown to the floor, spilling paint across the tiles. His artwork was melting off as well. I need to control my temper better.

“Fine. Keep this a secret from the other generals then. No reason to get Ice or Shadow excited about a plane dying.” My hand was glued to my nose bridge and a thumping sensation was deepening in my temples. Rotek patted me on the shoulder and disappeared with a rainbow light following his exit. My disappointment is immeasurable and my day is now ruined, suffice to say.

The normal rhythm I kept with my steps become erratic and the space around me shifted, warped and fragments came out of focus. I heard stories that something like this would happen but I was hoping, no, praying they were just rumors. What used to be a wall became a time-worn veranda with ivy growths burgeoning beneath the posts. Several spotters floated towards me with concerned visages. The goldfish led the pack and I dragged it by the tail to my desk. A haze came over the eye that took up most of its body and I decided to speak first.

“Nozari, forget the other mission. Find Alexander. I need to talk to you both.” My words were rushed. Something was welling up in my throat and a sickness flooded my stomach. The floater I sent, what felt like years ago, returned with a bottle of sparkling cherry juice. It took hardly any seconds to drink several fingers worth.

“What? What about the immortal? I’m not gonna abandon this mission!”

“The Immortal can wait. It's not like he’ll die anytime soon!” Some papers became dotted with droplets from the neck of the bottle. I cursed under my breath. That’s even more things to fix.

“Shouldn’t I just come there? Why can’t you say it now? I have plans later you know! I finally found a cute dress that fit!” She did mention something about a cute girl earlier. Explains why she’s been more relaxed recently. Or anxious. I think both is the answer. She’s a bit more of a mess than me.

“You bring yourself and Alexander here after your plans then. I won’t force you to do your job but keep in mind: you swore to help me protect planes and right now, I think your possible lover would understand a canceling.” The strangest thing about Nozari’s knowledge of languages was that she could be annoyed in all of them and curse like a sailor in most of them. They all sound beautiful as well. Perhaps merfolk have- Introspection into the different races of the multiverse can wait after the problem is fixed.

“Fine! I’ll be there tomorrow with the problem child! You owe me something other than money for canceling this date though!”

“Would a pearl necklace suffice? An associate got fresh batch of chocolate ones during a trip to Ixalan.”

“Oh dear Kosi. Its that bad?”

“Horrendous is a better term in my opinion.” The faked joyfulness I spoke with seemed like a different flavor of sarcasm and she noticed.

“Any idea where he is?” My silence was more than enough of an answer. With a groan, she hung up. Well, hung up is the wrong word. She smacked the spotter on her end which ended its transmission. They are small but quite durable. I think that’s her favorite way to end our little talks.  Fifty times ended in that way now. Anyway.

My hands were already massaging my skull. The droning in the back of my mind was a voracious woodpecker that just ended a fast. A growling came from the sick that slept in my stomach. This is the worst day of my life. And I almost died! To be fair, who hasn’t really. Planeswalkers are strange. The drink helped to an extent so, I couldn’t blame the situation on a lack of caffeine or sugar. Sleep was always an excuse but I don’t wish to sound like a broken record. I need food. A distraction. Something.

Knocking came from the door. A rarity would be an understatement. Something that no one has ever done before would be more fitting. I creaked open the door, whose rusted screeching made the throbbing of my skull even worse, and saw the chubby, blonde hair-framed face of Lisbeth greeting me.

“You alright, hun? Rotek said to leave you alone but you’re a bit looking pale.” Her smile was the only warm part about her. Her clothing and personality were normally cold but around me and some of the other generals, she acted like a concerned mother. Why did Rotek even talk to her? I thought fire and ice don’t mix. I fake coughed a bit to make it seem I was stable.

“Everything is fine. If you bought anything, leave it at the door. I’m busy.” I said with clear irritation in my voice. It seems the frog in my throat became an annoyed toad at this point. She chuckled a bit and dropped a basket of what smelled like mouth watering baked bread. She said something along the lines of ‘call me when you’re better’ but the migraine become worse from the scent of the bread. Why does she always bring me food?