#fanplane origin

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Szyra the Worldshifted

Name: Szyra

Pronouns: She/Her

Species: Nantuko

Age: 95

Plane of Origin: Dominaria (alternate)

First Planeswalk: Dominaria (regular)

Colors: Green-Black-Blue

Appearance: She’s a nantuko, and they can be hard to tell apart for humans. On the shorter end at 7'2", but larger than her counterparts in our reality, adapted to the cold. She’s generally dressed lightly of whites, blacks and greens, having a hard time adapting to the higher temperatures even today.

Backstory: Szyra comes from the main alternate reality that connected to Dominaria during the Rift Era. There, the Ice Age never ended and there’s still Phyrexians to fight. She’s a nantuko from Otaria, the main center of resistance, and as such was trained in combat and magic to eventually be sent to fight. The magic she learned had been developed by a joint effort between the Cabal and the Krosan druids to allow more efficient, but also more respectful summoning of creatures, real or not, to help in the unending fight, as well as strengthening and bolstering allies and nature by… Most means available.

In her reality, their rifts were consolidating while ours were flourishing, creating that connection. Szyra was a potential planeswalker connected to the Otarian rift, and a manastorm particularly violent (that might or might not have been caused by someone) pulled her into the rift, where her unique makeup allowed her spark to ignite, which in the middle of the rift fundamentally changed her magic, and sent her to our version of Dominaria.

Soon after, the Rifts were closed and the Mending occurred (Like Venser and Radha, she was already a post-Mending planeswalker, so it didn’t really change anything for her). After a couple years of confusion and discovery, she settled and decided to enjoy the pleasures this new world had to offer, between its warmer climate more kind toward agriculture (despite the rift desolation) and the lack of Phyrexians. She did that for forty years, eventually growing bored even of that.

Nowadays, she’s more or less settled, visiting the occasional other planes and trying to determine which she isn’t attacked on sight on.

Magic, gear and/or abilities: Following her reality shift, her magic mutated into what it is now. She needs a target for her magic, and can either summon or temporarily shift said target into its version from a set alternate reality with one divergence point depending on the plane they’re from. On Dominaria it will pull from her own reality, on Tarkir from the Khans time-line, on Zendikar potentially from an Eldrazi-less reality,… She has little control on the result, and has to establish control on it if it is reluctant.

She has a rare feature amongst her people, wings, and can fly with them. Well. Jump far. Or sustain a couple seconds of flight. Growing up and onto her adult age, she couldn’t use them because of the cold, so even after some practice now they’re not able to carry her far.

She’s trained in close combat, very fast and taking advantage of her natural weapons and strength.

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Arnoss

Name: Arnoss Beldrun

Pronouns: He/Him

Species: Ghavalek (Gharial-inspired Amphibians)

Age: 32

Plane of Origin: Ocaleum (sub-oceanic fan plane)

First Planeswalk: Icalia’s Haven (fan plane)

Colors: White, Red, Green

Appearance and Art:

(art by @land-ofthebooty)

For scale, Arnoss is currently 9'5" when standing on his feet.

Backstory: His species is a rare one among an ensemble of them traveling together as part of nomad underwater caravans. He only met a handful of others of his species growing up, and never knew his biological parents, his egg being sold as is customary. He grew up in the love of his caravan, and trained to defend it of anything that would threaten it physically. As a trained ghavalek warrior, he’s already strong and dangerous to begin with, capable of handling terrible weapons at “normal” speeds underwater, and even faster on land despite his size. His back scales are thick enough to resist most non-piercing weapons, particularly underwater. On top of his physiology, he’s also enchanted to be stronger, faster and somewhat protected, and that enchantments strengthens with people around him needing help (see details below in Magic section).

His sparking… Wasn’t a joyous one. For a reason or another (he suspects it’s because of one of the caravan’s finds), Merfolks decided their caravan shouldn’t reach their next destination, and assaulted the people, killing them before they realized what happened to them, and before they could call for Arnoss’s help, not at first at least. They kept him for last to play with him once he awoke, and showed him the dead bodies of his caravan. He sparked as a result, finding refuge in Icalia’s Haven and feeling responsible for the death of his family. He didn’t stay long, and traveled the planes a little, until he found somewhere else where he wasn’t attacked on sight. He sometimes try to find jobs as bodyguard, but he doesn’t value himself too much after what happened to his caravan and the people he was supposed to protect.

Magic, gear and/or abilities: He carries around a large jagged sword (well, less large for him). Other noticeable elements include his pendant he keeps around his neck, enchanted to regulate his body temperature, since he’s cold-blooded.

Regarding his skills, he’s a dangerous warrior, especially underwater but he can fight on land as well. He’s scarily fast for his size (he’s used to fight underwater). He can breathe underwater in most normal conditions, prefers saltwater but can handle fresh water just fine.

His magic is very simple, he knows how to do a few cantrips but nothing impressive, his main magic is rooted in enchantments that were applied to him. They make him slightly faster, stronger and protect him more than he’d otherwise be, but it isn’t the core of it. He can feel around him people needing help, and his help in specific, and that needs strengthens his enchantments, even more so when the people needing help wants his in specific. In return, these enchantments shunt all magic he could have the potential to gather, and his only way to perform the simple spells he knows or to planeswalk is to use the magic that fuels the enchantment, making him weaker and more vulnerable when he does use magic, and significantly so after a planeswalk.

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Dolores

Name: Dolores (Fiora), Patior (Kylem), Soufe (Whenever she had to deal with the authorities),… She uses a different alias on every plane, keeps her real name to herself outside of Ferely, and her full real name to herself period. Pronouns: She/Her Species: Azra Age: 19 Plane of Origin: Ferely First Planeswalk: Fiora Colors: Black/Red Appearance (and/or Art): She’s a soft purple, 5'8" (plus horns) azra with darker purple tattoo-like marks on the skin of her left half, forming curves and edges marking her heritage. Dark hair and a toned body that’s stronger than it looks… Not more than what a human could though. Backstory: Her childhood isn’t that remarkable, she was sent to train at a hospital to help people, and found… Other applications to the painkilling spells. She sparked during a particularly intense night a little more than a year back, and ended up in Trest, where she worked with progressively more important people there as a torturer.

She’s from a fanplane, Ferely, where Azra are numerous and as varied as the other species that mixed with them. Names are important for them and only an individual knows their true name, as well as their spouse in some marriages.

She was then requisitioned by Leovold in Paliano, where she’s been applying her skills getting answers to questions. She’s double dipping, having contracted some work for Marchesa too (and planning to expand it to others possibly). She tells both of her bosses that she’s a double agent in the other’s camp, and plans to expand that to more of the factions.

She feels very clever, but her bosses absolutely know what she’s doing and are playing along as long as it allows them to use her. Magic, gear and/or abilities: She can use her own pain and others’ as fuel for her magic, either moving it around (possibly to other people), focusing or spreading it, or generating light, heat or forces.

She does not carry much around  for weapons, a couple small blades and sometimes a whip. Also, some sort of caltrops designed to hurt as much as possible without causing damage to a body. Card:

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Name: Val

Pronouns: He/Him

Race: Aspect (embodiment of an Emotion)

Colors: R

Age: ???

Origin plane: Ferely (fan plane)

Stuck on: Ravnica (temporarily planebound)

Appearance: Generally appears human. 6'6" with yellow slit eyes, and fiery red hair, usually kept up in a ponytail. Generally scowling or grinning (if something is on fire, or his schemes are working). He has three marks under each eye. Has pointed ears and a forked tongue. His appearance isn’t specific to any race, as it is of his own design.

After feeding on someone’s anger, his eyes burn green-ish and his teeth get a bit sharper. The skin on his forearms becomes the color of his glass. His fingers also gain claws. This appearance wears off after a short while.

Abilities: he feeds on the anger of others and uses it to boost his own powers. He can also redirect the anger to other targets. His powers mainly comprise of wielding fire and forcing hot temperatures, but he can also use a defensive subset that forms glass. He doesn’t use it much, but if he’s being chased, or chasing someone, he’ll absolutely exploit it to its full potential of creating walls of glass. It’s incredibly fast cooling so there isn’t much chance of causing damage with it, but it’s good to create roadblocks and traps. He can keep it molten if he’s touching it, but it’s really not as combat efficient as his regular fire, so it’s more of a defensive move. He can eat glass and have it bubble up from his skin to create an armor-like coating, if he needs to. He’s also immune to the effects of heat and fire.

He wears a light blue shirt and white pants with pieces of silver metal and orange glass armor. His main weapon is a pair of metal, clawed gauntlets that he can channel fire through. His boots are the same, but he seldom uses them as any sort of conduit for the fire.

Art by @aero-zero 

Card (made by @niuttuc )

Ego’s partner in crime time. Awful man. Evil.

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Name: Ego

Pronouns: He/Him

Race: Aspect (Embodiment of an emotion)

Colors: BR

Age: 56 (in this iteration)

Origin plane: Ferely (fan plane)

First planeswalk: Innistrad

Appearance: Generally appears human. 6'3" with dark hair and hazel eyes. He tends to wear a smug look most of the time. He has a scar across his right eyebrow.

After feeding on someone’s pride, his eyes burn amber and his teeth get a bit sharper. The skin on his forearms turns pitch black and his fingers gain claws. This appearance wears off after a short while.

Art by @aero-zero

He wears collared navy blue coat with gold detailing and trim. Underneath he has a skin tight black shirt with light blue bands around the neck and arms. Black pants with a light blue pattern down the sides to match the whole ensemble. Often wears knee high boots with gold lacing. He carries two crossbows (pistols?) named “Me & Myself”, and a short shotgun named “I”.

Abilities: he feeds on the pride of others to boost his own powers. The more pride someone has, the more power Ego has over them. He can dole out sickness (manifests as vomiting), hallucinations, and actual injuries (usually internal) depending on how much power he has over them. He can also have a degree of control over actions depending on how prideful the target is. It can range to basic suggestion, to outright puppeteering the target. He can transmit his power over someone by flicking his ichor like blood onto the target. This will generally make them ill, no matter their Pride as it is toxic in general. This power isn’t used often, because he rarely bleeds and finds it unnecessary to use it most of the time.

Card (made by @niuttuc !! )

Awful gremlin. Terrible bastard man. Likes to grandstand.

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Teimurazi

Name: Teimurazi Pronouns: He/Him Species: Angel Age: Unknown Plane of Origin: Ibbatall (Fan Plane) First Planeswalk: Stummiver (Fan Plane) Colors: Colorless (Started life as WB, and was temporarily WUBRG) Appearance (and/or Art): 

Backstory: 

Ibbatall was undergoing a constant struggle of war. A planeswalker, that had attended the first Tolarian Academy on Dominaria, set up a home for himself on Ibbatall. When doing so, he joined the conflict, but not in a way that either side expected. The planeswalker created four constructs of magic, each representing a color of magic in addition to the black that surrounded the leylines used in the creation. Teimurazi was created last, the one to be the best of the four. The Planeswalker didn’t realize it until he tried to leave the plane, but he put his spark into Teimurazi. Teimurazi and the other three each went out to stop the conflict by working in tandem to eliminate most of the destructive forces. Eventually though, a weakness was discovered in the green-black one. Utilizing this, the forces combined their efforts to destroy it. Teimurazi was near however, and the threat caused him to subconsciously use the spark gained from his creator. The three were too close to him, literally and magically, so they were pulled from the plane as well. They didn’t have the protection from the blind eternities though due to Teimurazi being the sole possessor of a spark. Their essence was absorbed by him, but it became to much to hold and it burst outwards, forming a small plane of existence, Stummiver. Drained of the colored magic and emotion, Teimurazi retreated to a series of caves.

Eventually, he was drawn out of his solitude by battles waged between inhabitants of the new plane, and those of planeswalkers trying to regain what they lost from the mending. His power evicted them from his new home, and the inhabitants rejoiced at witnessing their own progenitor. He worked to protect Stummiver from then on, removing any foreign planeswalker that caused chaos.

Magic, gear and/or abilities: His spear contains concentrated aether. Most beings he has stabbed with it dissolve into non-existence at its touch. Most of the magic he has involves exiling something/someone. He is also able to make things generate mana from their own existence in order to help preserve the artificial plane of Stummiver. Card:

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Other:

He is likes sweets, but hates dark chocolate.

He has a painting featuring him and the other three beings that his creator constructed of magic.

He is very gay, but is still too saddened at the loss of his lover (the blue-black being) to feel love again right now.