Snowz here.

This is my character and world directory. It contains all of my current pets, as well as a few extra characters who may be included in plotlines. So there may be more than 20 characters here, but that's because they're not on Neo.

Most of the images are just placeholders until I can get my own made. In general this site is under extreme construction.

I coded this entire page from scratch.
Please do not take any of it, or I will find you.


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GIFTLING

daughter to sin


Full name: Venus Cross
Age: 7 (current) | 25 (future) [January 18]
Gender: Female
Species: Human
Height: 3'5 (current) | 5'7 (future)
Complexion: Pale gold but fair-skinned. Some freckles. No major scars to speak of.
Tattoos: ???
Piercings: None
Hair: Black. Worn in ponytails and pigtails when young. Very soft with loose waves.
Eyes: Golden

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World: Fateless

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As a young girl Venus is very compassionate and almost blind to faults in those she cares for. They could do no wrong. She brought with her a dangerous innocence from being tucked away for so long. One that could have put her in a great deal of trouble if not gently handled.

Thankfully, she was handled with care. Her father's lack of experience in child-raising made her independent and self-sufficient at a young age. But it was never spiteful; she adored her father and the friends who helped him. Though her innocence was picked apart by the world at far too young an age, she maintained her compassion for it. Her faith. She was never an angry child. To be quite honest, she was more often found to be crying quietly over something than yelling and screaming.

As a young adult, Venus is hardly sheltered. Her world had been ripped to shreds in a matter of minutes, and her unlikely family was left to pick up the pieces. If anything it just reinforced the things that she had been taught. She embraced those who were suffering; most of them were children younger than her. Over time she became a natural leader of sorts. Confident, compassionate, and always with something comforting to say.

These are all wonderful traits, but it should be remembered who her father is. There is a reason for her confidence and it is in her abilities. Venus is not volatile, she is controlled. Where her father is a wolf, she is quite possibly better described as a lioness. Harmless. Until it matters. Intelligent and knowing. She was trained to hone a hunter's instinct and use it only when necessary.

History

Venus was born to a young aristocratic woman living in the Cusp. Her mother was sheltered, hardly allowed her own personal freedoms. As a result, she sought freedom in rebellious ways - usually at the price of a pretty penny. And she found it with the help of a man named Onric Cross. They became friends, but when push came to shove, Onric still left when his hunting picked up speed. Letters and occasional contact, but never was their daughter mentioned.

Actually she was never mentioned until she was six. When her grandparents got tired of hiding the little girl from the Church. So they contacted Onric without warning and gave him a choice: either he take Venus away so their daughter could live the life they wanted, or the young child would go to the Church. They knew Onric's relationship with their daughter, and they knew how much he hated the Church. So at six years old, Venus met her father for the first time.

And went to live with him.

Unfortunately Onric had no idea how to raise a child. The first few months were difficult for the two of them. They led the young girl, who had rarely been out of her mother's home, to become independent at a young age. Not in a bad way; she held no ill will to her father for his lack of experience. Which in itself was a miracle all things considered, though he did try. No, she simply learned to adapt. How to finish pick up the pieces of something her father tried to put together for her and finish it to what she needed. At least he knew how to cook.

Truly, her kind disposition and the years with her mother blessed her with a patience that was unmatched by most. She put up with a lot considering who her father was. And as he became more involved in issues with the Church and soul hunting, it looked as though she would suffer. But his companions, Alistair and Dietrich picked up the slack where her father couldn't. And with the help of the three men she grew up in a loving, if unconventional home.

After the city was engulfed in battle and rebellion - a priest who marred her father with scars and destroyed the very thing that both locked and unlocked Free Will - Venus took up arms against a new enemy. Still young, not even thirteen, she found herself moving through the ruins of a city to help men rebuild, women heal, and children survive. Before anyone knew it, Venus Cross was a leader of orphans and children for the city.

She grew up with this role and her independence carried her far. But the city was struggling after the destruction of the fight that nearly ended her father's life. And shadows lurk in the wake of change.

Relationships

Onric Cross || Venus's father, if nothing else at least by blood. It took many years, even after he took her in, before that term was fitting. She, however, has always held him on the pedestal her mother built for him. To her she is a daring adventurer who laughs in the face of danger and always does what is right. She sees the error in that fantasy as she grows, but her adoration for him never died.

Alistair Bradford || A priest whom, initially, Venus distrusts a great deal despite his... friendship with her father. If you can call it that. A distrust of the Church caused her to be very mean-spirited toward him for long while, until he won her over with a dog. A massive guard dog. A dog that her father dislikes a great deal. She holds him in high regard; until he takes the actual parent attitude.

Dietrich Cross || Another of her father's friends, Venus liked Dietrich the moment she met him. He played with her when no one else could and he was always the most easygoing of the lot. He fills more of a brother role than that of a father, and it shows distinctly as Venus grows up. He's the cool one, the one she goes to when she just needs to talk and vent. The one who not only let her sneak out - he helped her.


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ONRIC

soul hunter


Full name: Onric Cross
Age: 30 [August 15]
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Height: 6'0
Complexion: Pale gold, few freckles to speak of. Scars across his arms and chest.
Tattoos: Large black ink dragon wing tattoos across back, shoulder blades, and arms.
Piercings: Bar and studs in both ears.
Hair: Naturally black, turned white from spiritual energy. Undercut on right side, shoulder length on left. Very soft.
Eyes: Golden

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World: Fateless

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To claim Onric's a playboy is an understatement. He's quite honestly the worst of the worst, toying with everything and treating it all as a game. It's quite possible the only thing he's ever taken seriously in his life is his payment for his services. Don't pay up, and you get marked down as a new target. And maybe his own life. Maybe.

There's reasons for all this, of course. Or at least, most of it. His world was never a nice one and he grew up the only way he knew how to survive. That meant putting his survival first and foremost, before anyone else. And that stuck with him to this day, he just figured why not make it fun while he's at it? He taunts, he teases, he really just likes to drive everyone insane. Make them rash and volatile. When he's the instigator it gives him the better chance at survival.

Is he anything more? Well... not really. He's not just all games. He can be a decent guy sometimes. Honestly he doesn't really keep enemies per se, he just keeps track. To be around he's a decent enough guy, really, if you can put up it. Maybe he should hold his tongue a little more in conversation. Keep in mind his company. But he's charismatic, alluring. He's the exact opposite of what the city wants in its citizens. Which to some people is a breath of fresh air. To most he's an obnoxious jerk with money.

But under it all he can be a decent guy. If you look close enough and get under the layers enough, you'll find he's impulsive to the ones he finally does come to care about. Protective, almost. He wants to see their lives better, even if it's in the most materialistic way ever. Hardly an upstanding guy regardless, but he does have some redeeming qualities. He just doesn't have reason to show them very often.

History

Onric has been an orphan from the start. He never met his parents; the rumors were they were close to the Church but had yet to be joined by the records. So he wound up abandoned before he was three months old, given to some sad excuse of an orphanage in the slums. It was the only kind of place the Church was too lazy to go to and pick up kids to put in the inquisitor soldier program. Unless they had to. Which at the time they didn't. Onric grew up running the streets with a group of orphans.

Around the age of twelve he found there were ways to make actual money and increase his standing. Entertainment mostly. The rich adored his presence at parties. Some claimed him as a charity case. Regardless, he often had a place to stay and coin tossed his way now and then for his work. Good coin. And before he knew it he could get his own place. In the Cusp.

Around the age of seventeen Onric found a window into the Pyre - an artifact that connects to the spirit world and allows him to absorb souls. The skull hummed in the shop, and anyone who's anyone knows what that means. So he bought it. And with it he joined the Hunters Guild, a group of individuals with windows who made a living off gathering souls and buying other people's Free Will. It would take years for him to get anywhere with it. But once he did, he was in high demand. He had one of the highest success rates and rumors swirled that he was God's favorite for soul trades. Anyone who wanted Free Will went to him, just not many could afford him.

By twenty-five he'd ditched all of his old work and worked solely as a hunter. It made good money. His silence made better money. Onric was a name everyone knew, but no one acknowledged openly. He had a sizable bounty on his head - not that anyone had the guts to act on it even then. And all this happened while he lived just down the street from the Church, in a penthouse apartment overlooking the cathedral's towers.

Things were going well until just recently. Turns out he'd had a daughter, who knew? Well the girl's grandparents, for one. And they weren't happy their daughter had a child. So he was offered an ultimatum: either take the child, or she goes to the Church.

And Onric hates the Church.

So he now lives with his seven-year-old daughter (raising? how do you do that?), dodging Church soldiers and harvesting souls, having a bit of fun when he can manage it. He managed to get a good-sized target on his head again, so he's been lying a little low. But things seem to be stirring in the Pyre.

Relationships

Venus Cross || Onric's daughter, a young girl with her dad's eyes and hair. As an illegitimate child she was hidden away from the world and only allowed away from her mother on rare occasions. Her father has no idea whatsoever how to raise her. But so far she's survived, so that's a good sign. He does like her, as much as he can like a little kid, he just has no idea how to deal with the introduction of her into his life.

Alistair Bradford || An inquisitor priest who's been tasked with the job of taking Onric down. One of many, actually. But this one's special, because he just can't seem to do it. No matter how many times he tries, and oh does he try. Ironically, they both embody what the other needs the most in his life. For Alistair it's the hunter's freedom, while Onric needs the soldier's compassion.

Dietrich Cross || Another hunter who has a knack for stitching Onric up after his encounters with the Church. Their friendship - if you can call it that - is the only one either of them really have. But they find in each other something that they never expected to see. Maybe it's their similarities that draw them together, but it's probably something else.


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TANGORIKALAK

seelie prince


Full name: Tangorikalak
Age: 8 [April 27]
Gender: Male
Species: Seelie Fairy
Height: 10in at shoulder
Fur: Creamy orange. Short in length.
Markings: Darker stripes. Light cream underbelly and eye patches.
Piercings: None
Wings: Monarch butterfly pattern
Eyes: Dark gray, almost black

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World: Seelie Court

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[ CURRENT CANON ]

Prince Tangorikalak of the Seelie Court was raised spoiled but emotionally neglected. As the youngest of seven siblings in the royal family he was hardly given the time of day, but he was still restricted as though he had a real role to play later on. He was jealous, angry, and above all lonely. He took it out the only way a young boy knows - rebellious behavior and fighting every rule put down on him. Misbehaving is a bit of an understatement. As a child he saw more timeouts than all his siblings did combined.

Things didn't improve much until after he left the confines of his kingdom. Under the guidance of humans, Tango the exile learned some semblance of decorum and compassion for others. He wasn't the last in line anymore and it great improved his disposition. In a small amount of time the spoiled brat turned into a slightly less spoiled irritation. A trickster, but you can hardly call him mean. More just... frustrating.

Tango has never grown out of his impulsiveness and rash decisions, he merely tailored them in different ways. He grew to have a strong sense of justice, but one that is black and white. If his methods are underhand, then so be it, but he does it in the name of what is right for the greater good. Perhaps it's for the best that his companion's sense is much more gray. They balance each other and sometimes, just sometimes, Tango can be talked out of doing something ridiculous.

[ FUTURE CANON ]

As an adult Tango grows more obsessed with justice, morality and duty; concepts often lost on the Seelie Court in favor of survival. Given the time to think on these concepts, he sees himself as a savior for bringing them back to his people. Having seen what the world has suffered with the lack of magic, he becomes driven and determined to see his kingdom not only return to its former glory but also help save the balance of the world.

Wilhelm's balance is critical to Tango's well-being as they grow older. His rashness in his race to take back the Seelie Court, a horribly thought out plan from the get-go, nearly sets them up for destruction. But with their victory comes a new sense of peace that settles over the new king.

But Tango doesn't do well sitting still. He never has, and never will. He is a restless individual as an adult on the throne and it shows in his actions. Once Wilhelm passes on, it becomes even worse.

History

Tangorikalak's story starts long before he was even born, as Queen Peonetta's decisions are what shape his life. When the Seelie Court, and all other fey folk eventually, were driven away by a madman's campaign for power. By hiding away the Court in a forest, the new queen instilled a fear that carried on for centuries. During which, she had seven children. When the oldest son died at the hands of humans, the Court locked itself away with a series of traps and trickery.

Tango was born late into this, after his brother had passed away, and suffered from the terror instilled in his people. It was suffocating for a young boy who wanted nothing more than romp around, to play and receive affection. So he ignored the rules and snuck away. A lot. Which resulted in more punishment than celebration. He was always in trouble and always ignored. Until one day, he met a human boy at the edge of the wood. He warned him not to enter, for the traps would surely get him stuck in there forever. When the boy finally found the voice, a tiger cup with butterfly wings, they struck up a game to play. As young boys do they became quick friends and Tango began sneaking out of the woods to play with the human boy, named Wilhelm, regularly.

It went well, for a while. Until someone caught them and reported to the Queen. She was furious, especially that her own son would commit such an act. In a fit of fury and fear, she exiled Tangorikalak. A young child still, he was thrown out into the cold, forced out of the wood forever. With nowhere to go he wandered the farms and village near the wood, where the boy supposedly lived. To his relief he found them quickly, and was adopted quickly into the family.

Over time Tango began to grow with the boy, a young farmer whose family traveled to sell their crops. Together they learned how the disappearance of the fairies was slowly destroying the world, upsetting a balance that had been there forever. With many witches exiled for their part in the hunt and fairies hidden in small pockets (that noticeably flourished because of the large magic concentration), the rest of the world was suffering. Seeing this with his own eyes, Tango realized he needed to make a change as he grew up.

But there's nothing he can do yet. He's still a young child. And while Wilhelm has promised his help, there's not much either of them can hope for while still tending crops and feeding cows.

Relationships

Wilhelm Gott || A young boy Tango found at the edge of the wood. The two became fast friends and have stuck together ever since, growing up together and discovering the state of the world. Where Tango is impulsive and sees the world in black and white, Wilhelm is more moderate. They balance each other well while pursuing the same goals. As Tango grows they both take up the fight to help bring the fairies back into the world.


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CAPPUCCINO997

wandering horror


Full name: ??? [none given]
Age: Unknown [January 8]
Gender: Male
Species: Demonic hound
Height: 4ft at shoulder
Skin: Red, scaly. Emits steam in earthly temperatures.
Markings: Darker orange and black stripes on legs and tail. Bright orange mask. Markings are distinct.
Piercings: None
Mane: Dark gray, rough. Spiky in places like sharp spines.
Eyes: Orange with small, slit pupils. Glow with an unnatural fire.

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A large beast known only by titles walks this world. Hound, Monster, Beast - they vary in length and language. But all of them agree: the creature is massive and terrifying to be seen.

The thing is, the hound is neutral at best. He wanders the world, sure, and he's not comforting to be around by any means. But he is hardly a monster. Before, in the underworld, he was a leader. His first and foremost thought was keeping his pack strong and healthy. Sometimes it wasn't the prettiest lifestyle, but the Underworld is demanding of even its most powerful inhabitants. And so his life was always about survival and the next hunt.

He is not a creature that lives well in habit, though. While many of the lower pack were content to follow, his role as leader allowed him the capacity to see past the survival. And he realized he was bored with the Underworld. The hound craves new. He craves things that make him look at the world in a different way. To adventure. And what better way than to wander the mortal world?

To many he appears to have held on to those old ways. The purely survival-driven instincts, with a bit of cunning. A savage creature when driven to anger or hunger. But he is more. He is inquisitive - in an observant way. He watches silently. Absorbs the world. He wants to know the world, especially as he sees how different the mortal world is from his own. He is harsh because it is how he had to be. But it not because he is cruel; in fact he stands to be oddly protective in the face of danger. But that's his alpha role demanding to stand above danger and keep his charges safe.

Though now he doesn't have them. So he does come off a bit as just that massive monster lurking in the shadows.

History

The hound was born in the Underworld. A harsh place to even the strongest individuals. He was in his parents' pack then, part of a large litter. It was clear from the start he was the largest of the siblings, as well as the strongest as time went on. It was clear who would wind up dominant in the group. Growing up for him was easy. And like most canines he stuck with his family until they all grew old enough to stand on their own and leave.

Now leaving the pack is the most unforgiving experience any creature in the Underworld can experience. Living on your own is a quick ticket on a one way train. The beast that doesn't find a pack, or at least a companion, fast is bound to fail.

Thankfully, strength was on his side. The hound attracted a following easily enough, even among his siblings. Initially a ragtag group just trying to survive, he built them into a powerful pack with a large territory to cover. And it was going well for a while. He kept them safe, protected. Demonic hounds aren't particularly unique aside from their biology - it was more about his strength and cunning that kept them alive in a world on fire.

But he got bored. He grew tired of having a pack rely on him for survival when he knew there was another world out there. The more advanced demons traveled to and from it regularly. Why couldn't he? So on an impulse to see a new world, he left. He crossed the threshold to the mortal realm, leaving his pack behind. And he was engulfed in wonder. This world was not on fire - he was. And the grass where he stepped burned under his paws. The world sang with life and movement in the cool night air. Mortals did things he did not understand without any thought to self-preservation.

And it quickly became much more intriguing than the daily grind of the Underworld.

Relationships

None yet.


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FATELESS



[ Alistair | Dietrich | Onric | Venus ]


Humans are a creature of habit, with a tendency to continue on the same path of self-destruction despite numerous attempts to end it. Every cry for change falls on willing souls who fail to act. And so the cycle repeats. War, famine, a cry of "we are different than before," and it goes on and on.

Hundreds of years of death and chaos followed each of these declarations. Promises of a grand revelation came and went. The world was dying. And when things got desperate, humanity turned towards the only thing that they had no control over. To them, their God was the only one that could possibly save them. Humanity was doomed at the rate it was going.

For a while this curbed the tide of bloodshed. Under the Church's guidance an era of peace seemed to fall across the world. Wars ended, sons returned home, and families were reunited. But the sinister cycle was still turning and before they knew it there was a new threat in the air. No one today is quite sure why the Final War started, only that when it had come to an end the world was worse off than ever before. It was considered, like many in the past, to be the war to end all wars. And for all intents and purposes it may have. Because the earth was damaged to such a grisly extent that any more fighting may just have been the end of everything.

And it was then that their God spoke to the people. His children had fought for too long; He ached to see them destroy each other in some pointless power struggle. In one fell swoop He declared what became known as the Order:

To my children, I am sorry. I failed to protect you. But I will do now what I can. From this moment on, you will have no more fear of the future. Your Fate will be no longer up to chance - for I have seen all futures. And they are bright. And you will know this. And you will survive.

With this declaration the world initially fell into chaos. What God's declaration meant, no one understood. It became clear soon enough as the Church began to receive countless readings. Every single person in the world was now given a start, journey, and destination. Each person's destiny was an open book to the Church, and by decree of God the person themselves.

It was a shock at first. The world wasn't sure what to do, knowing full control of their life was no longer theirs. In fact, the world's economy and governments began to collapse. It was all too much to handle. God moved fast to fix the problem, writing Fates for the Church to save his children once again. The Church took it as an invitation to take control, so they did - and before anyone truly realized what was happening they were the government. Sure it seemed well enough, they knew the truth behind everything. But as time went on, many learned soon enough that not everything was written out for them. It was more like the endgame was. They could change events leading up to certain points, but those events would be fixed in time and could not be changed.

As the world settled down over the centuries, and the Church basically put its foot in every door available, it got boring. At least for their God. The Church started to see apathy take the place of devotion in the lower social classes. And so God made a new declaration - one the Church would refuse to acknowledge.

My children, I have heard you, and I now offer a chance. I give to you the option of a fair trade. If you bring to me souls of the living, the souls your denial of your Fate may alter, I will give to you your Free Will. I grant you my Grace and free you from what you feel shackles you.

And that was that. The Church vehemently denied the claim, stating it could never be done. Some even claimed this was not God but a demon coming to take the world.

But the promise was too great. Objects popped up all over the place that stole the souls of those who died near them. Inexplicably some individuals' Fates were disappearing from Church records. This was a truth that no one could deny. The Church chose to fight it, the rest of the population chose to embrace it.

Enter the Hunters Guild: bands of bounty hunters offering mercenary services to hunt down the required number of souls for a customer. They were few and far between - each one needed an object which was connected to the soul-harvesting Pyre - but they were in high demand. And they were making a living off of this way of life. Soon it was clear that God was writing these individuals into the world; others were buying their way out and then taking the job upon themselves.

It started a new war. A silent one fought in shadows and marketplaces. The Church began to increase their hunts. Originally limited to just Fates that may be a danger to their power, their Inquisitorial Department grew to seeking out soul hunters and their clients.

Almost a century later, the Church isn't any closer to wiping out the Hunters Guild or the inhabitants with Free Will. It's a game of cat and mouse with no end. This is God's entertainment, his reality television show, and it's only in the first season.


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SEELIE COURT



[ Tangorikalak | Wilhelm ]


Magic exists in many realms, but in some it is more important than others.

Centuries ago in one much different from our own, witches led a hunt against the fairy folk. It was discovered by eating them, their power could be absorbed. One such man led a campaign to hunt down every fairy and absorb their power. It lasted for years. There were few witches who weren't attracted to the promise - and while they may not have hunted the fairies personally they did partake in the benefits. The hunts nearly drove the poor creatures to extinction. All for the sake of power.

The fairies pulled one last act to save themselves - and they disappeared from the land. Well, not entirely. But quite close. They hid away in places that mortals (magically inclined or not) wouldn't dare to venture looking for them: deep caves, woods plagued by weird noises, mountaintops, and large deserts. Their disappearance led to a sort of witch hunt, accusing the magic users for the sudden imbalance in the world. The man who found the connection disappeared from existence. Some say he still lurks the world. Others whisper he had enough power to jump between worlds. Regardless, he was never seen again. Many witches went into hiding, and the ones who didn't saw themselves hated and scorned. And in time the magic all but disappeared.

This may have been fine in some realms, but not this one. The magical balance was as important to the world as the atmosphere, if not more so. The disappearance of magic affected weather patterns, soil quality, the strength of viruses - everything. It slowly started to change the world. Unsurprisingly, the areas where the fairies had gathered suffered no such changes; the large concentrations of magic kept the areas balanced. They even flourished.

The Seelie Court trapped itself in a massive forest that sat a couple miles away from the closest farm. Under the guidance of the new Queen, Lady Peonetta, they built a new home there. And the longer they stayed there, the more the world outside suffered. The more the Court learned to naturally distrust humankind. When the Queen's only son disappeared, and his bones later found at the edge of the wood, the malice grew. The fairies implemented traps and tricks to take care of any human who entered the forest. They were never going to interact again.

Nearly a half century later, Peonetta had a total of six surviving children. The oldest daughter, her firstborn, she was grooming to take her place when the time came. The others walked the important paths set before them. The youngest, a plump kitten named Tangorikalak, wanted nothing to do with these pre-determined roles and excessive rules. He broke them every chance he got. He ventured to the outer limits of the wood to explore.

And there he met the human boy Wilhelm. Innocent in their intentions, the two had no idea that their friendship would change the course of the world. The young prince's exile was only the start of a massive adventure.


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END OF WORLD



[ this plot is under heavy construction and has no named characters ]


Centuries ago a warlock nearly destroyed one world with his thirst for power. To escape the consequences, he jumped to another. And for the hundred of years since then he has jumped around from world to world, gaining power and leaving destruction. And the suffering grew as he did so. Not many saw it. He was just a man who hopped in and out of peoples' lives. But the destruction was there, rotting the balance from the inside out.

It took a while, but soon a whisper started. Quiet at first, more like a rumor. But it started to grow as the man altered things more and more. Threatened the balance.

The world tree is dying.
A massive, intangible concept - the world tree is the balance between the different worlds, no matter how unique, that connects all existences. And while you can't see it, it's there. In its own plane of existence, where the roots reach to the origins of time and space, and meet to form the trunk of life. The branches form from different decision points. The leaves are worlds, separate planes, and parallel universes all connected in some of the strangest ways. And it maintains these worlds and their connections. Keeps the energy flowing between them. But if it were to be destroyed...
Ragnarök.
Or so the rumors say. It's all just quiet words whispered by the universe. Nothing important, you know. Except to those in the know. Some poor saps who pick up the whispers on radio interference. Mostly though, no one knows the issue is going on.

What is happening is that warlock is gaining power from different worlds. He is threatening livelihoods. The world tree may not be dying, but it is being thrown off balance. The energy flowing between worlds is altering at an alarming speed. Sometimes it's going too hot, sometimes too slow and cold. There is definitely... something happening to it. And the warlock knows it too. He thirsts for power, and he knows what he's doing. He's trying to do something. He can always be found wherever there's power, and the world tree has plenty of it.

But he's not the only one who knows what's happening. There are those out there to protect the world tree. To protect the balance. And they're trying, man are they trying. But it's hard. They have to take magic and power from other worlds to give back to the world tree and fix those rotting branches.

So the question is, who will be successful: the world eater or the hero?


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PASSED JUDGMENT



[ Ba'al | Echarion ]


The world is not what it appears. Some believe in higher powers. Some think there are angels and demons and all that. And those people would be right. But their beliefs on the matter couldn't be further from the truth. The powers that be are not there to watch over, to protect humankind. They don't listen to prayers to find those they should help. They're there to harvest them when the time is right. If anything prayers are like bugs in the conversation, revealing hidden desires. Everything they've been taught is wrong.

Angels have always watched, from the beginning of time. They have always played this game and tended their crop. They watch the planet of charges for the purest souls. From their perfect little perch in a whole other realm. And then when the time is right, they harvest them. Someday these mortal individuals will find perfection; that's the goal. Make a perfect world. Destroy the rabble. For now the souls get stuck somewhere "safe" - basically a filing cabinet in the angels' plane of existence.

There's not much that can be done about the whole thing. A few have argued against the practice, urged the angels to let humans live out their lives as anything but an ant farm. But they were quieted quickly enough. Traitors, thrown from the peaceful heavens to suffer their own fates down with the mortals. The angels are purists - and those who go against them will never be tolerated. Many of these fallen accept their fate and perish eventually. But some don't. Some fight back. Some plan to end the angels' reign over humankind. For personal reasons or for the greater good.

There is an unseen war going on between angels and demons for the souls of the mortals and rights of the world.

But not all soldiers are created equal. Among the angels are the true ones, those granted their wings from their creation, and then there are the dolls, the Scriptures. Puppets with nothing but their orders to live by and the passages carved into their skin with magic. Most live among the mortals and are the harvesters of these souls. They are peacefully excluded from the battle - until they aren't. Until it's discovered they themselves can be walking weapons.

This is a battle fought in secret, but the front lines are the city streets everyone walks on every day. These soldiers and weapons are hidden in plain sight. These are individuals that you see every day - they look like humans, but they are far from it. If you could see their true forms you would know what the churches say is not the truth.

This is a war that can't possibly be won by anyone. The demon who fight don't care much for rules of war or the sacrifices made. The angels are determined to keep their experiment going, to reach their goal of a perfect world. But still both parties fight on, no matter who gets involved.

WILHELM

royal advisor


Full name: Wilhelm Gott
Age: 8 [April 27]
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Height: 3'8
Complexion: Fair, but tanned from farmwork and being outside. Heavily freckled. Hands are beginning to callous.
Tattoos: None
Piercings: Left ear
Hair: ???
Eyes: ???

Petlookup: N/A
Petpage: N/A
World: Seelie Court

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