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Cheneres

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a character in “Aurea Cor”, as played by Phantom's Sword

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INFORMATION


"live life with action
not under a cage of regret."



full name xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx CHENERES
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birthdate xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxSUMMER 23
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occupation xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx.TOUR GUIDE
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home town xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx.OUTSKIRTS OF THE BADLANDS
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affiliation xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx.CHEN'S BITCHIN' BADLANDS TOUR SERVICES
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MAG +2 xx STRG +1 xx DEX +0 xx WIS +0 xx CHA +2




conceal don't feel, don't let them know
elsa





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THE SURVIVALIST
the brightest smiles hide the deepest wounds


Born to a nomadic tribe known as the Arias, the Arias chose their home in a land that most forego travel, the Badlands. Cheneres’s past life had previously been filled with hunting and hiding. His clan survived by picking their prey. Killing the monsters small enough to fit in a basket, while running from the ones who were slightly bigger. It was almost unfathomable for a tribe to survive in the harsh environment of the Badlands. However, many generations of knowledge and technique, have resulted in not only survival, but flourishing in the land of malice. However, monsters come in every size..and the Arias found themselves against the foreign magic that they were able to survive many decades without.

Holding a position as one of the major Familia was a feat in itself, but the Favire had always wanted more. Though, as a result of their ambition outgrowing their humanity, they weren’t afraid to make up for their weaker genetics with sheer depravity. Taking in street urchins, and creating mages out of them or sending hired killers to claim the lives of dangerous competitors. While they did well to cover their evidence trail, their covered crimes eventually caught up to them, a long list of unexplained occurrences that always seemed to link to their name. Forced to play the game fair and square, the authorities did well to keep the Favire on a short leash. However, the law could only enforce within the city.

No soul dared to venture this far. They surely didn’t scream danger like every other being that roamed these unforgiving plains..but they were thrice as dangerous. Cheneres could hear an explosion, but not much after. When he woke up, he was living a new life. A dog of the Favire, and with his tribe that he held so much pride in a past-fleeted memory.

Bestowed a new name and a new purpose, Chen worked hard to appease his captors. His childhood friends were weeded out like clockwork, leaving him the sole survivor of his peers. The days were reserved for training..while the nights were saved for experimentation. His only link was to an extinct clan and coupled with above average magical ability, he was their key to restoring their broken reputation without alerting any of the authorities. All that was left was to give him an artifact of his own.

However, the Favire would find themselves at a loss due to a fickle Via. The artifact in question, did things without reason, and with one fell swoop, destroyed the memory binding spell that kept Chen on their leash. Their collective escape followed soon after.

Fragmented memories danced in his brain, Cheneres himself unable to tell whether he had been living or dreaming. Years of servitude have made his actions exude a stout etiquette..but his new instincts were really trying to convince him to eat the fungus growing on those steps. Still on the run from the Favire, he found himself on the wrong side of town. A meeting place for crooks, the Heart of the Underworld.

He wasn’t unfamiliar with hiding from monsters, so he never got caught..but staying safe meant staying put, which meant staying close to people who would cut his throat from looking at them wrong. Of course, that meant getting robbed and beaten more than one would like..but he eventually made a name for himself. As his memories slowly returned, he found himself sought after as the Underworld’s resident Badlands expert. Being associated with criminals was less than ideal..but the prospect of recapture made him reluctant to step wherever the light showed.

Grasping tightly the faded memories of the Arias, he remembers fondly the words of advice from his father. Urging him to live with a smile, and without constant worry. Cheneres' charm had earned him a good reputation with some of the most powerful and most twisted, an extrovert who somehow melts the hearts of the most deprived. Bolstering a vivid grin, Cheneres discards any increment of worry or doubt in favor of living life earnestly. Present in how he speaks, he favors passion over responsibility and ignorance over regret. However, living at his brightest wasn’t as simple as he hoped, reluctantly ignoring his aching heart, pain was just a wound and fear was adrenaline in a different flavor. Strength and passion was all he could ever show..as that is what the Arias would’ve wanted. Appeasing his fallen ancestors was all he could ever wish for..but he is unaware if they want him to trust his instincts or his anger.


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storage : aurea magic

Able to store anything inside a small marble capsule if touched. Can be a piece of debris, a train or the flames of a magical blast, user is able to rapidly expand the object out of the capsule at will and if the capsule is thrown and the object is expanded out, the object will keep the capsule's speed and trajectory. Can work on living things, but the living thing would have to give their consent to being shrunk and not struggle. Doesn't work on artifacts without the artifact user's consent as the via is able to fight against the magic and make it impossible for Chen to contain them in a small ping-pong sized marble.


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LIKES
☼ │ puzzles, ferrets
☼ │ alcohol, justice, talking
☼ │ cute girls, sports
☼ │ large monsters, sunlight
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☼ │ magic, stairs
☼ │ wine, heights, cleanliness
☼ │ long nails, shiny things
☼ │ scams, pompous peeps.
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MISC
tries to keep up with youngster trends (ok boomer), no concept of personal space, owns a lot of belts, tries to find reasons to take off his shirt, self-conscious about height despite being average-sized




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POWER + 1ImageSKILL + 2ImageDURABILITY + 2


Tested by the Favire for compatibility, Chen found himself synced to the pipe in an instant. Of course, the Via was too prestigious to be wielded by someone who was half-assing it so he promptly restored his stolen memories. While they usually don't get along, Chen owes the Via his life.

Ability One xxAllows the user complete control of the trajectory of a thrown or shot projectile. However, the user most know the object being thrown well and the conditions of the air. The shot must be physically possible, and he can be very well stopped by an unknown assailant he didn't have prior information about. It also incurs memory loss after being used continuously. (+2 accuracy to ranged weaponry, weapons that have the capability to ricochet have a chance to bounce to another enemy after an additional role (over 7(-2)) and does -3 (+1) damage.)

Via xxSir Bartholomew is a prestigious Via. Only wishing to see the best from his user, he frequently speaks to Chen with pomp and scorn, the Via can never be satisfied with anything. Sir Bartholomew likes cats and also speaks with a British accent.

+ Ignition: A purplish smoke emits from the pipe, surrounding the user and obscuring their own vision. Visions of possibilities fade in and out before one which suits the user's fancy cuts through the thick smog.

So begins...

Cheneres's Story

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Candle-lit and dust-ridden, the underbelly of Lumen has always been a dangerous place. While bustling with warm commerce as opposed to the eternal winter that blankets the streets above, without laws to enforce the most deprived crimes, the Underworld had been revered as a land ripe with sin. To most, it’s a pathway where one must avoid eye contact at all cost, to some a hunting ground for their next meal. To Cheneres, it was simply known as home.

Weaving through alleys and stalls, Chen was in quite the good mood, though he was also quite late. Bumping through a group of hooded gentlemen, he made sure to get out of shanking range before looking over his shoulder and shouting apologies. While the bosses that run the Underworld have found it in their rotted heart to tolerate Chen and his antics, that didn’t discourage random thugs from gutting him like swine.

“CHEN! I’LL KILL ‘YA!” As he turned back to apologize to the group he ran through prior, he inadvertently caused a burly man to drop a large oak crate. Dodging a bushy right hook, and hopping over the splintered remains, he ran away from his provoked attacker. Chen would buy him a drink later. His name was Bovar, nice fellow, might or might not dine on the ankles of little children.

Ducking into an opening between 2 stalls, he checked if he was still being followed. Keen on not making any more enemies, Chen decided to go about his way at a leisurely pace. The Rêverie wasn’t too far off from here and dying on the way would definitely make it more difficult to meet with his employer.

Most drinking spots in Lumen were warm of interior, temperature matching the chambré and adorned with ornate wood or pretentious furnishings. The Rêverie was..quite different. His nose twitched from the smell of strong cleaning products, undoubtedly used to conceal the scent of spilled martinis and stray vomit. The glimmer of faint lights radiated off the gloomy walls of the establishment. It definitely matched the tasteless look that appealed to surface-dwellers, but the air was caked with a light fog. The ambiance was almost dream-like, useful in veiling the criminal trade that is carried out behind the countertop. Serving exotic drinks in the day and rare information in the night, all business, illegal or otherwise is overseen by a man named Oberon.

“Ay Oberon! What ‘ya got for me?” Tiptoeing over a syrupy stain of past evaporated drink, Cheneres stiffly found a clean spot on the counter to place his elbow before beckoning to his old friend. Luckily, he caught him at a slow time. Acting as a middle man, Oberon directed clients who needed a Badlands expert to Cheneres. Allowing him to avoid the risk of law enforcement, or worse..the family who had razed his life from beginning to now.

“A sight to make eyes sore..what are you doing here, you asshole?” The bearded man grumbled as he cleared glasses with dirtier rags. Animosity filled the air, as an exaggerated surprise formed on the young survivalist’s face.

“If this is about the previous gig, I got them what they wanted with only…minor hiccups.” Cheneres accidentally rested his hand on a puddle of mystery liquid he made such a show to avoid earlier. Wiping his hand on his slacks, he paced the room, almost anticipating having to dodge another punch. The job he was referring to involved 2 low-ranking nobles, brothers that went by the names of Fabien and Cedric Leclère. While their money and reputation commanded the respect of some, they were anything but men. Cedric wanted the skull of a dangerous looking beast to show his trophy wife that he was a certified badass, his brother Fabien also tagging along just because. The job certainly paid well enough, not unlike his other experiences with corrupt nobles. However, he was forced to handle the beast all by himself.

“You fed them some shit and they got food poisoning. I don’t remember mentioning that in the job details.” Oberon placed the glass on the table with a distinct thunk. He threw his rag at Cheneres, prompting a duck from the roguish man.

“What? Just because I said Udeline and Phoenix Thistle tasted good with Wild Boar doesn’t make that my fault. They already seasoned and consumed it before I said that the flavor wasn’t worth what those spices do to your stomach.” He held his hands up, smiling shamelessly like a child who certainly couldn’t do any wrong.

Relenting under Cheneres’ endless optimism, the bearded man eventually smiled himself. “Fuck you.” Lifting the flaps of his pocket, he reached in and pulled out a crumpled note. Placing it on the counter before retracting back to allow Cheneres a peak. “Goes by Gilles, I know how bad you are with memory so the details should be written here..”

Chen awkwardly plucked the paper from the counter-top. Meet on the Maryland dock, near the outskirts of the Badlands. The writing was quite legible, cursive like a noble. Oberon also never had his clients write down information for him..must’ve been the customer’s request. Grinning from ear to ear, Cheneres skipped towards the door. “You’re the man, Big O. Arrange for the ship for me, will ‘ya?”

Though as Cheneres looked back to say goodbye, Oberon already had turned around and started walking to the backroom. The big man always wasn’t one for goodbyes. Waving anyway, Cheneres pushed through the exit door into the frosted air outside.




Waiting for the ship to dock, Cheneres pranced along the planks of the creaky ship. Every wane and groan of the sea vessel had Cheneres hold onto just about anything that was next to him. While Oberon was able to get him to the Badlands whenever he wanted, he always was placed on piece of crap ships that could shatter from a dense breeze, much less a heavy storm. Luckily, the waves were calm and they were close enough to shore to place Cheneres’ mind at relative ease.

The straining of the half-splintered sloop was especially apparent as it came to a stop. Creaking of stringed-together wood danced into the air as the crew attempted to dock the medium-sized vessel. As soon as the sails were up and the ropes pulled the ship to a stop, Cheneres jumped onto the dock at his first opportunity. While having to make this trek for a living, the quality of ships he had been forced to ride on have bestowed upon him a distinct fear of sailing.

Cheneres took a deep breath, the breath quickly transitioning into a brief cough. Being on the island that had been known as the heart of all evil really puts chills down the spine and seasoning in the air. Walking closer to shore, Cheneres felt an odd sensation flow through his body. It couldn’t have been the chills he was referring to earlier..they already got their turn. Rearing his head, he had just enough time to dive out of a purplish blast that had been aimed at him prior. A group of hooded men who had also been transported on the ship spilled onto the dock, prompting the crew to pile onboard and begin the preparations to sail away. Pushing himself up, he didn’t have time to think as he leaped out of the way of another blast. While he wasn’t the most graceful, he was lucky enough to land on his feet and begun sprinting away. Deeper and deeper into the heart of the Badlands.

OH MY GOD OH MY GOD. Was that the damn Favire? Had he been set up? Questions blared loudly in his head as he weaved through the gloomy trees and rocks. The frigid air felt like needles on his skin..but his face? The same smile he always wore hadn’t shrunk away just yet. He had escaped the jaws of death more times than he could count. When he got out of this, it would make a killer story.

Ducking his head from another blast, he pivoted his feet to the side to stop himself from slamming face-first into a large boulder. Looking back as his assailants drew closer in eye-shot, he placed his hand over the boulder. He always hated magic, the usage and the users included. But Cheneres certainly did not have time for a grudge. Placing his hand on the boulder, Cheneres beckoned forth a wave of energy that surged through the large stone..almost as if he was scanning the contents. With a slight swish that scuttled through the air, the Boulder became a violet marble, no larger than a ping-pong ball. Picking up the gem for later use, Cheneres went on his way again, the mages on his tail unfortunately gaining some distance courtesy of the obstacle.

A violent lilac spark burst through the heavy air, grazing Cheneres’ left arm and beckoning forth a hearty cry from the Survivalist. Smiling to dull the pain, Cheneres tossed the purple marble that had been rolling in his hand at the mages. With a snap of his only good hand, the marble expanded back out into its dormant form, a boulder, and dropped in front of the mages’ path. With an opportunity to collect himself, Cheneres dipped behind a boulder of similar size.

Placing his one good hand over the smoldering wound, he fumbled in his pocket for his artifact. Stout berating filled his head as Cheneres brought the pipe to his mouth shakily. Ignoring his rather unhelpful via, he took a deep breath in the mouthpiece before blowing out a thick smog that obscured his own vision.

Outcomes stirred about in the smoke, every path that could ever occur forming from the smog before Cheneres’ eyes seem to gleam at the perfect one. He knew the air around here..and he knew what he was throwing. As the smoke faded out, he placed his hand on the boulder behind him and shrunk it into a shimmering lavender marble before picking it up again.
He knew his previous boulder wouldn’t keep them for long. As the rock exploded behind him, he found himself ducking and weaving through purple lightning bolts that soared from behind him. His fatigue didn’t do him any favors as the blasts begun to graze him on his leg, and other arm. Running like a corpse, Cheneres grinded his teeth as he ignored the pain. Just a few more steps…until..a clearing!

Tumbling onto the frosted grass, Cheneres flung the purple marble into the air. Holding up his arms to defend himself from any stray blasts, the mages didn’t notice the purple marble morphing back into its boulder form overhead. Not allowed any time to react as it crashed down from above and only left a bloody stain in its wake.

Cheneres let out an exasperated sigh. Breathing in the cold air and exhaling the condensation, Cheneres wrapped his wounds with the remains of his jacket. As a hearty grin formed on his face, Cheneres stood up and begun to limp back the way he came.

“This is going to be a hell of a st-..” His mumbled words were cut off by the jaws of a beast clamping over his body. Through his silent celebration, he didn’t notice the monster that had been silently stalking him and his pursuers.

He was lucky the beast’s fangs killed him before he hit the stomach acid.