Relic .::. Wanderer
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Cthulhu is a wanderer. He never speaks unless necessary. His companion does the talking for him most of the time. All that is known of Cthulhu is that he has this very alluring aura. He is extraordinarily powerful, and as a result, there are those who seek protection from him, being naught but lesser in his eyes. He sees his power as a responsibility and will gladly take anyone under his wing if they wish. He finds their relationship delightful.
Name: Cthulhu / Gender: Male / Race: ??? / Age: ?? / Rank: Relic / Gift: Relic
Name: Cthulhu / Gender: Male / Race: ??? / Age: ?? / Rank: Relic / Gift: Relic
-EARTH-
MAPLERIDGE
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This red haired abomination is Minstrel, the Seeker's most wicked, cruel, heartless, bloodthirsty, freak that it could ever hope to have. He is, perhaps the greatest of all the Seekers in the simple fact that he has no restrictions.
Minstrel had everything going for him: looks, money, girlfriend, going for masters in robotics. But then he killed his dad, burned his house down, pushed his girlfriend out of a moving car, and no one really knows why. There is a reason for each event, and all the unmentioned events that were nearly as awful, but the reasons are ignored and only the headlines are read. No one cares about the context. They just want to tell a good story. "Hey, did you hear: that guy killed his dad." That's what people want to know. That's all anybody wants to know. Why did he do it? No one goes there. Maybe a few, but they're to worried to find the answers. After a time spent in hiding, the young man appeared as a Seeker in Mapleridge known only as Minstrel. His past is a mystery and so is his future. Even the Seekers have not found out everything there is to know about him, for he hides it rather well. To them, he's just a crazed, bloodthirsty sicko who wants to put every Gifted freak's head on a stake. That's what got him hired for the job. The Seekers like his go-getter attitude. A bad attitude is what makes a bad worker, but Minstrel has the best attitude towards his duties. It doesn't necessarily inspire the moral of the others, but Minstrel could care less. He just wants to amp his body count. On first meeting him, you would hardly think Minstrel was a psychotic killer. He acts very nonchalant about everything, and though he acts spontaneously it is still done with indifference, and he often makes comments about himself as if detriments are the only things he deserves. He is lazy, a bit standoffish, and demands things from others. He is always sleeping or dozing or lying around whenever and wherever he can. He makes messes and doesn't clean them up. He takes others' money or credit cards and just writes IOUs to them for later. If anything, he seems like a horrible, selfish, stupid person. That's an outside facade. He uses it specifically to put people off guard. He really is very thorough, with a meticulous scrutiny for detail. He is extensively creative and inventive, able to conjure insane responses to situations using the most extraordinary reasoning and ingenuity. He can weasel his way out of almost every predicament. It's a wonder he ever got into any in the first place. Minstrel has light tan skin with an ashen pallor to it and darker circles under his eyes from little to no sleep. A variety of scars mar his otherwise unblemished body. He has fiery red hair that always stands out, no matter where he is. Even if he stood against a red wall, he would still stand out. It is just that red. He has blue-gray eyes that appear very mixed, like rumbling storm clouds over the sea. He is roughly twenty years old.
Minstrel had everything going for him: looks, money, girlfriend, going for masters in robotics. But then he killed his dad, burned his house down, pushed his girlfriend out of a moving car, and no one really knows why. There is a reason for each event, and all the unmentioned events that were nearly as awful, but the reasons are ignored and only the headlines are read. No one cares about the context. They just want to tell a good story. "Hey, did you hear: that guy killed his dad." That's what people want to know. That's all anybody wants to know. Why did he do it? No one goes there. Maybe a few, but they're to worried to find the answers. After a time spent in hiding, the young man appeared as a Seeker in Mapleridge known only as Minstrel. His past is a mystery and so is his future. Even the Seekers have not found out everything there is to know about him, for he hides it rather well. To them, he's just a crazed, bloodthirsty sicko who wants to put every Gifted freak's head on a stake. That's what got him hired for the job. The Seekers like his go-getter attitude. A bad attitude is what makes a bad worker, but Minstrel has the best attitude towards his duties. It doesn't necessarily inspire the moral of the others, but Minstrel could care less. He just wants to amp his body count. On first meeting him, you would hardly think Minstrel was a psychotic killer. He acts very nonchalant about everything, and though he acts spontaneously it is still done with indifference, and he often makes comments about himself as if detriments are the only things he deserves. He is lazy, a bit standoffish, and demands things from others. He is always sleeping or dozing or lying around whenever and wherever he can. He makes messes and doesn't clean them up. He takes others' money or credit cards and just writes IOUs to them for later. If anything, he seems like a horrible, selfish, stupid person. That's an outside facade. He uses it specifically to put people off guard. He really is very thorough, with a meticulous scrutiny for detail. He is extensively creative and inventive, able to conjure insane responses to situations using the most extraordinary reasoning and ingenuity. He can weasel his way out of almost every predicament. It's a wonder he ever got into any in the first place. Minstrel has light tan skin with an ashen pallor to it and darker circles under his eyes from little to no sleep. A variety of scars mar his otherwise unblemished body. He has fiery red hair that always stands out, no matter where he is. Even if he stood against a red wall, he would still stand out. It is just that red. He has blue-gray eyes that appear very mixed, like rumbling storm clouds over the sea. He is roughly twenty years old.
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Charming Delirium is a somewhat charming young man with a very strange gift. His gift is helping others. He has all sorts of magic when it comes to helping other people, but if he tries to use magic to help himself, it either doesn't work or merely causes him disaster. He jokingly refers to himself as "everyone's fairy godfather". Minus wings, wand, and fancy outfit. He grew up in a rather awful yet wealthy family, so he abandoned them quick as he could and got his parents to put him in boarding school. Now he lives in the city, going to school on his own. He is very rich, yes, but he tries to live simply. Charming has long, raven black hair and black eyes.
Name: Charming Delirium / Gender: Male / Race: Human / Age: 18 / Occupation: Sno-Cone Stand Worker / Gift: helping others
Name: Charming Delirium / Gender: Male / Race: Human / Age: 18 / Occupation: Sno-Cone Stand Worker / Gift: helping others
CLEARVIEW
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Tuan Edelhard Dante Austravarious is not of this world, nor did he come to this world as one normally travels between worlds. And so, this world is determined to be rid of him, save one grace. While this world is determined to make him not belong, it gives him the gift of life in a sense. His soul remains in his homeworld. His body is of this world. If he sustains an injury in this would, it will vanish from him and is sustained by his soul. Yet, should he return home, all his injuries will be added to him. And so Tuan is determined to belong in this world. Somehow. For he fears the death that awaits him at home.
Tuan is a very disturbing person. Being soulless, he has no real emotions or sense of humanity in him. He acts on impulse and understands very little of the world around him and how he is to function in it. He becomes obsessed and distressed easily, causing a bipolar turmoil of emotions and irrational thoughts.
Tuan is a very sickly looking person. He is short and very skinny, in an unhealthy manner. He has violet hair and violet eyes, with bags and dark circles under his eyes from lack of sleep. Being soulless he does not care about his body anymore nor its needs. He is devoid of blemishes, but he knows he will have plenty when he crosses back over. And dies. Tuan has the gift of marking. He can attach a piece of his aura to things. With that, he can track his marks and know where they are and what they are feeling.
Name: Tuan Edelhard Dante Austravarious / Gender: Male / Race: Half-human Half-elf / Age: 14 / Rank: Citizen / Gift: Marking
Tuan is a very disturbing person. Being soulless, he has no real emotions or sense of humanity in him. He acts on impulse and understands very little of the world around him and how he is to function in it. He becomes obsessed and distressed easily, causing a bipolar turmoil of emotions and irrational thoughts.
Tuan is a very sickly looking person. He is short and very skinny, in an unhealthy manner. He has violet hair and violet eyes, with bags and dark circles under his eyes from lack of sleep. Being soulless he does not care about his body anymore nor its needs. He is devoid of blemishes, but he knows he will have plenty when he crosses back over. And dies. Tuan has the gift of marking. He can attach a piece of his aura to things. With that, he can track his marks and know where they are and what they are feeling.
Name: Tuan Edelhard Dante Austravarious / Gender: Male / Race: Half-human Half-elf / Age: 14 / Rank: Citizen / Gift: Marking
-ELSMADUS-
THE ACADEMY
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Pale, haunted, and eerily beautiful. But do not be fooled by what you see on the outside. Within this delicate vessel lies a fury and a power that longs for nothing more than to tear limbs and sever heads. Keziah knows what he is. He knows he is evil. He knows nothing save the blinding fury that compels him to kill. Perhaps there is something out there that can quell the beast inside, but until then, he is a monster.
Platinum strawberry-blonde hair, shimmering white in the bright sun, is shaggy and thick, but very soft, like a fluffy cat's fur, and it hangs down to his shoulders, his bangs falling over his eyes. His eyes are beautiful, pale red optics that shine like gemstones, and are about as gentle and warm as melted chocolate. His skin is deathly pale, as white as bone and frost and snow. He is very thin, in a sickly fashion, and no matter how much he eats or doesn't, his ribs always show and his cheeks are rather hollow. Keziah is a very tender hearted person. For a boy who is sought after by anyone looking for fighting ability, this poses a problem. His feral rage launches him into an uncontrollable state where he has maimed, and possibly killed, a lot of people. He sees himself as evil because he cannot discern friend from foe in his feral state which is triggered by heavy emotion. He hates fighting because he has been forced to commit such heinous things through his incredible ability to fight, and he always pushes for peace instead of violence. Not to say he is a straight pacifist, but he would rather back down or compromise than run in with fists swinging. Due to Keziah's advancement, his mind is degenerating, and he displays rather animalistic behaviors. These can range from snarling, hissing, purring, sniffing people, preening, and other behaviors that people think are weird and disturbing. People that actually know Keziah call them his 'quirks'. Next to cooking, singing opera, and ballet -yes, ballet- Keziah has an unusual talent, an advancement that is commonly called feral rage. With feral rage, Keziah can tap into a primal, unstoppable rage born of an animalistic mindset that is typically inhibited by a human's conscience, morals, and rational thinking. When Keziah accesses this, he loses all conscious of friend and foe. He enters a completely animal state. Through it, he can perform to a higher level and beyond typical human performances. He can withstand incredible damage, deal out incredible damage, move faster, distress his body without suffering, and other such things. It is very dangerous for him to enter his feral rage. While in this state, he cannot fully discern friend from foe and will turn on each. He can also blackout during this, and he will not remember all he did in that state. This is a mental fortification meant to protect him from emotional and mental trauma, so remembering what he has done can be a horrible and painful experience, both during and in the after when the regret hits him. If he remains in the rage too long, sometimes he reverts to four basic instincts: fight, flight, mate, and eat. He fears that if he keeps lapsing into the rage, someday he will be incapable of anything else except those four instincts. Keziah has a dubious past. He has no known living relatives and he will not make friends with people. He has mentioned in passing that he was very close to someone once, but the way he talks about them suggests that he is dead.
Name: Keziah Mason "Iggy" Jenkins / Gender: Male / Race: Human / Age: 15 / Rank: Student / Gift: Feral Rage
Platinum strawberry-blonde hair, shimmering white in the bright sun, is shaggy and thick, but very soft, like a fluffy cat's fur, and it hangs down to his shoulders, his bangs falling over his eyes. His eyes are beautiful, pale red optics that shine like gemstones, and are about as gentle and warm as melted chocolate. His skin is deathly pale, as white as bone and frost and snow. He is very thin, in a sickly fashion, and no matter how much he eats or doesn't, his ribs always show and his cheeks are rather hollow. Keziah is a very tender hearted person. For a boy who is sought after by anyone looking for fighting ability, this poses a problem. His feral rage launches him into an uncontrollable state where he has maimed, and possibly killed, a lot of people. He sees himself as evil because he cannot discern friend from foe in his feral state which is triggered by heavy emotion. He hates fighting because he has been forced to commit such heinous things through his incredible ability to fight, and he always pushes for peace instead of violence. Not to say he is a straight pacifist, but he would rather back down or compromise than run in with fists swinging. Due to Keziah's advancement, his mind is degenerating, and he displays rather animalistic behaviors. These can range from snarling, hissing, purring, sniffing people, preening, and other behaviors that people think are weird and disturbing. People that actually know Keziah call them his 'quirks'. Next to cooking, singing opera, and ballet -yes, ballet- Keziah has an unusual talent, an advancement that is commonly called feral rage. With feral rage, Keziah can tap into a primal, unstoppable rage born of an animalistic mindset that is typically inhibited by a human's conscience, morals, and rational thinking. When Keziah accesses this, he loses all conscious of friend and foe. He enters a completely animal state. Through it, he can perform to a higher level and beyond typical human performances. He can withstand incredible damage, deal out incredible damage, move faster, distress his body without suffering, and other such things. It is very dangerous for him to enter his feral rage. While in this state, he cannot fully discern friend from foe and will turn on each. He can also blackout during this, and he will not remember all he did in that state. This is a mental fortification meant to protect him from emotional and mental trauma, so remembering what he has done can be a horrible and painful experience, both during and in the after when the regret hits him. If he remains in the rage too long, sometimes he reverts to four basic instincts: fight, flight, mate, and eat. He fears that if he keeps lapsing into the rage, someday he will be incapable of anything else except those four instincts. Keziah has a dubious past. He has no known living relatives and he will not make friends with people. He has mentioned in passing that he was very close to someone once, but the way he talks about them suggests that he is dead.
Name: Keziah Mason "Iggy" Jenkins / Gender: Male / Race: Human / Age: 15 / Rank: Student / Gift: Feral Rage
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Emerald is a noble from a very refined family. But after his parents were killed in a horrible accident, he became the sole heir of his entire estate. The estate, legally, is not his until he turns eighteen, so for now, it is being held by the bankers. He stays at the school, being given a certain sum every month for living expenses, which he spends very carefully and frugally, despite that these amounts are rather large. He is a little paranoid under his calm demeanor, since there are plenty of people out there who want to take his wealth and power away from him. His life is in constant danger, and so he has bodyguards nearby at all times so that he can live in some peace and quiet as he waits out the three years till he sees his inheritance. Emerald hates being stuck at the Academy, but it is one of the only places where he can live and breathe in peace. Fewer attempts have been made on his life in those walls than anywhere else, so he figures he may as well take advantage of the safer circumstances. Emerald is rather reserved, but gives all the appearances of charming, friendly guy. He is very smart and usually knows more than what he lets on.
Name: Emerald Nashtaka / Gender: Male / Race: Human / Age: 15 / Rank: Student / Gift: Hypnosis
Name: Emerald Nashtaka / Gender: Male / Race: Human / Age: 15 / Rank: Student / Gift: Hypnosis
-EUPHAR-
ATHZAR
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Akrotiri looks about twenty-eight years of age. He has golden hair with fire colored streaks and nearly glowing orange eyes. His muscled body is covered in bizarre tattoos that shift colors, always those related to fire. He usually wears a lot of clothing to cover up his strange appearance, even his face. He could be considered handsome by some people, but for the most part, he just looks strange. Akrotiri is a Philosopher's Stone. An alchemist transmuted thousands of people to create one, and it created a vessel: Akrotiri. The alchemist used him for very evil purposes until he was finally killed by members of the Royal Guard in Athzar. Akrotiri was brought before the Queen, and there, he was named as her body guard. Akrotiri is still learning how to be human, so he has trouble understanding things or grasping certain concepts. Things like fun, pleasure, and desire are unknown to him, if only because he lived his existence being a tool rather than a person. But the Queen seems determined to pull him out of her comfort zone as much as possible. He will become human yet.
Name: Akrotiri Marie / Gender: Male / Race: Modified Human / Age: 28 / Rank: Bodyguard / Gift: Philosopher's Stone / Charge: Queen Saphira
Name: Akrotiri Marie / Gender: Male / Race: Modified Human / Age: 28 / Rank: Bodyguard / Gift: Philosopher's Stone / Charge: Queen Saphira
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Aragorn is the youngest son of the late King and Queen, being the younger brother of the current Queen Saphira. He has the strange white hair and his eyes are ice blue. Only his hair also tends to shimmer with a pale blue or pale purple opalescence when in sun and moonlight. Aragorn was never really allowed near his sister. The Queen kept him secluded and pampered as long as she was alive, treating him like a baby even when he was older. When she died, he was rather lost about what to do with himself. And then when his sister took the throne, he just let himself fade into obscurity for the most part. He stays to his palace and lives out his life in a rather dull fashion. He only ever sets foot near his sister when he has to. He is a very cold hearted, ruthless person. None of his servants really want him to ever rule anybody or be put in charge of anything for fear of what he will do. But people who only know the fact he exists sometimes speculate that as the only male child, he should be King and not his sister. He takes everything with a grain of salt.
Name: Aragorn / Gender: Male / Race: Human / Age: 8 / Rank: Prince / Gift: none
Name: Aragorn / Gender: Male / Race: Human / Age: 8 / Rank: Prince / Gift: none
ARAMOOR
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Ienraveive Moto de Snide, or as she prefers to be called, Princess Creampuff, is immortal. Not only was she born to elves, but she was turned by vampires. Cursed with this body, trapped in a strange state of limbo between childish behavior and rude awakenings, she has developed a rather twisted side of herself. She uses her powers and abilities for her own sick pleasures. Nevermind the pain she causes. Why should that matter? She's having fun after all. Princess Creampuff usually sticks to the Elven lands, but will occasionally travel around with her teleportation. She has strawberry colored hair and pale red eyes. She is short and a little chubby. No doubt cute, but she can bite very, very hard.
Name: Princess Creampuff / Gender: Female / Race: Elf-turned-Vampire / Age: 5 / Rank: none / Gift: Teleportation
Name: Princess Creampuff / Gender: Female / Race: Elf-turned-Vampire / Age: 5 / Rank: none / Gift: Teleportation
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Elani Nhiostrifthis is a beautiful she-elf with tawny golden hair and pale blue eyes. Despite coming from noble stock, she was determined to follow the path of the warrior. Her family disowned her and stripped her of her wealth, title, and name. So she took on a new one, made her own way in the world, and has come quite far in the military. Elani is soft spoken and to the point about things. She is rather ruthless on the battlefield, but will show mercy where it is needed. She does not seem like a warrior at first glance, but not just because she has a pretty face. She still carries herself like a noble. She dresses and talks and acts like one. But then duty calls, and she dons heavy armor, picks up a sword, and off she goes. And it often leaves people rather surprised. Eli reads in her free time or trains in weaponry. She uses a longsword for the most part, but is also well versed in the use of war axes.
Name: Elani Nhiostrifthis / Gender: Female / Race: Elf / Age: 18 / Rank: Warrior / Gift: Light Magic
Name: Elani Nhiostrifthis / Gender: Female / Race: Elf / Age: 18 / Rank: Warrior / Gift: Light Magic
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Sagum Acebasef is a very handsome elf of some forty-seven years, though the decreased aging process makes him look around twenty-two. He has long blonde hair and leafy green eyes. Sagum is typically known to be civil and rather quiet. He comes from a noble family despite being a warrior mage. He is very intelligent and enjoys strategizing and studying the martial arts in his spare time. Most people underestimate him upon first glance. He is very prolific with magic of all sorts.
Name: Sagum Acebasef / Gender: Male / Race: Elf / Age: 22 / Rank: Warrior / Gift: Magic
Name: Sagum Acebasef / Gender: Male / Race: Elf / Age: 22 / Rank: Warrior / Gift: Magic
BELRAUTHIEN
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EDEN
Sephiroth is a young man of nineteen years. As an avian, he has a set of large, black wings. He has short, spiky black hair and brilliant blue eyes, save, his eyes were blinded when he was younger, so they are slowly attaining a milky sort of film over them. Both eyes are crossed through with scars, but the right suffered more than the left.
Sephiroth is still a very formidable warrior despite being blind. He uses his skills as well as his powers to thwart most attempts on his life. He serves the Eden with a very strong passion. He does not hate the Tribe of Shadows though. He just wishes they would get along.
Sephiroth is not easily broken. He is very headstrong and resolute in his beliefs. In general, he is happy and positive. Otherwise, he walks around with a poker face. He is always willing to help out, but doesn't know when to say no to things, which can be troublesome for him.
Name: Sephiroth Nomura / Gender: Male / Race: Avian / Age: 19 / Rank: Warrior / Gift: marionette strings
Sephiroth is a young man of nineteen years. As an avian, he has a set of large, black wings. He has short, spiky black hair and brilliant blue eyes, save, his eyes were blinded when he was younger, so they are slowly attaining a milky sort of film over them. Both eyes are crossed through with scars, but the right suffered more than the left.
Sephiroth is still a very formidable warrior despite being blind. He uses his skills as well as his powers to thwart most attempts on his life. He serves the Eden with a very strong passion. He does not hate the Tribe of Shadows though. He just wishes they would get along.
Sephiroth is not easily broken. He is very headstrong and resolute in his beliefs. In general, he is happy and positive. Otherwise, he walks around with a poker face. He is always willing to help out, but doesn't know when to say no to things, which can be troublesome for him.
Name: Sephiroth Nomura / Gender: Male / Race: Avian / Age: 19 / Rank: Warrior / Gift: marionette strings
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SHADOWS
Loz is the eight year old son of a prisoner long dead and a member of the Tribe currently unknown. He was passed around the members who all took turns raising him. After some time, he showed a great inclination towards magic, so they taught him here and there. But then he branched off and studied it on his own. He needed to have some use. Useless members are worthless after all. So he learned about the plants and the human body, and he works as the Clan's healer and potion crafter. He can cure almost anything and heal any injury. He can also fashion all sorts of poisons, potions, and other things. He can even cook meals if he's ordered too. It's all just mixing of ingredients and following of procedures after all. Loz is very quiet and never smiles or seems happy. He sticks by himself for the most part. He acts like an adult rather than a child, but truth be told, he is just a child in the end. He can't hold up in a fight very well as a matter of his size and strength rather than skill. He does not rely on his fellow members because he knows they won't help him. He is alone in this world. Plain and simple.
Name: Loz / Gender: Male / Race: Elf/Human / Age: 8 / Rank: Healer/Potion Crafter / Gift: Communicate with Magic
Loz is the eight year old son of a prisoner long dead and a member of the Tribe currently unknown. He was passed around the members who all took turns raising him. After some time, he showed a great inclination towards magic, so they taught him here and there. But then he branched off and studied it on his own. He needed to have some use. Useless members are worthless after all. So he learned about the plants and the human body, and he works as the Clan's healer and potion crafter. He can cure almost anything and heal any injury. He can also fashion all sorts of poisons, potions, and other things. He can even cook meals if he's ordered too. It's all just mixing of ingredients and following of procedures after all. Loz is very quiet and never smiles or seems happy. He sticks by himself for the most part. He acts like an adult rather than a child, but truth be told, he is just a child in the end. He can't hold up in a fight very well as a matter of his size and strength rather than skill. He does not rely on his fellow members because he knows they won't help him. He is alone in this world. Plain and simple.
Name: Loz / Gender: Male / Race: Elf/Human / Age: 8 / Rank: Healer/Potion Crafter / Gift: Communicate with Magic
KAWTHAR
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Kismet Wolfgrim Abeytu Austravarious is a very unusual person. For one thing, he is half-siren, his mother being of the fantastical that is known for its enchanting song. She fell in love with his father, a human, and months later, Kismet was born. By then his father had left and gone home. But she was still there on the island with her son, Kismet. He was always in danger there, as the sirens wanted nothing more than to drown and eat him as all sirens do to men. But his mother secreted him away to Kawthar's noble dragons and begged them to take him somewhere safe. The dragon took him to its lair and raised him itself. Kismet was eventually reunited with his father and his father's family, earning for himself his family's name and noble title. The son of the dragon that raised him became his own dragon, and he joined the stronghold's ranks.. His younger brother disappeared shortly thereafter. He searches for his brother as he can, but his duty comes first.
Name: Kismet Wolfgrim Abeytu Austravarious / Gender: Male / Race: Half-human, Half-siren / Age: 20 / Rank: Rider / Dragon's Name: Sanguinaris
Name: Kismet Wolfgrim Abeytu Austravarious / Gender: Male / Race: Half-human, Half-siren / Age: 20 / Rank: Rider / Dragon's Name: Sanguinaris
-AERION-
DYAUS
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Teng is the leader of all the Sky People of Dyaus. But unlike the regular humans that abide there, he is a kitsune, a fox demon that can assume human form. He primarily exists in human form, assuming that of a young man in his early twenties. But even without his nine tails or fiery fur, it is obvious that he is very different. He always exudes an ethereal quality. His long silver hair seems to glow like moonlight. There is always peace and calm in his presence. Some say he manipulates emotions, but that is not so. Teng is a very gentle leader. Though not a pacifist by any stretch, he does promote peace and seeks to settle conflict by empowering others rather than use divine intervention in things. He really does enjoy his life in Dyaus, and he hopes to rule it into many more centuries of peace and prosperity.
Name: Teng / Gender: Male / Race: Kitsune / Age: 70 / Rank: Leader / Gift: Flames and Dream Walking
Name: Teng / Gender: Male / Race: Kitsune / Age: 70 / Rank: Leader / Gift: Flames and Dream Walking
ELDORIS
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Lleu is one of the merfolk that live in the seas of Eldoris. Like most merfolk, he has the ability to walk on land, but he seldom does this. Ever. And for the most part, Lleu lives deep in the sea. Alone. He is occasionally in the company of his uncle and his one friend. But he longs to overcome curses placed on him by his mother, the sea-witch, and just live a normal life without anymore trials and horrors as such he has faced. Lleu's mother was a sea-witch, and in her fury, she cursed him with three curses: he may never fall in love with a human or a mer or they will die, if he walks on land he will feel knives stab him and he will see blood, and he is more than likely to die when injured than any normal person.
Lleu came from a very powerful family of seawitches and merman warriors. He and his twin brother Dylan were born to the seawitch Aranrhod through magical experimentation. She did not acknowledge Lleu as her son, and placed three curses upon him, stripped him of any possible magic or gifts, and cast him from her sight. He and his twin were then adopted and raised by his uncle. He had a quiet, seclusive upbringing, since his uncle did not trust Aranrhod at all. He feared Lleu would be killed if she ever discovered his whereabouts. His brother Dylan hated the seclusion, and one day, he left. He had never been hated by his mother after all, so he did not fear her. Lleu never heard from him again, and the latest news that reached him was that his brother was dead, murdered by their other uncle over some petty jealousy. Lleu felt even more alone that day. To draw him from his grief, his uncle devised to give him love. He and his brother conspired on how to make someone for him. Magic was the only answer, so from the flowers that grew near the sea, they fashioned him a very beautiful young woman. He liked her very much, and she drew him back from his sadness. He was not so lonely anymore. But then she fell madly in love with a human on the surface. Together, they conspired to kill Lleu. Her lover and his friends gathered together and had her lure Lleu to the surface. After much persuading, he finally walked on the land. Her lover and his men surrounded Lleu and dragged him away to kill him. Lleu barely managed to escape. He went to the sea, but his blood drew the sharks to him. Being dragged down to the darkest parts of the ocean in their struggle, he thought he would surely die. But he was not as alone as he thought. Someone saved him. Fought the sharks off, and took him away where he could be safe. When he opened his eyes, he saw his savior: a girl named Selene.
Since then, they have been friends. He will do anything for her, owing her his life.
Lleu's three curses are as follows:
1. Whenever he walks as a human, he shall feel knives stabbing into him with every step, and see blood.
2. Should he truly love a mer or a human, that love will die.
3. In facing death, your heart will fail you, and you shall die.
Name: Lleu / Gender: Male / Race: Merman / Age: 20 / Rank: Citizen / Gift: none
Lleu came from a very powerful family of seawitches and merman warriors. He and his twin brother Dylan were born to the seawitch Aranrhod through magical experimentation. She did not acknowledge Lleu as her son, and placed three curses upon him, stripped him of any possible magic or gifts, and cast him from her sight. He and his twin were then adopted and raised by his uncle. He had a quiet, seclusive upbringing, since his uncle did not trust Aranrhod at all. He feared Lleu would be killed if she ever discovered his whereabouts. His brother Dylan hated the seclusion, and one day, he left. He had never been hated by his mother after all, so he did not fear her. Lleu never heard from him again, and the latest news that reached him was that his brother was dead, murdered by their other uncle over some petty jealousy. Lleu felt even more alone that day. To draw him from his grief, his uncle devised to give him love. He and his brother conspired on how to make someone for him. Magic was the only answer, so from the flowers that grew near the sea, they fashioned him a very beautiful young woman. He liked her very much, and she drew him back from his sadness. He was not so lonely anymore. But then she fell madly in love with a human on the surface. Together, they conspired to kill Lleu. Her lover and his friends gathered together and had her lure Lleu to the surface. After much persuading, he finally walked on the land. Her lover and his men surrounded Lleu and dragged him away to kill him. Lleu barely managed to escape. He went to the sea, but his blood drew the sharks to him. Being dragged down to the darkest parts of the ocean in their struggle, he thought he would surely die. But he was not as alone as he thought. Someone saved him. Fought the sharks off, and took him away where he could be safe. When he opened his eyes, he saw his savior: a girl named Selene.
Since then, they have been friends. He will do anything for her, owing her his life.
Lleu's three curses are as follows:
1. Whenever he walks as a human, he shall feel knives stabbing into him with every step, and see blood.
2. Should he truly love a mer or a human, that love will die.
3. In facing death, your heart will fail you, and you shall die.
Name: Lleu / Gender: Male / Race: Merman / Age: 20 / Rank: Citizen / Gift: none
THE DOME
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The Dome never saw a stranger person. Seamus, the master programmer, who's delving and tinkering may just throw the entire project into chaos. Seamus seems like a lazy nerd when at home. He watches anime, wears graphic tees, plays Dungeons and Dragons, and eats ramen. Then he comes across as the genius kid in school. He gets near perfect As on tests and homework, over-achieves in projects, is always reading and studying, and eats those lunches for nutrition. Outside of school and home, he seems like any average kid. He plays sports, goes to movies and concerts, hangs out with friends, talks about cars and chicks, and other things. He's a mix of things, and he doesn't really care what people think of him as. One thing stays the same: he's always positive. Or tries to be. He usually walks into a room with a smile on his face and an abundance of energy. He always has fresh ideas for things and wants to test out his newest invention. There isn't much Seamus won't do. He'll try anything. Though it is safe to say, he keeps his thoughts secret. He doesn't like talking about himself that much or his family. In the case of relationships and thoughts, not so much interests. No one really knows what to make of this guy, and he likes keeping it that way. Seamus is about sixteen with white hair. He has bright blue eyes, and has three piercings in both ears.
Name: Seamus O'Toole / Gender: Male / Race: Human / Age: 15 / Rank: Citizen / Gift: none
Name: Seamus O'Toole / Gender: Male / Race: Human / Age: 15 / Rank: Citizen / Gift: none
DOLORES
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Deep and dark and dangerous. This is one hitman that has no classical soft spot for anything. If there is a target on your back painted by a wealthy mogul or a bullseye planted on you by Tristan himself, he will not hesitate to take you out. He is ruthless to a fault and beyond frightening. It would be best to walk away before his axe splits your head in two.
Six foot two, shaggy black hair, dark gray eyes that are almost black, pale skin. His parents were both Korean. He had a name change when he was eighteen. Twenty years of anger bottled up inside a rubbed raw, flayed alive shell that barely resembles a human have peaked to this horrifying and terrible creature named Tristan Rohrbach. He kills because he can, and he can kill like no one can believe. He does not wield a sidearm and a hatchet for the looks of it. When he makes his rounds about the block looking for people on his shit list, you can bet both weapons will be equally soaked in blood. And it won't be his for the most part. He cannot remember the last time he lost a fight with someone, and he has fought and killed over five hundred people. It began typically with any disturbed child. When his parents were not ignoring him, they were enacting any kind of torture they thought would be most fun at the moment. That is why he never uses the word 'bored'. His parents used it frequently. "I'm bored. Let's pour boiling water on his face." One night, he waited for his parents to be good and drunk and asleep, then went into their bed with a knife and stabbed his mother to death. After that, he panicked, dropped the knife, and fled back to his bedroom. Somehow, the cops got involved, and after a whole month of legalities and trials, his father was jailed for the murder. Tristan was fostered out, and his foster parents forced him to visit his father once a month. But he knows what the message is going to be. Every month it was the same thing. "Soon as I'm out of here, you will wish you had killed me too." His father got out after paying some of his contacts through the nose, and Tristan found himself back living with his old man. But from the first minute, he knew his father was going to do something to him far worse than any torture he had experienced as a child. He just knew it. He went to bed with a gun this time, one he had found stashed in the basement. His father came into his room and ordered him to get up. So Tristan rolled over and shot him four times in the stomach. Then he dragged his father down the stairs and beat him to death with the blunt side of an axe. Since he was a minor, he was sent to juvenile hall for a couple months, put through serious therapy, had his record wiped clean, then was shoved into the system. He was eventually found by a gangster who took the kid for basic drug running. But Tristan took things to the next level. If people were the kind to rat them out or tried to underhand him because he was a kid, he killed them. He gained quite the reputation, and the gangster took him off the drug running so that he wouldn't lose business. Tristan was eventually hired by a very dirty businessman who kept him close as a bodyguard and hit man of sorts. He kills anyone his boss asks him to.
Name: Tristan Rohrbach / Gender: Male / Rank: none / Age: 23
Six foot two, shaggy black hair, dark gray eyes that are almost black, pale skin. His parents were both Korean. He had a name change when he was eighteen. Twenty years of anger bottled up inside a rubbed raw, flayed alive shell that barely resembles a human have peaked to this horrifying and terrible creature named Tristan Rohrbach. He kills because he can, and he can kill like no one can believe. He does not wield a sidearm and a hatchet for the looks of it. When he makes his rounds about the block looking for people on his shit list, you can bet both weapons will be equally soaked in blood. And it won't be his for the most part. He cannot remember the last time he lost a fight with someone, and he has fought and killed over five hundred people. It began typically with any disturbed child. When his parents were not ignoring him, they were enacting any kind of torture they thought would be most fun at the moment. That is why he never uses the word 'bored'. His parents used it frequently. "I'm bored. Let's pour boiling water on his face." One night, he waited for his parents to be good and drunk and asleep, then went into their bed with a knife and stabbed his mother to death. After that, he panicked, dropped the knife, and fled back to his bedroom. Somehow, the cops got involved, and after a whole month of legalities and trials, his father was jailed for the murder. Tristan was fostered out, and his foster parents forced him to visit his father once a month. But he knows what the message is going to be. Every month it was the same thing. "Soon as I'm out of here, you will wish you had killed me too." His father got out after paying some of his contacts through the nose, and Tristan found himself back living with his old man. But from the first minute, he knew his father was going to do something to him far worse than any torture he had experienced as a child. He just knew it. He went to bed with a gun this time, one he had found stashed in the basement. His father came into his room and ordered him to get up. So Tristan rolled over and shot him four times in the stomach. Then he dragged his father down the stairs and beat him to death with the blunt side of an axe. Since he was a minor, he was sent to juvenile hall for a couple months, put through serious therapy, had his record wiped clean, then was shoved into the system. He was eventually found by a gangster who took the kid for basic drug running. But Tristan took things to the next level. If people were the kind to rat them out or tried to underhand him because he was a kid, he killed them. He gained quite the reputation, and the gangster took him off the drug running so that he wouldn't lose business. Tristan was eventually hired by a very dirty businessman who kept him close as a bodyguard and hit man of sorts. He kills anyone his boss asks him to.
Name: Tristan Rohrbach / Gender: Male / Rank: none / Age: 23
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Hei Song is Korean, born and raised. He has short, choppy black hair and narrowed black eyes. Both his ears are pierced in multiple places. He mostly wears studs or very small hoops in them if ever at all. He would usually be thought of as handsome if not for the ugly barbed wire scars across his shoulder, arms, neck and face, mostly the left side. Some people ignore this about him. A lot don't. Hei comes from a very tragic background, being an orphan and also a victim of four attempted murder cases. He doesn't talk much about that past of his, preferring to look to the present. Still, his smile is usually described as sad or pained. He is a very skilled individual, knowing several martial arts, how to play four instruments, and he can speak quite a few languages. He's something of a loner, only ever traveling with one other person if ever anyone at all.
Name: Hei Song / Gender: Male / Age: 20 / Race: Human / Rank: Citizen
Name: Hei Song / Gender: Male / Age: 20 / Race: Human / Rank: Citizen