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Name: Currently Janess Rosentia. Nicknames or Titles: Black Rose. Weight: Currently 110lbs Height: Currently 5'5 Sex: Currently Female. Birthdate: Jan. 5th. Origin: Shi’Fer , No Man's Land. Class: Necromancer / Assassin Race: Human. Picture: Spoiler: click to toggle Physichal Apparence: Black Rose's original form and features are anyone's guess really, could you guess? Clearly whoever, weather male of female, Black Rose was once upon a time, she has found the female form more suited to her liking as her last few bodies have been female. Janess has a light purplish blue hair color, with shimmering blue eyes like the ocean on a clear day. Janess's nose is small and as Black Rose thinks, cute. Her lips follow close after but most impressive is her bust size, being clearly above average for a girl around 19 in age. A small star tattoo marks the left side of Janess's face, just to the left of her eye. Her bouncy bluish hair curls off at the ends and is cut somewhat short. Her slender body is quite a sight to behold, and her soft almost pale skin is near priceless to the touch. Truely Black Rose can be so cruel when preparing her bodies, making sure to get ever aspect just right for maximum effect on her test subjects... Clothing and Armor: Janess doesnt have much in the line of armor, or clothing for that matter. Showing off the curves of her body, well, whats her body now at least. She usually has a pair of boots, steel tip boots actually, the kind of fasion you would typically find most miners wearing. However not so typically is the thigh high blue stalkings she wears, with their odd patterns to match her blue panties and vest garment, which is open to reveal her stomach and middle of her chest. All of which is the same bluish color of her hair. Janass has a pair of belts, ridding up the sides of her hips and around to connect a pair of pouches to her thighs, straps around her thighs keeping them in place. A holster on the back of these belts homes her shortsword. In a similer fasion to the belts is the upper piece of clothing/armor that Janess wears, pretty much the ONLY real piece of armor on her body, the upper vest part splits off with a piece in between both sides on her front. Two hard leather sholder pads are held together by the strap accross Janess's chest. And although Janess might not have a sleeve on her left arm, her sleeve on the right one which travels the langth of her arm, ending in a glove. Has a series of small plates made of Mithril, although its not much Janess doesn't really worry too much over it. Janess has a cloak that connects to her upper vest with a series of buckles, one on her back and two on her front, the cloak covers up Janess's body like a black robe. There is also a hood connected to her upper vest area that she can usually be found making use of. Janess has an armband on her left arm, a special one that she has tampered with personally. Picture: Spoiler: click to toggle Personalty: Personality, is it as personal as so many assume? Is not one person just as likely as another? What of Black Rose? Just as her name suggests, she is a rose of sorrow, a symbol of death, an abnormal element in the flow of existence. What he or she used to be like is nothing, its meaningless, because she is who she is now, regardless. Has the switching of bodies changed her personality? Is it possible that those lives shes assimilated live on in her very being? Or perhaps she is mearly a product of her environment. What is known of this Rose is what is seen in her actions, she considers herself an 'artist'. The dead bodies, the body parts, her tools to create her art. Always looking for ways to improve, to make a perfect creation. Black Rose offten writes her findings in her notes, in her books, her journals, although thats not all she does, oh no. For to limit oneself to such is to work with no play, to enjoy your job is not to say that it is your free time, of course not. Black Rose is known to write short poems, sing random tunes, talk to her dead pet birds. Well, she always calls them Woody, and its a wonder if she even realizes that its not always the same bird, or perhaps it doesnt matter to one such as herself. Sadistically inquisitive when she finds something that catches her interest, she can be the most charming suductive person you meet, or the last deathly vission that blurs your eyes with your own blood. To pose the question of personality, is to personally question that which simply is, and simply was, only to simply be. She is what she is now, until later, when shes something else. History: Where does one truely begin? At birth? The Necromancer currently going by the name Janess has seen more then one birth, to which owns his begining? Names, dates of birth, years in a life, all meaningless when you have come to see the wonderous things that Janess has. This is exactly why this Necromancer takes on the names of his new bodies, taking as much as he can from the pathetic words as possible. Is that not the dream dreamers reminis to? That they damn waking in efforts to return to? Janess has seen the awakening, seen the advent, the brink of life and death so many times in the past. Hundreds of years perhaps, but years arn't of the highest importance to this story, no. The Necromancer Black Rose had resided in the No Man's Land, ironically as the name suggested it was No Man's Land. Lucky for Black Rose that she had such a wonderful female form to expariment on. Taking residence in a cave near the woods Black Rose conducted her expariments on the dead, mostly animals, to venture too far was a burden and too high a risk...for now. Black Rose traveled into the near towns, villages, farms, always searching for potential....research. It would be wonderous to have countless bodies to test, countless body parts to mix and match. Alas Black Rose needed to settle for things she could find....for now, but soon, soon she would have corpses to plunder, to raid, to rain bloody terror down with. Black Rose soon possed as a doctor, visiting the sick of the villages and farms close to the forest, never venturing too close to the larger city...no, not there, not yet. It wasn't very hard, colds, sickness, it was all too easy to cure. What Black Rose wanted to learn....oh the things she wanted to learn. The animals were stupid, careless and always so easy to fool. Black Rose offten wondered why there was a difference, why some animals appeared smarter, bolder, different from the rest. So she opened them up to find out, trapping, killing, slaughtering in the name of advancment, in the name of knowledge. The animals made fun test subjects...although Black Rose still wanted human corpses to play with, to make dance, soon enough....all in good time. Black Rose took her bloody, battered animal remains, her tools of victory, tools more valuable then the life of a new born, for these would soon be born. Be born a beast from man, or perhaps a beast carved out of the very essence that was to exist? Either way, Black Rose continued to gather, continued to study, putting the dead animals back together again in various ways and bringing their dead bodies back to life over and over, testing various ways that they would react, walk, attack. How simple the dead were, just like animals, so simple. But perhaps that was the hidden truth behind truths, that everything is simple in the end, but the creation wouldnt be, no not this, not one bit. Black Rose sent her new undead out, to attack near farms, she needed human corpses...There was little success, but little is more then none, and Black Rose had managed to kill a stragler or two from place to place. Going to the places on call to examin the body and aid in burrying them, only to return later and dig them up. They needed to be fresh, of course, the fresher the better. Black Rose continued her expariments, however she soon grew bored....the bodies needed to be fresher, but there was no dire need nor any reasonable way to do it without causing people to notice that she was behind it all. Black Rose continued her studies, until finally she had what she needed. The No Man's Land had its useful traits, however Black Rose would need to travel to other places, find new specimins to test....new theories to try. She soon set her eyes on Janess Rosentia, such a young wonderful body....so ripe for the taking. Black Rose couldn't pass up the chance to give herself another 'fresh' start before the trip, it was always interesting to test new bodies.... Luck shinned in Black Rose's favor yet again as the children were playing in the woods one day, all alone with none to stop her...Black Rose snatched up Janess, smirking as young Jenett ran off for daddy, poor little baby running as if she had dropped her favorite toy into the river, and this toy was soon swept away as well. Black Rose quickly bringing the girl to her cave, tying her up and rereading everything she would need for the steps to take, it would be a shame to waste such a young body after all....After a few days everything was set, everything ready for the transfer, for the dark arts to yet again return Black Rose to her youth again. Setting the girl down, drawing out the circle, setting the blade high in the air as she chanted. Everything went as planned, stabbing down into the young body the transfer completed, and all just as the priceless face of the sister Jenett watched in horror. Black Rose was so pleased, the suffering was so apparent in young Jenett's eyes, the shock, the fear, humans were so much fun when they felt pain. Black Rose simply got up, getting what she needed and leaving, a smirk on her new face the whole time. Janess went off into that good night, in search of test subjects, in search of what she hadn't found. The truth behind truths, the lies hidden behind eyes, she was bound to find something if she looked hard enough, or long enough...She would possibly like to find other Necromancers and see what research they have discovered, seeing as how it could possibly aid her in her own. On her way through Dawn Janess encountered a man who offered her a job, as an assassin in his guild. Janess saw this as a potential chance to recover more human bodies for her expariments and accepted the man, she was givin a pendant and allowed to be among their ranks as a member of The Order of The Silent Blade. Janess however is still seeking her own personal desires and needs, theres so much work to be done... Items: A quill, a small bottle of blood, Janess's journal, a dead blue Jay bird, one rose, The Order of The Silent Blade Pendant. Spell List Spell Name: Roiro Class: Quintessence. Effets: Used in Necromancy to rise the dead from their eternal slumber, reanimating dead bodies of practically any once living being be it human, animal, if it was alive and died its body can be forced to rise up and act once more. Although the user must actually be so close that they could actually touch the body they are attempting to reanimate, theres no real need for actual contact for experienced Necromancers. Once a dead body has been reanimated it functions are returned to it, meaning that its organs and appendages once again function, more or less normally. Although decay is still a relevant problem for the body, as it will still rot away normally due to the fact that it is still dead. Because the body has had its functions returned to it, after a body is reanimated it will remain so until destroyed or incapacitated. Because the spell is cast by the user, the undead body will refrain from assulting anyone that the user designates, also meaning that the reanimated body will assult anything indicated for such action by the user. This spell requires the incantation, mentally or verbally, following as such. "Sutro Iriro Roiro." to be repeated as many times as needed to reanimate the corpse. Spell Name: Ovoner Class: Quintessence. Effets: A skill useful to Necromancers or those who delve in the darker art of healing. This spell is capable of 'repairing' potentially devistating or debilitating injuries, ones sever, and that primarily consisting of the loss of limbs. When a limb is lost, such as an arm or leg (although not limited to). The user can in a sense fuse a new body part to their existing ones, basically being able to attatch a new arm or leg (although not limited to). This skill can be useful in creating monsterous undead creatures, fusing different limbs and appendages in the form that the user wishes, so long as they have the body parts present. Although if the user attempts to replace a body part with a body part of an already dead person or animal, the body part is dead and will decay naturally eventually rotting and falling appart. However there is an exception, should the body part that the user is attempting to attatch to themselves be fresh, just cut from the living body, the limb or appendage will fuse successfully and act as a normal body part for the user. The user must chant an incantation while attempting to fuse any body part or appendage to themself, following as such. "Orgetnider Ovoner Ocidnoc." to be repeated as many times as needed until the body part has fused itself to the user. Spell Name: Oitceiart Class: Quintessence. Effets: A spell that is not to be taken lightly, and is usually onely known to skilled Necromancers. Harnesting this spell to preserve their minds, and in a sense live longer lives. A Necromancer is able to transfer their mind and soul into another body, and thus being able to use their new body as if it were their own. Because this spell envokes one of the most dangerous spells of the dark art of Necromancy, it slightly differs from normal Quintessence spells. Requiring not only an incantation, but a living body in which to transfer in, an alter on which to sacrifice the body, and a circle surrounding the alter which has the incantation writtin around its base in the user's blood. The user must chant the incantation which is "Oitceiart Ovoner Sutro" while inside the circle, and as they stab a bladed object into the sacrifice's stomach area. As the sacrifice's blood pours out and they slowly die the user's mind and soul is then transfered into their body, using the blade as a median for the transfer just before the sacrifice reaches death. The old body of the user will then die in its place, the user rising from the alter and removing the bladed object from their new body, the wound repairing itself apon removal. Because of this skill Necromancers are able to obtain a new body when theirs has become old or useless to their needs, allowing them to continue their research and gain more knowledge. Spell Name: Era - Orgalf Class: Quintessence. Effets: A basic fireball spell, the user chants "Orgalf" and builds up fire element in the palm of their hand, firing a handheld ball of fire in whatever direction they wish. The ball cannot change course and is basically fired like many spells of this kind. Its range is somewhere around medium, being able to travel a distence, but loosing impact effect the further from the caster the spell has to travel. Spell Name: Oicca Mu - A - Sucitalov Aidnuperc Class: Jewels, Evokism. Effets: A mix of Jewels and Evokism, Janess has sealed one of her creations inside of an armband that she has specially enchanted for summoning of said creature. The Creature which is named after the chant required to summon it, can be brought out from the armband by a series of hand gestures while chanting "Oicca Mu - A - Sucitalov Aidnuperc". The creature has no real special abilities, and is quite an odd mix of animals that Janess has fused together to form her new work of 'art'. Bat wings, spider eyes, a large insect like body. The creature itself is unlike any natural animal, and hard to explain in mere words. About the size of an average human this large bug like beast spews out a sticky substance from its odd mouth, ensnaring enemies, or at least making movement and actions somewhat slower and harder. Janess mostly uses this little cuttie for last resort escape attempts, although it would be foolish not to use such a wonderful work of 'art' in her jobs when she finds a reason to. Appearence : Spoiler: click to toggle Fighting Fighting Level: Novice. Fighting/Weapon Style: Being a talented Necromancer, Janess tends to use her spells more then her blade. Although dead bodies arn't always a stones throw away for the using, hence Janess will also use her shortsword. Although she has no real skill with bladed weapons, stabbing and slashing isnt that hard to figure out. Janess tends to attempt to seperate multiple targets, taking one down at a time and rising their dead bodies to aid her in taking down the next. Because there may be instances where theres no bodies to use, and her shortsword will do no good, Janess has invested some time in learning a basic fireball spell, which she isn't afraid to use. Janess tends to use the dead bird she can be found almost always carrying, as she gets a new one when the old one is destroyed or lost. Although Janess talks to her 'pets' she also uses them as distractions, or means to flee from situations she finds she can't pravail in. Its not that Janess is a coward, in fact its clear from her lack of armor and exposure of her body that she has a natural disregard for her own physical safty, to an extent. She just isn't stupid enough to play 'hero' and get herself killed for no good reason, since Janess is a Necromancer she tends to scavenge body parts and the like from the dead enemies, for future expariments and the such. Armor Class: Light armor, hard leather shoulder pads, series of small plates made of Mithril on the sleeve of her right arm. Weapon Name: Normal Steel Shortsword. General Description: A pretty average looking steel shortsword, has a black handle and a sharp blade. Picture (optional): Spoiler: click to toggle Abilities: Normal Shortsword. History: One of Black Rose's oldest posetions, having bought it a long while ago and has used it in at least two body transfers over the years, one of which included her newest body, Janess. Spell Skill Level: Skilled-Level Other Notes: Sample RP: Janess sat idly at a table in a local tavern, this town was so dull. She just needed to find her target and be done with it, who knew, if she was able to kill the target without causing much harm to the body she would have more parts for her 'art'. Her dead bird sat motionlessly on the table, looking back at her with the one eye that was still in the animals head. Janess smirked as she pet the side of the bird's head with the back of her pointer finger, playing with her 'pet'. "Whos a good boy Woody? You are, yes you, aww your a good boy Woody." Janess seemed to be off in her own little world as she seemingly talked to the dead bird, although no one in the bar dare to do more to the women then to shot a glance her way now and again...she seemed to have a strong smell of death that clung to her, much like that of a corpse left out to the tests of time and weather. Although playing with dead things wasn't very reasuring for the rest of the drunks and tenders. Glancing out the window without much of a care Janess's glazed over eyes scouted for possible test subjects....the ones in the bar were too annoying to deal with, too big for her to take down without causing too much noise....no....she needed a nice slender girl. Younger the better, they were so much easier to handle...and expariment on. Oh the fun to be had....the fun yet to have. Spotting a potential 'playmate', Janess rose up from her chair, a rather long and annoying scrapping sound following from the wood of the legs against the wooden floor. Giving her 'pet' bird one final pat on its head before picking it up and opening up her robe enough to place it back into the pouch at her thigh, showing off just enough leg for those sitting around in the bar to get a quick peek, it was fun to tease humans... Letting her robe fall back into place Janess moved accross the bar, heading out the door and off to find her new little 'friend'. The young girl wasn't hard to find, and even easier to track. Her small little dress dancing slightly in the wind as she skipped down the dirt road, looking at the various stalls and small shops as she went, she was practically begging to be used in expariments.... Janess smirked under her hood, her sadistic lips spread into an even more sadistic grin as she contemplated possible tests to run on the girls corpse. Although she had to admit, one of the best parts WAS watching them die, you could always tell the cowards from the fool hearted brave in their last dying breath. As the young girl went around a corner and headed through a small ally, Janess saw her chance, how perfect for her little 'playmate' to trap herself in such a secluded area? Janess quickly followed after, turning the bend and stalking down the dark ally, small specks of light marking the darkness as she went. Hearing a mass amount of scuffling and footsteps Janess quickly realized what had happened...the little pests had set a trap. A few rather large men closing in on Janess, hands ready to grab. Janess simple let out a stuborn laugh, chanting in her head until finally her 'pet' peeked its head out of her pouch, squirming out and fluttering at the men as it cawed, intent on pecking their eyes out or scratching their faces with its bony claws. Janess quickly turned and ran in the opposite direction, looking for the nearest window and jumping through it. Glass shattering and spraying the inside of the place as Janess rolled along the floor, eventually coming to a stop and getting up off the floor. small bits of the glass falling from her robe as she stepped accross the hardwood floor, remaining glass crunching under her boots Janess eventually came to a set of stairs. Stepping up onto the step before her, Janess slowly made her way up the creeky stairs, the wood making cracking noises she her slender body pressed down. Finally getting to the top and glancing around, a look of distaste on her face as she sighed and went to the nearest window. "Such incompitant monkeys...." Cracking the window open as much as possible Janess slipped outside, closing the window from the outside and walking along the connecting rooftops. It would probably take the fools a while to realize where she had gone, by then she didn't plan on being in the area. Edited by Nishi Tetsu, Jan 7 2009, 02:25 PM.
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