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Name:
Oceiros Sulyvahn

Age:
29 in human years

Pronouns:
He/Him

Gender:
Male

Race:
Dragonborn

Class:
Behemoth

Magic/Weaponry:
Oceiros wields two short-swords. One imbued with fire and the other imbued with ice. Oceiros is able to extend the range of those elements a distance equal to the length of the blade, allowing him to basically wield average-sized swords.

Personality:
Oceiros tends to almost immediately get attached to others and proudly call them comrades, some even dare call him the definition of being affable. Albeit loud, he's a very considerate and kind person, willing to lay down his life for his dear 'comrades' sans hesitation. Others have also commented how easily he would fall head over heels for any unfortunate woman that dared to make eye contact with him, though Oceiros claims he is working on it.

Appearance:
Oceiros is a relatively tall dragonborn, standing at a respectable 216cm with very soothing light blue scales. Even though he often uses his jade eyes to get the attention of women, he almost always fails. Although he's always wearing this very cheap and almost self-made adventurer armor, with noticeable patches and padding, he never wears a helmet. Probably because nothing fits. Regardless, his face doesn't have any scars and the condition of his body is unknown.

Backstory:
Ice magic is common within the Sulyvahn family, it was expected Oceiros would have some affinity to it. Soon after he reached adulthood, having a relatively jubilant upbringing, he set out with a young friend of his on their very first adventure. The two of them were enjoying their first ever taste of freedom and adventure, exploring faraway lands and anything that caught their attention ranging from caves to remote cities. During a dungeon exploration,the group came across a mage of some sorts and before they had the chance to act, they fell unconscious. When Oceiros came to, he was alone. No sign of his comrade except the short-sword. Soon after a closer inspection, he noticed a big part of his body had turned red and was oddily swollen, as if it was scorched, and the sword he picked up reacted as if his comrade was holding it, with flames enveloping the blade. One person using two different attributes of magic? That was unheard of. Could he...really have merged with his comrade? Years have since passed, and Oceiros' curiosity has yet to be satiated and there hasn't been a moment he hasn't thought about his comrade, even if his soul might be inhabiting Oceiros' body. Oceiros often tends to avoid the topic about his body and how he acquired the other short-sword.

Other:
(can't think of anything atm)

[Name]
Alcyone Lestrade
[Age]
24

[Gender/Sexuality]
Female/Bisexual

[Personality]
A fair woman in...almost...every meaning of the word. Albeit her strong sense of justice and righteousness,Alcyone is an extremely arrogant individual whose pomposity knows no bounds. No matter how highly she thinks of herself and even acts the part,her true,equitable,nature never fails to show,being no stranger to hardships herself.

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[Description]
A relatively short woman (165cm) whose green hat she always wears gives her an illusory,even if scant,boost in height. Alcyone has curly blond hair and a low ponytail can be seen come out of the back of her hat. She wears a green blazer that covers most of her grey shirt. Don't let Alcyone's slim build deceive you. Her body is foreign to exercise and she is a stranger to ostentatious and grand meals,thus explaining why she looks so thin. As far as athletic feats go,the only memories that surface are those of her running away after the places she frequented got busted or people somehow caught on to the fact that she had some sort of upper hand.

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[Power]
Alcyone has the innate ability of being able to see the psyche of man,allowing her to read the selected person's intentions as well as tell whether or not they are lying or are being truthful. She has revealed to those select few she trusts that an honest person's soul has a more calm and serene,almost spherical,look while a liar's becomes spiky,though no one else seems to be able to make sense of that statement. Regarding intentions,that part is difficult even for her to understand and,consequently,explain. She has watered it down to being able to feel a slight percentage of what her target is currently feeling and trying her best to accurately interpret it given various factors such as the topic and environment. However,such power requires Alcyone to also constantly speak truthfully if she wants to keep her power. Naturally,it was difficult for her as a child and she found out the hard way that the more she lied,the longer she had to wait for her power to return. It started with a few hours,then days,weeks and last time it took her months. Of course,she can't risk to find out how much that window can extend.

[Backstory]
Born under rather undesirable circumstances,Alcyone's family lived every day hanging by a thread. A thread thin enough that even the most minor and insignificant of inconveniences threatened the already slim chances of them having lunch the following day. That was,until she tried her hand at gambling. Able to read every person in the room,Alcyone was able to successfully put her household in the green,guaranteeing her family's well-being. Painfully average student,though the blame hardly fell on her given how often she would hang out at various underground and suspicious gambling facilities. The worst part is that she was bringing back so much money,her parents couldn't even think about scolding her.

[Examples of Past Crime]
Caught cheating and extortion should suffice as umbrella terms pertinent to the crimes Alcyone has commited.
[Theme Song]

[Other]
Might alter a few things here and there as I pester inquire april about this roleplay but yeah! c:
[PalPad?]
Naturally c: