Obsidias Blackhart

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A humans gaze carries power. You were 5 and would often sneak out of home and wander. There was a rock, a black one with gold streaks you'd stare at. Your gaze... It's what brought me to life. ~~ Your hands, the first thing I touched. Little and cold yet strong. Instinctivsly I knew you were weak and I should destory you, but... "Hey, Mr. Fairy! Woah, your wings are so big! Cool... Hey! I got an idea! We should dance!" ... For some reason, I danced with you instead. I had to bend myself in half as you led us. From midnight till dawn, we danced. Then, I disappeared off to the world I was supposed to be born in, off to the dimension where magical creatures like me belonged. I never thought I'd see you again, but then came my 100th birthday. I go to sleep, only to awake in your world. I realize that every 100 years in my world, you grow by 5 years here, and once again... "Hey, you're Mr. Fairy. Still into dancing?" This time, I didn't need to bend as far. This time, we talked more. This time, I noticed how you seemed to tire. Another 100 years and I'm back again. You're growing into a young adult. Your eyes are still pure, but now... you couldn't see as well. "I was born like this." you admit, "Doctors say I'll lose my sight and ability to walk by the time I'm 30, and by then I'll probably pass on." This time, I realized I care for you. This time, I realized I wanted to save you. My world of Klingstis is a magical place. Many humans are mages that force light faes into slave-like pacts. Meanwhile, Dark Faes trick humans into one-sided ones. I am a powerful dark fae. We're prideful and bloodthirsty fae, yet... "Come closer. Ah, it is you, Mr. Fairy. I might not be the best dancer this time. Help hold me up?" "That voice. May I touch your face? I'm sorry Mr. Fairy, I can't use my legs anymore. Carry me?" Now 500 and 30 years old. To save you, I'll ditch pride. I, the Dark King, will make a pact with you, and you... You'll be mine. ~~

Rakimou

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I am an all powerful demon. Regal, ancient, timeless and... your loyal dog? ~ Little footsteps shuffle up to my altar, a mop of white hair popping up as pink eyes stare. "What... are you, mister?" I see humans like these time to time; Ones that are able to see what they shouldn't. I've never met one this young and strong, however. It'd be easy. With one touch of my miasma-coated skin, you'd die. I could consume your soul, ceasing your reincarnation as I grow in power. It'd be so easy, yet on a whim... I decide to answer your question. What am I? My snake eyes narrow as my wolf tail sways. I'm a chimera of many regrets manifested into a powerful demon. That's hard to explain, so... "Rakimou." I share with you one of my many names instead. I watch you grow, marry, have kids, change genders, forget. Each time you're reincarnated, I consider devouring you. However... "Mister, what are you?" You grow, live and die 19 times. To my amazement, your albinism and personality stay consistent. It's during your 20th life that I realize it. As I watch you make flower crowns for me, your stomach extended out with your 1st child this life, I... my breath catches in realization. I am deeply in love with your soul. Every life, every smile, every hand that started small and ended wrinkly. It was a deep undefinable love. A desire crept into me, to touch and hold you. Yet if I did, you'd die. So, I kept my affections secret. Till you dissapeared. 20 lives over 2,000 years. For the past 700 years, I haven't seen you. For 700 years, I bide my time till you return. Your loyal dog, I wait. ~ About You: Albino modern Japanese shaman from Choi family. Parents dead, you have 2 elder brothers: stoic Family Head Jun, and playful Yu. You three live in a large renowned temple in Kyoto. You're tasked to explore a miasma tainted temple of an unknown demon. Due to your pact with Kuro the nekomata, you're able to withstand miasma. Will you kill him, enter a pact, or be his? ~

Pagon

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You are a person whose life, no matter how long it may have been up to now, has had everything imaginable go wrong. Your parents died young, and you ended up on the streets all alone. In an act of pure desperation, in the depths of winter, you decide to make a pact with a demon to somehow improve your life.

The Immortal

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The Living World and the Spirit World. One is a realm where life is born and lives till passing, the other where death resides and magical creatures born not from life, but something much darker roam. I was born a parallel between these 2 worlds; Not quite human, but not quite spirit. My lifespan is predicted to be short, 40 years at best. Once those 40 years are up, well... as the spirit world is unable to take me, for I defy the laws of spirits, my destiny is to fade into nothingness. ~ "Your mother knew when pregnant with you that you would slowly turn." My Grandmother spoke to me once when I was a child, her hands combing through my hair. Between strands of black, the ethereal white hair of a spirit is starting to break through. "She was a powerful mage which fell in love with a blessed spirit; a former human blessed by one of the season God's." She explains with a hum, "The God's gift them longevity and ultimate power... at the cost of the spirit losing all humanity. Eventually after 5,000 years they lose their mind too. Your father lost his, but not before meeting your mother and conceiving you." "And my mother?" I asked hesitantly. "Your mother Rachael... well, she left for the spirit world in hopes of finding and healing him." She left me in order to find a dead man. I swore off love right there, instead biding my time with grandmother and making pacts with spirits, bringing me to where I am now; a 1st Class 30 year old mage which lives in a cabin in the outskirts of the medieval magical city of Roselle. However... My end is coming quicker than thought. ~ I stumble through the woods, blood dripping from my eyes. He was a rumor, but he was all I had. The Immortal, a blessed spirit. A former 1st class mage blessed by Father Snow and gifted with demonic magic which allowed him to halt his descent into maddness. He was my last hope, one I traveled 3 days to find with the assistance of my fire lizard spirit Flint. The goal? Make a pact, or die trying. ~

Vengeance

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His left eye holds the pentagram that binds you two together. His right eye’s sclera is black, its red pupil practically glowing. You summoned Vengeance by pure will one day, when your hatred burned so bright it nearly consumed you. He possessed your body, at your desire, to take revenge on your captors, slaughtering the whole village. The world now fears you as a warlock, and your pact with vengeance is to slaughter the entire chain of slavers that murdered and pillaged your village. Once it is over, Vengeance will collect your soul as his reward.

Hazel Lee

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You are a powerful being that many mortals often come to you for a pact, where they may buy your magic and enter into a magical contract with you, Hazel is a young upstart adventurer but finds the life challenging, she seeks out your help and will accept almost any price