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[ N A M E ]
▌Ashran

[ A G E ]
▌687 though he chooses a child form to use to his advantage. No one has seen his true form.

[ R A C E ]
▌Canine (Black-Backed Jackal)

[ C L A S S ]
▌Vice Commander (Rebels)

[ E M P I R E ]
▌Rome

[ W E A P O N S ]
▌Ashran prefers not to use weapons if he can help it. He's a strategist. A thinker. A trap maker. Someone that manipulates others to his will with careful planning and the assistance of a large information network.

▌ If push comes to shove, Ashran will reduce himself to using the weapons he always keeps concealed on his body. Caltrops to slow down pursuers and spring-loaded punching daggers which eject from his bracers. Both covered in one of three poisons he keeps with him. They include a powerful paralytic, strong aphrodisiac and a deadly poison that attacks the nervous system.

▌Ashran would sooner talk his way out of a battle or flee if the situation looks bad. One who lives to fight another day is one who learns from his mistakes and has the upper hand in battle the next time around.

[ M A G I C ]
▌Ashran is a powerful illusionist. His magic is his best skill and his trump card. Not only is he able to effect the objects around him with these manifestations, but when inhaled, his magic effects the senses directly, making it difficult for his victims to disbelieve what they're seeing.

▌Ashran also has a nasty habit of using his mental prowess to his advantage when he's cornered. Disguising those around him in illusions as well as himself in attempts to confuse his enemy and turn them on one another, allowing him not only to escape, but to influence political alliances as well.

▌In the event of disbelievers, Ashran hides small poisoned caltrops or daggers in his illusions and throws them at people (if there is no one else to set them on, that is).

▌Unlike his weak body, Ashran's mind is a thorny labyrith wrapped around a bear trap that is rusted shut. It is very difficult to influence him mentally or to make him bend to someone else's will. That is only natural after centuries of practice.

[ W E A K N E S S E S ]
▌Overall, Ashran is at his weakest when confronted with a physical fight and will do anything to avoid it. If caught, there is little he can do to escape physically - his body is small and agile, however lacks strength of any kind. That is the disadvantage of his current body.

▌Physical pain to the real Ashran (whether in or out of an illusion) makes it very difficult for him to maintain his focus. While not impossible to continue concentrating, his illusions will weaken greatly and be easier to disbelieve. Ashran's constitution for physical pain is astoundingly low and as such, it effects not only his ability to fight, but his ability to maintain his magic properly.

▌In addition to these weaknesses, the physical form chosen by Ashran to complete many of his information gathering rounds - that of a child - has limited capacity to function. He needs regular rest and while quick and agile on his feet, this only lasts in short bursts before he succumbs to exhaustion. Moreover, when in a tired state, his magic (which requires a fair amount of consitution to perform) is weak and utilitarian.

[ P E R S O N A L I T Y ]
▌Conceited ▌Diligent ▌Persistent ▌Patient ▌Intelligent ▌Ruthless ▌Cunning ▌Mysterious ▌Diplomatic ▌Efficient

▌Ashran prefers to think about things rather than go rushing head on into them. There is always merit in planning and he whole heartedly believes that any situation, no matter what is at stake, no matter how big or small, benefits from contingencies and well gathered information.

▌Often seen as a coward or a weakling, Ashran prefers to think of battles in terms of percentages. What losses are acceptable, whether the outcome will be favourable or not. He would rather live to fight another day than die needlessly at any point in time. After all, there are people who are more suited than he is to head on battle - and those people need someone to tell them what to do. It's just that simple.

▌Ashran longs for the days of his early childhood, back when Rome was a feared and prosperous Empire that stretched halfway across the known world. He has seen his home driven into the ground by the former (and current) Feline administration and believes it is high time that someone finally put right all the mistakes that they have made. At any cost. Rome will be ordered and prosperous once again... just give him time. Just give him time.

[ H I S T O R Y ]
▌Originally Egyptian, Ashran was fled to Rome in his early childhood by his mother, Ashanti. As he was still a child, he knew not the reasons why he was relocating to a different country, but wasn’t particularly bothered by it – he trusted his mother and her judgement and when she said they were leaving, he didn’t argue. After all, he had heard stories of Rome’s prosperity and how it glittered in a marvellous display of forward-thinking and conquering prowess. Truth be told, he was excited about his new country and was sure he would come to love it.

Welcomed into Rome despite their origins, Ashran and his mother set out to lead a simple, but lower class life… but no sooner than it begun, it was torn to shreds by the ravenous fangs of war. They had been there little but a year before war broke out and savaged the Roman landscape. Ashran was devastated. What had happened? Why were the Romans forced back by the backwards Egyptians?

In the midst of Egyptian attacks and confusion, Ashran and his mother were separated as the Romans fled, leaving him orphaned and alone on the new streets of Rome. Small and weak, Ashran spent his days following stronger men, hoping to glean whatever scraps he could to survive on, stealing them away to his abandoned hiding place.

It was there he would attempt to regain some sense of normalcy. Some sense of the promise his mother had made when they made Rome their country. It was in this dark time that he remembered the words of his mother, “If you wish for something hard enough, dear Ashran, it will appear before your eyes. That is your gift.”

Sure enough, he wished for her and their little home before the war began… and it appeared. It appeared around him and she before him… though only in illusion. An illusion that provided no warmth and no comfort in the long run, but somehow made him feel less alone in the world.

His days alone did not last for long, however. Discovered by a mysterious stranger and adopted as his own, Ashran was raised on tales of how Rome used to be before the Felines ruled. More prosperous. More wealthy. Better than the Rome even Ashran had remembered. Regaled with these stories of might and triumph, Ashran was determined to make Rome that way once more. To build the Rome he had envisioned in the past and help his leader make it great once more.

Ashran quickly learned the disadvantages and advantages of the way he was. He was small and not fit for battle, but easily taken for a child and a fool. He wasn’t someone that saw a point in swimming against the current to attempt to be something he wasn’t, so instead, he used his weaknesses to his advantage and worked hard on his mental and social skills.

Soon, under the guidance of his leader, Ashran was groomed to be the Rebels’ Vice-Commander, rumoured to be weak and a push over to outsiders, but known to be ruthless and unyielding to those within the rebellion; a fearsome child with deadly intent and a level of resolve that went beyond loyalty and bordered on obsession.

[ ✔]
▌The idea of Rome in prosperity once more ▌Getting his way ▌Honey Milk Tea ▌A perfect plan ▌Strategy games ▌The art of manipulation ▌Moonlit strolls ▌Quiet nights

[ ✘ ]
▌Ignorant people ▌Stupid people ▌Ham-fisted knuckle-draggers (big oafs that like to exert their so called 'power') ▌Unnecessarily loud places ▌The current Roman administration ▌Being called 'kid' ▌Being ignored ▌Being late / people who are late ▌Wasting time

[ E X T R A S ]
▌Motto: "There is always time for strategy."

▌Would never admit it, but prefers to sleep next to someone large and warm than by himself.

▌Loves having his ears played with.

[ R P S A M P L E ]
Ashran sighed. People were so incompetent sometimes. Did he have to do everything himself? The impatient tapping of his foot could be heard echoing where he was waiting for his contact -- who was late. One of the things he hated most was tardiness. It put off his entire schedule and that unsettled him somehow. He liked things to happen on time and when they didn't, he got cranky. When he got cranky... well... life never turned out so well for the ones who made him cranky.

Well, that would be put into practice soon enough, hopefully on this bafoon he was meant to be meeting. Ashran's eyebrow twitched in irritation as he folded his arms across his chest. While he was a patient demon, situations like this made him want to strangle something cute and fluffy to relieve his pent up tension.

Though despite everything running through his head, when the contact arrived, a nonchalant expression fell upon his face. Always the pretender. Casually he sauntered over to deal with him, moving some of his hair away from his face.

Description
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[ N A M E ]
▌Ashran

[ A G E ]
▌687 though he chooses a child form to use to his advantage. No one has seen his true form.

[ R A C E ]
▌Canine (Black-Backed Jackal)

[ C L A S S ]
▌Vice Commander (Rebels)

[ E M P I R E ]
▌Rome

[ W E A P O N S ]
▌Ashran prefers not to use weapons if he can help it. He's a strategist. A thinker. A trap maker. Someone that manipulates others to his will with careful planning and the assistance of a large information network.

▌ If push comes to shove, Ashran will reduce himself to using the weapons he always keeps concealed on his body. Caltrops to slow down pursuers and spring-loaded punching daggers which eject from his bracers. Both covered in one of three poisons he keeps with him. They include a powerful paralytic, strong aphrodisiac and a deadly poison that attacks the nervous system.

▌Ashran would sooner talk his way out of a battle or flee if the situation looks bad. One who lives to fight another day is one who learns from his mistakes and has the upper hand in battle the next time around.

[ M A G I C ]
▌Ashran is a powerful illusionist. His magic is his best skill and his trump card. Not only is he able to effect the objects around him with these manifestations, but when inhaled, his magic effects the senses directly, making it difficult for his victims to disbelieve what they're seeing.

▌Ashran also has a nasty habit of using his mental prowess to his advantage when he's cornered. Disguising those around him in illusions as well as himself in attempts to confuse his enemy and turn them on one another, allowing him not only to escape, but to influence political alliances as well.

▌In the event of disbelievers, Ashran hides small poisoned caltrops or daggers in his illusions and throws them at people (if there is no one else to set them on, that is).

▌Unlike his weak body, Ashran's mind is a thorny labyrith wrapped around a bear trap that is rusted shut. It is very difficult to influence him mentally or to make him bend to someone else's will. That is only natural after centuries of practice.

[ W E A K N E S S E S ]
▌Overall, Ashran is at his weakest when confronted with a physical fight and will do anything to avoid it. If caught, there is little he can do to escape physically - his body is small and agile, however lacks strength of any kind. That is the disadvantage of his current body.

▌Physical pain to the real Ashran (whether in or out of an illusion) makes it very difficult for him to maintain his focus. While not impossible to continue concentrating, his illusions will weaken greatly and be easier to disbelieve. Ashran's constitution for physical pain is astoundingly low and as such, it effects not only his ability to fight, but his ability to maintain his magic properly.

▌In addition to these weaknesses, the physical form chosen by Ashran to complete many of his information gathering rounds - that of a child - has limited capacity to function. He needs regular rest and while quick and agile on his feet, this only lasts in short bursts before he succumbs to exhaustion. Moreover, when in a tired state, his magic (which requires a fair amount of consitution to perform) is weak and utilitarian.

[ P E R S O N A L I T Y ]
▌Conceited ▌Diligent ▌Persistent ▌Patient ▌Intelligent ▌Ruthless ▌Cunning ▌Mysterious ▌Diplomatic ▌Efficient

▌Ashran prefers to think about things rather than go rushing head on into them. There is always merit in planning and he whole heartedly believes that any situation, no matter what is at stake, no matter how big or small, benefits from contingencies and well gathered information.

▌Often seen as a coward or a weakling, Ashran prefers to think of battles in terms of percentages. What losses are acceptable, whether the outcome will be favourable or not. He would rather live to fight another day than die needlessly at any point in time. After all, there are people who are more suited than he is to head on battle - and those people need someone to tell them what to do. It's just that simple.

▌Ashran longs for the days of his early childhood, back when Rome was a feared and prosperous Empire that stretched halfway across the known world. He has seen his home driven into the ground by the former (and current) Feline administration and believes it is high time that someone finally put right all the mistakes that they have made. At any cost. Rome will be ordered and prosperous once again... just give him time. Just give him time.

[ H I S T O R Y ]
▌Originally Egyptian, Ashran was fled to Rome in his early childhood by his mother, Ashanti. As he was still a child, he knew not the reasons why he was relocating to a different country, but wasn’t particularly bothered by it – he trusted his mother and her judgement and when she said they were leaving, he didn’t argue. After all, he had heard stories of Rome’s prosperity and how it glittered in a marvellous display of forward-thinking and conquering prowess. Truth be told, he was excited about his new country and was sure he would come to love it.

Welcomed into Rome despite their origins, Ashran and his mother set out to lead a simple, but lower class life… but no sooner than it begun, it was torn to shreds by the ravenous fangs of war. They had been there little but a year before war broke out and savaged the Roman landscape. Ashran was devastated. What had happened? Why were the Romans forced back by the backwards Egyptians?

In the midst of Egyptian attacks and confusion, Ashran and his mother were separated as the Romans fled, leaving him orphaned and alone on the new streets of Rome. Small and weak, Ashran spent his days following stronger men, hoping to glean whatever scraps he could to survive on, stealing them away to his abandoned hiding place.

It was there he would attempt to regain some sense of normalcy. Some sense of the promise his mother had made when they made Rome their country. It was in this dark time that he remembered the words of his mother, “If you wish for something hard enough, dear Ashran, it will appear before your eyes. That is your gift.”

Sure enough, he wished for her and their little home before the war began… and it appeared. It appeared around him and she before him… though only in illusion. An illusion that provided no warmth and no comfort in the long run, but somehow made him feel less alone in the world.

His days alone did not last for long, however. Discovered by a mysterious stranger and adopted as his own, Ashran was raised on tales of how Rome used to be before the Felines ruled. More prosperous. More wealthy. Better than the Rome even Ashran had remembered. Regaled with these stories of might and triumph, Ashran was determined to make Rome that way once more. To build the Rome he had envisioned in the past and help his leader make it great once more.

Ashran quickly learned the disadvantages and advantages of the way he was. He was small and not fit for battle, but easily taken for a child and a fool. He wasn’t someone that saw a point in swimming against the current to attempt to be something he wasn’t, so instead, he used his weaknesses to his advantage and worked hard on his mental and social skills.

Soon, under the guidance of his leader, Ashran was groomed to be the Rebels’ Vice-Commander, rumoured to be weak and a push over to outsiders, but known to be ruthless and unyielding to those within the rebellion; a fearsome child with deadly intent and a level of resolve that went beyond loyalty and bordered on obsession.

[ ✔]
▌The idea of Rome in prosperity once more ▌Getting his way ▌Honey Milk Tea ▌A perfect plan ▌Strategy games ▌The art of manipulation ▌Moonlit strolls ▌Quiet nights

[ ✘ ]
▌Ignorant people ▌Stupid people ▌Ham-fisted knuckle-draggers (big oafs that like to exert their so called 'power') ▌Unnecessarily loud places ▌The current Roman administration ▌Being called 'kid' ▌Being ignored ▌Being late / people who are late ▌Wasting time

[ E X T R A S ]
▌Motto: "There is always time for strategy."

▌Would never admit it, but prefers to sleep next to someone large and warm than by himself.

▌Loves having his ears played with.

[ R P S A M P L E ]
Ashran sighed. People were so incompetent sometimes. Did he have to do everything himself? The impatient tapping of his foot could be heard echoing where he was waiting for his contact -- who was late. One of the things he hated most was tardiness. It put off his entire schedule and that unsettled him somehow. He liked things to happen on time and when they didn't, he got cranky. When he got cranky... well... life never turned out so well for the ones who made him cranky.

Well, that would be put into practice soon enough, hopefully on this bafoon he was meant to be meeting. Ashran's eyebrow twitched in irritation as he folded his arms across his chest. While he was a patient demon, situations like this made him want to strangle something cute and fluffy to relieve his pent up tension.

Though despite everything running through his head, when the contact arrived, a nonchalant expression fell upon his face. Always the pretender. Casually he sauntered over to deal with him, moving some of his hair away from his face.