#tcol character tournament pt 2

[vacantgodling]

ROUND 5: WINNER TAKES ALL

5: From a young age you have quietly watched—as the world around you blossoms and changes, as a sturdy oak you never falter. When it came time for you to choose your destiny, you deterred from your father’s path in the spotlight, to find your place among the common folk—to see the world and all its hidden beauties. Yet, this wasn’t a terrible departure; your family has always wished you well, and it is that bond that has strengthened you from sapling to tree. Your eyes see the evil as you come into this new place, but you do not flee from it. Even if it should take the very sight you hold dear, ever as a tree, you weather.

35: Your patience is unmatched but don’t they say love is patient? Unwavering, even in death, you are humbled by the force of it. Love… it is what you sing and what you feel. Every rock, every spring, every friend, every beast. Perhaps that is what drew you to her—to find love underneath her hate. And even if it was not there before, you forged it, like a blacksmith, until only love remained. You hated to leave so soon, but you know it won’t be long now before you’re reunited with the one who never thought it could know love.

32: You have always operated best under darkness, but at this point you’re struggling to see. You have been stumbling through the dark for what feels like forever and this pain is only getting worse. But for them you hold on. For their sake. You can’t fail them, as you have failed everyone else in your life. Through tears you hold them up, even if it costs you your eyes. It will be worth it if they see the light in this never ending darkness. It will be worth it if they’re free.

[vacantgodling]

yeah guess who's redoing this + reusing the same graphics bc i'm lazy and i don't want to make another lol anyway tho.

WELCOME TO THE TCOL CHARACTER TOURNAMENT!

yes i'm redoing this again and this time i'm not gonna try and make different kinds of tournaments (like photos or whatever) i'm just gonna strictly do the character descriptions. and then i'll post the profiles after.

i don't have a fancy bracket this time so just trust me on this. i'll post the rounds under the cut! get ready to voteeeeee

all profiles that i post in relation to this will be linked when they lose so feel free to check out the characters and lemme know what you think <3 there's a lot LMAO.

WINNER IS ... ALTAIR NOCTURNE!

(WINNER TAKES ALL) ROUND 5:

5 vs 35 vs 32 -> 32 WINS!!

5 is... FORTE SYMPHONIA

35 is... ARIAN BLOOM, GUARDIAN OF LOVE

ROUND 4:

5 vs 40 -> 5 ADVANCES! 40 is… LORD EVONDRA, THE DEMON KING

35 vs 4 -> 35 ADVANCES! 4 is… CLEAR BRIGHTENDALE

2 vs 32 -> 32 ADVANCES! 2 is… SANDRA “SAN” DEARBORN

ROUND 3:

21 vs 2 -> TIED. AFTER SUDDEN DEATH -> 2 ADVANCES! 21 is... ERIK SOORI

5 vs 31 -> 5 ADVANCES! 31 is… CHARISSA GOODWYN

34 vs 35 -> 35 ADVANCES! 34 is… ELODIA PESANTE

4 vs 12 -> 4 ADVANCES! 12 is… SIR KEEVAN GUERRA

32 vs 37 -> 32 ADVANCES! 37 is… GENERAL DUCHESS MUINENA LATHSBURY

40 vs 9 -> 40 ADVANCES! 9 is… MIONA WINFREY

ROUND 2:

22 vs 37 -> 37 ADVANCES! 22 is... UN (DION) UNDERSHIELD

5 vs 16 -> 5 ADVANCES! 16 is... LORD KIBA LATHSBURY

25 vs 21 -> 21 ADVANCES! 25 is... DARAN "PAPA" ISAI

34 vs 18 -> 34 ADVANCES! 18 is... KARENZA HAWKINS

13 vs 4 -> 4 ADVANCES! 13 is... SAITH PRALINE

35 vs 12 -> TIED. RESHUFFLED INTO ROUND 3

27 vs 32 -> 32 ADVANCES! 27 is... DUCHESS PRIMROSE AEGOS

38 vs 31 -> 31 ADVANCES! 38 is... KING LUTHER LATHSBURY

9 vs 29 -> 9 ADVANCES! 29 is... GALEN LANTHI

40 vs 26 -> 40 ADVANCES! 26 is... GRAND DUKE ARAN LATHSBURY

2 vs 42 -> 2 ADVANCES! 42 is... RAAGA CHAAR

ROUND 1:

29 vs 1 -> 29 ADVANCES! 1 is... PIPER FAIRWIND

12 vs 39 -> 12 ADVANCES! 39 is... DUCHESS ARIETTA LATHSBURY

10 vs 5 -> 5 ADVANCES! 10 is... FELICITY EVERGREEN

4 vs 41 -> 4 ADVANCES! 41 is... EREBOS VERDINE

21 vs 7 -> 21 ADVANCES! 7 is... CAMERON BLISS

32 vs 36 -> 32 ADVANCES! 36 is... DUKE SID LATHSBURY

23 vs 18 -> 18 ADVANCES! 23 is... JACE KAGANOFF

15 vs 25 -> 25 ADVANCES! 15 is... KALIFIA FANDEL

9 vs 6 -> 9 ADVANCES! 6 is... MADJA FANDEL

34 vs 8 -> 34 ADVANCES! 8 is... JIHI ARTHEA

30 vs 40 -> 40 ADVANCES! 30 is... HOA CLOUDBERRY

19 vs 22 -> 22 ADVANCES! 19 is... JAGODA ARTHEA

17 vs 37 -> 37 ADVANCES! 17 is... ERYN ARCUS

42 vs 16 -> TIED. RESHUFFLED INTO ROUND 2

14 vs 35 -> 35 ADVANCES! 14 is... LADY ILLIANA AEGOS

11 vs 2 -> 2 ADVANCES! 11 is... SIR MUKUL BRIO

24 vs 31 -> 31 ADVANCES! 24 is... MIKI KAGANOFF

33 vs 13 -> 13 ADVANCES! 33 is... HELIX CARMINE

26 vs 28 -> 26 ADVANCES! 28 is... FIAMETTA LANTHI

20 vs 27 -> 27 ADVANCES! 20 is... MOIRA DEARBORN

38 vs 3 -> 38 ADVANCES! 3 is... DEUX UNDERSHIELD

[vacantgodling]

ROUND 2

35: Your patience is unmatched but don’t they say love is patient? Unwavering, even in death, you are humbled by the force of it. Love… it is what you sing and what you feel. Every rock, every spring, every friend, every beast. Perhaps that is what drew you to her—to find love underneath her hate. And even if it was not there before, you forged it, like a blacksmith, until only love remained. You hated to leave so soon, but you know it won’t be long now before you’re reunited with the one who never thought it could know love.

12: Chivalry is a funny thing, one sought after by lords, and romanced by the common—but true chivalry is dedication, of which you have aplenty. The most decorated of men, your heart still yields to the gods, to destiny, to the care you have for your subordinates. It is that care that will snuff your light, but it is not a regret in fact, only an honor to be allowed to partake in chivalry’s greatest act of devotion.

[vacantgodling]

ROUND 2

5: From a young age you have quietly watched—as the world around you blossoms and changes, as a sturdy oak you never falter. When it came time for you to choose your destiny, you deterred from your father’s path in the spotlight, to find your place among the common folk—to see the world and all its hidden beauties. Yet, this wasn’t a terrible departure; your family has always wished you well, and it is that bond that has strengthened you from sapling to tree. Your eyes see the evil as you come into this new place, but you do not flee from it. Even if it should take the very sight you hold dear, ever as a tree, you weather.

16: You are the heir to the throne, should you wish it or not. After your uncle’s death and your mother lost in childbirth, as the only thing your father had left he sent you away to protect you. You squirm under the weight of your uncle’s legacy and your father’s desperation, wishing only to hide and thrive with the friends you have made not noble in birth but noble in spirit. They would kill for you, and you them. Their dreams are your dreams. But you know the time is coming and you dread the day the kingdom will rest on your shoulders.

[vacantgodling]

ROUND 1

42: If there were sins in this world, the one you would bear is that which covets. The harsh wasteland which brought you up has made you greedy. When you see one who you call friend proceed you in every way, that bitterness grips you and makes you act out. Your actions however, have dire consequences, ones you cannot bear face. Repent, or die alone, its your choice to make.

16: You are the heir to the throne, should you wish it or not. After your uncle’s death and your mother lost in childbirth, as the only thing your father had left he sent you away to protect you. You squirm under the weight of your uncle’s legacy and your father’s desperation, wishing only to hide and thrive with the friends you have made not noble in birth but noble in spirit. They would kill for you, and you them. Their dreams are your dreams. But you know the time is coming and you dread the day the kingdom will rest on your shoulders.

[vacantgodling]

ROUND 1

17: There’s always been something about you; even from birth your parents could sense it. The call of the wild seemed to manifest in your very being; the crunch of dirt and leaves under your feet and the smell of a fresh breeze to call you home. You walk a thin line between civility and nature, and that nature is a part of you more than anything else. You cannot explain the things that you see, only know that they call it chaos touched, one eye unseeing but sensing it. Your friends and your bond to them keeps you tethered to society, but that they indulge you and follow you into the unknown… you know you’re far luckier than anyone else here.

37: Even under the weight of the mightiest mountain or up against a formidable foe, your courage is unwavering—almost like the legends that have been long told. The thunderous roar of victory rings everpresent in your ears, and battle after battle you conquer, you win. Your life has always been loud until you find a partner who is quiet. A gentle, weak candle, and all you wish to do is ignite it. You would burn the world down to see him happy, to shelter him, to keep him; his daintiness and intellect the match to your brutal flames and determination. A love blossomed between you, and with his brother’s blessings—a strong son came first, and then soon after a daughter. You have lived your life with no regrets, but perhaps one and that is that you couldn’t see if your daughter had his eyes, or yours.

[vacantgodling]

ROUND 4

2: The second child you were never seen—always passed over in favor of your elder sister, forever favored. Everything you did was met with scrutiny, with scorn, with indifference, and even if you fought harder, your results were more abysmal. Even after she left home, that was perhaps when your parents lost interest altogether, in this failure of a child who could not carry their expectations. A bitterness like acid coats your tongue when you tell your parents that you’re going; a bitterness created by the way they don’t meet your eyes. You know they don’t want you here, never have, yet you can’t help but hope if you make something of yourself they will. It’s a fool’s errand, but your grief is the only thing that’s ever comforted you. Even if you have to fight for it and kill for it, you will gain their respect. At least, that’s what you tell yourself you’ll do.

32: You have always operated best under darkness, but at this point you’re struggling to see. You have been stumbling through the dark for what feels like forever and this pain is only getting worse. But for them you hold on. For their sake. You can’t fail them, as you have failed everyone else in your life. Through tears you hold them up, even if it costs you your eyes. It will be worth it if they see the light in this never ending darkness. It will be worth it if they’re free.

[vacantgodling]

ROUND 2

9: Some wonder where happiness resides in a person: the heart or the brain. Many foolish people would answer the heart, but that’s a sure way for it to be broken—your happiness rests in your brain. You grasp at your happiness and you think of it, uncompromisingly. Even in the face of death you’ll face it with a laugh, because joy is the most powerful weapon of all. You are an expert wielder, and use it to shield your companions from the suffering and toil, but it is no hardship for you. You only wish to return to the days where all of you were laughing around a table at the bar, instead of braving it alone.

29: True to your word of your parents, you dote on your sister as though she was your own daughter. Wherever she gos you follow. The pride of your hometown rests in the pride of her voice, and despite many thinking it best she be caged you helped her escape the nest. Her joy is your joy, but at times you feel as though you’ve been sequestered to a supporting character, no storyline of your own. Until you came here, and began to find it—yet how unfortunate it seems that your time was cut short before you fully discovered it.

[vacantgodling]

ROUND 2

13: Steadfast, pliant, unyielding, defiant—your life feels endlessly contradictory. A student and an admirer, a teacher and a gossipper, no box can truly hold what you contain. To have conviction of your own is not something you were ever taught, and its something you grapple with daily, and this personal quest you’ve donned is to seek it. Should you find it, befriend it, it would serve you well to know that you were the one who taught it.

4: When you look at your hands, all you see is blood. Blood of friends, of enemies, and many times your own. Reverence comes with a prize and price; trauma, and there is only so much more of it you could take. Shunned by your family, alone and self loathing—you thought if you could only help something, someone instead of killing. Maybe then your consciousness will let you scrub the blood off your hands. But until then, you keep washing.

[vacantgodling]

ROUND 2

34: The only part about being a martyr that is left to be desired, is being properly buried. Without that grace, your spirit cannot pass on. Tethered to the place where you died, you cannot blame your companions for being unable to save you. But grasses and roots have already begun to tangle over you in this magic-laden place, and you fear perhaps, that you will be doomed to linger here forever; for even The Lady of the Mists does not traverse here. Your hope comes in the form of the tears of one who does not know you but weeps—and for their compassion, you suppose you do not mind granting one last favor.

18: Blessed with a rare gift, the eyes on you have ever multiplied; with every achievement and every feat, your admirerers grow. As a dancer, you spin in their ring. You reach out to those in wonder, and you help those who are weary, and you offer kindness to even those who would look upon you in jealousy. It is a dance you dance alone, but you have supporters you hold dear—your friends who have ever encouraged you, and have built the stage so you can succeed. And with your calloused hands you reach for them; to pull them up, and to hold them near. It will take everything you have, and then more, but you have so much to give. And that’s the scary thing—that you can only give, and give, and give.

[vacantgodling]

ROUND 1

26: Your brother has long passed, and your wife soon after, and despite your best efforts the walls are closing in tighter. The chokehold of your position, seemed granted unfairly by protestors, is a birthright never yours, but you hold fast to it, until the true heir is ready for it. This responsibility, this pressure, some days you fear it might break you, and those who you can trust run thin. Sometimes you think it best if you were never here at all—and yet. And yet, you persist, too afraid of what should happen if you falter.

28: Spring was always your favorite season. There is beauty among sorrow. Your voice, loud and strong, carries the melody of spring to the tops of mountain peaks to the lowest of valleys—your lute in hand and wind at your feet. You came for adventure and found love, and your joy was ever mounting. But like a songbird falls prey to a cat or sudden cold snap, your voice was cut off.

[vacantgodling]

ROUND 1

33: You were never right after you lost them. The days bled into weeks, into months, into years, perhaps, spent adrift in this hell. Your friends speak of fighting on, but you hardly have any fight left to give. It would be better if you were just a spector; better if you just rotted here. Perhaps when whatever life left clinging to you was gone, the two of you would be together in Cerullius. But still, you put one foot in front of the other; if only for the sake that you know they would not want you to die.

13: Steadfast, pliant, unyielding, defiant—your life feels endlessly contradictory. A student and an admirer, a teacher and a gossipper, no box can truly hold what you contain. To have conviction of your own is not something you were ever taught, and its something you grapple with daily, and this personal quest you’ve donned is to seek it. Should you find it, befriend it, it would serve you well to know that you were the one who taught it.

[vacantgodling]

ROUND 1

34: The only part about being a martyr that is left to be desired, is being properly buried. Without that grace, your spirit cannot pass on. Tethered to the place where you died, you cannot blame your companions for being unable to save you. But grasses and roots have already begun to tangle over you in this magic-laden place, and you fear perhaps, that you will be doomed to linger here forever; for even The Lady of the Mists does not traverse here. Your hope comes in the form of the tears of one who does not know you but weeps—and for their compassion, you suppose you do not mind granting one last favor.

8: Your world is a mist of illusions; thick and bewildering. Only she can save you now. You stumble in the darkness, take actions not your own—but how little you know of what you have truly done. Should you break free of this curse, the pain of your failures will swallow you. Perhaps it is better to live in blissful ignorance; you can’t miss what you cannot remember. But there is a beacon in the darkness… something that is beginning to open your eyes.

[vacantgodling]

ROUND 1

4: When you look at your hands, all you see is blood. Blood of friends, of enemies, and many times your own. Reverence comes with a prize and price; trauma, and there is only so much more of it you could take. Shunned by your family, alone and self loathing—you thought if you could only help something, someone instead of killing. Maybe then your consciousness will let you scrub the blood off your hands. But until then, you keep washing.

41: The darkness that once cloaked you was stolen; in the hour of suffering and bated breath, you were stripped of what was once yours. Now you bloom bright in the darkness, dead but undead; alive but barely. To find your place in this world… you aren’t sure what that would look like—as you know its one you shouldn’t be apart of. But with this light you now wield, you will carve out your place, and what a fine chiseler you will become.

[vacantgodling]

ROUND 1

10: The sea calls to you, it always has. The call of journey has always been an afterthought, but when you grew bored of your home’s waters you took it up all the same. You’ve never wanted for much in life, never gifts nor companionship but experiences that you can cherish until you die. Journey, like a hearty stew, that you can savor. Your job is perfect for you; out and about, always moving and exploring, never ceasing so you can continue to quench your thirst. Some may wonder if you’ll ever settle but the road has always had your name.

5: From a young age you have quietly watched—as the world around you blossoms and changes, as a sturdy oak you never falter. When it came time for you to choose your destiny, you deterred from your father’s path in the spotlight, to find your place among the common folk—to see the world and all its hidden beauties. Yet, this wasn’t a terrible departure; your family has always wished you well, and it is that bond that has strengthened you from sapling to tree. Your eyes see the evil as you come into this new place, but you do not flee from it. Even if it should take the very sight you hold dear, ever as a tree, you weather.

[vacantgodling]

ROUND 4:

35: Your patience is unmatched but don’t they say love is patient? Unwavering, even in death, you are humbled by the force of it. Love… it is what you sing and what you feel. Every rock, every spring, every friend, every beast. Perhaps that is what drew you to her—to find love underneath her hate. And even if it was not there before, you forged it, like a blacksmith, until only love remained. You hated to leave so soon, but you know it won’t be long now before you’re reunited with the one who never thought it could know love.

4: When you look at your hands, all you see is blood. Blood of friends, of enemies, and many times your own. Reverence comes with a prize and price; trauma, and there is only so much more of it you could take. Shunned by your family, alone and self loathing—you thought if you could only help something, someone instead of killing. Maybe then your consciousness will let you scrub the blood off your hands. But until then, you keep washing.