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"No you're... you have to be, why would I give up myself... you're entirely wrong... right? The reason I can't use my mark is my own incompetence, surely that girl's mind cannot overpower myself that's absurd."

"Such foolish arrogance, if you won't be told the truth then you need to be shown."

Time seemed at a mere standstill as the man reached out a hand, glimpses of a life long past flashed through her eyes. A stone staircase, chains, a knife positioned above her throat, cultists chanting a name. Then the knife fell, piercing her throat, her eyes turned black but she did not die, the knife fell upon her over and over until she could no longer feel. Then she awoke, a large grey and black coat draped around her shoulders, the stone floor was black and cold and there were... no walls to speak of, just a dark void. She couldn't feel anything, it was just empty any touch was merely perceived, any sound was merely misinterpreted silence. She looked over the edge of the rock around her, it seemed bottomless, but that was at least better than nothingness. She jumped off, only to fall face-first on some stone that had responded to her movements, after the smack of her face against stone had resounded through the void she heard laughter, that of a small boy. Looking around wildly she spotted the boy, he had eyes the same as hers and a jacket several sizes too large for himself. She lacked the luster the boy had, several of the scars from the blade that pierced her wouldn't heal, they simply formed scar tissue, there were no fanciful things adorned on her, all she shared was the eyes and clothing. The boy picked her up, he had to be about the same age as herself no older than sixteen surely, he grasped her hands and dragged her along to what had assembled itself to be a room with a single game in the center of it, Chess, except the pieces seemed to have something more to them they would gradually lose their luster and be replaced on their own. Thousands of years ed in what seemed to be seconds, the Jackets grew to fit both of them perfectly and the game of chess was always changing, the boy turned man left now and then meddling with the affairs of the living world, that game she had no interest in. Her scars hadn't healed even over the course of thousands of years, and yet a black line had developed on her arms coming to a point at her fingertips and stopping just at the peak of her shoulder. She loomed over a smaller chessboard, at the moment there were no aggressors just the white and black pieces held at each of their lines, a new queen had been introduced to one of the sides... she had caught her eye for some reason. She took advantage of this queens wandering mind and pulled her into the void, she made a pact, after she had given birth to her third child the queen would die, but this void being would live in service to that child alongside them.

Amadeus's trance broke, she looked up at the black-eyed.... no the boy and sat still for quite a bit of time. She reached up to touch her neck, the scar from the knife was still present, as it always has been.

"How... could I have forgotten all of that, I... I want my life back, I need to make that Ashford see change."

"I look forward to watching this venture."

C O N T E N T S

i. General Information

ii. Physical Appearance

iii. Health

iv. Family Background

v. Pets

vi. Companions

vii. Personality

viii. Reactions

ix. Clothing

x. Favorites

xi. Background

xii. Statistics

xiii. Combat

xiv. Heart Quotes

xv. Theme Song

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G E N E R A L I N F O

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• G i v e n N a m e •

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Amadeus

Amuh-Dayuhs

Amadeus, means lover of God. It is a substitute for her true name, which has been lost to time itself.

• N i c k n a m e s •

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Ryder - A name she took up in Karnaca in spite of the one she is bound to for what could turn out to be an eternity. The same is originally the maiden name of Solvej Ashford's mother, Solvej Ryder.

• T i t l e •

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If at some point she had a title of status, it is all but forgotten, she is nothing more than a failed project by Cultists several thousand years ago

• O c c u p a t i o n •

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What would one put here for the Outsider himself? Void being? Overseeing God? Perhaps putting failure in front of those occupations would suit her best

• N a t i o n a l i t y •

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Nothing about her accent is particularly identifiable, similarly to that of her skin tone, it's almost as if she weren't meant to exist in the current era at all

• A g e •

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Going off the date she perished, she would be fifteen, but some four thousand years have transpired between then and now

• B i r t h D a t e •

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Not even she re her particular birth month, it's rather understandable seeing as she predates the modern calendar.

• B i r t h P l a c e •

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She was born somewhere that's for certain, but anything prior to her death is but a foggy memory, perhaps her birthplace no longer even exists.

• D o m i n a n t H a n d •

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She is ambidextrous but it appears as if it's learned, she favors her left hand when interacting with one object.

• B l o o d T y p e •

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She lost a blood type shortly after dying, if cut she would most likely bleed black.

• S e x •

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Female

• S e x u a l O r i e n t a t i o n •

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She's had no interest in any affairs such as sex since she died like she had lost all motivation for human desires.

• C i v i l S t a t u s •

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On a complete technicality on her death being flawed, she is single.

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P H Y S I C A L A P P E A R A N C E

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• H e i g h t •

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Although she can change it, she was initially much taller than the Outsider, as he is 5'6 or 167 cm, she was 5'9 or 175 cm. But when she was sacrificed they removed entire portions of her legs leaving her at 5'4 or 162 cm.

• W e i g h t •

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135 lbs or 61 Kg. There's nothing particular about her weight other than most of it is not fat tissue.

• E y e C o l o r •

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When not purposefully changing her appearance, her eyes are entirely black, like void corrupted rocks.

• H a i r •

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Her hair is much like Solvej's is long and black, however, she keeps it mostly together in a bun on the back of her head.

• S k i n C o l o r •

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She's paler than Solvej herself, those four thousand years in the void weren't particularly good for her complexion.

• B o d y S h a p e •

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Her body shape is rather rectangular, perhaps her similarities to Solvej are what makes them compatible.

• B i r t h m a r k s •

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Any birthmarks that did once exist on her skin have been carved off of her, leaving scars in their stead, desiring unblemished skin only lead to more blemishes.

• S c a r s •

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While a large portion of her body is covered in scars the most notable ones are the few on her neck and face. The few on the face are for when she was sacrificed, a large slit across the throat and several stabs into other parts of her neck. A large chunk of scar tissue behind the right ear. And perhaps the most concerning bit of scar tissue is where her hands have what appear to be stitch marks holding them onto her arm.

• T a t t o o s •

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Two major tattoos developed on her body after some time in the void, both of them on her arms, they run from the shoulder to the tip of the middle finger, they glow whenever she uses a void ability.

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H E A L T H

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• D i e t •

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She hasn't eaten in quite literally thousands of years

• F i t n e s s •

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Her fitness hasn't been something she's needed to maintain, she could always change her physical appearance in the waking world. However, in the void, she does appear rather thin like she hadn't gained any weight since she was fifteen.

• A b n o r m a l i t i e s •

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Where to begin with the abnormalities? Perhaps the black eyes, or stitched on limbs, the black lines are drawn down her arms? There's far too much strangeness to frankly start anywhere.

• H a n d i c a p s •

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Despite the state of her limbs, the void has healed those wounds the best it could, she doesn't have any need for say a cane or anything of the sort.

• Me d i c a t i o n •

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She didn't need anything for the first fifteen years of her life, or well at least she thinks so, she doesn't even partake in the regular elixir.

• A l l e r g i e s •

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If she did have anything she was allergic to, she no longer has such a weakness.

• D i s o r d e r s •

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If a doctor had an hour to diagnose her, she'd most likely be deemed insane, but soon after so would the doctor.

• I l l n e s s e s •

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To be frank she hasn't been sick in some four thousand years.

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F A M I L Y B A C K G R O U N D

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• F a m i l y •

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This infuriates her more than anything, she cannot who her family was, like a heavy mist clouds any memory she once had of them, a mist that has lingered for thousands of years.

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P E R S O N A L I T Y

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• P o s i t i v e T r a i t s •

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It's clear at some point she was a good person, she's nice without thinking about it, no magic or clouding of her judgment could change that. Stemming from that she's rather protective of those close to her, but perhaps that was a spell put on her by the cultists to give her a protective mind, like a mother caring for her children. Perhaps it's not a positive trait to whomever she's speaking to, but she scarcely will hold her tongue in a conversation, to the point she's even made Solvej say things she's not meant to.

• N e g a t i v e T r a i t s •

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Even with the basics of herself being nice, her hatred for humanity itself runs deeper than most of her emotions, she has held a grudge for thousands of years after all. Being a part of speaking without thinking, she often acts without thinking going off of impulse and gut feelings to produce the results she wants. She's incredibly stubborn, perhaps a trait she's taken from Solvej, but she'd scarcely let her ideals falter at any point.

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R E A C T I O N S

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• A n g r y •

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She grew to hate senseless death, death similar to hers. She is a rather violent person in these scenarios and is prone to act on that violence.

• A n x i o u s •

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Not anxiety for herself but for Solvej, she dreads the idea of someone not marked figuring out the Royal Chemist's secret. That all being said this emotion scarcely brings out any action within her

• D e p r e s s e d •

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The lack of being able to do anything, those thousands of years in the void that went by in what seemed like seconds are filled with her feeling lethargic and deeply saddened.

• E m b a r a s s e d •

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Similarly to how she lost any sexual drive after dying, she's also lost the ability to become embarrassed, it doesn't matter what the action she'd take it in stride. This is most likely an incredibly dangerous development for Solvej's career.

• E x c i t e d •

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Figuring out something complicated or solving a mystery of sorts, frankly things she is unable to do even after seeing through Solvej's mind. She gets uppity for Solvej whenever she's excited, granted this never happened with Ryder so it's strange for it to have developed into this.

• F r i g h t e n e d •

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The feeling of absolute powerlessness, a void being significantly stronger than herself, like The Outsider. Her mind would race to try to find a conclusion, but it's hard to say if she'd ever find such a solution it could very well be the death of her.

• H a p p y •

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She's a rather easy person to please, small things make the most difference. Frankly, she wouldn't know what to do with herself if someone was explicitly kind to her, perhaps someone could make her blush for the first time in four thousand years.

• N e r v o u s •

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Perhaps someone only a few magnitudes stronger than herself, like an extremely skilled marked individual or someone that could reasonably threaten Solvej.

• O f f e n d e d •

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While Solvej has a difficult time getting offended and angry, Amadeus makes up for it in strides, she gets angry for others quite easily and can end up being quite harsh with her words.

• I n l o v e •

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She's lost any real drive for love, some "Lover of God" she is, she tried at first to feel attached in some way to the Outsider but couldn't bring herself to do it.

• J e a l o u s •

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The only person she has any jealousy towards is Solvej, she envies her life and being able to live it. Perhaps that is why it was so easy for her to become Ryder, she wanted to be like Solvej.

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C L O T H I N G

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• C a s u a l •

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Her normal attire isn't all that different from the Outsiders, she shares the same black jacket and similar enough boots and pants. The unique part of it is the shoulder cape covering down to just below the pectorals.

• F o r m a l •

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She frankly doesn't have anything of the sort, she disguises herself as Solvej if she needs to wear something formal.

• S l e e p w e a r •

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She hasn't needed sleepwear for quite some time, and thusly she has none.

• B a t t l e g e a r •

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Her casual attire but the shoulder cape has been removed, black rocks have seemingly grown over parts of the jacket, specifically along the shoulders, elbows, and the cuffs of the jacket.

• S e a s o n a l A t t i r e •

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It's not as if she cannot feel the seasons change but she sees no need to meet the attire requirements for them, if it truly became uncomfortable she'd mimic Solvej's attire.

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F A V O R I T E S

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• N u m b e r •

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"There are always two, that much is certain."

• C o l o r •

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"I really don't know, perhaps.... a white color? That doesn't appear very commonly in the void."

• S y m b o l •

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"The mark of the Outsider itself is rather... pretty, I hate what it's associated with, however."

• S e a s o n •

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"Summer, I've had enough of the cold."

• F o o d •

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"It's not that I can't taste like Miss Ashford, I just don't eat."

• B e v e r a g e •

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"If I don't need to eat why would I need to drink?"

• S p o r t s •

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"I... don't know, I've got no answer to such a question."

• H o b b i e s •

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"I've gotten quite good at chess, that's about all I can actively name, I don't feel much drive towards worldly activities."

• S o n g •

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"That song the inventor Jindosh put in the box, it drove a small child insane, I'd like to make him listen to it for eternity."

• F l o w e r •

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"It was quite a dumb notion, but when we were young, he made some void rock assemble into the shape of a flower.... frankly I don't know if he ed what flowers looked like."

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B A C K G R O U N D

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• C h i l d h o o d•

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Like someone had taken a heavy glaze and painted over her memories, not even the Outsider could reach deep into her mind and uncloud her thoughts. There's not even the slightest memory of a mother a father, or any siblings, it's just blank.

• T e e n s •

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This is where her memories truly begin, no potion or void trick could ever hide this amount of hatred from her. She could barely lift her head, she was being dragged down a step of stone stairs, each step bumping against her knees. The smell of iron... no of blood wafted freely throughout the entire area, they reached the bottom of the stairs and she finally got a glimpse of where she was, a stone table with blood running out the cracks carved into it. She attempted to struggle out but the two men holding her easily overpowered her, she bit at their hands but they wouldn't let go so easily. They lifted her onto the table and chained her to it, all while she kicked and screamed to the best of her ability, she had seen what happened to the last boy they put on this table and wanted nothing to do with it. The cultists began without delay, painted her eyes and nails black, then they began to cut at her limbs removing portions of bone and sewing them back together with whatever black magic they used. They held the knife above her neck and plunged it deeply, cutting across her throat, she choked on her blood as she tried to scream. Then... there was nothing and yet there was also everything, she had entered the void. Gazing over the edges of the platform she stood on it seemed so endless, she hoped it wasn't as she jumped out trying to fall into the void, only to be caught by a platform and fall face first. She slowly pushed herself back up to be met with stifled laughter from someone next to her. She wiped at her nose only for a black ink-like substance to smear across it, she panicked and looked around only to be met by the one laughing at her. She met his gaze, black eyes, blackened jacket, that face of the boy she saw, there was no mistaking it this was the Outsider. A sudden headache overcame her like she was meant to do something but wasn't, she clutched at the sides of her head, she didn't want to what had happened to her, what she was /Meant/ to do. The boy reached out a hand, she grabbed it without hesitation and the headache stopped, she rose on her own two feet only slightly assisted by the boy. She felt oddly light, it was strange that the boy was smirking at her like he was holding back from laughing. He let go of her hand and she suddenly accelerated upwards and hit against some more of the voids rocks, she noticed something this time... hitting against these rocks didn't hurt, she felt the impact but none of the pain, she couldn't help but laugh. She suddenly understood why the boy found it so amusing, there was truly nothing in the void... no pain, no feeling, there was nothing, or at least that was what it seemed like. After several more failed attempts at flight, she finally figured it out and was successfully floating next to the boy, only to shortly realize how much farther ahead the boy was as he had seemingly teleported. She thought to herself, 'take me next to' him and she appeared right beside him, how humorous she thought, was this the reward for the cult putting them through that endless suffering? Then perhaps it could be worth it. The boy grabbed her hand again as they suddenly teleported to a room, with a chessboard in it, they both watched it closely, the queen piece had begun to rot and slowly fell away only to be rapidly replaced. A living chess set, how oddly humorous.

• Y o u n g A d u l t •

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What felt like seconds ended up being thousands upon thousands of years, two thousand years had ed in what seemed like only two. She sat and watched over the chessboard, it wasn't meant to be played with, it was like a fishbowl but with queens and kings, pawns and knights died within seconds, the best rooks and bishop's lives for at most a minute and some kings and queens could end up living for three minutes, it was incredibly amusing to watch human affairs from such a disted perspective. The boy... no the Outsider didn't see it this way, he only came to watch the board during rare circumstances, a queen or king living for longer than three minutes or a queen or king standing on their own. As the very world itself grew larger more chess pieces and boards appeared, they scattered themselves around the room, on some rare occurrences both the white and black pieces would form into one group to face off against another boards group, these rare occurrences were so incredibly interesting. Yet the most interesting one had just appeared, the board itself had a name engraved onto it, "Ashford" there were no opponents just the white pieces, the king stood lonely for about half a minute before a queen ed his side. She felt so compelled by the notion that she grabbed the queen from the board, it was titled, "Solvej Ryder". Unbeknownst to Amadeus, this was one hell of a way to pull someone into the void, suddenly the queen piece entered the room, an absolute giant of a woman, she towered over Amadeus by at least a foot or so. Amadeus floated up out of her chair, she realized she had the opportunity to do what the Outsider had been doing, marking strange individuals in some way, yet she didn't know how... the only thing she could think of was to make a deal. Despite her physique, Solvej Ryder was rather easily tempted by the void, especially in the name of her children. Thus the deal was constructed, on the birth of Solvej Ryder's third child, Amadeus would kill her, in exchange that third child would become one with Amadeus. Amadeus returned Ryder by placing the chess piece back onto its board. Some seconds ed in the void, in reality, a matter of years had ed and the child Solvej Ashford was born, she waited a few days to be sure of the child's health then summoned Solvej Ryder back to the void and summoned a dagger made of void rock, placing it into Ryder's hands, the woman took her own life. Then the deal was sealed and permitted on but a few words, "I am thou, thou art I." Then she was bound to the child, remaining in the void for but a few moments as the child grew up, Amadeus would appear to the child but only briefly, in mirrors or reflections. It took some twenty-odd years, but Solvej Ashford did eventually receive the mark of the Outsider, and thusly the ability to change her perception of the void, even unconsciously. Amadeus being a part of that void was hence changed to be only a small part of Solvej Ashford's consciousness.

• C u r r e n t •

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Amadeus has had her perception of self changed by Solvej Ashford and exists as 'Ryder', unfortunately for Miss Ashford that is all certain to rapidly change.

• F u t u r e •

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There is no certainty in the void, Amadeus as herself will return to it however, that much is written in stone.

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S T A T I S T I C S

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-Out of ten-

• S t r e n g t h •

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★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆

• S p e e d •

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★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆ ☆

• A g i l i t y •

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★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆

• S t a m i n a •

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★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆

• I n t e l l i g e n c e •

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★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆

• C h a r i s m a •

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★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆

• S t e a l t h •

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★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆

• S e r i o u s n e s s •

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★ ★ ★ ★ ★★ ★ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆

• L o w C h a o s •

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★ ★ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆

• H i g h C h a o s •

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★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆

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C O M B A T

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• W e a p o n s •

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In all technicality, she carries no sort of weapons, not physical ones at least.

• R a n g e •

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She can successfully cover all ranges due to the abilities permitted by the void.

• S t r e n g t h s •

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Her reserve of mana is unnaturally high in the real world, and in the void, it is essentially limitless, a fight in the void against Amadeus could hardly be called fair. Other than her voidly abilities she is rather agile and quick, not relying on brute strength in combat but skill alone.

• W e a k n e s s e s •

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The scars that litter her body are weak points, once upon entering the void they are likely the best way to kill her. She is also quite weak in a direct sword clash, she can be overpowered rather easily but that doesn't necessarily mean her death.

• S p e c i a l A b i l i t i e s •

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Amadeus has been marked by the void itself, not the Outsider, and thusly draws directly from it, similarly to how Delilah forcefully entered the void. Outside of the void, she can choose to appear however she wishes, typically she goes as

• C o m b a t S t y l e •

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She fights with weapons she summons through mana, weapons of all sorts, daggers, spears, swords, there is truly no end to what she could summon. She quickly moves around using her abilities to gain an advantage and kill her opponent.

• S p e c i a l I t e m s •

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One couldn't call anything she has particularly special, she doesn't have much of a need to carry mana elixirs as hers recharges rather quickly.

• P o w e r s •

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Amadeus is marked by the void, although she initially shunned it as 'Ryder' she uses it fully now

Transversal Ubique, If Amadeus can think of the location she can teleport to it, it does have a range limit due to extreme distances costing extreme amounts of mana. If she was in an area where the veil between the real world and the void was extremely thin she could most likely teleport between the two willingly.

Void Current Magisterium, The fully realized version of Solvej Ashfords ability to project lightning from her body, this ability allows Amadeus to project lightning at no risk of harming herself in the process, hers specifically appears as black-lighting.

Amadeus's Box, A skill specific to Amadeus's void mark, allows her to summon weapons made of void materials that she has seen, it doesn't necessarily have to be a weapon however, she could summon a giant void rock to crush her opponent. The mana required for this skill varies too much to give an exact number.

Painted View, Amadeus's eyes are as black as the Outsider's she is constantly able to look into the void and what might as well be no cost to her mana store.

Thou Art I, she and Solvej Ashford can simultaneously switch places during a fight, whether it be switching opponents or simply a means of running away.

Devour, a black-like tendril emerges from her hand and intends to eat everything in front of it, the skill largely only works on the dead or the unconscious.

Separera Picaro, meaning to 'split', Amadeus can voluntarily make herself weaker and duplicate a version of herself, it works similarly to doppelgänger but due to the way it works Amadeus could split herself an infinite number of times. This skill scales off of mana usage, the more clones made the more it will cost.

Neverending void sight, After an encounter with a void being in Karnaca, Amadeus gained arguably her most dangerous power, the ability to show someone else the void. It could easily drive the most stout of men mad, this ability either will never be used or is an absolute last resort as it directly cuts a rift in the void to bring it forth into the real world if only for a moment.

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"This feeling.... she hasn't been human for so long, I can't see anything within her... it's either sealed away or so well hidden you'd never find it."

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"Only one thought resounds in her head, 'Who am I?' It's strange that this is what she would allow myself to see."

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