The Mágissa[Witch] is an existence that appeared alongside numerous other races within the country of Bothil. A small country in the center of a larger, undiscovered continent. Tetrimméno[Humanity] alongside the less civilized races did not hesitate to aid them at first. Yet Peace was ever-changing between them, and in order to keep it, the Witches befriended Humanity becoming steadfast allies in the process. Through their union, the small country of Bothil was quickly transformed into a thriving nation, and then an empire as their influence spread onto the entire continent. It wasn't until the "First" Sea Witch was born that everything began to change. Unable to live on land they were naturally stillborn as infants. As it was common to toss the unfortunates born in such a way into the ocean it allowed them a certain degree of secrecy. Born from the ordinary Mágissa the Sea Witches were claimed by the Sea at birth, and bound to its blessing as their ancient ancestry awakened. Because of this, they could only thrive within the waters of the world, allowing them to form a hidden nation of their own across the span of several thousand years. Never bothering any, and living in complete isolation from those they thought could never understand them.
Although a few of those born under the waves were bitter. They knew of the world above, and despite lacking nothing they only craved for more. Like those above, they did not originally belong to the Sea, and if they had the chance would surely give away those blessings to live once more. Half the world was lost to them after all, and they only wished to claim what they'd lost. Not surprisingly they were the minority, but could not claim the land alone. They required allies. Be it by peaceful negotiation or force. So in spite of their peaceful ways a civil war broke out, nearly wiping away all they had built in few months. However, the most prominent groupings within the Sea Witches survived and drove away from the ill element that remained. Having lost the war, whilst also suffering great losses the traitorous faction went into hiding shortly after. The Cult Of Deluge was later spotted appearing in seas all across the continent of Bothil, but none knew of true their purpose at the time.
It was later revealed that they were stealing, and drowning the children of Mágissa in order to forcefully awaken them to the blessing of the sea through ritual most profane. It was developed by their founder as she prayed to one of the few corrupt Gods of the Seas. Naturally, this killed the kids as it went against the order of their world. However, 10 did survive this ritual drowning as their family lines were somehow tied to the sea in one way or another. They were granted the name Calypso I - X[1-10] after their founder who planned to model them after herself. These children were each a prodigy in their own field, and unlike natural-born Sea Witches they were unusually well aligned with Tide Casting and were prone to awakening rarer branches. Subjected to harsh training, complicated lectures, and brainwashing. They were being molded into figures that would live only for the Deluge. Each showed outstanding potential, but none could outshine Koral. Skilled in all of their teachings she stood above her fellow disciples in all aspects. Even seemed to truly have faith in the Cause to drown the world they'd lost. A stark contrast to the others who didn't try to understand what was truly being preached to them.
But she wasn't the focus of this tale despite being the true heroine within it. No, that would be the young boy she kept beside her. The titles of brother, friend, or lover didn't fit him in the slightest. Servant. Slave. Stool. Dorotheos filled the role of a sandbag for her as he was the frailest, and most beautiful of them all. Often used as a way to vent any frustrations she or the others were having. Always beaten, bruised, and covered in scars that would never truly heal. Yet he never complained. Choosing to replace anger, and pain with what appeared to be joy alone. Often times found with a perverse smile that hid his pain. Chuckling or giggling as moans befell his unparted lips. Prompting them to beat him more. Though in terms of talent, he was behind the others. Only truly showing a fine-tuned control over his Tide Casting. Something Koral herself would notice, and ignore as if it wasn't a feat beyond her own. It wasn't until each of them turned the ripe age of 15 did they truly bloom. The cult accepted them fully, but the final test wasn't what it seemed. They were going to battle. A ritual bloodletting that would allow only one to survive. Koral was meant to win. She was supposed to thrive.
Yet in what could only be called the greatest calamity she was the first to fall. Dorotheos brought forth an upset that none present could ever hope to see again. Throats were slit in the middle of the night allowing him alone to show. Or so they'd thought. Blood dripped from his cheek, but there were no wounds. Only the bloodied remains of the slain. No one knows exactly why he did it after being silent for so long, but they never asked either. Too afraid of what would happen as he so often befriended many others after that day only to have them disappear shortly after. 15 years flew by like seconds, but he never forgot the teachings of the Cult even after cutting them down. Saving his mentor for last of course. Burying her alongside the dream she'd never get to see accomplished as he took on the name of Calypso IV with a broken pride. Returning most they'd stolen to the surface, but even more, were never heard from again. Rising to the surface nearly 200 years after their fall in order to drown the world as they'd so eagerly planned before. No one knows exactly why he did this either. Or his reasons for speeding along the process. Doing so in the course of 3 months instead of several years. Hastened the forceful awakening of many land-dwelling kin using the ritual of the cult's Founder on a grander scale. Taking the souls of the newly deceased in order to cast a curse upon what would now be known as the Pale Sea. A large fragment of the sea-dwelling world would be cut off from the rest, and lifted into the air where a second ocean was created altogether. From this Realm Of The Dead he plots to drown world after world with the goal of bringing them into his fold.
basic information
identity
Birthright: Dorotheos Korállion
Given Name(s): Calypso IV
Title(s): <>Calypso, Sovereign Of The Drowned
<>Songstress Of The Deluge
<>Ruler Of The Pale Sea
<>The Writhing Mass
Age | DOB: Estimated Age|Existing 60 years prior to the drowning of his world, and 400 years after.
Ancestry
⤷The Thálassa or Sea Witch as they are more commonly known are a divergent species of Mágissa[Witch] that hail from the country of Bothil. Identical at birth they are only awakened after touching sea water for the first time in their lives. Many are born stillborn as a result of being born with gills, but those who are tossed into the ocean after birth manage to survive the ordeal. Few have any memory of how they came to be, but some whisper of a long-lost tale of witches who saw fit to give beast human forms only to fall in love with those strange beings they had created. Resulting in the Thálassa.
⤷The Korállion bloodline claims the crown as direct descendants of the Ancient Krakens. Mythical beasts that terrorized the seas of Bothil and the greater world for ages past. Known for their immense size, immeasurable strength, and damn near unlimited regeneration. Drinking the blood of one provides a minor boon in the form of these effects, and they were eventually wiped out by humans wielding divine tools meant to halt their ability to heal completely.
⤷The Deluge Cult is one that came about as a refinement of those who saw the surface world as their birthright. Forged from a hidden prophecy that never made it out of the shadows until Calypso revealed it to all. It spoke of a terror that would swallow the world under a Sea Of Endless Desire. One that would not cease to bear down its fury on all those who opposed it. It's founder Scylla is said to have received it from one of their corrupt Gods, and created the Great Drowning Ritual as a way to fulfill it in her own special way.
physical
Gender: Male[Feminine Traits]
Hair Color: Salmon
Eye Color:Haunting Gold or Yellow
Height: 6'2
Weight: 225 lbs
Birthmarks/Scars: Stitched up wounds from ritual bloodletting that the cult once had him perform. Due to the nature of each, they will never truly heal.
Personal
Heritage: Korállion
Origins: Bothilian[From Bothil]
Classification: Necromancer|Deluge Shaman
Profession: Thrónos[4th Great Sea Witch]
Linguistic Knowledge: Calypso rarely speaks to those outside of his own species, and when he does speak to others it is only ever using three different tongues; Bothin, Common Tongue, and Witch Speak.
STRENGTHS: Swift Regeneration, Immense Physical Strength, Heightened Stamina, and Honed Concentration.
WEAKNESSES: Overconfidence that is often sharpened by his previous feat of drowning 12 other realms. Drying out can literally weaken, and leave him open to fatal blows.
Vices: Swelting Pearls; A type of drug produced within the Pale Sea using the Hearts of deceased humans. Highly addictive, and causes the user to see visions of the future. Overdosing on them can give someone brain damage and intense memory loss.
Aversions: Haunted Sea Root; A toxin that causes a hardened foam-like substance to form within the gills, and has been known to kill many a powerful Sea Witch since its discovery. It has almost killed Calypso and his Great Kin on several occasions.
The Finest Magiks
TIDE CASTING[Hydromancy]
The innate ability of the Mágissa from any bloodline. It is a school of mystic art that allows one to draw upon the power of the sea in order to produce various effects depending on the sea in question. Its base form is that of Hydromancy, and just as it sounds it allows one to take control of water in any form. Be that by causing ripples on the surface of a pond in case of children or causing massive tidal waves when invoked by Great Witches such as Calypso. Sea Witches under him are required to master this base skill before ever going into battle or honing any other branch. Its final test is the ability to mold or blend into the water for the sake of avoiding damage or travel to some degree.
TIDE CASTING[NECROMANCY]
As a branch of Tide Casting, Necromancy is one of the rare ones. Up there with Storm Calling even. Yet its usage can vary between users. In the case of Calypso, it allows the usage of potent necrotic energy to corrupt entire parts of the sea and transform anything within that radius into undead. These horrid creations can be completely skeletal or decayed to the point of horror. This was how the Pale Sea where he roams was ultimately created. From observation alone, one can tell that the energy is highly unstable&corrossive all things living, and an unhealthy obsession for the undead. While Calypso certainly isn't immune to it he does have a high tolerance all the same. Using it to main his youth by absorbing the life energy from the beings he raises without a shred of remorse.
TIDE CASTING[Wishmancy]
Seemingly called Wish or Desire Crafting this branch of Tide Casting has been seen only a few times since the resurgence of Sea Witches. It has only one purpose and one purpose alone, and that is to consume the Wishes Or Desires of others in exchange for raw, unfiltered Power. Like those that came before him this form of tide casting works based on vocal cues. Needing verbal promises, statements, or physical actions to symbolize the formation of a contract being forged. No one knows the extent of this ability. Not even Calypso himself sadly. Though the cost of such power is his own life, and youth should he fail to consume the Wishes or Desires of others every 3 years.
TIDE CASTING[SONGMANCY]
Another branch of Tide Casting primarily focuses on the manipulation of one's voice to achieve several desired effects. Normally made manifest in the form of songs that have been described as both seductive and addictive by many who have fallen prey to them. Primarily used to draw those that dwell upon land into the ocean as a form of sacrifice that empowers the water, and improves the living conditions of those living within them. Inspired by the myths revolving around Sirens, and Mermaids that lure sailors to their demise a few sea witches have even focused on crafting the illusions of such beings in place of themselves to hide away their existence. Calypso has been known to implement this Tide Casting in the form of mind control on swarms of fish, or larger predatory species when venturing on land. His mastery over the branch is lacking, and therefore it rarely works on beings with higher levels of intelligence. Taking everything he has to even influence small children let alone full-grown adults. So he often relies on seduction to get his way.
TENTACLE MANIFESTATION
Through his own mystical energies, Calypso can constantly replicate his tentacles as autonomous creatures of the sort. They do not require any form of energy and only attack within range of themselves. Just as the tentacles on his body have a tensile strength that greatly surpasses that of steel so do these extras of his. He may manifest them any place he chooses to, and despite their surprising strength, and durability Calypso can still feel everything that happens to them. This means every little bit of pain, pleasure, or alternate form of stimulation will be amplified 5x times no matter what the cause may be.(o-o And yes. I did make this ability for that reason. Enjoy!)
Kraken Physiology Coming soon.
Bothinian Aura Method A combative method of bringing out one aura said to have been brought about for the sake of Humanity fighting against Witches if that time ever came about. It teaches one to circulate one's inner lifeforce around and through their body for the sake of reaching peak physical condition. With the final technique is projecting, shaping, and manipulating that same aura around themselves or their weapons. After drowning the continent Calypso found this in their now pilfered treasury and used it in duels against the honor guard of his Drowned.
Minor Shapeshifting
Calypso can change his form to a certain extent through magic. This ability is mainly used to give him a fully human body for a few hours to a couple of days. It just depends on how much moisture he retains while in said form. Using any of his Tide Casting abilities can speed up that process immensely.
OCEANIC EMPOWERMENT
A being who is born of the seas is of course powered by them as well. If one were to soak in their treasured sea, or any body of water they hold close ties with. This has the passive effect of granting those that possess it supernatural strength, speed, durability, and reflexes when near water sources. Of course, this effect is doubled when near closely related bodies of water such as the Pale Sea where Calypso is said to thrive.(In the water he is basically comparable to Superman. Outside of it that power is cut in half.)
Unique Traits
Born Of The Deluge
As a Sea Witch who was forcefully subjected to the source of magical essence within his realm's ocean, he has been granted a certain amount of privilege. The most prominent is the ability to present himself from within the depths of any puddle, no matter how shallow it may be. Even diluted liquids such as sake with any water content could be used as a portal for his arrival. The 2nd is his ability to shift forms to take on the appearance of less powerful Sea Witches as well. Meaning that he can gain a fish-like tail, and fins in place of his tendrils.
The Maw Rises with the tide
As a Great Sea Witch, Calypso has gained the ability to unravel his humanoid state to ascend into one fueled by beast-like instincts. This form is closely related to the Great Krakens, and his bloodline is said to have been their descendants that retreated to land once the last of their great ancestors died out. In this form, he can command the seas and all its constructs as if they were a part of him. Though his mind suffers in this state, and so too does his magical ability. Rational thinking fades, and he mostly only strives to pursue a singular goal from before he transformed.
Speak Thy True Name
Dorotheos. A name that signifies his past is one that Calypso often tries to forget. Be it due to his family that allowed him to be stolen away or out of hatred for his weak-willed self he has cast it aside. Speaking it only for the sake of invoking ancient magicks that enthrall the moisture around him, and builds a small domain out of the sea that follows his every command. Surging endlessly for 5 posts before vanishing completely. The ocean domain can be manipulated down to every aspect, and made to ignore even basic laws of the world. While having someone else speaking his name would have our sovereign becoming the servant of whoever has spoken it. Unable to ever disobey them until they have perished or another speaks his name to free him or steal the reign for themselves.
Stat Rating
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Physical Limits 3/5 *
Mystical Limits 5/5 *
MYSTIC KNOWLEDGE 4/5 *
Recovery rate 3.5/5 *
Stamina 2/5 *
Forbidden aRTS 5/5 *
aURA mANIPULATION 3/5
* STATS FOR FUN. NOT PRACTICAL USE!!
Inventory
[Gulible Cleaver] Forged from molten metals and the bone ash of slain foes that were once his comrades the massive scythe that Calypso wields doubles as his staff. An arcane focus that channels both his aura and mystical energy alike. When swung it increases the weight of its blade before impact allowing it to slice deeper than one could ever hope to imagine.
[ETHER BLOOM BEADS] The blackened beads worn around the neck of Calypso are said to have been created using the stolen eyes of his fellow cult members. Each blooms with an eerie green glow as necrotic energy sparks between them. When their magicks need to be called upon the waters of the sea become blackened and inflict a condition called Mired onto those that bathe in them.
The song was whimsical and without a word to it, yet it led the crow closer. It drew the masses to such a tone, that even Cyrus had never heard such a song. Then the unity that the melody had conjured up on the docks steered me to madness. The crowd erupted into a brawl, raging and clambering to relish in violence. The scene erupted so quickly that Cyrus barely had time to react before he was encased in the screams. He stumbled forward from a shove and could hear the daunting voice amongst brutality. He turned his head towards the voice, so clear, as his amber gaze widened.
It sounded nearly familiar to him, the beck and call of Calypso's voice. It reminded him of his deepest, inner most thoughts. The constant reminder that he was only the third son to the Great King of Ashguard, that he was weak-minded and naive to the world, that he was not suitable for the throne, nor to lead any person in Ashguard, that he was the curse personified, the very monster to destroy Ashguard. That legacy of his family would end here because of him. A lot to shoulder, but it was his duty! So, he toughed it forward and kept the voices at bay.
How to tame the very world.
"I-I need to be tamed." The words left his lips so quickly that he startled himself, hands clasping his mouth to stop the words.
ooc: thanks for your patience and all while I get back into writing! i hope you're still interested to RP!
As she probably expected his tendrils did indeed respond. They didn't take kindly to being poked so outlandishly. So one of them snapped the stick in two before Calypso had even noticed the woman. "And you are?"
She began to pout the moment her stick was snapped in half. She folded her arms across her chest for a brief moment, before getting the bright idea to begin poking his tendrils with her fingers instead, even trying to tickle them to find out if they were ticklish.
"And I don't really trust anything that comes from the ocean, but I'm willing to give individuals a shot." He said with a soft smile, looking at the other. "So far I've been pleasantly surprised with meeting other ocean dwellers. Several in recent years have been quite nice to be around." A pair of large shadowy hands formed under the kitsune, acting as a chair for him to sit on. "So, tell me, why don't you trust ones with tails like me? Did one betray or harm you in the past?"
I understand that completely, I had to make a new discord and stuff so I don't have anyone really added on there. I am going to be a lot more active here so, I am glad to make a friend. ♥ Fresh start and all.. Let me go read up on your profile. This is a new oc so blank slate, I am pretty flexible with stories too.. -waddled to do so;-
Welcome to the Sands. My name is Nanu it's lovely to meet you. ♥ I would love to discuss something or just banter really. I am active on discord but if not I don't mind talking here.
One of the food stands by her district were having a BOGO sale on takoyaki, she thought of it as a good gift to share with someone. Perhaps it would be a kind gesture towards a new friend. The scent of grilled octopus made her stomach growl, looking forward to taking that first bite. Strands of salmon caught the corner of her eye, a beautiful color that made her eyes shimmer in fascination. If she happened to catch the attention of this stranger, she smiled lightly and raise her bagged purchase, "It's nice to meet you, would you like to share some takoyaki? Sharing hot food in cold weather with someone always makes it taste better, I think." It was difficult to keep her eyes off of such distinct features, even their golden eyes were a piercing contrast to the world around them. Strange to think that someone like him would be occupying her neighborhood, was he from out of town?
( Pleasure to meet you! I wanted to send you a little something to break the ice, I hope this is acceptable. Thank you so much for accepting my request, and if this does not fancy you, I am more than willing to write something else with you. Hope you're well, and that we can become friends! )
"Takoyaki?" He repeated with a curious gasp. Truth be told he had never had the chance to taste octopus outside of the sea. Where he hunted his lesser cousins for the sheer thrill of it. A tendency that his ancestry surely instilled in him, but never something he'd care to admit. Nimble digits now combing through his salmon mane our Hem Fatale winked in her direction. Tossing a few loose strands over his shoulders before giving her bag a poke. A raised brow greetings his lips before they even had the chance to spit out a reply. Curious yet suspicious of why she'd even give him the time of day. "Is this another trap? I've already been robbed once you know. Can't a beauty catch even the slightest break around here?" Though she didn't look like a thief. And despite his claims, he was the one planning to steal something from the stalls after having had his own money taken. Sure he could have gotten it back with ease, but that wouldn't have helped him blend in. May even have drawn the wrong kind of attention his way.
OOC// x3 I liked it! It was great for breaking the ice. Made me remember that I can actually use his human form for something. Because I usually ignore it by accident. But it is a pleasure to meet ya by the way.
Also, since I normally have a million other accounts on ani that I'm wandering around on, you can keep up with me on discord if you wanna. My username is: ayatami
A slow kicking of his legs, he stared out at the sun as it crested the top of the choppy water. He had to remind himself that, once this was all solved and things were right in Ashguard--he'd be sitting under a palm tree back home. Cyrus had never gone outside of Ashguard, especially not on his own, the loneliness was deafening for him. While he was excited to see all the unknown variations of things outside of his kingdom, it made him realize how small everything was in comparison. Ashguard had been the entirety of his world up until a week ago. He'd met all sorts of people, nice and mean, helpful and manipulative--it was eye-opening to the naive King. Once he'd wipe the homesick tears from his eyes, he blinked when he glanced over his shoulder. Pointed ears twitched faintly at the noise that reached them, a baritone melody that wafted on the sea air.
"What was that...?" He tilted his head, crimson washing over his shoulder as he brushed his hands against his pants. Golden optics spotted the small crowd that was growing around the singer. They were cheering and listening so intently. Cyrus even had to admit it was a beautiful song, he'd never heard anything like it before. While not mystically enchanted, he was intrigued enough to listen for himself and join the crowd that was forming. Was this a street entertainer or something? In Ashguard snake charmers or jugglers would be present in the market area, they took coins as tips, but mainly were there to brighten up the place.
