Hello! This is my first topic post here.
I want to see you guys’ headcanons about your character (their past, hobbies, magics,…) or you can also share your headcanons about the preset NPCs (Exiled, Minotaur, King David Silver). Feel free to share them, I’d love to see.
my character’s headcanons/backstory is edgy and too boring so I’m not gonna share it lol (or maybe I will if someone asks)
Hmmm a head canon. This will be the first one I make
Rocco Barion, 37
Rocco Barion is a wizard who seemed to gain his powers after being released from jail. Rocco wears an eye patch as it seems really cliche and some worn down clothes as Rocco does not like shopping for clothes.
Rocco gained the power of earth magic due to his childhood playing in the mud with his pet rock, Rocco is notoriously adept at escaping the law whether it be grunt or captain, in turn Rocco Barion has a laughably bad skill in terms of combat and social skill with his greatest skill on his move set being to fricking run away. That is my head canon for my WOM/AO character.
Sure, wynaut?
Joesph Booth:
A wealthy trader with a love for battling. As a kid, he always loved watching p.eople in the tournaments battle, watching the magic clash as a dreamed of being like one of them. After hitting a lucky break, he broke into the trading scene, rising to the top, with one of the largest maid collections in all of Magius. While his plasma magic may be weak, power isn’t everything. He mainly uses his wits and prepares placed explosions to use as traps.
Luna Marble, approximately a 24 year old woman who’s been subjected to terrorization in her hometown Canopy Village as an infant. With the unanimous vote of both her parents, minus her brother, she was sent off to Bell Village to stay with her adoptive parents. Luna had struggled with illnesses due to a weakened immune system (Leukemia). Her former Canopian parents couldn’t pay for ample treatment which resulted in this grand decision.
She grew up a slightly comfortable lifestyle, and with her natural charm and enthusiasm she also gained many friends. And with every story must come with a conflict, so a young woman named Nora moved to Bell Village. A rich Vistarian originating from Ironport. Parents, global traders, prominent within Magius (commonly from the East Peninsula), and without a last name due to their views of seeing everyone beneath them. Therefore wishing no connections with any families who reside in Magius or on the other side where the unharmed islands lay.
Nora saw Luna as competition to get the attention she deserved, and often she’d spread the classic gossip and payouts to anyone. The ever so cliche storyline progresses as Silent Tower reached out to all neighboring villages to a tour on the “Life of a Magic Council Major”. Of course every child were ecstatic, the MC were what their parents described to be as “Law Bringers”. The classic “medical/lawyer” job people aspire to be for a good paycheck.
It took the Vistarian Nora many days and many sacrifices, multiple payloads, extortion and exploits to many to get to that fabled position of being noticed as a “winner” to all. Unfortunately it ended up with Luna’s end by hanging. A reason so great it created hysteria on a more severe level than the Salem Witch Trials. Her parents were uninformed, yet all the children, Magic Council ranks, and anyone who would dare walk out on that cloudy night were basked in the glory of death of a little girl who only strove to be the greatest that she could possibly be.
MC Scouts cut her down and threw her nearby the stream. The moonlight shone down on her and granted pity. Giving Luna a second chance and magical power at that. She woke up, her leukemia, gone. The only trace of her disease was a permanent scar around her neck that signified the death and rebirth of her being. On that day she ran away from everything that she’s known and loved and joined a guild where she would depend on the people inside it as family.
I think my knife just broke from typing all that.
wow you guys really have some nice headcanons
Two Trello boards with my headcannons
As a young boy, Connor roamed the world as a bounty hunter. He had no last name as his skylian parents disowned him after they found out that he had no gift for magic. Due to this, Connor was a bit of a loner. He did jobs on his own and rarely interacted with the Magic Council since he saw them as an annoyance. One day, Connor was tracking a notorious criminal when all of a sudden the ground dropped beneath him. He landed in some sort of ancient tomb that housed one singular coffin. As he was inspecting the coffin for any sign of riches within, a voice spoke out from behind him.
“Lootin’ my grave are ya son?” an old voice asked
Connor swung around, unsheathing his old and worn blade
“Who the hell are you?” Connor asked, his nerve starting to waver as the cold dank walls of the tomb seemed to close in.
“hmmm…” the old man said, “now thats a good question… I suppose I’ve been dead so long that I’ve forgotten my name”
Now that his adrenaline spike had calmed, Connor got a proper look at the man. The old man seemed to be a pale white and slightly transparent.
“AH HA!” the old man exclaimed, “I remember now!” the man held out his ghostly hand. “My name is Rorik! Leader… well, former leader of the Crimson Circle. You can’t really lead a clan while you’re dead now can you?” The old man chuckled.
“What’s the Crimson Circle? I haven’t heard of a guild like that before…” Connor said, confused. He had heard of ghosts before, but they mainly just lead lost travelers out of the woods or sometimes lead a lucky explorer to treasure. None of the stories included the ghost talking.
Rorik’s face sunk “ah… well I suppose it has been over a thousand years. Can’t really expect a clan to survive that long… Say lad. would you like to hear a story?” Rorik asked, grinning.
“well I kind of had this thing going on-”
“EXELLENT!” Rorik exclaimed, “Now, a long time ago. Before this continent you call “Magius” came to be, there were seven seas. These seas were home to all sorts: pirates, clans, kingdoms, and governments. The Crimson Circle was a clan that I started with my close friend and advisor Mikhail. Mikhail was supposed to lead the clan after I died but I suppose he is long gone, no one can live forever lad! Even powerful curse users or ancient wizards die one way or another. Anyways, the Crimson Circle was a clan that helped people reach their true potential, whether that be a wizard, warrior, sailor, or cook. The Crimson Circle helped each other achieve their goals.” Roriks gaze was lost in memory, “Say lad… It’s a real shame that a clan as good as mine fell so early to time… Do you think you could do me a huge favour?”
“well… sure, why not.” Connor said hesitantly
“Wonderful!” Rorik’s expression brightened, “I need you to become the new leader of the Crimson Circle! Fight for your friends, Oppose tyranny in all forms, and party the night away after a job well done! There’s nothing like it I’m telling you. If you choose to accept my offer, then before I pass to the great beyond (since I’ve finally found a way for my legacy to live on) I’ll awaken some of your hidden potential! Most wouldn’t be able to tell, but dying does stuff to your perception of reality, and I can see amazing potential within you young man!”
Not one to turn down power, Connor hastily agreed.
“Good! Now hold still.”
Connor felt… strange. Like he had just now opened his eyes after being blind his whole life. Like he had finally sucked in a breath of air after not breathing for so long. Then the pain hit. It was unlike anything he had ever felt before. It felt like he was growing new blood vessels next to his old ones, it felt like every nerve was dipped in freezing water and boiling magma at the same time. It felt like the rage of a thousand storms consuming him. He felt electricity running up and down his body at a nearly imperceptible speed. Most of all, he felt energy slowly building up inside his head. The energy grew larger and larger, causing a migraine that steadily got more painful with every heartbeat.
Connor opened his eyes. He was back in the tomb. Connor looked around the room but saw no sign of the old man, but he did feel something. He felt an energy coming from a chest that hadn’t been in the room before. With caution, Connor opened the chest. Inside was a cloak and dark leather armour, both of which were branded with the image of a red flaming circle. Connor tried the new clothing on, it fit perfectly. Unlike his old shoddy leather rags that he had gotten off the first bandit he defeated. Under the clothes, inside the chest was a note.
Well son, it seems that my time here is up. I really need to thank you. You have allowed me to pass on from this mortal plane. I hope you like your new clothing, I made it specifically for you. It has an enchantment on it that should increase the power of that fancy lightning magic you seem to have awakened. Now, let me give you some advice: the only time that you are truly defeated is when you give up, be loyal to your friends and they will be loyal back, and most importantly; don’t be a dick!
-cheers, Rorik
Lightning magic? Connor thought to himself. As if on cue, a crackle of purple electricity ran across his hands.
“I can use magic?” Connor muttered, “well, here goes nothing.” Connor focused, using the techniques that his private tutours had taught him, he focused his inner energy into the form of a magic circle. Before, when he had tried this, nothing happened. But this time a purple magic circle with the emblem of lightning in the middle crackled to life in his hands. As he released the energy, a blast of lightning shot out and slammed into the wall with a BANG.
Connor started laughing. FINALLY he thought to himself, I’ve made a magic circle!
“Now…” he said to himself, “I have a criminal to catch.”
And so begins the tale of Connor, the Crimson Storm
We need more, that was absolutely AMAZING
Thanks, do you think I should post it in the writings topic?
Yes! You could probably make a series the clan, how it was founded, and how it’s doing right now in Magius, it would be very interesting
alright, i’ll post it in writing, and i’ll write another one as soon as i figure out the next plot point
Edit: I’ve posted it in general writing.
that one is so good omg
have you considered write a story with that idea before?
Me?
yes, you. Have you ever considered about it?
I’ve actually just posted it in general writing, its gonna be a series i think.
I’d love to read all of that : D
I’ll just go with what fits my character
Amane Cole, 20-ish
Got a scar on left eye due to his younger twin brother swinging his training sword without a care in the world. Family are mostly shadow users. Hobby is stargazing, sometimes with his twin or son. Loves his family so much, he’ll get whiny to his friend if he hasn’t seen them for an hour. His wife is a light user, she’s his precious
not really a headcanon, but more of an imaginary au where I pretend everything is happy and nice
king David silver, the minotaur, and the exiled as a trio going on their misadventures. with dacien and aurielle popping in occasionally.
Shin Auburn : 25. Magic: Magma. He was born in summer hold and at age 14 became a castlian knight (by the time he joined the exiled lost his status). he served king david silver but then retired due to being framed for robbery. he then focused on training his magic. he now can manipulate magma to the extent that he can stand his ground against the minotaur. he lives in a tent and trains his magic 5 hours a day.