[lysander]

lysander  /  mallius  /  male


a fury tempered like steel; cool on the surface yet hot as fire underneath. eyes that burn holes into others, alight with a purpose and driven to accomplish all he sets out to do. he despises others, hates interaction, prefers the unhampered solitude of silence, and has an ego the size of a mountain. he's all quiet confidence — cocky at times, sure, but he's not no need to brag when his prowess speaks for itself. he's gained quite a few enemies this way, with his dismissive, unfriendly attitude. he's scathing at first, stubborn as a rock as time goes on — but like stone, his facade can be eroded away to something smoother, more gentle. mallius is deeply private, speaking few words and maintaining even fewer bonds. it's no doubt that he's a hard one to crack — heck, he hardly ever cracks a smile to begin with — yet his loyalty knows no bounds once you earn it. for those select few, he is a rock, rooted firmly to his beliefs, and he stops at nothing to protect and aid those precious gems he lets into his life.




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beginnings;

he was borne ash, fire, brimstone — gathered from atop a volcanic peak where magma boils underneath the ground and lava cools on along the ridges of an altar. the temple of agnayi — an ancient fire goddess of a time long gone. this was where he was made, where he was conceived. his first breath of life took place in a place that smelt black with smoke. this was his birthplace.

or, well, not quite. it's where his corporal body was made. his soul — well. that came from somewhere else. somewhere far, far below the earth, past the realm of mortals and through the gates of the underworld. see, mallius was a king. a very powerful one at that — a king of demons is nothing to trifle with. sitting atop his throne, he'd spend the timeless eternities overseeing legions of demons, ghouls, ghosts — all things that caused chaos and havoc on the mortal realm. it was his job, after all; you can't have order without a little chaos to spice things up. between fiddling with the mortal coil and his responsibility, mallius enjoyed honing his skills in the coliseum, practicing his own brand of ancient magic against other immortal foes. he wasn't a rule without reason, after all; he fought, lied, and killed his way to the top of the food chain, stepping on the corpses of countless mortals to become the king of demons. it was an existence hard earned with his own two hands.

everything changed when a little mage in training summoned him to the surface.

her goal: a golem made from the earth blessed by the goddess agnayi. her first real test in magecraft after years of intensive training by the shaman-nuns of her village. her hands were sweating buckets that day as she recanted the spell she'd written from scratch. a tomb of lava, ash, coal: these were her ingredients, her reagents. from this, she'd bring a being to life using her own skills.

somehow, she accidentally summoned the soul of a demon king instead.



mallius remembered waking up with a start in a body he didn't recognize. he was no longer an immortal entity — he was real. he had flesh, dark like the rust-colored earth around him, and he could feel all the parts of his body working in ways he never felt before. his limbs had a weight to them. something beat in his chest that he didn't recognize.

before him stood a short, little girl holding a handmade spell book. she was deathly pale, yet smiling at him as if she wasn't about to pass out.

his first reaction was anger. he tried to stand up immediately, but — no luck. his legs were as unsteady as a newborn fawn's. embarrassing, no. humiliating. what king could not stand up on his own two feet?

the girl seemed to snap out of it, reaching over to take his hand. he jerked his hand away, glaring back at her.

"you... shouldn't try to walk so soon. sorry, i probably... um, i'm not really good at this whole golem thing... i've tried to make one so many times, and... you're the first one that's actually come to life."

mallius could only stare back at her in disbelief.

"...you... made a golem?"

"yes, i'm a witch in training. making you is part of my final exam!"

"...making me?"

"oh! of course, i almost forgot — i need to name you and everything, but i just don't know... i'm awful with names, but i thought of a list you could choose fr—"

"— my name is mallius and i am no golem."

the witch blinked at him, slow and clueless. golems were not supposed to know their own names. neither of them knew what future was in store.


it's funny how fate works. to think of it now makes mallius chuckle with a kind of nostalgia; both he and faustine were far in over their heads. she — a novice witch with incredible potential. clumsy but kind, with a determination hidden beneath her sweet smile. then, he — towering a good two feet over her, a dark skinned brute of a man with eyes like burning embers, bound by contract to serve her for the rest of his life. in the beginning, mallius spent countless hours trying to find a way to undo the spell, but faustine's magic was far stronger than he ever realized. even she, try as she might, couldn't undo her own work.

i'm so sorry, she said. she's apologized so many times. more than mallius could count.

yet, over time, things changed. the evenings he spent with her in her cottage, watching her read old books of yore with a sparkle in her eye. the way she'd wake up every morning at the crack of dawn to chant mantras to hone her focus. she was still as clumsy as ever, sure — but watching her made something change in mallius that he didn't understand at first, but did now.

is it possible for a demon king to gain humanity?

he didn't know. he didn't know how a life as fleeting as a mortal's could be filled with so much pain — and so much joy.
all he knows now is that he never wants to leave her side, for as long as she lived. no matter how brief a time it was.



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[doge fruit]

username; .double king.
name; Friar pronounced like "briar"
gender; male
personality;
A sweet and friendly flame boi who wants nothing more than to be loved and have friends. (It's real tough for him to find friends since most people don't want him to burn them)

[jaques]

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name;
gender;
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[Guest]

username: waterfront
name:
gender: male
personality: runs a tropical juice bar ?

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[colambo]

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wicked cute!!

[froghands]

❛ i jump off into your arms but i cant trust the fall ❜
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' basics '

mowingmylawn
james micheal williams
male
5'7

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' personality // a bit of backstory '

james is extremely hot-headed. his ego is huge and whenever someone says no he instantly reverts to violence or starting an arguement. this is not anybodys fault, james just somehow ended up like this. his parents raised him but he was always a very angry child. he would get mad and knock stuff over when he didnt get what he wanted. but his parents just dealt with him because they loved him dearly, and still do. james does love his parents but doesnt know how to convey it. he does have friends, who he is nice to. but he doesnt have many considering his how hot-headed he is. he does have a hobby though, literature.

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' a chapter in one of james' books '

he stares out of the window at the endless snow pouring down from the sky. he clutches his hot cocoa and wraps his scarf around his neck a bit tighter. anthony took a sip, glancing around the packed coffee shop. he saw many waiters bustling around to get everyone what they ordered. he loved this shop, it was a pleasant place to stay during the cold wintery day. everyone was chattering about as he stood alone at his table. he always preferred his own company so he didnt mind one bit.

the rynfyre patted himself to make sure he had everything and zipped up his coat. he got up, giving the place a tip, waving to the cashier, and heading out into the cold. he stuck his tongue out and caught a bit of snow on his tongue and laughed. a yawn escaped his lips as he checked his watch. it read 9:58 pm he had totally lost track of time and was surprised about how packed the coffee shop was. but he shook it off as it was always very busy up until closing time. he began walking, the soft snow crunching beneath his boots. he always loved that sound.

as he walked he bumped into someone, knocking them down. he was startled but quickly muttered a quick 'sorry' then helping them up, walking away quickly. he heard a distant thank you. anthony didnt like talking to people so he just tried his best to avoid it. he shuddered and let out a big sigh. luckily, he was almost home.

the red on his cheeks began to fade as he hung up his coat and went straight upstairs. he yawned once more, going to brush his teeth. he set his paws on the counter and stared at himself in the mirror. he sighed and trudged to bed. it was now 10:26 and he was exhausted. he collapsed onto his bed and drifted off.

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[Firedancer77]

username; Firedancer77
name; Ignatius
gender; Male



personality; Ignatius has a very unsettling aura to him. Being around him, for some reason or another, seems to set people on edge with him, and his presence seems to make others become uncomfortable. He's very quiet, which can be rather unnerving, and has a knack for guessing things about a person that someone shouldn't know upon a first meeting. He tends to just watch and stay on the fringes of a crowd, not really mingling but instead just observing. He makes it a habit of understanding social behaviors and interactions, seeming to be able to tell certain things from the shift of a leg or a glance of the eye. However, there isn't actually anything sinister about his behavior, despite how Ignatius might come across. Most of these things are due to the fact that the poor fellow is terribly awkward when it comes to social interactions, and so he prefers to listen and not make a fool of himself. By learning what different behaviors mean, he can also tell what a person is thinking or feeling and not worry about being unsure. Beyond all of these things, Ignatius is a total sap when it comes to romance or happily ever afters. He is what someone might call the elusive fanboy, and will ship characters, friends, and celebrities among other things. Most of his ideas about social interactions come from his analyzing of other people's behaviors or whatever thing - be it movie, tv show, or book - he obsesses over. Ignatius tends to be a bit pushy with those who have actually managed to befriend him, not really knowing what's appropriate to pester over and what's not, but it's all quite harmless. He just wants to be involved and if you correct him he'll do his best to remember that in the future. He's also a bit too oblivious in the romantic department, despite all his analyzing. Two people could be married and he would probably have no idea unless he was told.
hobbies; Besides obsessing over his fandoms, Ignatius enjoys listening to story songs such as Brandy, Delta Dawn, Billy Don't Be A Hero, and That's The Night That The Lights Went Out in Georgia. He also enjoys drawing and cooking.
quirks; When Ignatius gets stressed, he will often "stress cook" if he has the ability to. This often leads to him creating quite a banquet if it gets bad enough, so if you need to make food for a lot of people, Ignatius is good to bring along if he's nervous. He also can be easily distracted, and when this happens he'll tend to doodle on practically everything. That can be rather problematic due to the fact that this doodling will be on actually anything, so long as he Ignatius has something he can doodle with on him. It's a habit he can't really control, so while he'll try to hold himself off, there isn't much he's been able to do to reign it in.

[blimq]

you fit perfectly to me in loneliness...

username ;; pastelllizard
name ;; "hi, i'm damon."
gender ;; "i'm biologically male, th..though consider myself a demiboy."
personality ;; "i'm tough and m..mean. nothing more. just like my loo..looks." he's actually a real softy that doesn't like to interfere with other vyn's problems unless it's violent. he's very shy and closed off, and is easily nervous and anxious. he's quite quiet until one of his favorite subject if brought up, which in that case he'll babble to no end. besides the fact of his shyness, he enjoys playing with other ryns he's close with, and can become extremely competitive. he is often seen as a coward for being scared often, though he really cares about his own and others' wellbeings. whether they like it or not, he has a mother's instinct and protectiveness and will not hide it when they're needed. they hate attracting attention, but they normally do with their glowing markings. there are only a few ways to make him open up, and one of them is to get a young ryn. he loves the little ones, and will most likely open up much faster than with older ryn, who he feels he has to meet the standards of. either that, or talk to him about the medical field.
quirks ;; damon has a habit of getting louder when he wants to impress someone, and his markings get to a bright, blinding state, it becomes as if he were a walking sun. he taps his teeth when he wants to fill silence, or any sort of tapping to stop silence from getting too long.
hobbies ;; he enjoys playing games, specificaly hide-and-seek and tag, medical works, watching clouds, fostering baby animals, helping communities, and learning anything he can soak in without getting bored or uncomfortable, which if a very small possibility.
how he helps communities ;; he's skilled in the medical field, so he had become a doctor for his community, or anyone he could help. though, he also likes to foster animals from forests that were abandoned, and release them back into the wild when they're old enough. he also encourages young ryn to help their communities too, and it usually works since he's skilled when it comes to the young children. he often draws them pictures and makes jokes, being able to break the ice much faster than with a ryn his age.


the past ;; he pauses at the question, clearly thinking about something important that happened then. "i g-got a stutter whe..when i was young when i tripped on a ro..rock and landed on some hard ground. it hurt-t." he stops there, not wanting to talk more about it. he instead, begins to write in neat cursive in a notebook he'd brought with him, and looks up once he finished writing. i wasn't able to get the help i needed, and that's why i want to help others the way i wasn't. i want others to learn from my foolish mistakes, since i thought my looks made me invincible. so i do my work for free, no charge, all i need is a thank you and for the other ryn to live carefully and happily. that's my payment.
the present ;; he clears his throat and smiles, his insecurities of his poor ability to speak gone. "i'm a succesf-ful doctor, and am able to diagnose sicknesses easily, as well as help those with in..injuries." his smile grows wider as he continues. "i like doing my job, and i like being the 'mom' of every..y one. i get to protect others. help them. help everyone and everything." he stops there to take another big thought. " i do look like a menace, i kn-now.. and words hurt. but i won't stop doing what's right, even if my heart hurts. no medicine can really help me then."
the future ;; upon asking him about the future he seems to get ecstatic, choking on his own words and having to result in writing his words down again, flipping the page before beginning to write. i'm going to gain myself an apprentice and teach them everything i know. i want someone to be there for others even when i'm gone. once they're able to handle everything on their own, i've decided to pursue my love of relaxing. with my job and all the work i do for the community, it's hard to do so. don't get me wrong, i love everything i do, but i would love a few breaks. right now, everything is on my shoulders. that's no way to live.





ultimate fear ;; ". . ." he dare not even say the words. without uttering a word, he looks up to the sky and starts to draw on his notebook without looking at it. he presses down hard on the pencil, the loud noise filling up silence easily. he hands the notebook once he's done, and turns away for the time being. the notebook has multiple types of bugs and.. germs?.. littering its page, and on the lower half of the page in big bold letters, he had written little creepy crawlies. it was impressively done for someone who wasn't even looking at the page.
lesser fears ;; he, again, says nothing. he flips the page once more and begins to write. i have atelophobia, the fear of imperfection, and demophobia, the fear of large crowds. he seems to be more calm than before, though he is shaking a bit.
basic likes ;; he begins to talk softly, a light smile rising upon his face. ".. i prefer grayscale to color, hence the reason why i write or draw everything in pencil, i like music, or noises in general, c-cold temperatures, botany, flowers, anything related to te medical field, kind ryn who accept him for who i a..am, helping, and the community i live in."
basic dislikes ;; he cringes at the question, then writes down a note on his sheet of paper, not really trying to make it nice and legible. small organisms, including bugs, bacteria, and germs, when his hand hurts after writing a lot, as it frustrates him, getting pitied for his past, when he gets nervous or anxious, overly spiced foods, and picnics.


favorite song ;; nattoppet - detektivbryan
explanation ;; he starts to lightly bounce in happiness, smiling brightly as he hums part of the song. "it's m..my favorite because of all the noises, noises put together to make music without words. a story, with nothing helping it, but i can see it.. more, hear it." his stutter is nearly gone at this point, and he seems to be perfectly calm.
theme song ;; fresh static snow - porter robinson
explanation ;; he'd met a ryn long ago, who encouraged him to keep on going, trying, doing everything as normal even though he had his stutter. he was in a ditch of unhappiness wth himself, and they helped him so much. yet, they never got their name or thank them, since the ryn had left to chase their dreams. to this day, they want to thank them for the immense help they've been to achieving what he has in his lifetime. he gives to the community because of that ryn. he wants to give back for all he's been given, including that ryn, his parents and all his supportive friends, and his community. once he feels he's achieved that length, then he can truly say he's done good in his life.

...melt this curse away.

author's notes ;; excuse my art,, i didn't want to color it because i usually get very specific and it would take 2 hours to get it done and i have work to do aa .. i hoe you enjoyed reading my form, i spent a considerable amount of time thinking about this bab.

[what the hecky]

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username; xayah.
name; viduus
gender; male
personality;