Oritga Carghis

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~Basic info~

Behind every great individual, there is that voice which keeps them going onward and toward their next great adventure. [/center][/i]

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~Character Info~

Waking up in the morning, your thoughts are cluttered. It takes a moment for you to fully become aware of your surroundings, but once you do, everything about your life comes back to you.[/center][/b][/i]

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Name ~ : Ortiga Carghis (Or-Tee-Ga Car-jeus), Captain Carghis of the Maritime Witch

Age ~ : Far too long, though he has been asleep for most of it

Birthplace ~ : Neverland

Gender ~ : Male

Race ~ : Sea Serpent god

Special Class ~ : Summoner

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~Appearance~

As you are heading out the door of your house, a small glimmer of light catches your eye. You turn around and see a mirror, putting you face to face with your reflection.

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Physical appearance ~ : Shiftless eyes, irises that are pools of endless black. Though they express but a limited number of emotions, ranging usually between melancholy and annoyance, they are infinitely fathomless, as if truly they were windows to the soul. Lines course beneath these merciless eyes, and occasionally even black circles indicative of exhaustion. Oritga’s appearance resembles that of a young man in his early twenties, they have remained so for many years. His are sharp, handsome features that have their scabs, blemishes and even scars that any man in his station might possess, despite not being a man himself. His dark brunette hair is parted halfway in a fringe reaching to his chin; if one were to examine closely, they’d notice several strands of grey and white from his many restless late nights. He has a lean, muscular build with zero fat percentage, though like his face, his skin is not without marks, proof of his daily labors.

Clothing/Accessories ~ : Like any normal person, Ortiga changes clothes day to day. However, his usual Captain attire is quite a contradictory sight; he struts around in his old Navy uniform from when he was a Privateer. Though many make the distinction between the two occupations, Ortiga does not. His coat is a dark cerulean, though the dye has worn out over time and is now taking on the hue of a dull slate gray. The coat has a rigid collar of an even darker shade of blue alongside a middle zip, alongside buttons, from tip to bottom, reaching to his thighs. White patterns lace the coat and a seal brown belt with a silver buckle is tied around his waist, with a thinner belt used as a sash to his left shoulder. His long pants are a likewise similar color to his coat and end up tucked into his mahogany riding boots. Underneath his coat is a white sweat shirt, usually a sticky damp considering his inability to stay still.

Artist Rendition of Ortiga Carghis

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~Personality~

As you're walking through the door, you see many sights that influence your mood. The different feelings that suddenly wash over you are many, leaving you with a strange mix of emotions.

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Alignment ~ : Chaotic Neutral

Behavior ~ : Imperious and conceited, aristocratic and judgmental, Ortiga is the picture of a stuck up, but far from spoilt, royal. For all intents and purposes, he is a man of composed arrogance. Being an unparalleled narcissist, an air of superiority that almost stifles the breath surrounds him. Calm and soft-spoken, though his tone may be harsh and unforgiving; Ortiga bears with him a condescendence for mortals. As humans see cattle as lesser creatures, does Ortiga see humans and other mortals. He pities them and holds most in disdain. Though he is judgmental of others perhaps a redeeming quality is that his decisions on a person’s character are not all based on pedigree, for even a mortal with ability is worth respect.

A haughty and uptight man though he may be, Ortiga is not without ability. Far from it, it is because he is a capable individual, intelligent and adept, that people find it difficult to dismiss his well deserving conceit. He just never needs any help; Ortiga can take care of most things by himself, be it mundane chores or complex arts. With a tendency for cold silence, allowing his eyes to convey his patronizing perspective, Ortiga is a man of few, select words, having not the patience to engage in long conversation with lesser beings. Of those few, select words towards the lacking, most are criticizing and inconsiderate. In fact, he very rarely calls anyone by name, usually using terms like ‘maggot, worm or mongrel’ as substitutes. Ortiga is naturally a very violent person, and has a bad habit of using physical violence to reprimand subordinates or even as an unconscious greeting to a stranger. If he were more around those he liked, it might even be the way he showed affection. To his enemies, he is wrathful like no other, never once believing in the silly notion that the sweet bitter of vengeance is not filling.

A fatalist at heart, Ortiga has a strong belief in predetermined destiny. He believes that some people are born with the drive and ability to carry them forward and others are suited only to follow and find some minor worth in the shadow of the great. More specifically though, he knows that at birth we are given a duty and no matter what we do, none of us may defy this ordain. In a word, providence. Fate that is absolute, destiny that is eternal. Make no mistake, he finds no pleasure in this acknowledgment, if he could, he’d rather naively believe his life was his own. However, he, more than anyone, feels the pull of fate’s strings, dangling him like a puppet.

Even Ortiga is not without his highlights. He is militaristically disciplined and honor-bound, he will never lie and never go back on his word, rarely given as it is. Many consider him to be too serious and hard working, which suits him fine.


Despite his disregard for worthlessness, Ortiga is not one to turn a blind eye to suffering when he has the power to change it. In which case, it was their fate to be saved by him, and nothing more; certainly not compassion on his part. All in all, Ortiga is a benevolent not malevolent god despite what his persona might imply.

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~Weapons~

Suddenly, a Heartless appears in front of you, brandishing its claws and threatening to attack. You reach for your weapon and equip it, ready to defend yourself.

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Primary Weapon(s)

ID: The Maritime Witch
Quality: Average
Ortiga’s warship, a galleon that sails in air as easily as it does the seas.



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Saber

Pistol

Rifle

Trident

Armoury

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~Abilities~

Just as you're about to fight the creature, you feel the power of your ancestors filling you. The strength of a thousand men courses through your veins as you prepare for battle.

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~ Swiftly and without Haste:
Ortiga is a physically and mentally adept individual. He will never forget a face and can chart out and solve problems in his head with ease. However, more over, he pushes the limits of his human body to the extreme in all respects, though none more so than sheer speed and agility. He has the strength and endurance of a well trained athlete, yes, but it is the motor motion that allows him to dodge even bullets as long as they are at least several meters away that is truly awe-inspiring. Of course, for this he needs to be in motion, he can’t very effectively dodge something as fast as bullets simply from a still position. A blur of motion, with not a single movement wasted, that is the way the man Ortiga tears apart his enemies. Clean efficiency. His nimbleness and acrobats has him leaping up great heights and over great distances with relative ease. It is a rare occurrence to catch him off-guard with his reaction speed being what it is as well. As fast as he is on land, Ortiga is twice as fast under water and even retains the same physical strength, as if the water resistance didn’t hinder him at all.
Strength: Strong
Uses: Passive

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Summons

Name: Leviathan, though he has been known as Jormungandr or Lotan

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~ The Deluge Myth:
Leviathan has the ability to call forth large masses of water that no hydromancer may hope to yield control of. It should be noted that all water Leviathan summons is boiling, making it scalding to the skin. From Leviathan’s mouth can pour forth a nigh endless violent, pummeling torrent of water that can shatter even rocks. Though there is no specified shape, it usually comes forth in a spiraling cylinder almost as thick as Leviathan himself. Interestingly, Leviathan can suck in to his mouth water endlessly within a ten meter diameter whirlpool, dragging in many other objects alongside. A second way of releasing water is through the space between all his scales, little geysers of viciously scalding water vapor can erupt and create a dense, steaming fog in all the surroundings within sight. Leviathan, of course, can still see prey perfectly find in this fog due to special properties in his pupils. The final and most powerful form of Deluge is its true embodiment, reminiscent of Noah’s flood. Heavy, scalding rains pour down and hot water soaks up from the earth such that a flood is called upon the battlefield within one hundred and fifty seconds (or a period of three turns). The power of this ability is able to alter the geography of the surroundings immensely. During the first turn, the body of boiling water summoned is about equal to a lake. In the second turn, it equals that of a sea. By the third and final turn, the flood upon the battlefield and for many leagues around is undoubtedly an ocean in depth and expanse. At this point the rain stops and no more water is added. During these three turns (or one hundred and fifty seconds), Leviathan rests at the very bottom of the body of water, as if in slumber, unable to act until the process is done.
Strength: Strong
Uses: Leviathan can shoot boiling water from his mouth or suck in water by a whirlpool limitlessly. The dense fog he releases from his scales lasts for only up to three turns (It does not get thinner over time, but evaporates quickly once concluded), with a cooldown equal to the number of turns it was used. Leviathan is only able to summon the one hundred and fifty second flash flood once per battle.

~ A Snake god’s Skin:
The azure scales of the Leviathan are as hard as pure diamond; in fact, they even resemble real diamonds jutting out from him like rough spines. His scales cover him from the tip of his nose to the bottom of his fins, sparing only over his eyes. Though naturally, the inside of his body also lacks the protection of scales. The diamond scales also have edges sharpened like the blade of knives, making scaling them a very difficult prospect. Sadly, there is but one layer of diamond scales, under which ordinary scales of a large fish subsist; diamond scales that are destroyed take time to regenerate. Interestingly, while Leviathan has but one head, he has multiple mouths. They are simply mouths, consisting of the jaws covered with the diamond scales and rows of teeth harder even than diamond like his first mouth; meaning there are no nostrils or eyes to behold. The mouths can form anywhere on his serpentine body, and can instead out with a neck all their own to a distance of about ten meters. These extra mouths lead to his stomach as well and are also capable of shooting out or sucking in water like his original mouth does (Using The Deluge Myth ability).
Strength: Strong
Uses: Leviathan’s diamond scales are passive and once destroyed by an external force, do not regenerate for the remainder of the battle. Leviathan can cover his entire body in extra mouths, but this of course would leave him more vulnerable than with his diamond plating so it is usually wiser not to.



~ Aerodynamic Amphibian:
Despite being a beast of the seas, if the situation demands it, Leviathan can make do on land. He is at least a two fold physically slower and weaker on land however. Though, even then, he moves with the same quickness as a snake, resembling one greatly as he traverses the dry land.

Strength: Weak
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Elemental Resistance: -

Elemental Weakness: Plant life

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~History~

As you slay the last of the beasts, you put your weapon aside, and walk away, knowing your tale of bravery will be told for thousands of years to come.

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He doesn’t remember when he was born, he simply recalls a time when all the world was his. The sky a perpetual dark and the beasts that populated the world were his prey. He remembers another. Someone like him, made for him. They were a pair and together they would breed to populate the world with their ilk; they would rule the world, and many worlds from that, with their children. For many centuries, they tried without success. The few children not miscarried would die within the breadth of a few rainy seasons. Despite their limited duality, the two of them were built powerful, the whale clan were but mice to them and even the puny mortal men who had grown so far from their caves to building cities worshipped them. The humans built shrines in their honor, sacrificed children in their name and cowered in hovel stone homes when they hunted. They were loved, they were feared and they were called gods.

Then one of them was killed. An unthinkable occurrence, a ‘hero’ arose from the squishy sacks known as humans and together with an army that would cover mountain ranges, the foolishly courageous sacks ambushed their nest. Caught during labor and while he was out hunting for her, the humans overcame his mate and she died. They feasted well on her meat that night and her skin was a worthy canvas for their shelter. He returned in fury, as any mate would. He destroyed them, as any mate would. He felt no satisfaction even by devouring their bodies, as any mate would. Even when he tore apart the insolent ‘hero’, even when they fell down to beg forgiveness from their ‘god’, and be denied, he was still empty. He was alone now.

Another may have thought of ‘what ifs’, might’ve blamed misfortune, but he was different. Their inability to breed, the hatred and courage the humans built over the centuries and his and his mate’s own carelessness in their supremacy; it was all fate. This was how it was meant to be from the beginning. As he gazed upon the human civilization he destroyed, he noticed that many still survived too dispersed for him to hunt. They would be smarter now, more sly. They will get stronger, they had already been getting stronger while he was remaining stagnant. The two of them had been born seemingly without a purpose, but they had a purpose and it was to serve these disgusting pink creatures; not the other way around. They were an obstacle to be overcome by humans; that was their fate from the start.

He acknowledged it then, that someday, he, too, will be slain by a hero; him, a god, being a stepping stone for a mere bag of flesh.

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~Class~

Before you embark on your journey a vision comes upon you. You see three weapons in front of you.

~ A sword of terrible destruction - The power of the warrior: Invincible courage.

~ A shield to repel all - The power of the guardian: Kindness to aid friends.

~ A staff of wonder and ruin - The power of the mystic: Inner strength.

You know that one of them must be chosen. What power will you seek?

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[Insert choice here]

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~Other~

[Put anything else you want to say about your character in here.]