Character Creation

[Eoraptor]

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[k.c.(Kthinker)]

Name: Feral Dobutsu
Age: unknown
Speacies: god
Gender: male
Appearence: He looks very similar to Dobutsu except he has dark purple skin and clothes. He has a very feral look to him with messy hair and horrible posture aswell as wolf fangs. He does not carry a hatchet like Dobutsu. He is capable of becoming a giant.
History: He is the embodiment of the chaotic side of animals and is responsible for feral behavior in animals and every dark thing about animals. He was discovered when Dobutsu was brought to a point of anger he had never been at before but instead of losing control Feral dobutsu came bursting out from Dobutsu's body leaving Dobutsu appearently dead he went on a rampage and was eventually contained and killed however after his apparent death he faded and Dobutsu reappeared and after wiping away the evidence of Feral Dobutsu he gave it the title of Feral Dobutsu and pledged from that point on to never let Feral Dobutsu out again hence his laid back attitude and his submissiveness. even though Dobutsu and Feral Dobutsu share memories they are two distinctly differant beings Feral Dobutsu being born from Dobutsu's rage and literally bursting from Dobutsu's body. Feral Dobutsu is rarely talked about among the gods and goddesses Dobutsu banned the very mention of Feral dobutsu among his followers. Dobutsu fears the day Feral Dobutsu comes out again and has made preperations should this happen.
Personality: There is not much to Feral Dobutsu's personality he is full of rage and is very ferile and enjoys chaos and destruction and unless you are a god or goddess if you ever come face to face with Feral Dobutsu may the gods and goddesses have mercy on your soul because he will not.

[k.c.(Kthinker)]

I decided to create this character because I realized I hadn't included anything in Dobutsu that showed the ferile side of animals and I thought creating what is basically the evil side of Dobutsu would be awesome and interesting

[Eoraptor]

Okay approved.

[Eoraptor]

Approved.

[Jaxon(Jax)[They-He]]

Name: Nora Schultz

Gender: Female

Age: 15

Race: Shifter

Nationality: Elderos

Appearance:

Nora has White hair and blue eyes, she usually wears an outfit similar to a school uniform, thats red. The bowtie on the outfit is yellow and the skirt part is a dark red. Her grey socks reach her knee and she wears white shoes.

Religion: None

Powers: (limit of two per character unless their gods or one of the higher races ex. Dragons.)): She can shift into any kind of cats except prehistoric ones. Her favorites are a normal house cats but she likes changing into normal house pets

Weaknesses. ((Must have at least one physical and one mental.): She cant swim and has a fear of heights

Personality: Nora is kind and loving, unless you messed with her. She’s not afraid to fight if she had to. She’s sweet and loves seeing new people. She loves animals, especially cats, owning one herself that she named Fluffy. She can be energetic at times when she wants to and is rarely seen without a smile on her face. She follows the rules and feels guilty whenever she breaks them.

History: Nora was born to John and Maria Schultz as neither rich nor poor. Both her parents where shifters. Her father was someone who used his powers for escape routes whenever he got in trouble with the authorities. Her father loved to steal which got him into trouble while her mother worked on cleaning the house. One day Maria had a baby girl, and named her Nora. She loved Nora as a mother loves her child. Nora’s father was mostly away making Nora unable to see him except during mealtimes. Nora started to feel lonely growing up so she was encouraged to go outside and meet new people. When she was 10 she got a new kitten that she named Fluffy because of how fluffy the cat was. She adored it. She was taught how to shape shift too but unlike her parents who had two things that they could shape shift into she could only do anything catlike. She grew a fear of water when she almost drowned but was rescued by her family.

Likes: Traveling, meeting new friends

Dislikes: Heights, Bullies.

Other: The face claim is Nao Tomori

[Eoraptor]

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[Elric138]

Name: Alan

Gender: male

Age: he's one of the oldest gods, but has the body of an 11 year old

Race: god

Appearance: he has black hair and light blue eyes, 140 cm, he wears black pants, white shoes and usually wears a red shirt, he wears a sword on his back, he's rather thin

Religion: none

Powers: (limit of two per character unless their gods or one of the higher races ex. Dragons.)): his strength, speed and endurance are boosted, he's also able to make clones of himself that can interact with objects, but disappear at the first hit, he mostly uses these to bring them to events he can't be at

Weaknesses. ((Must have at least one physical and one mental.): he is very naive so he's easy to trick, he doesn't have any offensive magic

Personality: kind and fun loving, but he can lose his temper easily, he has a lot of patience. he also is a fan of pranks. he's almost Always honest and hates it when he's being lied to. he also likes to traverse the nations

History: he was created as Firefly and the other gods started the song of creation, and got a body of an 11 year old to fit his personality, and first started traveling the world to discover the nations, in Elderos he noticed a girl he fell in love with, but due to his body, he couldn't make a relation with her, and he left the land in sadness and accidently walked into Alzarius and managed to spy on Tenderis' plans and got shocked by it, he went back to the Patheon and tried to warn everyone, but failed as they were too busy with their own problems

Likes: pulling some pranks
traveling
spying on people
tournaments

Dislikes: being lied to
people who do unfair things
people who don't respect him or don't tell him about certain events

[Eoraptor]

Excellent Approved

[ThePsychopath∞]

I think, big emphasis on think, that this is the right document, seeing as I have many "Work In Progress" ones. I THINK this is the finished article.

~Insanity~ ~Corruption~ ~Malice~



"I am the Nightmare that crushes your dreams. I am the bump in the night. I am your ungodly demise"
- Quote from the Dark Tome ; Morgoth ; Apparent words when first encountered

Personal Information

Name : The Exact name is unknown, but his followers simply know him as Morgoth

Nicknames/Titles :

Morgoth The Defiler : Given due to the taint he spreads to Lands
The Theragrid : A term local to Drakenhärd closely translated to "Malice"
Deferynthion : Another term, ancient in age which has lost its meaning

Age : Unknown
Race : Entity/God ; Daedlithic Religion
Gender : Male
Culture : Daedlith ; local to Drakenhärd
Sexuality : Limiting lust is a wrongdoing.
Relationship Status : Relationships are meaningless.
Date of Birth : Not Available
Place of Worship : Drakenhärd ; Rarely found outside
Affiliation : Daedlith ; Drakenhärd ;



"The Seeds of Hatred and corruption must be spread upon this pitiful land"
- Quote from the Dark Tome ; Morgoth ; First year of his rule

Appearance





Morgoth usually displays himself wearing a large suit of armour, emanating a darkness and corruption that would twist the minds of the weak to Morgoth’s bidding. It is cold to the touch, and contains a dark magic which would turn frail minds into simple servants for the darkness within.

Weight : Morgoth is an entity without definite weight
Height : He usually displays himself as approximately 6'3
Eye Colour : It is said that Morgoth displays eyes that are ice blue
Skin tone : Plain
Distinguishing features :

Morgoth, when out of his armour, has a face that simply displays that the years of immortality, or what existed before that, had not been kind to him. A large portion of his face has some form of scarring formed by blades of unknown origin.

Hair Colour : Morgoth usually portrays himself bald, no sign of hair on his head
Voice : Morgoth possesses an accent which originates from the territories of Drakenhärd, where people primarily speak in deep, gruff voices.
Facial Hair : Throughout most of his portrayals, he does not have any facial hair
Posture : He stands with authority, he has people to lead and he can't let any weakness display within his stature, not that there is any to show.



Personal History

Although the Ancient texts on Morgoth have once existed, many of these have either been destroyed throughout the ages or are guarded relics under the watch within the Black Citadel, a large structure deep within the territory of Drakenhärd. The exact rise to Godhood is unknown to even many of the most sacred and ancient texts of Morgoth, however, it has been suggested that Morgoth was once a creature of flesh and blood like any other Human within the lands. The records that predate to this time period have all been but destroyed, perhaps by Morgoth himself in order to remain unknown to his followers and the World that surrounds them, perhaps they were simply destroyed during their aging process. No matter how they were destroyed, however, all recorded information predating the existence of Morgoth as a divine entity within Drakenhärd has been lost. {{I do have a story line behind him that someone can discover if they try to}}

The first, publicly known, recount of Morgoth told in the Sacred texts tell of a terrible storm that took Drakenhard by surprise, devastating the fields and crops of those that came under the great winds, some texts even claiming that the storm tore entire villages asunder from the ground that they lay upon. It is said that, in the eye of this storm, a large shadow fell upon the village known as Krigstad, centered in the eye of the storm and untouched as the fields surrounding it were torn ashred, the hopes for a bountiful harvest to survive winter torn along with it. "Ac yna, mewn yng nghanol yr gwynt, sefyll rhywbeth fel allan or hunllef" {And there, in the middle of the wind, stood something out of a nightmare}. The texts write that a large figure, clad in an armour as dark as a night with no moon, stood in the center of the storm, his arms outstretched beside him and his palms facing the air above as if looking for some sort of power. When the figure turned his head downwards to the crowds of individuals looking towards him in angst and panic, he simply gave a chuckle of amusement. For he was Theragrid, a creature born of their nightmares and corruption, bred by the decades of hatred and anger that had found itself embedded into the lands. What happened next is often told differently in the different books of the age, however, it is widely recognised that Morgoth spared the lives of the peasants, providing a harvest unto them in exchange for their loyalty to the one true God, to the God of Malice.

The name given unto him, Morgoth, was not used until many generations after these events. The ancient texts tell of tales where the great Morgoth sat within his throne room, slowly increasing the amounts of influence he held over those who came below him, biding his time in a rise to power. He then appointed the first two of the Morgoth's Chosen, one an architect of great skill and the other a ruthless leader of the expanding Drakenhärd region. With these two, he ordered the construction of The Black Citadel, a daunting fortress within the snowy cliffs of Drakenhärd and the formation, as well as the continued development, of a military group that would defend the fortress from the men and women whom may wish to learn the secrets of Morgoth that were to be held within. Two decades later, the Citadel was finally accomplished, and each man who trained to join within Morgoth's Chosen went trials given by the God himself, ensuring they were just as corrupt as they needed to be, slaying any of those deemed too weak to fight in his honour. And thus, The Black Citadel was formed, and many ancient texts were hidden deep within its vaults, only to be read again by the highest members of the religion such as the Daethlic Seers.

In more recent history, the principle of two leading members of Morgoth's has been solidified in the creation of the Lord Commander titles. There have, however, been further developments of agents to Morgoth in other lands, simply calling themselves Inquisitors of Morgoth. In the lands of Drakenhärd, they are well known and feared due to their almost unlimited legal power that has been granted to them by Morgoth. Thus, any heretics that have been found within the lands of their jurisdiction are enslaved to Morgoth, driven insane and made to see the truth in their God.



Power

It would appear that all of Morgoth's powers have some form of control to them, or at least, he is able to grant the gift of becoming invulnerable to his influences over those around them. This is clear in that those who follow them, and in particular the people of his lands, remain unified in their obedience to Morgoth.

God of Corruption :

Morgoth shows a wisdom to those around him in attempting to gain what they wish, offering the temptation of mass wealth and unlimited amounts of power to those he wishes to inflict this upon. Their former loyalties and friends become nothing more than obstacles which hinder their ability to gain what they must, and thus those who are successfully corrupted may give in to the temptation to betray their former allies. This, in combination with the other powers of Morgoth, can condemn the mind to his ruling.

God of Malice :

As well as a corruption to betray the allegiances that an individual has made, Morgoth can embed an ill-will or desire to harm those around them, forming a hatred within their persona that may cause minds of those who are frail to inflict harm to those around them, no matter their personal opinions or the futility of the actions.

God of Insanity :

Rumours are spread that Morgoth and those who he has granted, namely in the service of the Inquisition, do not just influence beings by their sheer presence. Horrific tales have emerged of prisoners being driven insane, only to be given their sanity back and undergoing the treatment again. Morgoth has the power to influence a person to display severe Psychotic behaviour, but is also said to be able to mend this behaviour and return a person to a sane state. This has been used in the extraction of information from heretics, and their conversion to the Daedlith faith.

Limitations and Weaknesses :

Due to its obviously evil origin, Morgoth does not have an abundant amount of followers, though the ones who do follow him are often radical in their methods, especially if they are of an inquisitorial status.
If a mind is strong enough, it can resist the temptations that Morgoth besets upon them, effectively removing his ability to make them experience hatred and corruption
Morgoth cannot directly influence a person, but set a temptation to allow the individual to influence themselves in a way that would please Morgoth, and allow their minds to open to his influences
If someone has been blessed by another God, they are often invulnerable to Morgoth's direct interference
Morgoth possesses very little actual combat ability, despite the appearance he upholds.



Personality :

Unlike one might expect, Morgoth's personality is incredibly reserved compared to the texts of old that were written about him. He does not appear overly hateful or deceptive, instead, displaying characteristics of apathy and coldness, a calculative mind which suggests that his powers may not stem from a simple impulse to betray those around him, but a willingness to believe that the ends justify the means. Whatever the true intent is, he appears much more in control of his decisions than texts have once given him credit for.

It is clear, however, that although he may not go out of his way to harm those around him, he takes pleasure in harming people when he feels that they have crossed him in some way. If someone is withholding information from him, he will go to any lengths to collect it.

Likes :

+ Morgoth takes a pleasure in corrupting those whom he sees fit
+ Those who follow him radically
+ Knowing the fear that exists when someone sees his form coming towards them

Dislikes :

- Anyone who interferes with his plans
- The Nature that is placed onto the World, preferring a desolate climate
- Those who seek to earn something without any work being involved.

[Eoraptor]

Excellent approved

[Ilsa]

Name: Shiva Karasu

Nickname: Clawface

Age: 18

Date of Birth: 29th of February

Place of Birth: Drakenhärd

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Heterosexual

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Appearance:


Special Features: A greenish mark under her right eye, shaped like a claw.
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Personality: Cheerful and witty. Shiva likes to be able to combat her enemies without fighting, with just words. She usually makes puns or biting remarks about people, and doesn't cause much of a fuss at Fairy Tail, despite her background. For the most part, she's the ideal kind of member: very social, always asking questions about other people, and often doing generally 'good' things. Despite the circumstances she came to Souulion under... she appears to suit the 'good' guys.

History: Shiva's name roughly translates to Destruction-Crow. That's emblematic of what she actually was for a long, long time. She was born in the winter, on a leap year, on the expected fated day. She always thought her parents were completely loving and normal dark-god worshiping murderers. Shiva was her dark family's little puff of darkness and despair. From an early age, her magic was fostered and encouraged, with the entire force of evil grinning at every childish action, flop, and success. Everyone cheered when she read her first word, or when she played her first song on the Shamisen. It was almost a good way to grow up, really, in her eyes. And she grew up with a similar mentality; family comes first. And knowing what her family was... well, her moral compass took the greatest hit.

At the age of ten, she was participating in some of their punishments to the cities that stood against Morgoth -or couldn't pay the elaborate fines. Her parents weren't so monstrous to involve her in the killing just yet, so they held her back from the real combat, instead usually having her rip apart the physical defenses like walls or barricades. To her, she was just doing a really good job pleasing her family and leader!

At the age of fourteen, people were beginning to expect a little... more from her. Like actual bloodshed. Shiva wasn't sure that she wanted to cross that line. She still felt young, and she didn't really have an emotional tie to these fights. She didn't have hatred, anger, or any sort of motivation. Even when her parents started nudging her to join in a little further, at about sixteen, she was uncertain. Often, she made excuses, like didn't she do enough ripping apart the defenses for her god? It was easy enough after that point, wasn't it? This alarmed her family and those around her, but they didn't see what they could do about it without manipulating the situation and risking losing Shiva. So, they just put up with it.

Of course, then there's always where the tables turn. Her group of raiders was very good at hiding, thanks to its leader, who could turn the lot invisible and intangible. Efforts kept coming up in a wild attempt to finally crush this dark force that had terrorized so many for so long. As they couldn't find the source, they had to anticipate where the villains would attack next. Graphing their recent activity, they placed armed forces and hired mages in repeat-occurrence cities, where the raiders' activities were notorious.

It was supposed to be a routine thing. Get in. Rough up a few people. Maybe an "example" or two, and a raise the demand of money. Except, once they were in, they couldn't get out. The members of the cult were trapped all around by soldiers. Shiva tried to play something, to possess the armor, to send the soldiers swinging about, but the metal of the armor clanged together. It was like having a completely different, rebellious instrument. If someone hadn't been in the armor, it might have been a different situation. But as soon as she tried to possess the armor, the clatter broke the musical control. She'd wasted time, too, because at that point, two military/mage pairs were focused on her, the nonmagical charging with spears.

In short, the criminals were eventually beaten after hours of facing this real foe, actual trained soldiers paired with powerful mages. Both her mother and father fought well and refused to be subdued... which meant, of course, their lives ended there. Shiva was rounded up with the survivors, barely conscious, an acidic scar burned into her face.

The case was pretty simple. A bunch of thugs systematically robbed and murdered people for money and food. They were a toss up for life in prison... or death. They were scum. Who would defend them, really? So, death it was. Until the captured spoke up for the youth of the guild, begging at least for mercy for their younger members. This included Shiva. The show of humanity was enough to convince many that mercy should be shown. By a slim majority vote of the council, the raiders would be given life in prison, while the kids would be strictly monitored and released into foster homes when they showed enough rehabilitation.

Shiva took the longest time -two years. And even now, they're not sure if she's really actually given up her destructive ways. They have a blood trace on her, a sample of her blood that they can track if she ever does anything too suspicious. As she was eighteen, instead of finding her a home, the condition of her release was to join the 'good' army. Being the open sort of people these dragons were, she was allowed in... barely.

Shiva knows one thing about these dragons. Their children are responsible for the deaths of her parents.
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Race: Her mother may have cheated on her father with a powerful being, resulting in Shiva's ability.

Magic: Musical Possession
With her magic, she can possess any inanimate/unliving object. In effect, her music has its own soul and has the ability to act on whatever Shiva chooses. This can ultimately be very powerful, because she can control earth, water, fire, and air, as well as chopped/dead wood, or anything that isn't actually alive. If the tune is more complex, she can multitask much better. In effect, she can have what she is currently possessing contribute to the melody by adding a beat or a specific sound, like the wind, increasing her own power.

Weapons: Her Shamisen and her voice, though she speculates that she could use any instrument to work her magic -with enough practice, that is.

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Weaknesses:
~ Enough clamor can break up her melody, effectively stopping her magic in its tracks -but do it quickly! Her melody can get powerful if it progresses long enough, possessing things and having them join in the song.
~ She cannot possess anything alive. No plants/trees.
~ When facing down an opponent, she has a strong apprehension to killing, and often cannot work well in close range. If you get close enough to her, you can pretty easily physically stop her.
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Family: Her parents are dead, her friends imprisoned.

Crush: Is it you? OHMIGOSH, IS IT??

Relationship Status: Single

Theme Song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k4DyQ...
(Directed at her parents, after their deaths)

[Eoraptor]

Also Ilsa your character's approved

[Ardent || LoveArdent || Raya]

Please do not copy / plagiarize / cut and paste my template, character, etc. Thanks. I want her to be unique :)



I wish...well, don't we all?

࿅ ❀ || A l a i a || ❀ ࿅
Nickname
Laia

Meaning
I just like the sound of it XD

࿅ ❀ || S o c i a l || ❀ ࿅
Species
God / Goddess

Rank
God / Goddess

Religion
She has an unofficial following who call themselves the Dreamers

Powers
Laia can grant any wish, making her a popular goddess. If you don't have a goal or are feeling stuck, she's the one to pray too. She can manipulate your dreams, and if you end up having a dream that seems so real you can feel it...that may be her doing. She can influence others using the realm of dreams, or just by sending you a "wave" that creates an intense feeling that leads to a wish, a dream, a hope...She can be a very powerful enemy if you antagonize her.

࿅ ❀ || A g e || ❀ ࿅
Unknown, but often appears in the human world as a 13 year old child

Birthday
Unknown, but claimed to be the date of Wishing Day

࿅ ❀ || 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 || ❀ ࿅



(except with blonde hair)

Face Claim

࿅ ❀ || D e t a i l s || ❀ ࿅
Skin Color
Tan

Hair Color
Blonde

Eye Color
Sea-blue

Scent
Roses

Figure
Light and lithe

Marks/Scars
None, although when she is granting wishes, light is branded onto her skin in the form of intricate swirls around her wrists

Other
she is extremely light due to the fact she is half air

࿅ ❀ || H i s t o r y || ❀ ࿅
The Legend -
Laia wasn't "born", she was made. Her body was crafted from clouds, the night, air, and starlight all coming together. She popped into being, and legend has it that a human raised her until she could rise up into her proper place amongst the stars. Other stories tell of a nightingale that sung for her, and kept her company, until she was strong enough to return to her birthplace. When she was lost, that nightingale is said to return and guide her home with its songs.

Present Day -
Laia has always been depicted as a child of night. Her powers lie in wishes, which are often done at night on a shooting star, and in dreams, which are made at night. This is why she is often considered nocturnal, because she spends so much of her time awake at night and sleeping during the day.

Many times, she will sneak into human villages and give dreams to the ones who need them. She has a tendency to go on her own, but sometimes she will meet up with her human friends. Rarely does she bring along another god. She has only done that once, and that god betrayed her later. Laia has attempted to bury this story in history, but it is for her to tell at her own leisure. Ask her if you want to know.

At first glance of Laia's home, you might find that she can appear to be a little greedy. Her house is filled with treasures, most given by her worshippers, but many are coins. These coins are ones that people wished with, ones thrown in fountains, wells, etc. Once they are 'wished on', as she calls it, an exact copy is transported here, to be treasured by her. Most do not know about the coin collection, but her treasure and beauty is famed and admired and lusted for by many. She has had more than one person try to steal something from her, and it has always not ended well.

Symbols -
Laia's symbols are the penny, which is often thrown in fountains to make a wish. The North star, which symbolizes a fixed point for her, shooting stars, meteors, and comets, which she admires (and because people wish on them). Eggs are also like a promise or a wish, so she adopted them as her symbols.

Her animal symbols include the nightingale. Not only because it worships the night, as she says it, but also because it sings a song of longing.

Longing and wanting are the same. They both hold power in my world, because, as I see it, it is the mark of someone who wishes for something they don't have.

Holidays -
Laia's followers celebrate New Year's, because it is a time to shed the old and welcome the new (year). She believes that the goals that people make during this time have the power to change the world. Of course, more than half of those will go down the drain, but who knows?

Laia's followers also celebrate a day known as Wishing Day. Wishing Day is where everyone is given a free penny, and they proceed to a fountain that is said to be built by Laia herself. It depicts a trio of a nightingales, wings spread wide and beaks open. The water sprays from the beaks. They each wish on a penny, and throw it into the fountain. If one can land the penny in the desired spot, directly on top of the main nightingale's head, he or she is said to be blessed and their wish will come to pass...eventually. Laia often likes to celebrate by plucking random dreams and wishes from others' heads and granting them for fun.

This world needs a few more wishes granted. What harm can it do? I mean, I wasn't the one who made the mess. I'm trying to clean it up.

࿅ ❀ || P e r s o n a l i t y || ❀ ࿅
General
❖ Laia loves granting wishes for others, but will happily punish those who don't respect her or the power that she gives them. Laia cares a great deal about respect and honor, and the ideals she holds are often related to fairness and justice.

❖ Laia can actually be quite charming when she wants to be. She can be benevolent and friendly, but rarely will she become completely open to anyone. She tried this once, and that god betrayed her. But once you stick with her for a while, she will warm up to you and become more open. She has this sort of funny, irresistible charm to her that makes people want to know her.

❖ Often, Laia can come across as cold and calculating. But this is because she has never known love. She distances herself from others in order to protect those around her. Laia is calm in any situation and is a rock in a fierce storm. She knows how to make sacrifices, but will only sacrifice what is rightly hers, not risk others. She is cool and collected, and has many centuries to master the art of the 'poker face'. Laia is known to bundle her emotions away until they explode, sometimes a few decades later, and is sometimes seen as unstable among other gods.

❖ Laia is not someone you want to cross. Most often, others will come to her for favors, advice, or guidance. She holds grudges easily, but if you get to know her, she is a very entertaining and hilarious person. She knows what to say and what not to say, and she is a moral booster. Laia's wish granting abilities have caused her much trouble in the past, but she hopes to leave it all behind her. Obviously, others seek her out, and others hope to capture her and use her for their own uses. Laia often gets caught up in the past and what she didn't do and what she could have done.

❖ Laia has often found it hard to believe in herself and step up. She often hangs in the shadows, and although she wants to be known as more than a goddess-genie, she feels that she doesn't have the will to do it. She struggles with self-confidence, but hides her problems day by day.

❖ Laia is very territorial if you get into her personal bubble, and more than one person has tried to get closer to her than she wanted. She can become fierce and aggressive if needed, merciless in extreme situations. If you touch her in a way she doesn't want you to, she will rip you to shreds. If you touch her stuff, she will rip you to shreds. If you trespass, on her home or onto her, she will rip you to shreds.

Likes


~ Nighttime and stargazing
~ Astronomy
~ Quiet places
~ Respectful people and visiting temples (any temple)

Dislikes
~ People not respecting what they have, people around them, or their gods
~ People / gods who wish harm to others, they who wish just for their own advances (ex to satisfy their own lust)
~ People / gods who do not take into consideration what their wishes might do to the Earth if unleashed

Talents/Strengths
~ Her powers (granting wishes, remember?)
~ She has a talent for keeping secrets and hiding her tracks (sneaking out at night)
~ It is very hard to catch her. She has trained herself to be on the lookout, in case anyone ever betrays her again.

Weaknesses
~ She has a particular hatred for hot, blindingly sunny days. They irritate her
~ Laia can't resist the call of a heartfelt wish. Although she can often "end" the call, it tugs her like a line attached to her. She has been lured into a trap before because of this.

࿅ ❀ || R e l a t i o n s h i p s || ❀ ࿅
Family
Mother
❝I WISH I had a mother. All of my human friends, their mothers are so nice...❞

Father
❝Fathers are something I have never experienced.❞

Crush / Mate / Spouse
❝Does it come surprising to you that someone such as me has felt no love? I am seen as an object, a genie at your service.❞

࿅ ❀ || T h e m e S o n g || ❀ ࿅
♛ I've Got the Magic in Me (B.O.B)

[Benny Boot]

Name: Bear Terian

Gender: Male

Age: 20

Race: Vroulike

Nationality: Kratige Vrou

Appearance:
He would the guy. With dark green eyes, only a bit darker than his sisters. With sharp features on his face and jet black hair and beard, he is decent looking. Bear has tan skin and a little birthmark on his stomach. He shares a lot of his looks with Aidan

Religion: Kisosism

Powers: An enhanced body (strength, speed, ect) and the ability to ''talk'' with his bear cub, Trinket

Weaknesses: He is easily distracted and he tends to be pacifist to the point he won't hurt anything unless it comes to defending his sister or to survive.

Personality: Bear is quiet, When he not around his sister, he almost never talks, but is polite when he does. When he is around her though, he is talking and is an absolute sweetheart. He is fiercely protective of his sister and his bear cub, Trinket. He is an angry spirit and his sister is the extinguisher, for putting it into a metaphor.

History: Life had been bit of a hell for Bear. His sister was born small and he was the same height as her, so the had constant fights with other who thought it was funny to pick on her. Their father left at very young, but their mother chose Bear as her golden child, again, just because of his sister's height. He would stick by her side, training and working on things with Aidan so sh could be like the other Vroulikes. He was in the woods when he met a very old man..with a giant black bear mother as a pet. They talked for hours and as a gift, the shaman gave him one of her cubs. He named it Trinket. He then returned home and showed Aidan the new pet. No one ever beilved how he got it. And that is to present day.

Likes: Aiden, Trinket, Kisose

Dislikes: About everything else

Other: HIs weapon of choice is a Morningstar (view spoiler)[ (hide spoiler)]

[Cas]

Name: Aidan Teiran

Gender: Female

Family: Twin brother, Bear Teiran

Age: 20

Race: Vroulike


Nationality: Kratige Vrou

Appearance:

Below average size height for the female Vroulikes, but matching her twin brother in size. Adian still holds the beauty of her ancestors who lived before her.
Aidan has emerald green eyes and long mid-back, pitch black hair. She has tan skin, with black birthmark tattoos are her back and right forearm. Most features on her face are sharp and fierce looking, except for her eyes. Aidan and Bear both have the eyes of their mother and sharp features of their father.

Religion: Undecided

Powers: High levels of strength, endurance, speed, and reaction time.

Weaknesses: Adian, being smaller than normal is rather sensitive when it comes to her size, but never underestimates a female Vroulike, no matter how small, her personality still packs a mighty punch. A physical weakness of Aidan, being small in stature means that her body didn’t reach normal height, meaning that she is 20 years, yet has a younger body, which limits her in the amount of strength she can use at one time.(Sorry if that's confusing...)

Personality: Aidran stays quiet most of the time, just watching and observing the other girls in her society, trying to catch up on the skills she didn't get to learn. The fact being she still looks up to the other female Vroulikes regardless that they treat her poorly, but only in an attempt to get on their good side. At times she has to bite her tongue and not release the nasty comments and let her anger get the best of her. She is easily angered when anyone brings up her lack of height or the fact that she can't hunt with the rest of them. Aidan knows her brother would do anything to protect her, so she tries not to cause trouble, although it seems to follow her everywhere.

History: Life for a Vroulike isn't easy as it is for a normal sized female, so to be the size of her twin brother Bear Teiran, life was difficult growing up, to say the very least. Early on in the twins life they were treated poorly,since both grew up smaller than the rest, though Aidan got the worse of the beating. Her brother always stood up for her, but as a result he got caught in the cross fire if the nasty comments. The twins father left at an early age, ashamed of having brought for a daughter who wasn't enough, who wasn't tall enough. Their mother didn't particularly care for Aidan and her small size so she favored the “normal” child, Bear, more, but never in front of the other woman. Being the sister of Aidan, Bear got ridiculed more than the other males, and was treated poorly also. As the twins grew into their teen years, the bullying calmed down a bit but was still present. Aidan constantly pressured her brother to help her train and learn skills that the other females already mastered, and persuaded Bear to learn some as well. One day, (random I know), Bear Teiran came home with a bear cub. He kept it a secret from everyone except Aidan, thinking it would cheer her up about her whole situation. ((Then its present day, so that's all for history))

Likes: Aidan encourages her brother to open up to more people, yet he doesn't so they end up doing a lot of things together. Aidan doesn’t agree to the rule of her society so she takes matters of learning to hunt into her own hands, she goes behind the backs of the other female Vroulikes and trains, her brother sometimes comes with her. Since she is already looked down upon by the other female Vroulikes, Aidan tries to make friends with the male Vroulikes, some accepting her, some reject her attempts at friendship.

Dislikes: Aidan secretly dislikes the female Vroulikes since they treat her as if she was a man, but she has only one good female Vroulike friend. Her size gets on her nerve but she enjoys being the same size as her brother, Bear Teiran. Aidan hates the fact that she cannot join the other females in their hunting exploration, but sneaks out and watches and trains at night.

Other: Aidan holds a secret weapons stash, hidden from the rest of the world. Where she and Bear goes to train.

[sucre'd fiend]

Approved

[Benny Boot]

Name: Cyrus Hellsheild

Gender: Male

Age: 19

Race: Cremat

Nationality: Crematian

Appearance:
Cyrus is a very handsome man. He has dark brown hair and that slowly turns to a reddish color. His eyes are almost like amber. He tends to smile as he tries to cover up the fact he has no idea to be social. He works out a lot for his life style so he is built to be lean. His right leg looks slightly off and kinda bent out of shape. He has markings up down his arms, either from ink, burning himself or from the type of magic he does.

Religion: Sun Worshiper/Monk

Powers: He really has only power through his meditation. He can channel power to his body parts to make a punch feel hard as steel. He also has the power of breathing, and only breathing fire if he is to drink some kind of liquid.

Weaknesses: He has a terrible limp and usually has to walk with the use of a cane. Cyrus other weakness is the fact he is a very awkward person

Personality: Cyrus is...well complicated. The only thing that he is able to speak fluently without stuttering or turning it into a spiral of nonsense is religion. Thats why he tries to be quite. Its not that he is flustered, it is mostly just a speech impediment. He is a really good hearted man and tries to help out people when he can. He is wise, understanding many things that are very beyond his age. His meditation and training come from a self practice called The Order of The Monks. It is teaching about training to be enlightened and is the leader of it.

History: Cyrus was born to radical parents in the deserts of Cremat, he was born a cripple, his leg bent all out of shape. They tried to drill in his head the idea of burning everything in the cleansing fire and for awhile, he believed it. He followed the light but at about age 14 he learned that maybe this wasn't the right way. He wished to learn, so he left his parents. They didn't even care he left, they just figured he was going to preach the word of Helia. He went around the entire nation learning what he could for 3 years. Thats how he learned the principles of what he formed the tenets of a new "religion", though anyone can practice it and still worship anouther god, itt is a way of thinking and a code of conduct. He has gain a small following from across the cosmos, but he remains a both unknown as the writer of the Book of The Order(They think it is written by a goddess named Aphine) and a wanderer, still trying to learn what he can. He has time to time followed these radical worshipers, more to study them than anything. He disguise himself just as some cripple of a homeless person. He keeps with him a Book of the Order with drawing he thinks of and notes to on with, and a bag to hold that and other essentials.

Likes: ALL of the gods, his followers,The moon and magic

Dislikes: The cold, Blind faith, and his bloody leg

Other: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gu2pV...

He loves to sing and when alone will just sing a lot of songs, he's got a gravely-ness to it and is quite nice

[Soul Stealing~ Come and Play on the Dark Side]

WIP

Name: Luciana Clares
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Race: Wilding
Nationality: Shadowlander
Religion: Path of Izar

Appearance:

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Powers:
Charm ~ She uses her ability to analyze a person through their appearance, expressions, and actions to create a magical persona that allows her to slip passed a person's mental barrier. This however drains much of her energy so she usually just uses this to skip out on the dinner tab.
Transformation ~ As with all wildlings, she has the ability to transform herself into a small arctic fox. However, since she was raised away from her people she finds transforming back to be a rather difficult process.

Personality: She’s a rather sweet, soft spoken, and homely girl. She's always willing to go the extra mile or even hurt herself in order to help others; which needless to say makes her stand out in all sorts of bad ways.

History: Growing up she could always tell that she was different from others; However, it never really bothered her until people began whispering about how much of a 'dysfunctional' shadowlander she was and how she was such a disappointment to her parents

Weaknesses:In terms of strength she can barely lift 50 lbs and she is extremely sensitive to comments about her ears and tail; and whenever people yell at her she reverts to a quiet doll like state in fear.

Likes: Books, music, and singing.
Dislikes: Spiders, loud noises, and loud people.

Other:

[Eoraptor]

Sorry this took awhile to get to Robert but your new character is approved.

[Aaron]

Name: Vangtresar

Gender: Male

Age: Unknown

Race: God

Nationality: Unknown

Appearance: Usually a being that's half dragon and half human, carrying around a giant sword that is also a boomerang. His horns are a combination of a ram's, a bull's, and the antlers of a deer. His scales are red.

Religion: Follower of Aesail and Fathamore

Powers: Nature Manipulation (only works on vines and trees), Animal Speech, Spirit Control (only works on the dead spirits of wolves, usually), Modest Wisdom.

Weaknesses: Physically, he is no slouch, but he does have one scale missing right above where the slope of his nose meets his forehead, and mentally he's prone to preening himself and inflating his own ego.

Personality: He's usually cool and even-tempered, as long as you give him his strange beverages that he claims have no alcohol in them and yet are capable of having the same head of foam as a pint of beer. Otherwise, expect him to be indifferent towards you, and if you even mention trying to chop down his trees he snorts once and sends out a small cloud of smoke from his nostrils, and then says something about there being a contract that no being will harm a giant swathe of forest without due cause, war not being one of those causes that he will permit a forest that he resides in to be harmed.

History: There is none to speak of, though he has been known to take the souls of beasts into his care until one of the Gods of death come to collect them. He is also frequently visited by a large dragon that has scales similar to his. Other than that, no one actually knows anything about him or where he came from. It is said by a few of his followers that their own god worships two others, the first being Aesail which they say he has a thing for, and the other being Fathamore, and they say that Vangtresar once lived among the Dragons, and that he worships Fathamore just as frequently if not more so than Aesail. The Dragon often leaves after just two days, though he has stayed for longer periods of time before.

Likes: All of Nature, Aesail, and anyone who brings him his chosen beverage.

Dislikes: Tenderis, Aggressors of the Forest, and those who won't show him the proper respect.

Other: He knows he's a minor God, but that doesn't mean that he doesn't wield power on the same level as the others.

[Eoraptor]

Okay I guess that's enough, approved

[k.c.(Kthinker)]

Name: Kisomse Kabutsu
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Nationality:Dobutsu no Teikoku
Species:Wolf furry/Demigod
Sexuality: Bisexual
appearence: she has Black fur and red eyes taking after her father, she is seen as the second most beautiful woman is Dobutsu no Teikoku, she has large perky breasts, she wears a breast plate given to her mother and a short shain mail loincloth she also carries a hatchet given to her by her father, a shield and sword given to her by her mother and a giant spear given to her by her Vroulike mentor, she does not wear makeup even when going to differant nations or interacting with dignitaries from other nations. she also wears a a gauntlet with a peice of dragonite in it that can be used to give her an extra boost of power if needed and a necklace with a tigers claw made of steel on it it was given to her by her father when he discovered she could use the abilities and strength of any and all animals.
Powers: She can use the abilities of any animal just as dobutsu can. She can also use the strength of any and all animals however she prefers to use her own strength and doesn't like resorting to using the strength of animals and sees it as a sign of weakness when she does. her and her brother's powers combined are almost equal to their father's however neither can create animals as their father can. she also has a Feral form however she finds it much easier to suppress then her father and this form has never come out it was only discovered when she started hearing a voice and was examined by Dobutsu himself who cursed Feral Dobutsu for quote" making his child suffer as he does." the trigger is presumed to be the same as her father's and it is believed one would have to kill her whole family to get her angry enough for Feral Kisomse to be released which shows how much better her control over it is compared to her father's control over his Feral form.
personality: she has a very strong and dominate personality she also enjoys drinking and battle and sex she has a very indulgent life style and is often drunk unless there is to be a battle for as she says"why drink before a battle it is something I want to remember." She enjoys a good fight and can often be found sparing or drinking or doing the dirty however during war she is very differant taking on a more serious attitude she is after all the top general of Dobutsu no Teikoku's army and the princess. Dobutsu sees her behavior as fine as being a Demigod her organs aren't damaged by the alcohol and she pays attention to her responsibilities however he keeps an eye on her when she drinks which is often. she kicks the ass of anyone who hurts her brother no matter who they are.
History: she was born to the queen of Dobutsu no Teikoku and the god Dobutsu she discovered her powers when she was playing in the woods one day her father was watching her and was happy to see her daughter had discovered her powers and that they weren't hurting her however the tree she accidentily used them on was very much destroyed she was taught how to control her powers by her father and it didn't take long for her to get use to them at age six she went to Sterk Meisie for training she trained there for nine years and was taken care of by a very skilled Vroulike who also housed her and taught her to hunt and was her mentor she adopted the same mentality as Vroulike females and became a devout follower of Kisose during her training she never used her powers because she wanted to make herself strong and saw her powers as as she puts it"the strength of the creatures my father created are his strength I don't want or need to rely on any man's strength." When her father gave him his hatchet and told her that her brother had rejected it and that it was her responsibility to protect him after this she pushed herself even further almost killing herself several times she got herself strong enough to where she was able to defeat the strongest Vroulike in Sterk Meisie and is rumored to be the strongest in Dobutsu no Teikoku even rivaling her father's strength. She was freaked out when she first heard the voice of her Feral form in her head she told her mentor who summoned doctors after that was fruitless Dobutsu himself was called upon he looked into his daughters eyes he could sense womething so he put his head to hers which allowed him to connect with her mentally( Dobutsu can only do this with his children) he saw the cause of the voices his daughter had a Feral form inside her he told the feral form to be quiet and to leave his daughter alone then he heard another voice and looked behind him to see his, his daughters Feral form said hi to Dobutsu's feral form and called it father Dobutsu now having the chance to and enraged by what had happened punched Feral Dobutsu cursing him which was heard by the others as whatever he said in his mind was said out loud whenever he connected with his children dobutsu disconnected with his daughter and told her she had a Feral form and that she must never let it out or it would kill her and destroy and kill many people and places.Dobutsu left with tears in his eyes. Kisomse found it easy to suppress her Feral form this made Dobutsu happy. After dobutsu figured out about it Kisomse's Feral form has been quiet.She was given the Dragonite stone by her father who said that since she was so independent that she could choose what to do with it she decided to have it put in a gauntlet as she did not have one of her own. when she returned home Kisomse was appointed chief general of Dobutsu no Teikoku's armies and took her role seriously valuing strength and strategy above all else. Kisomse also saw her brother again and treated him differantly from other males treating him more equally even though he acted more submissive than other males Kisomse despite her brother's powers never used him for scouting she didn't want to endanger him it was her responsibility to protect him.
Strengths: her titanic strength and that's not counting her powers, her knowledge of many different fighting styles, the fact she is a demi-god which in a fight against a mortal would be considered a strength however a bit of weakness against a full fledged god/goddess, her powers, her status as Chief general and princess.
Weaknesses: Drunkard, sometimes to hesitant to use her powers, she can be killed.
Weapons: her main weapons are her sword and hatchet, she also has a giant spear, a metal gauntlet with a peice of dragonite imbedded in it, a black buckler shield given to her by her mother, she also can use many other weapons however these are the ones she usually uses and carries with her.

[k.c.(Kthinker)]

could someone tell me if Kisomse is approved or not because being the chief general she is important to the story if Dobutsu no Teikoku goes to war.

[Eoraptor]

Ah she's good.

[k.c.(Kthinker)]

thank you very much sorry I rushed you but with what is happening between Dobutsu,Olano, and Izar if things are not resolved then I sense war on the harizon also she would most likey be present at negotiations if they happen. Again I am so sorry for rushing your decision.

[Eoraptor]

Okay the thing I ask is that you limit her power usage as I can see her as becoming overpowered if not used correctly.

[k.c.(Kthinker)]

her own strength is proprtional to a Vroulike female brought to their maximum strength and she prefers not to use her powers and is usually to hesitant to use them as she sees them as the strength of her father and not her own as animals are the creations of her father.

[Eoraptor]

Understood I was just making sure!

[Rock]

What about Vroulikes?

[k.c.(Kthinker)]

I wrote that she went to Sterk Meise to be trained I didn't specify any I just said Vroulike mentor.

[Rock]

Also that she could beat every single Vroulike

[k.c.(Kthinker)]

I didn't say every I said the strongest. I can change it if you want

[k.c.(Kthinker)]

I also forgot to add that she is a devout follower of Kisose which makes sense if she was in Sterk meise for nine years and she went their when she was six.

[Benny Boot]

Name: Mazerin, Goddess of Sleep

Gender: Female

Age: Unknown

Race: Goddess

Nationality: None

Appearance:

Religion: Moon Children

Powers: Her powers are quite fun for her and others, as she is bit of a prankster. She can make peolpe fall dead asleep or just close to it in this highly suggestive state, usually by singing, though she doesn't like to control peolpe, or will and change them back after a few days. She can also turn into a barn owl. She also has a very limited control over fire.

Weaknesses: She is SUPER lazy except when it comes to her followers, so you literally have to force her to do basically anything.(view spoiler)[When it comes to her followers she'll do all in her power to protect them (hide spoiler)] And she usually just has to rely on her magic to do her work, as she can't fight worth anything.

Personality: When not sleeping or napping, Maze is actually a pretty cool goddess. She tends to agree with whom she is speaking with as she doesn't care. She has a hard time focusing on one thing or another except in certain times, so you could be talking to her about a serious topic and then she would suddenly go after a butterfly. She loves animals and birds in more specific. she tends just to be a chill person, a good listener, and a sweet gal. She doesn't become all regal when talking to her followers, she just chats with them, that's why she is popular among peolpe. She has a lot of "blonde" or airhead moments.

History: Mazerin and her twin were born from the moon. She was of course, out cold when she came to, so thats what she came to represent. She tends to stay out of wars as that would require her to have to fight for something she usually doesn't believe in. She grew quickly and quietly, she loved to explore the earth and hanging out with her main followers, the Kenku. She loves her twin and would protect her more fiercely than her followers and follow her sister into anything blindly. (view spoiler)[ Writing history for a god is hard (hide spoiler)]

Likes: Sleeping, Napping, Snoozing, Her Followers, Relaxing,

Dislikes: Working, Fighting, and being woken up from her sleep

Other: She has three symbols; The Barn Owl, A Harp, and A Campfire.

[Rock]

Name: Hadria Du Indigo

Gender: Female

Age: 20

Race: Half Ferronite/Half Nocturnal

Nationality: Ferronite

Appearance:

Religion: Olano's Chosen

Powers:Holder of the Shi-no kaiten (view spoiler)[Three incredibly heavy Shuriken make up the Shi-no kaiten. Each blade is identical in weight size and power on a level only a perfects craftsmen could create. Each blade holds two abilities. Firstly being that each one is "powered" by magic, and secondly that the holder of the weapons can affect their size. Each blade's normal size is quite huge, and with the metal itself being incredibly heavy, they would be almost impossible to wield efficiently by hand, but if one were to use their magic to control the blades they would find it quite easy to. Almost as if one were swinging a feather around. The more powerful the mage the more easily they can control the blade, and the more deadly they become. Hadira herself has great affinity with these weapons, able to change the size and control the blades while using very little of her own magic. Making her quite deadly when she swings three massive blades at you at breakneck speeds. Although, there is still one downside to these blades. Despite being controlled by magic, the user must still have physical contact in order to control the blades. Many would simply use magic and hold the weapon like you normally should, but not Hadria. She ties them two her hair, because, after all, the only rule is that she has to be in contact with the blade in order to control it with magic. Not that she needs to have it in her hand. This has allowed the noble to keep her rather soft body safe while her long hair allows her to keep distance between herself and her target.
(hide spoiler)]
Dark Magic

Weaknesses: Hadira is still just a dainty little noble, and probably can't take many punches.
Hadira is easily flustered in loud and crowded places, and might end up making more mistakes if in those environments for too long.

Personality: Hadria seems to be a rather miserable soul. She doesn't like large groups, hates bright places, and prefers to keep to herself if given the choice, but due to circumstances she has been trusted out of her comfort zone, and might not ever be able to go back to her quiet life. This has caused the rather shy girl to become cranky and aggressive towards people. Which is actually quite hard for her to keep up all the time, so in many cases she just ends up looking a bit stressed and sick after long periods of high emotions.

How the daughter of a noble could grow up to be so shy and reclusive is beyond many, but if a more noble like nature is required, Hadria can pull off act for a bit. Even if she hates acting like it she has to now, because after... certain evens. It seems she is the last surviving members of the Indigo family, so she has to act responsible now. Not just to help her survive, but for the honor of those she lost. Perhaps this is why the shy girl has become so vocal and aggressive, so that she can avenge those she lost.

History: Hadira was born to a noble family of Ferros. She was supposed to be the first born, and therefore heir, to the family, but something was off about her. She had purple hair. A color Ferronites didn't come with. Meaning Hadira's mother had cheated on her father with a Nocturnal. It seems the mother had slipped up and had gotten into a fling with a Nocturnal while drunk one night.

Now Hadira's father had been quite upset with his wife's disloyalty, but to everyone's surprise he did not divorce her. After all, it was his wife's first mistake, and it was quite clear she was upset about it. He trusted her to not make this mistake again, and she didn't, but now Hadira's father was faced with another problem. This girl wasn't related to him by blood. Even if he tried with all his heart to love her, he could not bring himself to allow this girl to become the heir to his family.

Hadira was never hated by her parents, but even at a young age she could tell there was something her parents seemed to not like about her. Perhaps she was only a reminder of her mother's disloyalty to those who noticed the two nobles dragging around there purple haired daughter, or maybe it was the odd looks she got from other noble families. Either way the young girl grew less confident in herself, and became a bit of a recluse.

She started to spend more and more time in her room alone, and it was starting to grow clear that their daughter might be growing depressed. After all, it seemed none of the other kids wanted to hang around her, and with no siblings (at the time) she had no one to play with. Although, as Hadria grew older, it seemed she found something that might help the little recluse become more open.

Magic. Dark magic to be exact. It seemed the young girl's nocturnal blood kicked in a bit late, but it was quite clear the young girl had a knack for dark arts. Not wanting to shut down their daughters seemingly only interest, they allowed the girl to study in the dark arts. Hiring some of the best dark magic users Ferros had to offer, Hadria's little skill turned into mastery, and soon enough she had become a rather skillful dark magic user!

Of course this process had taken many years (so many in fact that Hadria's parents actually got around to having their second child) but that was good for the shy recluse. She slowly started to become more confident and open again, at least enough to that she no longer spent every waking hour in her room, but in the end. None of it mattered.

Why? Because Hadria's family was murdered by the assassins sent by Mortus. All of a sudden the, now young adult, half child of the Indigo family was in full control of the house. It was her job to take care of all of the family duties now, and she hated it. She was fine with not being the head of the family. Fine with not being accepted by the other nobles for being the spawn of a one night stand, with a nocturnal of all things! She just wanted a nice quiet life where she could hone her skills in the dark arts even more, but now she had to be responsible, social, and strong without anyone backing her up. She grew resentful of Mortus and his bloody lover. Hateful even. So much so she was willing to join the vastly growing group of volunteers of Ferros' army. Even if it meant leaving her noble life behind and living in some crowded barracks with the commoners (she is still a rich and spoiled noble after all).

Although, it seemed fate had a different plan for her. While attempting to conscript herself as a mage into the army, she happened to go on the day the Olano himself had decided to look over who was joining the army, and when Hadria walked up he seemed to sense something in her. A deep determination that had been building up inside Hadria that had brought the still mourning recluse to him in the first place. It reminded Olano of a time before. Back when he was more generous to his followers, back when heroes were born from his own lands. Yes... That was it. His country's moral was low after the attacks. They needed something to rally behind. Something to be proud of. Ferros needed heroes, and what better way to god to find heroes than to make them himself? Yes! It was time to bring back Olano's chosen!

Many years ago, those who proved themselves worthy through heroic deeds throughout Ferros were given the opportunity to seek an audience with Olano. Whereupon Olano would bestow upon them a weapon he crafted specifically for them. Immensely powerful weapons (they were made by a god after all) made to be wielded by mortals. These people were already well known throughout Ferros for their honor and bravery, but with holy weapons in hands they went from local heroes to world renown heroes. They were the pride and joy of both Olano and his people, and were something everyone could rally behind. After all, who doesn't love the story of a simple mortal becoming strong enough to gain the favor of the gods? If anyone was strong enough they could become a hero! One who gained personal favor with Olano himself! The whole idea of being given such a great gift helped Olano's little country grow strong so long ago.

But that's the thing, it was long ago. Olano hasn't chosen someone worthy in centuries.... Maybe it was time to change that? Starting with this miserable little girl. Someone who lost it all, just like many of the other people before him. She was just a dainty little noble, but that's what made her the best choice. She could show these people that with enough training and determination, anyone could gather the strength to not only help Ferros win the war, but to become a hero everyone in Ferros could unite behind.

Olano bestowed upon Hadira a weapon he crafted specifically for her. One that could hopefully assist the dainty noble not have to rely only on magic attacks, but also use her magical expertise to increase her weapon's ability. Having gifted her her weapon, Olano simply requested that Hadira wait. The time for her to avenge her family would be soon. Olano just had some business to attend to. That business being finding more heroes for Ferros to rally behind. Once Ferros had its confidence back, maybe then would the country stand a chance against the oncoming war.

Likes:
Quiet places
Solitude
Magic

Dislikes:
Loud people
The Goddess of life and her followers
Being in the slums/dirt places

Other:

[Rock]

Name: Huo Esh-Baal

Gender: Female

Age: 19

Race: Ferronite

Nationality: Ferronite

Appearance:

Religion: Olano's Chosen

Powers:Holder of Bukton Dios (view spoiler)[Bukton Dios is a rather interesting weapon. It is a several ton weighted hammer that is being wielded by a mere mortal. This is due to the weapon listening only to its "holder" (whom is Huo) and simply allows itself to be wielded by her and her alone. Through some advanced and high level goddly magic the weapon feels like almost nothing to Huo, but is in fact still incredibly heavy. This makes the weapon very deadly, as she's swinging several tons into something at the speed one would swing a bat. This ends up very badly for whatever the weapon hits. Probably even giving some dragons quite the amount of pain if they aren't expecting it. Huo usually uses this weapon to either break things, or launch a large firework into the sky by treating it like a baseball. She tends to try not to use her weapon on other people (As it would smash them to bits if she did) but in attempts to defend herself she can try to hold back a bit so the weapon does not obliterate them
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Weaknesses: Compared to most people on the battlefield she is probably far less trained and easily moved around.
Huo would rather make friends then fight so you might be able to convince her to back down (Unless you're say... A death goddess, life goddess, or nature goddess)

Personality: Huo is a rather cheery and kind individual. She loves seeing people smile and doing her best at every task she puts her mind to. She's determined, hard working, and confident in her abilities. She tries her best to be friends with everyone, and her enthusiastic way of doing things can either be incredibly annoying or simply fun to be around.

Despite her almost too innocent demeanor though, Huo is far from soft. She's strong, smart, and not afraid to start throwing punches if she's protecting someone she cared about. As a matter of fact she's a bit too strong to be kind as she is. Honestly, anyone isn't afraid to knock a pickax into a rabid wolf's head is usually far from the kind girl Huo is.

History: Hou was born and raised in Kuzina. As such she, along with many others, were destine to work in the vast iron mine they sat upon. Despite living in such a rich country like Ferros, Kuzina was still a poor place. Like many of the non artsy towns of Ferros, people worked physical labor here because their own artistic talents were not good enough to compete with others in the same field. This led to a rather somber mood being the tone of all the mining towns.

Hou herself was subject to this depressing fact too, but not for the same reason. Being born to two failed artist who worked in the mines didn't leave Hou with much time to find out her talent and skill. Instead, she was working in the mines too. Albeit not with a pickax at first, instead she would run water and food to the miners in exchange for a small sum of money to help her family get by. It was harsh work, but she didn't grow harsh from it. No one in the mine would allow her to. Seeing as she had given most of the people working in the mines food at some point, she had gathered quite a name for herself as the adorable little girl who worked with them. Many of the workers finding the girls determination to help, and her dreams of finding her talent, a breath of fresh air to their cruel lives. The workers did their best to encourage the little girl to be happy, and in turn she developed a passion for making others happy. After all, she hated seeing everyone in the mine so sad. She wanted to make sure she could make them smile despite how dreary things were.

As Huo got older she never lost that passion for making people smile, even if she was now working along side the other workers instead of fetching food for them. She always did her best to try and lighten the mood with a joke, or just by being friendly with other workers, but it seemed that that wasn't enough to make them smile. She wasn't a little girl anymore. She was becoming an adult, and soon enough would have to face the harsh reality of all those who couldn't live off their beloved talent, but again. She wasn't deterred.

Instead Huo grew only more determined. She started working other people's hours so that they could go home to see there families, she would fend of the mines from rodents, wolves, bears, anything that tried to get into the mine, and even attempted to save others who might have gotten stuck in the mine from a collapse no matter how dangerous it was.

Huo was doing wonders for the mine, but also for herself. Her unending determination had made her a rather strong woman, despite her feminine appearance, and was starting to make a name for herself all throughout town. The people were fond of her, but it still wasn't enough for Huo. Perhaps as a Ferronite she wanted people to smile at something she created, not through her actions? Whatever the reason it was soon to be solved, after a certain traveling merchant came into town selling fireworks to people.

Now Huo had never seen such a bright and loud display when she saw her first fire work. Of course the mines had used explosives now and again, but she had yet to see them used as a way of making lights and sounds enjoyable. The whole town had gathered around to see the display. They all watched on in amazement, and that's when Huo knew what she wanted her talent to be.

Trying to get all the information she could out of the traveling merchant about fire works, Huo struck a deal with the man that he would bring her whatever he could find on firework to her next time he came into town. After that the young girl's determination grew. She worked even harder in the mines so that she could get enough money to buy whatever it was the merchant brought to her. Weather it be ingredients, instruction books, and simply word of mouth on how fireworks work. In a few years Huo was starting to make her own fireworks show. One that brought that amazed look to the people's eyes that she had so desperately wanted to see for so long.

Things were really looking up for Huo. She had finally accomplished her dreams. She was happy, and it seemed the miners were a bit more happy, but when the news came of the attack on Ferros, it seemed everyone had grown more miserable again. Yet this misery soon turned to anger, and that anger into determination to avenge those lost. Word started to spread that Olano was traveling from city to city in hopes of helping the army grow, and that Kuzina was on his list of cities to visit. People were waiting by the gates for there God when he showed up, many of them contracting themselves to the army immediately. Huo herself was a bit unsure if she should join in as well. She had no true talent past fireworks and mining, so she wasn't sure if she would be of any use in the army past a number, but to her surprise many people encouraged her to join.

Huo's reputation in town had grown due to her hard work and determination. Stories of her many adventures of helping out the mine had been past on to Olano himself. It seemed that Huo was a hero to the city... A hero hmm? Olano knew that if this city trusted this girl so much, then she would be the perfect candidate to be one of his chosen, and offered it to her without hesitation.

Huo was in quite a shock to hear that she was to be one of Olano's chosen. Her. A simple miner with a knack for fireworks would be given a weapon from the gods? It was confusing at first, she felt unworthy, but then she heard the sound of cheers from behind her. Her town. They were smiling again, smiling for her. They were the ones who believed in her. She was there hero. Then it hit her. If Huo accepted this she could become a hero. Not just for her town, but all of Ferros. The country was hurting after that attack from a rival God, and she bet many people in the country were not in a good place. They needed a hero. They needed someone to help them smile again, and she would do anything in the world if it meant helping her people smile again.

Likes:
Fireworks
Smiles
Food
Working hard

Dislikes:
Mortus
Frowns
Sadness

Other:

[Rock]

Name: Tabora Nija Trixie

Gender: Female

Age: 19

Race: Ferronite

Nationality: Ferronite

Appearance:

Religion: Olano's Chosen

Powers:Holder of the Kaminari dormau (view spoiler)[Two massive drum sticks follow the will of Tabora each one has the ability to summon a thunder drum. Each drum floats near Tabora and can be beat on for several affects. First (and most basically) she can beat on the drum to send it flying at the enemy before returning back to her, secondly they can be used to summon lightning or summon actual storms/make current storms into deadly events of lightning destruction, and finally, the most deadly skill the Kaminari dormau has. Each drum is specially enchanted with the quality to imbue affects on others by playing a song on them. Meaning if she is with an army she can effectively making them fight harder by making them feel more determined or brave while she can also put a sense a dread or fear into her enemies' forces so that they fight less effectively.
(Also note she WILL hit you with the drum sticks, drum nearby or not)
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Expert at magical martial arts.

Weaknesses:Tabora's energy can cause her to expend to much energy at the start, so all you need to do is keep her going till she's exhausted.
Tabora's pride can cause her to pick fights she can't win.

Personality: Tabora is a fiery and energetic warrior. She spends each day training, eating, and training again. She prides herself in being from a long line of warriors and isn't afraid to boast about it. She lives for the thrill of combat, and wants to show others her love of martial arts as well. She doesn't go picking fights though, her passion for combat stems from her want to teach it to others. She simply gets a bit too excited about it and can go a bit overboard.

This overboard can be good though. She goes into every fight at her 100%, fearless and confident in her abilities. She never backs down from a challenge, and rarely ever loses a challenge. Although in cases where she does lose she is quick to learn from her mistake, so that no one can better than her for too long.

History: Tabora is the daughter of a long line of Ferros born warriors who hold a well known Dojo in Ferros. The style of martial arts was... interesting to say the least, claiming that their warriors could go toe to toe with the Vroulikes from Kragtige Vrou. It was, after all, Vroulike combat mixed with some magic and Ferrosian dance. Many could recall the style due to its heavy reliance on magical weapons and what seemed to be a circular stalking around an opponent as if the two were locked in an odd dance.

Ether way, Tabora was born and raised for combat. She was taught her family lineage to the point she could recite the entire history from meeting Olano all the way till today, she was told of the many ways her martial arts empowered the user, and she was told that she herself would become a great warrior. All this culminated with Tabora and sent her ego skyrocketing.

She was never a snob in how she viewed others, her parents made sure of that, but she held herself and acted in a way that displayed how she felt. She was a warrior, and a great one at that! There was only one problem. She realized that she was more of a teacher rather than a warrior. Ferros had not gotten into a war for quite so time, so there was no use for her to be in the army. Instead, Tabora tried to get her other friends into martial arts as well. Being perfectly content with teacher others in the ways she herself was taught. After all, she wouldn't ever wish for war. No one wants that!

Sadly though, it seemed war was destined to happen. Mortus attacked and, while the dojo managed to get by unscathed, the city was in less than optimal condition. Tabora was enraged by this. Her first real taste of warrior life was right around the corner. She could prove that she was just as strong as her ancestors. Shouldn't she be happy at such a chance? All her life she had heard stores of things lost in war, but she wasn't prepared for what she saw. People she knew, people she did not know, many of them dead. It was evil! Why would Mortus attack Ferros like this? No! Why he did it didn't matter to her, all she wanted was revenge. She was a warrior trained from birth for this kind of thing. She would do her job and make things right!

On the day that Olano started on his quest to rally up an army, Tabora (who had waited patiently in line like everyone else) marched right up to her God and demanded to be given a high place in the army. Before the God had time to even give her a look of surprise she went on about her lineage as a warrior for Ferros. Olano knew the family well. He had made weapons for the family in the past, and it seemed that they never forgot that.... Perhaps the young girl could be of use to him. A new face on and old concept. Some young blood. Her family history would only serve to remind the people of Ferros' glory if she did well. Unlike her ancestors, she had no one in the family who had gone to war, but she looked capable enough.

Tabora had only just realized her mistake for demanding something from a God after she had gone through her monologue. The young girl starting to tense up as her god leered down at her, but as he spoke her eyes lit up in surprise. She was to be chosen as the next in the Trixie family line to hold a weapon of the gods. She was a bit taken back as to why she would even be graced with such a weapon before even proving herself, but upon a bit of critical think she though she had the reason why. Ferros was hurting already from the recent attacks, but the battle ahead would be even worse if they had to fight the life Goddess' whole family. They'd need a few good powerhouses in the army if they wanted to win, and Olano was trusting her to be that powerhouse. Now all she had to do was not fail him. No, she couldn't fail him. Her whole family line was counting on her!


Likes:
Training
Battle
Winning

Dislikes:
Mortus
Rival martial arts teachers

Other:

[Rock]

Name: Isane Eerin Grizel

Gender: Female

Age: 23

Race: Ferronite

Nationality: Ferrontie

Appearance:

Religion: Olano's Chosen

Powers:Holder of Sutikkusutikku (view spoiler)[ Sutikkusutikku is pretty much a giant smoke pipe. Although Isane doesn't actually smoke Sutikkusutikku, she does smoke her smaller pipe, and whenever she smokes that Sutikkusutikku smokes as well. Due to the large size of this pipe it creates a large cloud of smoke that seems to have a harder time dissipating than a regular pipe. In most cases Isane simply lets Sutikkusutikku act like a normal pipe and simply fill the air with a smoke that's hard for the untrained (I.e. non smokers) to breath in, but there are a few ways Isane can change things up. Sutikkusutikku has several chambers filled with different gasses in them. They can be filled with different gasses, but Isane mainly uses three gases: Poison gas, smoke (like a true smoke screen), and a gas that can be lit on fire. Each one of these gases is expelled when smoke comes out of the smaller pipe that Isane has in her mouth. Although, when the abundance of smoke isn't enough to knock someone out, Isane can and will us Sutikkusutikku as a blunt weapon.
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Weaknesses: Isane needs to smoke, not onyl yo use Sutikkusutikku, be because if she goes to long without smoking she'll start to get in a bad mood
Isane isn't trained in formal combat, instead she tries to overwhelm the senses and then go in for a surprise attack.

Personality: Isane could be described as a street smart girl in some respects. She's been through a lot, lost a lot, and has gained some level of maturity from it. Although, this maturity is rarely seen as Isane tends to be somewhat of a lazy and rather rude outer shell. She tries to act tough because she needs to act tough in order to survive in the places she has been. Kindness wasn't something she could share, but that has changed a bit.

Underneath her tough outer shell is a person who wants to be kind to people. She wants to help them and see them grow up to be fine young people who don't have to go through what she did. She'd love nothing more than to just sit around and laugh with a few friends and not have a care in the world, but she doesn't feel she can do that, so behind her wall she hides,

History: Isane grew up in Aranka. Now if Mortus wanted to punish the wicked, he should have attacked Aranka it. The city rest atop a gold mine, and as such it attracts all sorts of greedy people who want to get rich quick by either buying a mine, or working in the mines. It's a tough place to live in, and a tougher place to be raised in.

People in Aranka only care about gold. People come second to their own personal gain, and if you aren't careful you could end up with a knife in your back. Either literally or figuratively. Isane grew up just like everyone else in the city. Greedy, ungrateful, and untrustworthy.

She was a beautiful girl, and all the "raising stars" around her age wanted her, but all she wanted was their gold. She'd lie to every boy and say she loved them, cheat on them with some other dude, and then steal from them both before cutting ties with them. She got a rather bad name for herself around the city, but that wasn't surprising. Everyone in the city had a bad reputation.

Isane thought she'd be like this forever. Always lying, always stealing, and always having to struggle by herself to survive, but as fate would have it she found herself face to face with a woman who would change her life forever. A girl only a year younger than her named Lily. A bad person, just like Isane herself, but something was different about her. While Isane was afraid of trusting anyone, Lily was somehow able to still trust people.

Isane was quite surprised at this. She had caught Lily trying to steal from her, and as such had given her a warning that the next time she did this she wouldn't hesitate to kill her, but that was the thing. People in this town didn't act like that. You wrong them once and you're dead. You go for the kill on anyone who is stupid enough to turn there back on you, but here Lily was. Back full exposed to her. Isane was so surprised by this girl's lack of distrust that she forgot to kill the girl. Instead she grew curious. She wanted to know what could produce such stupidity in such a place. Sadly for Isane though, it seemed Lily was more clever than she thought, and she was caught following her almost immediately.

Lily, despite her taunting Isane's poor attempt at stealth, seemed to have a bit of charm to her. The two hit it off rather well when they weren't stealing from each other, and son enough the two had become some form of "friends" as Lily would call it, but Isane didn't believe it to be true. She was simply waiting for it to happen. That moment when Lily finally made her move and stabbed her in the back like she had done to so many people before, but it never happened. Lily never tried to steal from her again, almost as if she actually cared for Isane. It was surprising to say the least, but soon enough Isane got used to it.

The two worked rather well as a team. Either when watching each others back or to stealing from others. They were the perfect team, and it all boiled down to their trust for each other. Nothing could get between them, well, except for a knife. Not one that Lily put in Isane, not for one that Isane put in Lily, but because someone decided they didn't want Lily around anymore, so they sent someone after her to kill her. They got to Lily before Isane could even comprehend what was going on. All that she could do was look down in shock as her friend died before her.

Isane spent the next few weeks mourning. It was a sad time for her indeed, but she came out changed after it. Lily was the only person she had ever met who didn't stab her in the back, and as she thought about it, she hadn't had many other people who had stabbed her in the back, because she stabbed them in the back.. Isane realized she was what she feared most. She was the cruel one who went against friendships and honor to make a quick buck, which meant that maybe... maybe people weren't as cruel as she thought they were. Maybe that was just her perception of them because she was so cruel. Maybe the world was filled with more people like Lily, and all she had to do was not be so cruel herself. Yes, the streets of Aranka are rough, but maybe there was some light in the dark here.

After this realization Isane started to be a bit more kind to people. Tricking others out of there money lost its flare after Lily died, and she was growing to an age where she felt she was a good amount older than the other kids who were starting to show up on the streets. If she hadn't met Lily she bet she would have viewed the kids as easy targets, but now? Now all she could think about was how alone she was before Lily, and she didn't want that for anyone, so she let her guard down and did something she never thought she would do. Help someone.

There were many kids on the street. Many of them already hardened from its harshness, but in the end they were still kids. She knew they needed help, so she did what she could to help. She never went around saving kids from the harsh streets, but she did what she could to ease the pain of others. A few helpful pointers here, a bit of charity there, and soon enough people were trusting her. Isane was surprised to see that not everyone in town was cruel and uncaring. There were a few truly kind people, some people simply victims of circumstance, some were cruel, and some tried to be neither cruel nor kind. It was a mix of people bad and good, and Isane started to realize that some people were worth trusting... Was that what Lily saw in Isane? Someone worth trusting?

It was a shame Isane could never get that answer for sure, but it didn't bother her. She was happy now, and started to gather a name for herself as one of the nicer people in the city (who could still give a beat down if needed). It seemed Isane's little stunt of trying to be kind had gained her some favor in the corrupt little town, but no one was suspecting what was going to happen to Isane when Olano came to Aranka.

Olano's quest for more soldiers had brought him to Aranka. He didn't know why he came though. The town was filled with people obsessed with gold. They wouldn't join him unless he promised the town he'd refill the gold mines again, but he thought he'd take the chance in case one or two of them decided to join. The line was obviously quite short, and many simply left when he said he wasn't going to give out extra gold to those who joined, but he was glad for the few who actually did decided to join him. One of whom was Isane, who was saying goodbye to those she knew before heading off to join the army (hay, it was either that or trying to fight over gold more). Isane herself had managed to gather a large crowd, which had impressed Olano. What had this woman done to gather. It had peaked his interest enough that he went snuck a bit closer to the crowd. It didn't take long for him to realize those people were not related to Isane. They were simply people in the community who appreciated her. Olano was quite pleased that someone could make such a good impression in such a harsh place, but maybe that was what made her special. A sort of hero to the slums of Aranka.... hmm... perhaps she could work. A woman from the slums becomes a hero. Maybe this could show that even the lowest of the low could become great people if given the chance.

Isane was surprised, for lack of a better word, when Olano chose her to be a hero. Hell, she thought she was dreaming, but when she didn't wake up she started to calm down and take in just what was happening. She was a hero who came from the slums. A dreadful cruel woman who was turned kind through the kindness of others, and in turn spread that kindness to others. Olano had told her Mortus attacked because he felt that the people of Ferros had grown cruel, and maybe some of them have, but she knew for a fact there was kindness in there and that she was going to protect that kindness from any God stupid enough to attack her slums ever again!

Likes:
Smoking
Foreign foods
Exotic Fragrants

Dislikes:
Mortus
The Life and Nature Goddesses
Greedy people

Other:

[Eoraptor]

These characters are great as always, approved!

[Ilsa]

Name: Emeraldia Psalmonius

Gender: Female

Age: 19

Race: Ferronite

Nationality: Ferronite

Appearance:


Religion: Olano's Chosen

Powers: Holder of Kasai
(view spoiler)[Kasai is a fire whip that grows at the will of its user. Normal water doesn't put out the flames that engulf whatever the user wants destroyed. The fire almost seems to obey the user's every whim. (hide spoiler)]


Weaknesses:
Holy water can put out the flames.
Emeraldia knows just about nothing about fighting.
Heck, if Olano finds out... is she dead?

Personality: Emeraldia is soft and gentle. She doesn't talk much, but she definitely has her way of showing people what she means, what she wants to say. She never underestimates the power of body language. No matter how she's been abused, she's smart and quiet, usually listening to problems and trying to fix them in her own way.

History: Emeraldia was kidnapped at the age of ten. From a very young age, she was made to have sex with whomever wanted it. When she was sixteen, the people behind it were captured and she was freed. She was sent to live in a hotel in a small town, to work good, hard work for the owners and have a chance at making something of herself.

Needless to say, after a few months of it, she was sick of being harassed for no profit and being given just enough sleep and food to work. So, she left that establishment and made something of herself down at the bar. She had enough skills to really excel at her new job.

Frankly... Emeraldia was a prostitute in a small town under Olano's domain. Needless to say, no one was really that interested in religion or serving Olano. They were more interested in her dancing -on tables or in beds. When their god came, everyone showed up to get a gander, to joke, to drink... And, well, when he started talking about honor and nobility, about heroics on the field of war, everyone suddenly proclaimed that Emeraldia was the hero of every single man in this village.

It was supposed to be a joke, but it went over the god's head. The hot chick had spunk and independence, and he was really sure that she'd be a perfect addition to the team. A hero proclaimed by every man in her village? Well, then, he'd be glad to proclaim her as one of his heroes, in an act of solidarity! At first, she thought he meant that he wanted her in his bed, but then... well, she nearly fainted at the news.

She'd be at the forefront of his army. Her. A whore. Because the town had pulled a nasty prank on him. Heck... She couldn't even imagine what would happen if he found out. For the sake of the town's safety and her own safety, she's kept quiet about it, trying to get strong enough to prove herself a true hero... and not just every horny man's hero.

Likes:
Dancing
Sweets
Sweet dudes
Dressing up/less

Dislikes:
Guys who think she's just in it for the sex. She's in it to improve her own life.
Liquor. It gets her drunk fast, and she hates the taste.
Being left alone, because then she gets down to thinking.

Other: She utilizes an almost exotic-stripper-dance style when fighting. Her warrior costume doesn't help either.

[Rock]

Lol. Approved Ilsa

[k.c.(Kthinker)]

I have a plan for creating a god of massacre and assassination my plan is that during a battle it is revealed that the diety mask is actually a anchor for the god of massacre and assassination and during the battle it tries to posses Scar and use his body as a host because he is tired of being trapped in a mask however Scar manages to fight his control however now he is the new god of massacre and assassination and now his face looks like the mask and he has the voice of the old God of massacre and assassination in his head. What do you all think?

[sucre'd fiend]

massacre and assassination would fall under death....
and there's already a god of death

[k.c.(Kthinker)]

I'll leave that up to Eoraptor.

[Eoraptor]

Well Mortus does have some daughters so maybe it can be one of them

[k.c.(Kthinker)]

O.k. but the original god (or if we're going your way goddess) is well very blood thirsty and is very much a pyschopath one reason Scar can control her being he has mastered controlling his own blood lust I just want to make sure if we do go down that road that the original goddess would end up being a pyschopath and when I create this character Scar is basically keeping her from going full blown pyschopath. You know what would be interesting is if you created a profile for how she was originally I could easily explain her pyschopathic mentality as being a result of being trapped in the Diety mask if you want it would definitely make her a character people could sympathize with more and could give a chance for a redemption arch my head is flowing with ideas I am glad you brought that up. This will also create very interesting stories and situations with the with the original goddess of massacre and assassination fused with Scar and with the original goddess being the daughter of Mortus oh what will happen and with the war that is going to happen with Olano and Izar facing Mortus and we also have Scar's daddy issues (to put it lightly, considering his father killed his mother and massacred his species. If you want to know more about the details of the death of Scar's mom please do refer to the Palace in Cruor where Scar recounts his mother's death.)

[Benny Boot]

Name: Solomon Laban

Gender: Male

Age: 74

Race: Ferronite

Nationality: Ferronite

Appearance:

Religion: Order Monk

Powers: All Ferronites have a mastery of an art and his is over the "art" of the deal. He understands all the little things to it over his long life. He could sell a man a pile of dung calling it face cream.

Weaknesses: His mind tends to wander if he isn't focusing on something like work and his left hand tends to cramp up a lot and turn into a fist.

Personality: Solomon is..well, an interesting character. He never takes crap from anyone. He tends to have a short quip for any situation and wisdom that shows mainly when he fights, knowing a lot about battle plans and way people fight. that is mainly from age more than anything. He tends to speak smoothly, getting information out of people when he needs to about a hit and has an aura of warmness around him. He worries a lot due to his old life, always wondering if he is going to get killed tomorrow, though he does not fear death.To those he first met he appears to be just an old, forgetful man, but that is his ploy, as they quickly learn he is sharp as a knife in combat. When dealing with buyers of merchandise he drops the facade and shows himself as a charming wise man. He goes by a strict code of conduct he calls the Rattlesnake Law.

History: Born in Ferros a long time ago, He was raised by one of the more poor families in the nation. He grew up and learned everything he needed to by his parents and siblings and other relatives who all lived in the same shack by the Wall. He loved the ocean and as much as he could stay out of the house and just swim and fish, sometimes for days on end. As he grew older he saw more and more business and talk to the fishermen about coming about and working, using his silver tongue and his goo looks as a young man to convince some and at age 15 he began to work. He met his would be Captain at age 23, a Sun Warrior named Lallo, who sells merchandise on a series of boats, 5 to be exact but the Warrior remained on the largest, The Rumrunner. He began to work for him as a servant but quickly went up the ranks and in 5 years, he was the proud owner of the smallest and newest of Lolla's ships, The Owlworth. At this point he is 30 roughly and has been on this ship ever since. He has hired many and he mainly sells slaves, servants, and exotic things from other nations. He mainly works in Ferros. At this moment, at his old age he has 1-3 Vroulikes and a handful of others as his crew and has about 10-15 slaves and servants to sell at all times, plus whatever finding he has. A lot of peolpe know him well when he comes to town. He treats all he has to sell with some level of kindness and respect, treating them as equals, as he knows how it feels to be like them. He has actually kept one, a small dragon boy as his own personal servant, at least, until he gets a good enough deal. He began to taught the boy verything he knows as the sail the open sea.

Likes: The Sea, His ship; The Owlworth, and The open sky

Dislikes: The Sea, His moron of a Captain, and Snakes (As he has been bit by them and almost killed him)

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[Alexandria]

Name ~ Rosalind Coquille

Gender ~ Female

Sexuality ~ Heterosexual

Age ~ Ancient

Race ~ Dragon

Nationality ~ None, she is always travelling and memory of her place of birth alludes her.

Appearance ~





In her human form, Rosalind is a beautiful young woman with long straight raven coloured hair. Her eyes are pitch black to the point that her irises are near flush to her pupils. Rosalind is pale in complexion, her skin looking almost like a porcelain plate. She smells strongly of flowers at all times and the reasons are rather obvious. Along with her black dress, she wears a quiver like a vase filled with tall black flowers that she keeps with her on a regular basis. Another thing to note is the fan she has on her person on all occasions. It is white on one side and black on the other, she uses it as a way to more efficiently perform her wind magic.

As a dragon, Rosalind takes on a form unique amongst dragons. Her scales are a glossy black, but there are massive red petal-like parts that extend from her body. She has a long, sleek black tail, with several spikes on the end. She has white eyes that glow faintly. All this paired with her massive size make her quite the sight to behold. Her feet resemble those of a bird and are ended by four long razor sharp talons on each foot. As a dragon, her flower smell seems to increase greatly, every flap of her mighty wings wafting the smell onto all those nearby.

Religion ~ Pays respect to Fathamore, Aileas & Kisose

Powers ~
Fire Magic
Rosalind, like most dragons, is adept at fire magic, her particular flames are a brilliant scarlet and burn with immense heat.

Wind Magic
Rosalind is a skilled user of wind magic, finding it to be a discreet and powerful weapon all in one.

Nature Magic
This allows Rosalind to produce plants of any kind or to manipulate plant matter.

Weaknesses ~ Vanity, she often underestimates others || Vanity, If her appearance is harmed she will lose her mind || Earth Magic, she can't counter it well ||

Personality ~
Rosalind is obsessed with perfection, everything she does is precise, well executed and done efficiently. She expects everyone to live up to her expectations and is usually quite disappointed when they do not. She works hard to make things flawless and if she can't perfect something then she quite simply won't attempt it in the first place to maintain her flawless reputation. This becomes most apparent with her appearance, the slightest mistake made when taking care of her appearance is unacceptable and the person who made said mistake could quite literally have their head bitten off depending on her mood.

Rosalind is refined and anyone to have ever met her can attest to this. She has a natural air of sophistication and is very classy, but it's to the point that she is snobbish. She expects everyone to follow all formalities and to dress conservatively. She is well mannered for the most part and always has the highest quality things available as anything less would defile her perfection, or so she believes.

Rosalind is social, enjoying talking to other people as long as they are polite. It isn't uncommon to choose a person of interest to walk and talk with. In the past, she has selected specific people to just bring around with her where ever she goes just so that she could have someone to speak with. Along with this, she is known to have been a bit of a flirt. She never really feels love towards any of the people she flirts with, but she might as well put her stunning good looks to use. Anyone who approaches her can likely expect to at least get a nice conversation, though it isn't unlikely for her to shift the topic onto herself.

History ~
Rosalind was born countless years ago alongside her twin brother. Her parents raised them very differently, despite how close in age they were. Her brother was spoiled and pampered into being the family's strongest member of the generation, but they encountered an issue. He wasn't the strongest in the family, it was Rosalind. She was a natural prodigy with magic and was able to easily outmanoeuvre her brother and cousins. Her family thought that her being the strongest had to be a mistake so they had more children thinking that she was just the strongest so far and that at some point there would be one better, but there wasn't. Her unique skill set and vast reservoirs of power made her the peak of genetics in her family.

After a time, her family gave in and came to terms with the fact that she would be the family's strongest, they began to pamper her the way they once had her brother which was the route to her vanity. She slowly became obsessed with herself and perfection. Everything had to be perfect and it had to be beautiful, otherwise, it would be unworthy of her time. She grew in fame as well, her youth earning her the title of the conqueror for having "accidentally" destroying a small village or two... And several more on purpose.

She mellowed out years and years later, but she still held herself in the highest esteem. Her mind was dead set on bringing beauty to all the world. For the most part, she did so, using magic to grow beautiful plants leaving vibrant colours and delicate flowers in her wake, but with time they would die like all things do. She realised that what she was doing wouldn't last and so she sought out other ways, namely the way of power. If she could gain power over everything she could enforce everyone to maintain perfection and so she set out to do just that. Rosalind preferred to work more discreetly, a whisper here and a whisper there. She focussed on finding out anything she could about constructing a perfect rise to power and whilst she still hasn't achieved her goal she bathes in wealth and power that she has accumulated over time.

When she wasn't busy pulling strings behind the scenes trying to obtain power she would spend her days tending to her flowers that she grows in a massive garden. Her garden is also where all her wealth is stored in the form of gold melted and cooled into plant holders and garden border. The garden she created was the light of her life, a gorgeous place filled with plants of unimaginable beauty. Her garden was her sanctuary, a place here she would be able to rest surrounded by beauty anyone who would dare to threaten it had better be prepared to erupt into brilliant scarlet flames.

Another thing noted about her past is her thoughts on the gods, she was known to respect them, but had never gone as far as to consider her respect worship, she believes that yes, they are great and mighty beings, but that she herself needn't dedicate her life to them. Every now and then she pays her respects but in the end she There was never a god to whom she was truly dedicated to.

Likes ~ Beauty || Perfection || Manipulation || Flowers || Gardening || Herself || Power || Magic ||

Dislikes ~ The unsightly || Flaws || Being powerless || Mess || Disobedience || Rude people ||