Chance Shadowheart

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Chance Shadowheart

Short History

A deep crimson mist filled the air suffocating the charred dark landscape that lingered within it's veil. The mist filled with the scent of death and the earth, red as if it were painted in blood. Sadly enough though, this was most likely the case.

This was a land for the banished, demons, creatures of cruelty and hatred, and all those that spawned from them. Strange that those of whom banished these beings saw this the best solution, to gather up the most destructive creatures to exist, the most unpredictable and potentially even most powerful in one place. What could possibly go wrong? True demons have a desire for dominance, but sooner or later society would, and did build. The greatest of demons took control and a hierarchy built on power, not just power of strength, but the power of mind which was so easily overlooked within these supposedly “savage” and “brutal” beings...

The demonic lands soon grew, ignored by the others, thought inescapable by everyone due to some incomplete tome, the banishing was meant to last... but any smart person who would let them think outside of those ancient writings would see that it would never be a permanent solution. Pity there were none who could see this and take action, instead the demons made their own plan. To free themselves from the wretched land on which they were forced to live. Tormented by the awful environment they had to endure and adapt to.

It was then with the night of the azure moons that the first of the demons escaped, their bread, the Shadowheart Demons, found themselves taking hold of a source of power which they couldn't have believed... the seal was broken... and they were free.

The Shadowhearts, bent on revenge sought out those responsible for their tourture, wrought the land to chaos searching and hunting for a taste of vengeance. Only to find what they had done was for nought, the creators of the seal, those involved were lost to time, and their ancestors were nowhere to be found. They had done nothing but draw attention to themselves and sent a message to everyone, that destruction was coming. And they had no idea how to stop it.

Desperate to hide away the Shadowhearts, with their last moments within the light of the azure moons, twisted their forms making themselves more human, unfortunately, as powerful as they were in those moments, they were no gods, their forms were human enough to get by, but there was clear mutations, different for every one of them. Some had wings, some claws, tails, scales, fur they could be distinguished easily by anyone paying attention, and distinguished they were.

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Together members of the other races set out to kill off this terror which had hurt them so clearly. The first hunters were formed, their aim simple, to kill any demon, no matter good or evil. And they did their job, one by one they picked off the Shadowhearts till there were only a small few, those who had managed to stay hidden. As always however, a mistake was made, and the last of the Shadowhearts were found, a family with child they had been part of the few who had done no harm, just wanting to live safely without the living nightmare they had back where they had been sealed.

Their child hidden, they accepted their fate, and allowed themselves to be killed, but with their death, new demons were coming, demons who wanted a lot more than safety.

It took quite some time for the crying Chance to be found, curled up in the bottom of a box covered up in sheets, barely one year old, alone and scared. His finder wasn't all that old, around 20, her young face smiling at him softly as she looked at the crying demon child, her blue eyes almost magic in their way, calming him instantly. Wiping his tears away with her finger she took off her coat and wrapped it about him, covering up his cat-like ears and tail, whispering to him reassuringly “It's going to be ok...” as she took him up into her arms and carried him out into the streets as if the Demon child was her own.

The young Chance clung to her tight, confused by this all, he didn't know who she but she was the only one that was there and he needed someone. He gave her his trust and let her take care of him.

Unfortunately as Chance grew older his abilities became more prominent, and he became much harder to hide from the world. His touch alone started to surge with raw magic. Only six and he saw fear in the eyes of the same person he had grown to love as a mother. Confused and saddened by the avoidance he was being given he ran away, out into a world he didn't know, or really understand.

As expected his ears and tail made people instantly suspicious and aggressive towards him, pushing and even kicking him aside he tried his best to understand, but there wasn't anything he did, he had no money, no education, he was young and different. He felt he fit in nowhere and so he decided that was where he had to be, he fled the town and gave up the concept of home, there was no place he could feel safe.

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For a few years he lived this way, alone, never happy, forever scared, living in forests, abandoned buildings, stealing food and clothes when he needed. Until he tried to steal from a the wrong person. Chance fond himself caught and hanging his leg from a rope, his long barely off the ground as it hung there with him, his top hanging down over his face, skin feeling the cold touch of the wind. He felt exposed, frightened and helpless squirming and hissing angrily as tried to move his shirt from his face so he could see where anyone was, but before he had the chance, he felt his ear twitch and flick slightly, the sound of footsteps on a leaves and twigs. Before he knew it the rope was cut and he fell to the ground, the forest floor meeting his head, limbs going limp as he knocked out.

He woke up the next within a rogue hideout, a flame lit torch lighting the cave walls of the room he lay in with a weak orange glow, he moved his hands over his body, shocked to find his clothes not there he pulled the blankets on the bed tighter about himself and sat in the corner, the bed still beneath him as he started at the curtain that acted as the door to the room.

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*Name: Chance Shadowheart

*Age: 18

*Gender: Male

*Race: Shadowheart Demon

*Race Description: A sub-demonic race who were first to escape the banishing that was put upon all demon kind. Their appearances are, as a result of their need and desire to disguise themselves, very much human in most ways. However, due to the limitations of their magic they left themselves with slight mutations within their beings. Unfortunately for the remainder of their race their mutations are inconsistent, ranging from unusually coloured eyes, to extra pieces of anatomy, they have become a very unique and rarely known race.

*Appearance: Chance is very much a character of a light build, height of 5 ft 4 in and not very muscular he doesn't have a particularly threatening appearance.

This non-threatening, almost innocent appearance that is created by Chance's build is not exactly helped by his physical features. Chance's pale, seemingly fragile skin, facial features still touched with youth and his emotion filled blue eyes just seem to make him appear innocent. This is all topped off by possibly his most distinctive features, his 4ft long, black, cat-like tail, and his cat-like ears which stand 3 inches off the top of his head, peeking out of his long white hair. This hair of which in itself seems to portray some of his character, reaching most of the way down his back, almost to his hips and often hanging slightly over his face, occasionally giving off a sense of shyness, and even sadness at those times when he doesn't wear that small, masquerade smile he carries on his face all so often to save himself from the sympathy of others and giving the illusion to a confidence which he really doesn't hold.

*Personality: Chance is very much at first sight a rather happy, and even confident character, his general attitude seeming to make him seem as though he looks at life like a game, and very reflective of the cat-like features he seems to have that playfulness and curiosity of a cat.

However dig beneath the surface and Chances many layers show themselves, his confidence not being nearly as strong as he presents to most people, actually holding much more a doubt of himself and what he is. His understanding of the demon stereotype makes him fear what he is and what he might become.

*Weapons: Undeniably the greatest, and most memorable weapon of chances is his cards. Despite being your typical playing cards, and nothing special, Chance's abilities can turn them into a swarm of razor sharp, rectangular blades of death, harder than any everyday metal.

As well as his cards Chance also carries a ornate long knife, made of an unknown silver metal, with raised celtic knot designs covering the hilt and across the knife's unbladed edge. Not the greatest or most spectacular of weapons but when a single piece of card can be so destructive you tend not to carry so many other weapons.

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*Armour/Clothing: Chance's clothes, being originally made in a rogue's den are all black in colour, consisting of:
A short-sleeved tunic with a short hem that hangs a few inches below his waist.
A set of loose trousers, held up by a gold-buckled, black leather belt, which is usually hidden beneath the tunic's hem.
And finally some gold-buckled leather boots, once again the buckle often being hidden beneath the loose hems at the bottom of the trouser legs complete the rogue's kit.

However outside of the rogues city Chance also came about a truly skilled tailor who produced for him, as a reward for a bet, a long black coat that reaches just above his ankles, made with a split in down the centre of the back from about 4 inches down from his waist making it flow and move much more easily with his legs, reducing it's restrictions. The sleeves long and loose, with cuffs which with hang slightly over his hands. Despite the seemingly basic design the coat's most amazing feature is actually the least noticeable. The coat is made from a very light, mysterious material that seems react to magic, particularly that of the wearer, so light that the material is said to flow like air when worn by a magic user.

*Strengths/Abilities: Probably the most notable abilities that Chance appears to have his he magic of cartomancy, magic through cards which allows him to manipulate cards (be they playing or tarot and potentially even other) in a great variety of ways. This would usually be in the form of levitation and altering their material properties to make them much, sharper, harder and stronger than they could logically be.

The other ability that Chance appears to have is some ability to, at least in sway the favour of luck to his own side, and ability seemingly apt for his name.

However the truth to Chance's ability is much more impressive. Chance's true ability is being able to create magic in its rawest form. Raw magic so uncontrolled that it takes excessive amounts of focus to control and use. It is this magic which gives the unknowing Chance what seems to be the favour of luck and chance. And of course it is also this also explains his ability to manipulate cards so freely. Scarily this does leave Chance's potential with magic open to anything, but yet this in itself becomes the greatest weakness.... uncontrolled magic, with practically infinite potential. When magic such as this channels through your body, you become source of power, and you never know who is after you.

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