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Mod
Age: 21
Appearance:
Weight: 160
Height: 6’3”
Eyes: One eye is gray-blue, one is bright green.
Hair: Ginger
Skin: Pale
Personality: Ferrin is a really pleasant guy. He helps you when he can, puts everything on the line for you, and is probably the coolest person you could meet, really outgoing. If you do him a good turn, he’ll do that and a hundred times more for you. Unfortunately, he always has ulterior motives, which no one knows about and which he barely thinks about.
Family: None. He’s a magical construct.
History: He was created in a lab, the perfect spy for any organization. The perfect spy for ERA, who had genetically manipulated his DNA, weaving it with magic, every cell. If one were to look at him with magical eyes, he would appear to be completely covered in magic dust, oozing with power. Only he doesn’t shoot magic out in attacks. His magic is more survival based. Upon his creation, one of his eyes was placed in an ERA operative’s socket. One of his ears was used in such a manner as well, grafted into said person’s skin. The operative’s eye and ear were replaced on Ferrin. There’s no real difference, but for the slight shade of skin color on his left ear, and his tomcat-mismatched eyes. Upon the completion of his training, he was sent to integrate into Fairy Tail, the most powerful guild, in order to cut down on some of the influence the place holds in current day affairs. Only, Ferrin finds his loyalty wavering, slightly.
Magic: Ferrin is a Displacer
Magic Classification: Bisection
Type: (view spoiler)
Weapons : A single sword.
Magic Mark: On his collarbone, right below his throat. Blood red.
Team: N/A
Partner/Team Name: N/A
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Crush: N/A
Weakness: He isn’t immune to crushing. He can lose parts of his body if he grafts them too carelessly, like on a cat to watch someone.
Years in Guild: New.
Other: He doesn’t stand out. His genes were taken from Gildarts's DNA in an attempt to create a powerful mage obedient to ERA. However, their attempt created a mutation of the crash magic they wanted to replicate. Instead of destroying things, separating things, the magic turned inwards, allowing Ferrin to separate his body into multiple parts. However seemingly unpowerful, this makes him not the perfect offensive weapon, but the perfect defensive shield. He is extremely durable, so he'll take the punches to protect his friends, and land a few good hits in, as he's no wimp, either. His magical fighting style revolves around thought and cleverness. Without it, he's easily beaten. NO ONE IS GOING TO LEARN HIS SECRET OR SUSPECT HIM WITHIN THE FIRST FIVE MINUTES OF KNOWING HIM. Keep it real.
Mod
Name: Cassie Niakka
Age: 13 (HAS BEEN IN HIBERNATION FOR A LONG TIME)
Appearance:
Weight: 75 lbs
Height: 5’0”
Eyes: Lime Green
Hair: Bright, shaggy red, shoulder length
Skin: Pearly pink, like baby skin
Personality: Cassie is sarcastic and dry, almost bratty. However, she is gifted also with innate genius, and hard outside only because she doesn’t want the cuddling she so desperately needs.
Family: Tonk, all others dead.
History: Cassie was born a few hundred/thousand years ago. Her mom and dad were awesome people and they worked a tiny shop in a small impoverished town, building shoes of all things. Cassie had trained at a young age to sell shoes and try to save up for an apprenticeship in the single most advanced subjects; the newest discovery of a completely different race. Nasods. She’d gotten hold of several basic designs and fused her own ideas to them, trying to get some concept of the inner workings in hopes of eventually becoming an asset capable of understanding them. A doctor to them, in short.
Unfortunately for Cassie, at about this time, the Nasods began creating themselves at advanced rates and advancing far beyond the intelligence of humans at the time. People turned from amazed wonder to intolerant and unprecedented terror at the prospective threat the Nasods proved. Her parents insisted that she give up her dream and tried to burn her notes, but she saved the most crucial of her papers.
The war led the soldiers and the Nasods closer and closer to Cassie’s town, and everyone slowly began to evacuate. Her family insisted on leaving as well, carrying what goods they could on their backs. However, their information had been incorrect, and the armies had circled around. The immigrants were caught directly in the line of fire, and neither side withheld the deadly barrage to allow the travelers to get clear. In short, Cassie found herself protected by the corpses of her parents, and only survived because her life signs weren’t read from under the corpses.
When Cassie thought that everyone was gone, when all the sounds had faded, she squirmed out from under the bodies. Only to find her nose face to face with a glowing Nasod lens. The creature had his major control board fried through by a magical blast and couldn’t move. However, Cassie didn’t know what else to do, had nowhere else to go, and… Well, this creature seemed as abandoned by his companions as her own family had abandoned her in their deaths. She rummaged about the helpless Nasod and searched the deactivated ones for the parts, carefully prying apart the large creature’s limbs as it droned in protest, weaving circuits together with bits of wire as she studied her sketches. It was a miracle she didn’t destroy it in her efforts, but she managed to piece the mechanisms back together. The instant she’d replaced the Nasod’s outer shell, using a Nasod laser, it attacked, gripping her by the neck, its lens narrow and confused.
After a tense moment, it lowered her onto a broad, hard shoulder , letting her perch there, and pinched her legs against her chest. Dubbing it ‘Tonks’ because of the loud clanking sound it made, she insulted it multiple times and pled for some help, from anyone. Tonks pretty much ignored her, until he reached the rest of the Nasods. Some unspoken conversation passed between the machines, apparently about her being a ‘friend’ and ‘on their side’. An almost humanoid Nasod –Legion’s Partner- made it known that she was now going to assist them in repairs, as Tonks had been left as irreparable. As it was altogether simpler, he wasn’t registered back into his post, but given an objective of protecting and guarding Cassie, which included keeping her there and feeding her.
In time, he grew to be like a big brother, and she achieved much of what she’d formerly desired. Each Nasod, she was given parts to build and replicate and find out how each worked and what repair would serve as a temporary or permanent repair best. Tonks was adapted to provide a perfect shield around her in a pinch, without her knowing, because her particular genius was invaluable.
Later, in a great battle, each and every Nasod was destroyed. Following his objective, Tonks appeared absolutely and completely deactivate, his body forming a protective shield around her, which filled with a numbing liquid and sedated her, keeping her exactly as she was until some exterior influence discharged the lock.
Fairy Tail mages discovered the great battlefield and Legion, who hadn’t been included in the knowledge of his counterpart’s private creator. Cassandra broke free and wheezed into a foreign environment as Tonks rustily re-activated, only to have his mainframe crumple, practically destroyed by rusting panels and the liquid making its way to his center. Reactivating? That sent an electric current through his body that completely wrecked everything to do with him. His personality. Everything. She was destroyed again, from the inside out.
Cassie, alone again, accessed a camera from a Nasod lens, and saw exactly who had come, and the strange tattoos on their arms. Intent on getting more information, she emerged from a wine cellar, much to the absolute shock of the owner of the estate, when he found a little teenager banging at the locked door of his cellar. She asked about the tattoo, which she’d drawn, which led her to Fairy Tail.
Magic: Nasod Lacrima Implants
Magic Classification: Caster & User
Type: (view spoiler)
Weapons : Nasod Lasers/Guns
Magic Mark: Fairy Tail, inked onto her ribcage, the middle of her chest. Golden-Yellow
Team: None, yet.
Partner/Team Name: Not on a team, but she hangs around Add to constantly pester him with ideas.
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Crush: None.
Weakness: Targeting her lacrima, one of which is visible on the back of her neck.
Years in Guild: Just coming.
Other: She improvises with Nasod tech, providing unorthodox and patchwork cures for hopeless cases of Nasod deactivation.
Mod
Age: 18
Appearance:
Weight: 120
Height: 5’7”
Eyes: Lime Green
Hair: Bright, shaggy red
Skin: Alabaster
Personality: Wren is traumatized by her past, and seems rather cut off from it, instead trying to weave a new future, without her past sticking scissors in the middle of the weave and ripping it apart. Guess how well that works.
With consistent ties to her wardens, the people who’d taken care of her, and hints at a dark past, with a little bit of delving, almost anyone could find her criminal record and the crimes she’s committed, which would completely mortify her. She’s trying for a new life, when she can forget the past and pretend that nothing happened, and live in the present, looking to the future. Outwardly, Wren is polite and considerate, but shoves away anyone who gets close, pushing away personal questions and creating excuses to get out of a room. She tries to play the tsundre, a rough on the outside personality, but instead finds herself drawn to more girlish desires, like weaving daisy chains or having heated debates with children. Not being able to stomach hard alcohol doesn’t help in her desire to be a complete tsundre, and she’s a bit too soft and vulnerable for that role, anyway.
Family: She doesn’t talk about them, but it’s assumed that something bad happened to them all.
History: Wren was a normal girl, but unfortunately, her magical container couldn’t contain the magic that it created, which it creates far too quickly. On turning ten, Wren’s birthday was pretty much wrecked when her magical power exploded outward from excitement, killing her family and leaving her unconscious in a pile of rubble. When she woke, she didn’t know what she’d done, but… The people started chasing her like she was the subject of a witch-hunt, or a fox chase. Fleeing, Wren was fast, but easily tracked, and fell exhausted in the mud at the side of a lake, scrabbling for more hold in the earth, trying to get back up. A leaking pit of magical power untapped, something gleaming in the shallows of the lake seemed to be pushed up at her, from a near-transparent hand. True to form in fiction, Excalibur seemed to heal her injuries –or at least numb the pain- the instant she held it in her hands, gaping at the lake to try to see who had given this magnificent weapon to her, but… nothing was there. And her magical force clung to the sword, tying it to her, and her to it. It can almost be said, Excalibur is a shard of her own soul.
However, as the people began catching up, the tired little kid lifted her weapon and warded them back, with a shield that the sword almost emanated itself, blasting force out at them, pressing them back. Still, they pressed forwards, driven by some horrible frenzy. So… She attacked, wounding all, but killing none, fueled by insane strength and speed, some horrible, fearful guidance of accuracy. Her movements were clumsy and ragged, but still. She totally owned those villagers, who cursed her out as she escaped, running back home to try to get her parent’s help. At this point, the 10 year old had exploded, been hunted down, and barely escaped with her life, all on her birthday. She expected a hug or so from her parents, and them to make things all better.
She came home to their corpses. It sucked. The magical council judged that it had been an accidental magical death, but that she’d also stabbed the crud out of everyone in the village, so, she had to go through three years of prison. So, by the time she was 13, she had a criminal rep, was an orphan, and was probably never going to be adopted by anyone in their right minds. In that knowledge, and under the custody of the magic council, she trained with their magical forces, learning to control and wield her ability. Her magical container is far larger, but she still needs to use her magic on a daily basis, otherwise, it risks explosion again, because it wells up too quickly and knows no restraint.
She, on age 18, bid farewell to the people who took care of her for those years, and decided to join a magical guilds, while maintaining contact with them, in order to ensure that she’s been undergoing the proper procedures to keep everyone around her safe. If she goes comatose… That would suck, unless she could constantly tap her power into another receptacle, like another person.
Magic: Excalibur Magic
Magic Classification: Caster/User
Type: (view spoiler)
Weapons : Excalibur, see above.
Magic Mark: Red, tiny, on the earlobe of her right ear.
Team: None yet.
Partner/Team Name: None yet
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Crush: Weiss –he is everything she’s looked for in a guy. Unfortunately, he doesn’t seem to reciprocate her feelings.
Weakness: She has too much magical regeneration, which grows beyond her magical container. Also, she hates spiders. As in, HATES them. And snakes. Those are the worst.
Years in Guild: New
Other: She’s excited to be on her way.
Themes:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9Un-0...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yQoXt...
Mod
Name: Ruby Rose
Age: 17
Appearance:
Weight 100
Height 5’4”
Eyes Pale gray
Hair Dried blood red (black/red)
Skin Ivory
Personality: Ruby is a bit of a loose wire. She’ll be really happy at you, and really annoying, too. She’ll state her opinion, oblivious to the fact that she’s trodding all over you, with a grin on her face and hand gestures to illustrate. That doesn’t mean she doesn’t try. She tries to make friends and become a reliable part of their lives. Only… she’d not very good at it.
History: Ruby spent pretty much all her life training to get into a high class magical military school. However, when it was sabotaged and tragically destroyed, she had to find another way to make money to support herself through her education. So, off she went to the guilds. Fairy Tail was so high class, it had every job imaginable. Most times, you’ll see her studying at a table, trying to save her expensive textbooks from battles between rowdy mages or beer being flung back and forth. However, despite her simple past and her strange personality, she’s a very powerful mage. If you get on her wrong side, however hard it is to do… Yeesh.
Magic: Gun-Scythe
Magic Classification: Holder
Type: Gun-Scythe
Weapons: Gun-Scythe
Magic Mark: Forearm, just above her wrist, blood red
Team: N/A
Partner/Team Name: N/A
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Crush: Anyone with a cute body. Only, it has to be her definition of cute.
Weakness: She tends to be ditsy and bad at decisions.
Years in Gulid: Newbie
Theme Song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NqQAu...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RQXe2...
There’s a point where it tips,
There’s a point where it breaks,
There’s a point where it bends,
And a point we just can’t take
Anymore…
There’s a line to be crossed
And there’s no return.
There’s a time and a place;
No bridges left to burn
Anymore!
And by the way:
Mod
Age: 19
Appearance:
Weight: 110
Height: 5’4”
Eyes: lime-pastel green
Hair: Orange-red, really long, normally combed back in a ponytail, with pixie locks on her cheeks and a curl on her forehead.
Skin: Pretty pale, a little color from sun exposure, though.
Build: Equally proportionate
Personality: She’s mischievous and sly and a thief. She’s also very used to getting her way, and a bit spoiled. However, she’s nice and sociable and nice when it comes to meeting people, and strangers make deeper impressions on her than people she’s known for a long time, as strange as it seems. She might change or try to act more decent for somebody she wants to impress, but she’s not going to try to do the same thing for someone she already knows and trusts, unless they really emphasize it. Why change for an old friend she knows she can keep? She’s kind of ticked at her family for not standing up for her or listening to her side of things about the whole stealing thing, instead having her psycho-analyzed and treating her like a defective lamp, just to be put in the shop.
Family: A pack of siblings and her parents. She doesn’t much care for them.
History: She had a pretty nice childhood, good parents, good siblings, good schooling, the lot. Of course, she did steal a lot. And then erase the memories of those she stole from and claim she bought it all when she got home. Really, she learned she could get away with anything from an early age by just changing some memories here and there and taking what she wanted. Even now, she still feels an annoying amount of entitlement, but not as much as before, because… Well, ERA had some recording technology on one of her frequent hits and caught her nabbing merchandise. A lot of merchandise. And nobody cared. So, she got sent to a rehabilitation clinic for kleptomania. It didn’t traumatize her, nor did it cure her, but she learned to keep her hands to herself and to be watchful. Also, she knows a bit of restraint for the people she likes, not stealing from them. Those who get on her nerves, though, all bets are off. Her parents supported everything suggested by the experts to cure her anti-social disease, and it was recommended that she join a guild to learn to use her magic in a productive way. Her family scouted out guilds and settled on Fairy Tail, so after an interview with Makarov, she was initiated. Also, she started going more rebel, wearing more revealing clothes as a statement, as if to say if anyone needs her to change, she’ll do it on her own terms.
Magic: Memory Alteration
Magic Classification: Caster
Type: (view spoiler)
Weapons: She’s got a sword, but it’s not magical or anything. She just uses it in a pinch, and has a basic knowledge of fighting, nothing grand.
Magic Mark: Green, on the left upper hip, visible on her side.
Team: Team SOLO!
Partner/Team Name: She’s solo.
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Crush: Nobody yet.
Weakness: She’s a kleptomaniac, so all things shiny and valuable-looking. Also, those with a strong mind can realize what's going on and stop it, but only while it's happening. She also has really weird feelings about everything, so making friends might be difficult (because she's kind of evil.)
Years in Gulid: Newbie
Mod
Nickname: Ari or Isil, meaning, 'star'
Age: 18
Date of Birth: December 17th
Place of Birth: Somewhere in Fiore. Honestly, she doesn't know or care.
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
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Appearance:
Special Features: A birthmark on the back of her neck:
(view spoiler)
Faceclaim: Lydia –By Lydia-Fullbuster on DeviantArt
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Personality: She’s a fiery, silent sort, who takes difficult quests and doesn’t really open up much to anyone. You’ll likely see her wrapped in a cloak over in the corner with a mug of beer, running over some base walkover of a job. Eventually, she plans to become an ‘S’ class wizard, but she knows that’s quite a ways away. Once, she’d been nominated for it, but the night before had gotten a horrible case of nerves and been sick late into the next day, missing the trip. Itzari would like to be selected again, though, since it sounds… fun. And that word could easily be switched out with ‘challenging’. Itzari will tell you the truth, even if you’re the guildmaster or Gildarts or Erza. Which means, much of the time, she might be pinned in a fight she can’t win. Under her shell, though, some people may be able to discover that she has feelings and common decency. Many are surprised, and most don’t believe them when they reveal their findings. Itzari secretly gets sick with too much stress, hides a disability, fears trusting anyone with anything, and suffers with not knowing anything about the first seven years of her life. She’d really love to open up to someone… she just keeps herself from ever actually doing so.
History: Truthfully, Itzari doesn’t really know. She remembers waking up alone in a house at about the age of seven, then remembering something about being there for a long time. She assumes that she’s always lived alone. When she discovered her magic mere days later, well, all right, she considered it incredibly fun, ignoring her gut reaction of… revulsion? She trained a lot and picked up on speed and power very quickly, but soon learned the agony of over-exerting herself. She’s pretty good at keeping it nice and non-painful now. She still hasn't realized she's got a birthmark on the back of her neck, because contrary to popular belief, she doesn't have eyes on the back of her head. This mark was placed there as a seal on her magical ability, and would require some sort of burning to remove. It would take a load of magical ability to remove the seal and discover just what part of her magic was concealed.
What Itzari doesn’t know is that she’s a direct descendant of Zeref, and that through purposeful breeding throughout the centuries, she was created as an incredibly powerful mage, one able to change the form of their magic whenever they liked, no matter what type of magic presented itself. The fateful night that resulted in her current condition is recounted below:
Itzari eavesdropped on her parents and a large group of their dark wizard friends at a dinner party. They were talking of absolutely horrifying things, like sacrifices and Zeref's return and Acnologia. Itzari went to the collection of books up on the stairs frantically and read through everything they had about Zeref and Acnologia with her mother's wind reader glasses. Horrified to the point of nightmares, she went downstairs to hear them planning a human sacrifice for some dark means or another. They were discussing a child sacrifice. More specifically, her own. She felt panicked and very helplessly accessed Zeref's death magic, killing every living soul in the house but herself. Horrified, she decided to fabricate her own past, burning all the magic books and dumping the bodies into the river out behind their country shack, cleaning and scraping all the blood til the floor seemed polished and buffed. She then sealed her own magic with a spell, leaving it locked on 'light magic', which she had used last to hide the bodies as they floated downstream. At which point, she took a one-use rechargeable item used by for memory wipings and took her own memory, of magic and everything, leaving her still a powerful mage. But if she used all her magic ability, the seal would drain out her life force to fill the void, killing her. And she no longer has the ability to change her magic from light. She has no memories of her family or her former magic. There's a lethal limit to her power, though, so she can't expand her magic container, as it's locked.
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Type of magic: Caster
Magic: Heavenly Body
(view spoiler)
Weapons: Her hands, but if they fail her, her trusty katana, which she only unsheathes for worthy fights.
(view spoiler)
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Guild mark location and color: Her guild mark is on her shoulder/torso, the left side of her collarbone. Red, but it glows brightly when she uses her magic.
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Team Members: (None, at the moment)
Team name: (None, at the moment)
Guild Rank: Normal
Years in Guild: Over a year
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Family: None, at least, none she knows of. She doesn’t really care, either. She doesn’t dwell on the past and can’t remember much further back from when she first got her magic, at age 7.
Zeref is her great great great great great great grandfather, and many of his generals and other powerful dark wizards are her predecessors.
Crush: None, at least, not yet. From what she’s experienced, boys annoy her.
Relationship Status: Single
Pets: None
Other: SUFFERS FROM MAGICAL DEFICIENCY DISORDER
Whenever she burns up all her magic, she has to quickly recover or she'll be in a near death situation because Itzari put the seal on her own magic, wiping her memory of the action.
Mod
Age: 19
Appearance:
~Height: 5’2
~Weight: 90 lbs
~Eye color: pale green to dark green
~Hair color/style: Long, gold-blond locks that are braided various ways, artily, and prettily.
Personality: She is very much like a porcelain doll in itself. She doesn’t talk to her guildmates. She doesn’t laugh or joke. It’s actually very important that she doesn’t. In order to empower her soul magic, she must suppress her own self, her emotions, feelings, everything. She would be tempted to feel bored, if she didn’t just suppress that feeling. Mainly, she sits in a pile of cushions with loads of various flowers, because she likes flowers far too much to suppress that part of her. It’s a personal flaw she allows. She suspects that if she let herself exist, she’d be pleasant and happy, but she doesn’t much think into that, however much she likes it. She’s too scared that she’d be sent from the guild if she lost her ability over souls.
That was in the past. When the dark guild she'd played pet to was taken down by the ministry of magic, she decided to join a more lenient guild, and found that Fairy Tail was perfect for actually learning to help herself through learning about her unique individuality. She still is constantly carrying around flowers, and has a cushion under one arm because the benches are too hard for her petunia backside.
History: Her father died while she was in the womb, fulfilling the agenda of the Titan guild. Her mother died in childbirth. Most the guild wanted to just leave the baby in the alley and be done with her, but the guildmaster remembered something he’d once read, about a magic that needed to be perfected from birth. Alicia wasn’t trained by a ‘god’, instead, she was magically infused with several lacrima positioned in key places on her back. From youth, she was trained that she had no individuality. That she was merely a weapon, or a pet, of the Titan guild. Not to say that she isn’t respected. She’s accepted as a valid member, and holds conversations, as well as participates in activities. However, all of this is done in a cut off, almost robotic way. She’s been told the power of her magic is conditional with how she represses herself, but, in actuality, that’s a lie so she’ll be a better tool to the guild, unclouded by emotion. She is now knowledgeable of this fact and trying to explore her own personality and write her own future.
Magic type: Soul god slayer
~Magic Soul god slayer magic comes with a difficult price to pay. Although Alia can use it to twist souls, repair souls, destroy them… Well, it comes at the price of suppressing her own soul. Not to be confused with killing, however, with this magic, she can change a person so much that they become absolutely different from what they used to be, and their motives against her change. However, she doesn’t often get much chance to wreak havoc among souls. And if she did get a chance, it’d be much like a child playing with dozens of dolls. As a plus, she can nullify doll magic. However, for the purposes of not being overly OP, her soul changes only last about a day, which is enough for her guildmates to accomplish their purposes.
Magic mark color and location: Pink, ankle
Team: N.A.
Team Name: N.A.
Former Guild: Titans
Years in guild: Life
Guild: Fairy Tail
Years in guild: Just joined
She’s S-Class. In her exams, she made the others absolutely apathetic to the trials, taking an uncontested lead and finishing in first. Now that she's in Fairy Tail, she's a normal member, and not nearly as powerful as their S-Class.
Mod
Nickname: Kia
Age: 5
Date of Birth: January 1st
Place of Birth: She’s not sure. She’d have to ask someone else, and she’s not sure who to ask.
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
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Appearance:
Special Features: Her abnormally large eyes.
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Personality: She’s sweet and cuddly and very shy, until you get to know her, then you might as well get used to the random hugs.
History: Her town was destroyed by one of Zeref’s demons. She only survived because she, being the youngest in the family, had to sleep in the drafty basement. When she dug herself out, she ran into Fairy Tail rescuers, so now she hangs out around the guild, no matter that she’s not a very powerful wizard. She mainly helps Mira clean up after the guild is wrecked to pay for her own keep.
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Type of magic: Caster
Magic: Persuasion. She can adjust your mindset to make you more favorable toward an idea, or change your mood slightly. She did this a lot around her family to avoid being picked on, and generally likes to try to make people happier, though she’s tried to do it on herself and it doesn’t work.
Weapons: Her stuffed animal puppy, which she always carries around, either in a purse or in her arms. It’s the only thing she saved from the wreckage of her home.
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Guild mark location and color: The palm of her hand, Bright, sunny yellow.
Team Members: None. She mainly hangs around the guild.
Team name: None, though a quest sounds exciting!
Guild Rank: Normal
Years in Guild: 2
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Family: All dead.
Crush: None, but she thinks Romeo is kinda cute.
Relationship Status: Single
Pets: Her stuffed animal, Pookie:
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Other: She smiles at you whether she likes you or not.
Mod
Age: 21
Appearance:
Weight: 100
Height: 5’5”
Eyes: Blue –gold rimmed
Hair: Bright red, long, slightly wavy and wispy
Skin: Pale
Personality: Kita is kind enough, although usually hard against other people and very obvious about pointing out shortcomings. Because of this, she isn’t really the most approachable person, and that’s perfectly all right with her. Pretty much everyone calls her by her last name. Anyone who doesn’t normally gets on her nerves.
Family: Parents –unknown Rikala, the Body Dragon
History: On a camping trip with their two year old daughter, a married couple, the day before they were scheduled to leave for home, found themselves confronted by an ancient grizzly. Neither were mages and neither had any armaments. Fleeing as quickly as they could, they turned to see that their child’s hand had slipped from their own, and she toppled, attacked by the giant bear. At that moment, a dragon dived from the sky and the father, knowing that the life of their baby girl was gone- pulled the screaming mother away.
Kita can remember it all clearly. The sudden pain of sharp claws… They dug into her body and sapped her strength. She was dying. But then, a monster attacked the crazed beast and saved her. A dragon, the terror of all, tucked into its feast right then and there, stopping only after the carcass was half gone, to look at her.
There was a long pause as the child –who was too confused to be very frightened- met eyes with the dragon, both stained with blood. The girl closed her eyes, feeling sudden exhaustion, and drifted into sleep. A day later, she woke in the den of the dragon, her wounds having had skin transplanted over them, new flesh implanted deep into the gouges. Scales studded her skin where the deadly wounds had been. Scratched up, she toddled over to her caretaker.
Years later, when Rikala, the Body Dragon, decided to teach her the art of incorporating the strength of a dragon, size, everything… Practically becoming a dragon for a short period of time through the magic, Kita failed. Over and over again, despite the dragon implants –or perhaps, because of them-, she couldn’t succeed in the teachings of her parent. In the end, she settled for a lost magic, one which she was quite adept with. Rikala vanished fifteen years ago, the same as the other dragons, leaving behind her six year old ward.
At age seven, she stumbled upon an S-Class trial for the Fairy Tail mages. Unknowing of what it was, but sure that they were up to no good, she followed the trainees and beat them to their prize, successfully completing the course and confusing everybody about how, exactly, she’d even gotten there. However, after learning everything about the guild and having the procedure explained, Kita decided to join for a trial run. As she hadn’t endured the full length of the trials and wasn’t a guild member at the time, her score was considered a fluke and she joined the guild. She made a point of never being exceptional, so she hasn’t been nominated, although she could probably put up a good fight.
Magic: Despite being raised by a dragon, Kita is NOT a dragon slayer. She has physical enhancement magic. This means that she can enhance her speed, endurance, her strength, shriek louder, jump further, pretty much press all her limits. With her scepter, these abilities are enhanced tenfold.
Magic Classification: Caster & Holder
Type: Physical Enhancement
Weapons: Scepter, as shown in appearance
Magic Mark: Midnight blue, over a patch of scales over her heart
Team: N.A.
Partner/Team Name: N.A.
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Crush: No one. She’s not interested in relationships. At all. If you come up with flowers and a box of chocolates, she’ll pretend you don’t exist. This isn’t out of cruelty. She has no idea what to do in any romantic-type situation and panics, so she just avoids it altogether.
Weakness: She hates public displays of affection. She also has a terrible phobia of heights. Also, she can’t stand being placed in a romantic situation.
Years in Gulid: 14
Other:
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Nickname: Rin
Age: 17
Date of Birth: February 6th
Place of Birth: The city of Dahara in the Desierto Kingdom
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
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Appearance:
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Special Features: Red streak of hair protruding from her bangs
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Personality: Rintaki is a feisty girl, mainly glares and ignoring the people around her. People normally avoid someone who looks grumpy, or busy about some business or other. She will bite at anybody who she thinks is trying to take advantage of her, or get to know her to use her later. Rin has no real concept of family or trust, and really doesn't have any friends. However, she's more against men, for some reason, then girls, and sometimes goes completely out of her way to avoid talking to them or passing them on the street.
History: Rin's mother was a slave in an illegal trade ring, used by anyone for her body. Rin wasn't supposed to survive the severe poisoning used to kill a baby and not the mother, the dangerous balance of toxin. It induced labor and killed Rin's mother. The baby was determined fairly healthy and conveniently, a breeder had lost her son, so there was someone to care for Rin, and it was better to try to make a profit off of their foolish decision. Her adopted slave mother told her the streak of scarlet in her hair was from when her real mother kissed her, a moment before death. The work was laborious, tedious, and abusive. Then at twelve, she was removed from the slave and told she had to learn how to really work for her keep, or die. Her adopted mother told her what to expect and entrusted her with a knife. The first man to come for her, she stabbed right in the eye. Immediately, she got stuck as a street fighter. She was supposed to die almost immediately, but she survived, fighting and killing anyone they pitted her against, in fear of her own life. However, it was only a matter of time. They weren't given enough food or water to live on. The only ones who survived were those who obtained favors from the slavers by endearing themselves and obeying and the like. Just at the breaking point, The Daharan police infiltrated, then broke up the crime ring. It was a mess of months to find out who was a victim, who wasn't, and how to determine what was going on. Rin was one of the first released, at the age of 16, left the country, travelling and living how she could. She did jobs wherever she could find them, but always ended up fighting verbally or physically with her employers. Eventually, she made her way to Fiore, where she saw some Fairy Tail mages fight and do jobs together. Part of her was envious, and she stalked them back to the guild, walked in, and just watched, sitting there for nearly three days before she made up her mind on joining. Jobs that required skill, but majorly paid off. She could actually live on money like that, never have to talk to or deal with anybody else's problems. The best part was, in this crowd, hardly anyone had noticed her, much less looked at her.
The only problem? She doesn't have magic. But that doesn't matter, as long as nobody asks, right? She'll probably develop or learn some later on, but right now she takes on fighting quests to make her living and spends most of her time in the guild, invisible in the middle of everything.
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Type of magic: None yet.
Magic: None yet.
Weapons: A steel-titanium katana, not fused with lacrima, nothing special about it at all. It's just a strong blade.
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Guild mark location and color: Black with a red outline, blurred together, on her right collarbone.
Team Members: None.
Team name: None.
Guild Rank: Normal
Years in Guild: Newbie
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Family: All dead.
Crush: None.
Relationship Status: Single
Pets:
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Other: She has INSANE fighting skills, but to no real method, which makes her unpredictable and dangerous.
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Name:
Nickname: ...Whatever you can come up with.
Age: 20
Date of Birth: April 7th
Place of Birth: She very likely wouldn't tell anyone, but it's assumed by the guildmembers that she's foreign. She's from Enca.
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
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Appearance:
Special Features: Small, black tattoos under her eyes.
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Personality: Aescia is really the epitome of the 'tsundre' stereotype. She's rather curt, not rude, but cold. She'd rather talk with you to finish up whatever business needed to be completed instead of actually enjoying your company. That being said, she does have a warmer side, where she ACTUALLY thanks people! -But only once. Don't try to get her to repeat herself. In general, she's nicer around children, but she will do whatever she has to to get the job done. However... She's not necessarily the moral high point. It's been observed that she'll stumble across some crime or other, but not involve herself, unless someone else involves her. Some think that maybe she's just too distressed or focused on something else to really pay attention to the scene that seems to require her attention, but really... Most of the time, she sees lowering herself to sweep trash off the street is humiliating.
History: Aescia really doesn't confide her past in anyone. If someone asks, she will ignore the question or deflect it. She'd really have to be put into the appropriate mood -probably after a long, hard battle- to actually share some of the tragedy. She was born to a family of upper class warriors. Her father was a general, but everything changed when the nation of Sin attacked Enca. Eventually, their small nation was overwhelmed and subjugated to the whims of the Sinian people. Everyone who held a high standing in the army or government was executed. Aescia was lucky, because she was female, and the nation of Sin was highly patriarchal. She was deemed innocent because of her sex, but... watching was just as bad as if she'd been up there with them. Her father and her brothers -her mother had died long ago- and her young fiance, a promising politician, promised a place in the Senate. Their king had even favored him. Aescia watched as each one was sliced to pieces brutally, on a raised scaffold covered in straw and reeds. Her magic manifested, but too late to do anything to help them, to help anyone. Eventually, she smuggled herself out of the country rolled up in a rug, in the cart of a sympathetic carpet-dealer, at a great risk to his person. The ship headed to Fiore, a place where such barbarity was supposedly unheard of, and Aescia arrived in port, to try to find some new way of life. To try to forget her haunting past.
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Type of magic: Caster
Magic: Arc of Time
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Weapons: Being the daughter of a general, she is well versed in martial arts, and uses that in general. However, she is very handy with a blade and could handle a gun, if she so desired.
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Guild mark location and color: Sapphire blue, on her right temple, under her hair.
Team Members: None. She mainly quests over socializing.
Team name: None, yet. Rin eventually. I'll come up with a cool name.
Guild Rank: Normal.
Years in Guild: New.
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Family: Unknown
Crush: None.
Relationship Status: Single
Pets: None. Although, because of her fear of rodents, she will likely invest in a cat at one point or another.
Weaknesses: Aescia tends to accidentally make things rot or youthen around her. She sometimes makes her own food moldy, and she has very little control over her power. She's afraid of rats, and also anything rodent-like. Even rabbits set her on edge. Also, the murders of all her loved ones still haunt her, and she can be gotten to using those memories.
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Other:
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Age: Unknown. Pretty darn ancient.
Appearance:
The basic look of his unit:
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Weight: Close to 300 pounds of super-advanced titanium
Height: 6'7"
Eyes: His ocular lens glows pure blue
Hair: None
Skin: Super-advanced Titanium
Personality: Legion is a unique mobile platform, designed to operate outside normal parameters and interact with organics. To that purpose, it houses 1,183 Nasod programs, as opposed to the roughly one hundred found in other platforms, enabling it to operate independently and speak. In order to facilitate communication with organics, Legion possesses several panels on its "head" that move to simulate facial expressions. These flaps serve the same purpose as eyebrows in organics, raising to imply surprise or interest and folding forward (much like the furrowing of the brow) to show concentration. He is open to learn and interpret, but very wary against organics, whom he sees as threats, most of the time, out to destroy or obtain his knowledge of the Superior Unit's shuttle coordinates.
Family: His parts come from the Superior Unit (King Nasod). Another one of him, his brother, almost, was destroyed in a battle. Legion has kept the parts and brought his core up to full functionality.
History: Legion was a magical construct formed when the Superior unit -I.E., the King Nasod- shed his spare parts and replaced them with newer creations. Being the most recent, it can almost be said that Legion is in itself a 'child' of the King Nasod. Legion was created to negotiate with organics, with which tensions had been rising as of late. Despite trying to resolve the differences with his partner, which could be considered a brother, Nasods were just, at that time, considered too deadly and dangerous to be allowed to advance. Much in terror of having them replicate programs and eventually push out or destroy the inferior beings of humanity, the humans bit back quickly. Legion was recalled to the Superior Unit to fight, and was equipped to lead as a general, as was his twin. However, the resistance brought up against the Nasods was too great, the hatred too strong. Despite various humans, creators and friends, who stood by the Nasods in their defense, the Nasods were overwhelmed. The massacre continued, with souls being lost in the thousands, if not hundreds of thousands. Eventually, the Superior Unit calculated defeat. On the small margin that any might survive, he programmed Legion with coordinates to the escape shuttle's destination and left him to guide any survivors. In the end, there were many survivors. Most of them were enemy humans, and few were Nasods who were too destroyed to move or utilize their programming, which eventually faded and died. Legion was the last one left.
Magic: Weapons. His entire body can be used as a weapon, almost.
Magic Classification Type: He is a magical construct with a variety of magical and advanced non-magical weapons.
Weapons:
Magic Mark: Location and Color:
Team: None. Maybe Add's?
Partner/Team Name: None. Maybe Add?
Sexuality: Asexual, peeps. He's a robot.
Crush: None, though he is fond of all Fairy Tail members.
Weakness: A hole in the titanium paneling was blasted through his chest in battle. He's since repaired the interior, but the hole has yet to be patched.
Years in Guild: Brand New!
Other: