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Character's Name: 

Yukiji Watanabe

Nicknames:

Yuki

Age:

684

Gender:

Female

Species:

Eastern Dragon

Abilities:

Close Combat: Though small in size, this dragon has a variety of skills taught to her as she was growing. Through claws, teeth, and magic, she is easily able to defend herself if the situation need be. Humanoid from, she keeps knives well hidden from sight; usually around her brothel or even on her person. The serpent like body of her dragon from comes in quite handy as well, using it to wrap around an enemy and squeeze them into submission.

Air/Ice Magic: Yuki is able to whip up giant gusts of wind along with the chill of winter itself; forming what is almost like a snow storm around another. Ice can form around their bodies, especially around the feet if she needs to be able to immobilize someone. 

Seduction: As she owns a brothel, it would be silly if she herself wasn't the seductive type of person. She is more than comfortable with her sexuality and sex in general, as why she opened the business in the first place. Yuki can pry whatever she needs from someone, whether information or otherwise. It comes quite in handy. 

Personality:

Yukiji is not the kind of woman to hold back what she wants to say, or even when she wants to say it. She is usually the kind to always be cool and collected, finding no reason to become angry about little things; but anytime someone big comes about her temperature is surely will show like nothing else. The woman's rage can clearly be seen in her eyes and face, and with her ability with ice magic the room can drop quite a bit in temperature; creating an icy chill in the air.

These violent mood swings are usually kept the a minimum, used only when one of her workers are being harassed or she herself is as well. Anyone who works for her is allowed to refuse service from anyone if they need to. From those who are violent, harassing, or way too pushy. Sometimes those who are overly drunk and cause a hassle are met with the small woman's scorn. 

History:

Yukiji grew up in a very wealthy household and family, causing her to be raised to be quite the proper lady in the long run. As any child having grown into a wealthy household, she was practically given whatever she desired, even if she didn't quite have the need for it either. Little things here and there, trinkets, toys, and the like; all because she asked for it whenever she wanted something new, as if she just enjoyed the look and feel of things that weren't tarnished. 

The woman also grew up quite well educated in many subjects, in both books, myth, and the like; though she took more upon into the reading of things more than anything else. As she grew older, she became bored with the way he life was at that time. Things never pleased her and life seemed to grow more and more boring as the days dragged on. Eventually, when old enough, she left her home in search for something different. It wasn't much long until that she opened a business of her own; one that many people would find pleasure with as it became more into popularity. Sure, there are quite many a people who would find such an establishment sinful and wrong; but no being could surely deny their physical pleasures in life. It was not long after opening, that the place became very popular with the masses; many of them being weary travelers who sought to relax and have a nice time. 

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The game was becoming boring.

Once upon a time it had been a darwinist struggle, an addiction, a puzzle to conquer of which she'd sell her soul and virtue in pounds for its idiosyncratic pieces, all the while determining only vaguely where her next meal would come from and whether or not there were demon hunters waiting outside her cove for her to sleep so they could storm in and slay the mythical beast...This had been so much willing obsession breeding in her brain since the moment she'd arrive here young and vestal and in recollection likely begging to be split open to the skull. Enjoying the convoluted psychosis of it all. Enjoying the fatalistic thrills. 

But the game was becoming boring. And Shay hated boring. Long stretches of peace were not inherently bad, but the red haired beast found herself in desperate need of amusement. 

Where had the depravity gone from this hellhole, where everybody strutted around like they meant business, irrational aggression the noxious brew of either heat softening the brains of naive recruits or simply the whimsies of the useless, inbred psychotics Sleibte attracted like children to crackers and juice? Where was the spark, the spatter, the fire, the life, the screaming, the brawls, the megalomania, the dirt, the death? No longer did she doze away wondering too serenely if she'd awaken with a set of teeth her in throat, but with the silence of a lame defanged totalitarian society rocking her to sleep alongside a thousand snippets and statistics on locals whose lives could disintegrate for all she cared. Peace and harmony alike were utterly depressing, but though she might turn disenchanted and loveless on the inside, her domesticated lifestyle as a mother was making her...irritable.

And speaking of irritable, it seemed two long rows of teeth found themselves embedded into the dragonesses neck. 

And horns...

And damn there every limb she had. 

An audible groan erupted from her lips, burning golden eyes lifting slowly as the woman lifted her head to see several little beast biting at her flesh...beast she had apparently given birth to. 

Teething already it seemed, much to her dismay. Scheherazade rolled her eyes so far into her head she could see her ass, reaching out and prying one of her hellbeast out from her bosom and huffing. 

<font style="font-family:georgia; font-style: normal; color:#ffd700; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing:2px; word-spacing: 4px; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #fff7cc">"Ok, ok i'm up. I'm up, get the fuck off me ya little bastards."</font> She grumbled, pushing her elbows into the back of her bed and sitting up, seeing the little dragons all scuttle and pile onto her belly as each of them jumped up and nipped at her. Clicks and echoes erupting from their little jaws as each of them pretty much demanded food. 

Shay blinked, pulling her legs over the edge of her bed and yawning with her children all fighting for space in her lap as she put her hands down and pushed all of them off and onto the floor in a single sweep.
<font style="font-family:georgia; font-style: normal; color:#ffd700; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing:2px; word-spacing: 4px; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #fff7cc">"I am not your fucking couch."</font> She mused, standing to her feet and stepping over the little lizards and making her way out of her chambers and down the hall of her golden palace. 

Running her fingers through her hair the woman went on to do her daily routine...with several baby dragons snapping at her heels at any given opportunity. She figured it would probably be wise to feed them before they ended up chewing up her precious home...

Perhaps a family trip to the market, to see what her worshipers would offer their future guardians. Shay grinned, glaring down at the reptiles who all ran circles around her in some tragic game of ring around the Rosie...

Shay whistled, snapping her fingers to grasp their attention which worked well enough. 


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<font style="font-family:georgia; font-style: normal; color:#ffd700; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing:2px; word-spacing: 4px; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #fff7cc">"But...rules. No fire, no biting...and no stealing. I'm lookin at you Midas."</font>  She hissed, beaming her eldest son a fierce glare which made the little beast scoff in rebellion. 

Shay rolled her eyes reaching downward and grabbing the furred dragon adorned in golden markings and pulled him up to eye level. <font style="font-family:georgia; font-style: normal; color:#ffd700; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing:2px; word-spacing: 4px; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #fff7cc">"Scoff at me again you little shit, see if i don't take away your precious gems and add them to my collection."</font> She growled, evoking a rather sad whine and screech from the child as he practically protested to the idea of his mother taking away his shiny things. 

He had his mothers obsession with gold, that was for sure. 

Seemed all of them inherited at least one of her unhealthiest flaws...dealing with all six of them was going to be hell in the teenage years~



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Character's Name: Dagon

Nicknames: N/A

Age: 2,165

Gender: Masculine

Species: Spirit Elemental

Abilities:

• Elemental Magic Mastery of Fire, Air, Water, Earth, Light, Darkness, Pure spirit energy, sub-elements, and combinations. He favors the more offensive elements such as fire, lightning, darkness, and wind; although he is quite skilled at the more supplemental, elements as well. His skill with these is such to a degree that he can often control these with mere instinct. The magnitude of his power is great enough that he can cause violent lightning storms, massive tornados, floods, and blizzards. This; however, is obviously draining and takes a huge amount of concentration. His true mastery shines in his subtly and fine control over each element not just individually, but together at the same time.
  
• Magic Absorption: As a spirit elemental, Dagon must feed. He can absorb any kind of magic. His favorite being raw magic itself. He can absorb magic from items, areas, or other beings. He has been known to seek out powerful magic users to feast on their magic for an extended period of time, keeping them alive as he slowly drains away every last drop of sweet delicious raw magic. Only showing mercy to those whom he thinks can teach him different types of magic or offer him something of significant value.
  

<h3><div class="h3-underline">News and Updates</div></h3>

Staff has been busy and we're sorry to keep you guys waiting for this month's newsletter! We have a number of things to show you guys, so we're excited to share them with you. The biggest being this month's event!

<h3><div class="h3-underline">The Vikta</div></h3>
The magic explanation has explanded to include the magical force in the world known as the Vikta. The Vikta is considered spirit energy in its rawest, purest form and is the source of all magic in the world. It is the embodiment of the souls of all living things from past to future. Some have come to consider it fate, while others believe it to just be the strongest magic known to all. It is thought to have existed long before the gods were ever created and in turn were what created Jaelanai, Goddess of Life, and Akros, God of Knowledge. You can read more about it here.

<h3><div class="h3-underline">Nights of Corruption!</div></h3>
The Nights of Corruption are this month's event! The way that it goes is simple. Staff will be hosting AU events throughout the month where members can post in order to generate black feathers.  Black feathers are a currency that is only available during this event. Every time that a member posts a reply, it will generate between 1-10 feathers. If staff really likes the post, then you have a chance to receive a white feather worth 25 black feathers! These feathers can be used as currency in the Graveyard to make purchases that can vary from shop items to god favors/curses, staff appointed donations (art, coding, etc.), and more!

There will be no posting order on these. Once a day, staff will respond to all that have replied on the thread, generally the staff member who is hosting that thread. Obviously, the more you post the more feathers you will get to spend at the Graveyard! The Graveyard will open the last week of October and will be open until November 15th when it disappears until next year.  All unused feathers will disintegrate into ash come November 15th.

Throughout the month, we will add more AU events and we will be releasing more content throughout the site such as curses, species, creatures, and more. Some of these will be released through these AU events, so keep a look out for them! All games will be hosted in the Games Corner as well as the shop when it opens, so keep your eyes peeled for when staff opens up a new game! Remember: These are AU so they are not considered canon and some may not be set in Antarsia completely such as a modern day corn maze or something of the nature. Just have fun with this!

The first of the AU events can be found here:
Murder Mystery at Bloodstone Manor


<h3><div class="h3-underline">New Curses</div></h3>
To make up for our delay in releasing the event and the newsletter, we have already released two new curses! Please welcome the Banshee and the Wendigo curses!

<h3><div class="h3-underline">New Themes + Guidebook Skin!</div></h3>
Not only have we got a new theme for the event, but we have a second theme to share with you guys! Please welcome out themes, Afraid of the Dark and Feaya's Dreams. Afraid of the Dark ties to this event as well as relates to the plot ;D It is classified as a dark theme, so those who do not like these kind should avoid it. Feaya's Dreams features our goddess, Feaya, in all her wonderful glory. This theme is classified as a light and bright theme so if that isn't your jam, it is best to avoid.

Afraid of the Dark has now taken over the guidebook. Tharamos has retired to his chambers and this new figure has arisen in his place. Who is this mysterious woman?

Name- Balthazar the Tidebringer
Also referred to as Bringer of Roaring Tides
More fearfully, he has been called The Primordial Ocean.

Age- unknown, ancient

Gender- Male

Powers- He is reasonably skilled with water magic, and has mastered the basics of telepathy.. He can channel his thoughts along with a vocal screech to stun and paralyze his prey. This is more effective underwater.

Appearance- A long beast, Balthazar is nearly 3 miles long from nose to tail. His scales are a deep blue, providing just enough camouflage for him to get relatively close to his prey. He possesses many fins of varying shades of blue, though the main hue is purple. Webbed spines of violet extend in sections along his back. He possesses four tendrils that trail out from about a third of the way down his body. These tendrils resemble tentacles, though the tips are hardened and sharp, like spikes. A single long tailfin extends from the end of his body.

His head is dragon-like, with two frilled horns sticking out of the back. One row of massive teeth sits in each jaw, and he has two hardened horns at the back of his mouth, protecting the joint. His eyes have no set color, instead varying depending on his mood. However, they default to red, as he is almost always hungry.

Various sections along his body are bio-luminescent. The coloration of these sections usually matches his eyes, and have the same hypnotic effect.



Personality- When he hatched, he was like the rest of his kind: a simple beast. Time has granted him intelligence, and a degree of wisdom as well. He has moved beyond the simple pleasures of his kind, though he still enjoys them just as any other. He is slow to anger, but fierce when roused. He may help or harm any he comes across, based on his own amusement. He does enjoy tales about events on land, and is willing to trade favors for stories.

His mind is strange and alien, behaving according to a series of thoughts and morals that seem twisted and confusing to others. In spite of this, he does try to be reasonable, as long as he is not hungry.

History- Balthazar was one of the the earliest born leviathans. He has dwelled in the deeper parts of the oceans, remaining a distant figure, even to the beasts that share his domain. Over time, he has come to be known as a sort of primordial creature. Ancient and eternal, the seafolk told stories of his wrath to frighten children, while others had come to view him as the incarnation of the ocean's malevolence.

Note: Balthazar's massive size is a rarity, due to a combination of him consuming other large leviathans that he comes across, and him sustaining himself on the energy of the ocean itself, though this method lacks the ability to heal.

Nicknames:
The Wrath

Age:
Unknown, ancient.

Gender:
Male

Species:
War Helvate

Abilities:
His fangs are filled with a poison. He is capable of changing the composition of the poison at will, resulting in different bites requiring different treatments. Despite his size, he is a fast creature, and is quite effective as hit and run attacks. He is also aided by the ability to slip into shadows, using them as a gateway to elsewhere, so long as he can sense the other end.

Appearance:
A massive beast that comes to nearly four and a half feet tall. He has double sets of canines in his mouth, some of them long enough to resemble a saber-toothed beast. His fur is a deep crimson, with black streaks in his fur starting from his neck and leading down to the base of his tail.

Personality:
Acting as Viorolll's enforcer, Romule is commonly known as a bloodthirsty brute that will gladly tear your throat out if you anger his master. In truth, however, Romule is a rather passive creature. He tends to be a stoic observer, not really getting involved in affairs unless requested by his master. In his youth, he was more reckless, but time has taught him the value of patience, especially since he was granted immortality to keep serving his master.

He is not young, and has been known to offer advice or other benefits to the people in his charge. He is one of the few beings Vioroll would trust with the safety of his family, and the Helvate rewards this trust with absolute loyalty. He willingly accepted Vioroll's brand, mostly for the connection with his master. In exchange, his master rarely uses the brand for anything other than communication.

History:
Vioroll's personal Helvate, he has spent his entire life in service to his master, since the early days of War.

Character's Name: 

Zagan

Nicknames:

n/a

Age:

796

Gender:

Male

Species:

Demon- Terror

Abilities:

Shape Shifting- Like many other demon kind, Zagan is able to transform himself into three different species of animal; a Lynx, a Philippine Eagle, and a Python. Some forms he chooses for different thing, the Lynx, for example, is usually in snowy regions or the world or during winter times. 

Fear Illusion- He is able to create one's most hated fears into an almost realistic illusions using the black mist that come from his body, causing fear and panic in those unlucky enough to cross his path. 

Shadow Manipulation- Though not a skill he is very well versed in, he can use shadows to create various spooky shapes against walls, trees, ect. Zagan uses this to mess with people most of the time, always loving the sudden fear caused by them in others. 

True Form- only used when in dire situations and usually feels horrible as shit afterwards. 

Uncomfortable- Though not a magic ability of any sort, the man is naked from head to toe. If you show any instant of being uncomfortable with his nudity at any point when interacting with him, he'll try and make you even more so. This includes; jumping, hip rocking, squatting, or anything else that might make one cringe. 

Personality:

Zagan can be quite the cocky man, he enjoys watching the fear in peoples eyes and causing them to panic; if for not reason other than his own enjoyment. Which probably makes him quite cynical in a way, as he most enjoys doing things when it comes to his own interests and beliefs. His taste for mischief and chaos are really the things that drive him in the world, knowing there is a lot of fear he can cause in the hearts of anyone he so desires. Young, old, man, woman, or child; it doesn't really matter. As long as the fear is in their eyes it's all he could ever hope for. 

Though when he's not tormenting poor souls, he is quite lazy most of the time; lounging about in any animal form or even just his base form. Can be found chilling in trees mostly, as he tries to find anything to keep himself busy with. He's playful in a way with those he finds himself liking, teasing then any way he can just for the hell of it. His standards of friendship are weird as well, usually because he enjoys bugging them. God help those poor souls that have to constantly see his junk hanging loose for the entire world to see. No shame, no shame. 

History: 

Zagan has hated clothes every since he was a child, always being forced to wear whatever his parents wanted him to; even if it was the stupidest thing in the very existence of the world itself. Out in public he would keep his clothes on as instructed, but as soon as he got him his parents had the hardest time keeping the clothes on him after that.