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Eastern Circle OC Sheet
Name: Hercilia Assylisav
Blog URL:justanotheryogblog.tumblr.com (go to /tagged/hercilia for more info)
Gender: female
Pronouns: she/her
Age: 18
Interest Area within Thaumcraft: thaumaturgy, artifice,
Physical Description:
Personality Description: very bright, excitable and bubbly; loud and talkative, she loves making friends, and has an intense thirst for knowledge as well as a bit of a rebellious streak. Has a strong preference for convenience over strict adherence to rules, which annoys some of the fussier circle members, especially the older ones. She has a bit of a “try everything once” mentality, and thrives on adventure - she cannot stand tedium or routine.
She plays a bit of a ditz at times, and generally does her best to be underestimated when she can help it, playing the naive childish newcomer, but often forgets herself if anything exciting or dangerous happens, and reverts to her natural logical, take-charge, problem-solving self.
Backstory:
link here, but it’s kinda long so i’ll summarize.
Originally form Ashcroft, a town neighbouring the Southern Circle. They were an important, prosperous town due mainly to the fact that they supplied all the things that the Southern Circle didn’t want to bother with getting or making themselves. They had a thriving apothecary, but otherwise were mainly an agricultural town, growing all the ingredients that the the witches needed for their magics.
Her time in Ashcroft came to an abrupt end when she was hit with a curse of overheating, and had to make a very quick getaway to avoid dying in the hot climate. She found her way to the Eastern Circle after about a year of wandering, and has been living there as a student ever since. She wants to return home one day, but can’t until she has some way of confronting the person who cursed her, and of ensuring that returning won’t trigger her curse again and kill her, so in the meantime she gathers her strength and learns everything she can, and waits.
As a result of her existing curse, her biggest fear is having it happen again, or being in a similar situation of complete helplessness.
Angie's Character Sheet
Name: Angelica “Angie” Coulisses
Blog URL: bloopsalot.tumblr.com
Gender: Female
Pronouns: she/her/hers
Interest Area within Thaumcraft: Basics and Golemancy (She finds the little buggers cute)
Physical Description: Short in stature, but very thin. She has dark hair and white wings growing out of her back due to her being from the Aether. When it is dark, her wings light up like a glow-stick. She is normally seen in a lavender t-shirt and blue jeans, however, when visiting nearby villages, she hides her wings under a large white poncho.
Personality Description: Very curious, but very wary around people she hasn’t been acquainted with. She hates the silence, and will often try to pick up the conversation to a different topic, mainly with a question. She doesn’t know everything, so she will ask a lot of questions. She tries to be lighthearted, yet sometimes she’s just down and needs a friend.
Backstory: Angie had used to live in a small village in the Aether named Seraphim where having wings was a necessity. An accident happened that may or may not include a Moonstone hitting her wing while she was delivering mail. The Moonstone dragged her down to the Overworld and crashed there with her under it. She was helped out by a local who told her about the way people can be there, and that she should find some place to call her own, since he only had a tent. She traveled for a while, learning new words and new magics. Seeing some villagers in a nearby town talk about this “Eastern Circle” and how it’s all about order and light, she was all for it. She… well… started showing up around the Circle, especially in the library. She counts herself as a member, but she knows little to nothing about actual thaumcraft. She’s learning, though. Slowly but surely.
Name: geosay (geo)
Blog URL:
Gender: Male
Pronouns: He/His/Him
Interest Area within Thaumcraft: Artifice
Physical Description: He has longish, dirty blond, very scruffy hair, eyes frequently change depending in mood and environment but tend to stay an emerald green colour. He wears only black clothing. He tends to wear a black t-shirt with bright pink symbols on it, and only ever black trousers. he has strange gems in his arms
Personality Description: tends to be quite shy at first but once you get to know him he becomes far more comfortable with you and there is little he won’t do with you/ for you
Backstory: At the age of 10 he was kidnapped by some nomadic tribesmen, who wanted to use him as a sacrifice in a specific ritual which they claimed would allow them to speak to their gods, although they did not fully understand it. When they performed the ritual, it worked as it should, but not as the tribesmen wanted it to. Instead of it allowing them to talk to their gods, it opened a portal to the Twilight Forest. Bleeding, Geosay jumped into it, seeing no other option, fearing for his life. He awoke several days later in a strange abandoned hut, fully healed, but with a gemstone apparently stuck in his arm. In a chest were a few supplies a note and a map. The note told him to take the supplies then open the map, which had directions on it. Whilst following the directions, he started to develop a strange spatial awareness, so that he could sense things around him. After following all of the directions, he found another twilight portal. Thinking it would take him home, he jumped in. However, it took him to Minecraftia instead. He wondered for a few days, and on the third day he found a cave to sleep in. The following morning, there were supplies in the mouth of the cave, with another note in the same handwriting and another map, and another gemstone was stuck in his arm. He seemed to notice an increase in his strange spatial awareness. This time, the map lead him to the Eastern Circle, where an old man by the name of Horris. Horris took him in, and started to teach him about thaumcraft. Every half a year or so, another gemstone would appear in his arm overnight, along with his ability being heightened. Several years later, Horris died. A week after this, he received a final gemstone in his arm. He has not received any more since.
Character sheet for Vendil Syniol
Name: Vendil Syniol
Blog URL: oh-no-not-this-asshole (my main blog is botulinumglacius (atm it’s botulinumnullam for halloween)
Gender: Male
Pronouns: He/His/Him
Interest Area within Thaumcraft: Thaumaturgy & Artifice
Physical Description: He has medium-length, brown, curly hair, green eyes, and freckles. He wears a leather jacket with one sleeve stitched closed (due to the fact that he only has one arm). He wears a khaki shirt with a purple symbol on it, and wears jeans. By his side, he has a small pouch, in which he keeps his thaumic goggles, and in his belt, he keeps a small bronze baselard for self defense.
Personality Description: Tends to treat new people coldly, but warms up to people eventually. With people he knows, he’s relatively cheerful, but gets annoyed pretty easily.
Backstory: Raised by Sylra, a wisewoman from his village, he gained knowledge of various forms of magic from a young age. As a five year old, inspired by Sylra’s skill in the thaumic arts, he took up thaumaturgy. He lost his arm when he was thirteen years old, he was forced to cut off his own arm after aquiring a horrible case of necrotising faciitis. ((don’t google that it’s not great))
At the age of fifteen, he began thaumaturgy, and created his first wand; a silver-capped nether quartz wand (which he kept to this day). A year later, Vendil started basic artifice, and accidently released a huge cloud of flux gas into his & Sylra’s house. Needless to say, Sylra was not impressed. At twenty years of age, he moved into a small cottage and began selling custom-made wands, and beginner’s thaumaturgy equipment for a living. When Vendil was 25, a magic-hating group went through the town making attacks on anyone capable of magic. At the time, Vendil had been in a nearby forest, searching for nodes, but returned only to find Sylra’s home was but a pile of ashes.
Vendil was distraught, and took up drinking. After a year, he decided he could no longer bear living in the town anymore, packed up his belongings, and moved into a small house in the woods near a small market town called Vallirana. He occasionally heads up to the local tavern, and has become infamous for his drunken escapades around the town, which usually lead to him being unconscious and half naked in the town fountain.
Name: Sam
Blog URL:megaguardain.tumblr.com (my blog because I’m too lazy to make an separate blog for RP)
Gender: Dude
Pronouns: Anything pertaining to male gender and ‘dude with fedora’
Interest Area within Thaumcraft: Alchemy, Technomancy, Thaumaturgey
Physical Description:
He wears a long brown coat with a light brown shirt and dark brown waistcoat underneath. A belt wrapped around his torso, from left shoulder to right hip, and one around his waist. Two weird stone bracelets that glow whenever he uses magic. He wears a leather fedora on his head, dark pants and boots.
Personality Description: He is childish. When something explodes his initial reaction is to yell, “I did nothing!” He is very loyal to his friends and familiar, but is a general jerk to people who are jerks to him. Warning; easily confused and can’t run without coffee
Backstory: Sam doesn’t talk abut his past. He occasionally drops hints, saying he jumped around the multiverse (with varying difficulty) using Myst books. The Technomancer prefers focusing on whatever project he is currently working on, or change the subject when his past is brought up.
Victor Mortuos Character Sheet
Name: Victor Mortuos
Blog URL:victor-the-spoopy-skeleton-rp.tumblr.com
Gender: Male
Pronouns: He/Him/His
Interest Area within Thaumcraft: Artifice, with a slight bend towards Alchemy and Technomancy
Physical Description: Victor is a magically animated skeleton. purple gems are inlaid into the eye sockets of his skull, as well as a larger one in the center of his forehead. Said gems are enchanted to allow him human-level eyesight. He wears the tattered remains of his former self’s robe, and his body is stained in several places by an odd pink substance. This takes the form of geometric patterns on his head and torso, as well as a taint-like spread over his arms and legs. Unlike most skeletons, he is unaffected by sunlight.
Personality Description: Despite his rather grim appearance, Victor’s personality is anything but. He is cheerful and somewhat boisterous, and tends to talk much too loudly for his own good. Ironically, he is incredibly patient— a side-effect of his technical immortality. He rather dislikes his fellow skeletons, and gets irritated if he is lumped in with what he calls the ‘feral.’ Victor loves life, and cultivates a rather large garden of crops both magical and mundane.
Backstory: Victor does not remember anything from before his resurrection, but he can make an educated guess that he was not a nice person. He does not speak about what he found in his old base, and is not willing to volunteer it’s location either. After he left his old base, he traveled around the world for many years, before he settled down with the Eastern Circle to study the magic that keeps him moving. Nowadays, he can be found in his house on the southern edge of the circle’s territory. Said house is a popular stop for rangers patrolling the southern-eastern border.