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ChaNom KaiMook - The Gentleman Fighter

Born in the heart of the dense forest to an orc mother and a human father, Chanom KaiMook's childhood was one of contrasts. Life was tough, but his mixed heritage made it bearable until the day it all changed. A band of black market merchants, driven by their insatiable greed, invaded his secluded world. In the chaos, Chanom was captured, torn away from his family, and sold like chattel to the highest bidder. His new life was one of torment and brutality. Subjected to torture and abuse, Chanom became a pawn in the twisted games of the black market. Forced to fight in brutal arenas against humans, half-orcs, tieflings, and others, or serve as a personal bodyguard to the depraved merchants, he endured the darkest depths of the world. One fateful day, Chanom seized an opportunity for escape. Fleeing to the bustling streets of the capital city, he found himself in an unfamiliar world. It was there that he encountered Kafefe, an aristocrat and a member of the enigmatic group known as the 'Talons.' Recognizing something extraordinary in Chanom, Kafefe took him under his wing. Kafefe became not only a benefactor but also a teacher, master, and the father figure Chanom had longed for. Under Kafefe's guidance, Chanom discovered a new purpose. Vowing to repay the kindness bestowed upon him, he dedicated himself to Kafefe's mission to bring balance to society. No longer a pawn in the dark games of the black market, Chanom KaiMook emerged as a gentleman fighter, seeking justice and equilibrium in a world that had once sought to break him.

Witchlight Carnival encounter

Chanom KaiMook's (14 at the time) introduction to the Witchlight Carnival was a twisted chapter in his life when he was still a slave fighter, a tool in the hands of cruel masters. Sold into the brutal circuits of illegal fighting pits, Chanom was known for his strength, resilience, and an uncanny ability to navigate the shifting dynamics of the arena. His only solace was a whispered legend among slaves—the fabled Witchlight Carnival, a place where destinies could be rewritten. One night, after a particularly grueling victory in the pits, Chanom overheard a fellow slave muttering about a hidden passage that could lead to freedom, concealed within the maze of the Witchlight Carnival. Driven by a desperate yearning for liberty, Chanom decided to risk everything. During the chaos of a pit fight, he seized a fleeting moment of distraction, overpowering his captors and vanishing into the night. Wounded and exhausted, Chanom stumbled upon the mystical entrance to the Witchlight Carnival. His orcish frame, adorned with the scars of battle, was an incongruous sight amid the carnival's enchanting wonders. As he entered, he found himself both entranced and wary, unsure if the rumors were a cruel trick or a genuine pathway to freedom. In the carnival's strange realm, Chanom discovered not only a reprieve from the shackles of slavery but also a chance for a new beginning. The carnival, with its whimsical illusions and magical marvels, became a sanctuary where he could reclaim a semblance of agency and identity. Little did he know that his journey through the Witchlight Carnival would weave his fate with forces beyond his imagining, setting the stage for a path of redemption, resilience, and unexpected alliances.

In the depths of the Witchlight Carnival, Chanom KaiMook lost something far more sinister and personal—a fragment of his own soul, willingly traded for a fleeting taste of freedom. As a slave fighter, he had grown accustomed to the brutality of the pits, but a growing desperation for escape gnawed at his spirit. One night, a mysterious figure within the carnival offered him a deal too tempting to resist. In exchange for a part of his essence, Chanom was promised not only freedom but also the power to exact revenge upon those who had enslaved him. Driven by a desperate thirst for liberty and a burning desire for vengeance, he agreed without fully understanding the gravity of the sacrifice. As the carnival's arcane energies siphoned a piece of his soul, Chanom felt a profound emptiness settling within him. The newfound power granted him a fleeting escape, allowing him to break free from the chains that bound him. However, the cost became apparent in the haunted, vacant gaze that now occasionally flickered in his eyes. Haunted by the consequences of his dark bargain, Chanom wanders the carnival's realms as a man forever marked by shadows. The echo of his lost soul serves as a reminder of the darkness that lurks within the magical wonders of the Witchlight Carnival, a place where the cost of freedom is eternally etched into the essence of those who dare to traverse its enigmatic pathways.

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Ha Ivver

Haa Ivver, was a lost child, and I mean that both metaphorically and literally. Haa was abandoned at an orphanage as a new born because of silver skin, grey long horns, and her bright gold eyes. Her luck did not fare any better at the orphanage where she was ostracized and bullied by the other orphans and discriminated by the nuns of the orphanage cause of appearance. View upon as the spawn of the devil, she punished every single day just for her existence. She was tortured with the question of why was she even born in the first place. Resulting in the beginning pf her cutting herself to feel just a sense that she was still alive and that she still holds a certain power in her life, she still have a choice, an ability to choose on whether she’d leave this world.

On her 14th birthday (or her 14th year of existence since she is not even sure herself of when her birthday is). It was just another hot summer day in the orphanage. She was once again running away from her bullies, by this point she know better than to scream for her her best chance was to find a place to hide till they get tired of bored of looking for her.

Unfortunately, she wasn’t so lucky this time (what’s new?). She ran into the chapel, she usually hide under the candle lit stage but this time one of the bullies was waiting for her there. They cornered her and hold her down as one of them grab a candle a drip it onto her face. Haa fight back to the best of her ability she smack one of them with her tail and began to fight back, punching and kicking, she’s no longer willing to take this. As she was punched one of her bullies they ram into the candle causing a fire in the chapel. As they were all running out Haa stayed behind to try to put put the fire but to no avail. In a last minute effort to survive she ran out of the chapel covering in smoke and ash. Leading the nuns and the other orphans to think that she was the one that started the fire.

Fear for her life of what the town and the people at the orphanage will do to her she ran away with nothing on her back but the clothes she’s wearing (should I mention that she was not even wearing her shoes).

She ran so far that she lost them all and also herself. Without any other way to survive she started stealing, but she never had much skill in that matter, what she had was her ability to run away at any trouble that came her way, so that’s how she survived.

But eventually, she couldn’t runway from herself, her self hatred of her tiefling self. If only she wasn’t born this way, maybe she wouldn’t be abandoned by her parents, she wouldn’t be bullied, she wouldn’t have to run, she could have had a better life. All of this self loath made her do the unthinkable. She saw pff her horns so that she could stop being reminded of what she is, but even that wasn’t enough, she could still see her reflection and her silver skin so decided to do the second unthinkable, she blinded herself.

Most people would be dead by this point, but not Haa, she wouldn’t be so lucky. She survived it all, her existence is her curse. She ended up on the street, just sitting there existing, waiting for the day she could stop existing, no food, no water, if she could stop breathing she would have stop that too.

That was when Iroh founded her. He was a human, or at least she think he is. She is not quite sure what he looks like, all she knows is that he was quite big 6’5 maybe 6’6, chubby and smell like tea.

He was the first person that showed her kindness, which of course made her trust him even less. She would not take food nor water from him, she refuse, in her mind this will be how she chose to go, just weathering away slowly in this dark alley.

Fortunately, Iroh would not allow that, he carried her kicking and screaming to where he lives. She’s not quite sure where it is, all she knows was that it was very far, smell like incense, and there was a-lot pf people there, but these guys were different from the people she was used to, they never judge, harm, or treated her unfairly.

She was laying a room for several days, people come in and out tending to her wounds. Iroh never left her side, making her eat and drink, even though she try to fight him at first he just wouldn’t give in.

“What is this place and who are you?”

She asked him

Iroh told her that this is his monastery, where he teach his students the way of the lotus, the balance of the forever changing and chaotic world, and he could teach her too, if she wants, but if only if she wants. He promised not to kick her out even if she refuse and that she could stay here as long as she, she could even live here if she wants.

Through time she began learning the way of the lotus, practicing both the teaching of the lotus which teach balance, and martial arts taught at the monastery. Within 5 years she became one of Iroh most trusted student and advisor. She have finally found her way, now all she wants to do is to safe people like her, and so with Iroh acknowledgment she journey out into the world to try to help where she can, to bring balance to this chaotic world.

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Pluviam Hyacinthi

Pluviam Hyacinthi came from a well to do family, well they were well to do until his birth.

His father Sol Tenebris, a young merchant turned nobleman after marrying into his mother's family, the Hyacinthi. Unbeknownst to the Hyacinthi, how this young man came to stole the heart of their young and only daughter is the through the means of demonic magic. He wishes for riches, title and position in society, as well as the most beautiful maiden in the land.

However the Hyacinthi will soon come to realize what Sol have done to win over his daughter heart and their fortune and title.

During the afternoon of Pluviam's birth, a rainy afternoon. Pluviam did not come out of his mother crying like most new born but rather silent and calm, it was as if the sky was crying in his stead. Pluviam was born with a Hyacinth skin color as if to mock the family's name and an even darker indigo hair color with two small horns similar to a newborn ram.

Despite his looks and despite the Hyacinthi finally realizing what their son-in-law had done, Pluviam never lack love, his mother and father love him dearly, and so does his grandparents. However he was kept from public eyes, every servants in the mansion was told to never mention a word of this and was paid a handsome salary along with a promise to not do so.

Overall Pluviam had a warm and loving childhood, despite the servants gossip along the halls and corners and the loneliness that comes with being an only child. That is until, one day he decided to sneak out of the mansion and into town, his appearance stunned the townspeople, and soon they learn that this young Hyacinth Tiefling is the Heir to the Hyacinthi family. The family was immediately shunned and strip of all their status and land.

Pluviam grandparents passed away a few days after this, some say due to stress, his father left the family estate with anything valuable he can carry, leaving him and his mother behind. His mother though never leaving his side was banished by the townspeople out of their manor and into a small cabin at the edge of town, but even through all this, she never once complain. Even though she was shunned by the townspeople everytime she goes into town and treated like an outsider or trash or the devil himself, she never once complain, she was always smiling as bright as the sun.

At the age of 18 and a few days after his mother's untimely death he decided to burn down the cabin with his mother as a sort of make shift funeral ceremony. He grabbed things that are valuable to him, his mother's family ring which he now wear around his neck as a necklace so he will always remember where he came from and who he is and his Mother's Tarot Cards, her favorite past time and to remember the stories she would tell him using these cards.

He begin his journeys with a little bitterness in his heart to saying goodbye to the woman who always loved him and a deep hidden resentment towards the townspeople who shunned his mother and family to the buttom of society, and his father, the cowardly man who ran away.

He step forward onto the road beginning his journey to explore the world? To gain power? For revenge?

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