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Current Novus date and time is

▶ Year || 503
▶ Season || Summer
▶ Temp || 74℉ (23℃) - 100℉ (37℃)
▶ Weather || The end of Spring brings about, once more, the warm embrace of Summer. While some flourish in the comfortable glow of the sun, others take shelter from its sweltering midday heat. Even so, it is now that the continent bustles with life - for it won't be long until a cool chill returns.


Character of the Season
El Toro

Member of the Season

Thread of the Season
Bring Me Thunder; Bring Me Steel

Pair of the Season
Eik and Isra

Quote of the Season
"Her mother lives all in day, her father all in night, and Apolonia straddles the thin, dusky line halving her heart with not so much grace - startling awake in the middle of the night or at the crack of dawn, trying to find some way to compromise." — Apolonia in
The Vine & The Rain & The Light

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Night Court Soldier

The Character


▶ Age: 7 [Year 496 Spring]
▶ Gender: Male
▶ Pronouns: He/Him/His
▶ Orientation: Heterosexual
▶ Breed: TB x arab
▶ Height: 16.2 hh
▶ Health: 7
▶ Attack: 13
▶ Experience: 10
▶ Signos: 390 (Donate)

▶ Joined: 08-24-2017
▶ Last Visit: 01-04-2019, 05:04 AM
▶ Total Posts: 65 (Find All Posts)
▶ Total Threads: 7 (Find All Threads)

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Raum is quicksilver sleek. He moves like liquid mercury: fast, glimmering, slick.

His body is silky and muscular; his appearance as sharp as any blade. His eyes are royal blue. They can glow electric bright if caught in certain light and then in other lights fade as black as pitch. They match the blue of the silken scarf pouring like water around his neck. When he performs with his Crow brethren, his body becomes a mirror to the surrounding light and flames, making him glow, glittering, glamorous and bright. He is a target for the eye, drawing spectators in to his torso of gleaming metal. Raum becomes the trophy they all want, the gleam in their awe-struck eyes. Yet when his show is over, he slinks his silver body into the darkness, disappearing as though melted, slipping away like liquid. The Crow is gone so fast, so quietly, that none even see him go.

Upon his long, athletic limbs, he wears a dagger, bound tight to his muscled forelimb. It rests there against his grey coat, silver against silver. So sleek to his skin is this dagger that it almost disappears into his body, hiding itself from prying eyes.

Raum’s mane and tail are just the right length, neither too long and neither too short. They are just as silver as the rest of his body. There is no part of him that is a darker or lighter silver, no part that drinks in any more black or gleams with any more light.

One might think, with skin that gleams like his, just how the Crow could possibly blend with the shadows so perfectly?

Well, that is the mystery, is it not?
Positive: Loyal | Committed | Tolerant| Generous | Captivating | Calm | Discreet | Resourceful | Seraphic | Humble | Dynamic | Creative | Honest

Negative: Abrasive | Assertive | Calculating | Dishonest | Vengeful | Quiet | Disloyal

Raum is able to turn on a dime both physically and mentally. He is quick-witted, able to survey a situation and react before many would even realize what he was thinking.

He is creative, from his ability to create a show that enchants an audience, to his ability to utilize anything within his grasp to better reach/escape a target or even kill. It pays to remain upon Raum’s good side, to not be, would be to open yourself up to his most deplorable qualities. He is vengeful, seeking it out with a sinister impassiveness that is chilling to behold. To any who are not ‘family’ he will lie with a silver tongue. He will study you taking you apart, layer by layer, until he knows exactly how to use you to his advantage. He watches rather than talks, gathering information on all that he sees with a silent, ghostly ease. You will not even know he is there.

To those he loves, his orphan family, he is loyal and generous. Raum gives to better others at detriment to himself. He is empathetic, even when his eyes are cold as he kills, his heart still beats, it is still unknown where he hides his pain, his thoughts, the feelings he has for each he kills.

Yet do not be deceived he is no assassin happy to kill for money or glory. He has turned more jobs down than he as accepted. Be careful though, should you ask him to kill, you may be the one who ultimately wears the target upon your back.

Raum Cloudwalker.
-The fallen angel who appears a crow-

That was the name Reichenbach had given him.

He had been found, a small, black, shivering colt, little more than a few days old. The ice of the night was already upon him, sodden as he was from the afternoon rains. There was no doubt that the wintry evening would have taken him, were it not that he was discovered so close to the Crow’s den.

About his throat was a narrow silk scarf royal blue in colour tied into a knot at his sternum. Within the knot, wilted by cold and rain, was a single flower. Beneath it, also tied into the scarf, was a note. Yet, for all the rain that had come and soaked the child to its skin, so too had it destroyed the note. The ink ran in smudges and streaks across the paper that split, too damp to hold itself together.

Wrapped about the upper part of one of Raum’s forelimbs was a dagger, held tight within its sheath. It dominated the colt’s leg, its bindings wound thrice, just to keep it in place upon the stick thin leg. The dagger was still fixed tight, undisturbed upon the child’s limb, for clearly he had been stood so long, even in the driving rain.

His blue eyes gleamed, sunlight bright and peered back to where his dam had left him - or so they all presumed. But what an odd thing it was that no one had heard a mother parting with such a newborn baby. Surely he would have cried, surely…

But Raum did not cry when they took him in that night and placed him by the fire. He did not cry when they removed the cloth from around his neck to better let him dry. Still he did not cry when they removed the dagger from his fragile leg, nor even when they put him to his fitful sleep that first night.

He did not cry then and he had not cried since.

As a Crow, Raum learned many tricks, he had always retained his supple, willowy body through his childhood. His athletic skill was a trait to be envied and one that none could rival. He found joy in climbing, walking narrow ledges and natural bridges that no other horse dared tread.

As he grew, his body turning from black to silver, he learned a living on the streets. He danced, shocked with his death defying stunts and tricks upon ledges so thin, so high that some believed, even without wings, he could truly fly. No creature without flight would be so foolish! They would all exclaim. But Raum was no fool, he was confident. He was skilled and above all, he was fearless.

Yet it was one day, as he was pickpocketing in the heart of Denocte, that the young child’s life change forever. Cornered by a rival, for stealing from his leader, the young boy was forced into a fight which only his light feet and athleticism might help him win. Death rose before him ,threatening and wild, and it was with an eerie calm that Raum drove the blade into his adversary’s leg and in silence that he wrapped his scarf about his throat and pulled tight. He held, quiet and calm until the light had left his adversary’s face. Only then did he release his scarf to retie it around his neck and leave.

The murder had been clean, fast, and above all, silent. When news leaked, through the tongues of the Crow orphans, Raum was no longer just hired for spying and infiltration but murder. Soon, the orphan boy was desired by all who wanted someone disposed of in the fastest, most silent manner possible.

Tales of his assassinations played upon the tongues of Denoctans. They raved about the boy who killed like darkness. Yet there were few who had ever seen him. A wraith they called him, they feared him. But it is only Raum and his rag tag group of orphans that truly knew just how many Raum has killed.

Active & Parvus Magic


An ability to change into any living being. Raum is not able to turn into anything that does not have conscious awareness.
Tier I
At this level Raum is only able to change one body part. Because his control over this power is weak Body parts will change without conscious control, for example, when he is angry or scared. However, this also does not mean that he does not have any control over this power. Raum can also consciously make a body part change but this takes a lot of effort and focus and he cannot hold it for more than 30 seconds before needing a rest.

Tier II
Raum is more powerful now and the ability to still turn is present but much weaker. It takes a case of very heightened emotions for Raum to lose control. When/if he does, his power is stronger now and so he not just transforms one body part but two or three. If he controls their change consciously then he can now hold it for a much longer period of time up to 30 minutes.

Tier III
At this level Raum’s struggles with his power changes. He no longer transforms into new things without control. His ability to morph into something becomes a whole body affair. However, this brings with it its own troubles. His ability to return to his normal shape is the thing that requires most effort and therefore that he struggles with. Turning off the power has become Raum’s greatest challenge.

Tier IV
Now Raum is a master of his power. There is nothing he struggles with in relation to controlling his magic. He can transform into anything at will. He can hold the change for as long as he wishes without becoming tired. At this peak of his power, he can also make different body parts transform into different beings, for example, a leg of a tiger, teeth of a dog and wings of a bat.

Parvus Magic

His body will occasionally change superficially. For example, he may have scales one day, spikes along his spine another, hair colour change etc these are superficial things not major body changes. They are also linked to his mood. If he is angry they will be spiked, if he is needing to be quiet his body will change to aid him in that. The Parvus Magic is not present when he is fully, consciously transformed into a different being. It only happens when he is in his own form.

Passive Magic


Armor, Outfit, and Accessories

A long, royal blue scarf of the finest silk tied in a knot at his sternum.

A dagger fixed to his front limb.

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