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Name: Cynthia

Age: 57

Height: 7’

Monster type/species Description: Valkeen
Valkeen's come in a small range of shapes and sizes. Their skin tone determines their true nature. Lighter colors and cool blues represent happy and good nature. Red and dark colors represent a dark nature. They can have a wide variety of tails, including: devil tails, bushy tails, skinny tails, and scale tales. They always have horns and they are almost always a yellow hue. They have a good history with magick and came out of the wood work as a cousin on the devils. Though a few of them may appear to be other demons, you can always tell because a Valkeen will have yellow horns. In addition, they have demonic like summon symbols on the back on their necks. They are guarded very well, because if someone can trace that symbol on the ground, they can be summoned at any time. It's not entirely sure when they came to be, since they were often judged as other demons of similar looks. Many times a red valkeen with a devil tail will be confused with a succubus. They have survived in the shadows very well by masking behind other species. They are not well known and she is often referred to as a satyr.

Grade: Freshman

Glamour item: Earrings

Passed Classes:
None

Credit Count: 0

Total Points: See Taliesin

Natural weapons: Fists, Hooves

Trained weapons: Hammers

Weakness:

Brass: This is similar to werewolves, if they are constricted with brass chains then they start to get weak. If they ingest brass it can make them deathly ill. If shot with brass bullets in a vital area it will kill her.

Valkeen mark: every Valkeen has a demonic like mark on the back of their neck, if this is traced on the ground in any permanent sort of tool then they can be summoned right from wherever they are. Parents would use this to their advantage to keep tabs on their children, and unfortunately there are Valkeen's that are slaves to others because of this.

Overconfidence: She can be very overconfident in her fighting capability at times making her underestimate her opponents.

SKILLS

Major Skills:
Energy Manifestation
Tier 1: She can manifest her energy as a pair of twin hammers

Energy Drain
Tier 1: When she hits someone with her hammers it will siphon some of their energy for herself

Monstrous Strength
Tier 1: She can lift up to one ton with relative ease

Minor Skills:
Love Tap: Cynthia can share her energy with others by giving them a slight tap with one of her hammers or by having someone touch them.
Tier 1: She can only share energy with someone she is close to.

Endurance: Cynthia has a high level of endurance
Tier 1: She is equal to a human in their physical prime

Regeneration: Cynthia can recover her wounds and injuries faster then most
Tier 1: She can heal most minor injuries, cuts and the like in a few minutes while something like a broken bone can take up to a day.

Personality:
Cynthia is a cheerful and optimistic young woman. She has a strong, independent spirit from her years of living alone, but prefers to travel with other people just for the company. She finds it very easy to get along with others, and always tries to keep spirits high. Cynthia does not like dwelling on negative emotions and may at times appear flippant because of this. She is also very honest, sometimes bluntly so. She tends to act like a big sister to those she gets close to trying her best to protect them.

Character's Background:

Like most Valkeen Cynthia was a slave in hell with little to no memory of her life before that. She was trained to be a fighter from the start thrown into the fighting arenas almost from day one. her owner wanted a strong contender thus her training was brutal and frequent. Each day was a struggle to survive for her being treated like nothing more than a tool for others entertainment. Despite this Cynthia refused to let how she was treated define her or how she acted. She always kept the hope alive of one day escaping.

The years went on and she kept climbing up the ranks in the ring fighting many strong opponents becoming known as the Tigress. To give her an edge in the ring and to help ensure her victories against the other Valkeen her owner gave her gauntlets and other bits of armor with brass built into them to help exploit their shared weakness. This gear was also a way to keep her in check as they were magically locked on her and the brass was made to touch her own skin weakening her. Because of this she had to work even harder to get in shape to keep winning as falling to win too often meant that she would be killed.

While she was not undefeated in the ring she was one of her owners best performers and the fact she had earned almost a cult following in the crowd meant that she was safe enough as a fighter for now. More years passed and she had become comfortable with the ring and her place in it. While she never really hated the fighting she didn’t enjoy it either, causing the damage she did to others but it was keeping her alive. Determined to not let her optimism die she kept the dream of escaping alive.

It was time for the auctions, again part of the business her owner never brought her to as he never wanted to sell her. This day was different, he caged her up and dragged her along he told her that he had kept her long enough and it was time to refresh his stock. She didn’t want to go, she had worked so hard to keep the status quo she didn’t want all that work undone. Though she begged he paid her no mind only thinking of the money he would make for selling her. Locked in the cage she waited for the purchase to happen. She watched a bidding war go on for her for a while until she was finally bought by a man wearing a hood that hid his face. He kept her in the cage and packed her up taking her to his home. She didn’t know what to expect when they got there but she could have never imagined what came next. He opened the cage and seeing this as her chance she started to make a break for it. He called out to her to wait and asked how far she planned to get with those brass bindings of hers. She stopped knowing he was right and turned around.

He then told her why he bought her it was to set her free, that he was a person who hated the arenas and was doing what he could to make things better. He then walked over to her and undid the magic locks on her gear. She could tell that there was more to this person than she originally thought. Because of that she made a request of him to make it so the brass on her gear could no longer touch her so she could still use it. She had grown used to them and liked the idea of using the very items used to bind her to maybe help take down the fighting rings if she could. He agreed to her terms and set out to change them though it would take some time so he offered to let her stay at least until the work was done.

While she was staying there waiting for the work to finish she was unsure of what to do next until one day a letter showed up for her. It was odd that a letter would show up for her here but she opened it up anyway. It was an invitation to some academy for monsters with the promise to help her get even stronger. While it seemed too good to be true she did not want to pass up a chance like this. So she gathered up her gear and set off thanking the man for what he did for her and that she would one day return.

Roleplay Info:
Roleplay example: Taken from Flint
Flint entered the small town where he had tracked his target down. It wasn't an impressive place but it was a decent enough spot for someone to hide out. He walked slowly through the streets, some people fleeing at the sight of him and his insignia. He eventually saw his target walking up ahead of him and he called out "Found you at last!". His target ran off with Flint giving chase which he didn’t mind doing in fact it was more fun this way. As the chase went on Flint began to cut off paths of escape with his flames herding his prey right into a dead end. “Sorry buddy this is where our merry chase ends” he gave a sadistic smile. His target pulled a knife in desperation and shakily stood up to Flint. He raised an eyebrow and cackled at him “You really want to go down that road friend? I was gonna take you in alive but if that's the way you want it dead works fine too”. Flint pulled his axe off his back wreathing the blade in flame as he held it out toward his target. The fight lasted for only a moment as his preys body lie dead on the ground his gear now covered in their blood “What a waste, I just had this gear cleaned” with a sigh and a shrug he sheathed his weapon and threw the body over his shoulder before leaving the now burning town to go collect his reward.
Discord nickname: CrossHighwind
Roleplay Schedule: Anytime

Description

Thanks to for the awesome art

Name: Cynthia

Age: 57

Height: 7’

Monster type/species Description: Valkeen
Valkeen's come in a small range of shapes and sizes. Their skin tone determines their true nature. Lighter colors and cool blues represent happy and good nature. Red and dark colors represent a dark nature. They can have a wide variety of tails, including: devil tails, bushy tails, skinny tails, and scale tales. They always have horns and they are almost always a yellow hue. They have a good history with magick and came out of the wood work as a cousin on the devils. Though a few of them may appear to be other demons, you can always tell because a Valkeen will have yellow horns. In addition, they have demonic like summon symbols on the back on their necks. They are guarded very well, because if someone can trace that symbol on the ground, they can be summoned at any time. It's not entirely sure when they came to be, since they were often judged as other demons of similar looks. Many times a red valkeen with a devil tail will be confused with a succubus. They have survived in the shadows very well by masking behind other species. They are not well known and she is often referred to as a satyr.

Grade: Freshman

Glamour item: Earrings

Passed Classes:
None

Credit Count: 0

Total Points: See Taliesin

Natural weapons: Fists, Hooves

Trained weapons: Hammers

Weakness:

Brass: This is similar to werewolves, if they are constricted with brass chains then they start to get weak. If they ingest brass it can make them deathly ill. If shot with brass bullets in a vital area it will kill her.

Valkeen mark: every Valkeen has a demonic like mark on the back of their neck, if this is traced on the ground in any permanent sort of tool then they can be summoned right from wherever they are. Parents would use this to their advantage to keep tabs on their children, and unfortunately there are Valkeen's that are slaves to others because of this.

Overconfidence: She can be very overconfident in her fighting capability at times making her underestimate her opponents.

SKILLS

Major Skills:
Energy Manifestation
Tier 1: She can manifest her energy as a pair of twin hammers

Energy Drain
Tier 1: When she hits someone with her hammers it will siphon some of their energy for herself

Monstrous Strength
Tier 1: She can lift up to one ton with relative ease

Minor Skills:
Love Tap: Cynthia can share her energy with others by giving them a slight tap with one of her hammers or by having someone touch them.
Tier 1: She can only share energy with someone she is close to.

Endurance: Cynthia has a high level of endurance
Tier 1: She is equal to a human in their physical prime

Regeneration: Cynthia can recover her wounds and injuries faster then most
Tier 1: She can heal most minor injuries, cuts and the like in a few minutes while something like a broken bone can take up to a day.

Personality:
Cynthia is a cheerful and optimistic young woman. She has a strong, independent spirit from her years of living alone, but prefers to travel with other people just for the company. She finds it very easy to get along with others, and always tries to keep spirits high. Cynthia does not like dwelling on negative emotions and may at times appear flippant because of this. She is also very honest, sometimes bluntly so. She tends to act like a big sister to those she gets close to trying her best to protect them.

Character's Background:

Like most Valkeen Cynthia was a slave in hell with little to no memory of her life before that. She was trained to be a fighter from the start thrown into the fighting arenas almost from day one. her owner wanted a strong contender thus her training was brutal and frequent. Each day was a struggle to survive for her being treated like nothing more than a tool for others entertainment. Despite this Cynthia refused to let how she was treated define her or how she acted. She always kept the hope alive of one day escaping.

The years went on and she kept climbing up the ranks in the ring fighting many strong opponents becoming known as the Tigress. To give her an edge in the ring and to help ensure her victories against the other Valkeen her owner gave her gauntlets and other bits of armor with brass built into them to help exploit their shared weakness. This gear was also a way to keep her in check as they were magically locked on her and the brass was made to touch her own skin weakening her. Because of this she had to work even harder to get in shape to keep winning as falling to win too often meant that she would be killed.

While she was not undefeated in the ring she was one of her owners best performers and the fact she had earned almost a cult following in the crowd meant that she was safe enough as a fighter for now. More years passed and she had become comfortable with the ring and her place in it. While she never really hated the fighting she didn’t enjoy it either, causing the damage she did to others but it was keeping her alive. Determined to not let her optimism die she kept the dream of escaping alive.

It was time for the auctions, again part of the business her owner never brought her to as he never wanted to sell her. This day was different, he caged her up and dragged her along he told her that he had kept her long enough and it was time to refresh his stock. She didn’t want to go, she had worked so hard to keep the status quo she didn’t want all that work undone. Though she begged he paid her no mind only thinking of the money he would make for selling her. Locked in the cage she waited for the purchase to happen. She watched a bidding war go on for her for a while until she was finally bought by a man wearing a hood that hid his face. He kept her in the cage and packed her up taking her to his home. She didn’t know what to expect when they got there but she could have never imagined what came next. He opened the cage and seeing this as her chance she started to make a break for it. He called out to her to wait and asked how far she planned to get with those brass bindings of hers. She stopped knowing he was right and turned around.

He then told her why he bought her it was to set her free, that he was a person who hated the arenas and was doing what he could to make things better. He then walked over to her and undid the magic locks on her gear. She could tell that there was more to this person than she originally thought. Because of that she made a request of him to make it so the brass on her gear could no longer touch her so she could still use it. She had grown used to them and liked the idea of using the very items used to bind her to maybe help take down the fighting rings if she could. He agreed to her terms and set out to change them though it would take some time so he offered to let her stay at least until the work was done.

While she was staying there waiting for the work to finish she was unsure of what to do next until one day a letter showed up for her. It was odd that a letter would show up for her here but she opened it up anyway. It was an invitation to some academy for monsters with the promise to help her get even stronger. While it seemed too good to be true she did not want to pass up a chance like this. So she gathered up her gear and set off thanking the man for what he did for her and that she would one day return.

Roleplay Info:
Roleplay example: Taken from Flint
Flint entered the small town where he had tracked his target down. It wasn't an impressive place but it was a decent enough spot for someone to hide out. He walked slowly through the streets, some people fleeing at the sight of him and his insignia. He eventually saw his target walking up ahead of him and he called out "Found you at last!". His target ran off with Flint giving chase which he didn’t mind doing in fact it was more fun this way. As the chase went on Flint began to cut off paths of escape with his flames herding his prey right into a dead end. “Sorry buddy this is where our merry chase ends” he gave a sadistic smile. His target pulled a knife in desperation and shakily stood up to Flint. He raised an eyebrow and cackled at him “You really want to go down that road friend? I was gonna take you in alive but if that's the way you want it dead works fine too”. Flint pulled his axe off his back wreathing the blade in flame as he held it out toward his target. The fight lasted for only a moment as his preys body lie dead on the ground his gear now covered in their blood “What a waste, I just had this gear cleaned” with a sigh and a shrug he sheathed his weapon and threw the body over his shoulder before leaving the now burning town to go collect his reward.
Discord nickname: CrossHighwind
Roleplay Schedule: Anytime