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Circinus
Demi-Girl (She/They/It)
26
Chaotic Neutral
Monk (LVL 5)
Mercy
Circinus Callisto is not a figure well known outside the north region of Faerûn. They tend to travel across the area's towns, villages and cities with a group to show her skills as an artisan, being an expert in origami.
If you've ever seen someone selling impressive paper puppets in markets across the Sword Coast, it's very likely that Circinus is the one behind the puppet's creation.
Ambitious, cunning, selfish and resourceful. Circinus is a person who wants things to go her way no matter what, being very vocal about her disdain if things take an unexpected turn for the worse. She is a born leader, and hates following someone else's orders, she wants others to do things for her, not the other way around.
Circinus follows her own terms and rules to achieve her goals, paying others very little mind unless they have something that interests them. They also have a general distaste towards individuals who got their strength from supernatural means, though she doesn't disclose her reasoning as to why.
- Circinus has strong associations with the moon.
- They are not too fond of religious figures.
- Her steel gloves are slightly inspired by Mersault, from Limbus Company.
- It is a full rework of an old duo concept I had.
A simple mace. Nothing too special about it.
A metal staff with golden details at the ends.
Circinus' iron gauntlets work wonders when it comes to punching things.
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1 action
5 feet
1 round
1d8 thunder damage
You brandish the weapon used in the spell's casting and make a melee attack with it against one creature within 5 feet of you. On a hit, the target suffers the weapon attack's normal effects and then becomes sheathed in booming energy until the start of your next turn. If the target willingly moves 5 feet or more before then, the target takes 1d8 thunder damage, and the spell ends.
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Red, red moon. When will your shadows break? Tell the truth, what are you hiding behind that face?
The poison we both have inside is the same. Though we pretend, I know that we both knew there's no prize at the end of this game.
I gave up the ghost a long time ago. It still haunts me.
Lights, A star, A voice, A twisted thought, A touch, A kiss, A distorted dream.
Ripples, A well, A stone, A multiplying desire, A fruit, A sin, A holy mother.
The light goes down, a mark from God. You're shaking now, your brother's blood, left alone.
What have you done?
Your father's boy, your mother's son.
