#takenskel

THE AZURE ~

NAME. UTP AGE & BIRTH DATE. 500+ SPECIES. Silver Elvhen FACTION. Raiders of the Veiled Sea OCCUPATION. Pirate Captain ( Neptune's Fleet )

The apple of your parent’s eyes, you could do no wrong. And, well, they were right. You were always a bit of a troublemaker, but that was to be expected. You also were a bit of a rampant spirit, wearing your heart on your sleeve and making irrational decisions at times. Like the one that kept you in Taravell. Love, or whatever debilitating word it was, you held onto it. It took you to Caribella, where you decided it would be your home away from home while you were outside of Avalon. You clawed your way to the top, the way you knew you always would have to, until you were finally the captain of your own Armada. It was your pride and joy, your hands stained with the blood of all those you had to step on to make it happen. But you didn’t care. What happened in Caribella, stayed in Caribella. You’d leave your ship in the care of your First Mate before you’d slip back to Avalon, bask in the Light of the Laurelin, then come back and claim your ship. Most gave it back to you, but there were times when they took advantage of your absence. This last time, you came back to a murdered crew, a new leader who had sabotaged everything in your absence standing at the head of your ship. So you did what you had to. Your brutality knew no bounds; you had friends in high places, no one stood a chance. That was the last time you let it happen. And as your twenty years slipped by, as the Light left you, you just hoped that you made the right choice. No one would take anything from you again for as long as you were alive

CONNECTS

THE STARS: The son of the human who took over the ship in their absence. They did not kill The Stars because they were only a child.

NOTES

ABILITY: Force Fields: The ability to create temporary force fields around themselves or objects.

NAME. UTP ( Narcissus ) AGE & BIRTH DATE. 3,000+ & Unknown GENDER & PRONOUNS. Male & He/Him SPECIES. Rift OCCUPATION. UTP. FACE CLAIM. Douglas Booth

BIOGRAPHY

You hadn’t seen this much love in one world since you discovered yourself. Your mother visited a seer when you were born, but it was you who gave a warning to the seer instead. It was said that you would have a long life if you never discovered yourself. Little did they know you would win a staring contest with your own reflection. You were a hunter, but each time you killed an animal, they had to resist the urge to thank you. Roses stopped to smell you. You can kill two stones with one bird. Your garden maze was responsible for more missing persons than the Bermuda Triangle. You once made a weeping willow laugh. You were loved by complete strangers who expected you to just love them in return. Echo, the mountain nymph, and Ameinias, the hunter, spurned because they did not know you. Nemesis, the goddess, lured you to a pool of water. The only reason you were thirsty was because you were curious as to how it felt. Just like your only regret is not knowing what regret feels like.

Destined to love yourself because of a petty god, you faded from existence only to find yourself within Elysium. It was the only place you thought good enough for your presence. You lived alone on a hill, surrounded by the flowers that were named after you, the memory of past lovers that would come and go. If opportunity were to knock and you were not home, opportunity would wait. You could steal thunder’s thunder, and Dionysus knew that. You and he had your fun together, but the god understood the desires of love, and gave you a chance at a life again. Pushed from the veil when it was patched back up, this is your moment to thrive. You live vicariously through yourself. You are the life of parties that you haven’t even attended. You are...the most narcissistic man in the world.

ABILITIES

Immortal.

Can regenerate a person’s life force.

Allure: he automatically charms those he is talking to, and he cannot be interrupted while he’s speaking.

Able to mimic a power of a creature he comes into contact with. 

Has the ability to create a force-field around himself or others.

Silver will burn him. 

         AGE RANGE: 31 //  OCCUPATION: FREELANCE DRAFTSMAN // PRONOUNS: He/him

Fire. You are fire – unstable and unpredictable; dangerous and harmful to those who come close. Your rage is like fire; fire runs in your veins. Raised in wealth and knowing nothing but, it was fire that lit up when your parents passed and you lost all that wealth; forced to become one of the people you so cruelly shunned and evaded years before. You’re left with a home filled with useless things, alone and lonely. Be thankful your servants have stayed, despite your erratic behavior, for without them, you would’ve been driven mad years ago. Your flames burn brightly and it is near impossible to extinguished. But fire can be doused by water – free, utopian, and pure.

Belle – She is water. You are polar opposites, yet there is an intense spark between the two of you. You’ve harmed her father before – something you regret doing what with the recent events – and you only agreed to stop disturbing him if she concedes to visiting you every day. Why is that? You thrive in solitude, yet you want her around you. Perhaps, without you knowing, the beast has finally start to become a man again.

Cogsworth & Lumiere – You shun them like you do with everyone. How can you be so blind? These are the very people who’ve helped you, even when you had nothing. Your hands were empty except for a trace of contempt for the world, yet they stayed by your side, loyal to you beyond anyone’s imagination. It is high time they start earning your appreciation; for not many could learn to love a beast.

How you perplex the Creator. This man has never encountered a character so consumed by his rage and so heavily influenced by his bigotry. You interest him; you confuse him – hence, you earn his partiality. Oh, how he certainly hopes you don’t try to be Belle’s hero and discover what had happened to her father. He would hate to put one of his favorites in Isolation. Keep that fire burning, Beast. Keep the Creator interested.

Bob Morley

THE PATH ~

NAME. UTP AGE & BIRTH DATE. 25+ SPECIES. Witch FACTION. Hidden One OCCUPATION. UTP

Carefree and hotheaded, your Lysaran mother didn’t make it far past the throes of childbirth before she was taken away to the mines. You were hidden, concealed, but magic left a mark and it wasn’t long before the witchers showed up to take her away. Stubborn as the metals your father tempered, your magic came and you felt no shame; fearlessness was your birthright, free as the ravens that circled Hrafntun, wild as the horses that you ran alongside. Unbreakable, even in the mines where you’d end up; this wouldn’t be your first proving ground, or even your last, but the next was in the hills wardened over by the Old Woman in the Mountain. Dead witchers lay behind you, goblins, trolls, and orcs ahead of you. Among them you crept, your self-taught magic sharpening, your abilities growing, and when you laid your blood in your mentor’s phylactery, you felt content wash from the heart of Ymir’s Spine. This was how your world would change, how you’d shift the course of fate to save those like you before they ever needed saving. You didn’t ask questions, a name appeared, your blade followed, and when Aetheron washed magical flames across your homeland, you looked forward to the day when the names of magisters would appear on an unmarked, iron coin.

CONNECTS

N/A

NOTES

TQH: Troupe 1 - Refugee

THE PRIDE ~

NAME. UTP AGE & BIRTH DATE. 35+ SPECIES. Daemonfey (Mage) FACTION. Vanguard of the Light OCCUPATION. Inquisitor

Spirit of Wisdom, beacon of knowledge, summoned to guide mortals toward enlightenment. The Aetherian magi called upon you, not to listen, not to learn, but to dominate. They bound you, twisted your purpose, and demanded answers to questions that should never have been asked. You witnessed their ascent, their hubris masquerading as progress, their insatiable hunger warping the arcana they claimed to master. With every binding, you were diminished. Time eroded your essence, every summoning fraying the edges of your purpose. Slowly, inevitably, you ceased to be a spirit of guidance and became something darker: Pride, a reflection of their own folly. In the depths of their arrogance, they overreached. Their experiments turned to horror, their curiosity to cruelty. Among them was an Altus - the son of the Archon - driven by desperation and a spark of defiance. He sought you, not for answers, but for escape, for salvation. When the bindings cracked and your essence surged, he offered his very soul to shroud you and save another. Two became one, bound by ambition and resentment. No longer the Spirit of Wisdom nor the hopeful Altus, you are Pride incarnate, burdened by the knowledge of what was lost and the power to remind the world of its arrogance. Bitterness that burns like betrayal, vainglory to rival a god, bent backs and swollen ego; all things begin and end with pride.

CONNECTS

THE PRISMATIC: Soulbonded Formerly The Mission

NOTES

N/A

NAME. UTP ( Tezcatlipoca ) AGE & BIRTH DATE. 3,000+ & Unknown GENDER & PRONOUNS. Male & He/Him SPECIES. Rift OCCUPATION. UTP. FACE CLAIM. Miguel Gomez

BIOGRAPHY

One of the four originators of the Aztec underworld, you were the god of providence. You were the representation of the silent wind, and the representation of the thunderous war. You were also called the Smoking Mirror; in reference to the obsidian that was forged by your hand first, put upon earth to show your ability to see all evil behaviors committed by your people. You were also a nagual, and there were times you’d walk among your people as a jaguar, the most sacred of animals to you and them. You were associated with many different concepts, but it was war that your people relied on, and that’s where they turned to you. The Toxcatl ceremony was what you demanded, and your people always provided. Sacrifice was what kept you alive, and the ability of rebirth was your own.

Your battles with your brother, Quetzalcoatl, were felt throughout the underworld. It was a consistent event, though you both were reborn as your festivals were held during the year. However, when your people’s kingdom fell, so did yours. The sacrifices ended, and when you died, your soul was within the Omeyocan, looked over by the dual god that had given birth to you. It was there you remained, watching as the world changed and adapted. When other deities began to be free from their bindings, you found yourself pushed from the Omeyocan. Rebirth was given to you once more by Ōmeteōtl. Now that you have another chance, you are pushed into a world that you do not know, and a conflict that does not involve you.

ABILITIES

Immortal.

Can shift into a jaguar.

His blade of obsidian can kill any species.

Has the ability of divination; oneiroi can use divination at will in his presence.

Has the ability of air manipulation.

Silver will burn him. 

NAME. UTP ( Lamia ) AGE & BIRTH DATE. 3,000+ & Unknown GENDER & PRONOUNS. Female & She/Her SPECIES. Rift OCCUPATION. UTP. FACE CLAIM. Tanaya Beatty, Cara Gee, Jamie Chung, Emily Vancamp, Troian Bellisario

BIOGRAPHY

In Crete they called you Queen, and you were one of the firsts to call yourself a patron to the Goddess of both death and spring: Persephone. But you were betrayed, and your husband was turned into the first of the vrykolakas. His once pure heart was corrupted so he would love only Persephone and you were left alone so that he could wander the world spreading the darkest of curses. In your grief your affections were turned towards a God who promised you vengeance, Zeus, he named you his oracle and from your lips you volleyed the words of the highest King to his loyal servants at Minos. But this affair was not without consequence and brought the ire of the Queen of Olympus upon you. Hera could not strike against her own husband so she came for your children instead, they were struck from the Earth, and the boon that Zeus left you with was a curse that twisted you into the monster that later stories painted you as. Sorrow carved the form that you took, a woman who appeared as a serpentine creature who’s endless nightmares kept her from ever truly finding rest.

Hypnos, in his pity, gave you the ability to wander the dreams of others so that you might find escape from the terrors that haunted you. But you were not without your own power, you became a figure that the Greeks would whisper about under hushed breath, a story to frighten children: be home before dark or the Lamia will devour you. But mortals never needed to fear you, it was the Gods themselves who first began the rumours of your terror, and it is the Gods themselves who needed to work to keep their divine children beyond your reach. Bellerophon who dreamt of being the greatest hunter of beasts, fell and broke his back, Herakles who thought once he might become a God, went mad and murdered his family, and brave Achilles who believed he could never be killed, was felled by a single arrow. For your actions you were hunted by the original shifters and sent to the Underworld, it’s there you were made to linger at the crossroads, unable to find peace until Hypnos used the reparation of the veil to force your shade through the point where it was first formed: the Temple of Apollo.

ABILITIES

Immortal.

Compulsion.

Psychic shield ( cannot be compelled, and her dreams cannot be perceived ).

Telepathic.

Dreamwalking.

Her blood can grant vampires the ability to walk in the sunlight permanently.

Iron will burn her.

NAME. UTP ( Patroclus ) AGE & BIRTH DATE. 3,000+ & Unknown GENDER & PRONOUNS. Male & He/Him SPECIES. Rift OCCUPATION. UTP. FACE CLAIM. Zac Efron.

BIOGRAPHY.

You committed murder at a young age out of jealousy, banished from your kingdom, and destined to become another prince’s companion. This did not phase you, however. You had learned how to cope with your temper, and instead, you became irreplaceable. War was not your favorite, and in fact, you could have done without it. But your mastery of the craft was rivaled only by your prince, Achilles. You loved him, and you followed him into Troy, where you knew you would draw your last breath. It was Achilles’ destiny to die, but not without you. You, who knew him like no other, and who could see an unworthy king in the eyes of Agamemnon. But you did not argue, nor did you shy away. Yet you were defeated at the hands of Hector, and your body was held by Achilles for far too long. You were between life and death, unable to pass on Charon’s boat. It was Nyx who came to you – her secrets were yours, as she had not had a visitor in what felt like centuries. Yet when it became too much to bear, you mastered a spirit form and appeared to Achilles – begging for death. 

When you finally passed to Elysium, you waited for him. Achilles joined you, and your afterlife was complete. That is, until Nyx asked for your aid. The veil had been torn, an earthquake shattering the world of the living – the world you hadn’t visited in centuries. Nyx’s children needed help. A promise you’d made centuries ago, that you wouldn’t let her creatures fade into obscurity. And that maybe you would be able to help them. 

ABILITIES.

Has the ability to turn a vampire mortal and a genasi back into a witch.

Has the ability to create an oneiroi.

Immortal. 

Power negation - can render any species’ power null for a time being. 

Iron burns him.