Tapiwa and Godlumthakathi
for Welcome to the Keep
Username; AlphonseKynareth
Name; Tapiwa
Age; 15
Gender; Female
Family;
Appearance; Long, curly red hair. Large, wine-red eyes. She has darker skin, the color of milk chocolate. She is petite and rather solid. she keeps her hair back with a dark brown band. She often wears slit skirts with pants underneath for easy mobility while still attaining femininity.
Personality;
Backstory; She grew up in a small, nomadic tribe that lived in the jungles near Chachen Ixa.
Future Dream;
Most Wanted Creature; Xand Bear or a Mist Stalker
Other;
Username; AlphonseKynareth
Name; Godlumthakathi, aka Thi
Age; 14
Gender; Male
Family;
Appearance; He has spiky black and white hair with some hanging down that gets in his face. The rest in the back goes to just a little below his shoulders. His eyes are narrowed with thick eyelashes framing them, making the color of his eyes stand out more. His irises are bi-colored: green that turns to a reddish-pink. He has fairly tanned skin with plenty of scarring all over, but he usually has them all hidden under his clothing. The most noticeable scars are a large bite mark covering his right wrist and hand, and a large slash across the bridge of his nose curving up to cover the entire right side of his face, ending in three clipped gouges in his right ear.
Personality; (will be developed in rp) Generally a self-sacrificing, willing individual he can show moments of great personality. But he bottles up things around others because of his past.
Backstory; -
Future Dream;
Most Wanted Creature;
Other;
Name; Tapiwa
Age; 15
Gender; Female
Family;
Appearance; Long, curly red hair. Large, wine-red eyes. She has darker skin, the color of milk chocolate. She is petite and rather solid. she keeps her hair back with a dark brown band. She often wears slit skirts with pants underneath for easy mobility while still attaining femininity.
Personality;
Backstory; She grew up in a small, nomadic tribe that lived in the jungles near Chachen Ixa.
Future Dream;
Most Wanted Creature; Xand Bear or a Mist Stalker
Other;
Username; AlphonseKynareth
Name; Godlumthakathi, aka Thi
Age; 14
Gender; Male
Family;
Appearance; He has spiky black and white hair with some hanging down that gets in his face. The rest in the back goes to just a little below his shoulders. His eyes are narrowed with thick eyelashes framing them, making the color of his eyes stand out more. His irises are bi-colored: green that turns to a reddish-pink. He has fairly tanned skin with plenty of scarring all over, but he usually has them all hidden under his clothing. The most noticeable scars are a large bite mark covering his right wrist and hand, and a large slash across the bridge of his nose curving up to cover the entire right side of his face, ending in three clipped gouges in his right ear.
Personality; (will be developed in rp) Generally a self-sacrificing, willing individual he can show moments of great personality. But he bottles up things around others because of his past.
Backstory; -
Future Dream;
Most Wanted Creature;
Other;
Taber Godson
for Inequivalent Exchange
Salah Walkure
for Inequivalent Exchange
Salah Walkure
AlphonseKynareth
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Role: Captain
Nationality: Aerugo
Personality: Salah is polite. That's what everyone says. He talks softly and only when he is spoken to or when he deems it necessary for him to say something. He keeps to himself. He does as he is expected. As one personnel member commented on reviewing Salah: "the guy is so boring it's almost sad". Really there is nothing under the sun that tends to be considered surprising, as far as where Salah is concerned. Smiles come to his face often enough when the mood is right, but other than that, he keeps an expressionless poker face. Even in a crisis, only, under heavy pressure he can frown a little. But expressing feelings and opinions is not in the cards for him. Most say that he has no feelings. Those that know better understand it to be a very well placed mask, hiding true feelings, intentions, and purposes under a clever guise of stony, cold resolution.
His mask hides his hate. An unbridled, unparalleled sort of hatred that has burned in him for years. He bears it towards the military, of all things, the very military he serves in fact. But he feels he owes the military a greater debt than he could ever pay, and so he stubbornly serves it without any outward aversion. It is, for all intents and purposes, a love-hate relationship, and entirely one-sided. The military is only a machine of war. It cannot feel anything for its ever disposable yet useful weapons. But Salah feels every bit inclined to despise the military for what it brought him in his youth.
He does not hate the people though. Certain higher ups who have no cares for life and are pushing this war monster ever forward, yes. He hates them. But the men he serves and is served by he appreciates and admires in his own way. He places a very, very high value on human life, no matter which one it is. This does not make him a pacifist, no. If he kills, it is unselfishly. He kills to protect those he has been put in charge of, wether they be the ones he has responsibility over, or wether it is the men he is put in charge under. As for those who order the murders he hates, he merely fulfills his duty as a dog of the state, with no real drive or desire in his heart. More a reaction. He is loyal to the country and the military he now serves, and there is good to be found within it, he knows this. He would never betray them outright or underhandedly. He will fight to the bitter end for each and every soldier and ideal held by the state. But while they have his body, they will not have his mind or his heart. And he keeps those very well guarded.
Even though he is boring, Salah is no stranger to socializing. He just never instigates anything, more or less just following along with the group. He has no friends, but generally enough acquaintances to not be entirely isolated from what civilization has to offer. He has been dragged along to events and parties. Few, but plenty enough for him. He never drinks or smokes though, nor does he exactly form relationships that much. He can honestly admit that he has never had a girlfriend or ever been in love or gone out with someone before. He does feel some connection with his brothers in arms, but not enough to be their friends. He will, however, visit their graves if they are fallen. It's the least he can do. Always a shadow in life that watches over the living, and a shadow in death to keep the dead company.
Appearance: Hailing from the Southern country of Aerugo, the appearance of the population tends to have the typical tanned skin, sculpted face, and brown or black wavy hair that is very distinguishable in their country. But from some genetic defect or perhaps a throwback to a very past Ishvalan grandparent, Salah's hair is white and his eyes have a vague, pinkish tinge to their gray color. At first glance, most would take him for a fairer Ishvalan or perhaps a terribly well preserved old man. The former is usually the go to, and it has caused nothing but trouble for Salah in all his life. As a result, he usually keeps his hat on when out and about. He heard of the Ishvalan who was accepted in the Amestris military at the wall of Briggs, but his requests to transfer there were denied for one reason or another. While most have come to relax and accept the fact that he isn't Ishvalan, a lot of people believe him a liar, and he is no stranger to the dagger glares thrown his way. He has plenty to shoot back should he wish to drop his amiable mask.
As for masks, a horrific injury in his youth that took away a large portion of his face left him with no choice but to apply a mechanical one of sorts from a mechanic in Central. He is missing the lower right side of his face from just under his right eye, across to the other end of the his right eye, back along his right ear but keeping it intact, down to the underside of his right jaw, and up over his face staying against the right side of his nose and mouth, back to the underside of his eye. The inside of his mouth and portion of the right side of his nose exposed, it was exceedingly difficult for him to breathe, let alone talk or anything else. His voice now bears a metallic sort of echo to it now, but at the very least, he is grateful that he can breathe normally again.
Salah is of average height at about six foot one. He has fairly tanned skin of a light brown tone. Muscle contours his lean frame, compact enough to not be ugly, but shapely so as to be distinguished. He has automail arms and legs, so the only true muscle he has left of his own is in his back, chest, abs, and a little around the shoulders and hips, whatever happened to be left behind. As said, he has white hair. It is long and kept in a high ponytail. He often cuts it to shoulder length with a knife, but it grows rather fast and is hard to maintain at one length. He does not much care for appearances at all, so long as he is neat. His eyes are a storm cloud gray, with slight hints of pink and blue to the irises. The pupils are rimmed in a much, much darker blue gray color while the ring just before the sclera is lined inside with a more pinkish gray color that accents the reddish hints in his eyes a little more strongly. In brighter light, the red of his eyes is more noticeable while the blue is more pronounced in darker lights. Overall, his eyes look fairly red-violet but pale with a silvery sheen.
The automail is an expensive, medium weight style of a certain mechanic in Central, surprisingly one that no one really trusts due to his ridiculous pricing. But it's the only mechanic Salah actually knows, and constant outsourcing to Rush Valley would take way too much time. The type is rather heavy around the joints and tends to pull at the skin it is attached to, which causes some issue with bleeding under strain. However, the weight is due to the nature of the metal itself, a certain alloy better useful for shielding against gunfire, blasts, and swords. While not impervious to damage, it can hold up much better than a lightweight model would. It is shaped to represent a lean physique to compliment the rest of his body and not be too bulky. He is still fairly agile despite them, but his speed is less than it could be. His stealth is average, though the type of terrain certainly matters. He is never seen in short sleeves, short pants, or without gloves if he can help it. He prefers not to stand out. His face does enough of that for him.
History: Salah came from a very small, rural village near Fotset in Aurego. No one even heard of the place, which is why no one really missed it when Amestris swept in and snuffed out its existence during their Aurego border conquests. He was only six years old when the soldiers came. Salah's mother was caught in the crossfire trying to save him, and he watched in mute horror when she exploded with blood and dropped like a stone before his very eyes. But no one seemed to care. At least that was how it was to Salah. They wrote it off as the accident it was, dumped her body in an unmarked grave, and then moved on. Salah's only consolation then was his father, who tried his best to protect Salah and his three siblings while they were taken in as prisoners of war. They found they weren't the only prisoners though. There were other people that looked a lot like Salah and his older sister, people with dark skin, white hair, and red eyes. During a massive prisoner transfer to Central, Salah and his older sister were mistakenly placed with the Ishvalans for their appearance, and were sent off to a Laboratory in the Eastern Center. A little, hole in the wall place called Laboratory E3. It paraded itself as a military medicine research facility, but underground it was involved with some darker things of which Salah cannot name or truly recall. He was never told during his time there of what was transpiring or what the tests meant. For all Salah knew, it really was just medical research. But during a certain alchemical experiment, the entire facility exploded.
When Salah awoke, he had severe trauma and no limbs. He had been found in the rubble with a few other people and brought to the Eastern Command's hospital where he was just barely kept alive through alchemy. In the explosion and the fire that followed it, the records were lost, and Salah never saw his sister again.
A doctor of the hospital took pity on Salah and had him taken to an acquaintance of his: an automail engineer in Rush Valley. To pay off for his own automail limbs one day, Salah agreed to let the man use him as an automail tester. And so, Salah spent his days having limbs attached and unattached and reattached for the next six years of his life. At age twelve, Salah could not take the tests anymore, and he ran away. He left Rush Valley and hitchhiked on a train, heading anywhere but what was in his opinion a godforsaken town. He managed to stay out of sight on the train roof until freezing night winds forced him to seek refuge in the train. Unfortunately, the compartment he chose to enter into had sleeping occupants within, and they were not exactly thrilled to have him. Especially since they were all three Brigadier Generals heading for Western Command. Salah was promptly arrested and turned over to the Military Police at the train station at Western Command. They threatened to return him to Rush Valley, but after overhearing rumors, Salah lied and said he had only wanted to come to Western Command to join the military. Unfortunately, he did not know that the particular military training he was speaking of was of the most prestigious training regiments in the country. He was promptly told this and that the only way he would get anywhere in the field was if he was sponsored. But not wanting to be found out and sent back to the man in Rush Valley, he insisted he was more than capable of matching everyone with pure skill alone. They thought him reckless, and Salah found himself in a horrible crisis. The military that was the cause of all his horrors was now the only way to keep him from another horror. At least he felt that this horror was less than the mechanic at Rush Valley. He finished the entrance process and threw himself into the job, training hard and putting in more effort than anyone around him. But as predicted, he did not rise in the ranks as easily as the others did, for he had no connection or status to elevate his station. No one was about to line up to assist him either, fearing they would be seen as treacherous Ishvalan supporters if they did. Only one man seemed to not care for such petty insecurities. A General of some prestige was visiting the area and happened to be brought to the facility for a tour. Fourteen years old now, Salah was showing incredible proficiency in several areas of combat, and he was very bright in strategies and tactics. But he was being held back due to lack of support. The General found it rather amusing that a young, unbalanced, kid could cause so many thorns in people's sides. Curious about his real aptitude, the General decided to include him in his sponsorships. Allowed to study more and have more freedoms, Salah did excel in the training, but now he felt that he was indebted to the military he hated so much.
After leaving the facility and becoming an established, yet low ranking, officer, he faced his first taste of the military's crueler side, a side he had not seen since that terrible day at six years old. And now he was being ordered to partake in the slaughter of undeserving peoples, specifically, his own. He was assigned to the Southern Border skirmishes for his first three years. He did well. Phenomenal in fact. And he rose through the ranks steadily enough. He could quickly oppress the enemy, deteriorate opposition, and still keep his men alive. In fact, he even managed to settle most disputes without even firing a shot. And then, for SOME reason, he was reassigned to Central. And all he hears in the reports now are the brutal dealings of the people and the military and the steady rise of bloodshed. He had found a niche in the military he was destined to keep serving. He thought he could work from the inside to prevent the bloodshed. But his work was for nought. And now he has gone into himself, and seems all the more a shell for it.
He has been fighting for years. He is a Captain now, and on his way to being promoted to Major, so they say. He has done a lot to get this far, but now he has been assigned under State Alchemist Major Xian to go investigate these strange pop ups of chimera.
Powers: None.
Weapons: Sallah is very good at many areas of combat, but is a master of none. A jack-of-all-trades, if one wills. He can learn the basics of most weapons fairly easy, but only the actual weapons he owns is he capable of using most effectively. He only carries one or two on his person at a time as he feels he may need them.
A traditional saber. Simple reinforced steel blade with a black, rounded guard. The grip is wrapped in black leather and the pommel is simple and rounded, also of the same steel as the blade. There are no distinguishing marks of ownership. The only marks are of dings and scrapes gained in fighting, but most of those are covered up when he has the blade repaired at the forge. He only uses the sword if he has to. As far as knives go, he has switchblades in his automail that extend from the wrists. They are of a steel alloy that looks almost like silver, with finely ingrained onyx patterns in the blade itself that reinforce it.
His primary weapons are dual pistols that he keeps holstered at his side. He also has a sniper rifle, but he only carries that if he knows for a fact that he is dealing in long range combat or is keeping watch over an area. He much prefers the compact ease of pistols, and will always have two on his person. If a firefight is inevitable, he will carry so many as six, with two at his sides, two at the ribs, and two at the legs. He has incredible hand-eye coordination and very fast reflexes.
Other: He is a Captain which is directly under Major, meaning that he is very close in rank but still subordinate to Major Xian. He is not in contact with his original family members, and the only person he affiliates with long term is his original sponsor from the training days, the now Brigadier General Burkhardt. But the relationship is rather strained, at least for him it is strained. He only sees the Brigadier General once a year, if that, which helps. His hatred towards the military has lessened some over the years, and his reservations towards the General are also fewer, but there is still some hardships between them that they have yet to cross. Not that Salah really wants to. He feels he has enough to deal with as it is
AlphonseKynareth
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Role: Captain
Nationality: Aerugo
Personality: Salah is polite. That's what everyone says. He talks softly and only when he is spoken to or when he deems it necessary for him to say something. He keeps to himself. He does as he is expected. As one personnel member commented on reviewing Salah: "the guy is so boring it's almost sad". Really there is nothing under the sun that tends to be considered surprising, as far as where Salah is concerned. Smiles come to his face often enough when the mood is right, but other than that, he keeps an expressionless poker face. Even in a crisis, only, under heavy pressure he can frown a little. But expressing feelings and opinions is not in the cards for him. Most say that he has no feelings. Those that know better understand it to be a very well placed mask, hiding true feelings, intentions, and purposes under a clever guise of stony, cold resolution.
His mask hides his hate. An unbridled, unparalleled sort of hatred that has burned in him for years. He bears it towards the military, of all things, the very military he serves in fact. But he feels he owes the military a greater debt than he could ever pay, and so he stubbornly serves it without any outward aversion. It is, for all intents and purposes, a love-hate relationship, and entirely one-sided. The military is only a machine of war. It cannot feel anything for its ever disposable yet useful weapons. But Salah feels every bit inclined to despise the military for what it brought him in his youth.
He does not hate the people though. Certain higher ups who have no cares for life and are pushing this war monster ever forward, yes. He hates them. But the men he serves and is served by he appreciates and admires in his own way. He places a very, very high value on human life, no matter which one it is. This does not make him a pacifist, no. If he kills, it is unselfishly. He kills to protect those he has been put in charge of, wether they be the ones he has responsibility over, or wether it is the men he is put in charge under. As for those who order the murders he hates, he merely fulfills his duty as a dog of the state, with no real drive or desire in his heart. More a reaction. He is loyal to the country and the military he now serves, and there is good to be found within it, he knows this. He would never betray them outright or underhandedly. He will fight to the bitter end for each and every soldier and ideal held by the state. But while they have his body, they will not have his mind or his heart. And he keeps those very well guarded.
Even though he is boring, Salah is no stranger to socializing. He just never instigates anything, more or less just following along with the group. He has no friends, but generally enough acquaintances to not be entirely isolated from what civilization has to offer. He has been dragged along to events and parties. Few, but plenty enough for him. He never drinks or smokes though, nor does he exactly form relationships that much. He can honestly admit that he has never had a girlfriend or ever been in love or gone out with someone before. He does feel some connection with his brothers in arms, but not enough to be their friends. He will, however, visit their graves if they are fallen. It's the least he can do. Always a shadow in life that watches over the living, and a shadow in death to keep the dead company.
Appearance: Hailing from the Southern country of Aerugo, the appearance of the population tends to have the typical tanned skin, sculpted face, and brown or black wavy hair that is very distinguishable in their country. But from some genetic defect or perhaps a throwback to a very past Ishvalan grandparent, Salah's hair is white and his eyes have a vague, pinkish tinge to their gray color. At first glance, most would take him for a fairer Ishvalan or perhaps a terribly well preserved old man. The former is usually the go to, and it has caused nothing but trouble for Salah in all his life. As a result, he usually keeps his hat on when out and about. He heard of the Ishvalan who was accepted in the Amestris military at the wall of Briggs, but his requests to transfer there were denied for one reason or another. While most have come to relax and accept the fact that he isn't Ishvalan, a lot of people believe him a liar, and he is no stranger to the dagger glares thrown his way. He has plenty to shoot back should he wish to drop his amiable mask.
As for masks, a horrific injury in his youth that took away a large portion of his face left him with no choice but to apply a mechanical one of sorts from a mechanic in Central. He is missing the lower right side of his face from just under his right eye, across to the other end of the his right eye, back along his right ear but keeping it intact, down to the underside of his right jaw, and up over his face staying against the right side of his nose and mouth, back to the underside of his eye. The inside of his mouth and portion of the right side of his nose exposed, it was exceedingly difficult for him to breathe, let alone talk or anything else. His voice now bears a metallic sort of echo to it now, but at the very least, he is grateful that he can breathe normally again.
Salah is of average height at about six foot one. He has fairly tanned skin of a light brown tone. Muscle contours his lean frame, compact enough to not be ugly, but shapely so as to be distinguished. He has automail arms and legs, so the only true muscle he has left of his own is in his back, chest, abs, and a little around the shoulders and hips, whatever happened to be left behind. As said, he has white hair. It is long and kept in a high ponytail. He often cuts it to shoulder length with a knife, but it grows rather fast and is hard to maintain at one length. He does not much care for appearances at all, so long as he is neat. His eyes are a storm cloud gray, with slight hints of pink and blue to the irises. The pupils are rimmed in a much, much darker blue gray color while the ring just before the sclera is lined inside with a more pinkish gray color that accents the reddish hints in his eyes a little more strongly. In brighter light, the red of his eyes is more noticeable while the blue is more pronounced in darker lights. Overall, his eyes look fairly red-violet but pale with a silvery sheen.
The automail is an expensive, medium weight style of a certain mechanic in Central, surprisingly one that no one really trusts due to his ridiculous pricing. But it's the only mechanic Salah actually knows, and constant outsourcing to Rush Valley would take way too much time. The type is rather heavy around the joints and tends to pull at the skin it is attached to, which causes some issue with bleeding under strain. However, the weight is due to the nature of the metal itself, a certain alloy better useful for shielding against gunfire, blasts, and swords. While not impervious to damage, it can hold up much better than a lightweight model would. It is shaped to represent a lean physique to compliment the rest of his body and not be too bulky. He is still fairly agile despite them, but his speed is less than it could be. His stealth is average, though the type of terrain certainly matters. He is never seen in short sleeves, short pants, or without gloves if he can help it. He prefers not to stand out. His face does enough of that for him.
History: Salah came from a very small, rural village near Fotset in Aurego. No one even heard of the place, which is why no one really missed it when Amestris swept in and snuffed out its existence during their Aurego border conquests. He was only six years old when the soldiers came. Salah's mother was caught in the crossfire trying to save him, and he watched in mute horror when she exploded with blood and dropped like a stone before his very eyes. But no one seemed to care. At least that was how it was to Salah. They wrote it off as the accident it was, dumped her body in an unmarked grave, and then moved on. Salah's only consolation then was his father, who tried his best to protect Salah and his three siblings while they were taken in as prisoners of war. They found they weren't the only prisoners though. There were other people that looked a lot like Salah and his older sister, people with dark skin, white hair, and red eyes. During a massive prisoner transfer to Central, Salah and his older sister were mistakenly placed with the Ishvalans for their appearance, and were sent off to a Laboratory in the Eastern Center. A little, hole in the wall place called Laboratory E3. It paraded itself as a military medicine research facility, but underground it was involved with some darker things of which Salah cannot name or truly recall. He was never told during his time there of what was transpiring or what the tests meant. For all Salah knew, it really was just medical research. But during a certain alchemical experiment, the entire facility exploded.
When Salah awoke, he had severe trauma and no limbs. He had been found in the rubble with a few other people and brought to the Eastern Command's hospital where he was just barely kept alive through alchemy. In the explosion and the fire that followed it, the records were lost, and Salah never saw his sister again.
A doctor of the hospital took pity on Salah and had him taken to an acquaintance of his: an automail engineer in Rush Valley. To pay off for his own automail limbs one day, Salah agreed to let the man use him as an automail tester. And so, Salah spent his days having limbs attached and unattached and reattached for the next six years of his life. At age twelve, Salah could not take the tests anymore, and he ran away. He left Rush Valley and hitchhiked on a train, heading anywhere but what was in his opinion a godforsaken town. He managed to stay out of sight on the train roof until freezing night winds forced him to seek refuge in the train. Unfortunately, the compartment he chose to enter into had sleeping occupants within, and they were not exactly thrilled to have him. Especially since they were all three Brigadier Generals heading for Western Command. Salah was promptly arrested and turned over to the Military Police at the train station at Western Command. They threatened to return him to Rush Valley, but after overhearing rumors, Salah lied and said he had only wanted to come to Western Command to join the military. Unfortunately, he did not know that the particular military training he was speaking of was of the most prestigious training regiments in the country. He was promptly told this and that the only way he would get anywhere in the field was if he was sponsored. But not wanting to be found out and sent back to the man in Rush Valley, he insisted he was more than capable of matching everyone with pure skill alone. They thought him reckless, and Salah found himself in a horrible crisis. The military that was the cause of all his horrors was now the only way to keep him from another horror. At least he felt that this horror was less than the mechanic at Rush Valley. He finished the entrance process and threw himself into the job, training hard and putting in more effort than anyone around him. But as predicted, he did not rise in the ranks as easily as the others did, for he had no connection or status to elevate his station. No one was about to line up to assist him either, fearing they would be seen as treacherous Ishvalan supporters if they did. Only one man seemed to not care for such petty insecurities. A General of some prestige was visiting the area and happened to be brought to the facility for a tour. Fourteen years old now, Salah was showing incredible proficiency in several areas of combat, and he was very bright in strategies and tactics. But he was being held back due to lack of support. The General found it rather amusing that a young, unbalanced, kid could cause so many thorns in people's sides. Curious about his real aptitude, the General decided to include him in his sponsorships. Allowed to study more and have more freedoms, Salah did excel in the training, but now he felt that he was indebted to the military he hated so much.
After leaving the facility and becoming an established, yet low ranking, officer, he faced his first taste of the military's crueler side, a side he had not seen since that terrible day at six years old. And now he was being ordered to partake in the slaughter of undeserving peoples, specifically, his own. He was assigned to the Southern Border skirmishes for his first three years. He did well. Phenomenal in fact. And he rose through the ranks steadily enough. He could quickly oppress the enemy, deteriorate opposition, and still keep his men alive. In fact, he even managed to settle most disputes without even firing a shot. And then, for SOME reason, he was reassigned to Central. And all he hears in the reports now are the brutal dealings of the people and the military and the steady rise of bloodshed. He had found a niche in the military he was destined to keep serving. He thought he could work from the inside to prevent the bloodshed. But his work was for nought. And now he has gone into himself, and seems all the more a shell for it.
He has been fighting for years. He is a Captain now, and on his way to being promoted to Major, so they say. He has done a lot to get this far, but now he has been assigned under State Alchemist Major Xian to go investigate these strange pop ups of chimera.
Powers: None.
Weapons: Sallah is very good at many areas of combat, but is a master of none. A jack-of-all-trades, if one wills. He can learn the basics of most weapons fairly easy, but only the actual weapons he owns is he capable of using most effectively. He only carries one or two on his person at a time as he feels he may need them.
A traditional saber. Simple reinforced steel blade with a black, rounded guard. The grip is wrapped in black leather and the pommel is simple and rounded, also of the same steel as the blade. There are no distinguishing marks of ownership. The only marks are of dings and scrapes gained in fighting, but most of those are covered up when he has the blade repaired at the forge. He only uses the sword if he has to. As far as knives go, he has switchblades in his automail that extend from the wrists. They are of a steel alloy that looks almost like silver, with finely ingrained onyx patterns in the blade itself that reinforce it.
His primary weapons are dual pistols that he keeps holstered at his side. He also has a sniper rifle, but he only carries that if he knows for a fact that he is dealing in long range combat or is keeping watch over an area. He much prefers the compact ease of pistols, and will always have two on his person. If a firefight is inevitable, he will carry so many as six, with two at his sides, two at the ribs, and two at the legs. He has incredible hand-eye coordination and very fast reflexes.
Other: He is a Captain which is directly under Major, meaning that he is very close in rank but still subordinate to Major Xian. He is not in contact with his original family members, and the only person he affiliates with long term is his original sponsor from the training days, the now Brigadier General Burkhardt. But the relationship is rather strained, at least for him it is strained. He only sees the Brigadier General once a year, if that, which helps. His hatred towards the military has lessened some over the years, and his reservations towards the General are also fewer, but there is still some hardships between them that they have yet to cross. Not that Salah really wants to. He feels he has enough to deal with as it is
Nevetalan
for Whence Borne In Darkness
Name: Nevetalan
Age: 16
Sex: Genderless
Appearance: Nevetalan appears to be male. He has short, silvery blue hair in a shaved undercut style, with the top of his hair falling around in a messy way. He has eyes with near reptilian pupils to them. They are a brilliant lavender color with the iris ringed in blood red, and the outline of the pupil lined in a white-gold. His fingernails are a smoky gray color, with blue-purple veins, very small and thin, spreading from his fingertips under the nails back along his fingers before fading out at his knuckles. His ears are faintly pointed and tipped blue. His skin is rather strange, a very milky white color, almost the same color as snow. His lips appear a darker shade of purple against his skin, as if he was frozen solid. Most people that know nothing of him assume he wears makeup, since he usually hides his features under clothes and behind sunglasses. His facial shape could almost be described as fox-like. He has a strong jawline, but a smooth, round chin. He has a gently sloping nose that stands out a little so as not to be a cutesy button nose thing. He has very long, dark eyelashes that make his bizarre eye color stand out all the more.
He has a very abnormal body type. While he is muscular in his arms and legs, one can still see his ribs and the outline of his pelvic bones. His chest and back are mostly covered in scar tissue, with very little of his original skin left smooth and untouched, the rest of his skin on his limbs, lower torso, neck, and head being unblemished. He is rather tall for his age at about 5'10".
Familiar: A bizarre creature the size and shape of a house cat, but lacking a face entirely, save two large indents where eyes out to be. Its ears are very long and taper into lynx like ends. Its tail is twice the length of its body and is rather feathery. It has six legs and each paw has a prehensile thumb. Its claws can extend and retract into sheathes within its paws like a cat. These claws are clear and pure like glass, with what appears to be glowing, electric blue smoke pulsating inside them. Its fur is a very, very dark purple, with a black and dark blue tortoiseshell pattern going down its back. It has a regular set of cat fangs, but when angered, it unsheathes two extra sets of fangs with what looks like bloodstained points. It calls itself Zathos.
Backstory: Nevetalan is not really 'human', and in scientific respects, he is not exactly classified as a living being. His parents, or at least the ones who instigated his creation, could not have a child of their own, so they opted for a test tube child instead. But something went wrong with the cell division, and as a result, Nevetalan has no sexual organs whatsoever, making him incapable of reproducing. His brain scans do show that he has a more male oriented brain, so he is called "he" for the sake of designation purposes, but he is most assuredly an 'it', in every sense of the word.
When the scientists found their mistake, they switched specimens for one that would actually develop into a regular fetus, and kept Nevetalan for themselves, curious as to the implications of an absolutely sexless creature. He was given a surrogate mother, one of the lab's scientists, and so for nine months, he developed as a regular person should. However, she became very attached to Nevetalan, and worried that the scientists would deny him an actual life, she ran away with him. He grew up for the first five years completely on the run, always moving from place to place. Unfortunately, his first happy five years were very short lived. She and Nevetalan were eventually caught and brought back, during the time when the company was bought out by a bigger one. This company was no stranger to their human experimentation offshoots. Nevetalan was sent to one of their South American laboratories where he was used as an experiment for their hundreds of different drugs and procedures. At about age sixteen, his body simply quit working, and much to their chagrin, he had the audacity to die on them. They resuscitated him, removed the body parts that didn't work, and just kept going. They repeated this process till their was simply nothing left to work with. A scientist who let it get to him too much, finally took it upon himself to put Nevetalan out of his misery for good. He kept him off life support for several hours to ensure Nevetalan's demise before leaving the scene. This of course, infuriated the lab, but there was nothing they could do about it. Their precious experiment was dead and gone.
When Nevetalan woke, his body was completely restored to him, with a few modifications of course. He does not know quite what to make of it all. On top of it all, he has apparent memory loss. He has some flashes of things, and the more prominent memories are those that are closest to his death. He has trouble retaining memories even now, and seems to lose some as time goes by.
Other: Nevetalan is a Hungarian word meaning "Nameless". The word is engraved into the inside of his left forearm. So he calls himself that, sure that someone determined that to be his name. He does not remember any other,
Age: 16
Sex: Genderless
Appearance: Nevetalan appears to be male. He has short, silvery blue hair in a shaved undercut style, with the top of his hair falling around in a messy way. He has eyes with near reptilian pupils to them. They are a brilliant lavender color with the iris ringed in blood red, and the outline of the pupil lined in a white-gold. His fingernails are a smoky gray color, with blue-purple veins, very small and thin, spreading from his fingertips under the nails back along his fingers before fading out at his knuckles. His ears are faintly pointed and tipped blue. His skin is rather strange, a very milky white color, almost the same color as snow. His lips appear a darker shade of purple against his skin, as if he was frozen solid. Most people that know nothing of him assume he wears makeup, since he usually hides his features under clothes and behind sunglasses. His facial shape could almost be described as fox-like. He has a strong jawline, but a smooth, round chin. He has a gently sloping nose that stands out a little so as not to be a cutesy button nose thing. He has very long, dark eyelashes that make his bizarre eye color stand out all the more.
He has a very abnormal body type. While he is muscular in his arms and legs, one can still see his ribs and the outline of his pelvic bones. His chest and back are mostly covered in scar tissue, with very little of his original skin left smooth and untouched, the rest of his skin on his limbs, lower torso, neck, and head being unblemished. He is rather tall for his age at about 5'10".
Familiar: A bizarre creature the size and shape of a house cat, but lacking a face entirely, save two large indents where eyes out to be. Its ears are very long and taper into lynx like ends. Its tail is twice the length of its body and is rather feathery. It has six legs and each paw has a prehensile thumb. Its claws can extend and retract into sheathes within its paws like a cat. These claws are clear and pure like glass, with what appears to be glowing, electric blue smoke pulsating inside them. Its fur is a very, very dark purple, with a black and dark blue tortoiseshell pattern going down its back. It has a regular set of cat fangs, but when angered, it unsheathes two extra sets of fangs with what looks like bloodstained points. It calls itself Zathos.
Backstory: Nevetalan is not really 'human', and in scientific respects, he is not exactly classified as a living being. His parents, or at least the ones who instigated his creation, could not have a child of their own, so they opted for a test tube child instead. But something went wrong with the cell division, and as a result, Nevetalan has no sexual organs whatsoever, making him incapable of reproducing. His brain scans do show that he has a more male oriented brain, so he is called "he" for the sake of designation purposes, but he is most assuredly an 'it', in every sense of the word.
When the scientists found their mistake, they switched specimens for one that would actually develop into a regular fetus, and kept Nevetalan for themselves, curious as to the implications of an absolutely sexless creature. He was given a surrogate mother, one of the lab's scientists, and so for nine months, he developed as a regular person should. However, she became very attached to Nevetalan, and worried that the scientists would deny him an actual life, she ran away with him. He grew up for the first five years completely on the run, always moving from place to place. Unfortunately, his first happy five years were very short lived. She and Nevetalan were eventually caught and brought back, during the time when the company was bought out by a bigger one. This company was no stranger to their human experimentation offshoots. Nevetalan was sent to one of their South American laboratories where he was used as an experiment for their hundreds of different drugs and procedures. At about age sixteen, his body simply quit working, and much to their chagrin, he had the audacity to die on them. They resuscitated him, removed the body parts that didn't work, and just kept going. They repeated this process till their was simply nothing left to work with. A scientist who let it get to him too much, finally took it upon himself to put Nevetalan out of his misery for good. He kept him off life support for several hours to ensure Nevetalan's demise before leaving the scene. This of course, infuriated the lab, but there was nothing they could do about it. Their precious experiment was dead and gone.
When Nevetalan woke, his body was completely restored to him, with a few modifications of course. He does not know quite what to make of it all. On top of it all, he has apparent memory loss. He has some flashes of things, and the more prominent memories are those that are closest to his death. He has trouble retaining memories even now, and seems to lose some as time goes by.
Other: Nevetalan is a Hungarian word meaning "Nameless". The word is engraved into the inside of his left forearm. So he calls himself that, sure that someone determined that to be his name. He does not remember any other,
Oculus
for The Land of Oridwaith
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Name: Oculus
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Class: Magi
Race: Elf - modified through magical experimentation
Appearance: Oculus is very ordinary for an elf. Compared to humans, many say elves are far more glorious, but next to his own kind, he is very plain. His fair features are smooth and fine, with high cheekbones, a small, rounded chin, gently sloping nose, and low forehead. His eyes are slanted and framed with thick, dark eyelashes. The color of his eyes is a rich, vibrant blue, like that of lapis lazuli. His hair is a raven black with slight streaks of silver. As all elves do, he possesses pointed ears. His are rather large, only seen in a few types of elves. While he has fair skin, it tends to be on the tanner side than pale. He has spent enough time in the sun to get a slight bronzed sheen to it. Across his muscular body are many scars. No surface seems exempt from this disfigurement: arms, legs, back, chest, face. Everywhere. Some are fainter than others. Some are bold and horrifying. The worst of them he will cover up with his clothing. His scars tell of fighting, of torture, and of the life of a slave.
Personality: Distrust comes easily to Oculus. Distrust and even fear. He does not let fear conquer him, not usually. The fear was beaten into him over the years, and so he takes to a fight or flight response much quicker than most would. While people can walk down the street with head held high, Oculus tugs his hood low over his face, clings to the shadows, and watches everyone as if they were an enemy. He has a horrible time with crowds and wide open spaces. He likes to know where everything is and if it’s coming at him, but he also likes having places to duck and cover if need be. Oculus is very soft spoken. Silent. He moves as a shadow, like the whisper of a breeze. No one really knows he is there until he is gone. He can come and go, invisible to the world. Out of thought and time, he could be the perfect assassin, the perfect spy, if only the shackles of his bondage did not hold greater sway over him than his own heart.
Other: Oculus is a slave. He knows he has fire magic and he can wield it rather well, but he does not know that he is the actual Magi of fire. MAGIC
Kingdom: Faerican of Fire
((As a slave, you can buy him if you wish. His master is just a random, floating NPC that I rp))
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Class: Magi
Race: Elf - modified through magical experimentation
Appearance: Oculus is very ordinary for an elf. Compared to humans, many say elves are far more glorious, but next to his own kind, he is very plain. His fair features are smooth and fine, with high cheekbones, a small, rounded chin, gently sloping nose, and low forehead. His eyes are slanted and framed with thick, dark eyelashes. The color of his eyes is a rich, vibrant blue, like that of lapis lazuli. His hair is a raven black with slight streaks of silver. As all elves do, he possesses pointed ears. His are rather large, only seen in a few types of elves. While he has fair skin, it tends to be on the tanner side than pale. He has spent enough time in the sun to get a slight bronzed sheen to it. Across his muscular body are many scars. No surface seems exempt from this disfigurement: arms, legs, back, chest, face. Everywhere. Some are fainter than others. Some are bold and horrifying. The worst of them he will cover up with his clothing. His scars tell of fighting, of torture, and of the life of a slave.
Personality: Distrust comes easily to Oculus. Distrust and even fear. He does not let fear conquer him, not usually. The fear was beaten into him over the years, and so he takes to a fight or flight response much quicker than most would. While people can walk down the street with head held high, Oculus tugs his hood low over his face, clings to the shadows, and watches everyone as if they were an enemy. He has a horrible time with crowds and wide open spaces. He likes to know where everything is and if it’s coming at him, but he also likes having places to duck and cover if need be. Oculus is very soft spoken. Silent. He moves as a shadow, like the whisper of a breeze. No one really knows he is there until he is gone. He can come and go, invisible to the world. Out of thought and time, he could be the perfect assassin, the perfect spy, if only the shackles of his bondage did not hold greater sway over him than his own heart.
Other: Oculus is a slave. He knows he has fire magic and he can wield it rather well, but he does not know that he is the actual Magi of fire. MAGIC
Kingdom: Faerican of Fire
((As a slave, you can buy him if you wish. His master is just a random, floating NPC that I rp))
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Tsubasa
for Wolf's Rain
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Name: Tsubasa
Age: appears 17
Gender: Male
Appearance-
Human: Shaggy white hair, brilliant silver eyes, tanned skin. A massive patch of scars cover his back. He always appears dressed in a long, brown coat with gray fur lining the hood.
Wolf: A white furred wolf with one blue eye and one dark brown, nearly black eye. The mangled scars cover his back.
Personality: Tsubasa is quiet and very observant. He always seems to know more than he lets on. He hates disguising himself as a human, but sometimes he just does not have a choice. Tsubasa tends to follow more than lead, but will occasionally wander off from the group and not return for days on end. It's hard to say if he despises authority or just can't decide if he wants to be a lone wolf or not.
Weakness: Tsubasa is extremely apathetic to the point where he will sometimes not bother to save his own life. Death is just a part of the natural order of things, so he believes it will come when it will come. He does not take loss ver well, and he bottles things down too tightly. It is hard to get him to express anything, which can lead to violence later. He also suffers a lot from former injuries.
Strength: He is a very good fighter, able to take down several foes with hardly a struggle. He seldom if never rushes into things, always taking a strategic, calm approach to a battle. He is good at shouldering responsibility, either over himself or those around him as well. He puts effort into what he does, even if he has the habit of vanishing. Speaking of, if he ever needed to vanish without a trace, he could so so effectively and easily.
History: Tsubasa keeps the majority of his past secret. He sometimes mentions a boy he knew, but he won't elaborate. He also seems to know a lot about the nobles. Some wolves distrust him for having such knowledge, for fear he may be working for them. He always denies this though.
Other: Tsubasa means "wings", for he was born free and will always fight for that freedom. Even if there are hardly any birds in the world save the occasional scavenger, he can see in their flights that they truly are masters of spirit, and he wants to one day break from the chains of human oppression. He says the Lunar Flowers sing to him, but he can never quite make out their song.
Age: appears 17
Gender: Male
Appearance-
Human: Shaggy white hair, brilliant silver eyes, tanned skin. A massive patch of scars cover his back. He always appears dressed in a long, brown coat with gray fur lining the hood.
Wolf: A white furred wolf with one blue eye and one dark brown, nearly black eye. The mangled scars cover his back.
Personality: Tsubasa is quiet and very observant. He always seems to know more than he lets on. He hates disguising himself as a human, but sometimes he just does not have a choice. Tsubasa tends to follow more than lead, but will occasionally wander off from the group and not return for days on end. It's hard to say if he despises authority or just can't decide if he wants to be a lone wolf or not.
Weakness: Tsubasa is extremely apathetic to the point where he will sometimes not bother to save his own life. Death is just a part of the natural order of things, so he believes it will come when it will come. He does not take loss ver well, and he bottles things down too tightly. It is hard to get him to express anything, which can lead to violence later. He also suffers a lot from former injuries.
Strength: He is a very good fighter, able to take down several foes with hardly a struggle. He seldom if never rushes into things, always taking a strategic, calm approach to a battle. He is good at shouldering responsibility, either over himself or those around him as well. He puts effort into what he does, even if he has the habit of vanishing. Speaking of, if he ever needed to vanish without a trace, he could so so effectively and easily.
History: Tsubasa keeps the majority of his past secret. He sometimes mentions a boy he knew, but he won't elaborate. He also seems to know a lot about the nobles. Some wolves distrust him for having such knowledge, for fear he may be working for them. He always denies this though.
Other: Tsubasa means "wings", for he was born free and will always fight for that freedom. Even if there are hardly any birds in the world save the occasional scavenger, he can see in their flights that they truly are masters of spirit, and he wants to one day break from the chains of human oppression. He says the Lunar Flowers sing to him, but he can never quite make out their song.
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Name: Mikado
Age: appears 20
Gender: Male
Appearance-
Human: When under illusion, most people see a young man of average height, sporting blood red hair cut short, and a rare case of heterochromia. His right eye is red and his left eye is gold. By illusion standards, he still stands out. Not that many people really look at him too much. There's just something off about him and his Cheshire smile.
Wolf: In wolf form, Mikado is a very lean, large wolf with sizable brawn. He is missing his left ear tip. He is a dark brown and red mottled wolf with bright, gold eyes.
Personality: Mikado comes across as very outgoing and perhaps even carefree. But not in that way that the naive are. He is anything but. He simply does not care about others challenging him. He is more than willing to put them in their places. One could say he is arrogant, but that's putting it a little too lightly. Mikado is very emotional and is prone to outbursts, but not just in rage, he can have very happy emotions too. In fact, he is very well known for his smile.
Weakness: With nearly a bipolar personality, Mikado is hard to predict and even harder to deal with. His emotional outbursts are usually because of plaguing memories. He gets a little too attached to people, even obsessed. It definitely riles up people when he starts demanding they do as he says.
Strength: His determination is one of his greatest strengths. With his power and stamina, he can hold up in any fight, and he will not back down, even if it might mean his life. He is a phenomenal navigator as well, able to simply 'tell' where things are. He can't really explain, but he uses a combination of star charting, scenting, and gut instinct to get around. He has a memory like an elephant too.
History: Mikado was in a small, weaker pack. He does not remember much about his early life. His oldest memories are of him killing his family. Then he sees darkness, people. Feels pain. Understands cruelty. His memories there are fuzzy and spaced out. He knows he must have been a prisoner somewhere, but he cannot recall what really happened there or how he escaped. He wandered for a few years, gaining experience and meeting people and wolves and dogs alike. He says he knows what a forest is, and he remembers trees and things. But above all, his memory is too foggy to really be of any use to him.
Other: Mikado does not know much about this, but sometimes, he blacks out. And when he wakes up, everyone around him is dead.
Age: appears 20
Gender: Male
Appearance-
Human: When under illusion, most people see a young man of average height, sporting blood red hair cut short, and a rare case of heterochromia. His right eye is red and his left eye is gold. By illusion standards, he still stands out. Not that many people really look at him too much. There's just something off about him and his Cheshire smile.
Wolf: In wolf form, Mikado is a very lean, large wolf with sizable brawn. He is missing his left ear tip. He is a dark brown and red mottled wolf with bright, gold eyes.
Personality: Mikado comes across as very outgoing and perhaps even carefree. But not in that way that the naive are. He is anything but. He simply does not care about others challenging him. He is more than willing to put them in their places. One could say he is arrogant, but that's putting it a little too lightly. Mikado is very emotional and is prone to outbursts, but not just in rage, he can have very happy emotions too. In fact, he is very well known for his smile.
Weakness: With nearly a bipolar personality, Mikado is hard to predict and even harder to deal with. His emotional outbursts are usually because of plaguing memories. He gets a little too attached to people, even obsessed. It definitely riles up people when he starts demanding they do as he says.
Strength: His determination is one of his greatest strengths. With his power and stamina, he can hold up in any fight, and he will not back down, even if it might mean his life. He is a phenomenal navigator as well, able to simply 'tell' where things are. He can't really explain, but he uses a combination of star charting, scenting, and gut instinct to get around. He has a memory like an elephant too.
History: Mikado was in a small, weaker pack. He does not remember much about his early life. His oldest memories are of him killing his family. Then he sees darkness, people. Feels pain. Understands cruelty. His memories there are fuzzy and spaced out. He knows he must have been a prisoner somewhere, but he cannot recall what really happened there or how he escaped. He wandered for a few years, gaining experience and meeting people and wolves and dogs alike. He says he knows what a forest is, and he remembers trees and things. But above all, his memory is too foggy to really be of any use to him.
Other: Mikado does not know much about this, but sometimes, he blacks out. And when he wakes up, everyone around him is dead.
Lithium
for Mystic Wood
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Username: AlphonseKynareth
Character Name: Lithium
Gender: Male
Age: 11
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Personality: Lithium is an animal, inside and out. He approaches cautiously, fights for food and territory, roars and growls and claws and bites. But biologically, Lithium is a human. Having been raised as a feral child for the first ten years of his life, Lithium has no human emotions and makes no human connections. He lives in a constant survival mode, incapable of recognizing things such as beauty, creativity, and morality. He sees death as a part of life, and therefore has no qualms with killing. He can barely speak any human language save a handful of cryptic words his adopted parents have taught him. He does not show emotions and has a very high pain tolerance, able to bite back the worst of it, for showing pain is an utmost weakness. Despite all animalistic qualities, Lithium still contains a sense of personality. He is usually curious and adventurous, always off exploring and digging around. He has no irrational fears and has plenty enough sense of things to get by on his own for a long time in the forest.
Looks:
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Lithium is a little tall for his age, about four foot ten inches. He is constantly underweight, eating seldom and constantly staying active does that to a person. He has darker brown skin than most people in the area, which is something from his mother. He has dark brown hair, cut short and always shaggy. it grows fast, so it constantly gets in his eyes and face. Despite being only eleven, more than sixty percent of his body is scar tissue, and healers have confirmed that he has suffered through many fractured ribs and limbs. He dresses in simple peasant attire and always wears his boots. He takes his boots off when he is in the woods as they impede him from gripping the ground when he runs through the forest.
History: Lithium's mother was a druid priestess and his father was a simple monk of some holy order or other. Such an odd clashing of beliefs were set to determine that Lithium would be incapable of growing up in either circle, but he never quite had the choice to try either way. His mother and her druid clan were facing war against forces who despised the druids for their powers. The druids were defeated and his mother slain. As the camp was abandoned now, animals came from the forest to investigate the smell of blood. While some carnivores ate the bodies, a bear sensed life from one of the bodies. And so the bear cut Lithium out of his mother's body, and he was saved. Though he should have died by all accounts, as he was rather sickly and premature, he survived the hardships and grew stronger. He was raised by the forest animals and became a feral child, never understanding man or their ways, never speaking but in the way that animals do. When he was ten, he was caught in a bear trap. The hunter who set it found this wild child there instead of a bear as he wanted, but he took pity on Lithium and brought him home to his wife so they could raise him. Lithium is eleven now, and he still spends as much time as he can in the forest, which is his true home.
Other: Feral children seldom ever live into adulthood. It is guessed that unless he drastically changes and adapts to a human lifestyle, he will be dead before he turns twenty-five.
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Character Name: Lithium
Gender: Male
Age: 11
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Personality: Lithium is an animal, inside and out. He approaches cautiously, fights for food and territory, roars and growls and claws and bites. But biologically, Lithium is a human. Having been raised as a feral child for the first ten years of his life, Lithium has no human emotions and makes no human connections. He lives in a constant survival mode, incapable of recognizing things such as beauty, creativity, and morality. He sees death as a part of life, and therefore has no qualms with killing. He can barely speak any human language save a handful of cryptic words his adopted parents have taught him. He does not show emotions and has a very high pain tolerance, able to bite back the worst of it, for showing pain is an utmost weakness. Despite all animalistic qualities, Lithium still contains a sense of personality. He is usually curious and adventurous, always off exploring and digging around. He has no irrational fears and has plenty enough sense of things to get by on his own for a long time in the forest.
Looks:
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Lithium is a little tall for his age, about four foot ten inches. He is constantly underweight, eating seldom and constantly staying active does that to a person. He has darker brown skin than most people in the area, which is something from his mother. He has dark brown hair, cut short and always shaggy. it grows fast, so it constantly gets in his eyes and face. Despite being only eleven, more than sixty percent of his body is scar tissue, and healers have confirmed that he has suffered through many fractured ribs and limbs. He dresses in simple peasant attire and always wears his boots. He takes his boots off when he is in the woods as they impede him from gripping the ground when he runs through the forest.
History: Lithium's mother was a druid priestess and his father was a simple monk of some holy order or other. Such an odd clashing of beliefs were set to determine that Lithium would be incapable of growing up in either circle, but he never quite had the choice to try either way. His mother and her druid clan were facing war against forces who despised the druids for their powers. The druids were defeated and his mother slain. As the camp was abandoned now, animals came from the forest to investigate the smell of blood. While some carnivores ate the bodies, a bear sensed life from one of the bodies. And so the bear cut Lithium out of his mother's body, and he was saved. Though he should have died by all accounts, as he was rather sickly and premature, he survived the hardships and grew stronger. He was raised by the forest animals and became a feral child, never understanding man or their ways, never speaking but in the way that animals do. When he was ten, he was caught in a bear trap. The hunter who set it found this wild child there instead of a bear as he wanted, but he took pity on Lithium and brought him home to his wife so they could raise him. Lithium is eleven now, and he still spends as much time as he can in the forest, which is his true home.
Other: Feral children seldom ever live into adulthood. It is guessed that unless he drastically changes and adapts to a human lifestyle, he will be dead before he turns twenty-five.
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Kira and Hadesu
for Creatures of Secrets
Username: AlphonseKynareth
Name: Kira Looks: A very large tenabre fox with luxurious black fur, elongated black ears, and a face that is mostly skull, fading into the fur of his ears and neck. He can take on a human disguise form. In this form, he has short black hair and depthless blue eyes, like the eyes of a dead man. His skin is extremely pale and can make him look sickly. Personality: Kira is pretty friendly around most animals and creatures, it's humans he is wary about. He may not talk much, but he gets along with most. He likes to take naps when he is not out stealing a meal or playing tricks on unsuspecting people with his powers of invisibility. He shies away from most fights due to things from his past. Other: A magically endowed person gave Kira a magical pendant to wear that can give him a human form for better disguise. He only wears it sometimes, since he is capable of fading into the shadows and all. |
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Username: AlphonseKynareth
Name: Hadesu
Looks: Hadesu has gray skin, like charcoal and ash were rubbed all over his skin. He has cracks throughout his skin, covering his body, that glow as rivers of lava. His eyes have no pupils or irises. They are nothing but pure, glowing flame. His hair is ashen and silver, and it is always very messy. It goes to his shoulders. He has a pair of wings, one that glows with a burning light and the other gray that smokes like a smoldering pit. They are not attached to his body, rather they seem to hover against his body, but he can still fly with them. He also has ears that are long and pointed like an elf's.
Personality: Hadesu is very quiet and seldom fears anything. He does not truly feel. He just exists.
Other: Hadesu is a fire spirit.
Name: Hadesu
Looks: Hadesu has gray skin, like charcoal and ash were rubbed all over his skin. He has cracks throughout his skin, covering his body, that glow as rivers of lava. His eyes have no pupils or irises. They are nothing but pure, glowing flame. His hair is ashen and silver, and it is always very messy. It goes to his shoulders. He has a pair of wings, one that glows with a burning light and the other gray that smokes like a smoldering pit. They are not attached to his body, rather they seem to hover against his body, but he can still fly with them. He also has ears that are long and pointed like an elf's.
Personality: Hadesu is very quiet and seldom fears anything. He does not truly feel. He just exists.
Other: Hadesu is a fire spirit.
Nouve
for Division
Name: Nouve
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Side: Division
Appearance: Nouve has perfectly straight black hair that reaches just below his ears. He has slightly narrowed eyes so dark gray they are nearly black. He has light skin with various small scars all over his body and a few large ones on his chest and back. He is extremely strong, but all his muscle is compact. He keeps himself lean rather than buff. His lightweight aids in stealth and speed. He is Japanese.
Strengths: He can kill without any remorse. Having been molded into the perfect puppet assassin for the past two years of his life, Nouve cannot feel a thing. He is considered incapable of emotions, but this has not been extensively tested. He can stay completely calm in stressful situations and responds well to crises. He is very fast, agile, and stealthy. He can sneak up on the unsuspecting with all the grace and quiet of a cat. He is exceptional at parkour and is a stunning acrobatic. He also has a very high pain tolerance and immune system. He is an expert in many types of weapons and several martial art forms.
Weaknesses: His blind obedience to Division puts him into more danger than they care to admit. His nearly incapacitating inability to function without orders can sometimes interfere with problems he faces on a mission when things go against plans. He cannot think for himself usually. He still has his arson tendencies and seems to 'enjoy' watching things burn, which gets him into serious trouble both with his masters and the law enforcement.
History: Nouve remembers nothing, and in turn, the world remembers nothing of him.
Crime: Arson, Murder (framed)
Other: Not only was he wiped from the world's knowledge, he was also wiped of his own memories to fashion him into the perfect puppet assassin.
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Side: Division
Appearance: Nouve has perfectly straight black hair that reaches just below his ears. He has slightly narrowed eyes so dark gray they are nearly black. He has light skin with various small scars all over his body and a few large ones on his chest and back. He is extremely strong, but all his muscle is compact. He keeps himself lean rather than buff. His lightweight aids in stealth and speed. He is Japanese.
Strengths: He can kill without any remorse. Having been molded into the perfect puppet assassin for the past two years of his life, Nouve cannot feel a thing. He is considered incapable of emotions, but this has not been extensively tested. He can stay completely calm in stressful situations and responds well to crises. He is very fast, agile, and stealthy. He can sneak up on the unsuspecting with all the grace and quiet of a cat. He is exceptional at parkour and is a stunning acrobatic. He also has a very high pain tolerance and immune system. He is an expert in many types of weapons and several martial art forms.
Weaknesses: His blind obedience to Division puts him into more danger than they care to admit. His nearly incapacitating inability to function without orders can sometimes interfere with problems he faces on a mission when things go against plans. He cannot think for himself usually. He still has his arson tendencies and seems to 'enjoy' watching things burn, which gets him into serious trouble both with his masters and the law enforcement.
History: Nouve remembers nothing, and in turn, the world remembers nothing of him.
Crime: Arson, Murder (framed)
Other: Not only was he wiped from the world's knowledge, he was also wiped of his own memories to fashion him into the perfect puppet assassin.
Saturne
for Dragonsouls
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[b][color=#004080]Username:[/color][/b] AlphonseKynareth
[b][color=#004080]Name:[/color][/b] Saturne
[b][color=#008040]Title/Nickname(s):[/color][/b] none
[b][color=#004080]Age:[/color][/b] 14
[b][color=#004080]Gender:[/color][/b] Male
[b][color=#004080]Dragon:[/color][/b] Alroc
[spoiler][b][color=#004080]Sword:[/color][/b] Sinistra. An oddly shaped long sword specially crafted for a left-handed person, hence it's name. It is extremely detailed despite its total color being black. The pommel is rounded and carved with varying ancient runes that translate into: "I seek the madness. I play the chaos. I shun the life. I bury the weak. I am devourer." The grip has very faint, tiny gold flecks in it. It is carved with a thin, wingless dragon wrapping around a sleek pillar. Despite the carving, the grip makes for easy wielding, only if you are left handed though, as stated. The guard is a typical crossbar with an inlaid carving of men impaled on spears that fades into shadowy horses on the ends of the cross grip on one side, and on the other, the carving is of two headless horses in a prancing stance, and their tales fade into flames at the ends of the cross. There is a carving of an eye against the blade between the guard and the blade itself on both sides. The blade is shaped vaguely like a flame. The blade is black like the rest of the sword, but nearer the tip, it fades to light gray then white at the very point.
[b][color=#008040]Abilities:[/color][/b] He can make things explode with a snap of his fingers, so long as he has a specific target in mind and is looking at it. He can have a super-like strength to the point that his bones will break from the strain, but when he heals from the damage, his body builds itself stronger to accommodate it. He can see inside another person's head and find the one thing that will completely and utterly destroy their very will to exist, and then he will have to say what it is. By doing so, he destroys their willpower, causing them to either commit suicide or possess no will of their own and obey his every command depending on what he says.
[b][color=#008040]Weaknesses:[/color][/b] He does not take well to happiness. He gets extremely confused by it. He reads smiles as an expression of pain and will get very hysterical if people smile for extended periods of time. He is also paranoid of the dark, scared by loud noises, paranoid of spiders, paranoid of bees, paranoid of scheduled events, paranoid of coordinated dances, paranoid of pillows, and paranoid of sleeping with a blanket on. He is literally incapacitated by the aforementioned things. It is best to keep him indoors in an empty room during festivals with a single light on. He also cannot swim, climb trees, or do many things that require hand-eye coordination. He claims to be deathly allergic to water chestnuts.
[b][color=#004080]Appearance:[/color][/b] Saturne is very golden in appearance. He has white hair with golden streaks in it. It comes down to his shoulders with bangs that go past his eyes. He keeps it surprisingly cleaned, brushed, and combed. He is an apprentice concerning Destruction, not Chaos, so it should not be that surprising that he has some order to himself. His eyes are a very shocking color. They are violet. It comes from a very rare pigmentation mutation. They usually look like a very soft blue, but in bright light, they are most definitely violet of color. His skin is a fair color with a golden-like hue to it. He possibly gets that from being out in the sun. He is devoid of any blemishes on the hands, face, and feet. But as those are the only things ever uncovered, it is hard to say if he possesses any scars or things just by looking at him. Truthfully, he does have a scar. It goes across his body from his right shoulder all the way down to his left thigh. He won't say how he got it, if he even knows. He has one of the skinniest frames ever seen. It is almost as though he never eats. His cheeks are a little hollow, his hand bones show, and he shakes a lot. His ribs and pelvis also show through his skin, but he wears such big clothes no one sees this. He is often quite shaky unless he has enough adrenalin and determination in him when he is focused on training or something of that sort. He never wears anything complicated, yet his clothing tends to never quite match. His most common outfit is a white t-shirt eight sizes too big for him and a pair of long, dark brown pants. He always goes barefoot. Only in the presence of the highest of upper class will he consider putting on a pair of boots.
[b][color=#004080]Personality:[/color][/b] Saturne is extremely antisocial. He refuses to form relationships and will continuously deny having any. He has a very bizarre view of the world. He believes that the majority of human life is useless and should be destroyed, unless they are capable of proving that they should exist. How one goes about proving their worth is unknown to even Saturne, but he demands it nonetheless despite admitting that he has no idea what proves one's worth. Saturne has no qualms killing people or ruining their lives. It is hard to label him as evil per se since he truly does not know any better. His teachers have always tried to direct him in what is right, but it is hard to say wether or not he takes their teachings to heart. He has to be monitored often and kept on a 'leash' of sorts. He is not really allowed friends or pets for fear of what he would do to them. At heart, Saturne does want to be normal. He never admits it, but he does believe something is wrong with him, and he wants to be accepted. He thinks it would be nice. But his inherent nature for destruction coupled by the Dragon who chose him, tends to contradict this desire. He ends up pushing people away and doing more harm than good. He will fight against the oppressors and the tyrants, but only because it is a destruction that people will approve of. Saturne otherwise does not show much personality. He is a very bland sort of person, always staring off, muttering things to himself, and spending his days locked in his room smashing things that he finds useless. When out and about, he needs to have someone monitoring him. Not because he will destroy things, but also because he is easily distracted and will wander off. Forever. He often has to be reminded to do the most basic of things like eat, sleep, use a restroom, take a bath, stop walking, sit down, breathe, blink, etc. He usually does things normally, but there are those times when he forgets. Like when he walked fifty miles nonstop and nearly died of dehydration as a result. All in all, Saturne is very strange, and all people are reminded to be on their guard when coming across him.
[b][color=#004080]Family:[/color][/b] Unknown. He was found in the streets as an abandoned orphan.
[b][color=#004080]Relationship:[/color][/b] None.
[b][color=#004080]Pets:[/color][/b] None.
[b][color=#004080]Other:[/color][/b] Nothing so far.[/spoiler]
[b][color=#004080]Name:[/color][/b] Saturne
[b][color=#008040]Title/Nickname(s):[/color][/b] none
[b][color=#004080]Age:[/color][/b] 14
[b][color=#004080]Gender:[/color][/b] Male
[b][color=#004080]Dragon:[/color][/b] Alroc
[spoiler][b][color=#004080]Sword:[/color][/b] Sinistra. An oddly shaped long sword specially crafted for a left-handed person, hence it's name. It is extremely detailed despite its total color being black. The pommel is rounded and carved with varying ancient runes that translate into: "I seek the madness. I play the chaos. I shun the life. I bury the weak. I am devourer." The grip has very faint, tiny gold flecks in it. It is carved with a thin, wingless dragon wrapping around a sleek pillar. Despite the carving, the grip makes for easy wielding, only if you are left handed though, as stated. The guard is a typical crossbar with an inlaid carving of men impaled on spears that fades into shadowy horses on the ends of the cross grip on one side, and on the other, the carving is of two headless horses in a prancing stance, and their tales fade into flames at the ends of the cross. There is a carving of an eye against the blade between the guard and the blade itself on both sides. The blade is shaped vaguely like a flame. The blade is black like the rest of the sword, but nearer the tip, it fades to light gray then white at the very point.
[b][color=#008040]Abilities:[/color][/b] He can make things explode with a snap of his fingers, so long as he has a specific target in mind and is looking at it. He can have a super-like strength to the point that his bones will break from the strain, but when he heals from the damage, his body builds itself stronger to accommodate it. He can see inside another person's head and find the one thing that will completely and utterly destroy their very will to exist, and then he will have to say what it is. By doing so, he destroys their willpower, causing them to either commit suicide or possess no will of their own and obey his every command depending on what he says.
[b][color=#008040]Weaknesses:[/color][/b] He does not take well to happiness. He gets extremely confused by it. He reads smiles as an expression of pain and will get very hysterical if people smile for extended periods of time. He is also paranoid of the dark, scared by loud noises, paranoid of spiders, paranoid of bees, paranoid of scheduled events, paranoid of coordinated dances, paranoid of pillows, and paranoid of sleeping with a blanket on. He is literally incapacitated by the aforementioned things. It is best to keep him indoors in an empty room during festivals with a single light on. He also cannot swim, climb trees, or do many things that require hand-eye coordination. He claims to be deathly allergic to water chestnuts.
[b][color=#004080]Appearance:[/color][/b] Saturne is very golden in appearance. He has white hair with golden streaks in it. It comes down to his shoulders with bangs that go past his eyes. He keeps it surprisingly cleaned, brushed, and combed. He is an apprentice concerning Destruction, not Chaos, so it should not be that surprising that he has some order to himself. His eyes are a very shocking color. They are violet. It comes from a very rare pigmentation mutation. They usually look like a very soft blue, but in bright light, they are most definitely violet of color. His skin is a fair color with a golden-like hue to it. He possibly gets that from being out in the sun. He is devoid of any blemishes on the hands, face, and feet. But as those are the only things ever uncovered, it is hard to say if he possesses any scars or things just by looking at him. Truthfully, he does have a scar. It goes across his body from his right shoulder all the way down to his left thigh. He won't say how he got it, if he even knows. He has one of the skinniest frames ever seen. It is almost as though he never eats. His cheeks are a little hollow, his hand bones show, and he shakes a lot. His ribs and pelvis also show through his skin, but he wears such big clothes no one sees this. He is often quite shaky unless he has enough adrenalin and determination in him when he is focused on training or something of that sort. He never wears anything complicated, yet his clothing tends to never quite match. His most common outfit is a white t-shirt eight sizes too big for him and a pair of long, dark brown pants. He always goes barefoot. Only in the presence of the highest of upper class will he consider putting on a pair of boots.
[b][color=#004080]Personality:[/color][/b] Saturne is extremely antisocial. He refuses to form relationships and will continuously deny having any. He has a very bizarre view of the world. He believes that the majority of human life is useless and should be destroyed, unless they are capable of proving that they should exist. How one goes about proving their worth is unknown to even Saturne, but he demands it nonetheless despite admitting that he has no idea what proves one's worth. Saturne has no qualms killing people or ruining their lives. It is hard to label him as evil per se since he truly does not know any better. His teachers have always tried to direct him in what is right, but it is hard to say wether or not he takes their teachings to heart. He has to be monitored often and kept on a 'leash' of sorts. He is not really allowed friends or pets for fear of what he would do to them. At heart, Saturne does want to be normal. He never admits it, but he does believe something is wrong with him, and he wants to be accepted. He thinks it would be nice. But his inherent nature for destruction coupled by the Dragon who chose him, tends to contradict this desire. He ends up pushing people away and doing more harm than good. He will fight against the oppressors and the tyrants, but only because it is a destruction that people will approve of. Saturne otherwise does not show much personality. He is a very bland sort of person, always staring off, muttering things to himself, and spending his days locked in his room smashing things that he finds useless. When out and about, he needs to have someone monitoring him. Not because he will destroy things, but also because he is easily distracted and will wander off. Forever. He often has to be reminded to do the most basic of things like eat, sleep, use a restroom, take a bath, stop walking, sit down, breathe, blink, etc. He usually does things normally, but there are those times when he forgets. Like when he walked fifty miles nonstop and nearly died of dehydration as a result. All in all, Saturne is very strange, and all people are reminded to be on their guard when coming across him.
[b][color=#004080]Family:[/color][/b] Unknown. He was found in the streets as an abandoned orphan.
[b][color=#004080]Relationship:[/color][/b] None.
[b][color=#004080]Pets:[/color][/b] None.
[b][color=#004080]Other:[/color][/b] Nothing so far.[/spoiler]
Azure Wyrm
FOR DRAGON CAVE
Atrocitas
Unlocks: maple tree (resonation, chlorophyl), black widow spider (markings, venom)
EVOLVED: venom
Atrocitas
Unlocks: maple tree (resonation, chlorophyl), black widow spider (markings, venom)
EVOLVED: venom
FOR MAGISTREAM
Onsei
Unlocks: charcoal, tomato
Onsei
Unlocks: charcoal, tomato
Nameless
for Strange Happenings
Name: Nameless
Age: 16
Hybrid or Experiment: Experiment
Gender: Male
Appearance: He comes in many different forms.
Past/Bio(optional): He is a duplicator, but on occasion, the duplicates of himself assume other appearances. The main one is always kept a secret. To encourage this non-existence, they call themselves Nameless. Some may use a different word for nameless to differentiate this (as yelling Nameless at a group of them will make them all look up). They have actual names, but only they know what those names are. They do not dare give their names away lest someone discerns by that who the real one is. Nameless has no real past. His memory was wiped and all records of him were lost or destroyed. If there is information out there, he desperately desires it, but it continues to elude him.
Name: Nameless "Fumei"
Age: 16
Appearance: black hair, dark gray till their black eyes, short black hair, fair skin. Looks somewhat Asian.
Kin: Nameless
Likes: basketball, masks, violin, coffee icecream, science fiction novels
Dislikes: spicy foods, stormy days, flat pillows, buzzing sounds
Bio: Fumei has been around for a long time. He is one of the few Nameless who are speculated as being the Origin. He is very protective of Mumei.
Name: Nameless "Mumei"
Age: 13
Appearance: Mumei is the only one who appears younger than the rest. He has blue eyes and light blue hair. He is very scrawny and kind of weak.
Kin: Nameless
Likes: dogs, iced tea, oil painting, rubix cubes, break dancing, swingsets
Dislikes: violence, strong chemical smells, washing dishes, the word "regular"
Bio: Mumei is the pathetic 'kid brother' of the group. Most of the Nameless tend to ignore him to a point. Mumei is his protector and best friend.
Name: Nameless "Isimsiz"
Age: 16
Appearance: shaggy red hair, silvery green eyes, tan skin. Very tall, muscular, and athletic of build.
Kin: Nameless
Likes: sour things, playing with matches, elephants, long showers, kendo, onion rings
Dislikes: most sweets, sleeping in, runny yolks, open toed shoes
Bio: Isimsiz is very impulsive. He is hard to control and often charges in head first. He is often criticizing the others, but he is a good leader wether he realizes it or not.
Name: Nameless "Irgendwie"
Age: 16
Appearance: Silky soft, light green hair. Dull hazel eyes. Fair skin and a very pretty face. He's definitely the pretty boy of the bunch, and he acts like it too.
Kin: Nameless
Likes: unknown
Dislikes: unknown
Bio: Irgendwie is the most messed up of the bunch. He is extremely psychotic and sadistic. He really does love pain, torture, and suffering. The rest of Nameless do not trust him. In fact, many times, they have tried to kill him. Irgendwie was tested on extensively as the chosen one of the Nameless to conduct experiment on. Through him, they discovered that each of the Duplicates are capable of becoming their own separate entities, but they are all connected to the main one. Irgendwie provided them great results, but he suffered for it terribly. Some the experiments did not go quite as planned. To compensate, he was given a DNA blend which makes him sort of gecko like. He can regrow any limbs that are detached. They don't dare test to see if his head will regrow.
Name: Nameless "Wasurete"
Age: 16
Appearance: black hair, dark gray till their black eyes, short black hair, fair skin. Looks somewhat Asian. A "copy of" Fumei.
Kin: Nameless
Likes: basketball, coffee icecream, violin, wood carving, puzzles, painting
Dislikes: spicy foods, stormy days, flat pillows, buzzing sounds
Bio: Wasurete and Fumei are look-a-likes, which isn't very uncommon given that they are all clones of somebody. The whole 'different appearance assignment' is just a way to throw enemies off. Wasurete is very similar to Fumei in more ways than just appearance. But he has some differences. He is very speculative and dark. He sticks to the shady corners and observes things from a safe distance. He does not talk much and keeps his thoughts to himself. He is a very heavy introvert and gets very uncomfortable around people.
Name: Nameless "Olabilir"
Age: 16
Appearance: shaggy red hair, silvery green eyes, tan skin. Very tall, muscular, and athletic of build.
Kin: Nameless
Likes: fighting, destruction, being left alone, baked oatmeal squares, soft blankets
Dislikes: Isimsiz, being a copy, tall boots, team sports, sound of static
Bio: Olabilir was always seen as Isimsiz' double, and for good reason. They are copies after all. Olabilir has an explosive temper and a very low tolerance for any of the copies. He stays by himself to a higher degree even than Wasurete. He does absolutely everything he can to make himself different from Isimsiz.
Fumei ('unknown';japanese), Mumei ('anonymous';japanese), Isimsiz ('anonymous';turkish), Irgendwie ('sort of';german), Wasurete ('forget it';japanese), Olabilir ('maybe';turkish)
Nevetalan (hungarian for nameless),
Age: 16
Hybrid or Experiment: Experiment
Gender: Male
Appearance: He comes in many different forms.
Past/Bio(optional): He is a duplicator, but on occasion, the duplicates of himself assume other appearances. The main one is always kept a secret. To encourage this non-existence, they call themselves Nameless. Some may use a different word for nameless to differentiate this (as yelling Nameless at a group of them will make them all look up). They have actual names, but only they know what those names are. They do not dare give their names away lest someone discerns by that who the real one is. Nameless has no real past. His memory was wiped and all records of him were lost or destroyed. If there is information out there, he desperately desires it, but it continues to elude him.
Name: Nameless "Fumei"
Age: 16
Appearance: black hair, dark gray till their black eyes, short black hair, fair skin. Looks somewhat Asian.
Kin: Nameless
Likes: basketball, masks, violin, coffee icecream, science fiction novels
Dislikes: spicy foods, stormy days, flat pillows, buzzing sounds
Bio: Fumei has been around for a long time. He is one of the few Nameless who are speculated as being the Origin. He is very protective of Mumei.
Name: Nameless "Mumei"
Age: 13
Appearance: Mumei is the only one who appears younger than the rest. He has blue eyes and light blue hair. He is very scrawny and kind of weak.
Kin: Nameless
Likes: dogs, iced tea, oil painting, rubix cubes, break dancing, swingsets
Dislikes: violence, strong chemical smells, washing dishes, the word "regular"
Bio: Mumei is the pathetic 'kid brother' of the group. Most of the Nameless tend to ignore him to a point. Mumei is his protector and best friend.
Name: Nameless "Isimsiz"
Age: 16
Appearance: shaggy red hair, silvery green eyes, tan skin. Very tall, muscular, and athletic of build.
Kin: Nameless
Likes: sour things, playing with matches, elephants, long showers, kendo, onion rings
Dislikes: most sweets, sleeping in, runny yolks, open toed shoes
Bio: Isimsiz is very impulsive. He is hard to control and often charges in head first. He is often criticizing the others, but he is a good leader wether he realizes it or not.
Name: Nameless "Irgendwie"
Age: 16
Appearance: Silky soft, light green hair. Dull hazel eyes. Fair skin and a very pretty face. He's definitely the pretty boy of the bunch, and he acts like it too.
Kin: Nameless
Likes: unknown
Dislikes: unknown
Bio: Irgendwie is the most messed up of the bunch. He is extremely psychotic and sadistic. He really does love pain, torture, and suffering. The rest of Nameless do not trust him. In fact, many times, they have tried to kill him. Irgendwie was tested on extensively as the chosen one of the Nameless to conduct experiment on. Through him, they discovered that each of the Duplicates are capable of becoming their own separate entities, but they are all connected to the main one. Irgendwie provided them great results, but he suffered for it terribly. Some the experiments did not go quite as planned. To compensate, he was given a DNA blend which makes him sort of gecko like. He can regrow any limbs that are detached. They don't dare test to see if his head will regrow.
Name: Nameless "Wasurete"
Age: 16
Appearance: black hair, dark gray till their black eyes, short black hair, fair skin. Looks somewhat Asian. A "copy of" Fumei.
Kin: Nameless
Likes: basketball, coffee icecream, violin, wood carving, puzzles, painting
Dislikes: spicy foods, stormy days, flat pillows, buzzing sounds
Bio: Wasurete and Fumei are look-a-likes, which isn't very uncommon given that they are all clones of somebody. The whole 'different appearance assignment' is just a way to throw enemies off. Wasurete is very similar to Fumei in more ways than just appearance. But he has some differences. He is very speculative and dark. He sticks to the shady corners and observes things from a safe distance. He does not talk much and keeps his thoughts to himself. He is a very heavy introvert and gets very uncomfortable around people.
Name: Nameless "Olabilir"
Age: 16
Appearance: shaggy red hair, silvery green eyes, tan skin. Very tall, muscular, and athletic of build.
Kin: Nameless
Likes: fighting, destruction, being left alone, baked oatmeal squares, soft blankets
Dislikes: Isimsiz, being a copy, tall boots, team sports, sound of static
Bio: Olabilir was always seen as Isimsiz' double, and for good reason. They are copies after all. Olabilir has an explosive temper and a very low tolerance for any of the copies. He stays by himself to a higher degree even than Wasurete. He does absolutely everything he can to make himself different from Isimsiz.
Fumei ('unknown';japanese), Mumei ('anonymous';japanese), Isimsiz ('anonymous';turkish), Irgendwie ('sort of';german), Wasurete ('forget it';japanese), Olabilir ('maybe';turkish)
Nevetalan (hungarian for nameless),
Makoto
for The 7 Canine Warriors
![Picture](/uploads/3/9/0/9/39097339/4906814.jpg?446)
Username: Alphonse Kynareth
Name: Makoto
Gender: Male
Species: Caucasian Shepherd
Age: 5
Virtue: Temperance
Element: Air
Personality: Being one of the older dogs, Makoto draws a lot of himself from his experiences, both as a warrior and not. He does not believe in ideals such as world peace or perfect utopias. While many say that upholding virtues creates one of innocence and purity, Makoto is formed into something more hollow and defined. Witnessing tortures and the brutality of the masses, Makoto has determined that upholding a virtue merely means that he must act against these foes in order to protect the lesser in this never ending war of good and evil. It is a battle that will not end. He knows that. But he will give the side of good the upper hand as long as he is still standing.
Makoto is very determined, strong willed, and uneasily swayed. He refuses to bend or break and can be called hard headed as a result. He is not a very nice dog, at least by some people's standards. He ignores most people as well as his fellow warriors and only seems to rise to the occasion when duty calls. But even though he tends to drive others away and is not above hurting people, he is not at all evil or cruel. Just standoffish. He protects the village fiercely and is very reliable upon when the time calls for it. Just in general, it would be best to avoid him.
When people think of air as a useable weapon, they usually rush to the conclusion that its use extends to flight, speed, and perhaps defense by sending currents to divert incoming attacks. And while Makoto can perform rather amazing jumps and form for himself very valuable defenses, he primarily uses air as an attack. Being a deliverer of swift justice, he does not wear down and outwit an opponent. Not if he does not have to. He is already highly underestimated, and that alone gives him a strategic advantage in battle. So he comes at his foe with a very swift wind 'blade'. That is, a wind of such pressure and speed that it can cut through even metal if he concentrated it so.
Name: Makoto
Gender: Male
Species: Caucasian Shepherd
Age: 5
Virtue: Temperance
Element: Air
Personality: Being one of the older dogs, Makoto draws a lot of himself from his experiences, both as a warrior and not. He does not believe in ideals such as world peace or perfect utopias. While many say that upholding virtues creates one of innocence and purity, Makoto is formed into something more hollow and defined. Witnessing tortures and the brutality of the masses, Makoto has determined that upholding a virtue merely means that he must act against these foes in order to protect the lesser in this never ending war of good and evil. It is a battle that will not end. He knows that. But he will give the side of good the upper hand as long as he is still standing.
Makoto is very determined, strong willed, and uneasily swayed. He refuses to bend or break and can be called hard headed as a result. He is not a very nice dog, at least by some people's standards. He ignores most people as well as his fellow warriors and only seems to rise to the occasion when duty calls. But even though he tends to drive others away and is not above hurting people, he is not at all evil or cruel. Just standoffish. He protects the village fiercely and is very reliable upon when the time calls for it. Just in general, it would be best to avoid him.
When people think of air as a useable weapon, they usually rush to the conclusion that its use extends to flight, speed, and perhaps defense by sending currents to divert incoming attacks. And while Makoto can perform rather amazing jumps and form for himself very valuable defenses, he primarily uses air as an attack. Being a deliverer of swift justice, he does not wear down and outwit an opponent. Not if he does not have to. He is already highly underestimated, and that alone gives him a strategic advantage in battle. So he comes at his foe with a very swift wind 'blade'. That is, a wind of such pressure and speed that it can cut through even metal if he concentrated it so.
Revi Tellarus
for Magic and Mayhem
![Picture](/uploads/3/9/0/9/39097339/2853381.jpg?256)
Name: Revi Tellarus
Age: 13
Race: Half-elf
Gender: Male
Natural Magic, Learned, or Cannot Use: A potential for natural magic that was increased from the residues of spells left on him through magical experimentation.
Preferred Type: Rune casting. A database of runes and their effects are stored in his memory like a library, which he can "see" projected in front of him when he decides to use them. He then summons runes from this database and can use them separately or combine them to create a new rune. For example, a rune for fire combined with a rune for earth will create lava. From an outsider's perspective, it appears that he is bending different colored light. Typically, Revi will craft his runes outside of a battle situation rather than in the moment so that he can just summon them at will rather than stand around getting stabbed by his opponent.
Origin/Backstory: No one knows this past save Revi himself, as the majority of people who knew him are now dead or disappeared. Revi's mother was some unknown who left him at his father's house when he was just a baby. His father was ostracized heavily by the people for associating with strange creatures and magics. Though Revi does not remember this, he knows that at one time, the people had finally had enough of his father's blasphemy and had him executed. The town struggled over what to do about Revi, but since no one was willing to murder a baby, he was condemned to live in prison until he was old enough to be tried and executed should he show skill in magic. He was raised in the early stages of his life by a convict woman. When he was around six years old, a shady character entered the prison and paid off a large sum of money to the warden to take a handful of the youngest prisoners with him. Revi was one of these unfortunate souls who were used in heavy magical experimentation, somewhere remote and secret. During the experiments, Revi's natural affinity to magic was unlocked, and through the magic energy left over from the experiments, he developed a strange ability to cast runes. He developed this power in secret whenever he could find a moment to himself. He decided to use this power to escape, but someone else beat him to it. A party of mercenaries broke into the lair and killed off the magicians there. A young mercenary took pity on Revi, who was about nine at the time, and took him off to live with him. They spent a good few years together until the mercenary vanished one day without a trace. Revi now searches the known world for his missing friend.
Age: 13
Race: Half-elf
Gender: Male
Natural Magic, Learned, or Cannot Use: A potential for natural magic that was increased from the residues of spells left on him through magical experimentation.
Preferred Type: Rune casting. A database of runes and their effects are stored in his memory like a library, which he can "see" projected in front of him when he decides to use them. He then summons runes from this database and can use them separately or combine them to create a new rune. For example, a rune for fire combined with a rune for earth will create lava. From an outsider's perspective, it appears that he is bending different colored light. Typically, Revi will craft his runes outside of a battle situation rather than in the moment so that he can just summon them at will rather than stand around getting stabbed by his opponent.
Origin/Backstory: No one knows this past save Revi himself, as the majority of people who knew him are now dead or disappeared. Revi's mother was some unknown who left him at his father's house when he was just a baby. His father was ostracized heavily by the people for associating with strange creatures and magics. Though Revi does not remember this, he knows that at one time, the people had finally had enough of his father's blasphemy and had him executed. The town struggled over what to do about Revi, but since no one was willing to murder a baby, he was condemned to live in prison until he was old enough to be tried and executed should he show skill in magic. He was raised in the early stages of his life by a convict woman. When he was around six years old, a shady character entered the prison and paid off a large sum of money to the warden to take a handful of the youngest prisoners with him. Revi was one of these unfortunate souls who were used in heavy magical experimentation, somewhere remote and secret. During the experiments, Revi's natural affinity to magic was unlocked, and through the magic energy left over from the experiments, he developed a strange ability to cast runes. He developed this power in secret whenever he could find a moment to himself. He decided to use this power to escape, but someone else beat him to it. A party of mercenaries broke into the lair and killed off the magicians there. A young mercenary took pity on Revi, who was about nine at the time, and took him off to live with him. They spent a good few years together until the mercenary vanished one day without a trace. Revi now searches the known world for his missing friend.
Kyna
for When the World Was Young
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[b]Username[/b]:AlphonseKynareth
[b]Character Name[/b]: Kyna
[b]Gender[/b]: Male
[b]Age[/b]: 17
[b]Position in Tribe[/b]: Healer/Storyteller
[b]Appearance[/b]: Kyna is a very slight, thin boy with fair skin, shortly cropped black hair, and strangely enough, brilliant blue eyes. He is unlike anything typically seen in the tribe, or any tribe elsewhere, simply because of those bright blue eyes.
[b]Personality[/b]: Kyna is often looked down upon for his weakness, but he tries not to let it get to him. Exhaustion, fits of coughing, and occasionally worse things plague him so often, they have become commonplace. He deals with them as they come and go, and that is why he became a healer: to try and stop the strange sickness that plagues him. But now, at seventeen, he doubts that there really is a cure, and a strong sense of urgency spurns him on. He feels there is very little time left for him now.
[b]History (Optional)[/b]: Kyna came to the tribe when he was very young, and he has no memories of his life from before. What he does remember are stories. He knows a lot of stories, hence why he became the tribe's storyteller. As he grew up, he had to take on more adult work, but as he was always so sick and weak, he could never do much. There was always talk of putting him out of his misery, and when times are tough, he is usually the one everyone wants to turn on, but Kaynaan has prevented any actual actions from being taken against him. Kyna's thankful for that, but life so far seems to be one long countdown to the end.
[b]Other[/b]: A bear's heart. He ate one once. It was delicious, but he doubts he'll get the chance again. It's not exactly a normal thing to eat.
[b]Character Name[/b]: Kyna
[b]Gender[/b]: Male
[b]Age[/b]: 17
[b]Position in Tribe[/b]: Healer/Storyteller
[b]Appearance[/b]: Kyna is a very slight, thin boy with fair skin, shortly cropped black hair, and strangely enough, brilliant blue eyes. He is unlike anything typically seen in the tribe, or any tribe elsewhere, simply because of those bright blue eyes.
[b]Personality[/b]: Kyna is often looked down upon for his weakness, but he tries not to let it get to him. Exhaustion, fits of coughing, and occasionally worse things plague him so often, they have become commonplace. He deals with them as they come and go, and that is why he became a healer: to try and stop the strange sickness that plagues him. But now, at seventeen, he doubts that there really is a cure, and a strong sense of urgency spurns him on. He feels there is very little time left for him now.
[b]History (Optional)[/b]: Kyna came to the tribe when he was very young, and he has no memories of his life from before. What he does remember are stories. He knows a lot of stories, hence why he became the tribe's storyteller. As he grew up, he had to take on more adult work, but as he was always so sick and weak, he could never do much. There was always talk of putting him out of his misery, and when times are tough, he is usually the one everyone wants to turn on, but Kaynaan has prevented any actual actions from being taken against him. Kyna's thankful for that, but life so far seems to be one long countdown to the end.
[b]Other[/b]: A bear's heart. He ate one once. It was delicious, but he doubts he'll get the chance again. It's not exactly a normal thing to eat.
Tetsuya Nakamura
for The Cube
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[b]Name[/b]: Tetsuya Nakamura
[b]Age[/b]: 15
[b]Gender[/b]: Male
[b]Appearance[/b]: Tetsuya is on the short side, being about five feet and four inches. He has short, spiky black hair and black eyes. His fair skin is a result of one part genetics and one part staying indoors a whole lot. He has lean muscle from a lot of martial arts and basketball, two of his most played sports in his younger years. He is pretty average looking in the face, neither handsome nor ugly, just decent and forgettable.
[b]Personality[/b]: Tetsuya is quiet and reserved. He doesn't get emotionally involved in anything and comes across as being very cold and unfeeling. While he may seem to try and care, he really doesn't. His whole outlook on life is very bleak and dull. This game seems to be sparking something inside him, but it's hard to say wether or not that something is good or bad. Everything he does, he does with a cold precision and meticulous delicacy. Even in a crises, he can act with firmness and resolve. It is very hard to get him riled up about anything. He seems to get oddly protective over people, odd in that he does so without having emotional attachment to them. Perhaps he just hides his actual feelings.
[b]Power[/b]: Darkness
[b]History(Optional)[/b]: Tetsuya seems to have total memory loss. Occasionally, he gets flashes of images in his dreams at night, but other than his name, he knows nothing of what was before this game.
[b]Other[/b]: Dodecahedron
[b]Age[/b]: 15
[b]Gender[/b]: Male
[b]Appearance[/b]: Tetsuya is on the short side, being about five feet and four inches. He has short, spiky black hair and black eyes. His fair skin is a result of one part genetics and one part staying indoors a whole lot. He has lean muscle from a lot of martial arts and basketball, two of his most played sports in his younger years. He is pretty average looking in the face, neither handsome nor ugly, just decent and forgettable.
[b]Personality[/b]: Tetsuya is quiet and reserved. He doesn't get emotionally involved in anything and comes across as being very cold and unfeeling. While he may seem to try and care, he really doesn't. His whole outlook on life is very bleak and dull. This game seems to be sparking something inside him, but it's hard to say wether or not that something is good or bad. Everything he does, he does with a cold precision and meticulous delicacy. Even in a crises, he can act with firmness and resolve. It is very hard to get him riled up about anything. He seems to get oddly protective over people, odd in that he does so without having emotional attachment to them. Perhaps he just hides his actual feelings.
[b]Power[/b]: Darkness
[b]History(Optional)[/b]: Tetsuya seems to have total memory loss. Occasionally, he gets flashes of images in his dreams at night, but other than his name, he knows nothing of what was before this game.
[b]Other[/b]: Dodecahedron