Post by Ira on Mar 25, 2022 1:23:03 GMT
Enoy Naton
The Wandering Priest
The Wandering Priest
Enoy hails from a land far across the sea. Her home is nothing more than a wasteland of wanderers and lost souls, having endured a thousand and one cataclysms. Throughout all their pain and suffering a single cult arose to guide the hearts and minds of the people who yet still lived. The cult of Absolution believes that apocalypses, cataclysms, and great suffering is a gift from the gods to be cherished. The greatest feat of all races is to endure these cataclysms and rise to power once more. As an 'Àrd-shagart' it is Enoy's sacred duty to travel the world in search of doomed villages, cities and nations in order to minister faith and strength to the populace.
Description: Enoy is a tall, red haired woman who appears roughly in her late 20s. Enoy hails from a land of giants and, as such, she stands at 210cm. But even at this height, she is considered small amongst her own people. Enoy is deaf, and while she can still 'see' through the power of her mask, she must rely on watching and reading a person's lips if they do not speak with their hands. While her clothes change as necessary with the temperature and climate of the locations she travels, she is never seen without a red scarf and her black mask. The scarf, dyed red with blood, is signatory of her status as an Àrd-shagart, or high priest. It is dipped in the blood of those that would bring cataclysm to the world. To wear the scarf is not only to demand respect among her people but also to note that she is a highly skilled warrior.
Personality: Quiet and kind, Enoy's personality does not match with the martial arts style she was trained in at all. While she seeks a life of non-violence, always quick to explain she doesn't want trouble, trouble tends to follow her everywhere she goes. She truly only wants to help people. Very few people have ever seen Enoy ever get angry, and when she does it is more sad than scary. But beware anyone who crosses the mask, as its personality is the exact opposite of Enoy's. Filled with rage and boiling over with power, the mask will look for any excuse to force Enoy into a fight.
Personal Backstory: "I was born somewhere between the nine thousand ninety ninth and the one thousandth Cataclysm. I cannot remember my parents, they perished in fires that raged so hot the skin melts away and your bones turn to ash. I survived the flames, however, because I was chosen by the mask. Unfortunately, I am told my hearing did not survive the flames. The sacred cult found me screaming amongst the embers of my home, faceless and alone. From that moment on I was trained as a warrior. Upon my coming of age ceremony, I was bestowed a false mask as a final test to confirm my authenticity to the council. The moment it touched my featureless face, it shattered into a thousand and one pieces. While they gave me my true face, the featureless black mask, afterwards, it was too late for them.
"A star fell from the heavens that night as punishment from the gods, killing tens of thousands, masked and unmasked warriors alike. The one thousand one cataclysm had descended. Over the next decade, I made myself instrumental in repairing my home and preparing my fellows for the next cataclysm. Fearing the anger of the gods through the featureless black mask, I was given the title of Àrd-shagart and sent away to find the site of the next cataclysm. I know, as the youngest of my title, that I have been promoted solely for the purpose to remove me from my home. But I do not hold animosity against the cult council for this. As I boarded the vessel bound for The King's Port, I was given a single scroll detailing the history of my mask and its previous bearer.
"I must make sure the same fate does not befall me."
Abilities:
-The Drunken Fist-
Enoy is a practitioner and master of the staggering style of The Drunken Fist. Contrary to the name, Enoy does not have to be drunk in order to fight or utilize her style. However, the style is based around the manner and movements of a drunken man. Wild punches, aerial kicks, and unpredictable swaying movements are all considered to be techniques in this powerful manner of fighting. While she would never admit it, Enoy is still better fighting drunk than sober. As her master, a enigmatic and eccentric man, allowed her to practice her movements however she liked, but Enoy was only ever allowed to practice fighting him while they both drank.
-Speak with Hands-
Put simply, Enoy can 'speak' sign language.
-The Mask-
The Mask is considered to be the most powerful weapon in the Cult of Absolution's arsenal. Sacred pieces of art passed down through generations, they choose their wearers from birth and do not allow them to die until they feel the wearer has fulfilled the mask's desire. The mask is not some immortality device, however, it is a complex temporal object suspended between planes of existence. As such, wearers of the masks become suspended themselves until the mask detaches from their chosen host. If the host becomes irreparably damaged, the mask temporarily 'removes' them from their current point in space and reconstitutes them somewhere else. The host must constantly prove to their mask that they are worthy vessels, strong enough to fulfill the mask's desires. Otherwise, the next time they are reconstituted, they will find themselves in the Cult's execution chamber. There the mask is removed permanently in order to be placed on a stronger vessel, and the host is disposed of.
-Arsenal of the Mask-
Each mask has a repertoire of weaponry that can be summoned for a time by the wearer. From bo-staffs to throwing knives, any weapon the wearer might need or desire in order to fight off evil can be pulled through space in order to be utilized. While the arsenals of masks is reportedly endless, the ability to pull items is limited by the strength and knowledge of the mask's host. Enoy herself is only capable of pulling forth a bo-staff and thick steel gauntlets. She hopes to get better one day, but she feels as though her mask itself often resists her summon requests.
The Featureless Black Mask:
"Notes from host Nemo, the first discoverer of the Featureless Black Mask, and the first host. Cataclysmic era one hundred and five.
"As is well known in our Cult, the masks that keep us alive to prepare the world for cataclysms are not objects of our creation. They are sacred items bestowed upon the worthy by the gods through the mask's choice. But this object is not like the others. It does not seek to prepare nor save the world from cataclysms, it seeks to cause them. It whispers dark secrets into my ears, horrible, monstrous things that I'm certain would bring a lesser man to his knees. This object has powers beyond anything we can deal with, the power to destroy other masks.
"I write this scroll as I am locked away in a jail cell. I demanded my own detainment from the Cult, lest my will fail and the mask move my body towards evil. The mask tells me that if I cannot serve its purpose, then it will find someone else. We must lock this item away in the strongest cell we can. Tell the council, tell the wearers of the sacred masks whose connections beyond have proven strong enough. If we allow this object of darkness to move and possess our worthy vessels then we will surely be doomed.
"Should our work in containment fail, we must do all within our power to train the next wearer of this mask against its dark machinations. Below, I will detail all that I have learned in order to best prevent the loss of self with this mask. And, to you in the future, I will pray for your salvation. May the gods help us all."
Description: Enoy is a tall, red haired woman who appears roughly in her late 20s. Enoy hails from a land of giants and, as such, she stands at 210cm. But even at this height, she is considered small amongst her own people. Enoy is deaf, and while she can still 'see' through the power of her mask, she must rely on watching and reading a person's lips if they do not speak with their hands. While her clothes change as necessary with the temperature and climate of the locations she travels, she is never seen without a red scarf and her black mask. The scarf, dyed red with blood, is signatory of her status as an Àrd-shagart, or high priest. It is dipped in the blood of those that would bring cataclysm to the world. To wear the scarf is not only to demand respect among her people but also to note that she is a highly skilled warrior.
Personality: Quiet and kind, Enoy's personality does not match with the martial arts style she was trained in at all. While she seeks a life of non-violence, always quick to explain she doesn't want trouble, trouble tends to follow her everywhere she goes. She truly only wants to help people. Very few people have ever seen Enoy ever get angry, and when she does it is more sad than scary. But beware anyone who crosses the mask, as its personality is the exact opposite of Enoy's. Filled with rage and boiling over with power, the mask will look for any excuse to force Enoy into a fight.
Personal Backstory: "I was born somewhere between the nine thousand ninety ninth and the one thousandth Cataclysm. I cannot remember my parents, they perished in fires that raged so hot the skin melts away and your bones turn to ash. I survived the flames, however, because I was chosen by the mask. Unfortunately, I am told my hearing did not survive the flames. The sacred cult found me screaming amongst the embers of my home, faceless and alone. From that moment on I was trained as a warrior. Upon my coming of age ceremony, I was bestowed a false mask as a final test to confirm my authenticity to the council. The moment it touched my featureless face, it shattered into a thousand and one pieces. While they gave me my true face, the featureless black mask, afterwards, it was too late for them.
"A star fell from the heavens that night as punishment from the gods, killing tens of thousands, masked and unmasked warriors alike. The one thousand one cataclysm had descended. Over the next decade, I made myself instrumental in repairing my home and preparing my fellows for the next cataclysm. Fearing the anger of the gods through the featureless black mask, I was given the title of Àrd-shagart and sent away to find the site of the next cataclysm. I know, as the youngest of my title, that I have been promoted solely for the purpose to remove me from my home. But I do not hold animosity against the cult council for this. As I boarded the vessel bound for The King's Port, I was given a single scroll detailing the history of my mask and its previous bearer.
"I must make sure the same fate does not befall me."
Abilities:
-The Drunken Fist-
Enoy is a practitioner and master of the staggering style of The Drunken Fist. Contrary to the name, Enoy does not have to be drunk in order to fight or utilize her style. However, the style is based around the manner and movements of a drunken man. Wild punches, aerial kicks, and unpredictable swaying movements are all considered to be techniques in this powerful manner of fighting. While she would never admit it, Enoy is still better fighting drunk than sober. As her master, a enigmatic and eccentric man, allowed her to practice her movements however she liked, but Enoy was only ever allowed to practice fighting him while they both drank.
-Speak with Hands-
Put simply, Enoy can 'speak' sign language.
-The Mask-
The Mask is considered to be the most powerful weapon in the Cult of Absolution's arsenal. Sacred pieces of art passed down through generations, they choose their wearers from birth and do not allow them to die until they feel the wearer has fulfilled the mask's desire. The mask is not some immortality device, however, it is a complex temporal object suspended between planes of existence. As such, wearers of the masks become suspended themselves until the mask detaches from their chosen host. If the host becomes irreparably damaged, the mask temporarily 'removes' them from their current point in space and reconstitutes them somewhere else. The host must constantly prove to their mask that they are worthy vessels, strong enough to fulfill the mask's desires. Otherwise, the next time they are reconstituted, they will find themselves in the Cult's execution chamber. There the mask is removed permanently in order to be placed on a stronger vessel, and the host is disposed of.
-Arsenal of the Mask-
Each mask has a repertoire of weaponry that can be summoned for a time by the wearer. From bo-staffs to throwing knives, any weapon the wearer might need or desire in order to fight off evil can be pulled through space in order to be utilized. While the arsenals of masks is reportedly endless, the ability to pull items is limited by the strength and knowledge of the mask's host. Enoy herself is only capable of pulling forth a bo-staff and thick steel gauntlets. She hopes to get better one day, but she feels as though her mask itself often resists her summon requests.
The Featureless Black Mask:
"Notes from host Nemo, the first discoverer of the Featureless Black Mask, and the first host. Cataclysmic era one hundred and five.
"As is well known in our Cult, the masks that keep us alive to prepare the world for cataclysms are not objects of our creation. They are sacred items bestowed upon the worthy by the gods through the mask's choice. But this object is not like the others. It does not seek to prepare nor save the world from cataclysms, it seeks to cause them. It whispers dark secrets into my ears, horrible, monstrous things that I'm certain would bring a lesser man to his knees. This object has powers beyond anything we can deal with, the power to destroy other masks.
"I write this scroll as I am locked away in a jail cell. I demanded my own detainment from the Cult, lest my will fail and the mask move my body towards evil. The mask tells me that if I cannot serve its purpose, then it will find someone else. We must lock this item away in the strongest cell we can. Tell the council, tell the wearers of the sacred masks whose connections beyond have proven strong enough. If we allow this object of darkness to move and possess our worthy vessels then we will surely be doomed.
"Should our work in containment fail, we must do all within our power to train the next wearer of this mask against its dark machinations. Below, I will detail all that I have learned in order to best prevent the loss of self with this mask. And, to you in the future, I will pray for your salvation. May the gods help us all."