The Dance of Life and Death (fantasy rp) discussion
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Gender: Male
Age: 26
Race: Nocturnal
Nationality: Shadow Lander
Appearance:
A rather plain looking man with short white hair. Standing at a rather unintimidating height of 5'4'' with a rather skinny body. He doesn't look like much of a threat. Although if you look a bit closer you can see he's not at all what he seems. He is incredibly fit and lean, and with his short height and weight he can easily climb up walls, hang from the ceiling, and fit into tight spaces. While also having a more pale light skin making him hard to b pinpointed than a more grey skinned Nocturnal. Compared to other Nocturnal he is a bit more armored, but not so much as to hamper him down. As he wears a mix of light weight metals and dark leather in order to help him blend in with the night.
Religion: Path of Izar
Powers:Nocturnal powers:(Illusions, stealing, dark magic)
Parkour
Weaknesses: May be strong, but is still better at killing when unseen than in a real fight.
Has a hard time killing people deemed innocent or young.
Personality: Elrond doesn't have much emotion on him, or at least emotion that he shows. As a paid assassin he tends to go about things with a detachment of his emotions. As letting his feelings get to him could give his target enough time for a counter a attack, or he could get stabbed in a back if his targets good at acting. Not that he doesn't have any emotion, or at least some morals. He just tends to hide them behind a wall of cold stares and rude barks. It's for his own safety so don't take it to heart.
History: Elrond was born in the Shadow Lands to a couple who were probably not fit for parenting. Then again, not many Nocturnals are fit to be parents yet they have children anyways. For Elrond's case specifically, both of his parents worked rather low moral jobs and were teaching their child to follow in suit. Giving Elrond a lot of knowledge in not just stealing, but murder, framing, and many other skills useful for killing more than stealing. With a large knowledge base of only knowing how to kill and steal, Elrond took to the mainland to put his skills to use. He couldn't make a living back home, their was already a lot of assassin bases back home so why hire an amateur when you had experts? The mainland on the other hand had far more potential to need his skills.
Elrond first only took small jobs when he first reached the mainland. People wanting bosses of small companies dead, or people wanting revenge for their significant others cheating. Jobs without much risk as the people he killed were not important, but as he did more jobs his name was passed around, and soon enough he was being hired on bigger jobs. Jobs when successful would lead to jobs with even more risk. Elrond soon became a rather feared and well known assassin. A fame he realized was a risk to him, so he went into hiding, stopped taking jobs, and now waits. Waits for the guards to forget about him. Waits for the next big opportunity to make some money.
Likes: Dark nights.
The Shadow lands.
Dislikes: People who back out on payments.
Killing children.
Other:
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Gender: Female
Age: 22
Race: Cremat
Nationality: Crematian
Appearance:
Nuria ia a rather beautiful and dark skinned woman. Her dark hair brings great attention to her bright yellow eyes. While her nice figure is sure to attract the attention of many a man. It doesn't help that she wears very little as is customary of many Cremats. Although unlike many sane Cremats she dresses in furs and adorns the fangs of many a beast she has slain. Beasy she has slain and burned in the name of Helia. Despite her cute and pretty face, and smooth skin. Nuria is built a bit tougher than that. Her natural ability as a desert dwelling Cremat has allowed her skin to stay rather smooth despite the harsh sands rubbing against her in the wind and the harsh sunlight tanning her skin where other races would surly burn.
Religion: Sun Worshipers
Powers: Fire magic
Unaffected by fire
Weaknesses: Is obsessed with Helia.
Is easily countered by water.
Personality: Nuria is your average desert dwelling Cremat. Friendly to outsiders, respectful to everyone, and a desire deep down inside her that commands her to burn everything in site in the name of Helia. Nuria is a bit more willing to allow this desire to burn things show though, but still has enough restraint to keep herself professional. This mixture of obsession and restraint has made her a rather good priest. A priest for the insane who wish to burn that is. As she is a friendly and competent face that can be placed on the burners, instead of their usual insane face.
History: Nuria was born out in the deserts of Cremat. As such she was always at the risk of going insane from the heat. This insanity being expected from her at a young age as her mother had gone mad many years before having Nuria, but with a still sane father their was always a chance of her not giving into her desire to burn. That was the thing about the Crematians. Many refereed to this obssession of Helia as insanity, but it was far from insanity. The race was designed to worship the sun, and deep down they all knew they wish to give into their innate desire. Some just gave into it a bit too much, as many "sane" Cremats burned the occasional effigy to their goddess anyways.
Nuria happened to become a perfect middle ground between full on obsession, and those who were more casual with their faith. The girl loved to burn effigys, send constant praise to her goddess, and talk about the eventual burning of the entire world in Helia's name, but she claimed that Helia would choose when to do this, and that her followers she just wait for it to happen. It was this last detail that truly allowed many in Cremat to get behind her as she still encouraged burnings, but did not encourage people to burn the entire world down. She was good for the obsessed, loved by the casuals, and clearly loyal to their Goddess. It was these facts that allowed Nuria to become one of the top priest in Cremat, and amassed a rather large following for her teachings. Nuria now traveling all across Cremat with a small group of followers in order to pass on their Goddess' word, but that was too easy in Nuria's eyes. Everyone in Cremat was already a follower of Helia, but beyond Cremat.... There were millions of people who had not heard her word. Who had not felt her power. She needed to show them. She needed to show the world just how amazing Helia was. Even if it meant stepping on other gods toes as she slowly converted the world into a world of people who loved Helia just as much as she did.
Likes: Helia
Helia
Helia
Helia
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Dislikes: Those who dislike Helia
The cold
Those who disrespect Helia.
Other:
Mod
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Race:Cremat/Vroulike
Nationality: Crematian
Appearance:
Standing at nineteen feet tall with an astoundingly large bust and a butt that could put even Kisose herself to shame, Oriel is a site to behold. With a skin tone that one might describe as chocolate and a rather innocent look to her. She might as well be the most beautiful woman in all of Cremat, and she might have been courted by every guy in the nation if it wasn't for the fact that not a single person is as half as tall as she is. This height also causing her to have to wear very little, as no one deigns cloths in her size. Not that it bothers her much. Her Crematian blood keeps her nice and cool in the harsh deserts she calls home.
Religion: Sun Worshipers
Powers:Vroulike abilities (immense strength, size, and combat ability)
Cremat abilities(fire magic, immune to fire)
Weaknesses: Thinks everything everyone smaller than her is cute so it's easy to trick her
Is not a properly trained Vroulike, so does not have the best training for one her size.
Personality: Oriel is a rather innocent and softhearted young woman. Which is understandable, because when no one can even reach your butt without having to jump for it. No one really looks like a threat, and its hard to take angry people seriously when it looks like a child is yelling at you. This has made Oriel a rather innocent and mature woman. If not a little foolish. Everyone just looks so cute to her! Despite all this though, Oriel is not one you should mess with. Her mixture of Crematian and Vroulike blood has made something dangerous. A Vroulike that can use magic. A Vroulike obsessed with burning the whole world to a crisp. A cremat that has enough strength to take on an army.
History: Oriel was born to one of the oddest couples in Rondamere. A Vroulike man and an insane Crematian woman. The poor Crematian woman was not prepared to have her child, and after burning her husband to death had no way of knowing how to handle the gigantic baby she birthed out. Oriel almost killing her mother in childbirth from her sheer size. Luckily though she survived, but soon grew afraid as her child wasn't just a big baby, but a big girl as she grew older. Easily surpassing her mother in height by the time she was ten. Oriels mother feared the girl would grow abusive and mean from her size, but quite the opposite happened. Oriel grew up kind and innocent. Even having cried a few times when a much smaller Crematian tried to bully her. Although, even they stopped when she shot up even higher. Now able to knock her bullies out with one punch. Something she did only once, and regretted forever after.
Eventually Oriels mom grew far less worried about her child's size, and instead saw it as a opportunity. Clearly she was a gift from Helia. A strong and beautiful child to help Helia in her goal to burn the world, so at the age of sixteen she sent her child of to become a priest of Helia, where a certain cremat by the name of Nuria took a liking to her. The two traveling together on their quest to spread Helia's name. Oriel acting as a sort of bodyguard, easily being able to take care of any bandits trying to attack the small group, while Nuria did what she did best. Preach about her Goddess. The two made a great team, and through Nuria Oriel learned to love Helia just as much as her friend did. Viewing her Goddess as a sort of big sister figure, despite being far taller than the Goddess' mortal form.
Likes: Helia
The sun
Nuria
Dislikes: Those who would harm Helia
Those who would hurt Nuria
The cold
Other:
Mod
Name : Tryione Villosis
nickname : try
Gender : Female
sexuality : pansexual
Age : 98
apparent : 20
Race : Abyssal
powers : typical abyssal powers ( summoning + channeling/amplifying ) ; enhanced strength
nationality : nomadic
religion : agnostic
Appearance :
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As is expected of some Abyssals, Try has been gifted with three forms. Whether through some sick twist of fate or through the convenience of future masters, each form is exceedingly beautiful in its own way. Some, however, have noted that her first two forms don't look all that bright. While they aren't wrong, Tryione does tend to have a look of surprise or worry on her face in most cases. At other times, she might be smiling, that look seems to be reserved for her final form. The apparition that is usually what others see of Tryione is a young female of about twenty years of age. Her eyes, while large and framed neatly with lashes of varying sizes, are a brilliant red that looks a bit like the flames of a large fire. Pale-skinned and incredibly fair-haired, she stands at twelve feet tall. While she gives no Vroulike a run for their money, she is larger than humans and some other species. She's of a shapely nature, and those who can overlook certainly other features may be inclined to try to flirt with her. Likely not a good idea, most would be deterred at any rate by the massive, slightly curved horn protruding from her forehead. Or, even more likely, her claw-like hands would be warning enough. They're tipped black and fade into the same color as her skin. They're large enough to brush across the floor when she stands at full height and have quite the grip--she could easily rip a tree from the ground with as about as much effort as it takes to breathe. Between this appearance and the one marked as the oni within the Abyssal community, there isn't much difference. Tryione simply grows taller, adding on two or three feet to her height. All other bodily proportions follow suit, and her horn straightens out. Between the first two, and the last, there are a few more changes. The "summer" look, as one might call it, is surprisingly normal in most aspects. She still has the same figure and height, but with less noticeable disfiguration. Her eyes are a glowing blue and her hands would appear to be normal. Her right hand, however, is blackened. Most would say it looks like a glove. The only disfiguration, aside from her hand, would be her legs. Rather than slender calves and legs that could go on for days, they appear to be clad in armor. It starts from the knee down, and taper into what look like heeled boots. They're quite heavy and anyone looking to remove them is in for a surprise. Among her forms, Tryione seems to prefer dresses. Her normal appearance and that of the oni are most commonly seen in a fitting white dress, with arm warmers that billow out to encompass her hands. In her summer look, she wears sundresses and is usually seen with a wide brim hat and a black scarf around her neck.
Personality : Tryione has always been afflicted with a perpetual worry. Anxiety is never far from her and calming her down takes some work. However, this does not impair her duties. She believes that while she may not be entirely capable, her master is. She has only to trust in them and she will be fine. But this still doesn't stop her from worrying over the small details. Her expressions seem to vary from only slightly assured to full-on panic attacks. This doesn't seem to help her easily flustered nature. She can be worked up into a frenzy quite easily and even then, she doubts herself. It could be seen as endearing to those that inflict her with such worry, but it can be a hassle to deal with.
But underneath this is a rage seated so deep, you'd have to wonder if it wasn't instinctive. It doesn't show often, locked away for when the time comes to battle. But, if you happen to be the poor soul that breaks or damages her horn, you're sure to be crushed to death in a matter of seconds. Her enraged self has no awareness and no control. You could call her a version of the hulk, but she's much worse than that. Where he can be reasoned with to some extent, she cannot. She is nothing but rage and destruction and she doesn't stop until she's tired or has been felled. And it takes a while to tire her out.
Her oni form would seem to be no different. In the aspect of rage and aggression, that is. The Oni is an arrogant form, but aggressive and volatile. If she were to remain unchecked in this form, a tantrum could prove to be even more devastating. Most tend to avoid angering her, or her master, while she is like this. But there are some things that set her off without one really trying. Showing affection happens to be one of them. While she is capable of feeling and returning affection, she is not comfortable with showing these emotions. She will do things in a backhanded sort of manner or refuse to acknowledge any sort of fondness for someone. You could pretty much call her a tsundere. There was once a time when she could openly and properly show affection. Let's just say she wasn't kept in that contract for long.
The most like persona has to come with Summer. The summer look tends to be much more relaxed and carefree. She has a tendency to be rather calming and serene. It's hard to connect her to the other forms, considering her always smiling face. What they seem to miss is that she can be just as angry as her other forms, and you would never know the difference. She'd still be all smiles while she completely obliterates you. Adversely, she tends to switch between being a doting mother and a rather flirty person. It's hard to get a grasp of her in this form, but most people don't really mind.
likes : not worrying ; lifting heavy objects ; playing with small animals
dislikes : worrying ; loud spaces ; too many people ( adults )
weaknesses : whatever damage her master gets is transferred to her ; is unable to use magic when at a certain point of exhaustion
History : From the moment of her birth, Tryione was told that she would have a master. Her parents told her that she would need to be powerful and protect her contractor. The weight of such a responsibility placed on a child constantly tends to have a negative effect on them. This is likely where all the anxiety started. Her training to be the best she could be started before she could walk and ended well before she was taller than most men. One would think this to a short while with how old she is now, but considering how intensive it was, it lasted quite a while.
Once her training had been complete, her family sent her off to await the first contract she would recieve. This came in the form of a young child who really didn't know any better. No taller than her knee, the child was thought to be a prodigy, but was hopelessly lost on these matters. He severed the contract with her when he reached adulthood, no longer able to stand her constant pestering for him to adjust his reckless lifestyle. She was left to wander, masterless and alone.
The second contract was much longer. Slightly older than the man who had released her their contract, this master sought to use for battle purposes to protect he and his daughters. She remained this man as he grew old and his daughters became beautiful. He was interesting to be around, by her standards. As each daughter left the home, seeking their own path, he grew more haggard and lonely. Soon, she served him only as a companion. But that was quite alright.
However, as he neared his seventieth year, he passed away in his sleep. Alone once more, she was contracted not an hour later by the youngest daughter in conjunction with her husband. The pair worked as a team with Tryione, who was pleased to be of service. However, her fondness of them was as dangerous as anything else. In an act of affection, she managed to snap her master's neck. Not difficult to do with her strength. Distraught, the daughter threw herself from a cliff. Without no one to properly relay the events that had taken place, Tryione was cast out and set to wander once more.
But it has been recently that she has been contracted by a young woman who seeks power. Tryione is more than happy to be in service once more, no matter the cause she is to back.
master : Vajira Taimane
Other :
Name: Raghel WarmheartGender: Female
Age: Ageless
Race: She-Drake
Nationality: ?
Appearance:
Religion: ?
Powers:
- She can raise her own temperature to ward off attacks or keep pups warm if she needs to. It keeps her and anyone who's near her warm in the winter, so it's very useful in colder temperatures.
- Like a siren, she has a magical singing voice. But unlike sirens, her voice sings lullabies that give peace to people.
Weaknesses:
- Too much heat makes her feathers burn, then she can't fly
- Deathly afraid of poison, frogs and public embarrassment
Personality: She's very kind and compassionate. She can't stand anyone getting hurt and would never do anything that could end with someone hurt or in trouble. She's very caring and not a stranger to random creatures spending the night at her house, in fact, she invites them in! She also often invites people who have been hurt to recover in her home, and she typically nurses them back to health. Usually after a war or major battle is her house the fullest. She despises dangerous activities as well. Emotional turmoil is her specialty. She will always help those who have been hurt emotionally and can't seem to get back to even okay.
History: She was created by the fire god Fathamore along with her six siblings and is one of the first dragons to come into being. Since that time, she has always been a symbol of benevolence because of her kindness towards the other beings of the world. She has adopted twelve dragon children, which is more than any other dragon, and she did this because she wished to help them. Each of her children were hurting in some way and she adopted them so that they could be free of it. From whatever afflicted them, she saved them and took them under her wing. For years, she has looked after them and guided them towards better things.
Likes:
- Oranges
- Watching other people's acts of kindness
- Warm hugs
Dislikes:
- Evil, mean acts
- Pumpkins
- Scary things
Other:
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Nemo, the Maiden(belonging to Priscilla)
Kazuto(belonging to Jake the Ultimate Senpai)
Suigetsu(belonging to Jake the Ultimate Senpai)
Canto(belonging to Pen)
The comments on the problems with Canto have been left up. The other three remain unapproved due to in completion. All other posts that are not characters have been deleted.
Mod
Gender: Female
Age: 157
Looks to be around seven
Race: Abyssal
Nationality: Nomadic
Appearance:
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Yochina is an abyssal with three forms. Two of which were crafted by her masters, and one of which she mended herself. Her first and most normal form being rather innocent and cute compared two her other forms. Her first form, mostly refereed to as her normal form, is of a rather young looking girl standing at about three and a half feet tall. Long white hair stretching down to her feet mixed with her pale appearance make her like a puffy marshmallow. With the added mix of the abyssal's natural beauty and her large yellow eyes, she's quite the adorable looking child. Probably being and young boys crush that are about the age she looks. Her adorable factor so high many do not notice the fact that she has two small horns protruding from her head, and several large metal necklaces and armbands that are rather large for her small body. This is because they aren't decorative choices, they're cuffs. Cuffs to keep her from taking her other two forms. Akuma and Mizu. Akuma takes the adorable little girl and turns her into a deadly, sadistic, and unsympathetic killer. Her seven year old appearance turning into that of a late teenager. Her fluffy hair becoming two large pig tails, and while her two small horns cannot be seen from her hair, they seem to give off an eerie red energy, the gleams just as brightly as her red eyes. She grows to an astounding eight feet tall and her small white dress disappears leaving only her bare essentials covered, as she now uses her golems as a suit of armor, yet much of her skin is still exposed as she cares little for who sees her naked, as those whom see this form never live to tell the tail. The other form she takes is Mizu. The small young girl now growing into a mature and beautiful woman. Her long puffy hair now becomes silky and smooth, and her blue eyes shine disinterestedly at those around her. Her small white dress becomes longer to fit her now well endowed form, while adding a few dark shades to the dress, making it look more fancy and mature, rather than a sheet with holes poked in it for her arms and head. She grows to a rather impressive sixteen feet tall. Taller than many, yet still on the short side of Vroulikes. Not that it matters though. The way she holds herself making her look a lot bigger than the rather tough tribal warriors.
Religion: Does not follow a specific God or Goddess.
Powers: Abyssal powers ( summoning, channeling/amplifying)
Power restraint
Weaknesses: Is afraid to use her other forms.
Does have a childish mind in her normal form.
Personality: Yochina is a rather adorable and fun loving abyssal that acts exactly how she looks. Like a child. She's a michevious little trickster who loves playing games. Can be easily easily distracted. While also being a bit grumpy and aggressive when she doesn't get her way. Although, her aggression is usually never shown towards her master. As she loves her master unconditionally and affectionate. Acting a lot like an adoring little sister to her master. No matter how scary they may look to others. Although, under all her friendly innocents lies a terrible, terrible creature. Although some may consider it to be two monsters.
The first of these "monsters" is Akuma. The raged filled murderer. The machine of destruction. The very definition of desolation. This form taking Yochina's child like aggression and pouty behavior, and turning it into rage. Hatred. Psychopathy. She kills. Was made to kill, and cannot stop killing in this form. Even the masters are at risk of becoming one of her targets if they cannot get a handle on her. Friends, family members lovers.... None of them spared by the Akuma form's wrath.
While Akuma represents the angry and poutyness of Yochina. Mizu represents her mischievous side. This doesn't mean Mizu form is safer to be around, as a matter of fact many wish for Akuma after witnessing Mizu. This is because this child like trickster behavior becomes cold and calculating sadistic pain. Mizu is a proper killing machine. She doesn't waste energy by being angry. She stays calm, too calm for a girl who would rip your arms off and beat you with them, and only expends the amount of energy needed in order to kill her target. Luckily though, unlike Akuma form, Mizu doesn't kill without being given orders. After all, she is still an Abyssal, and as such duty bound to serve her master.
History: Yochina was just a simple Abyssal who like all the others were summoned and bound to their masters. She trained hard to be strong enough to protect her master, and when the day came she was overjoyed! She expected to have a nice little master who simply needed help with magic. They would be friends, live along life together, and.... Well, she was wrong. The man who hired her was twisted, corrupted, evil. He recognized the potential that the Abyssals had to be used as weapons, and that's what he he turned Yochina into a weapon.
Yochina simply killed, and killed, and killed, and killed. Her master using her only murder those he wanted murdered, and killed those who dared try to attack her master. She was still rather young at the time, and her knew life of murder put a burden and stress on the young girls mind. She grew angry. Angry at her master, angry at the people who attacked, and she grew angry at the world. The only thing that she found could relive her stress was to keep doing what she was doing. Murdering people. She started killing before her master gave the demand. Started killing poor souls who ended up in front of her. She grew uncaring about who she killed, how innocent they were. None of that mattered to her. It mattered so little to her, that one day she accidentally killed her own master while on one of her rage induced rampages. Now, despite being a mindless killer, Yochina knew that killing her master was always a bad move. Without a master now, no one was telling her to kill anymore, so she sort of... stopped. The damage had been done for sure, but now without direction she had no reason to kill. She simply sat down in the pile of dead bodies as she waited for her next master to summon her. Spending many months without killing a soul had sedated her rage, but soon enough she would be dragged back into the life of murder, but this time it was different.
Her new master had also ordered her to kill, but unlike her last master this man was more professional in his dealings with death. No longer did she rush into town to kill one man, but end up having to kill everyone to keep witnesses at zero. Now she was given a plan. A set of instructions to follow. Orders, what an Abyssal was required to do for their master. The man keeping her well disciplined and calm. Not that death bothered Yochina anymore. She had seen it all, and if her master had told her to eat someone. Then she would have done it. She became almost machine like. Following orders; doing nothing more and nothing less. Yet this still would prove fatal to her master, as she followed orders too well. One simple mispronunciation that went unchecked, and Yochina ended up offing him as well. It taking her several days to realize that her master had simply said his orders incorrectly, and did not wish to die.
Realizing that Yochina had now made the same mistake twice, she realized that she needed to do something in order to correct herself before she ended up killing her next master. Using her now cold and calculated mind she came up to only one solution. She found herself as broken, and that she needed to somehow reset herself back to before she started killing so that she could learn the difference between friend and foe, because in her current state she would have consumed her master alive if he asked her to, and for some reason she felt that not even asking any questions and immediately following the order might prove a mistake. In the case that her master was joke, or just said something wrong. Her lack of question being the problem. Although their was a problem, she could not reset herself, but she could restrain herself. Restrain her memories, powers, personality and essential make herself like she was before her first master. Before her first kill. She could relearn and then unrestrain herself, becoming the perfect familiar for her new master, and not end up killing them this time. Crafting several metal rings she enchanted them in a way to restrain her power, probably breaking several abyssal rules about not using magic on yourself, but Yochina didn't care. She was doing this for her new master! She would spend the next few days simply getting a feel for her morals again, and then simply remove the restrains... but this plan didn't go the way she expected...
The second she put on the restraints Yochina realized what she had done, and began to cry. She had become evil, horrible, a... a big scary monster! It seemed the the abyssal's restrains had also put a damper on her mind, making her become like a child again. A short attention span, an innocent mind, and a rather low level of power, but if she had to choose between being a child, and being what she was. She would choose child every time, because deep down she knew she was still the same girl. The same girl who would murder an entire town in a blind rage. The same girl who would eat an entire village if her master told her too. The same girl who had so little regard for the life of others she would kill her own master. Deep down she knew that was her, and even with the restraints on her mind she could tell that taking off her cuffs could prove fatal for her master. Which was truly terrifying, not because of what she could do when she took them off, but because even with the restraints on she could steel feel her sadistic love of torture, her blind rage. Both just barley hiding under the surface of her facade. Waiting to resurface and cause destruction to the world a second time.
Likes: Candy
Warm things
Master
Warm blankets
Dislikes: Taking of her cuffs
Mod
Name : Tove Pryion
title : prince(ss) tove
Gender : Genderfluid
sexuality : gray asexual
Age : 18
apparent : 16-18
Race : Kitsune
powers : illusions + pyrokinesis + mediumship
nationality : veroth
religion : follower of flora and aileas
Appearance :
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Tove is... well. Tove has often heard proclamations of how cute or pretty they are, much to their dismay. Another word one might use to describe them is soft; they get that one a lot. Tove doesn't have a preference to which gender they appear as, and in any case, they happen to look much like either gender. One would say that he's a fairly feminine appearing boy or an androgynous girl. That doesn't much affect them, though. Their hair is generally long enough to brush against their chin. It varies from wavy to straight, though most would be blessed in seeing it in its wavy state. His hair is also typical a brown dark enough to pass as black at the roots and blonde partway down. This only serves to make him appear "softer" as some would say, but it would appear their hair naturally grows out in that coloring pattern. Their skin is pale, though it does have the slightest tan to it. One would call it the tawny brown of a doe's hide. This adds to their defenseless appearance as much as their short stature. Tove is not the tallest kitsune to grace the family, standing at roughly five feet and three inches. They have expressed the greatest displeasure with this, though the only thing that can be done is wearing footwear that would make them appearance taller. They, however, have just as much of an aversion to that as they do to their own height. It's mostly that they dislike having to cock their head to look someone in the eye, or look at their face. Their eyes are quite something, much like the citrine gemstone in their brown hue. They would be the most enticing feature if not for their lips. Tove has been noted for having plump, lush lips. Rose petal pink, they turn their pouts into deadly weapons of mass adorableness. Regardless of which gender they appear in, their figure is generally the same. Slender and soft, they easily melt away into a crowd and tend to get lost quite easily. As a female, their hips are slightly wider and while they may not be well-endowed, it is still noticeable that they appear as a female. Tove has a tendency either hide their figure in the depths of large and warm clothing, or if it occasion calls for formality they will dress as directed. Their sense of style could use some improvement, though.
Personality : Tove is quite the peculiar prince(ss). S/he has a tendency to behave similar to a child, despite being very nearly an adult. One would fear placing large amounts of responsibility on them, unsure of how they would deal with it. What some don't seem to pick up is that Tove was a fairly capable child. Despite the usual childish antics, Tove is very intelligent. Or, rather, they work hard enough to make up for having an average intelligence. Most just don't see it disguised in their usual spoiled behavior. Forcing their guardians to go along with whatever they want is not uncommon for the young prince(ss). They don't much like being left alone and doesn't appreciate when those caring for them try to distance themselves emotionally. They don't like solitude, even if there are people around. Living as a royal surrounds you dozens of people, but Tove always manages to feel somewhat alone. This tends to lead into anxiety, which is never a good thing. Part of the reason they keep their hair as it is--though they have considered growing it out further--is to impair their field of vision. Seeing too much empty space scares them. But this doesn't seem to help their foot-eye coordination. Clumsy as can be, it's no uncommon for someone to have to rescue the young royal before they tripped and fell somewhere.
As if it couldn't get much harder to deal with Tove, they really do love their sweets. It's almost customary to have to give them some sort of sweet food to even get the chance to speak to them. Most see this as the mark of a lonely child, and they aren't entirely wrong for thinking that. Most of what Tove has to keep him company aren't conventional companions, after all. And they don't spoil her as much as outsiders would. Children of the same age are naturally told that they're untouchable or happen to find out about the latter of the prince(ss) abilities. Thinking about it, being able to see and communicate with the dead is just a little frightening. This has actually brought about a bad habt of staring, usually into a vacant space or at someone unwittingly be blocked by a ghost. They tend to flock to him, for whatever reason. Tove has been known to be haunted on more than one occasion, and these ghosts aren't always kind. Which is part of why Tove dislikes being alone with them. They can never be sure what a ghost is like unless they speak to them, and even then they could be lying. The ghosts also tend to mislead Tove often if he ignores them for too long. They send her in all directions until she's lost her way. But even outside of that, Tove never really had a good sense of direction. Without her guards, she likely would have been lost at least once in her own home.
likes : sweets ; being with others ; warm places ; high spots
dislikes : being alone ; spirits ; the cold
weaknesses : low stamina ; physically weak ; often haunted
History : For the first couple years of Tove's life, people weren't sure what to make of him. It was evident that he had, at first, been a male child. But then he was feminine, so girlish that they forgot. Then they'd remember and tell themselves to leave him alone. This confusion, while shared by pretty much everyone, was not soon forgotten by the young prince. It was before Tove could distinguish no exact feeling of being a boy or a girl or neither, and thus no one had much to really go along with. He could easily be said to have been ignored if he wasn't being fawned over when they suspected him to secretly be female. In a female dominated family, it paid to be a girl.
But that wasn't the most confusing part. The ghosts and wandering spirits were. They'd cling to her like there was no tomorrow, their last beacon of hope. Or so they said. They haunted her often, enough that she had to bring it to the attention of the elders and her mother. His siblings were to be left out of it, they had decided, as it would appear he was the only one to display such instances. It came to light that the young prince(ss) Tove could see and speak with the dead. While the royal themselves didn't understand this, there were those who were quick to utilize this skill. It would bring favor to the royal family as well as open ties with other families and species. Useful and important, Tove's gender was suddenly overlooked on all occasions. They carted the young royal around to people who wished to speak with relatives that had passed on to be sure they had made it to the afterlife. Or if they just wanted to speak with their loved ones in friendly conversation after so long. It was a secondary feeling of fulfillment that hit Tove in those times, but it was not always to be so nice.
The spirits and ghosts began to vary in their alignment. They would be benign and bitter, or malicious and vengeful. The peaceful days would come to an end as the family came to realize that they had no means of truly protecting Tove from the spirits. This only came when he was attacked by them, shearing off his hair and leaving him battered and bruised. Alarms were raised and meetings were called. They decided that Tove should remain in the home, away from all those spirits. It was easier for them to rid the home of the darkness than it was to shield her while they were out. But, the door had already been opened. All they could do was prevent an even more dangerous attack on the young royal.
Thus lead to Tove spending his time indoors. Caged in her home, the young prince(ss) devised plans to escape. Each time it was foiled by one thing or another. Or the guardians would be at their side at every second. Infuriating, but bearable. But such is life, right?
For quite some time, the family has been unaware of a growing malicious presence that could possibly change Tove in ways that would make them unrecognizable. Already, there are occasions when there is something off, something wrong. A curt tone here, a barbed word there. But this goes unnoticed. How would anyone see it if they were never around her long enough to realize it? The guardians might, but Tove isn't aware of it herself to ask them about it.
mother : Veredfather : irrelevant
siblings : open for creation
guardians : open for creation
Other :
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Name: Kirito Tasheki
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Age: 16
Race: Ghoul
Nationality: Ghoul
Home world: Solicon
Appearance: Has greyish blue eyes. White hair and is tall, slender, muscular.
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Religion: None
Powers: Rinkaku kagune and lightning
Weaknesses: Past and sort of goes insane. When his kagune doesn't work.
Personality: Kirito is a quiet boy who is very smart. He is funny at times when he isn't a little insane or crazy. But he is kind and a little cocky. He is more of a boy that doesn't like to say much or really be around people that he cares about cause they might get hurt.
History: Kirito family disappeared during the ghoul attack at his city but most ghouls now stay out of the light hoping to kill and eat at night. He was on a search for them with his friends and ended up living with them. He was a normal teen living a relatively normal life. However, this soon changed after Rize Kamishiro's kakuhou was transplanted into him, transforming him into a ghoul. After joining Anteiku as a part-time waiter, he learned how to live as a ghoul and eventually became known as Ghost. Six months after the operation, ghouls and others came to know him by the moniker of the Black Reaper or ghost with the goal of protecting those precious to him and exterminating individuals threatening his place to belong.
Likes: His friends, training
Dislikes: his insane and evil side with his power.
Other:
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Eyes stage 1: https://66.media.tumblr.com/f17e40d7e...
Eyes stage 2: https://33.media.tumblr.com/9eaa376e4...
Eyes stage 3: https://66.media.tumblr.com/fa7038ea4...
Rinkaku: https://66.media.tumblr.com/cd0d4d963...
Lightning: https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-4X...
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Nickname: Mari
Gender: Female
Age: Unknown
Race: Void Star
Nationality: Nomadic
Appearance:
Mariska is a rather interesting piece of work. She's rather well endowed woman standing at around 6'8''. Her long red hair works well with her golden eyes and smooth skin. Many would call too beautiful, but many too afraid to. Her scarlet hair is thickly braided and located in the front and back of her body in pairs, all of which have bows near its ends as well as a few ornaments near its top to keep the braids in place. She holds herself rather mightily, and her immense power can make her quite intimidating to weaker races. That is if you can look past her more Unique choice in clothing. Her normal cloths are fine as she usually wears a large cloak that covers her more risque choice in clothing underneath, but most people wouldn't really notice the scantily clad woman under the huge and odd looking hat she likes to wear from time to time, or one might notice the odd sharp, nail like appendages on the ends of her gloves. Although it would be best to avoid this topic, as laughing at her may cause you to end up with a few broken bones.
Religion: Path of Izar
Powers:Can create anything from the void
Can freely enter and leave the void
Has an immense level of magic power and knowledge of magic
Has an affinity for fire magic
Weaknesses: Greatly undermines the abilities of lesser races.
Despite her old age she hasn't spent much time training her self in physical combat, so she relies only on magic to fight.
Personality: Mariska is a rather odd mix when it comes to her personality and nature. Like the superior being she she is she can be rather snobbish, bold, and tends to talk down to the other races, and much like the goddess she serves she can get rather greedy and grabby at more shiny objects. Yet despite all of her ego and less than honorable way of thinking. She's far better than your average Nocturnal. She's a loving and caring woman, even going so far as to act almost motherly to some people (even if she acts this way because she thinks the other races are less than intelligent) despite not even knowing them well. Like many of her race though she desires a simple life. She wants to have a good life, raise a family. She just needs to find someone who interest her enough to settle down. So until then she wanders around, just having a bit of fun with the lesser races, collecting little shiny things the peek her interest, and just having a fun time.
History: Mariska's origins are unknown. Her old age and time of birth being back when many did not know of the Void Stars made it hard to know exactly what had created her. Many claim her Scarlet Red hair means she was born from the creation of Helia. When the great ball of fire first appeared in the night sky, yet other claim this red hair proves she was created from the energy of the first dragons. Niether theory has been proven, all anyone can tell though is that she was born from a place of higher beings with affinity for fire magic. Making Mariska's first few years a rather... "heated" one.
From the moment she was born she was powerful. Stronger than almost everyone she met, and with Izar not yet realizing the Void Stars were basically her children (as they were also born from the void) left the young girl with no one to control her. This caused the young girl to become a bit of a snob. Calling many of the races around her lesser beings, and backing up her claims by easily beating anyone who tried to prove her wrong. She started to develop a name for herself, many connecting her fiery personality to that of her scarlet red hair. Many people came to dread her existence, wishing someone would put her in her place, and one day something did. A dragon.
One day while boasting about her superiority a strange man came up to Mariska and offered her a challenge. Not able to back down without hurting her pride she agreed, this turned out to be the worst choice Mariska ever made as it turned out the man was a dragon. The dragon easily beating her with one large claw swipe against her belly, leaving a rather sizable wound across her stomach. Now even though Void Stars are a higher race like dragons, Mariska was young and also not aware of her status. she had been fighting only lower races and as such had only trained enough to fight with enough power to beat them. This left her with no chance against a dragon, but didn't stop her from swearing vengeance against it.
After healing up and being left with a scar along her stomach as a reminder of her failure, Mariska started to train. She wanted to becomes strong enough to defeat not just that dragon, but any other dragon that would dare question her superiority, She wanted to become strong enough to not only defeat dragons, but the gods themselves! It was around this time though that Izar started to figure out what the Void Stars were, and had finally decided to do something about them. You couldn't just leave a bunch of higher races to their own devices after all. Izar didn't do much after finding the Void Stars though. She simply told them of their origin, and that they worked for her now. Not that many complained though. Many Void Stars were attracted to Izar. Not in a physical way, but because she felt like... home. She was the living embodiment of what they were born into after all, and in Mariska's case. A reminder. A reminder that she not only had magical power, but power over the void as well. With this power over the void brought into her she only grew more powerful. Training herself more and more, hoping to one day beat the dragon who dared blemish her perfect form!
Although, as time went on she grew less interested in this goal. This lack of interest spawned from when she realized that she had outlived everyone she had ever known. Her friends, rivals, and anyone else's face she had bothered to remember. They were all gone. They had died of old age and had been replaced by their children, and as those people got replaced by their children, she realized something. Staying mad at something was pointless. Her anger was fleeting, and she bet that dragon hadn't even remembered what it had done to her. Mariska cooled off a little. she learned to realize that things didn't really matter anymore, and that the only thing that did matter was whether or not she was happy, and spending all of her time training to defeat a dragon wasn't making her happy. It was only causing her to anger.
Mariska spent the next many years just trying to enjoy herself. She learned that she did like training, but doing too much of it caused her to grow bored, so she found other hobbies. Like shiny things, and flirting with men who didn't realize she was old enough to be their great grand mother's mom! She started to be known less for her fiery anger, and more for her teasing and bubbly sides. Parts of her personality that only grew as she watched the world go by. As she watched Izar become a bit more professional about how she handled Void Stars, as she watched new nations and people spawn into the world, and as she watched herself become a more powerful magic user. Even if her body had seemed to stop aging, her mind didn't. She grew more mature and distant to the world around her, but didn't loose her more charming side. She felt that the dragon who had harmed her so many years ago didn't matter anymore
Likes: Men
Shiny things
Warmth
Dislikes: Boys (Or at least boys who think they're men)
The cold
Dragons
Other:
Name: Otiyx, God of The Traveled Road, His Mortal name is Alajhan Kingsland.Relative Age: Unknown
Gender: Male
Race: God
Home World: World Hopper
Appearance: God Form:
Mortal form:
Personality: He treats those he isnt allied with coldness, sarcastic and sass. To the mortal he tries to act human, with the whole range of emotions but they would call him an asshole in his way. TO his close allies and even friends he tries warm, old and friendly, showing his true self, a kind man.
History: Otiyx has always had issues with the gods, equal to most of them, stronger than others, he is old, even by god standard. He has sided with both sides of the spectrum, so quite a few gods dont trust him, thinking he is a spy for the other side. He now prefers to stay away, only coming out when called upon. His curiosity with these mortal has been getting more and more. He is a older god, just a less know one to the mortals, only a select few are missionaries for him in which he blesses them powers. His home he calls the Realm of Warriors and is a place of meeting for him and other gods and where he is most of the time. He will go to the other gods to prove himself as not the weakest of them all and once had done that, deafting one in a bout.
Powers: He can gift mortals simple magic powers, as very limited control of a element or some of his own powers, his strength and speed are X4 that of a humans, he can enter his bestial rage as the lion where he is in pure attack mode and has control over the sand and dust, he is good at speech and from time to time will have a flare of silver tounge and can be quite persauisve.
Strengths: His large synth pole is a weapon he invented and has become a master in it, able to deflect some things with it.
Weaknesses: His true weakness is his eyes; The radiate with blue energy but if you get a hit on him there, he becomes as weak as a normal man. Thats why he protects them at all times
Likes: Mortals, Certain Gods, Clay for creating obejcts for the mortals.
Dislikes: Death of Wrongful Cause, Certain gods, Invaders of his Home
Name: Verne AmbroseGender: Male
Age: 26
Race: Vroulikes
Nationality: Nomadic
Appearance:
Standing at a semi high height of 6'5" He is well built from his traing and usally has a sly smile on his face. He has salt and pepper hair, usally desheffle and pale blue eyes.
Religion: Kisosism
Powers: Besides his over the top endurance, a deadly training with the glaive and a cunning intellect to create weapons never heard of before.
Weaknesses: He is completely deaf and is a complete rebel to his faith but still believes in it.
Personality: He is very charismatic for being a tribe member, as he watched how others from other worlds act and have made a little note pad thing he keeps on him and learned how to dress. He hardly believes that his religion is woman superiority, he just knows that they were made in her image. He hates having to be serious from his days from living in the tribe but is serious in one thing-training. He trains and meditates everyday so he can prove himself when the day come.
History: Born in Vinnage Swem, Verne was actually first name Venerius. He was raise just like the others, in strict training and being taught his place as in the home. But around age 15, he started to listening to the merchants who came through, not many due to the river, at their lives where none or not many guys were staying at home. He started to rebel against the group. Then at age 19 he hitched away with a merchants group, wanting to see all the world. teaching himself how to use a glaive to deadly accuracy. For three years he worked for on the merchant ship, learning anything he possibly could. Then he left them and has been exploring the world(s) ever since. He never has plans to ever return to his home, not exactly scared just nervous of what they will think of him. He lost the hearing when he first tried to hit something with his glaive and smacked himself hard on it three times in the head
Likes: Coffee, the people of Ferros, Creativity, His Glaive, Thunderstorms
Dislikes: Rouges, Bulcky Clothes, The idea of Government,
Other: His Glaive(view spoiler) It is used for momentum fighting and needs two hands to use properly
Name: Russel "Rusty" Van AschenbrenerGender: Male
Age: 7 Years Old, Birthday on our calendar is December 12th
Race: Dragon Child/Ferronites
Nationality: Ferros
Appearance:
Dragon Form:
Dragonborn Form:
Religion: None
Powers: He has the power to turn into a dragon and a dragon-humanoid called a Dragonborn. As a dragon he can breath fire and is quite strong. As a dragonborn, he has a raised intelligence and speed.
He has a small voice in his head, it is ancient and powerful. This would be a part of Ortiyx, who gave him the dragonborn power, he chose this small child to be his new Champion. Rusty doesn't know that so he calls him Lion.
Weaknesses: Well he's basically a 1st grader, so he's almost dumber than a bag of rocks.
Personality: he's an absolute cupcake. He's curious about the worlds around him and wants to learn about everything. He especially loves drawing and drawing people in a odd cartoon way. He is painfully loyal, so if you gain his trust its really hard to lose it. He can be oblivious to a lot, also gullible. His mind probably is shattered a little but he can't even think of it until he's way older. He loves shiny things and the one thing he wishes is to go home to his family.
History: Russel was in a happy family of great artist, his father was a painter and his mother a sculptor. He would giggle every-time they would try to paint him and wiggle so they couldn't. As he somewhat older he, for an unknown reason to him he was given to a friend of his parents, a dragon child name Garrison. Garrison knew he had to keep the child safe, so he found an off area to encase him and sleep for his time until he could be a dragon child. Some hunter who were charged with killing dragons ambushed Garrison and since he was a smaller dragon, was killed while Russel remained inside the egg, dead asleep. When he hatched he learned of what happened and he cry for days. He then learned to control his powers. That took over a year. One day, he was swimming and noticed that his scales were growing quickly around and he grew to this 10ft tall dragon behemoth. He had no idea what is wrong with him so he ran as this creature, By the time he woke up from this..this thing he was on a boat, now he is working as a slave to a pirate captain, he is planning to sell him as a soldier to the highest bidder once they land. So now this very young boy who grew up very quickly now works all day and draws at night.
Likes: Art, Sand, Colors
Dislikes: Birds and Snakes
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Many creatures would prefer not to fight. But if your first instinct is to reach for your sword, you will never discover that.
࿅ ❀ || D e s t i n y ~ G a l a x y ~ T s u k i || ❀ ࿅
Nickname
None
࿅ ❀ || S o c i a l || ❀ ࿅
Species
To-be Dragon Child / Sister
Rank
um...idk
Powers
~ Destiny's powers usually reside in elemental magic. This power is more based on her emotions, so if she gets really mad, she can control fire, if she is really sad, she summons rain clouds. She doesn't have any control over it AT ALL. She's too young for that.
~ She can grant wishes...occasionally
࿅ ❀ || A g e || ❀ ࿅
Age
13
Birthday
February 26
Zodiac
Aquarius
࿅ ❀ || G e n d e r R e l a t e d || ❀ ࿅
Gender
Female
Relationship Status
Single
Sexuality
Straight
࿅ ❀ || A p p e a r a n c e || ❀ ࿅
Face Claim
Lucina - Fire Emblem
࿅ ❀ || D e t a i l s || ❀ ࿅
Hair Color
Navy Blue
Hair Style
Usually wears it free with a golden headband / tiara
Eye Color
Dark blue with gold flecks
Scent
Strawberries and Mangoes
Figure
Curved
Marks/Scars
None
Other
࿅ ❀ || F a s h i o n S t y l e || ❀ ࿅
She usually wears a strapless t-shirt and leggings, but occasionally she will wear her "armor".
Armor
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࿅ ❀ || H i s t o r y || ❀ ࿅
Destiny never knew her parents, only her older brother, Griffyn. He took care of her all those years, never flinching when she yelled at him, never getting mad when she did something wrong. He was the light in her life. He was the one who taught her everything.
They were hunted by forces of evil, and Griffyn was part of a secret society that hunted down these evils. The society got word that there was an especially powerful shades wrecking havoc, and when Destiny heard of it, she would not let him go. She donned his armor and took off, leaving a note for him to tell him where she had gone.
It was only supposed to be a trip to check on the evil that lurked beneath the surface.
A very important mission, and she failed. Had her brother gone, he might have succeeded, but she was too weak. Too inexperienced. Too driven by love to think of the consequences.
The shade overwhelmed her, but let her live, warning her that if she returned, there would be consequences.
As punishment, the society tasked her with killing the evil. Not her brother, not anyone else. It had to be her, purging it and ridding the world of it. If she did not come back, the Griffyn would be released from all charges. In the event that she succeeded...it would never happen.
It was an impossible task. The shade was one of the most powerful that had ever lived, and they knew she would not return from the mission. Griffyn pleaded for her innocence, but to no avail. If Destiny failed, then both she and Griffyn would be sent into exile. If they were ever seen again, they would be killed on sight, no questions asked.
She knew that it would be time to face the shade...face the fear that had been haunting her for so many years. But he didn't have to know that. He would just think that she was going on a vacation with her friend, and that she'd come back soon, safe and sound.
Little did he know, that she wasn't planning on returning.
The shade came in human form, holding an electric sword. It came in the image of her best friend.
She was armed only with a sword and the power of love. It wasn't enough, and the shade easily disarmed her.
It gave her a choice. Go back and let the shame finish her off and be cast into exile, or kneel to evil, and live.
I will not choose. Even if it kills me.
The shade reared up, enraged.
Then you shall die knowing you couldn't protect yourself.
She gazed straight into the shade's face, rage and grief taking her over.
This isn't about me anymore. It's about protecting my brother.
Just before the shade swooped down upon her, Destiny drew her sword and stabbed herself in the heart, committing suicide instead of letting the darkness of evil take her soul. In doing so, she killed the shade, but at a steep price.
As much as the wind howls, the mountain cannot bend.
As Destiny died, a dragon saw her act of sacrifice, and chose to reincarnate her using her powers of necromancy. The dragon brought her back to her brother and helped save her from eternal exile. Destiny has yet to go through the ceremony to become a dragon child, and has not found a way to repay her savior...yet.
࿅ ❀ || P e r s o n a l i t y || ❀ ࿅
General
❖ Destiny had a lot of practice growing up to endure pain and suffering. She can endure torture without emitting a single sound and doesn't cry out from it.
❖ Destiny often gets touchy about her past and closes up if someone tries to pry. She is secretive and mysterious around strangers, and sometimes, for no reason, she will wall herself off. Others often get frustrated with her because she becomes immersed in her memories, unresponsive on the outside. She doesn't make friends easily and it takes a patient person to coax her out of her shell.
❖ Destiny doesn't often show it, but she has a sarcastic side. She could get you laughing in seconds, but rarely does she after do it. She likes making good impressions, but others do not see the world how she sees it. She often has nightmares about the monster, which haunts her in her sleep and during the day.
❖ ((After Destiny becomes a dragon child)) it changed how she saw others. Destiny now has really high standards for herself (but she is fair towards others), and will beat herself up (metaphorically) if she does not reach her goal or live up to her own expectations. She also takes the blame if her group fails in something.
❖ Destiny HATES losing. She is a determined person, but a quiet sort of person, so others often think that she is spacing out or not trying. She is attentive and intuitive, finding the faults and strengths in others, and she is very fair towards others. She is prideful and used to believe that she could do anything, even defeat the demon.
Likes
~ Gardening
~ Winning :)
~ Listening to and creating music
Dislikes
~ Spicy foods
~ Ghost stories
~ Bullies, annoying people, etc.
~ Being beaten
Talents/Strengths
~ Fighting with her sword
~ Will never give up in a fight (fights till the end, the flip side of her weakness)
~ Analyzing a situation
~ Finding the weaknesses and strengths of others (yet she "can't" find her own)
~ Creating music
Weaknesses
~ Her love blinds her (sacrificed herself for her brother)
~ Her nightmares haunt her
~ Underestimated (because she is often quiet and doesn't open up)
~ Pride
~ Her emotions are often magnified (she gets REALLY sad, mad, etc.)
࿅ ❀ || R e l a t i o n s h i p s || ❀ ࿅
Family
Savior (Adopted Sister)
I'm not her child! That's just weird. We're sisters. Comrades in arms. Friends.
Brother (older)
❝Griffyn was my everything. I had never known my parents, and he was the one who took care of me throughout all of these years. But sacrifices must be made, and I had to leave him behind. For once, I was the one protecting him.❞
Face Claim : Marth (Fire Emblem)
࿅ ❀ || T h e m e S o n g || ❀ ࿅
♛ Halfway Gone (by Lighthouse)
Standing up is the first step towards finding your true self. Arise, and fulfill your destiny."
❅Name: Robert "Bo" Flynn Benoit ❅ Race: Moon Dancer, Vampire
❅Nationality: Ferros
❅Religion: None, He believes the gods to be nothing more than extremely powerful pricks
❅Age: 289
❅Gender: Male
❅Sexuality: Straight
❅Appearance:
❅Personality: He is a very closeted person. He is always around his sister as she is his voice. He usually has a frown on his face, or at least looking annoyed. Since he had his sister share the Chronal Disassociation they have a almost telepathy where they can tell how the other is feeling. He will stay in the darkness and just stare at you with his piercing eyes until you either leave or get very uncomfortable
❅History: Bo and Carrie Lee were born in Ferros. They had no father but their Uncle Simon from his side lived with them and their mom. They were very hard to deal with. They would be gone for days at a time, in a place they didn’t know. Until Simon had given them a bracelet that would hold them in this life at a younger age. Carie was a daredevil and Bo never wanted to leave, only wanted to feed if needed. Eventually Carie worn him down and he followed her, being her basic bodyguard. If they were to find someone to die, they would have a fun game with it, see who could trap them first.
❅Powers: Chronal Disassociation (view spoiler) In a nutshell, an extended, uncontrollable (without magic or tech) teleportation.
..Then You know, normal Moon Dancer Powers
❅Weaknesses: He’s a mute, and even if he could talk, he wouldn’t. He is paranoid that his sister will always be harmed.
❅Likes: His sister and books.
❅Dislikes: Everything else basically
❅Other: Cowboys and Aliens
HE thinks himself a wild man and an outsider in a strange and so a cowboy and an alien
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❅Name: Carrie Lee Benoit ❅ Race: Moon Dancer, Vampire
❅Nationality: Ferros
❅Religion: None
❅Age: 280
❅Gender: Female
❅Sexuality: Straight
❅Appearance:
❅Personality: She is the other side of the coin in the Benoit family, she is an outgoing and happy person. She believes there is still good in the world, but her job is to deal with the evil. When she finds a good egg, she’ll eventually convince Bo that their ok and will befriend them, but eventually they’ll go away, just like any one who she trust, or betrays her and Bo kills them in an instance. She then tries to find another friend. She can be persuasive and knows a thing or two on deception and getting what she wants in any situation.
❅History: Bo and Carrie Lee were born in Ferros. They had no father but their Uncle Simon from his side lived with them and their mom. They were very hard to deal with. They would be gone for days at a time, in a place they didn’t know. Until Simon had given them a bracelet that would hold them in this life at a younger age. Carrie just wanted to have fun and Bo was the stickler who dragged her back from doing anything to stupid. They branched off from their family and Carrie was ready to have fun by herself but Bo just had to come along with her to be her bodyguard. They have gotten this system, an almost telepathy so they can tell how the other feels.
❅Powers: Chronal Disassociation (view spoiler) In a nutshell, an extended, uncontrollable (without magic or tech) teleportation.
And Normal Vampiric Powers
❅Weaknesses: She is inexperienced in fighting and She isn’t smart, at all.
❅Likes: Bo, Flowers, People in general
❅Dislikes: Churches, Sunlight, Garlic
❅Other- (view spoiler)
(And Im done for a while)
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Name: Summer Rae AlverasGender: Female
Age: 17
Race: Half human-Half Vampire
Nationality: Elderos
Appearance: (view spoiler)
Summer has high cheekbones , beautiful blue eyes and soft, pink, glossy lips. She has 20/20 vision. Due to her half vampire traits, she is quite pale but with a mild human tan. She has a mass of beautiful brown hair which gives golden hues when in light. She mostly wears her hair in a ponytail or keeps it loose. In a word we can say that , she is a beautiful girl and can be intimidating too. She opts minimal makeup and mostly wears eyeliner, mascara and lip gloss but she loves having smokey eyes. She has a slim figure but is really fit. She is quite tall for her age and has long legs, making her very agile. As she is a half vampire, she has sharp white fangs, which she can contract and relax when necessary.
Summer's style and everyday clothing depends on her mood. Her style is edgy yet girly. She likes to wear clothes which are comfortable to wear but doesn't mind wearing fashionable clothes. She loves being classy and doesn't much goes out without her Gucci sunglasses. She prefers jackets especially black leather ones which gives her a biker chic look, and comfortable hoodies, sweatshirts and pants of light colour. She mostly wears jeans, shorts, skirts, tops, shirts but avoids extravagant gowns and dresses. For shoes, she wears, high tops, ankle length and knee length boots, sneakers, pumps and flip-flops. She usually wears dresses during occasions. She can be always seen wearing her diamond and sapphire necklace, which was gifted by her mother on her 9th birthday.
Religion: None
Powers: 1.Psychic powers like Telekinesis, Telepathy and Hydrokinesis which she can use to a good extent and helps in attacking enemies.
2. Most vampire abilities like super speed, super hearing,agility etc....
Species Specifics which includes Weakness- Summer has inherited a lot vampire abilities from her father. She has super speed and super hearing etc....She is stronger than humans but weaker than vampires. Her heart beats faster than humans and a flush of blood can be seen in some parts of her body especially,on her cheeks. She has sharp fangs, which she can contract and relax when necessary. She only needs human blood once in a month and can sustain through regular human food. She can walk easily under daylight. Summer has to be killed very brutally with a silver knife because her wounds heal quicker than humans but slower than vampires. She will stop aging at the age of 18 or 19 and is immortal. She is prone to mind attacks.
Personality : Summer is a quite a typical teenage girl. She can be really sarcastic and rude but is good at heart and doesn't mind laughing and being happy. She is very stubborn, short-tempered, and sometimes suffers from mood-swings. At times, she can be really serious and strategic about things. She is very determined about the things she does and is very clever and intelligent. She knows she is beautiful and can be a big flirt. Being a half-vampire and half-human, most of the time she feels outcast-ed by both the species that's why she doesn't like mingling with others and always sticks to a selected group of people. She is also not much confident, and wants to die like a normal human being, because of it. When things get serious, she doesn't like being emotional but deep down she always feels like someone is wrenching her guts and stomach. Summer also loves using her powers and learning more about them. She is not that studious, but there is always a thirst to learn inside her and can work very hard. She loves her friends , but most of the time she will not show it, and will do anything to save them, if they fall in danger.he can be very loud and excited but can be shy too. It just depends on the situation and of course her mood.
Overall, she can be a rude, and an arrogant girl but is very caring, defensive and lovable person.
History: Summer was born to Cameron Jones, a woman who is skilled at hydrokinesis and Eric Vincent Richard Parker, a vampire. Cameron was a native of Elderos while Eric was a nomad. They were deeply in love and got married but they had a major age difference. Soon her mother got pregnant with her. At first, they were really happy, but soon things started to go downhill. Her mother became severely ill but being a human with powers, she managed to give birth to Summer. After giving birth, their relationship slowly started to tear due to Eric's blood thirst and they became an on and off couple. Slowly, Summer started growing up. She grew up, half of the time with her mother and other half of the time, with her whole family. She started getting really irritated with the on and off thing with her parents. She loved her parents but after a time she started avoiding them, when her powers started getting public. She started feeling like an outcast and locked herself in her room most of the time. During this time,she started loving music and books. She also spent some of her time practicing her powers with her parents. Her parents are really proud of her, especially because of her powers. Things went bad again, when her vampire half-sister,Teala from Eric's marriage as a human came. After a lot of convincing by Teala and Eric, her mother accepted her but Summer started hating her. She went really angry and even attacked Teala, when she was asked to share rooms with her half-sister. As they started sharing rooms, Summer started going out. She started liking the idea of being a nomad and most of the times went out of her own. She also made a small group of friends during this time. Days, passed like this.....Her mother started loving Teala like a daughter and even Teala started adoring Summer and her mom, but Summer couldn't stop hating her and ignored her as much as she could. She started feeling more lonely,than she already was because of Teala and Eric being vampires and Cameron being a human. She felt like the odd one out.
Likes: Ice-creams, Burgers, Books, Chocolate, Her powers
Dislikes: Backstabbers, People who betray others and melodramatic people and situations
Other: Family; 1.Eric Vincent Richard Parker ; Father; 119
2. Cameron Jones ; Mother; Mother; 41
3. Teala Swanhart Parker; Half sister; 87 but looks like a 19 years old girl.
Name: AscyraGender: Female
Age: 28
Race: Time Seekers
Nationality: Wild Endeavour
Appearance:
She has brown wavy hair. A marking on the back of her neck shaped like a feather to represent her being a writer. Her eyes are gray and she has pale skin. She's never wearing the same outfit due to always wanting to look different everyday. She makes her own clothes.
Religion: The Concord
Powers: 1.) Word manipulation: she can use other people's word/memories of words against them. 2.) Visions of future and past
Weaknesses: Drowning, heights, Anxiety, Fear of Being Forgotten Phobia –Athazagoraphobia, paranoia
Personality: Creative, shy, outgoing toward the people she knows, funny, intelligent,
History: Ascyra was everything her parents didn't want her to be. She liked doing things that weren't fit for her role, things that she wanted to do. She wanted to learn things she wanted to not because she was told to or forced to. She wanted to gather as much information as possible. She wants to gather every bit of the past/future visions she has and record them. Like her, her father had been a Time Seeker. Her mother however was not. Her mother was a Vroulikes. Her mother has unfortunately passed away. Ascyra and her father are no longer close as they had been when her mother was alive. One night they got in a fight so bad that her father walked out of the house, and has been missing ever since.
Ascyra has continued her study of observing how different species react from a far and occasionally having conversations with a few. She has taken her visions and looks at them as different parts, but also has a whole. She hopes to one day have a vision of her father and be able to find him. She has looked into every area and often explores every place rather than staying in one, but the place she was born in was the Wild Endeavour.
Likes: Reading, writing, observing, learning new things, studying/researching,
Dislikes: arguments over nothing, people who don't act true to themselves, lies, drowning, heights.
Identity:
Name: Akira Tachibana
Gender: Female
Age: Appears to be 19-21. Actual age is unknown
Race: Kitsune
Nationality: Born in Veroth
Appearance:
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Hair: Long and thick reaching to her thighs. Naturally a purple tinted silver
Eyes: Big and round with thick cat like lashes, coloured a bright topaz that glows in the dark
Build/Physique: Small in stature however undeniably curvaceous
Scent: Jasmine and Musk
Animal form
Religion: Alieas
Powers:
Illusions: Akira can create singular illusions easily. Singular illusions refer to ones that are specific to one sense alone, for example, only visionary or only sound. She can do this with close to no effort required. However the more senses she attempts to imitate the harder it gets.
Fox Fire : Akira can manipulate fox fire. Fox fire is not a thing or object but more so beings and spirits, closely related to sprites. They have intelligence and as a Kitsune she has earned their natural allegiance as Fox fire is more drawn to and submissive to fox type Kitsune. She can use them to attack or create a wall of unbearable fire to defend. She can also use them as messengers or seekers, however has to give them some gain in return.
Weaknesses.
-Family problems
-Constant conflict of who she really is and whether she is someone of value
-Her tail. Depending on how it's touched it can be ticklish, painful or arousing
-Crying. She feels like a cry baby when she does so, so she bottles up all her emotions constantly
Strengths
-Extremely accepting of people from different walks of life
-Skilled fighter, though usually more defensive than offensive
-Quirky and sometimes a bit of an eccentric
-Straight shooter. She tells it as she sees it and doesn't beat around the bush
-Usually doesn't let people outside immediate family and friends see her more humble, kind and gentle side
Personality:
Akira is exotic and magnetic, as deep as the sea, and, depending on her mood, as calm or as tempestuous. She is extraordinarily intuitive and will be keenly interested in the esoteric, or any occult or spiritual experience that offers some kind of deep insight. She is in tune with the fundamental forces of life and nature and is moved by the great tides and events of human experience.
Akira should never be taken lightly. She isn't flaky, fluffy, or a helpless creatures by any stretch of the imagination. Direct, and brilliantly sharp, She only focuses on the fundamental essence of any issue and disregard the superfluous. She likes clear endings and beginnings, with no grey areas in between. Akira wants her certainties to remain just so – absolutely rock steady and assured. She wants to understand everything and knows how to craft just the right question to obtain the answers she seeks. She is intuitive, controlling, and sometimes self-destructive, but in all this she has a certain deadly beauty to her personality. She is fearless and stubborn and even when life gets a little tricky she merely takes it on the chin and keep going. Self-confident, resourceful, and strong, Akira is driven to succeed; She will work hard and is willing to sacrifice anything to get to her goals. She is also complex and secretive, choosing who she divulges her secrets to carefully. But true to the deep and secretive Kitsune nature, she will not be what you expect. Most of her character lies beneath the surface, and what she chooses to put on display may even be deceptive. This seductress may dress like a corporate nun in traditional dress – or a sweet little airhead without an agenda to her name. Don’t be fooled. Akira is a woman who knows her own mind and heart better than anyone else.
Her emotions run very deep, and so do the secrets. Her instincts are unerring. If murder is the path to power and success, she will take it. If the sweetness works better, she will switch lanes. Because, at the end of the day, Akira is all about success and doing the best of the best.
History:
Akira was an accident. She was never meant to be born. She was the result of a noble woman and a simple blacksmith. As children, the boy's father had worked in the royal forges and that was where he met a quaint and delicate girl who was an heiress to a noble family. And it was playing hopscotch as children and whispering meaningless nothings to each other as young teenagers they fell in love. But good things don't lat forever and it wasn't long before the boy's father was kicked out of the royal forges to be replaced by someone fitter. And it was the night before his departure where the sad boy and lovesick girl finally made their love to each other. And Akira was the unwanted result of than night. A complete surprise. And a pleasant one at that. Her mother's household was thrilled to have an heir finally after years of trying with various others. However when time came for her delivery, the only people present were her mother and her good friend the mid wife. The mid wife exited the bedchamber of the noble Kitsune to tell her family the child had been delivered dead. There was mourning a plenty and they gave the seemingly heartbroken mother her space. And Akira's mother was heartbroken. Not because her child had died. Her child had lived and she lied only to protect her from a life she never wanted her to lead. She cried because she had to let her baby go. She didn't want Akira to live a life bound to a castle. She took her silver haired bundle of joy into the night and to the doorstep of the simple blacksmith that had won her heart. Teary eyed, she looked up at a man so gentle and kind before handing over the only thing she loved more than him in the world. She told him the child's name was to be Akira and that she loved him more than the world before she used her noble powers to make him forget that she was noble. Forget where to find her. It was the best for both of them and their daughter. and then flying into the sky and vanishing from his life. He watched the beautiful woman of his dreams leave him with the child that was a result of the love between them.
Akira grew up surrounded by love and affection. Even though no one knew how her father had ended up with a child, it was an undeniable fact that she was definitely his. They both shared the same topaz eyes and unpredictable nature. Akira had been a handful of a child. Daring and alluring. If anyone dared anger her she replied with brutal actions and her reserved and seducing attitude couldn't keep her off the minds of her fellow kitsune, both male and female. However her father made sure to keep her safe from any harm. He was overprotective and this nature only further fueled her desire to defy him. When she was of age, she left home and travelled to other lands searching adventure and experiences with people of other races. Experiences she would never have had in her mediocre and normal life inside Veroth. Though she does return now and again to visit her father and reassure him she is doing well on her own.
Likes:
-Adventure
-Alone time
-Other races
-Fellow Kitsune
-Food
-Tea
-Pats, hugs and sleep
-Optimistic people
Dislikes:
-Judgmental people
-Selfishness
Other: She loved scratches behind her ear
Name: RenusGender: Male
Age: Unknown
Race: God
Appearance: http://img01.deviantart.net/096a/i/20...
Religion: Way of the Vagus
Powers:
God of exploration
As a god who represents journeys to places unknown, he has spent all of his existence exploring and mapping the world and learning all of its secrets. He always knows exactly where he is and the way to where ever he is heading.
God of lost knowledge
He remembers almost everything he encountered, and writes it down in his note books. He remembers knowledge that most of the other gods forgot about, and some that others tried to hide. He has gathered almost all knowledge there is in the world.
God of the wilds
He has a connections to the wild and untamed parts of the world, while he doesn't control them, they do help him and provide to some extent a safe journey for him, it also grants him the ability to talk to plants and animals, as well as the ability to grant them life to move and fight, though he doesn't control them.
God of journeying
While not the most agile he has an almost endless stamina and is extremely fast, surprising many with his speed despite his looks. He can keep traveling and moving for far longer then almost any other beings, almost always finding what is needed for him to continue his journey.
Weaknesses
Physical
While extremely fast and having a huge amount of stamina, he is physically really weak as well as very little training in physically combat, he simply can not fight with his body and dislikes fighting in the first place
Mental
He is unable to say in anyone place for long, at most he could spend a week in one place before the need to move on becomes too much for him to handle and he moves on. He also has a strong dislike of spending any time in population centres
Personality:
Kind and helpful, while he has little concern about what happens next and about the greater picture, he always encourages living a peaceful existence of just letting the world lead you to what you do next. He does offer as much help as he can, but mostly he just offers advice and knowledge, not staying long enough to be a effective helper. He has a good sense of humour and as long as no one gets hurt he doesn't mind tricks or jokes, even ones that get in his ways or delay something, to him that means very little. He cares very little for a greater picture or greater plan, he lives life day by day always just seeing what the world looks like. He loves the wilds and nature, and sees cities and towns to some extent, unnecessary destruction of the wilds. He also has very little respect for those who use violence for a answer or those who think fighting is some sort of higher calling. He is constantly trying to learn more about the world and trying to find things he doesn't know, he has an almost insatiable appetite to find things in the wilds, things hidden or simply lost. He does not give this knowledge away freely as some of it is dangerous and he does care about the world, he simply does not get involved.
History
From his birth he always had a connection to the unexplored, to the wild side of the world, always wanted to see what was there. He started to explore from a young age and since then hasn't really gotten involved in much, he simply just explored and gained information. While there is a religion around him, it is small and he rarely helps them out. He has changed as he got older, when younger he was much more rash and even a little more violent, sometimes getting involved in wars, but as he got older he simply retreated more into the wilds.
Likes
Peace
The wilds
Exploring
Dislikes
Violence
Cities
Stressing out
Other: He is near impossible to locate because of his speed and his constant travelling
Name: Saynar KabutsuSpecies: Demigod/ Furry
Nationality: Dobutsu no Teikoku
age:16
Appearance: He is a wolf Furry he wears a necklace with musical note on it that was given to him by his father when he learned Saynar could use the calls of all animals, a bracelet with a stone eye on it that represents his ability to see through the eyes of all animals he also wears a loin cloth to cover his privates. he has a very feminine build outsiders who have not seen him before mistake him for girl and are baffled and in disbelief when they find out he is a man this is made further hard to believe by his feminine voice and love for wearing dresses.
History: Saynar was born to the queen of furries ever since he can remember the followers of his father have worshipped him and his sister. One time when he was little he figured out how to use the voices of all animals after reading one of his fathers journals without him knowing. Once when his father had taken him and his sister out for a walk in the woods Saynar told his father he wanted to show him a trick he had learned from his journals Dobutsu was confused and curious at first however once Saynar began opening his mouth he figured out what trick he meant and he quickly shape shifted his hand into the hardest animal hand possible and put it over Saynar's mouth however the voice of all animals was still to much and it destroyed Dobutsu's hand and almost killed his son and almost made his daughter deaf after taking his children back to the palace and getting them healed he told his son that the call of all animals was a very powerful weapon and that it could deafen the largest armies and eviscerate anything at point blank range and that when used almost kills the user and that he should only use it if absolutely necessary. After this Saynar became very submissive to his sister and all females more submissive then even the normal male furries he also became more " feminine" his father once offered him his hatchet as he wanted to pass it down to one of his children and he had already given his daughter many weapons however Saynar rejected it saying " I have no need for weapons as I shall never fight such a thing is more fit for my sister or my mother" Dobutsu told saynar that it was one of the sharpest and strongest hatchets one could find and that he was already having a new one made but still Saynar rejected it so Dobutsu gave the hatchet to his daughter saying " If he will not fight you must protect him and fight for him". Soon after Dobutsu gave Saynar a Ocarina made of dragonite that he had bought in Rendell and had crafted by a instrument maker from Ferros, Saynar keeps it with him at all times and plays it when he is requested to by a female or when has nothing else to do and he has grown quite good at it.
Personality: Saynar is very submissive towards females and will not fight anyone in fear he will accidentally use the call of all animals again this also why he speaks softly he fears his own voice. He is very much a pacifist however if some one is about to kill some one he cares for he will not hesitate to use the call of all animals if it means saving his loved one. He loves playing his ocarina his father gave him. He highly respects his father and loves his sister and mother. He is a very kind and has a warm smile Dobutsu sometimes jokingly says "you take so much after your aunt I almost forget you're my son" Saynar just laughs a little when he hears this. He is very Feminine and loves wearing dresses this worries Dobutsu a bit but do to his easy going nature it doesn't bother him that much and he allows Synar to do this.
Name: Djaq
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Race: Dragon
Nationality: Heckadraggy
Appearance:
Religion: Fathamore
Powers: Blue Flames, Short Range Teleportation
Weaknesses
-Mental: He gets crippled by guilt... whenever he makes mistakes. Because he's made some horrible ones.
-Physical: He has a limp in one leg. Twisted from birth, it has never really healed.
Personality: Djaq is sort of cheery and pleasant, but also wily and witty. This sarcastic young, practically a baby, dragon. He's mastered language and is already out in the world, learning from his own, rather numerous mistakes. He's been dumped right in the middle of a warground and expected to know everything about how it works, and who is who and which ones may be trusted with what sort of things. It's overwhelming responsibility.
History: Djaq was a double-yolker egg. His twin sister lived with him for the first five years of their lives. He had a crippled leg, and... well, she something wrong, mentally. He was usually the one who had to watch over her, as their parents were usually off doing grand and noble things, leaving the two youngsters at home. Tired of watching his sister, Djaq fell asleep one time. When he woke, he searched everywhere for his sister... only to find her lying in a pool of her own blood, crumpled at the base of the steep cliff at the opening of the family's lavish cave. She'd tried to fly... while in human form. And he hadn't been there to save her, even though he was so close. Djaq has always blamed himself, and has never done very well in high-pressure situations. He doesn't like big decisions. He usually makes the wrong sort of decisions, and even when he doesn't, usually thinks of how close he was to actually making the mistakes, and stresses himself over everything. Everything at all. So... he hides his stress with jokes and light-heartedness. And he definitely avoids any real responsibilities. He was sent at the age of six to work alongside his parents. Being alone wasn't healthy at all for him. But the military life wasn't either. One of his most recent mistakes was assigning a totally drunk and depressed dragon to teach two new initiates, resulting in the injury of one and the loss of faith of the other. So... He really wishes someone else would take the reigns and let him live a little. Freely.
Likes: His Family. Fathamore. Pizza. Pie.
Dislikes: Responsibilities. Decisions. Memories. Being a cripple. Broccoli.
Other:
Identity:
Name: Mei
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Race: Vroulike/Ferronite
Nationality: She is a traveller
Appearance:
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Hair: Thick and curly naturally black waves reaching her waist
Eyes: Big and chocolate brown framed by short but thick lashes
Build/Physique: She is slightly curvy but because she is a warrior showing off her chest of little importance to her so she uses a bandeau to make build more athletic,
Scent: The sea and frangipanis
Clothing: Her tribal wear which consists of a patterned bandeau and skirt made of grass and hand woven cloth. She never goes anywhere without the oyster necklace she was given by her late mother.
Religion: Born into Ferros' Fire, however is not a strict devotee
Powers:
Enhanced Physique : The females always are at least above fifteen feet in height, however this is one trait Mei lacks. She has unnaturally high levels of strength, endurance, speed, and advanced reflexes and was raised to be a warrior, especially due to Vroulikes having a culture for fighting, allowing there to be thousands of fighting styles they could learn, all of which she had mastered.
Natural Gift : Mei was blessed with the natural gift from her late mother. Since she was a ferronite, Mei inherited her mother's knack for accomplishing anything she put her mind to. However her natural talent that flourishes due to this is her skill at crafting. Boats, canoes, huts, caravans. You name it and Mei can probably make it
Weaknesses.
-Her height puts her at a clear disadvantage
-The city. She can't the stuffy air and claustrophobic building arrangements
-Who she is. She is conflicted as to what future to follow
Strengths
-Sailing. She was taught by her father how to sail and navigate the sea the traditionally with way finding where she used the stars instead of a map
-Determination
-Courage
-Resilience
Personality:
It's easy to become a chameleon when you can change the way you look, and Mei is known for re-inventing herself. Mei finds it fun and exciting to change her appearance if for no other reason than staving off boredom. She is fierce and determined. Once she wants something nothing will stop her from reaching it and if she falls, she'll simply get up and keep going. And the worst mistake you could make is to patronize her for her height or what traits of her father's people she lacks. She will show you that her rage knows no bounds. But those who are close to her know her for only one reason. Mei is never boring. In fact, she is witty and charming as well as artistic. One outstanding characteristic of hers is to talk to a large diverse group of friends that come from all walks of life. To her, everyone has something to offer the world; the more interesting the person, the more interested she is in getting to know him or her. Mei is enthusiastic and loves living life to its fullest. As you might have guessed, one of the most outstanding characteristic of hers is her social skill. Remember the chameleon traits? This allows her to adapt to any social setting blend in. Mei is a very serious-minded worker, yet can be spontaneous and quick to react when offered the opportunity to have an adventure. Fun is addictive to her, just as becoming a workaholic can become a pitfall. Other contradictions can send mixed signals to anyone attempting to map out her personality because as soon as you think you have this elusive mystical creature figured out, she'll do a 180 degree turn on you and leave you scratching your head.
History:
Her father had been a Vroulike trader and traveller though unlike other Vroulike travelers, he braved the sea instead of opting for the calm roads. He was renowned for his skill at mapping the stars and manning a boat on his own and traveled to land where no other Vroulike had ever traveled before. And that was how he'd found the Ferronites.
Her father knew who Ferronites were. Masters of the arts and fire. What surprised him was that he found a tribe living right next to the ocean. Water was their weakness so why were they so close? He was welcomed with open arms and immediately began trading in their humble village. And it was there she met the village chief. Not a man, but a woman with beauty that exceeded that of what he'd seen in his own home. Like his own Vroulike culture, that village chose their oldest heir, be it girl or boy, as the future chief. And they both fell hopelessly in love despite how different they were. He loved the ocean and the water would kill her. Yet despite that they had a child, however told no one that he was the father. It would cause instability among her people. So she lied and told them she had been blessed by the gods with a child. And they believed because for years now they had been praying for an heir soon as if the chief was to suddenly die, there would be no one to success and their village would be left vulnerable. And when Mei was born there was heartfelt celebration.
Mei fit right in. While her people's skin was tan due to the beach sun, she was born with a sun kissed complexion and arm and kind eyes. It was as if she was born to lead. She was blessed wit unimaginable empathy and gentleness and her people grew to love her quite quickly. Despite the advancement of the Ferronites as a race, Mei's village was traditional. Not because they fell behind, but because they saw the damage that came to the land and corruptness that came with advancement and chose to stay and be content with the old way of life. It was one trait however that separated and isolated her from everyone else there. Her love of the sea. It was as if it called her name and from a young age she would wander to it, only to be pulled away. She was meant to be a Ferronite. Water was meant to be her kryptonite. But it was the complete opposite. She longed to frolic in its warm waters and her father encouraged her love by introducing her to sailing. He taught her all he knew and soon he said that she would be an amazing traveler. But her village and people needed her. They needed her to success her mother as chief and Mei knew that too. She tried her best to put her people above herself but no matter how hard she tired she wasn't able to resist. She made a boat, took it into the sea and that was the last her people saw of her. She now is a traveler and due to her clothing is easily mistaken for a very, very short Vroulike woman. She wants to adventure and discover new places and people.
Likes:
-The sea
-Sailing
-Adventure
-Food
-People
-Singing
-The night
-A soft rain
Dislikes:
-People who patronize her
-Ruthlessness
-Unsympathetic people
-People who don't listen to their heart as well as their head
-Being called a princess. She is future chief. Do not call her princess if you value your limbs
Other:
She has a stowaway chicken, quite a stupid chicken companion, HeiHei
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Theme song:
How Far I'll go by Auli'i Cravalho
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Name: Sasuke Dragneel
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Race: Dragon
Nationality: Soulion?
Appearance: https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/...
Height: 6'0
Weight: 135
Hair: Red
Eyes: Blue
Religion: Ferronites
Powers: Fire and Lightning
Weaknesses: When he some time rages he loses control. He his friends.
Personality: Quiet, smart, calm, cool, funny, caring and he has always been that way ever since he was born they thought it was unusual then figured he might be a quiet kid not wanting to talk a lot.
History: His Dad was a Full Dragon and he didn't know his mother. His dad said when he was normal Dragon slayer he met her on mission hunting down the same guy. But when he Was born everything was perfect until his mother was captured by a group called Venom Tribe and he had never seen his mother neither had his father. So his father trained him to use his powers until too he disappeared from his life. So he had been training most of his life looking for both of them. He found out when training he has the ability to eat fire and lightning to power up. He found out by falling in a fire burning building and the fire didn't hurt him neither did the explosion. So when he inhaled he sucked up the fire it boosted his power. When he inhaled from swim far to catch his breath he got struck by lightning in a storm and inhaled that too.
Likes: Friends, family, food, training, hanging out
Dislikes: Enemies
Other:
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Golden flames: http://pa1.narvii.com/5998/4ec1807c12...
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Stephen wrote: "Ah didn't you use this character back in song?"yes but this is V2
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Stephen wrote: "Okay how is he different person than the first because he basically has the same appearence personality and history?" his powers, him in rp its kinda hard to explain
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Please do not copy / plagiarize / cut and paste my template, character, etc. Thanks
Emotions guide our actions. They can help us walk in the light, or hide in the dark.
࿅ ❀ || A h l o h a n a || ❀ ࿅
Nickname
Hana
Meaning
Hana -- Happiness (Arabic)
Pronunciation
Ah-low-hah-nah
࿅ ❀ || S o c i a l || ❀ ࿅
Species
God / Goddess
Rank
God / Goddess
Powers
Hana can influence your emotions, naturally, because that is what she stands for. She can make you fearless, courageous, happy, sad, angry, and more. This, in turn, can manipulate your mind a little, and those she helps sometimes have a side effect of insanity.
Religion
TBM
࿅ ❀ || A g e || ❀ ࿅
Unknown
Birthday
Unknown
࿅ ❀ || G e n d e r R e l a t e d || ❀ ࿅
Gender
Female
Relationship Status
Single
Sexuality
Straight
࿅ ❀ || A p p e a r a n c e || ❀ ࿅
Face Claim
࿅ ❀ || D e t a i l s || ❀ ࿅
Hair Color
Lavender
Skin Color
Pale
Eye Color
Black with turquoise flecks
Scent
Lavender
Figure
Slim and graceful
Marks/Scars
None
Other
࿅ ❀ || H i s t o r y || ❀ ࿅
Hana is a young goddess, and interacts regularly with those down in the mortal world. She is known for being very hard to win over, but if you do manage to, she is a faithful and loving goddess. She is sometimes known as an embodiment of the nature of creatures itself. Hana took the rose as her symbol, and the swan. She can manipulate your mind, making you lose all control, and even driving you to insanity by playing with your mind.
Hana is the embodiment of emotion and the actions taken due to emotion
Emotions have the power to overrule all common sense...if strong enough
࿅ ❀ || P e r s o n a l i t y || ❀ ࿅
General
❖ Hana is a very kind and loving goddess. Others love her because of this fact. She is loyal and will defend her "chosen ones" to the end. Her weapon is often depicted as a staff with a marble rose topping it. Hana loves to play with your emotions, so if you are suddenly sad, or extremely happy, that's her fault. She can be mischievous and up to no good, but she hides this under a layer of innocence.
❖ Hana is usually a very neutral goddess. She isn't warlike, aggressive, or mean in any way. Her faults lie in her inability to accept the truth. If she does get mad, she is very passive aggressive, and takes out her anger often by making your emotions spike. She can't physically attack using her power, but she can make you hurt yourself if she wants to.
❖ She has a very weird sense of humor, and is often very bubbly and excited over the smallest things. She is picky about most things, including what she eats, so when giving sacrifices to her, be sure to know exactly what she wants. Her emotions wax and wane from day to day, making her unpredictable and sometimes seem a little insane.
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What do you all think of Saynar? I'm asking just because I like to know what people think about stuff I create.
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Name: Melena SytoeGender: Female
Age :Twenty
Species:Lion Furry
Nationality: Dobutsu no teikoku
Appearance: she stands 10"7 she is known as the most beautiful Furry she has a perfect figure and many have a crush on her she wears a skin tight shirt and chest armor as well as a loin cloth she has two cutlasses she keeps with her all the time and wears a pendant that symbolizes her position as the governess of Saban'na no tochi she also wears an arm band passed down through her family Dobutsu gave it to her ancestor as a gift after she helped him fight off a hoard of waste beasts that threatened the then newly established nation of Dobutsu no Teikoku.
History: She was born to the governess of Saban'na no tochi and raised in the ways of the furries she was an only child growing up and quite liked the idea of a female dominated society and believed it to be the best kind of society and that all other nations should do so.when she was appointed governess she met Saynar and Immediately fell in love with him she loved his beautiful songs and exceeding submissiveness she didn't even know he was a demi-god until Dobutsu introduced her to him she didn't want to seem weak so she treated him like all other men but Dobutsu could see it and smiled bit to himself he liked Melena and knew that his son would be happy with her however he wasn't one to push that stuff so he just left it alone.
Personality: She is very strong and has one of the most dominate personalities in Dobutsu no teikoku and enjoys females being dominate and has a strong belief that a female dominated society is the best type of society even to a point of looking down on nations that are not female dominated and shunning towns and cities in Dobutsu no teikoku that do not keep with the female dominate belief of the nation. Even though she believes a female dominated society is best she will do her best not to act superior during international meetings as she wishes not to cause a war or rift between Dobutsu no teikoku and any ally nations however if a male tries to act above her royal or not she will punch them no matter their rank or condition. She dislikes all men except Dobutsu who is a family friend and his son Saynar. she is a strong and just ruler even though she hates men she will not stand for anyone even a man to be falsely accused of a crime and hates the fact that the warden of the "Frozen hell" prison is allowed to get away with her crimes even going as far as to threaten assassination.
Gender: Female
Age: 24
Race: Vroulike
Nationality: Kragtige vrou
Appearance:
Apyle is a twenty foot tall Vroulike with long red hair. Standing as one of the taller women of her race, Apyle is a site to behold. Large and powerful muscles ripple across her body, while still holding an almost perfect hourglass figure. Her deep brown eyes and a big contrast to her long and fiery like hair. Like the rest of her people she dresses in a very tribal like way. Meaning doesn't wear much, but what she does wear serves the purpose of protecting her. Despite this, Apyle rarely wears the entirety of armor as she has quite a high level of pride and believes not many opponents can truly harm her.
Religion: Kisosism
Powers:Immense strength and size
Vast knowledge in many martial arts.
Weaknesses: Underestimates male opponents.
Doesn't know her own strength and can accidentally break things.
Personality: Apyle was born into the tribe of Doostad, and as such had been cut of from the rest of the world from being located in the center of Kragtige Vrou. Where many tribes who still hold the old beliefs reside. This means she is a hearty and strong woman, but also views men as lesser beings. She does the hunting, fighting, and the fishing while the men stay at home. As one of the woman from Doostad she also is very intolerable of men. Disciplining men who speak against her or don't follow her orders as quickly as she likes. This also goes for men she hasn't met yet and can spell trouble for any poor soul who ends up not realizing what she thinks of men.
Although she's a rather amusing person to hang around if you're a woman. She loves to drink, party, and rough house with women of any race. Having accidentally crushed a few of them in a drunken friendly wrestle. She's hardy and loud, and a rather kind person. As long as you can handle her strength. Her main goal is to empower woman, not of her own race, but of others. Because she knows women can be strong, so seeing men above women just looks foolish to her. A mistake she needs to correct.
History: Apyle was born into the Doostad tribe. One of the largest, most powerful, and (formally) influential tribe in the nation. They lives in harmony with the other tribes, and despite their relatively large size compared to the other tribes, never made a move onto another tribes land. They were respected throughout the nation for their strength, so when the men from other nations started moving in. A lot changed for the tribe. With trade being introduced with outside nations, the power in Kragtige Vrou shifted as those on the border got introduced to better and more powerful technology than those who lived in its center. This power shift did not cause a war, but the influence of many center nations shifted as their technology grew farther behind their piers, and with this change in influential power came a change in ideals.
Those in Doostad were surprised to see men starting to be treated far better than before. Almost as if they were.. equals. It disgusted many in the nation, but it was a change Apyla and many others in Doostad had to reluctantly agree with. As it was either accepting the men who came through their land, or get left behind in the race for technology. Eventually though, the tribe did catch up as a few brave traders traveled through the less tolerant regions of Kragtige Vrou. All the men who came through the lands came out alive, but some ended up with a black eye for speaking out of turn with the women of the tribes. Eventually they learned that if they kept their mouth shut, the tribes were far more friendly with male traders. As people started to understand the tribes more; many more traders came through, putting the larger tribes in the center at a place of power again, and what did they plan to do with this power? Bring Kragtige Vrou back to how it was before traders came into the land. With Women back on top and Men back in the house. With Doostad at the charge, and powerful warriors like Apyle in their grasp, the tribes sent out their warriors not to attack the traders, not to attack the other tribes, but to build an army. An army so strong they could take on lands past their forest. Spread out all across Rondamere, because if they couldn't change the ideals of their own people. Then they would have to change the ideals of those who were influencing them.
Likes: Strong Drinks
Hunting
Fighting
Dislikes: Men
Places built for smaller races
Small men who flirt with her.
Other: