THE PARTY

Overview

The daughter of an unworthy king whose mission is to bring on his downfall. hot headed, cursed, and willing to fight for what she believes in. Even though she's down a limb she's still extremely talented in what she does. small woman, big sword.

Vuskalia Azamari is the Princess of the Abyss and heir to a legacy she never wanted. Born beneath the rule of the tyrant king Easu, she was forged into a weapon long before she was allowed to become a person

Personality

Fierce, stubborn, and impossible to break, Vusk walks a path defined by vengeance, loyalty, and survival. Though cursed by forces she refuses to name, she continues to fight for her family, her companions, and the hope that the Abyss can become something better than what her father left behind.

To allies she is fiercely protective. To enemies she is a nightmare carrying a sword too large for someone her size. Beneath her hardened exterior lies someone desperately trying to keep the people she loves safe.

Appearance

Vusk has pale ash-gray skin that gives her an almost ghostly complexion, contrasting sharply with the dark colors of her attire. Her face is angular and weathered, marked by several prominent scars stretching across her nose and cheeks, each one hinting at a life spent on the front lines. Her expression rarely softens, carrying a constant look of exhaustion, determination, and quiet resolve.Her hair is exceptionally long, cascading well past her waist in loose waves. The majority of it is a muted charcoal gray, while two thick white streaks frame either side of her face before continuing through the length of her hair. The contrasting colors naturally draw attention to her face without diminishing her hardened features. Long, pointed elven ears extend from beneath her hair, reinforcing her noble lineage. Around her neck she wears a black leather choker secured with straps, accompanied by a delicate silver necklace bearing a small violet gemstone that serves as one of the few refined pieces she still carries. Vusk's clothing blends practical adventuring gear with remnants of noble attire, creating an appearance that is both intimidating and unmistakably lived in. Nothing about her outfit feels ceremonial. Every piece appears chosen through necessity rather than fashion.

The centerpiece of her outfit is a fitted black leather corset with a sweetheart neckline that exposes her collarbones and shoulders. Rather than being fastened with traditional lacing, the front is held together by an exposed ivory spine, its vertebrae stitched seamlessly into the garment as though the corset itself has been constructed around skeletal remains. The pale bone contrasts sharply against the dark leather, transforming what might have been an ordinary bodice into something unsettling and unmistakably unique. Beneath the corset she wears a fitted black high-neck underlayer that covers her throat and provides additional protection beneath the armor. The outfit embraces asymmetry through mismatched sleeves. Her right arm is covered by a deep burgundy sleeve attached only at the forearm and shoulder, leaving portions of the upper arm exposed through torn openings. The sleeve widens into an oversized bell cuff that drapes loosely over her hand, giving the garment a worn, almost tattered elegance. Her left arm is enclosed in a fitted black sleeve resembling reinforced leather, extending seamlessly into a glove that ends in pointed fingertips. The contrast between the two arms adds to her rugged, pieced together appearance. Around her hips rests an intricate arrangement of aged leather belts layered over one another at varying angles. The belts are weathered from years of travel and combat, carrying small pouches, empty loops, straps, and fastening points for tools and equipment. Rather than appearing decorative, the entire belt system feels practical, something that has gradually evolved alongside its owner over countless journeys.

Instead of trousers, Vusk wears a long burgundy wrap skirt made from heavy fabric that reaches nearly to her boots. Deep slits in the front and sides allow unrestricted movement during combat while preserving the flowing silhouette of the garment. The muted crimson echoes the color of her sleeve, adding warmth to an otherwise monochromatic palette. Her legs are intentionally mismatched, immediately drawing attention to the sacrifices she has made. Her left leg is protected by a rugged brown leather boot featuring wrapped straps, reinforced buckles, thick soles, and crisscrossed lacing suited for long journeys across unforgiving terrain. Her right leg has been replaced by an advanced mechanical prosthetic. Matte black plating forms the exterior, while exposed silver joints reveal the intricate engineering beneath. Small crimson accents glow within recessed sections of the limb, suggesting powerful internal mechanisms. Rather than attempting to disguise the prosthetic, Vusk wears it openly, treating it as another tool earned through survival. Attached over her right hip and upper thigh is a large pale leather guard adorned with crimson markings and reinforced metal fittings, serving as both armor and protection for the prosthetic's upper mechanisms.

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History & Lore

Vusk was born into the Abyss as the daughter of Easu, an unworthy and tyrannical king. Raised beneath his rule, she was shaped into a weapon before she was ever allowed to simply be a person. Alongside her twin brother Valdas, Vusk became part of a legacy she never asked for. She carries the weight of her family name, the trauma of her father’s rule, and the curse that has followed her for most of her life. Though she is often seen as ruthless, much of that brutality comes from a desperate refusal to be powerless again.

Vusk is haunted by something so terrible that she refuses to speak of it. She has tried to bury it, run from it, and outfight it, but it cannot be slain with a sword or banished with a spell. It comes as memory, nightmare, shadow, whisper, and divine torment. Her path is driven by vengeance, protection, and the hope that one day she can stop surviving long enough to actually live.

Overview

Valdas Arthryn is a Changeling from the Abyss and the son of its King and Queen. Despite his royal heritage, Valdas has never felt comfortable with the expectations and pressure placed upon him as a member of the royal family. The palace is a place he fears rather than one he considers home, and much of his life was spent learning how to navigate the court without becoming completely consumed by it. Valdas was used by the royal court as a means of gathering information. His ability as a Changeling allowed him to blend into different social circles, while his performances gave him an excuse to move between people without raising suspicion. He could become whatever the situation required: a distraction, an entertainer, a source of information, or simply another face among the crowd.

Eventually, Valdas fled the Palace of Pride alongside his sister, Vusk. After escaping, he encountered the party and eventually joined them after being locked in a cell with the rest of the group. Since then, Valdas has become an important member of the Abyssal Resistance. His knowledge of the Abyss, his experience within the royal court, and his ability to blend into different environments make him an invaluable source of information. He primarily supports the party from the back line, especially watching over the spellcasters and making sure they are not left vulnerable or attacked alone.

Personality

Valdas is flamboyant, expressive, and somewhat feminine in the way he carries himself. He enjoys beautiful and pretty things and has a particular fondness for wearing clothing and accessories that make him feel good about himself. Appearance is one of the few things Valdas feels he can control, and he takes comfort in being able to present himself exactly how he wants. His confidence, however, is not always as solid as it appears. Valdas has spent much of his life being defined by other people. As the son of the King and Queen of the Abyss, he was never simply allowed to be Valdas. He was a prince, an asset to the court, a source of information, and someone whose actions reflected upon the royal family. His ability to change his appearance only made this easier for others to exploit. Rather than confront those feelings directly, Valdas learned to lose himself in other people.

After leaving the palace, he began seeking relationships as a way to hide from himself and escape the emotions he did not want to face. He could become absorbed in another person's feelings, problems, and affection until there was little room left to think about his own. This earned him the reputation of being a lover of the lost, as Valdas often found himself drawn toward people who were searching for something themselves. Despite this, Valdas is genuinely caring. His alignment is Neutral Good, and he does want to help people. His support of the party is not simply a role he performs; he genuinely cares about the people around him and wants to keep them safe.

Appearance

Valdas has a thin, lean build reminiscent of a dancer. His body is graceful and light, suited to the quick movements of someone who relies on speed and agility rather than brute strength. His natural appearance consists of grey skin and white hair streaked with black. His overall appearance carries an elegant and almost theatrical quality, fitting both his skills as a Bard and his history of performing within the Abyssal court.

As a Changeling, however, this appearance is not necessarily permanent. Valdas is capable of changing his appearance when necessary, something that became an important part of his life while working within the court. His ability to alter himself allows him to blend into different groups, adopt different identities, and become whoever a situation requires. His clothing tends to be chosen with the same care as his performances. Valdas likes pretty things and uses fashion as a means of making himself feel better, particularly when he is struggling internally.

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History & Lore

Valdas was born in the Abyss as the son of its King and Queen, making him a prince from birth. While being part of the royal family gave him status and privilege, Valdas never felt comfortable with the expectations that came with it. The palace was a place he feared rather than somewhere he could consider home. He constantly felt the pressure of representing his family and the throne, knowing that anything he did could reflect back on the royal family. Because of his position, Valdas was eventually used by the court as a way to gather information. As a Changeling, he could alter his appearance and blend into different groups, allowing him to go places and interact with people that others within the court could not. His performances made this even easier. He could become a distraction for those attending the court while quietly listening to conversations and gathering whatever information he was expected to bring back. He was both entertainer and spy, using his ability to change himself as a tool for the royal family.

Even during his childhood, Valdas was treated as something of a canary in a coal mine. He was used to weed out potential dangers to the throne and identify anything that could threaten the royal family. This taught Valdas from a young age that his value was often tied to how useful he could be to those around him. He learned how to read people, hide what he was thinking, and become whatever someone else needed him to be. Eventually, the pressure of the palace became too much for him. Valdas fled the Palace of Pride alongside his sister, Vusk, leaving behind the royal court and the expectations that had controlled much of his life. Escaping the palace gave him freedom, but it did not immediately teach him how to live with himself.

After leaving, Valdas began seeking out relationships as a way to hide from himself. He would become absorbed in another person's emotions, problems, and affection, allowing himself to become lost in someone else rather than dealing with his own feelings. If he could focus on another person, he did not have to think about everything he had left behind or the expectations that had followed him for so long. Over time, this became a recurring pattern in his life and eventually contributed to his reputation as the Lover of the Lost. Valdas eventually encountered the party after fleeing the palace. He was locked in a cell with the rest of the party, and after escaping alongside them, he became a member of their group. What began as another escape eventually became something more meaningful. For the first time, Valdas found himself surrounded by people he could choose to care about rather than people he was expected to serve, spy on, or impress.

Within the party, Valdas took on a support role. He watches over the back line, particularly the spellcasters, making sure they are not left alone or exposed to attacks. His swordsmanship, magic, and ability to move quickly allow him to protect them when enemies manage to break through the front line. His connection to the Abyss also makes him an important source of information, giving the party knowledge about a realm that most of them would otherwise know very little about. Valdas still carries the weight of his past with him. He is a prince of the Abyss, the holder of the Ring of Lust, the Cursed of Navi, and someone who spent much of his life being used by others. Yet he is also someone who genuinely wants to help the people around him. He may hide behind flamboyance, pretty clothes, performances, and relationships, but beneath all of it is someone who has spent his entire life trying to figure out who he is when he is not being asked to become someone else.

His relationship with Lyr is one of the most painful examples of this. Lyr was his lover, and Lyr's death left a wound that Valdas has never truly been able to move past. Now, Rhys occupies Lyr's body, forcing Valdas to interact with someone who is not Lyr while constantly being reminded of the person he lost. Rhys may look like Lyr, but Valdas knows the difference, and that knowledge does not make the situation any easier. For years, Valdas has escaped difficult emotions by losing himself in other people. Now, surrounded by the resistance and the people he has come to care about, he is slowly being forced to confront the things he has spent so long running from. The Abyss, his family, his royal identity, his curse, and the people he has lost are all still parts of him. Valdas can change his face whenever he wants. He can become someone else, disappear into a crowd, or play whatever role is expected of him. But no matter how many faces he wears, he cannot escape where he came from, or the person underneath all of them.

Overview

During the first few years of their life, Lumin was often watched by their older siblings. It was during this time that the family first noticed the strange surges of magic within them. The first occurred while Lumin was playing outside. Suddenly, they began crying, and their siblings quickly realized something was wrong. As they panicked, strange sores began appearing all over Lumin’s body. They were rushed to a doctor of sorts, but neither the doctor nor the family could understand what had happened.

After several more surges and visits to doctors, they finally realized that the young half-elf possessed wild magic. Hoping to help Lumin gain control over their unpredictable powers, their parents enrolled them in a small school for young children with magical abilities. Lumin made a few friends at first, but as the strange surges continued, the other children began to see them less as a friend and more as a spectacle. Their unusual magic made them seem strange and frightening to the other students, and as a result, Lumin grew up with very few friends. Some of the teachers at the school eventually suggested that pursuing a proper magical education might help Lumin better understand and control their surges. Their parents took this advice to heart. Despite being a middle-class family from a small town, the Artwrights did everything they could to raise the necessary funds to give their youngest child the best magical education they could find.

Once Lumin was old enough to enroll, they began their formal education in kindergarten and continued through elementary, middle, and high school. There were only a few bumps along the way, most of them occurring whenever Lumin’s magic became too difficult to control. In their younger years, their parents attended countless parent-teacher meetings concerning their sporadic magical outbursts. As Lumin grew older, however, they gradually learned how to work with their unpredictable magic rather than simply trying to suppress it. They learned how to recognize their surges, manage them, and deal with the consequences when things inevitably went wrong. Eventually, Lumin managed to make it through college without any major issues. What had once been a frightening and mysterious part of their childhood had become something they had learned to live with and, to an extent, control. One of Lumin’s greatest flaws is also a consequence of the education they received. Because they were enrolled in the magical school from such a young age, they spent most of their life within its walls. By the time they reached high school, they moved into the school’s dormitories and remained there throughout the rest of their education. As a result, Lumin has lived an extremely sheltered life, with very little experience of the world beyond their studies and the school itself. They also have an unfortunate inability to say no to people. Whether it is because they fear disappointing others, are too eager to be helpful, or simply never learned how to stand up for themselves, Lumin has a difficult time refusing a request. They also wear small, pointed silver ear caps to make their ears appear more traditionally elven, as their natural ears have the duller point typical of a half-elf.

As Lumin progressed through school, they found themselves surrounded primarily by elves, with humans joining in greater numbers during the later years to study magic and become wizards. Yet Lumin never truly fit in with either group. The elves looked down on Lumin for being part human, viewing their human heritage as something that made them lesser. The humans, meanwhile, often treated Lumin as though they believed themselves superior simply because they were part elf. Caught between the two groups, Lumin never really belonged to either. In return, Lumin threw themself into their studies and did their best to avoid the bullies. Throughout their education, they had little to no friends, choosing instead to focus on becoming a better spellcaster. Despite everything, Lumin held onto a goal. They wanted to become a court mage in one of the many kingdoms, both to put their skills to use and to prove that their wild magic did not make them a bad spellcaster. They wanted to show that their unpredictable abilities were something they could work with rather than a flaw that defined their worth as a mage.

After twenty long years of schooling, the day of Lumin’s final magic exam had finally arrived. Their nerves bunched and jumped from limb to limb like a live wire, much like the feeling that came just before one of their magical surges. They waited in line wearing the male school uniform, taking slow breaths as they waited for their name to be called. "Artwright, Lumin." A voice called from the field. Lumin stepped forward and entered the large, open testing grounds. All of their college professors sat along a balcony overlooking the students below, watching carefully as each student performed their final examination. Lumin stood in the field, trying to steady their breathing as they waited for the signal.

"Begin." Lumin took a few steps forward and breathed deeply. Soon, they raised both hands, focusing their magic as a small puff of clouds began forming a great distance away. They began casting StormSphere, carefully feeding their magic into the spell as the clouds grew larger and the wind began to rush around them. The storm continued to expand, growing more powerful as Lumin maintained the spell. They pushed themself to keep control as the spell reached its peak. Then, a spark of magic flashed. Everything vanished.Lumin stood frozen in place, both hands still awkwardly held out in front of them. They blinked and slowly looked around. The professors were gone. The testing field was gone. The other students were gone. Lumin lowered their hands, staring at the unfamiliar surroundings with growing confusion. After twenty years of magical education, countless lessons, and years spent learning to control their wild magic, they had finally reached their final exam. And somehow, they had no idea where they had gone.

Personality

Lumin is a kind-hearted person who always wants to help others, often putting their own needs aside in the process. They have a tendency to see the good in everyone, even those who may not deserve it, and will go out of their way to help someone even when doing so comes at their own expense. Despite their sheltered upbringing, Lumin genuinely wants to make a difference in the lives of others. Deep down, Lumin fears being forgotten. Since being unexpectedly transported away from everything they knew, one of their greatest worries is that the people they left behind will eventually move on without them. They desperately hope that they can find their way home before too much time has passed, constantly wondering if years have already gone by in their absence. Still, they hold tightly to the hope that they will return someday. For Lumin, hope is more than just something to believe in,it is what keeps them together. If they allow themself to believe that there is no way home, they fear they will completely fall apart.

Appearance

Lumin has long brown hair, cool olive-toned skin, and hazel eyes. A gentle scattering of freckles crosses his face, adding to his soft and approachable appearance. Since his disappearance, he now bears a large scar across his right cheek. Green leaves have also begun to appear throughout his hair, an unusual change that adds to his increasingly strange and otherworldly appearance.

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Overview

Rhys Blackburn, known as The Crimson Crow, is a High Elf originally from the Kingdom of Faelmoon. Though Rhys himself is alive, his original body is currently missing, leaving him trapped within a Vessel named Lyr. He was sent into this body by an unknown source once the Vessel became available, as its original host had become stuck in the overworld. Rhys has no idea where his own body is or what happened to it, and as far as he knows, it remains somewhere beyond his reach.

Because Rhys is currently occupying Lyr's body, most people assume that Rhys himself is Lyr. The distinction is often difficult to explain, particularly when Rhys is forced to explain why he looks nothing like the person everyone remembers. For now, he has little choice but to continue living within the Vessel while searching for answers about his missing body and the force that placed him there.

Personality

Rhys is blunt, confident, and remarkably difficult to intimidate. He is the sort of person who can stare down a hell hound without flinching and would much rather face a problem head-on than waste time looking for a complicated solution. To Rhys, the simplest and most direct path is usually the best one. He is fiercely loyal to those who fight alongside him. Anyone who has earned his trust on the battlefield is someone Rhys considers worth dying for, and he takes the role of protector within his group seriously. This loyalty can sometimes make him reckless, especially when one of his companions is in danger. Rhys has little patience or respect for people who have not proven themselves as warriors. To him, strength and the willingness to stand beside others in a fight matter more than titles, status, or reputation. Someone can earn his respect through their actions, but words alone mean very little to him. Despite his serious nature as a soldier, Rhys also fills the role of the party's joker and brother figure. He can be teasing, sarcastic, and occasionally irritating in the way an older brother might be, but much of this comes from how he connects with the people around him. Beneath the rough exterior is someone who genuinely cares about his companions.

Personality Trait: I can stare down a hell hound without flinching.

Personality Trait: I face problems head-on. A simple, direct solution is the best path to success.

Ideal — Nation: My city, nation, or people are all that matter.

Bond: Those who fight beside me are those worth dying for.

Flaw: I have little respect for anyone who is not a proven warrior.

Appearance

While occupying Lyr's body, Rhys has a distinctly unnatural appearance. The Vessel has tealish-blue skin, with black sclera in both eyes. One eye has a vivid orange iris, while the other has a red iris, giving Rhys an unmistakable and somewhat unsettling gaze. A green scar stretches across the right shoulder, while multiple additional scars cover the body. Although the body is not his own, Rhys carries himself with the same confidence and posture he had in life, making it clear that the person occupying the Vessel is very different from the person it once belonged to.

Original Elf Form

Rhys is a High Elf with short brown hair, black sclera, and red irises. His ears have several piercings, and his body bears numerous scars from his years as a soldier and his time fighting on the front lines. His appearance reflects the life he lived: practical, battle-worn, and marked by years of violence.

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Rhys was born in Faelmoon, an elven city bursting with magic, cottages, and life. People of all races and species came to the city for its atmosphere, its food, and the unique culture surrounding it. Faelmoon was particularly well known for its Wizarding School and its powerful army.

Rhys attended the Wizarding School with the hope of pursuing a magical education. However, while he was still attending, he was drafted into the military. Instead of continuing his studies, Rhys was sent to the front lines as a grunt. War changed him. Rhys slowly built a reputation for himself as Rhys, The Crimson Crow, a name earned because he was seemingly always covered in blood after battle. He was ruthless on the front lines and became known as someone who would follow orders without question. Rhys was a yes man. If he was told to do something, he did it.

Because of his skill and reliability, Rhys was repeatedly offered the opportunity to move up in rank and become a team leader. Every time, he refused. He had no interest in command. His only real wish was to return to Wizarding School and continue the education that had been taken from him. That wish was never granted. Eventually, Rhys made a decision that would change the rest of his life. One night, he struck a deal with a Patron, selling his soul in exchange for magic. As he practiced and learned to control his newfound abilities, he began incorporating them into his fighting style and using them in battle. When the war finally ended, Rhys was allowed to return home. But he was not the same boy who had left.

The war had changed him, and not for the better. He no longer wanted to return to Wizarding School. Instead, he began seeking power elsewhere, looking for it from someone—or some thing—else. A dark entity. A shadow connected to past wars and calamity. Before Rhys could do anything with this new pact, however, he was hunted down by his own city. Rhys had overheard higher-ranking officers discussing the truth behind the war. The King and Queen of Faelmoon had started it themselves. They had told their kingdom that the opposing country had begun the conflict, when in reality, Faelmoon's rulers were the ones who wanted to eradicate humans from their realm. Rhys intended to expose the truth. Before he could speak out, however, he was caught.To silence him, the King and Queen ordered Rhys's execution. He was branded a traitor to the crown and sentenced to beheading. His family was forced to watch as their eldest son was executed. They never learned the truth of what Rhys had discovered. They believed the words of their rulers over the desperate cries of their own son, and Rhys died knowing that his family would never understand why he had been condemned.