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✦ Appearance
Asbeel is a halfling so they are small in size and lean built. They have heterochromia, with one eye being green and the other dark brown (except when they use their powers then they turn bright glowy purple). Their right brow is split, and they have a deep scar across their nose. Their skin is dotted with freckles and their nose is decorated with a septum ring. The halfling has a head full of fluffy, curly white locks, medium length. Their features are wide with a big nose, ears and facial structure.
The little one usually dresses in long sleeved outfits, big and cozy (jackets and hoodies. ) most their wardrobe is purple. (they like purple, okay?!)
✦ personality
Look at their eyes, look at those sad puppy dog eyes! Asbeel has not lived a good life, but they got a good heart. They've grown to have trust issues from the way life treated them but they wont shy away from doing a good deed. Though sometimes their power feel like a curse, they try to look at it positively. Their powers might have been used for evil by people taking advantage of them, but they've also been able to do good. They can hear and feel others as though these thoughts and feelings were their own. They were meant to change the world, right? Why else would they have their powers. So they try to look at the bright side, always, even when it hurts.... well... that's what Asbeel tries to present themself as---
In reality though, Asbeel is a touch starved, unhappy halfling, who would like for nothing more than to be free, free of people who take advantage of them, and free of being viewed as a deity for their powers. They are deeply hurt, feel extremely alone, and exhausted of wearing a smiling mask to hide how the mountains of ache beneath. But there's nothing they can do except keep moving forward.
Despite all that, the halfling retains their charisma and charm. They find the best way to get on people's good side is to mirror them, or rather, mirror the person they want Asbeel to be by doing some mind reading. They adapt, like a chameleon, to whatever situation they are in and the people they interact with. It might come off as manipulative and Asbeel is not proud of it but it's a matter of survival. They will do whatever it takes to keep the people after them from getting to them again, even if it means taking advantage of others. After all, why shouldn't they? When they've been taken advantage of before. They acknowledge it's wrong, but what other choice do they have? They will NOT be captured again.
History
Asbeel's life was relatively normal, growing up away from the bustling city and instead enjoying a life in the suburbs. The town they grew in was closely knitted, the type where everyone knew everyone. Asbeel, once old enough, worked as a courier to help get some extra coins for their family. As they aged they started noticing something strange... They could hear voices... Sometimes those voices sounded familiar, those of their family. They could tell what their mother was thinking, what their father was going to say. It terrified them. They tried to block the voices out with music, and it became soothing to them to block the world out and live in the safety of the world between their headphones.
But soon that became the least of their worries, as they also learned they were able to move things with their mind. They could no longer hide, so they told their parents, and that moment, the barrage of thoughts and emotions were almost overwhelming; fear, confusion, and then suddenly... relief and joy. For a moment, Asbeel thought it was going to be okay. Their parents would know what to do, there had to be an explanation to why this was happening. But their life after that moment would never be the same again.
It was magic, their child was chosen by the great powers above to possess something that was believed to have died ages ago. There very few born with this gift, and they were selfish, hiding themselves from the world, keeping their gifts to themselves. No one even knew if any of them were still alive, but no, Asbeel was going to be different. They would share their gift and be celebrated. They would bring the family fortune and blessings. And at first, it was an honor, Asbeel looked forward to it. But with time, blessings turned into a curse. Asbeel's life was no longer their own, they had to be living for the people, always, and their thoughts sickened the halfling, the worship sickened them. It felt like they were stuck in a cult that they were the leader of despite not wanting to be, and now Asbeel understood why those who were gifted choose seclusion. They thought their parents would understand when they voiced their discomfort, but instead they were scolded and told they should be honored. Asbeel never expected their parents to like this, they almost felt like strangers. With no other choice, Asbeel set out to do as all the other magic users did... flee and disappear.
But they knew little of the world outside the borders of their small town, still, their desire for freedom was stronger than their fears. They ran away with little in their person to avoid suspicion, leaving behind only a note apologizing to their family for their betrayal and for disappointing them.
Life on the run was harsh, and Asbeel, though not proud, sometimes used their powers to survive, manipulating people's thoughts into helping them, giving them food, shelter. Until one day they met someone, someone who promised to look after them and provide them all the care they need.
Kindness, finally. Asbeel craved it. Not only did the stranger give them a home, but they also revealed themselves to be well versed in magic, seemingly having an explanation for everything Asbeel is going through! They taught Asbeel how to control their powers, keep the voices from overwhelming them, they revealed that for reasons they did not disclose that they had their eyes on Asbeel for a while that they were "scholars" who studied those with magic abilities, and Asbeel, not knowing any better, believed them. There were others there, others who also studied Asbeel and their abilities. They would become their new family and this would become their new home.
The people were kind, treating Asbeel like royalty, truly making them feel special for who they were and the power they possess...
But soon the special treatment was starting to seem familiar... Asbeel was told they should embrace the manipulative nature of these powers, to use them to lift their status, to bend the world into something they can control, it was their right after all, they were a god among men, they were born to control. Asbeel refused. And that's when the attitude of this person and their followers changed; they became demanding, more aggressive.
It turned out that without Asbeel's knowledge, the group was trying to harness their magic for their own, they were feeding off Asbeel's magic like parasites. This group was not a family, they were a cult, and they viewed Asbeel as an angel, and wanted their blessing, their power. They used the halfling, and made them a part of religious rituals that the halfling was blind to. But it was too late, the group have found a way to make themselves immune to Asbeel's powers, and to keep Asbeel from running away they cursed the halfling, placing a damned mark over their heart that would stop Asbeel from using their powers against their new master, as well as give them a direct link to Asbeel's powers, power that they charged into a small crystal they wore like jewellery, telling Asbeel that if they were ever to run away, if they were ever to get far from this crystal, they would die. They caged the halfling, hanging their cage high up so that they could be prayed to... worshipped, again, by fanatical people who seemed to have lost their mind! Asbeel was forced to do as the stranger wanted, both a slave and a god at the same time. And there they remained for what must have been years and years. Whether they wanted to or not was out of the question, their freedom, once again stripped from them, their world, confined to steel bars. A bird cage became all they've known for what seemed like eternity.
They begged and pleaded but it didnt matter, they were the deity of the people, and they would remain imprisoned. It was meant to be this way, they were told. They've rejected the grand plan, but they were going to be a part of it whether they liked it or not.
It took time, and again, Asbeel was made to do things they weren't proud of, manipulation, no powers involved, just good old manipulation, tricking the ones who worshipped them everyday into making them believe the divine power wanted them to let them out of the cage so they could share their magic with everyone. They needed the gem. If they tried to run away without it but they would die. They've felt it, when their "master" was away, manipulating people on the outside. Being away from the gem made Asbeel weak, tired, and the mark... it ached and burned, it was so painful at times that it made the halfling wish for death.
So they stole the gem. As long as it was with them, they would be whole. And then they were on the run again... but after everything? The world never looked more evil.
The cult now hunted them. The mark reminded them of that. Their life now was this, fleeing. Their freedom, seemingly impossible to obtain.
It was only after their escape did they realize how much the world changed. The neon lights, the strange tech, the large... Large signs advertising things Asbeel never heard of before. They've never felt so small.
| Thardohr: | Asbeel knows the world has hurt Thardohr. The dwarf has a hard exterior but inside is someone who is aching. Asbeel sees this both as something to take advantage of and to care for. After all, what can Thardohr hide from someone who can read their mind? Asbeel genuinely cares for Thardohr, enough to be influenced by them. Both of them feed off each other, and there's no telling whether that is good or bad. |
| The Cult | Asbeel's captors. At first, Asbeel saw them as family. They adored them, they looked after them, they made them feel needed and appreciated and loved. But then came the cage and the obsessive need to possess Asbeel, and the halfling realized they were no better than the people at home. With their trust broken a second time, Asbeel now is conflicted whether they want to kill everyone in the cult, or forgive them and move on. |
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✦ Appearance
A wide shouldered, mean looking, dark haired dwarf. Thardohr is relatively short, but average height for a dwarf, they have small oval shaped brown eyes. Their hair is messy and shaved at the side but long enough to go down their neck. They have a fair beard, braided. Their nose is noticeably big, almost square in shape. Both their ears are pierced.
They often wear sleeveless or short sleeved shirts and jackets, dark in color. Their body is fairly hairy. There's a scar over their left eye. Though they're small in size being a dwarf, their body is wider than others, and their hand is bigger even than a regular human.
✦ Personality
Loud, grumpy, cranky, angry. If it's a negative trait, they got it. Thardohr is hot headed, quick to draw their weapon, takes shit from no one, and mostly cares about themselves and their own survival. If there's a way to gain the upper hand, dirty or not, they will take advantage of it. They will cut down anything and anyone in their way if they have to, not a dwarf you want to mess with. Hard to trust anyone, they say there's honor among thieves but they dont believe that. A thief would do anything to benefit themselves, how can you trust someone who is always looking out for themselves first and foremost? Sometimes, Thardohr can't even trust themselves. After getting locked up though, they've been trying to turn their life around, let go of old grudges and try to look at the brighter side. That, though, has proven to be very challenging.
History
Thardohr was part of an underground criminal gang, taking the part as a mechanic, being a skilled crafter. They came from a long line of well respected dwarves, respected for their innovation and inventions. Their cybertech is highly regarded as some of the best in the industry, and the dwarf was happy to provide their skills I'm exchange for cash. Whether you're looking for weapons of destruction or tools to help your next heist, Thardohr was your dwarf.
But they were also a great fighter which made them great on the field. They were often great at causing distractions while their accomplices did what they had to do whether it was robbery or other crimes.
They were no strangers to danger. Trouble found them and they welcomed it. It was a thrilling life and they enjoyed it, even when at times it required more extreme jobs like murder. But hey, if at the end of the day they were going to make bank, it didn't matter.
Their parents told them they had the ancient dwarven blood, the need for adventure, the rowdiness, the urge of the olden ones. But with those urges came uncontrollable anger, and a high instinct for survival. It was a dog eat dog world out there, and their family was wrong and taken advantage of financially many times before, often having to undersell to major corporations because everyone had their dirty tricks up their sleeves, corpos just so happen to have more money and influence too. Thardohr wasn't going to be like their family, to create only to have their work taken from them by corpos who will work them like a slave for their own profit, so crime and murder it was.
and boy, did the crime land them in jail many many times. And the trouble didn't end there, they continued getting in trouble in prison, constantly. Trying to escape and starting fights with others. For a while, this anger was all that fueled them, it gave their life meaning, a purpose. They held the anger close, let it dictate their lives. They would never be stepped on or made to feel small, not by a giant corporation, other larger races, or anyone else!
Even though in the back of their mind, Thardohr realized that anger would only consume them and destroy them, it made them stronger, made them weary of people, kept them on top of their game. They tried to take hold of themself, but it was a task that proved to be incredibly difficult. After all why should they?
Thardohr doesn't consider themself a good person, far from it. But they're content with that knowledge. Who of us is free of sin anyway, right? And even though their sins might be greater than many others, they still retained enough self control to keep a rational mind. Consider them a "me, myself, and I" type of person. All that matters to them is their own survival, and if they had to step on your skull and a sea of other skulls to ensure their survival then they would do so, no hesitation. Well, not unless you're a certian halfling that just so happens to make themself a part of Thardohr's life.
| Asbeel | Small, helpless, and with great powers. Thardohr saw Asbeel as an opportunity to level with the big folks that made them feel like the world had no place for small folks like them. Their relationship started out of deception and ulterior motives, motives that Asbeel was of course aware of. But with time, Thardohr became protective of Asbeel. They found a common hurt that brought them closer. But still, Thardohr thought that Asbeel was too soft for this world and would need to harden up, take revenge, and use their power to show people that they will not be stepped on. A part of Thardohr genuinely cares about Asbeel, and that fact fucking terrifies them. |
| The Crew: | Heidi, Gib, Tom, Tharn, and Caine. Thardohr's former crew that they did heists and jobs with. They still maintain a good relationship but after everything, Thardohr keeps their distance. They haven't gotten back together with the crew in a long while... not until now. |
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Having just broken out of prison... Again, Thardohr tries to keep a low profile, a small dwarf in a giant world, sparkling with neon lights and large structures...
Large structures were actually robotic entities standing guard, and they looked big and mean, ready to tear Thardohr down. Wanted and on the run, the dwarf tried not to pick fights with them. For all they know, they could be the newest form of pigs.
While walking down the alley of a once familiar place, Thardohr found themself knocked down when a figure bumped into them in full force. The figure seemed to be in such a rush that it didn't have time to catch its breath. It was a halfling, angel like in appearance with white hair and the strangest eyes Thardohr had ever seen. It took their hand, gave them something, and with urgency said "You look capable." Thardohr did not expect that deep of a voice to come from a halfling. "Keep this with you, I'll be back for it soon. Don't let the guards take it, my life is in your hands." And without waiting for a response, they ran off.
In their hand they now held a gem, glowing a beautiful purple. It felt... Magical. But that's impossible. Magic died a long time ago along with all those who were gifted. Thardohr didn't have the time to ponder, because soon the same mechanical guards they saw outside the building were now pointing at them, "HALT!" They yelled, their voice threatning, and Thardohr wasn't sure why, but they ran. They weren't going to stick around to find out what the guards wanted. They were chased down by the titans, clanking metallic noises filling them with adrenaline, until eventually, the dwarf managed to lose them and hide in an old torn down building. The wind was unwelcoming, but with no other place to go, and wanting to keep the heat off, Thardohr stayed.
"There you are." They heard. And from the shadows emerged the same angel from before. "Thank you. Please, give me back my gem."
But Thardohr found themself unable to part with the glowing purple crystal. They wanted answers. They demanded answers. How did this stranger know where they were? What was this gem? Who the fuck were they?
"You don't trust me," The halfling lifts their head, as if to look down at the dwarf, but it doesn't work. Thardohr is taller. "Smart. My name is Asbeel, and the gem you're holding could kill me, so please, give it back to me."
No. Thardohr did not want to.
"You don't get it. I need it. I couldn't let the guards catch me with it, they would--" Asbeel seemed irritated, almost angry, but they closed down after that.
"They would?"
"Just give it to me."
"Give me a reason to."
"I told you. I can't stay away from it for too long. I would die."
"What is it?"
"It's a piece of me, corrupted by dark magic."
Magic...
"Magic doesn't exist. Not anymore."
The halfling opened their mouth to speak, but what came out instead was a pained scream that tore through the wind and the silence around them as the smaller creature fell to their knees, clutching at their chest with such force that Thardohr thought their nails would tear through the fabric, and in a sudden, the dwarf felt the same pain, and they howled in pain as well. It was the gem, it was making them feel whatever the halfling was feeling, an intense burning, an ache so deep... And endless.
Real genuine desperation tore through every nerve of Thardohr's body, the pain turned into fear, fear that was clear in the wide pained eyes of the angel like halfling. How could the dwarf feel what the halfling feels? Hear what they were thinking? see glimpses of what terrified them so much? A bird's cage, hung high from the roof, with the angel in it, being worshipped.
"what are you?"
Asbeel seemed lost at that question. "I... I don't know."
"What do they want with you?"
"To trap me, keep me in their prison as I've remained for years and years. They think me god, or something of the sort."
Asbeel was so tired. Their weak brittle bones could barely carry the weight of their heavy body. It was crushing Thardohr, even with all their physical prowess, they felt like they couldn't carry this weight.
"Why can I feel what you're feeling?"
"Because that gem connects us. I told you, it's a part of me." It's how their master stole from them.
Thardohr couldn't keep the gem, even if they felt like they couldn't part with it. They felt this odd compulsion, as if they had to give the gem back, their body felt as if it moved on its own. Their mind was not their own for a moment. They reached out to hand it to Asbeel, blood dripped down the stranger's nose, and before the other could finally grab what belonged to them, they collapsed in exhaustion.
The halfling woke next to find themselves in a different place, no longer an abandoned building, but an apartment of sorts. They felt panic, fear, the need to run, escape.
"Calm down. It's just my old home. I know, it's not much. But it's not that bad."
The dwarf, they were still there. The gem, still glowing, worn around their neck now, as their master once wore it before.
"You could have left me. You could have taken the gem and ran... But you didn't. Thank you."
Thardohr shrugged and handed Asbeel a glass of water. "You were out for days."
The water felt like grace on their lips, reviving the parched gardens of their body. But it did little to ease the sharp pain nor did it quell the halfling's emotions.
"The gem must have shown you everything by now," a pinch of sadness, but when Asbeel looked at Thardohr, their face was stern. The puppy dog eyes now replaced with a look of distain. "So, what cage will you shove me in?"
The question shocked Thardohr. "I'm not gonna shove you in any cages."
"But you will use me." Everyone does.
"What makes you think that?"
"I can see it, in your thoughts. You think that my powers would be useful to you."
"So it's true then," Thardohr looked angry for a moment. "You bastard. You tried to mind control me." But with the knowledge they have now, the dwarf couldn't fault the stranger. They forced themself to calm down and went on. "They said magic died a long time ago. We've not had a magic user in ages," Thardohr chuckled. "At times it felt just like a story our parents told us when we were kids."
Asbeel was more concerned with the guns and weapons thrown about their new temporary hideout than what the dwarf had to say. The deadly machinery made them feel uneasy.
The cult was going to find to find them soon. The mark will always let him know where their pet ran off to "you may keep me but they will find us, and they will kill you and then they will take me back," spoken as if it was just a matter-of-fact. Cold, almost distant. "They need me, need the gem. You don't understand... You don't know what they'll do to get to me."
For a moment, Asbeel could feel it, a hint of reluctance, but it faded quickly, and turned into something familiar. Thardohr saw an opportunity, the opportunity to keep the gem, keep the halfling, use then as others have. The amount of wealth and power they could get... they calculated the outcomes. Why did they ever think it would be any different this time?
But this one, this one WAS different, because they pushed the thought aside, at the moment it just seemed as if they humored themself with the thought. Thardohr sighed and sat next to Asbeel. "You could run," they began, it almost sounded like they were musing. "But are you just going to run away forever? Is that the freedom you want? Because that's not freedom."
You are still chained to them, halfling. There's only one way to break free, he thought.
Asbeel knew deep down inside that Thardohr was right. The cult would hunt them to the ends of the world. But the alternative was just as terrifying. To stand up against them and fight? Asbeel was no fighter. They were not cut out for this sort of life.
"You're a small halfling in a world too big for you, you and I aren't so different. But we get to choose whether we show the world that being small doesn't make us weak, or if we let the world step on us. You know, sooner or later, you're going to have to defend yourself."
There was only one way out, and it was through the spilling of blood.
For a while, the two sat in silence. Their thoughts becoming a mishmash of intertwined words and emotions. The future was bleak, and the adventure written for them will not be an easy one... But maybe, just maybe, together, they could both could find their own freedom.
