Antarsia - Character Profiles

Koimata

Mon, 08 Jun 2020 00:40:19 +0000

KoimataHuman possessed by Kitsune

Age 19 (human) 3,200 (kitsune)

(H) 5'5" (W) 110lb

Male

♢'Kitsune are cunning creatures, born of trickery and magic. Some, are more nepharious then others. Before Koimata, there was one such individiual, prone to all sorts of mischief; thivery, lies, mayhem. The sort of fox who drew the eyes of the royals, denied his ninth tail soley for not abiding by the rules instilled for peace, the sort who was dubbed incapable of 'rehabilitation.' Hunted, one would think this fox was fated to a miserable end, and yet, he was far too cunning to go silently. He left his body to perish, and chose to instead dwell in the body of a human child, creating a most unusual creature. Not quite kitsune, yet, no longer human, Koimata could hardly even be considered halfbreed. Two souls dwelling within one body, the boy has long forgotten his memories of what came before, what defined the human, and yet, the fox does not reign supreme, living in the solence of his mind whereas the boy is often the facade one would meet in interaction. They know what he is, yet has chosen to leave him to live, if only for the fact that they could not condone an innocent for the actions of another. He wonders, looking for that sense of self he has long been denied, slowly becoming something, someone, completely new.'

♢ appearance

A collision of worlds, that place in the middle where two vastly different beings met in equal standing. The fox, pitch as night, and the boy, pale as a waning moon. A strange creature some would say, intrigued by the mix of black and white upon his brow, silken tresses falling to the apex of his hips. Skin nigh translucent to the pulsing blue veins below, eyes as red of polished ruby, a tall, willowy body, caught somewhere in that final cusp of adulthood. A single tail and ears that gave away too much, the markings of his secret 'friend' more oft than not black rather than reversed. For such a flamboyant creature, Koimata clings to more sullen wares, perhaps one last push for his command upon their shared battlefield.

♢ personality

Koimata: Shy - Considerate - Dreamy - Naive - Self-depreciating
The Fox: Mischief - Reckless - Promiscuous - Possessive - Untrusting

♢ Abilities

Though the Fox is an 8 tail, Koimata currently only has access to 1

Illusions: A novice in the masterful art of the kitsune, Koimata has only just begun to grasp the nature of illussions that possess the senses. He has been shown to be able to take on other forms (child/woman) but can do so only while retaining features that mark him as himself.

Foxfire: A offensive power, foxfire comes easily to him, pale red wisps he can summon to his will that possess sparks of his essence, giving them pseudo-sentience, acting much like minor familiars. It is not uncommon to see him wandering with wisps present.

Senses: Far superior to that of man, Koimata is a novice at understanding the vast information he is given through smell, sound, and sight; often overwhelmed he has often seen as absentminded or frightful in crowded places due to sensory overload.

Agility: By no means a creature of physical prowress, Koimata relies mainly upon his agility and flexibility to evade when conflict arises. He is capable of sneaking in places where others cannot given his slight frame.

Inbis

Thu, 30 Apr 2020 20:54:25 +0000

Character's Name:Inbis

Nicknames: N/A

Age: 22

Gender: Female

Species: Demon/human

Abilities:

Shift!: The druid woman has the ability to shift into different common animals whether they are small or large.

Nature's grip: Large roots protrude from deep within the earth to wrap around her enemy and trap them, rendering them immobilized.

Controlled flame: A small flame forms upon her hand. It can change size at her will. The flame can be used for out of combat activities as well.

Poison Spray: A cloud of poison shoots out from her hand.

Thaumaturgy: A demonic trait that increases her voice like a loud boom, the flames within her vicinity can flicker, change color, or turn off, and the appearance of her eyes can change to a solid white color (let me know if this is an issue so I can remove it)

Appearance: The appearance of Inbis is clearly a combination of her heritage. The demonic blood in her gifted the woman her red skin, devil's tail, and the horn that sits atop her head. Her human nature lays within her facial features that resemble her mother in her youth. Soft green eyes that once held a gentle gaze. Her hair is short, hanging just above her shoulders with a green tint in color. Typically, she stands to be 5'5'' in height while weighing to be 185lb. The woman often wears a cloak to hide her body but underneath wears a dress and black boots laced just a few inches below her knees.

Personality: callous . loyal . protective

There are very little people she would show genuine kindness to. Her callousness has made her a fighter, disregarding people's feelings over her own because they serve to purpose to her. Despite this, the druid is fiercely loyal to her friends. Often fighting for them, whether it be vocally or physically. This makes her protective by nature.

History: Born into a tribe, Inbis was familiar with the feeling of not having a permanent place to call home. The story of her tribe was said to have once nestled deep within a forest long ago. They were happier, her father commented at one point. Her tribe was banished from their home by the druids who coexisted with them. Their lifestyle only brought danger to the forest; unnecessary killings broke out amongst the tribe and the druids of the forest which lead to their banishment. This forced everyone to pack their things and leave. Her mother and father, while young at the time, bide their farewell to the druids for their hospitality and teachings of their ways. The feeling of sympathy tugged at their hearts, they were the few that took an interest in the forest and coaxed their curiosity of the druids and their ways so they presented them a parting gift. The remaining knowledge of being able to communicate with animals.

This was over 15 years ago and they have never seen the druids ever since. Despite this, Remos and Anivari continued the path of the druid while the rest of the tribe remained the same. Bribing, stealing, and fighting to live. After five more years, Inbis was born. She stayed close to her parents as much as possible, showing no interest in the life of stealing and bribery which immediately made her a stranger in the tribe. She did not care. The only thing that captivated her was the forest and its inhabitants. When taking notice of this interest, her parents did the most they could to teach her how she could become a druid, telling them stories of the ones they had met and what their former home was like. This inspired something deep within Inbis, the urge to continue learning to become a better druid and returning her parents to their true home.

As Inbis grew older, she became more in tune with nature and observing animals. The others in her tribe were becoming more active and yearning to leave the tribe; Inbis felt this way too. There was more to learn aside from the information given by her parents. Every time someone would leave for a long period of time and then return, she would grow curious, sometimes even probing them with questions of where they had gone and seen. Eventually, she had to go. Her parents knew this, prepared for the moment of Inbis leaving and even gave her a few things to set her on her path. A weapon and cloak for her protection with a pouch full of gold if she ever needed a place to stay.

Roleplay Sample: The movement of the woman was quick and eager. She was adorned in a cloak that hung just inches above the ground, baring colors and patterns that resembled a starry night of a foreign sky. With such grace that embraced each footstep, the woman made her way toward a particular inn she was recently informed off. “The Dew Drop Inn. How quaint isn’t it?” Her question did not linger in the air but was specifically for her familiar that towed in her footstep. A large Savvanah cat that kept close to his master only meowed loudly in response to the question that was inquired telepathically. A small smirk slowly spread across her lips, delighted that there was finally a chance for them both. She wasted no time to enter, pausing for a moment to quickly survey her surroundings before pressing forward. There was no need to pay them any mind. Simply grab a posting and leave. Her familiar had other plans in mind. He immediately left her side to launch himself onto the bar counter, his attention solely on his master. Once again, he called to her, meowing for her attention as a reminder to sit and rest before continuing their adventure. It was all that was needed to pull her gaze away from the board and muster an exasperated sigh from her lips. Her boots stomped in his direction, grumbling to herself as she took her seat.

Ealamnhym Sunvale

Mon, 13 Apr 2020 09:05:27 +0000

Character's Name: Ealamnhym Sunvale
Age: 63
Gender: Female
Species: Tarsian Iyanai

Abilities:
As a Tarsian, she possesses all the standard powers wielded by one of her clan: the ability to cancel or reverse magic, limited magical resistance, and a near immunity to illusions. While she demonstrates a few other minor skills with magic, they come from magic items she keeps on her person, rather than her own powers.

Her spear has the ability to recall to her so long as there is room for it to fly, though she pretends her magic resistance comes from her spear. The spear also has the ability to fire blasts of basic magic. The crystal ball in the clasp on her shirt has the power to grant limited invisibility, though the faster she moves, the easier she is to see.

Additionally, she is quite physically strong, and has a acrobat's dexterity, giving her a bit of ability at preforming unusual stunts.

Appearance:
At first glance, Eala appears to be an elf with deeply tanned skin, black hair, and blue tattoos on her face. She wears form fitting clothing, of the type favored by acrobats and other performers where flexibility is required, and has her hair braided into one large braid typically tucked over one shoulder. Those eying her more closely, however, will notice the golden tattoos carefully concealed under her clothes, as well as a small crystal ball hidden on a clasp for her shirt, hinting that she may be a kitsune.

Personality:
Normally, she's a friendly and mischievous sort, who loves nothing more than putting on shows, drinking with friends, and swiping trinkets from the arrogant. She is friendly to animals but also happy to bury her nose in a good book.

However, in combat her personality seems to completely change. She stops being carefree, instead becoming a serious and rampaging beastm crushing everything in her way with strength and brutal cunning.

History:

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Joker

Wed, 08 Apr 2020 04:45:39 +0000

JokerThe Ringmaster of Mystiques Carnival

Age ??

Male

Demon/Elf

♢'There's next to nothing about him in any information network; none of our informants have gotten close enough to gain anything useful. We don't even have his real name; just that ridiculous moniker that everyone knows him by. Fucking peacock. Not even afraid to blatantly announce he's screwing with us all. What we know is this, he's a hybrid of a conquest demon and elf, old, and powerful. You can tell by those chains; they aren't for show. Born here somewhere in Xira; there's no evidence of any immigration from Katakarthia, probably the product of some wench who couldn't be bothered to care for her brat; he certainly doesn't seem to have anything he truly loves; just himself. To the city, hes the ecentric ringmaster of Mystique's Carnival; yeah that one. From the poor to the royals themselves; they all get a kick out of the exotic and unusual. What they don't know is its just a front to one of the biggest criminal underworld operations in Antarsia. And this fucking joke is one of their head hanchos.'

♢ appearance

He is a flamboyant creature, bound in the sins of gluttony and pride. Elven in body, the demonic blood that flows through his veins corrupted what he may have been, conquering, as was its nature. Lean and sinuous, there is a certain beauty to his movements, yet, careless in a way that spoke of a man who was wholey in control. He stands taller than most, never slouching, his head tossed back in fiendish abandon, exposing his throat, barbed smile and hungry eyes watching for those who dared draw close. Enthralling to man and monster alike, he is the sort who wears his charisma as sword and shield, learning the game perhaps not out of expectation, but that of necessity.

♢ personality

Selfish - Cruel - Spontaneous - Charismatic - Self-Loathing - Obsessive

♢ Abilities

Persuasion: Tethered, binding, it was a trait that bestowed upon him the right of conquest. Born of the demonic lineage that tainted his origins, Joker has an impressive ability to influence others, chaining them to his will and fate.

Illusions: A masterful artisan, smoke and mirrors, the carnival is a place of tricks and half truths. To cater to the illegal, all the while entertaining the general public, is a result of years of endless training in manipulating the senses, the to the point where what he paints becomes reality, at least, to those experiencing it.

Dream scape: A greater illusion, one that binds others to a waking dream. To the creatures of the land, Mystiques is a place novel and exotic, shows and fine trinkets to be sampled from around the world; to those of lesser mind; well, it is not a mere rumor that there are some who have been caught in the thrall for years.

Blood magic: Forbidden, taboo, and yet, an actively practiced avenue. For a man who is beyond caring, he is oh so familiar with the taste of iron upon his tongue, and uses the one thing that is always in abundance amongst patrons and enemies alike.

Strength: Wiry, he does not appear a strong man, and yet, he like most of his demon kin, are far more powerful then he appears, capable of shattering stone and bending steel with ease.

Invulnerability: Immortal, he finds his strength in his sin, in conquest. While he fights no great battles like his kin in the eternal war, his is a more subtle approach to gaining their infamous longevity. Wounds as swift to heal, almost as fast as they are laid. His end, lies in defeat.

Nebula

Tue, 10 Mar 2020 17:01:30 +0000

Character's Name: Nebula

Nicknames: the Night Sky

Age:4,469

Gender: Female

Species: Wyvern

Abilities:
Frost breath: Nebula has slightly above average strength.

Blindness: Nebula was born blind.

Vitka Seeing: Nebula is extraordinarily skilled at seeing and sensing vitka in all forms. This allows her to function, although can lead to discrepancies regarding somethings appearance.

Telekinesis: While not greatly powerful, Nebula's telekinesis can create a force up to 5 times her natural strength.

Feral Magic Mastery: Nebula has mastered feral magic, allowing her to command food to come to her.

Camouflage: Due to her coloration, nebula is difficult to spot on a clear night when she is flying.

Philosopher: Nebula is well versed in philosophy and has spoken, learned from, and debated some of the best philosophers of her lifespan.

Shape shifting: Nebula can, with some effort, turn into a Sandrian of the Siverna tribe. In this form she remains blind. She is dressed in loose silks that have the same celestial appearance of her scales. Her cracked skin is located around her eyes tho she is devoid of any glowing mark.

Royal creation magic: Nebula is fairly versed in her creation magic. She will use it on occasion, but has trouble as she has only seen things from the way vitka moves around it.

Personality: While she can be playful, often to the point of seeming somewhat immature, to those she is not accustomed to she behaves wizened. She greatly enjoys philosophical conversations and will even give advice on occasion. This philosophical mindset is sometimes irritating as she can, at times, question almost everything that someone does or says.

History: The previous ruler died following the OG Gang of theives under Malseka's heist. At one point she came across a troll turned to stone. Curious, she freed him and spoke to him, teaching him many different philosophical concepts, helping him learn feral magic, as well as giving him what would become his bow. After a few years he left to become the Khan. She tries to keep track of his journey and has been occasionally been spotted by his followers, leading to her being seen as a patron of their people.

Khara Bayan

Thu, 05 Mar 2020 18:09:36 +0000

Character's Name: Khara Bayan

Nicknames: The Khan

Age: 40

Gender: Male

Species: Troll

Abilities:
Magic: Adept with feral magic, he can control and converse with the beasts around him with ease.
He often uses this to assist him in herding and riding among other things.

Horse Back ridding: He introduced and taught his followers to ride horses.
Archery: He is a masterful archer on foot and on horse back, wielding a massive bow that he can only draw due to his innate strength.
Command: Though his stature alone give him a distinct presence, his ability to lead extends well beyond that.

Appearance:
A towering figure covered in colorful fabrics that blow in the wind. His face is sharp and angular in contrast with eyes that seem soft and full of compassion.
Height: 8' 2
Yellow eyes
Black hair
Sandstone colored skin

Personality:
Deliberate and thoughtful, but willing to use extreme methods if necessary. He feels that the only way to end the prosecution of his species is to unify them into a single people.

History: He grew up hiding from both the sun and other beings, watching them when he could. Early on he began to cover himself to extend the time he could be active as well as to hide his true nature from those who feared him for what he was. He slowly built a following of 7 other trolls and with them tamed a herd of yaks. With the yaks fleece he built yurts as he knew that if trolls were to be seen as a people, then they needed to have artificial shelters. His followers are Masgud, Bedes, Oghul, Bold, Jungsai, Temur, and Chagur

Rylonis

Tue, 25 Feb 2020 04:59:56 +0000

Character's Name: Rylonis (Rye-lawn-iss)

Nicknames: Rylo

Age: 85

Gender: Female

Species: Hybrid between: Plenty Angel & Pren Elf. Affected by Werebeast Curse.

Abilities:

Magic

Feral | Animal Communique - Allows her to sense the intentions of animals and almost communicate with them via this link. She can also project her own feelings to animals in an attempt to tame them or at least prevent them from becoming violent.

Healing | Organic Healing - This spell allows her to heal wounds on humans by speeding up their own bodies natural healing process. She is also able to restore the life of plants if they've withered or died.

Physical

Faster running - Due to her Angelic bloodline she is able to run slightly faster than most mortal races, but only a bit.

Tracker - Due to her Pren Elf side she is able to track things with even the best of the Pren Elves.

Appearance:

Height - 5'8
Hair - Dark blonde to platinum blonde to lavender, the front is shoulder length, while the back continues to grow down to her lower back in waves. Ombre color style
Eyes - Sea mist blue
Skin - Pale fair with a tint of ice blue
Beast form - Black leopard with bioluminescent ice blue spots. Leaf green eyes.
Extras - She has small antler stubs on her forehead, a lot like that of a fawn or doe.

Personality: Slightly introverted due to having had issues with people treating her poorly, but still has good people skills, and even a kind of magnetizing personality that makes people want to be around her. And despite being slightly introverted she's still sweet and kind to others. While also maintaining some sort of distance from others, whether it's controlled by her own actions towards them, or she just starts avoiding them.

History: (If requested or needed to explain the power behind a character)

Roleplay Sample: Myrissei jumped and spun around, her eyes resting upon a man who had apparently seen her. Wait, she'd seen him entering the courtyard but a moment ago, had he seen her? She put on a smile and straightened her skirt and gave him a small curtsy. "Lady Myrissei Harrow, Lord Patrick Harrow is my uncle," she explains with a well trained polite tone, and her smile well practiced for public appearance.

"I could say the same of you sir," she says, a light smirk playing across her face. "Though I suppose that's why you're here, you're curious about why I'm not at the feast," she adds. "It's not really something I can discuss, as it is a personal matter," she explains, and it was obvious that she was trying to shoo him away in a polite manner. That was when she took a moment to let herself breath and she could smell the scent of smoke within his clothes, it made her heart leap quite happily, she remembered smelling it on her father's clothes when he would carry her to bed after a late night with the townspeople at the pub.

"And may I ask who you are sir?" she asks, remembering she'd forgotten to ask his name. He didn't look like he was from Westeros, yet his accent was Westerosi. The dark color of his skin accented his face rather well, and she couldn't help but feel herself blush as she realized she found him to be rather handsome. "You don't look like any of the lords I've been taught about by the Maester," she adds with a tone saying she was curious.

She wanted very badly to take advantage of the Maester's distraction with the feast, but this gentleman had really caught her attention, she couldn't help but want to get to know him better, though she knew she didn't really have the time. She wanted to leap to asking him how long he would be visiting their keep, curious if he was just there for the feast, or possibly business, but she had already asked him one question. She'd never been this flustered in her life and it felt odd. "And I hope the food and drink is up to your standard," she adds with a genuine smile.

Miu

Thu, 16 Jan 2020 06:03:55 +0000

Name:

Miu

Age:

124

Gender:

Female

Height:

Dragon Form:

6'0" From head to front toe

Human Form:

4'6"

Weight:

Dragon Form:

198 lbs

Human Form:

90 lbs

Species:

Western Dragon

Abilities:

Enhanced Senses: Though, many of her kind would have senses that are much for enhanced that others, due to
being blind her other senses are heighten more; to make up for the inability to see.

Fire Breath: Unlike fire of other dragon, her own comes in a shade of blue; burning hotter than fires of
oranges, reds, and yellows. Miu doesn't use this to harm others, but more of a way to defend herself as
needed. It is common for her to accidentally use if startled.

Personality:

Shy: Easy to avoid and be silent around others, even if they are those she might know. Then again, there aren't many in her life she could call friends in the first place. Even when spoken to her voice is soft, almost a whisper.

Anxious: Even with senses heightened, she get extremely anxious and scared in areas where there is no sound or smell; as well as places with an overwhelming aura of senses that overstimulate her.

Gentle: Miu is one to never hurt nor harm a creature, even if their own intention is to do so to her. Her own options is either to run or hide away from others.

Quiet: Never to speak out of turn, or really speak at all in most cases.

History:

Miu was basically born as the smallest egg in her nest, though funny enough she was the only one to survive into birth. Yet, it wasn't her parents she was born into, instead her head was stolen from it's nest and sold to the highest bidder. When she hatched her looks were quite interesting, light eyes, body, with subtle pink marking along her white scales; and not to mention feathered as well. Unfortunately for her she was born into slavery, the man who bought the egg kept he

The girl wasn't born blind, but instead her sight slowly deteriorated as she grew older; her simple tasks of helping with cleaning of their master's home became slightly harder. It was the other slaves of the mansion that helped her along with the daily chores, un-wanting
to see the girl be punished for something she could not control.

It happened anyway, it seemed, once it was revealed she wasn't doing these things on her own. She was left with scars across the top of her back. After this event, it was devised among some of the other slaves to help her escape, which was quite successful an event; but it was only one who actually escorted her out. Now the girl is on the run, making sure to keep to herself as she'd rather not end up where she was before.

Tartarus

Sat, 28 Dec 2019 08:12:06 +0000

Character's Name:Tartarus

Nicknames: (If Any)

Age: unknown

Gender:male

Species:dragon(ignore the wolf)

Abilities: his breath melts all in its path like the molten core of the earth eats away at the souls of the damned, and is often referred to as soul-fire. his dragon form is often related to cerberus-like dragon with 2, terrifying heads

Appearance:in image

Personality tartarus is a hot head, and is meant to embody wrath and anger-- he experiences deep amounts of hatred for those who attempt to mess with his brothers, and loves to consume the souls of his enemies to make them pay for what they've done, and to make them suffer.

History: wip

Valcrowe

Sat, 28 Dec 2019 08:07:09 +0000

Character's Name: Valcrowe

Nicknames: (If Any)

Age: unknown

Gender: male

Species:dragon(ignore the wolf form)

Abilities:his elemental fire has developed to be speed based, sleek and swift like air-- but deadly. the contents of his breath are tiny, microscopic shards of draconic glass, a form of fossilized eclipse dragon scales, whatever his flame comes into contact with it will skin, shred, fillet, and rip into a million visceral pieces. his powers and breath are often referred to as bleeding-fire.

Appearance: in image

Personality:valcrowe has a very arrogant personality, driven to prove that he's the best looking-- and knows that he's the best charmer. he parties a lot, and likes to fuck around-- but he's incredibly protective of his brothers and will slaughter anyone who attempts to harm them.

History: wip

Rp: example: It was a moon light night as Tori stood under a tree casting small spells that made the plant life around her grow with a smile as she plucked a flower with a smile before placing in her hair even as she leaned her back against the tree sitting down on the grass with a sigh of content enjoying this moment and the privacy it offered her for now not knowing a nearby werewolf pack was in the same forest. Still this was her alone time and she was going to relax before her eyes moved to water in front of her and moving a hand outward moved it back and forth the water glowing with a bright light purple falling from her fingertips like a mist that came after a rainy day.

Kavrier

Mon, 02 Dec 2019 04:22:43 +0000

Name:

Kavrier

Age:

6,862

Gender:

Male

Height:

Dragon Form: 15'4" from front feet to top of head

Human Form: 6'3"

Weight:

Dragon Form: 3 Tons

Human Form: 216 lbs

Species:

Dragon/Western

Abilities:

Corrosive/Toxic Breath: Able to breath out plumes of deep purple smoke like substance. It not only is able to practically corrode and eat away at most substances, but if inhaled cause eat away at the lungs.

Armored scales: Tough, almost steel like in density, able to easily withstand hard blows with relative ease; without any visible damage to them.

Hand-To-Hand: Able to defend himself without the need of weapons or magic if needed, honing on on fists and claws; teeth if the need be.

Toxic Claws: Able to secrete, if wanted, into his claws; not only making them sharp but venomous to his victims.

Personality:

Respectable: Though some may not quite come into needing to be respected, he believes all derseve some form of it.

Elegant: A man to not speak out of turn, holds himself high with pride and makes sure to keep himself from becoming enraged with others.

Clam minded: In his place of work, he is in need of keeping a clear mind at all times.

Friendly: To those who gets close to him, he holds their friendship high above all else; no matter whom the friendship may be with.

Blunt: It matters not whom he speaks to, if you believes what you've said is trash... well, he will surely allow you to know.

Other:

- Can give an almost purr like sound when relaxed

- Scales along the underside of neck will glow just

as he's about to use his breath ability

- Walks with a limp, which is why he has the cane, from an old battle wound that didn't heal as intended; large scar on the inside of his left thigh.

- Lost his wife to dragon hunters many years ago, making his afraid of making such a connection again.

- Works as a Royal advisor

Udriah

Mon, 11 Nov 2019 18:08:57 +0000

Character's Name: Udriah
Age: 90
Gender: Female
Species: Conquest demon

Abilities: Udriah is not a powerful demon in her own right. Though she is a skilled planner and knowledgeable in very basic darkness magic, she only has one real power. She can absorb the energy of attacks that strike her weapon, neutralizing them, then send the power back in a single strike. She can't hold onto power to launch multiple attacks, but she can bank power from several attacks to return one, much stronger, attack. Deprived of a weapon, she can try to do the same with her fists, but is nowhere near as effective with the ability as when she has a weapon. While there is presumably an upper limit to the power, she doesn't know where it is, since finding it would require an extended battle (something she avoids at all costs.) Whatever energy she banks is lost after a few minutes, unless she keeps feeding the ability.

Appearance: Udriah is a demon of mid-sized build and with pale skin. She always wears leather armor with a sword sheathed at her side, and wears a mask that covers the top half of her face. Marking on the mask resemble eyes, but give her a very demonic look.

Her alternate form is a snake.

In human form, he still has black hair, but loses both the beard and the headdress, instead simply appearing as a normal man. His skin is a deep tan, the result of desert living, and he wears simple robes suited for the climate. He still has the wings.

Personality: She's an angry and manipulative sort of person, skilled in making people do what she wants and inspiring them to fight for the cause she champions. While she has a cruel streak, she's good at making her followers believe her actions are just, no matter how anyone else sees them.

History: Udriah fled her homeland in the Conquest Kingdom at an early age. She quickly traveled to Xira, where she got involved in several incidents of violence against humans and other non-demon races. A fervent believer in Demon superiority, she embarked on a campaign championing against 'injustices' she felt the demons suffered at the hands of lesser races, and soon amassed a small following.

Haru

Mon, 11 Nov 2019 18:03:24 +0000

Character's Name: Haru
Age: ~200
Gender: Male
Species: Kitsune

Abilities: Haru isn't a particularly powerful Kitsune. He's spent the last few hundred years surviving on illusions and basic foxfire. While he has some ability with a sword, he mostly wins fights with trickery.

Appearance: In human form, he's a large man with long red hair and red markings on his face. He wears a typical kimono and a black, demonic looking fox mask that he wears constantly.

In fox form, he's a red fox with black markings.

Personality: Typically a loner who hides in the forest, Haru mostly spends his time trying to avoid humans. Though he isn't cruel, he protects his territory fiercely. He does actively protect his home, scaring humans and other races out to keep them from harming the trees and animals that live there.

History: When he was young, Haru set himself up in a forest and scared the local humans into thinking a monster spirit had taken over the area. He has mostly kept to himself since, using illusions to hide his nature on the few times he goes into town, and otherwise just occasionally scaring humans away.

Miala

Fri, 08 Nov 2019 21:59:42 +0000

Name: Miala

Age: 35

Gender: Female

Species: Selkie

Abilities: Shifting between seal and human woman. Some water magic. Quite good at thinking on her feet.

Appearance: A short, willowy woman with pale skin, pale eyes, and long, dark hair she keeps pinned back with silver clips. As a seal, she’s mostly white with a few dark patches.

Personality: A deeply loving woman who will do what she can for anyone who asks it of her. Fiercely protective of those she loves, family and friends alike. Much more cunning and clever than most would assume when seeing her, and prone to bouts of sarcasm for all she tries to avoid it.

Naeri Rosesong

Fri, 08 Nov 2019 21:58:35 +0000

Name: Naeri Rosesong

Age: 110

Gender: Male

Species: Fairy

Abilities: Vaguely decent at growing magic, for all he doesn’t enjoy it too much. Very good at tinkering with more or less anything he finds, especially stuff several times larger than him. Fully capable of turning into a Visek elf whenever the urge strikes him.

Appearance: As a fairy, Naeri stands about two apples tall, with peachy skin and fluffy cinnamon hair. His eyes are a dark, leafy green, and he usually has a wide smile on his face. He’s rarely still, always finding a bit of hair or cloth to play with or straighten out; as a result, his clothes are usually a touch on the messy side. Beneath those, at the base of his spine, he was born with the image of a pink flower in bloom. Much like his sister’s, his wings are patterned with overlapping rose petals, though unlike hers, the points fan out from his back while the rounded tops form a smoothly scalloped edge.

As an elf, he looks much the same - same colors, same markings, plus a large tattoo of his wings across his back. He stands about five-foot-nine while disregarding posture.

Personality: Sweet, open, innocent, and honest. Very eager to please and perhaps a bit too cheerful sometimes. Also something of a hopeless romantic, for all he doesn’t show it very much. Overall, a complete dork.

Jabari

Wed, 06 Nov 2019 08:03:41 +0000

Character's Name:

Jabari

Nicknames:

Jaba

Age:

68

Gender:

Male

Species:

Pren Elf/Lion Kelahati

Abilities:

Shifting: Like many Kelhati from his mother's side, he is able to turn into the animal form of his affinity; that being the form of a large lion. Fur dark, deep brown in color, main start from the same color only to fade to a light blonde.

Tracking: Using many skills with this, he is able to track his way over most terrain. Whether it be tracking an animal, person, or finding where he needs to be; he had no troubles finding what it he's looking for.

Archery: Though skilled with weapons such as daggers, he had higher skill with archery than any other forms of fighting. Able to take long rang attacks on enemies, easily taking them down before they can even reach him.

Animal Communication: Self explanatory really, but he has the ability to communicate with any creature, big or small.

Earth/Wind Magic: Something more from his father's side, body one with nature and the environment around him; able to conjure up wind or manipulate the earth around him for his own purposes. Most usually in defense.

Personality:

Kind: A sweet, caring lad to anyone close to him, showing upmost gentleness and understanding towards them; especially family, friends, and even his bonded. Though this can extend to those he doesn't know as well, especially young children and the elderly.

Energetic: Being as young as he is, he can find himself being quite hyper during the early parts of the day. Can become quite chatty sometimes, or even just energized enough to take quite the long run as well.

Protective: Anyone close to his heart with never have to worry about being in danger, making sure they are always protected from any threats; perhaps being going as far as putting himself in the way of said danger.

Wary: There are always things out there ready to kill and sometimes no reason; this gives him a bit more serious note to his overall being when out and about. Making sure there is nothing waiting for him in the bushes, threes, or in the dark crevices around every corner.

Loyal: If he cares for you he as always be loyally by your side, whether it be the smallest of favor or even the largest; you can always count of Jabari to be there for you.

Deimos, western dragon

Wed, 06 Nov 2019 06:05:48 +0000

Website page: TBA

Basics

Name: Deimos

Nickname && Dei

Gender && Male

Species && Western Dragon

Age && 4839 years, Immortal

Birthday && Unknown

Relations && Unknown

Appearance

Deimos is a large male dragon that most would describe as a brute due to the sheer muscle size on his body. This is a trait he has inherited from his father and it shows as his chest size is expansive for a dragon even of his age. His dragonic body is a gray with darker gray markings along his body with the scale size varying depending on which part of the body the eye falls upon. For example, along his dorsal there are large played scales while along his legs the scales are much smaller and tighter to keep teeth from finding purchase there. His markings are orange, red, shades of gray and silver with gradients of orange with red that fade to gray. He has a lot of glowing markings especially along his fins that go down his dorsal and in-between his wings. The glow gives it a fiery alive look from a bird's eye view and his underside is a softer orange yellow like a gentle flame.

He gets his gray coloring from his mother but his fiery look comes from his father, both of whom are not in his life. His eyes are a fiery orange that glow when he really mad seeming to devour those that go against him.

His human form is identical to that of his biological father. It is a tall male with dark skin, blood red hair, and very muscular almost body builder like. He does have one feature that keeps them apart and that is his eyes. His eyes are not the same as his fathers. However, he also tends to keep his hair short and cut into a fade look so it does not become wavy as his fathers to keep the difference between them more apparent. He sometimes can be seen sporting a beard, and other times not. The beard is more depending on how lazy he feels at the time about shaving it off or not.

.Personality

Loyal. Deimos has always been loyal to those he considers and calls family. He loves deeply to the point to where he can hurt others to protect those he keeps close in his heart. He can't bare the idea of being a betrayer. To betray someone is to stab himself. He cannot turn his back on those that kept him alive and safe when death was at his door.

Protective to the end to where it hurts. Even if those he loves burns him he has trouble turning his back on them. He always comes back for his loved ones even when the roof is collapsing on a raging inferno, he always returns.

Kind. A kind dragon that isn't out for blood. Despite his lineage and his legendary father, he is a sweet boy. He loves and tries to help people. If he does have to kill. He prefers a peaceful method that won't cause a shockwave of violence.

Loner. He knows who he is, where he is from, and the family he was taken from but had made no moves to change that. It is one of the only thing Dei regrets but now it is too late. He is too old to go back, so now he listens to his family through stories and rumors. He prefers his new compaions. He is safe where he is, and his family is safe not knowing about him. So he has outcast himself from other dragons.

Abilities.

Fire. Deimos is a fire based dragon. His fire was something that he had lost originally upon hatching but thankfully he gained it back with age. It had grown over time and continues to grow but his true birthright of a solar dragon is lost to him.

Dream walking. Dei gained the ability to dream walk from his mother's side of the family. It is the only power any of the children in his family got from her. His seemed to have surfaced only after losing his ability of a solar dragon and the void of magic. That void opened room and there this power grew. He can walk between dreams and he can even lock people in their dreams. However this ability is dangerous for him because he can die in their dreams as his soul itself visits the dream.

Brute. Just like his father he is physically strong. Doesn't exacrly make up for his lack of magic that was his birthright but it does make a difference in a brawl.

Min-jae Kwon

Wed, 17 Jul 2019 05:37:28 +0000

Character's Name:

Min-jae Kwon

Nicknames:

Jae

Age:

82

Gender:

Male

Species:

Dragon-Eastern

Height:

Human form: 5'8"

Dragon form: 8' from front feet to head

Weight:

Human form: 174 lbs

Dragon from: 948 lbs

Abilities:

Claws/Teeth: Like any other kind of dragon, he is equipped with large teeth and claws; able to rip through flesh if needed. Mostly when it harms way or threatened in any manner (usually in dragon form).

Air magic: Ability to wip up large gusts of winds that could knock over trees if needed. Possibly not as strong as it could be, but still young in age and much more to learn in their abilities.

Strength: Being larger in build than his brother, he has a bit more muscle giving him more strength. This makes it easy to protect his smaller twin in human form.

Personality:

Laid Back: Rather chill when he wants to be, if not irritated by customers that is. He will enjoy is time away from work by laying around at home or even enjoying a evening near the water.

Wary: Unlike his twin, he is a bit more wary of the people around him, never allow his trust to be taken lightly; or given to just anyone. Yet, if one does earn it, he can be the most trustworthy friend one can have.

Protective: Mostly of his brother, considering how gentle a man the other is; and always makes sure to watch over him as much as he can.

Kind: If a friend of his, he is more than kind to them. Though perhaps not as much as his twin brother, but he two of them do have their own differences of course, like any pair of siblings might.

Other:

- Born with a fire opal embedded in their forehead

- Helps run an elegant tea shop in eastern selbeit, built and run by their mother

- Scar across left jawline from early childhood injury

- Enjoys more floral teas, steeped with flowers and blossoms

- Father left before the two were born, leaving them with no male role model in life

Min-jun Kwon

Wed, 17 Jul 2019 05:29:56 +0000

Character's Name:

Min-jun Kwon

Nicknames:

Jun

Age:

82

Gender:

Male

Species:

Dragon-Eastern

Height:

Human form: 5'6"

Dragon form: 8' from front feet to head

Weight:

Human form: 154 lbs

Dragon from: 948 lbs

Abilities:

Claws/Teeth: Like any other kind of dragon, he is equipped with large teeth and claws; able to rip through flesh if needed. Mostly when it harms way or threatened in any manner (usually in dragon form).

Air magic: Ability to wip up large gusts of winds that could knock over trees if needed. Possibly not as strong as it could be, but still young in age and much more to learn in their abilities.

Personality:

Sweet: Possibly the sweetest dragon to live. He enjoys treating other with nothing but kindness and respect, giving anything his most darling of smiles and the best of his personality. He'd go out of his way to make sure anyone he knows or calls friends are happy in life.

Gentle: Not a fighter by any means of the word, he could hardly harm a fly if it was buzzing about his head.

Naive: Really not much experience in anything, and surely not the brightest young man you'll come across either. He can be easily fooled and taken advantage of, though not the only reason for that.

Social: Enjoys the company of others rather than being alone, finding being able to talk with just about anyone being something he quite well at.

Other:

- Born with a fire opal embedded in their forehead

- Helps run an elegant tea shop in eastern selbeit, built and run by their mother

- Scar across left eye from early childhood injury

- Loves the smell of sweeter brewed teas, mixed with fruits

- Father left before the two were born, leaving them with no male role model in life

Juna

Tue, 11 Jun 2019 00:18:32 +0000

Name:

Juna

Nickname:

Jun

Age:

656

Gender:

Male

Height:

5'8"

Weight:

156 lbs

Species:

Kitsune

Appearance:

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Abilities:

Elemental Magic: Through the many vast types of Elemental magic, Juna is capable of wielding the magic of fire; able to leave chaos and destruction in his wake if wanted.

Illusions: Probably the most used by Kitsune alike, but not all mastered of course. His is much better than those with less tails, though not as mastered as those with more than he has.

Healing Magic: Not really much the traditional magic Kitsune are known for, but something he took quite the time to learn of his own. It comes it quite handy, easily being able to heal those that need it the most; or just himself as well.

Personality:

Mischievous: Juna is more than just a little bit of this, he quite known to get his way about getting himself into trouble. Whether it be small or quite large, he is more than likely to cause a little bit of chaos where he goes.

Childish: This more than likely speaks for itself, giving him more than a sense of immaturity; which wouldn't be the wrong word to say of course. What's the point of being an adult if one can't be childish at times?

Selfish: Probably one of the one traits of his damn personality, he can be pretty greedy at times as well; going as far as stealing jewelry and sometimes money off anyone he passes. He loves keeping them to himself, practically blinging his image out more.

Good at Heart: He might be the biggest little shit, but he doesn't do it all for the sheer lack of a heart. It's just habit some things he does. He's a sweetheart when it comes down to it, once someone breaks through his asshole exterior that is.

Other:

- Ex-pirate

- Uses his illusions mostly as a way to hide or get away

- Doesn't live in just one place, always wondering here and there; never spending time in one place for too long.

- His weapon of choice is bow and arrows, he loves having an advantage of distance