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Name: Sariyel
Age: N/A (immortal spirit, his physical body is a couple hundred years old)
Apparent Age: 18
Species: Angel (Seraph)
Race: Human (form)
Gender: Male
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 175
Body Type: Lean
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Blonde
Skin/Fur/Feathers/Scales: Skin, light colored.

Personality:
Calm, cool and collected.

History:
Sariyel was created an angel of heaven however he was cast out for violating paradise's laws, and though he is has not been stripped of his holy powers he is damned to burn in hell someday. He was born into a physical body in the lands of Morocco and has spent his years in the mortal world wandering and allying himself with various armies of foreign lands, continuing to serve his creator in this world. Most recently, he was promoted to the head of the guard of a fae kingdom and continues to serve there, though with a decreasing population and less work to do, he's begun to travel the world again. (Note: This is just a (very) short gist.)

Attributes:
Strength: Medium (average strength for a man of his build who engages in regular physical exercise)
Fortitude: Medium (his physical body is no more durable than that of a human)
Speed: Medium (he's fairly swift, but no cheetah)
Agility: High (he's as nimble on his feet as a modern day parkour enthusiast)
Skill (Intelligence): Medium (he's no genius or wizard, but he's strategically minded and knows how to survive in the wilderness, is a moderate carpenter, and has all of the general "worldly" knowledge)
Magic (Wisdom): Low (he's got no magical ability)


Abilities:

Natural:
-Winged Flight, self-explanatory.

Learned:
-Combat, barehanded or with a sword, spear/lance, and archery as well as mounted combat.
-Combat medic, he is able to stabilize and treat most simple injuries (using mundane means), though he's far from being a gifted healer.

Supernatural:
-Holy Light, it's light. Light from heaven. It burns similar to ultraviolet light, and deals extra damage to unholy creatures.
-Tay-al-Ard, the ability to move instantaneously between this plane and the others. Unable to use this in combat.


Weakness:
-Wings, his wings are the source of his power. Injuries to them are paralyzingly painful, and the loss of one is devastating. As long as he retains at least one wing, however, the others will eventually regenerate, though it will be a long and agonizing process. If he loses all of his wings, however, his body will be destroyed.

-Spiritual attacks, existing truly as an immortal (but not indestructible) spirit, he is particularly susceptible to spiritual assaults. While the annihilation of his body will banish him from this world for a time, it is only the destruction of his spirit that will terminate his existence permanently.

-Magic, he's incapable of using traditional magic and is not gifted enough to mold his heavenly powers into anything refined or delicate. As such, bursts of moderately powered, poorly tamed destructive force are the most he can muster.

-Polar, his power has to come from either heaven or hell, and to garner that power he has to remain aligned to one of those two forces (and only one). As such, remaining neutral or trying to walk the line between good and evil will leave him powerless. Additionally, committing evil acts will slowly strip him of his holy power, and after a certain point he'll no longer be able to use the power of heaven ever again and will be forced to embrace hell (or remain powerless).


Inventory:

Items/Equipment:
-Auratum, his golden sword is made of condensed aether, and is more difficult to break than conventional steel and does not lose its edge.

Notes:
-None.

Name: Araquiel filliam Dei.
Age: N/A (immortal spirit, her physical body is about 16 years old.)
Apparent Age: About 18.
Species: Human (form)
Race: Angel. (Seraph)
Gender: Female.
Height: 5'8''
Weight: 125lbs.
Body Type: Slender, slim.
Eyes: Pale blue.
Hair: Long, light brown.
Skin/Fur/Feathers/Scales: Pale skin.

Personality: Reserved.

History:

Araquiel was created an angel of heaven however she was cast out for violating paradise's laws and put into prison. She managed to escape thanks to her brother, Sariyel and was brought back with him to the mortal world about sixteen years ago. She lived with him in a city called Urraim and mastered the art of healing and medicine enough to get by on a good job and good living. With the decision to leave the city and travel, she followed Sariyel to find somewhere else to settle. Though she is has not been stripped of her holy powers she is damned to burn in hell someday.

Attributes:
Strength: Low. (She's thin, not a fighter and hasn't really had a need to have much strength.)
Fortitude: Low. (She has a low pain tolerance.)
Speed: Medium. (She's not extremely fast, but she has enough reflexes to get out of a situation if opportunity presents itself.)
Agility: High. (She's small, slender and wings help her in this department.)
Skill (Intelligence): High. (She has done a lot of self study in medicine and in her priestess abilities. She is a quick learner and enjoys it.)
Magic (Wisdom): Medium. (She has never used traditional magic, and doesn't plan to. She relies on her natural abilities and the blessings she has taught herself to use.)

Abilities:

Natural: -Winged Flight, self-explanatory.

Learned: Healer in traditional and herbal medicine, enough study to have become a master, surgery included. She has also studied to become a priestess, though it is still in the works, here are the abilities listed with prep time included!:

Conloquium cum Mortua
(Conference with the Dead) (4/4)
Using this ritual, the spirit of the deceased can be compelled to answer, to the best of their knowledge, a single question.

Invocatio Mortuorum
(Invocation of the Dead) (4/4)
With this spell, the dead can be resurrected for one hour.

Exterminare
(Banish) (6/6)
This spell temporarily forces a person away from a designated spot for one month. It requires the use of something belonging to or of the person being banished.

Accire
(Summon) (4/4)
With this spell, a person or creature is transported from wherever they are and forced to appear before Araquiel.

Defensio
(Ward) (4/4)
The Defensio is a ward or shield that evil cannot pass through, nor can they attack. It lasts for one hour.

Resurrectio
(Resurrection) (10/10)
In order to use this spell, Araquiel must first cast the Natura Caeli near a body of water. During the ritual, she takes a cup of the water which had been made pure by the Natura Caeli and baptises the body. This spell will resurrect the dead, but can only be used once per person.

Devincere
(Subjugate) (4/4)
With this incantation, a creature of darkness (vampire, demon, werewolf, etc) can be forced to obey the caster for one hour. They are forced to do whatever is bid of them, short of killing themselves or performing acts which would cause them to be killed.

Natura Caeli
(Essence of Heaven) (4/4)
With this spell, an area of thirty feet around Araquiel is blessed. What is old, dying, rotten or destroyed becomes new and whole once more. Flowers bloom, the air is freshened, rotten wood lives again, and everyone within its range feels refreshed, rested, and full of vitality. Holy creatures are strengthened within this field, while unholy beings are severaly weakened.

Relevare
(Alleviate) (?/?)
With a sound something like a large stick being broken, Araquiel can lift an unholy spell or curse. The strength of the curse determines how many preps this incantation takes.

Sentire Malum
(Detect Evil) (2/2)
Using this spell, Araquiel can sense the presence of evil spirits or those who are aligned with evil that are hiding.

Linguae
(Tongues) (2/2)
With this simple incantation, Araquiel can understand and speak any earth born language that is spoken after hearing just one word of it. She will be able to speak and understand it for only one hour at a time.


Supernatural:
-Holy Light, it's light. Light from heaven. It burns similar to ultraviolet light, and deals extra damage to unholy creatures.
-Tay-al-Ard, the ability to move instantaneously between this plane and the others. Unable to use this in combat.


Weakness:
-Wings, his wings are the source of his power. Injuries to them are paralyzingly painful, and the loss of one is devastating. As long as she retains at least one wing, however, the others will eventually regenerate, though it will be a long and agonizing process. If she loses all of his wings, however, her body will be destroyed.
-Spiritual attacks, existing truly as an immortal (but not indestructible) spirit, she is particularly susceptible to spiritual assaults. While the annihilation of his body will banish him from this world for a time, it is only the destruction of her spirit that will terminate her existence permanently.
-Magic, she's incapable of using traditional magic and is not gifted enough to mold his heavenly powers into anything refined or delicate. As such, bursts of moderately powered, poorly tamed destructive force are the most she can muster.
-Polar, his power has to come from either heaven or hell, and to garner that power he has to remain aligned to one of those two forces (and only one). As such, remaining neutral or trying to walk the line between good and evil will leave him powerless. Additionally, committing evil acts will slowly strip her of her holy power, and after a certain point she'll no longer be able to use the power of heaven ever again and will be forced to embrace hell (or remain powerless).

Inventory:

Items/Equipment: Healer's satchel, small knife for protection, coin purse, gold cross necklace. (She probably has more.. but I can't remember. xD)

Notes: I don't typically use her in combat, she more of a healer and priestess than anything, but if the situation arises, she can manage enough!


Name: Alueray Lalain (Morgue)
Age: 63
Apparent Age: Late 20’s early 30’s
Species: Half-Elf (Banshee)
Race: Elven Tribesman
Gender: Male
Height: 6ft
Weight: 12 stone
Body Type: Lean muscle
Eyes: One eye is missing, the other has a white iris.
Hair: Shoulder length, unruly, deep reddish-brown, matching goatee.
Skin/Fur/Feathers/Scales: Skin

Personality: Purposefully leaving this part out, he’s a bit of a hard one to judge so I wouldn’t want to ruin the fun.

History:

Alueray was born with the gift of magic. His father was a human and his mother an elf and although being half and half the lad inherited his fathers looks more than anything but his mothers eyes and gift of magic. Naturally there were a few minor disasters growing up, the lad was early growing into his magic and set a few things on fire like the cat and occasional important ornaments. None the less the family were happy.

However Alueray was always a bit of a free spirit as a child and one day wandered away from home and ended up in the path of danger. After entering a cave with an overhang of vines that stopped him seeing in he soon found himself in a room with rasping, shuddering pale forms all with their pale eyes boring down on him. Banshees and Ghouls. The Banshee screams were enough to alert the frantically searching parents but not before their son had been clawed and bitten.

The boy was saved but he’d lost one eye, damaged the other and received horrible gashes on his face and the rest of his body. Instead of dying of infection the boy got sick as the virus fought with his immune system and his parents prayed every day and night for him to come through it. He didn’t…but what happened was indeed a very rare occurrence, perhaps because the lad was only half elf, the banshee virus that affected elves wasn’t so potent and he remained sentient, if not quite the same person. His skin paled and over time his teeth sharpened but other than that the boy remained the same and relatively blind. After wearing the blindfold for a few years his magic became his eyes and he began to see via the astral plane instead... it was a dark world full of auras or things one didn’t always want to see but he grew used to it.

The elven tribe’s people of the settlement didn’t like having a banshee around, it was taboo and horrific bad luck and a lot of grief was given to his parents to get rid of him. He managed to ignore it for so long but after seeing his parents in so much pain the boy left at the age of ten only to find an old church in the middle of nowhere, obviously abandoned. The place had been raided of anything valuable and he found the Morgue beneath it and set up his home in that until over twenty years later a guild of assassins decided to use the place as their headquarters. At first they were frightened by Alueray but the leader offered him work and the man gained the nickname Morgue, which was to become his used name.

He was an efficient worker and after many years of working with them and now, having gained some interest in people and being around them he occasionally ventured out, not as an assassin but acting as a bard in taverns.

Attributes:

Strength: Low – Not weak but his muscle goes more into his athletic abilities rather than being any good with close combat.

Fortitude: Medium – Morgue’s pretty average when it comes to physical resilience but he’s strong against poisons and disease.

Speed: Medium – Morgue has learned to be swift with his hands when it comes to magic and good with his co-ordination based on other senses aside from sight, its been something he has worked on endlessly and naturally throughout his life.

Agility: High – Using magic and any form of a precise weapon has been something that has cropped up over the years working as an assassin and when Morgue sets his sights on learning something he gets it down to a fairly fine art.

Skill (Intelligence): Medium – He’s of average intelligence, uneducated too but when it comes to learning skills he will work firmly at them until he can do them fluently in most cases.

Magic (Wisdom): High – Morgue has had a way with magic since a young age and having been forced into using the astral realm as a way of seeing he’s become well connected to it all, one might say fluent.

Abilities:

Natural:

Night seeing

Claw-Like nails

Powerful Jumping

Mage

Learned:

Using DnD spells (Being 63 I’m sure he’d have a fair few spells, baring in mind they’re not all offensive) Level 12 is what I’m doing him at which means his known spells will be 9 at level 0, 5 at level 1 and 2, 4 at level 3, 3 at level 4, 2 at level 5 and 1 at level 6. These can be used up to 6 times a day apart from level 5 which is 5 times and 6 which is 3 times.

Level 0 Spells:

[Rounds: 0] Acid Splash: Orb deals 1d3 acid damage.
[Rounds 1] Ghost Sound: Figment sounds.
[Rounds 0] Dancing Lights: Creates torches or other lights.
[Rounds 0] Mage Hand: 5-pound telekinesis.
[Rounds 0] Message: Whispered conversation at distance.
[Rounds 0] Prestidigitation: Performs minor tricks.
[Rounds 1] Detect Poison: Detects poison in one creature or small object.
[Rounds 1] Detect Magic: Detects spells and magic items within 60 ft.
[Rounds 0] Ray of Frost: Ray deals 1d3 cold damage.


Level 1:

[Rounds 4] Unseen Servant: Invisible force obeys your commands.
[Rounds 1] Burning Hands: 1d4/level fire damage (max 5d4).
[Rounds 1] Magic Missile: 1d4+1 damage; +1 missile per two levels above 1st (max 5)
[Rounds 0] Feather Fall: Objects or creatures fall slowly.
[Rounds 2] Hypnotism: Fascinates 2d4 HD of creatures.

Level 2:

[Rounds 2] Flaming Sphere: Creates rolling ball of fire, 2d6 damage, lasts 1 round/level.
[Rounds 2] Gust of Wind: Blows away or knocks down smaller creatures.
[Rounds 2] Spider Climb: Grants ability to walk on walls and ceilings.
[Rounds 3] Hypnotic Pattern: Fascinates (2d4 + level) HD of creatures.
[Rounds 4] Alter Self: Assume form of a similar creature.

Level 3:

[Permanent] Arcane Sight: Magical auras become visible to you. (thought I should add that because of his seeing)
[Rounds: 3] Shrink Item: Object shrinks to one-sixteenth size.
[Rounds 3] Fireball: 1d6 damage per level, 20-ft. radius.
[Rounds 2] Water Breathing: Subjects can breathe underwater.

Level 4:

[Rounds 3] Black Tentacles: Tentacles grapple all within 20 ft. spread.
[Rounds 4] Summon Monster IV: Calls extraplanar creature to fight for you.
[Rounds 2] Charm Monster: Makes monster believe it is your ally.

Level 5:

[Rounds 0] Sending: Delivers short message anywhere, instantly.
[Rounds 1] Telepathic Bond: Link lets allies communicate.

Level 6:

[Rounds 0] Shadow Walk: Step into shadow to travel rapidly.

Supernatural:

Banshee Scream: Instils fear in most who hear it.

Damaged Aura: Not so much a skill but the characters aura is damaged and warped due to the disease.

Weakness:

Despite being a user of fire, extremely warm conditions will slow him down immensely.

Extremely sensitive to light. If bright light gets in this characters eye it will stagger him completely.

Most animals are very keen to avoid him, frightened in fact. This can stunt his ability to hide when an animal is aware of his distorted aura.

(un-blindfolded) Blindness, unless in very dark places.

Not particularly strong or good in close range combat.

Violently allergic to wood and silver.

Inventory:

Items/Equipment:

Bound black leather armour and black cloak.

Concealed throwing knives and poison vials.

Blindfold with a silver arcane symbol of an eye in the center.

Wolf fang earrings and gold hoops.

A Lute (instrument),

Wooden pipes/flute (instrument),

Hip bag/Pouch.

Notes:

Anyone who can see the astral plane will see a greyed, lanky figure with long limbs and claws and a stitched mouth. The eyes are missing and the creature always smiles, very shabby and torn in appearance, very banshee-esque. This doesn’t affect his actual aura.

For the spell info:

www.dandwiki.com/wiki/SRD:Sorcerer/Wizard_Spell_List

and

www.dandwiki.com/wiki/SRD:Sorcerer#Making_a_Sorcerer

Old art of Morgue that I hope to update:

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Terrible old art of his astral form:

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Name: Cross (Full name only give out in RP, if she feels like it)
Age: 2,000
Apparent Age: 20
Species: She is an immortal elemental given the body of a Husky
Race: This is different from species, this is where if you were a human, you'd say you were of northern blood or say, a tribal type of people. For demons and such, it is also what form you appear in.
Gender: Female
Height: 4'11"
Weight: 90-95 pounds
Body Type:
Eyes: Amethyst (Purple)
Hair: Long, past her hips. Violet in color, often pulled up or worn down.
Skin/Fur/Feathers/Scales: Black and white fur

Personality: Tends to keep to herself most of the time till she gets to know those around her. She is very much a strong willed lady. Can sometimes come off as being cold at first, but does have a warm, loving heart if one takes the time to try and unlock that part of her.

History: It is better to just ready the website, as I have had this charcter for 10+ years. What has taken place in her life as of late is that she has become a new mother. She currently has two young ones with her, only about a month old. Twins, boy Cyrus and girl Luna. She is on the move once more, having felt that the life she had was not working out for her. Any more info can be learned through RP.

Attributes:
Strength: Average strength for a female her size.
Fortitude: Medium. She is no stranger to pain. Having spent the better part of her life as a fighter. But, even she can only take so much with the body that she is in.
Speed: Not the fastest, due to being rather short so she can not take as long of strides, but she is by no means slow. A good pace.
Agility: Think gymnastic skills.
Skill (Intelligence): Medium, she has been around for a very long time. BUT, she doesn't know everything and is still looking to learn from others. Often seen simply watching the actions of those around her, studying them. She is well versed in the old language of the ancient dragons, having been raised and lived most herlife among the ancient dragons of old.
Magic (Wisdom): High, again simply because she has lived for so long. Also do to the fact that she is at her heart and soul, born of the 'magic' of fire and water. But, she by no means claims to know it all and again, is always looking to learn from others.

Abilities:

Natural: Being an elemental, she has a natural ability to manipulate fire and water and is rather good at it. She can how ever also use a little air and earth, but has very little skill in these. Mostly with the air and earth, she can make a small breeze to blow a candle out or blow dirt and dust around, as for earth, she can move small stones and when mixed with water, she can shape mud. Again, water and fire are her strongest point.

Learned: She has learned a bit of this and a bit of that over the years. She knows a fair bit about the healing arts, but doesn't keep up on her practice of it, simply keeping the skills she needs to take care of wounds that she might get in her travels. She is also skilled with a needle and thread. Being always on the move, she has had to learn to mend her own clothing and even taken it upon herself to make her own clothing so that it works and flows the way she wants/needs it to.

Supernatural: Her mother was a water elemental and her father, a fire. So, she has a good deal of skill with these. Being able to pull the sparks of these elements out of her surroundings. Such as drawing forth moisture in rock, wood, and plants. Fire, simply pulling from the heat of ones breath to try and get a spark going.


Weakness: The more she uses her natural abilities for the elements, the weaker her body becomes. Now, using her abilities to do things like warming a cup of tea, or lighting a candle, are not going to make her weak. It is drawing forth large amounts in battle that will do it. Also, now that she has two little ones in her care, most of her energy goes to them.

Inventory:

Items/Equipment: Can be found on the website.

Notes: xxcrossxx.webs.com/

**I have had this character and she has a good deal of history since I have had her/played as her for 12+ years. I'm willing to bend on some things, but not so much on her history or what she is. Most information you would want to know is on the site. It needs to be updated with the most recent events that have caused her to pick up and move on, but that can also be learned through rp. I'm looking to establish her in a new dream. I'm on just about every day. She used to be a fighter, but not so much anymore unless it is really needed of her. I would be looking for or less to set her up with a place to try and set some 'roots' at. Such as running a shop and what have you. Thank you for your time.**

Name: Javier James Barrent
Age: 31
Species: Red fox
Gender: Male
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 133 lbs.
Body Type: Lean
Eyes: Gold
Hair: Always well groomed.
Skin/Fur/Feathers/Scales: Typical fur pattern of a red fox; red fur, black 'mitts' on the feet and hands, and white fur on the muzzle, chest, and stomach.

Personality: Javier is aloof, quirky, optimistic, and absent-minded on the surface, but deviously sinister underneath that facade.

History: Dr. Barrent never quite fit in. As a highly intelligent and magically gifted child he never learned to empathize with the feelings of others. Despite studying so much about people Javier lacks the ability to understand them on a fundamental level. As such he has decided to just do what seems logical; to use anyone and everyone to his own advantage.

Attributes:
Strength: Low - Doesn't have much muscle mass, being on the lean side.
Fortitude: Low - Prefers not to get into direct combat and, as such, can't really take a hit.
Speed: Medium - Nothing special. Average for his size/species.
Agility: Medium - Normal dexterity.
Skill (Intelligence): High - Highly cunning and manipulative. Also something of an artist.
Magic (Wisdom): High - Proficient illusionist and has a great understanding of other forms of magic.

Abilities:

Natural: Enhanced sense of hearing and smell. Sharp teeth. Small claws.

Learned: Self-proclaimed doctor. Has an impressive understanding of physiology, biology, and psychology. Powerful illusionist. Decent fencer.

Supernatural: None

Weakness: Sociopathic tendencies.

Inventory:

Items/Equipment: Magically enhanced black dress suit that accents Javier's rather flamboyant manner of speaking. Other than looking slightly intimidating the magical enhancement does absolutely nothing. Javier also carries a cane sword with a golden hilt.

Name: Dona Dex
Age: 19
Apparent Age: 16
Species: Elven (ears hidden beneath her hair)
Race: British although she has a Latin name.
Gender: Female
Height: 5'0
Weight: 90lbs
Body Type: Slim and curvy. Thin enough that her ribs are visible, but curvy enough that if she were to wear unisex clothing she would still appear female.
Eyes: Icy Blue
Hair: Curly, thick, and black. It's length is down to her hips.
Skin/Fur/Feathers/Scales: Very pale skin, with a bit of shimmer to it.

Personality: It'd be better for people to see in RP. I'll write it down here if I must though.

History: More recently she ran away from the circus, where she was abused since birth. Because she lived in a sheltered environment, she doesn't know much about outside life. (Will add more if pressed :3)

Attributes:
Strength: Below Average
Fortitude: Indescribably Low
Speed: Relative
Agility:Very High.
Skill (Intelligence):A bit above average.
Magic (Wisdom):Not very good.

Abilities:

Natural: Was a contortionist in a Circus, since birth she's been extremely flexible.

Learned: Taught herself how to read.

Supernatural: N/A

Weakness: Very weak due to her small frame, and mal-nourishment. Too kind, and gullible. Although she'll need persuading when it comes to trusting someone.
Rather fragile physically.
Extremely shy. Hardly talks without a stutter.
Allergic to dust (If that counts :x)

Inventory:

Items/Equipment: N/A

Notes:
She's not much of a fighter, but she's very persuasive when she wants to be.

Name: Working Drone
Age: N/A
Apparent Age: N/A
Species: Insectoid
Race: A sort of Bee.
Gender: Female, but hard to distinguish.
Height: 5feet 7inchs
Weight: Less then 130 lbs.
Body Type: Slender, spiny, and sharp.
Eyes: As black as hell.
Hair: Yellow hue.
Skin/Fur/Feathers/Scales: Chitin, covered in fine and course hairs all over, places of carapace armor.

Personality: Driven, instinctual, almost mindless.

History: Born from an fertilized egg, grown into a larva, raised to a pupa and sent off to work the menial tasks of the Swarm!

Attributes:
Strength: Low(-1)
Fortitude: Low(-1)
Speed: Medium(0)
Agility: Medium(0)
Skill (Intelligence): Low(-1)
Magic (Wisdom): Low(-1)

Abilities:

Natural: Mandibles, hands and feet end in dull claws used for grabbing and holding. Wings (2 pairs, fore and hind). Stinger and paralyzing venom. Chitin hide and carapace armor.

Learned: Scent and postural imitation. Low level alchemy for natural remedies.

Supernatural: Born with the 'Hive-mind' capable of remaining in mental contact with the Swarm. Can communicate with insects of similar ancestry.

Weakness: Uhm... death?

Inventory: Stores of insect fluids.

Items/Equipment: Carapace armor (natural), drone claws (natural), poisonous stinger (natural), mandible bite(natural).

Notes: I am a -generic- encounter creature that provides adventures with 'minor' threats if not just annoyance.

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Name: Dain Melshift

Age: 26

Apparent Age: 24

Species: Human

Gender: Female

Body Type: Athletic but muscular; well-built from fighting and acrobatics.

Eyes: Orange

Hair: Long and black

Skin/Fur/Feathers/Scales: Tan skin

Personality: Dain has a sense of humor, and is a bit mischievous. But doesn't mess around when it comes to serious things. She can have a good cup of ale just like anyone, but if something goes down, she'll be there to straighten things out.

History: When Dain was younger, she was possessed by a demon. Hence the orange eyes. During this time she was taught to fight, and learned quickly how to become a cold-hearted killer. She almost died when she finally forced the demon out of her body, but since then she's just grown in her abilities and made a life of her own.

Attributes: --Strength: Medium-high - She doesn't have super strength, but she has strong muscles from her training. It doesn't hurt that some of the swords she's used before were rather heavy and difficult to swing in the beginning.
--Speed: Medium - Again, nothing supernatural, but Dain is light on her feet.
--Agility: Medium - Once more; light on her feet.
--Intelligence: Medium - Her brain is nothing special, but she's not dumb.
--Wisdom: Medium-low - She could make some decisions that, in hindsight, weren't so wise...


Abilities: Very good fighter, fast on her feet, can fist-fight and fight with swords, and swing blunt, heavy objects.

Natural: None, normal human body, only strengthened with training.

Learned: Sword-fighting, fist-fighting, very limited archery (maybe enough to hit a deer standing still).

Supernatural: Stamina is a bit higher than normal, due to the possession of the demon when she was younger. She endured much abuse then, and it has strengthened her body's stamina. Nothing QUITE supernatural, but it is above normal by a little.


Weakness: She's not invincible. She gets hit, cut, bleeds, etc. Especially since she doesn't always wear armor. She kind of needs to eat often, perhaps four meals a day instead of three, to keep up her health and energy.

Inventory: Twin swords in their scabbards on her back, pouch with coins, pack with various things needed for survival; rope, small bow and arrows, some throwing knives, bedroll.

Notes: Dain is going to Priory to become a guard.

Name: Kaisarios
Age: 35
Apparent Age: 30
Species: Human
Race: Greek
Gender: Male
Height: 6 feet, five inches
Weight: 190 pounds
Body Type: Slim, but clearly works out
Eyes: Golden
Hair: Black.
Skin/Fur/Feathers/Scales: Skin

Personality: Some people just want to watch the world burn.

History: A history of Violence

Attributes:
Strength: Average for a former Soldier, comes from carrying around 90 pounds of extra equipment on his person at all times, and an insistence on maintaining his shape in his life afterward.

Fortitude: Low for a soldier, due to drug addiction. Any combat he's in tends to be a quick burst of activity before backing out for a breather, before reengaging, or otherwise taking things slowly

Speed: High. Above average for an untrained human. Pertains mainly to his running speed.

Agility: High. This pertains mainly to his flexibility and maneuverability, his ability to be precise and efficient with his movements and strikes. His reflexes and acrobatics ought be considered normal.

Skill (Intelligence): High in the field of combat and survival. Military training and combat, and several years of a vagabond lifestyle left him capable in these areas. In combat his greatest strength is not raw power, or speed, but his understanding how, when, and where to strike.

Magic (Wisdom): Abysmally low. Absolutely no ability to interact with anything on anything beyond the physical level

Abilities:

Natural: The eyes. Mutated to appear distinctly serpentine. No real advantage given, but certainly intimidating.

Learned: Survivalist. Could live in the country side alone for months at a time. Former soldier. Intimate understanding of the body, and how best to break it.

Supernatural: none


Weakness: Easily manipulated by strong women. Addiction to opiates. Can't keep his damn mouth shut. (Note to players** This section cannot become IC information unless learned through RP)

Inventory:

Items/Equipment: One lucky charm, a pair of steel spheres he keeps tucked in his pocket.

Notes: If you can see this, your contrast is too high.

Names: Lesu, Beast, Predator, Feral, or Udyr (Norwegian for Beast)
Age: 22
Apparent Age: 17
Species: Human
Race: Tribal Islander of sorts
Gender: Male
Height: 5'3
Weight: 137 lbs
Body Type: Lean muscled
Eyes: Yellow
Hair: Untamed Indigo
Skin/Fur/Feathers/Scales: A mixture of skin and fur on the arms and legs.

Personality: Rage, he is after all, feral in many regards and as such, is prone to fits of violence and sadness.

History: (I'm totally still writing the rest up, but here's a quick overlook.) Before he even called himself Udyr or Beast, he was the middle sibling of a family of five. His older brother and him were horsing around one day, when he ended up accidentally killing his brother. He was exiled from the home by his parents and expected to die. He lived however, stumbling upon a wolf pack and sucking from the breast of a wolf to sustain himself. From there on, he lost himself and became a beast. He lived with the animals on barren planes, mountains, forests and jungles. He killed and wore their pelts and became one with them. He is the apex predator of the land, a human adapting to the land and becoming strong in his way. Soon enough, he stumbled upon Priory after bandits caught the scent of his nose.

Attributes:
Strength: Medium (He is strong for a human, though not by any means a body builder.)
Fortitude: High (He is exceptionally hardy to sickness and exhaustion due to his nomadic and feral lifestyles.)
Speed: High (He does not tire while running and is as fast as a modern day sprinter in many regards. He's fast, very fast.)
Agility: Medium (While not slow in reactions, his reflexes are not as fast as his overall speed.)
Skill (Intelligence): Low (He is a nomad and a feral, what do you expect?)
Magic (Wisdom): Low (Nope, he doesn't cast magic at all.)

Abilities:

Natural:

Learned:

Supernatural:

Smell: This human has a nose almost comparable to that of a wolf. He can smell blood in the distance and can easily discern between species once close.


Animal Instincts: Udyr is a feral, as such he not only fights like an animal, but has senses like them as well. His claws are as sharp as a wolves, his chest his as rugged as a crocodile scales and his back is as thick as a bear's pelt. His arms are covered with thick fur and his legs are as well. Many of his senses are honed like the apex predator he is, as such he is hard to sneak up on and very hard to hide from.

Weakness: Feral: Yes, this is a weakness. He lacks any sort of civilized sort of way of life. He knows how to behave, but he is prone to going wild and snarling and biting people. He cannot use magic, cannot count above thirteen, read, write, or speak any of the human languages besides common. He is easily provoked and prone to outbursts of emotion.

Stunted Growth: After leaving home, he seemed to stop growing up after sometime. Instead, he appeared to only put on extra muscle and nothing else. He hit puberty early on, but never continued to grow upward.
Inventory:

Items/Equipment:

Notes:

EDIT: Added his tribal name.

Name: Oshya
Age: 23
Apparent Age: 23
Species: Humanoid
Race: Therion*
Gender: Female
Height: 5'2"
Weight: 84lbs
Body Type: Dainty, Thin
Eyes: Solid Black
Hair: Long and Brown
Skin/Fur/Feathers/Scales: Skin, Feathers on Wings/Tail Feathers

* Detailed information on Therions is on her site, but if you would like, I could explain it.

Personality: Benevolent

History: ---

Attributes:
Strength: Low - Being that Oshya's bones are primarily hollow and her physique dainty, she has very little muscle mass.
Fortitude: Low - Oshya maintains plenty of physical activity and a healthy diet, but beyond that is physically weak and vulnerable to illness.
Speed: Medium - A small stature and light bones allow for quick movement. Her wings are a hindrance at times, however, and her eyes are only keen during the night.
Agility: Medium - Similar to the above explanation.
Skill (Intelligence): High - Years of studying, traveling, and extensive research has given Oshya an extensive knowledge of earthly healing. She also possesses a craving to learn and experience more.
Magic (Wisdom): Medium - Oshya is not gifted with magic, but is spiritually aware.

Abilities:

Natural: Flight, Keen Night Sight

Learned: Extensive Herb Knowledge, Healing, Crafting - Spiritual Talismans, Jewelry, Ointments, Incense, Oils/Soaps, Medicinal Pouches

Supernatural: None


Weakness: Oshya has a tendency to overwork herself at times and tend to herself last. So exhaustion and illness creep into the picture more often than not. Her intense desire to help and trust others is to a fault, as well, and her lack of social knowledge can lead to trouble. (Note to players** This section cannot become IC information unless learned through RP)

Inventory:

Items/Equipment: Herbs, Oils, Soaps, Incenses, Containers, Pouches, Talismans, Knives, Herbal Brews, Teas, Stones, Thread

Notes: Website - www.wix.com/bs2189/oshya
* Oshya is an herbalist, healer, and merchant. Hence all the items in her inventory. She travels with a cart and pony.

I am seeking longterm, plot driven, paragraph style roleplay. There is more information and art on her site!

Thank you much!


Name: Caide Drakeflame
Age: 16
Apparent Age: 16
Species: Snow elf dragonkin
Gender: Male
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 105 lbs
Body Type: Slight
Eyes: Sapphire
Hair: Royal blue
Skin: Pale

Personality: Arrogant. Caide Drakeflame is highborn, a prince, in fact, and he makes sure everyone else knows it. He has little regard for "commoners" and "lowborn" folk, and even less for bastards.

Attributes:
Strength: Low
Fortitude: Low
Speed: High
Agility: High
Intelligence: High
Wisdom: Medium

Overall, Caide would rather drink and dice than fight. That's not to say he has no skill at it, but he doesn't enjoy exercising and he is slight, even for an elf, and a hard blow would easily take him out of a fight. In addition, he has a rather low pain tolerance. On the other hand, he is remarkably quick on his feet, naturally quite graceful and dextrous with his hands and feet, and his tail gives him great balance. He is also quite intelligent, being somewhat scholarly, and learns new information quickly. However, his brashness often gets him into trouble, and he is not good at guarding his words.

Abilities:
Natural:
- Icy Influence: Due to his snow elf heritage, Caide has some limited natural propensity for ice magic, and the air around him seems permanently cold.
- Tail: A long black reptilian tail ending in a wicked spade comes from Caide's lower back. It is not particularly useful in combat except to afford him better balance. It is not prehensile, nor does it have a particularly great amount of strength.
- Eyes: Having dragonkin heritage, Caide has a nictitating membrane in each eye which can protect them from dust and wind, and allows him to open his eyes beneath water without irritation.
Learned:
- None, yet. :3

Weakness:
- Fire, fire, and fire. While it isn't as blatant in Caide as in most snow elves, being burned is far more painful to him than to most folk, and burn wounds take much longer to heal.

Inventory:
- Weapon: Caide carries with him on his left hip a finely crafted rapier of high quality steel, with snowflake designs etched along the flat of the blade. The rapier has a basket hilt that resembles icicle formations.
- Weapon: At Caide's right hip is a main gauche dagger of fine construction, though not so fine as the rapier. It also has a basket hilt of the more mundane variety.
- Weapon: A six-foot quarterstaff of oak. There's nothing special about it.

Name: Pavla Vi Psovaya (Will not give out name unless directly inquired, and if inquired - she will lie.)
Age: 28
Apparent Age: 25
Species: Borzoi Wolfhound
Gender: Female
Height: 5'9 Furre - 30in Feral
Weight: 140lbs Furre - 100lbs Feral
Body Type: Tall and Lithe
Eyes: Inchworm Green
Hair: Black, brown, and white - Trails to mid-back.
Fur: Very Long White with Black and Brown patch markings.

Personality: Can be very unpredictable in mannerisms and attitude. Tends to keep comments to herself.. or.. not... And truthfully, is a bitch. Though in Feral form is rather playful and laid-back.

Attributes:

Strength: Medium (0) Borzoi's are built for speed, athletic, but lacks high strength.
Fortitude: Medium (0) Pavla is trained for all types of confrontation, and can partially handle her own if need be.
Speed: High (+1) Being athletic and prone to chasing (and being chased) her body-type allows for fast movement.
Agility: High (+1) Lithe and laky frame allows for seamless movement.
Skill (Intelligence): High (+1) Being a tracker, Pavla has to be on her toes.
Magic (Wisdom): Low (-1) Pavla has no interest in the arts, can naturally change to a feral Borzoi.

Abilities:

Natural: Running, Tracking (Scent), Excellect Eyesight, Borzoi Feral form
Learned: Persuasion, Behavioral patterns, Tracks, Discerning clues to determine the whereabouts of her quarry, Lockpicking, Theft

Supernatural: None (Unless changing to Feral at will counts?)

Weakness: Anything Magical, Strong Combatitive Opponents, Poisons

Inventory:
Pipe, Cannabis, Silver and Golden Eitched Knife Cane, Brush, Pocket Knife, Matches, Lockpicking Tools

RPR - www.rprepository.com/c/pavla





Alias: Epinephrine
Age: 25
Apparent Age: 18
Species: Elf
Race: High Elf
Gender: Female
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 120
Body Type: Slender
Eyes: Golden.
Hair: Short blonde hair.
Skin: Light colored skin.

Personality: "Wild child".

History:
Epi was born to High Elf parents in a large elven city, her father a low-ranking noble (Baron) and her mother a former scholar, and grew up in a safe and secure place mostly removed from the rest of the world. When she turned eighteen she began studying the healing arts but abandoned them in lieu of traveling the world. Shortly after her journey began, however, she was arrested for theft, assault and numerous other crimes and was imprisoned for the last six and a half years. Eventually, she escaped from the prison and has been on the run ever since.

Attributes:
Strength: Low (naturally lower-end elven strength plus no formal physical training)

Fortitude: Low (weak joints, slender build)

Speed: Medium (no formal physical training, but she has a lithe physique)

Agility: High (naturally acrobatic and graceful due to her elven race)

Intelligence: Medium (average worldly "common" knowledge plus specialized (but incomplete) medical knowledge)

Wisdom: Medium (naturally inclined to the magical arts due to her elven race, and some formal training in healing magic)


Natural Abilities:
Acute Senses: She has sharp hearing and a high visual acuity, along with the ability to see well in low-light conditions, due to her elven race. Additionally, she has the ability to sense magic more strongly than mortal man.


Learned Abilities:
Medic: She completed enough formal medical training to serve as an average medic or an above average nurse, however having not practiced these skills in so long means that they have degraded significantly.


Supernatural Abilities:
Healing Magic: She has a fair amount of knowledge in magical healing, though she's far from an expert and hasn't used it in so long that it's degraded quite a bit. Before she was incarcerated, she could mend uncomplicated and external wounds and illnesses, visualize some extent of internal damage, and stabilize critical wounds and illnesses long enough for someone more capable than her to provide more definitive care. Currently, doing such would be a struggle and a challenge for her.


Weaknesses:
Fragile Joints: An inherent weakness, her joints are easily dislocated and damaged.

Weak: She has a small build and no formal physical training, and can only easily lift around her own weight.


Inventory:
Clothes: Undergarments, plus a sleeveless top and shorts.

Satchel: A bag that contains enough money to last her a short while if she spends it wisely, along with enough food and water to last her about a week. It also contains a large, curved elven dagger.

General
Full Name: Labn Per'mos
Aliases: Bunny Berserker
Fur: White in the winter; brown in the summer.
Hair: Purple-gray
Eyes: Brown
Height: 64.5 inches (163.83 cm)
Weight: 167 lbs (76 kg)
Age: 45
Species: Snowshoe Hare
Race: Lapine
Profession: Drunkard, Hunter

Statistics
Strength - High
Constitution - High
Speed - High
Agility - Low
Intelligence - Low
Wisdom - Low

Labn is a creature of sheer ferocity. He is incredibly strong, particularly in his legs, especially given his size; because of this, and his heritage as a hare, he is incredibly fast. Being a berserker, he can take a ridiculous amount of punishment. On the other hand, accuracy is not the chief concern of a berserker, and he is a superstitious idiot.

Abilities

(Natural)
- Luscious Lapine Legs - Being a hare, Labn is very adept at sprinting and jumping. His legs are powerful and his feet are rather huge, tipped by long dirty claws that are capable of tearing apart a furre's flesh and leaving behind diseases from their filth.
- Lapine Incisors - Labn's incisors are ragged and sharp, easily capable of sinking into a furre's flesh. Because his teeth are so dirty, people bitten by Labn may contract diseases.
- Acute Senses - Hares and rabbits can use their large ears as a limited form of echolocation. In addition, among mammals, their hearing is near the top of the line. Lapines also have a keen sense of smell.
(Learned)
- Berserking - Labn can take much more punishment than most furres, fighting on even when he shouldn't be able. After battle, or when he's pushed himself to his absolute limits, the weight of his injuries crashes in all at once, leaving him grievously wounded and usually unconscious.

Belongings

- Accessories - Around his neck, Labn wears two tight leather loops. One of them is a dark red, stained by soot. The other is blue and appears to be rather new.
- Armor - Labn wears a fur cloak that doesn't extend past his waist. If one were to inspect it closely, they might notice that many of its patches are not animal furs, but the scalps of his enemies with the hair still on them, tanned and cured. The furs and hides are thick, capable of stopping or at least dampening most slashing weapons, though piercing and blunt damage will go right through.
- Armor - On his right shoulder and hand, Labn wears a boiled leather pauldron and a high-quality leather glove with steel studs on it. They look like they may have been scavenged from someone else's armor, and they smell like blood.
- Armor - Labn's mask is fashioned in the shape of the upper half of a wolf's skull. It is made of steel of fine workmanship, scratched to a dull gray so as not to be reflective. It is incredibly resistant to damage, though blunt trauma, as always, is still effective.
- Weapon - Labn wears a battle axe of fine craftsmanship at his right hip. Attached to a fine oak handle a foot and a half in length, the axe's heavy blade is made of folded steel. On the axe's haft, Labn has carved many strange runes. The metal of the blade is scratched to take away its shine.
- Weapon - Labn wears a hatchet at his right hip. It appears to have been scavenged and is in need of repair. The hatchet is for woodworking, not made for combat, and its edge is dull, though it doesn't lack for its share of blood stains.
- Weapon - At Labn's left hip, he wears an assortment of knives; two of them are finely crafted combat knives with six inch blades; one of them is a common dagger in poor repair; and one of them is a finely crafted fourteen-inch stiletto dagger.

Appearance

A grizzled warrior of five and a half feet, Labn the snowshoe hare is an impressive sight. His face is covered by a mask made out of the top half of a wolf's skull, yellowing and riddled with dents and cuts. His lopsided smile is ragged, his teeth worn and sharp, and blood often seeps from his gums. His right ear stands tall, though the left hangs limp, almost to his waist. His extremely scarred, muscular torso is bare but for a cloak of patched-together furs that falls to his waist. His right shoulder is protected by a boiled leather pauldron, the same arm's hand covered by a glove with steel-studded knuckles. Simple trousers do for his legs, his huge digitigrade feet bare, long claws clacking on the ground. Around his neck he wears two tight leather loops, one dark red and one dark blue.


Scars
While Labn's body is covered in many small scars, the most significant will be listed here.

- One severe scar runs from behind the base of his left ear, curving down around his eye and dipping down to his upper lip on the left side. This scar causes his mouth to be drawn up into a permanent sneer and rends his left ear limp.
- A deep horizontal scar on Labn's left side runs parallel to one of his ribs.
- On Labn's right upper arm, near his shoulder, there is a carving of a rune. It resembles a boxy, upside-down 'U.'
- On either side of Labn's torso, beneath his ribs, there are scars from claw marks.
- Three parallel claw mark scars run diagonally down Labn's back, starting at his right shoulderblade, though they are usually hidden by his cloak.
- Labn's right hip and buttock appear to have been the victim of mauling by some creature's massive jaws in the past. Inside the ring of tooth marks is another smaller, narrower bite scar.
- At Labn's right elbow and forearm are many scars that appear to have been inflicted by some creature's bite.
- The ball of Labn's right hand has a scar running across it with another scar mirroring it along the heel.
- Surrounding Labn's left eye is a series of scars from blunt-trauma-induced lacerations.
- A round scar on Labn's abdomen appears to have been inflicted by a spear, with one mirroring it on his back.
- Labn's left shoulder was in the past the victim of an arrow wound. A triangular scar still mars his skin and muscle.
- A series of round scars of similar size fall down Labn' chest in a V shape, with more mirroring them on his back.
- Beside Labn's right ear is a small, round scar.
- On the right side of Labn's chest is a particularly nasty-looking stab wound scar.
- Labn's right ear has a tear in it about halfway up.
- On the lower right side of Labn's jaw is the scar from a jagged cut.
- A long scar runs along the back of Labn's right forearm, from his wrist almost to his elbow.

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Statistics


Strength: Medium - Aegis has average strength for a martial artist. What this means, roughly, is that his strength is evenly distributed about his body to better aid in his flexibility. His musculature is toned for better flexibility and longer endurance for repeated actions of a specific type.

Fortitude: Medium - Aegis can take a licking and keep going, in the sense that he can push through most of the injuries that come with hand to hand and armed combat; he's the kind of guy that you'd have to knock out to keep him down.

Aegis is like a light welterweight boxer in that sense, he can keep at it for 12 rounds by conserving his energy, but he doesn't have the kind of endurance to run multiple triathlons and the like. People used to heavy, high intensity labor can outlast him in physical competition, as well as most people geared for constant physical exertion.

Speed:High - This is where Aegis really shines: he can dodge and strike at the upper limits of mundane possibility, which is a good thing when his style of fighting mostly focuses on exploiting openings. Some of this comes from finely honed reflexes, and some of it comes from just being a cat.

What this doesn't mean is that he'll be able to run sprinters down or hold any world records for foot races: he's not Usain Bolt. People with longer legs or who are conditioned to run by virtue of physicality or training will have an edge up on him.

Agility: Medium - Aegis' agility isn't geared towards "acrobatic insanity," but rather economy of motion. What you'll see from him is artful footwork which is assisted by his natural speed. On the upper end, he's capable of a limited number of "tricks:" flipping off walls, sliding under obstacles, but mostly he relies on his speed to adjust himself accordingly.

Aegis isn't a gymnast: you won't see him back flipping through the air, contorting his body into weird positions to avoid attacks, or any thing like that.

Skill (Intelligence): High - Aegis' skill is pretty high up there for the weapons he chooses: his body, knives and stabbing weapons, swords and sticks. It should be noted that all his weapons are tangentially related in some way: a stick is a sword without an edge, a knife is a shorter sword, and a fist or a foot is the original weapon. Coupled with knowing how to use these weapons is how to avoid these weapons.

His book smarts are pretty good too: he speaks multiple supernatural languages, including dialects of elvish, drow, draconic, demonic, and celestial (thanks Sariyel!) though the latter two he cannot read. He is also conversant in a variety of eastern and western languages too.

Aegis is good at tracking, hunting, trapping; he could be left in a forest with minimal tools and survive. He knows what herbs to mix to kill or relieve pain, how to discern cause of death, how to sail a small boat. Basically, Aegis has a comprehensive education on survival, anatomy, and herbology as it relates to killing people dead.

He cannot, however, do advanced physics, calculate magical equations, design a boat, build a gun, or any of the highly specialized trades that one would expect a high intelligence individual to engage in: he's a warrior by trade, assassin in focus, so all his skills are related to that.

Magic (Wisdom): Low (non-existent) - What wisdom? He's not even the slightest bit magical, to the point where it's a serious anomaly. People looking for the magic spark or whatever one's source of magic is won't even find it: metaphysically he is completely and totally null. If there's magic in the air, he won't even feel it, sense it, or know it's happening aside from visual cues. Objects that require one to focus magic into them won't work for Aegis, though objects that operate on their own magic will.

Full Name: Aegis
True Name: unknown even to him, presumed lost
Furcadian Longname: none
Rank: none, assassin
Squire: none
Race: Felis Catus (Silver Tabby coloration)
Gender: Male
Apparent Age: 27 (see permanent afflictions)
Actual Age: 40
Height: 5 feet, 5 inches
Birthday: unknown, doesn't celebrate it.
Hair Color: black
Eye Color: green
Fur Color: gray with black tabby style markings, individual strands may have a silver color.
Marital Status: single
Sexual Orientation: pansexual
Bonded To: no one
Offspring: none
Other Family: all dead, The Keep
Jewelry: none

Permanent Afflictions


Magically null. Aegis was, as a kit, a slave in Furrabia where he was purchased by a minor merchant who set him to work in his shop, cleaning, polishing and the like. During his daily chores, Aegis happened upon a lamp: when caught reaching for it, his master whipped him bloody as this lamp was evidently "the key to his fortune." Aegis, out of spite, stole the lamp and hid it, in the process freeing a Djinni within. Now, Djinni are known to be cunning as well as rewarding to those who aid them, and offered Aegis a single wish to be granted in exchange for something extremely valuable. Aegis' wish was freedom, to never be a slave again.

The Djinni honored his pact and, in the night, an assassin arrived to slaughter the merchant and his entire family. The assassin, upon spotting Aegis hiding initially sought to kill Aegis bout found that the boy apparently had no magical spark, something of an oddity considering that even the most mundane of people could be said to have some magic. Taking the boy back to The Keep, it was there where Aegis trained to be an assassin without magic.

Long story short, Aegis cannot use magic: he cannot activate magical devices unless they've got their own power source, nor does he have any magic with which to power spells, other creatures, or anything of the like. He has not attempted to access his ki, chi, or chakras, but it is assumed that since he cannot cast spells or use magical devices, he is magically inert.

Egregore Remnant. Aegis was, once upon a time, infected by the Egregore. The Egregore were a species of ooze like creatures with an aversion to flame and holy energies. The reasons behind and the nature of his transformation are not important, however, the cat is the only one to have been infected by the Egregore and manage to cure himself. Though exceedingly painful, the cure slowed the natural degradation of his body due to age: he is not immortal, he does not heal faster than normal, however, his body is more resistant to the ravages of time, disease and poison due to the remnants of the Egregore. This is the source behind the nasty flavor of his blood to vampiric creatures and his resistance to lycanthropy. Basically, if something wants to change his blood in a metaphysical sense, it won't work. He now ages one year for every five he experiences.

Piercings: one barbell through his left eyebrow, three bridge piercings.

Scars: Aegis has several whip scars on his back from when he was beaten as a slave in Furrabia. These scars remain as reminders of where he came from and what he will never submit to.

General Demeanor: Aegis is quick witted, and always seems to find something amusing. In combat, he will tease his opponents without mercy and without limits to the subject of his ridicule. Generally, he is contemplative, often distrustful of authority, and does not understand altruism. Aegis also has a strong aversion to the exercise of power for the domination of others which means that he'll intervene when he feels that someone's just trying to bully another individual around. Nobility don't like that too much.

Armor


Aegis' armor consists of a blackened toughened leather body suit, sturdy enough to block most slashing attacks and some piercing attacks. Over the body suit, he wears cuir bouilli (hardened leather) plates: breast plate, thigh guards, crotch protection, elbow pads and knee pads. His shin guards and bracers are metal. The entire suit buckles to one another in a manner fashioned after the way that plate mail comes together.

The armor is light enough for him to swim in with only minor difficulties, strong enough to deflect most unenchanted slashing attacks, and will block some piercing attacks from daggers when in close range. Arrows will defeat the armor on a straight shot, as will firearms, spears, and swords designed to pierce (rapiers, rondels, etc). The armor incorporates pouches on his thighs and leather clasps for sheaths.

The armor is not true black, but rather a grey color to better match Aegis' own fur. This coloration does not draw the eye when hiding in shadows in the same way that true black might.

Detailed Appearance: Aegis is a feline of medium height, with long black hair, emerald eyes, and grey tawny striped fur. He smirks a lot too.

Notes


Vampires and blood-drinkers: Drinking Aegis' blood is like drinking sewer sludge. It holds very little nutrient value for the vampire at best, and at worst will make them very, very sick to their stomachs.

Aura readers:If Aegis could be said to have an aura, it is by virtue of being alive. He has no magical aura about him at all, in fact, it's as if the magic around him wants to rush in and fill the void, but is being held at by by something. Either way, it might almost be like reading a stone or something that wasn't alive.

Empaths and Telepaths: Empaths discover Aegis' emotions to be like a tranquil pond. They are neither cold nor warm, simply present and unmoving. Various shifts can be discerned as they happen, but overall it could be read as a baseline amusement with calculation thrown in there.

Aegis has no metaphysical mental defenses, so the only thing that protects his mind and his deep dark secrets is his vivid imagination which he keeps fed with a daily dose of horror novels or erotica. When telepaths enter his mind, they find themselves confronted with a series of vividly imagined experiences of horror or pleasure through which they must travel to get to his psyche.

One of his mental defenses is the experience of becoming and unbecoming an egregore which TOTALLY SUCKS in ways that are too horrible to put into words.

Scent: Aegis typically smells like his surroundings, unless he's wet (wet cat smell), covered in dung (poopy smell), or something that would naturally change his scent.

Weapons


Aegis doesn't really carry all this crap on him, most of it is situational and changes if he gets prep-time or is actively hunting something. His equipment is listed in his description per situation. The only thing not apparent are what lies within his belt pouches: anything from caltrops to liquid filled spheres to shuriken and throwing knives.

Katana: Aegis owns a pair of katana both of which are rather unremarkable save for their tip design: they are all shobu zukuri so that they may be used as more effective piercing weapons.
Kodachi: Aegis also owns a pair of kodachi of unremarkable make save for the tip design: they are both shobu zukuri to aid in piercing armor.
Tanto: Aegis owns a number of tanto.
Rapier: Aegis owns a rapier of unremarkable design.
Dagger: All of Aegis' daggers possess upswept tines before the cross guard so that they may catch and restrain other blades. All of his daggers are double edged.
Short Sword: Larger versions of the daggers that he carries around, triangular in shape, good for piercing armor and the like.
Long Sword: Double edged western style longsword.
Throwing Knives: Aegis owns two types: Kunai and western style.
Shuriken: Aegis has some shuriken.
Rope Daggers: These are daggers attached to ropes. Aegis uses them to climb or grapple opponents.
Orbs of stuff: Holy water, acid, oil, and metal. The metal orbs are like musket shot or ball bearings: they contain nothing, but it would hurt to get clubbed with one. Oil is oil, it needs a light to start. Acid is aqua-vitae: burns exposed flesh and the like but it won't do much against metal armor.

Spellbreaker: A bow taken from a fallen Fae lord. Aegis doesn't know what kind of metaphysical nonsense it has on it, but from what he can discern, the longer the bow is drawn, the more it will penetrate a magically enhanced defense. That is to say that the longer he sights on a target, the more powerful the resulting strike will be: the bow actually hums the longer it is held, and holding it too long might cause it to backlash.

Further, the bow doesn't generate it's own ammuntion, but can fire any vaguely arrow like object. Once Aegis shot a long sword with it.

Aegis' superpower is prep-time and study of a target.

---Statistics----

Given Name: Amern Thyst
Longname: T'Amern Ix'Marcus Ti'Pakchi
Species: Polar Bear.
Occupation: Travelling Mage, Merchant specializing in candy.
Physical Age: 50.
Actual Age: 50.
Height: 7'1
Weight: 16 stone 4 pounds.
Build: Muscular, heavy-set.
Sexuality: Heterosexual.
Alignment: Lawful Neutral.

-Physical Statistics-

Fur: White
Markings: Purple
Hair: Lilac
Eyes: black

-Stats for Combat-

Strength- 6 (Workable Strength. Whilst he can lift a doorframe, it is not practical for him to fight as such in combat.) Medium
Constitution- 4 Medium
Dexterity- 2 Low
Agility-2 Low
Intelligence- 6 High
Wisdom- 6 High


Advantages: (5 point total) - 3 USED

Mage: Amern has been tutored in the practical applications of magic since he arrived in The World; he studied at the College of Elements. -Amern's mage abilities are listed further down the page.(2 points)

Strong: Amern's body is comprised almost entirely of muscle; he can easily lift his own body weight overhead and carry it easily, kick down doors and pull himself up by his fingertips with relative ease. (1 point)

Disadvantages: (5 point total) - 5 USED

Tailless: Amern is not as agile as other furres as he does not have the added bonus of a tail for balance. He is also not as agile as other Ursines, due in part to his bulk. (1 point.)

In Debt: Amern has very little money; however, he doesn't seem to have any addictions, nor any hidden offspring to pay for. (1 point.)

Oathbound: Amern is oathbound to do certain things; he does not offer up the terms of his oath to strangers, nor elaborate on why he does such things unless he is close ot the furre questioning him. (1 point.)

Poor-Vision: Amern is unable to discern anything close-up, as the item or furre in question begins to become fuzzy around the edges at a meter away. (1 point)

All-Thumbs: With such a large build, Amern finds it difficult to perform intricate tasks. His writing is also atrocious, as his large paw sweeps across the page he has written on, smearing it. (1 point)

----------Skills and Talents--------------

Innate Talents -
Snowfoot - This power works only on any form of Ice, Snow, Or Sleet. Armern is capable of walking through a blizzard without leaving a trace of scent or tracks. He would not even disturb the sleet with his passing. This also applies to Deep Blizzards, as wintery climates are his affinity.

Magical ability - Being a Ursine versed in his natural affinity, the majority of his magical ability is innate. This allows for spells to be cast without gestures, incantations or tokens, although the energy cost is greater when performing spells without a physical method.

Learned Talents -

Chandler - Amern is an accomplished candlemaker, specialising in magicked candles.

------Magic-------

Primary casting method - Talismans - The markings on Amern's body are both dyed onto the fur and the flesh below, and three are the scriptures for spells. By displaying the tattoo and uttering it's specific summon, he utilises the magic.

Talisman magic specifics

Caleod - Tattoo across his left eye, in the shape of a stylised dragon's wing - This spell, activated by calling "Caleod", allows for him to strike an opponent and send energy through the struck area, chilling the area internally and externally, the amount dependant on the opponent's mental fortitude. It can also be used to soothe pains and headaches. This takes one turn to prepare, one to perform, and between 3-5 for the cold to take effect. This spell may be used up to five times a day, and each use blinds Amern temporarily.

Avlon - Tattoo across his right bicep and shoulder, going down his shoulderblade. It appears to be based on a willow tree. - This spell is defensive, and allows him to prepare his skin for a single bladed strike, hardening the flesh along his arms and paws to block bladed strikes. This takes one turn to prepare, and another two before it can be used. It may also be used on another furre, so long as he is within touching distance of them. The downside is that the flesh becomes weak and frostbitten after three turns.

Wintress - The tattoo is located on his foot, and travels up his leg; it's design is reminiscent of swirling clouds. - By calling the name of this spell, he can generate snow and frost with his fists and direct the torrents at an opponent; however, his feet need to stay firmly on the ground to do this. This takes two turns to prep, a further turn to bring about the energy needed, and lasts for four turns. He may use this spell twice in a day. There is no downside to this spell.

Secondary casting method - Cartomancy.

Amern has two carded elementals at his disposal; these are kept within a fold in his bag of treats, and the fold is spelled to be almost indistinguishable from the interior. Both are elementals of the cold, but with differing functions.

Lady's card: Lady's card is roughly the size of a playing card, and is edged with gold patterned to look like frost creeping along the card. The design is ornate, with many raised edges. At the centre sits a drawing of a blue eye, heavily lined with makeup, that blinks with life.
Lady's affinity towards Amern: High. Her skills compliment his slowness and bulk, and, being his first captured elemental, he is loathe to have her damaged in any way.
Invocation: Amern brings the card out and kisses the back of it, before throwing it into the ground; after that, it takes another turn to gather the energy needed to release Lady, after which she may be released. She can be released up to 3 turns after the amount of energy needed has been estalished.

Lady's appearance: Lady appears as a hourglass-figured, soft Arctic Fox at five feet tall, and is coloured a light blue, almost transparent, giving the impression of ice. Instead of clothes, frost dapples her skin on her arms, chest and pelvis; her hair is coated in frost, and reaches down to her feet. She appears agile and graceful, a sharp contrast to Amern.
Lady's role: Lady is used to completely utilise the essence of winter as a violent beauty; she is able to use two offensive skills and one healing skill.

Offensive: Midwinter's kiss - Lady's primary attack; by kissing the opponenet, the area touched by her lips will numb and become stiff and lifeless for a maximum of three turns, after which it will regain feeling. This can be used three times in a single summoning.

Offensive: Snowstorm - Lady takes one turn to prep, after which, she is capable of freezing the air around her into small icicles. Depending on the amount created, this can take between one-two turns to perform. This small, pebble sized icicles can then be used to attack from a distance. Also, once made, the icicles attach to her body, to be used at a later time; those she can fire whilst moving.

Healing: Icetouch - This is primarily used as a non-battle ability; by touching the wounded area with a finger, can mimic the effects of cold on the body, slowing down pulse rate to lessen the bleeding. This is followed by freezing the air around the wound to seal it shut; though a temporary measure, it allows others to continue to move and fight until a true healer is found.


Nairn's card: Nairn's card is shaped like a shard of glass, jagged and filled with malice. In the centre of the card is the impression of an eye upon the surface, although there is no art.
Nairn's affinity with Amern: Low. Nairn detest Amern for capturing him, and, although bound to him, would quite happily see him die. As such, he is easily distracted when projecting this loathing onto opponents.
Nairn's invocation: Amern must shed his own blood upon the card to awaken Nairn, in which case the temperature will drop; after three turns, Nairn will materialise from behind Amern. If Amern is knocked unconscious before Nairn is released, Nairn will still be able to materialise, but will instead use Amern's body for three turns, before dissapating.

Nairn's appearance: Nairn has true body; he is a myraid of ice, snow and cold whirling in a tempest contained within a spherical area. The sphere is roughly the twice the size of Amern, and the snow and ice at it's centre seems to be mocking the shape of a curled up child.
Nairn's role: Nairn has three primary functions; Attack, surround, or defense. Each differs in method.

Attack: Nairn's tempest body sends out tendrils of sleet and snow affixed with jagged ice spikes in slashing and stabbing motions, up to a maximum of four at once. These arms take one turn each to generate, and have a range of two feet. They cause minor damage
Surround: Nairn throws a portion of himself towards the target, to surround them in freezing cold and drain the heat from their bodies. This takes three turns; one to gather, one to seperate, and one to surround.
Defense: Nairn can throw up an icicle shield around Amern, blocking attacks. This takes one full turn to prep, and is good to defend against one attack that is not too close to Amern's body. For example, grappling with Amern and kicking him in the testes would certainly not be able to be stopped, but a jumping kick would.

------Amern's Combat Abilities-------

Besides his bag of treats, Amern carries a one-handed warhammer at his waist; the hammer is large, and undecorated. He is capable of using it in a deadly manner despite being untrained merely by swinging it, given his bulk, and can augment it with the same spells he can use on his body.

Name: Noctis
Age: 22
Apparent Age: 20
Species: Human
Race: Forest dwellers, origins unknown.
Gender: Female
Height: 5'3"
Weight: 113 lbs.
Body Type: Petite.
Eyes: Green and big.
Hair: When unbraided, it's about waist length. Normall kept in a very tight french braid, held together at the end by a silver cuff that matches her wristbands and anklets. Spiral curls.
Skin/Fur/Feathers/Scales: Tan skin

Personality: Although she is very meek and shy, she is very pleasant, and not afraid to help where she can. Good listener.

History: Her exact origins are unknown, though she was told she came from the forests beneath a great mountain. She began her life as a slave at the age of 8, the servant of a warlord's wife, and she was given the name Noctis (or night), for her dark hair. Though the warlord was cruel, his wife was kind, and treated her with respect. The last thing she touched from her home village that she can remember was an acorn she had thrown at her friend, and before the lady died, she gifted her servant with a silver acorn pendant. The warlord eventually fell from power, and he fled with Noctis and others. When they came to what is now Priory Point, the former warlord was killed by bandits after attempting to establish himself as ruler of the town. Noctis felt indebted to the bandits, despite their mannerisms, and occasionally took food to them, where she met Eden and the others one day.

Attributes:
Strength:Low
Fortitude: Low
Speed: Medium
Agility: Medium
Intelligence: High
Wisdom: Medium

Abilities:

Natural:

Learned: Common English (well spoken), Reading/writing, cooking, music (singing), patience. Very wary, very sharp.


Supernatural: Enhanced hearing due to vision impairment

Inventory: Change of clothing, pendant in the shape of an acorn.

Items/Equipment: Just ordinary clothing, and the silver acorn pendant.

Notes: Website coming soon!

GENERAL
E-mail
[e-mail]
Alt Names
Clo, Kitty, Cat, Feline, Crazy-Cat-Lady.
Anything else
Character Sheet.
Website.
Human Picture.
Cat Picture.

BALANCING
Attributes
--Strength: Medium --Her body isn't horribly frail; and she has trained somewhat to fight with that dagger of hers, also tending to a garden in her past has helped with her strength as well!
--Fortitude: Low(+1) --Due to being a cook and having to taste possibly food poisoned foods!
--Speed: Medium --Since she's a cat she can run pretty fast in that form; but when a human and due to her new clothing (A dress!) she can't run that fast!~
--Agility: High --Cat-like reflexes. Will be very tense at the sight of a creepy character.
--Intelligence: High --She does know how to read, write, do basic math, and draw. Clover even has some recipies memorized in her mind! Along with the knowledge to cook, and even grow a garden!
--Wisdom: Low --Due to her family being killed by necromancers she doesn't take kindly to them, or any creepy character other than Shadow for that matter. Vikings are the same as well, necromancers and vikings are automatically counted as enemies in her view. If someone hurts her friends, or her they will be counted as an enemy and not the be trusted!

Strengths
--Natural: Ability to transform into Cat. Good hearing. Good scent tracker.
--Learned: Fishing, Hunting, Tending to a garden, Cooking, Baking, Simmering, Fighting, Mixing Herbs, Herbal Plants, Effects of Herbs, Recipes.
--Supernatural: None
--Items and Equipment: A small dagger with a gold hilt and brown blade. Money and a toy metal dragon. A dress bought with the money given to her by her boss. Includes the necklace, and shoes.

Weaknesses
Fear of Thunder, Untrustworthy of dark characters & Vikings, Stubborn.

Pic by Mouzly of dA. Links back to character's site.


General
Full Name
T'Blaceta J'Brayton Sa'Jaguar Am'Archindar
Aliases
Jag, Jaggy, Petal, Plant-Lady, Jaggy-poo, Wench, Green Chick, Lady Jaguar, Mistress, Pet, Kitten, Auntie Jag, Wench
Hair
Long enough these days to easily brush her rear, Jag's hair is a light blond with highlights that range to platinum.
Fur
Literally a black-furred jaguar, proper exposure to sunlight will reveal her to in fact be an infinitely dark brown, her pelt generously covered with thick black spots.
Eyes
Always a vibrant green, her eyes tend to change slightly according to her mood. Brightly acidic in anger, flecked with gold in times of good humor, and a deep emerald in thought.
Height
Somewhat below average, Jaggy is actually a bit on the shortish side. Think Oh... five and a half feet. Perhaps an inch or two shorter.
Weight
Seeing as her body build is more gymnastic than anything, Jag is somewhat unimpressive in weight. What weight she does command is based in lean muscle.
Species
Black Jaguar (Panther)
Race
Feline
Profession
Retired!

Body Mod
Thanks to an eccentric lifestyle, Jag's sporting a brand. Where and what is a matter of infuriating mystery and the subject of numerous bets.
Languages Spoken
Common, Drakorian, Wamplug (an orcish dialect)
Literacy and Education Level
Fully educated both in the conventional sense of being tutored in her youth and in the less conventional sense of having many times felt a trainer's whip. Specialties will be listed below.

Alignment
Chaotic Nuetral
Resistances
Built Immunity to Poisons (See Abilities), High Pain Tolerance
Weaknesses
Usual Mortal Weaknesses, Overactive maternal instinct, Natural submissive
Phobias
While possessed by many phobias, most have been reduced to mild or nothing thanks to the rather extreme therapy and intervention of friends. They may still crop up occasionally in rp, but which will rear up now and again will be randomly chosen. So listing the lot would be counterproductive.

Statistics
Fortitude - Medium
Reflex - High
Will - Low
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Strength - Low
Constitution - Medium
Dexterity - High
Agility - High
Intelligence - Medium
Wisdom - Low


Abilities
(Natural)
- Aim - Jag's aim with ranged weapons is exceptional, particularly with thrown knives. Ironically, this applies heavily to thrown weaponry whilst not at all to archery or firearms.
- Ambidexterity - She's not right-handed or left-handed! She'll fake it, but she's dextrous enough to switch out without any difficulty.
- Flexibility - Not only as a feline, but due to intense training in her youth, Jag is flexible to the point of contortionism.
- Herbalism - Due to time spent in the dubious shape and nature of a plant herself, Jag retained a good bit of information about a variety of plantlife. She's acquired a handy green thumb!
- Stealth - Both as a being derived from creature who's nature is to silently stalk prey and as a trained assassin, when she puts her mind to it Jag can be exceptionally quiet.
(Learned)
- Grappling Weapons - Because of her momentum-based proficiency regarding her aim, Jag has a hell of a knack with weapons that wrap or grapple an opponent. This includes such things as whips, bolas, or even weighted nets.
- Knife Fighting - Yes, knives. Jag specializes in knife-fighting.
- Other Lore - While they don't merit their own footnote, Jag has come across any number of tidbits of knowledge that range in subject from the worth and training of slaves to first aid and even some simplistic alchemy. All have been acquired through play, and will NOT be played as though they are any more than they are. Simply be aware that after so many years of play, Jag has acquired quite the colorful library of information.
- Poison Lore - As a trained assassin, Jag is exceedingly familiar with a vast array of poisoning methods. She is likewise able to collect and brew quite a few herself when necessary if the components to make them are available.
- Poison Resistance - Through self-innoculation, Jag is if not immune at least resistant to a goodly number of poisons. Near all act slowly upon her person, while the milder poisons may not work at all. This extends to alcohol.
- Rope Use - To say that Jag knows how to tie knots is a vast understatement. Her familiarity with ropes goes from what can be used in ship's rigging, to what can be used in the bedroom, to an exceptional knack for getting out of them.

Weapons
(Note- these are not all constantly worn. I'll try to make clear in her desc which she has with/on her.)
- Bullwhip - Exactly as it sounds, a long whip of thick braided leather. Usually considered more of a grappling weapon, it can be used either to entangle an opponent or leave severe welts and potentially internal damage due to it's weight.
- Razorwhip - Like it's leather-made kin, the whip is woven... but from cord and wire rather than hide. Sharp ends are either hooked or bladed and left protruding all down the length. Nasty thing. [Image Link]
- Metal Stave - Just that, a staff of metal. Made to withstand hardy abuse, nevermind normal wear and tear. I tiny catch a third of the length from either end betray the secondary nature of the weapon, sheathes in fact fitted to make the weapon appear seamless. One may be removed to bare a single long blade in the fashion of a pike or polearm. The second scabbard may release as well to bare a second blade upon the other end, creating a more exotic weapon.
- Fighting Knives - A paired set of lengthy blades for either hand. Sometimes joined by a third blade tucked into the back of her pants with a fitting for her tail. Recently replaced by a new pair with thanks to Archimedes, they rest within a likewise brand-spanking new set of scabbards upon a (yet again) new belt.
- Throwing Daggers - Small blades only so long as one of the panthress' agile fingers, only perhaps the last half-inch unsharpened. Meant for precision hits.
- Darts - Smaller than even her throwing daggers, these little suckers pack a punch. Normally poisoned, and thrown for lack of a blow-gun.
- Caltrops - Always carried in a bag of thick hide, these pointed nasties are for discouraging followers or interruptions. Like so.

Accessories
- Vial Necklace - A small vial on a cord about her throat, always carefully tucked into whatever she wears that passes for a shirt. Inside rests a black lozenge, a frozen portion of the sire of the Egregore. Will only thaw with ingestion.

Wardrobe
- Swashbuckler - A swashbuckler it seems, the jaguar's decided to more properly garb herself, stifling every inch of her hide with clothing but for her sweetly expressive face. Even her hair's pulled back into a tight french braid! Finely heeled riding boots confine her normally bare feet, matching gloves clasped about her dextrous fingers. In an attempt to entirely cover herself, she wears not only scandelously tight pants, but a pale poet's shirt and atop that a laced vest. Even the collar of her shirt's tied firmly shut with a thorough knot to conceal a thin band of leather 'round her throat, a brass-buckled belt used to carry her twin fighting knives.

- Casual - No longer quite so posessed by her paranoia- yon pretty panther-femme's abandoned her rediculously prim apparel in favor of comfort. Feet and fingers bare, she tromps about in trousers that've been cut short at the top of her calves- a soft pale-brown leather. Her overlarge poet's shirt of white is held against her limber torso by a vest of emerald green, embroidery of a hue that matches her pants stitched decoratively in. 'Pon her rear-length mane of gold lies her signature wide-brimmed hat, eyes glimmering emerald beneath. Either hip is weighed by a large fighting knife, as new as the belt they ride upon.

- Ribbons - (-T'Blaceta Ix'j'Spike Sa'Jaguar Sh'am'Pravus-) A simple panthress with the lithe and somewhat less than curvy build of a gymnast. Her mane was a golden halo that framed her admittedly noble features, eyes a bright and all but acidic green. Clothing looks like nothing so much as a mass of crimson ribbons, a small crystal dangling from a chain about her throat

- Fetish - Still dressed aplenty- the little panther was like to come across as something of a kink. Gloves and boots of matching red sheath her body in leather, cuffs turned at thighs and elbows. Straps of matching leather clasp her above and beneath the line of her bust, as well as about the hips. Cloth stretched between serves any need for modesty, the lot toned to both accent the fine band of her collar, and to compliment the emerald green of eyes. Rather than her usual knives she wears a pair of whips, one of braided leather and the other looking to be mand more of braided metal cords and wire.

- Winter - Clad to combat the winter's chill, the runty panthress has gone quite well in line with the season! Wrapped in mint she is, and frosted artistically about the lot with white lining. About her neck there lay a warm ruff of white rabbit's fur, this and a tight coat smothering her in warmth. Impressively long hair of platinum-blonde winds down over her shoulders and back in thick and shining shroud, further impression of a rich lifestyle given in the lush health of it. For once the little gymnast wears a skirt, heavy fabric lined as is the rest and falling atop a pair of tights. From beneath poke fur-lined boots, the lot capped off with a ludicrously overlong sock-hat tipped with a white pompom.

Appearance

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Name: Tsilah
Age: Unknown~ GASP. Tsilah lost track, actually. She was far to into studying that she never celebrated her birthday. In fact, she doesn't know her birthday, either!
Apparent Age: Looks to be in her late teens or early twenties.
Species: Human/white plume moth anthro
Race: ^^^
Gender: Female
Height: 4'10"
Weight: Small.
Body Type: Frail, slender curves.
Eyes: Red, no pupils.
Hair: White and very, very fluffy.
Skin/Fur/Feathers/Scales: No fur. Does possess wings and antennae like a white plume moth.

Personality: Polite! Tsilah believes in manners and will never step out of line, even in the most stressful of situations. A curse never leaves her mouth. She doesn't like to fight and has thus revolved her spells around protecting others and binding enemies and violent people down, as well as counter spelling other offensive spellcasters.

History: To be filled out. D:

Attributes-
Strength: Low
*Magical study all of her life has led Tsilah into being very physically weak.
Fortitude: Low
*She's frail with hollow bones and a life lived in solitude as a child under strict, magical teachings means she probably has a weaker immune system than others.
Speed: Medium
*Pretty average but in the air she's faster than most.
Agility: Medium
*Average.
Intelligence: High
*Obvious!
Wisdom: High
*This is pretty obvious for Tsilah!

Abilities-
Natural: Flight.

Learned: Abjuration magic. Can dip into other schools of magic so long as the spells are minor and do not require the training that a master would wield. She will never, ever cast an offensive spell.

Spell list-
Blowback - This spell can be prepped for several turns. The longer it's prepped the stronger the push back. Depending on the way she angles its release she can push an enemy up into the air or down into the ground. 2 preps and up.

Repel projectile - A two to three prep spell to repell projectiles like arrows or thrown chairs.

Barrier - A mass barrier to protect herself and those around her from harmful spells and weapons. It can be chanelled to sustain the barrier. This takes a good number of preps. 5 and up.

Anti-Teleport - Concentrating on a particular area Tsilah can create a space that someone can't teleport into. 3 preps for a small space like just beyond a door. The more preps the bigger the space.

Eye of truth - Opening her third eye Tsilah can see through darkness whether it's true darkness or magical darkness. If she needs to she can prep to see through illusions with her eye open. Preps depend on whether she knows she's seeing an illusion and the difficulty of seeing through it.

Constraining circle - A circle of force is placed around an offensive caster. When the caster attempts to begin casting the circle will suddenly contract in. Those willing to withstand the sudden binding and pain can still cast after that brief interruption if they cast through words and not hand gestures or focuses. Two preps to create the circle and it will remain until either used or expended by Tsilah so long as she keeps actively concentrating on it.

Protective aura - Like barrier this brings up a much smaller shield to protect herself and maybe another pressed in close against her. 3 preps. It can be channeled.

Bind body - 2 Preps are needed to bind a specific part of an enemies body. To bind a body completely Tsilah would need to go over 6 preps.

Cushion - After a few preps Tsilah can create a soft cushion that someone falling will land onto to protect them from damage.

Silence - After prepping for three turns Tsilah can place a binding over another caster's mouth to prevent verbal casting. It lasts for two rounds.

Suppress power level - Tsilah keeps it under 9000. (lol~ JK this one doesn't exist~)

***If more are to be added I will get the spells accepted.

Supernatural:
Illusion seeing eye - If prepped her third eye can see through illusions! Can naturally see through true darkness and magical darkness with it.

Strengths:
Smart, literate, flight, spell list (As shown above), defensive casting, small so she can easily squeeze into places a larger being might not be able to reach.

Weakness: Hollow bones, lack of strength, refuses to cast offensive spells, weaker immune system,

Inventory-
Items/Equipment:
Lantern and staff - The items she channels her protective spells through.

Cloak - It's enchanted to keep her cool in the heat. This means the underside is cold to the touch.

Notes: i55.tinypic.com/2yxrz9w.jpg - A WIP by me. i51.tinypic.com/acfes.jpg - Drawn by Actaeon Lucavi Morte

Name: Odina Durant
Age: Twenty-three
Apparent Age: Mid-twenties
Species: Human
Race: Normal human
Gender: Female
Height: 5'6"
Weight: Porportionate to someone of her height with an athletic build.
Body Type: Athletic.
Eyes: Light blue.
Hair: Dirty blonde, cut at an angle so the front reaches her chin while the back is cut shorter.
Skin/Fur/Feathers/Scales: Pale/fair skin.

Personality: Odina is a mute and talks through sign and body language. She's judgemental of most others and a strict, religious woman. She lives by certain morals that make her seem uninteresting or too rough of a personality to want to deal with on a daily basis. Odina does show moments of compassion and a lot of 'who she is' is hidden away beneath the thick layer she presents to everyone else.

History: To be filled out. D:

Attributes-
Strength: Medium
*Odina doens't depend on brute strength.
Fortitude: Medium
*She isn't frail but she isn't strong in this department, either.
Speed: Medium
*Average for a human
Agility: High
*Lots of training!
Intelligence: Medium
*Average
Wisdom: Low
*Odina possesses no ability to wield magic and is far too strict because of her upbringing that her judgement is skewed.

Abilities-
Natural: None!

Learned: Dagger fighting, fighting with a short sword, throwing knives like a pro, using the environment to her advantage,

Supernatural: None

Strengths: Quick, calculating, ruthless, weapon training, agile.

Weakness: She's a normal human. She isn't immortal, immune to diseases or sicknesses, able to be easily killed,

Inventory-
Items/Equipment:
Aria - A very typical short sword.

Melody - A glasswing butterfly that sits on a clip always worn in her hair. It remains unmoving.

Throwing knives - Nicknamed after the seven deadly sins.

Notes: i53.tinypic.com/2moy39w.jpg - Drawn by Actaeon Lucavi Morte i36.tinypic.com/orjd42.jpg - An old profile shot drawn by me.

Name: Anaximander Allic
Age: 29
Apparent Age: 29
Species: Human
Race: Human Mongrel
Gender: Male
Height: 5'4
Weight: 140-150ish
Body Type: Muscular, Lean build.
Eyes: White
Hair: Long, White, Untied
Skin: No Pigmentation.

Personality: Skipping.

History: Skipping

Attributes:
Strength: High - Anaximander is above average when it comes to strength.
Fortitude: Medium
Speed: Medium
Agility: Low - Anaximander is not capable of fine motor motions, and is not about to leap tall buildings in a single bound
Intelligence: Medium
Wisdom: Medium

Abilities:

Natural: He's Mortal.

Learned:
Combat - Sword, Dagger, Bow, Hand to Hand.
Social - Literate.
Specific - Extremely good night vision.

Supernatural: None.


Weakness:
He's Mortal.
Photophobia - His eyes are extremely sensitive to light, and it is possible to blind him when not wearing his blindfold.

Inventory:

Items/Equipment:


Two Longswords. The blades have been painted and treated to appear black.
Two Daggers. The blades have been painted and treated to appear black.
Clothing.
Wetstone.
Polishing Cloth.
Bedroll.
Extra cloth to cover his eyes, in varying state of transparency.

Name: Kivuli (Avatar name is Purrwhisper, however)
Age: 31 years
Apparent Age: 5 years in feral form, late twenties in furre form
Species: Feral
Race: Melanistic Leopard
Gender: Male
Height: 4' at the shoulder in feral form, 6'4" in furre form
Weight: 525 lbs in feral form, 265 in furre form
Body Type: Heavily built in both forms, but his size comes entirely from skeletal frame and muscle mass.
Eyes: Green
Hair: Typical leopard coat in feral form, in furre form he has hair that extends to below his shoulderblades. For the most part he lets it fall naturally save for a topknot/ponytail.
Skin/Fur/Feathers/Scales: Melanistic fur.

Personality: Better explained on his page, linked below

History: Likewise

Attributes: (Feral)/(Furre)
Strength: High / Medium. Leopards are pound-for-pound the strongest of the big cats and he's no exception. In furre form he is still a brick outhouse as a result of his feral heritage but doesn't use his brute strength often in his furre form, as it is a very specialized form.
Fortitude: Medium / Medium. Leopard blood clots in seconds, so he can easily withstand wounds that would cause others to die of blood loss. He is hardy to physical injury but not unusually so, and prefers to dodge an attack rather than soak it. Poison and disease do not affect him, but the reason for that is his druidic status rather than because his body is resistant to it.
Speed: High / Medium. His feline ancestry grants him a top sprint speed of roughly 45 MPH in feral form, though it's very hard to change directions going that fast. In furre form he isn't nearly so fast, being thoroughly average as furre run speed goes. Both forms display exceptional hand-eye coordination and lightning-fast reflexes.
Agility: High / Medium. In feral form he is poetry in motion; liquid grace. In furre form, a form he was not born to, he is graceful of step but he cannot do nearly the feats of feline agility that his natural feral form allows.
Intelligence: Low / Low. While his actual IQ is comparable to a normal furre, his feral mentality still pervades his thoughts and emotions. He is technically illiterate, as he cannot write and cannot truly read, and only feral languages and the common language are understood when spoken. He isn't dumb, and isn't a slow learner, he just has a very feral mindset and isn't much of a scholarly sort. More a do-er than a studier.
Wisdom: Low / High. As a feral, Kiv tends to run more off of instinct than careful consideration of the circmstances. Again, he isn't obtuse, oblivious, or weak-willed, he's just feral at heart. In furre form, his spellcasting abilities are superior and he is much more apt to take the whole situation into consideration before acting.

Abilities:

Natural: Claws, teeth, nightvision, sensitive ears, nose, and whiskers. Mundane.

Learned: Kivuli is a druid, and is possessed of the ability to manipulate the living world and cast healing and nature spells.

Supernatural: Kivuli can shapeshift between two different forms. In his natural form, he is an overlarge melanistic feral leopard. He can change forms to that of a typical panther furre at will. Shapeshifting mechanics are explained on the page linked below.


Weakness: Dark, entropic, or demonic based magic and effects have a VERY harsh effect on him.

Inventory:

Items/Equipment: He has a purple leather collar with a green-enameled silver charm in the shape of a leaf hanging from it in both forms. The item itself doesn't have any magical ability, but it serves as his focus for rituals and high-powered spells.

Notes: A more detailed explanation is available here: www.rprepository.com/c/KivPanther

General magical ability overview

- Healing Magic - In the form of heal over time spells primarily, but has the capability to do burst heals and cleansing spells as well. Burst heals and poison/disease cures require the usual casting time, but heal over time spells can be fired off quicker as their effects take multiple rounds to work (essentially accomplishing the same limiting factor). In effect, gambling alacrity of casting that the slower heal will still suffice. This category also includes combat-unfriendly rituals for more involved curse cures or major healing. Kivuli can only cast healing magic in furre form, and the source of this magic is nature rather than arcane or divine.

- Nature Magic - Takes varied forms, including: snaring roots, intense rays of sun/moonlight, insect swarms, faerie fire, wind blasts, weather events (high end), growing or regenerating plants, manipulation of once-living material (fabrics, wood, etc.). He can also travel great distances by windwalking or rootwalking. He has a hard time with spatial relationships on occasion, especially on mobile destinations, and he has been known to "miss" sometimes when trying to windwalk to an area he frequents. This category is also of nature origin and can only be used in furre form, with two exceptions. Faerie fire and cantrip-level magic, such as growing flowers or creating will o wisps, can be used in either form.

Name: Reik
Furcadian longname: T'Reik Ix'Ti'Dur Sa'Misukun Am'Thayel
Age: I think in his fourties by now?
Apparent Age: mid-twenties
Species: Furre
Race: Lion
Gender: Male
Height:6'2"
Weight: 65kg
Body Type: Slim and lanky, yet toned with the body of a working man.
Eyes:Blue
Hair: Wavy and crimson
Skin/Fur/Feathers/Scales: Blonde fur

Personality:
Calm, calculating and cunning if he wants to be, but hardly ever does. He is usually kind, sometimes even sweet. But all this is usually hidden under a rather bratty bravado. So will most of the time appear bratty, arrogant and obnoxious. Though kind.

History:
Long as fuck, will write later or something.

Attributes:
Strength: Average - He's not a lifter, but he's not weak, either. The only thing he really has going for him is endurance. He can hold out for a long time. He practices to keep himself in shape, but by no means builds.

Fortitude: Low - Breakable and it's easy to send him flying or crush him.

Speed: High - Reik is insanely fast. He has fast reflexes. Capable of leaning aside to avoid an arrow barely in time. And his swordsmanship with the rapier is lightning-fast. This is also why Reik, in a fight, chooses dodging over blocking.

Agility: Average - He's not a trained acrobat or a contortionist. But he's not a streetwalker either. He's capable of doing some of the neccesairy climbing or vaulting.

Intelligence: Average - He's not some all knowing scholar or wizard. But he can read and write and when he doesn't know something he's clever enough to go to the library.

Wisdom: Average - He's no sage, but he has his fair share of life experience resting on his shoulders.

Abilities:

Natural:


He posesses a few natural weapons such as

His horns
His claws
His Carnivorous teeth
His brains
His blood (more on this later)

Reik pretty much has Adonis DNA, he does not build up much fat. Instead, any generated fat is quickly used up by his body due to high Metabolism. Because of this, he will usually keep a slim and rather handsome figure!



Learned:


Fencing. This makes Reik quick, accurate and skilled with Epees, rapiers, sabres, One handed swords, Hand-and-a-half swords and daggers.
Throwing weapons. Reik practiced with throwing knives, but quickly afterwards used on to darts which were easier to throw accurately.
Anatomy. Reik's probably most dangerous combat skill. He is not a physician, but he knows where a lot of important muscles and tendons are. And which to destroy to incapacitate parts of the enemy.
Stalking and Camouphlage. Reik does not just walk soundlessly, he practically posesses the ability of practical invisibility. He knows what attracts attention and what does not. How to blend in or not to blend in in many environments.
Lock-picking
Venom milking. Reik knows how to milk venoms from a small selection of poisonous creatures.
Making Rogue's components. Reik is capable of making various tools and mixtures. Such as blinding powder, pastes to mix poisons in, lock picks, hidden pockets, and so forth.
Etiquette. Though chooses not to show he knows this.
Reading, writing, and a small bit of calculus
Languages

Dutch
Alemanisch
Espallian
Frankish
English



Supernatural:


Reik's blood, which is acidic, allows him a few advantages.

He is resistant, but not immune to, natural poisons and diseases, the agressive blood quickly attacking the enemy and breaking it down. This does not mean he is immune to them, they will have effect, but reduced.
His blood will form thick, brown crusts a lot quicker, and on bigger cuts than normal blood does. So his body stops bigger bleedings faster.
His blood is, once more, acidic. When he gets cut, the acidic nature can eat away at the weapon he was cut with, possibly incapacitating it. This same way he can also use it agressively against enemies when used creatively.




Weakness:


Reik's blood also gives him a few weaknesses

Because his blood is corrosive, metal can also corrode into his blood. This can make him very sick with for example, Iron poisoning. Which nearly killed him after his escape on his way to the keep, rather than his injuries themselves, because of bloody diarrhea and vomiting, abdominal pain, dehydration and lethargy. If too much metal gets in someone's blood, shock and death may occur.
Because of this Reik is insanely weak against archers. If an arrow penetrates his body he immediately has to remove it or risks death by iron poisoning, or any other metal cast into the arrowhead. If he is assaulted with arrows quick enough, the only thing he's able to do during the entire fight is pull out arrow after arrow.
Reik is allergic to holy measures and magic. This is why he cannot get healed by holy means, either, it's excruciatingly painfull.

Reik is not padded. He does not have too much muscle or fat padding his torso, which makes it easier to apply blunt force or snake a weapon between his ribs.
Reik is obnoxious and rash most of the time. It is very difficult to take him seriously. His anger is a source of laughter to most. This makes it difficult for Reik to relay his opinion to people, because hey, he's a bratty idiot anyway. Who gives a shit? This big mouth also makes him say things he will regret, later.
Reik is very susceptible to magic, because really, he has no defence against it. Except for, ofcourse, beating the shit out of the mage before he can finish his spell. But it's hardly ever that easy.
Reik has no crafting skills but some basic sewing and cutting fabric or leather into shapes. If Reik breaks anything, he's going to have to rely on others to get it fixed.



Inventory:
Reik has a lot of bullshit, but usually, he doesn't carry all this on him, instead, he usually carries:


His clothing (herp)
A backpack, filled survival gear, maintainance tools, and a few spare weapons. He does not wear this oftenly. Mostly takes it along with him when he's on a long journey. He oftenly leaves all this stuff at home.
A grosses messer
A langes messer
A rapier sword
Two jagged daggers, which he named Kari and Geri.
A pouch on his buttock, filled with Rogue's tools, including

Lock-picking tools
Byzantine fire
Temporary blinding agent
Permanent blinding agent
Fly agaric paste
Puffadder venom
Scorpionfish venom
treebark paste

A total of 20 throwing darts in various sizes.
Six throwing daggers
A flask of whisky
A small wooden sculpture of a raven, worn around his neck by a chain.



Items/Equipment:
Reik only has two items that allow him to do something unnatural, which are two clasps that allow the wearers to communicate with eachother when tapped. Given to him when he worked under a mercenary clan.

Notes:
I am working on a website that has more fluff about Reik. Like a detailed backstory and art. In respect to the first: I'm still working out historical anomalies.

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Basics
Full name: Lady Tarandelith d'Antarae, Aqueous Adeptus, Duchess of Jaguar, Queen of the Isles of Wyvern neé Cataract Antaraevna
Parents: Waterfall and Antarae Dimitrov
Aliases: Tara, Blue, Milady, Her Grace, saucy wench, [insert expletive here]
Hair: Deep navy curls that reach perhaps halfway down her back
Fur: Pure white
Markings: Dark tufts on the tip of tail and ears and a wavelike marking over her left brow
Eyes: Varying shades of blue, depending on her mood, glowing during serious casting
Height: 5'2''
Weight: 112lbs
Race: Feline
Species: Siberian lynx/naiad crossbreed
Alignment: Neutralish Good
Profession: Cook, Entertainer, Merchant. She has seven ships under her indirect control; three airships, three light frigates and a xebec. Each of the ships runs independently, with some direction given regarding what she views as good trade opportunities, captain and crew taking a percentage of the profits while she takes the lion's share, as the owner of the company and the ships themselves.

Attributes [in accordance with use in combat]
Strength: Low
Fortitude: Low
Speed: Medium
Agility: Medium
Intelligence: High
Wisdom: High

Resistances: Magical influences, direct mental attacks
Weaknesses: Poisons and drugs, to include alcohol if she can ever be convinced to touch it.
Phobias: Immobility, abandonment, drug dependance

Weapons:
Miniature crossbow with poisoned bolts: Though classically the choice weapon of a rogue, the crossbow was chosen as insurance against a multitude of possible issues a caster might face. Compact enough to hide neatly away in all but the snuggest of outfits, it serves both as a single-shot defense mechanism [it's carried loaded with a sleep dart, usually], and in the most extreme cases, as an easily reloadable weapon for someone who hasn't the upper body strength to go pulling back a full sized bow any great number of times and still needs to be able to take things down that are larger than she is. She usually has at least ten darts secreted away somewhere, the count of each type predetermined for the day.[Usually 6 sleep, 3 paralysis, 1 death]
Sleep: dark-elven sleep poison
Paralysis: combination of cone snail poison and enchantment
Death: concentrated form of tetrodotoxin from puffer fish

Other weaponry varies in accordance with whim, usually at least one small knife hidden away, occasionally more than one blade of varying sizes, though never larger than a hunting knife as she is not a sword wielder by any means. On very rare occasions she might be spotted with a whip or flail hooked on her belt, but the purpose of those is generally decoration as while she is capable of using both without hurting herself, there's no real proficiency.

Items
Collar- Though a relic of a time she far prefers to otherwise forget, the band of sapphire with its pearl-centered star which holds her soul is something of a permanent fixture for the lynx... for obvious reasons. The piece is by no means unbreakable, but it is quite sturdy, and has already weathered a great deal, and the enchantments on it have kept her from the Great Beyond several times now.

Crystal Pendant- This simple faceted crystal teardrop and its plain silver chain are unimpressive, but the piece is... rather important. Worn as an amulet against potential disaster, the necklace has been enchanted to counteract the unnatural draw of her singing voice until the skill can be better controlled.

Abilities: Natural
Water affinity- Well it's what you get for having a fae mother. This encompasses the ability to breathe water, a certain edge in dealings with aqueous creatures which are compelled to at the least, consider her more one of them if not actually thinking more fondly of her, and an enhancement effect. In short, when soaking wet, she is calmer, stronger and in some cases, more appealing though that's arguably just because her clothing starts clinging in interesting ways.

Natural/Refined
Elemental magic: From the water affinity comes a magical talent, primarily meant for the creation and manipulation of water in all three of its natural states and the water content of other substances with a higher percentage of H2O than other things .This does include most bodies, but the manipulation of water that is 'impure' to such a degree as blood requires more concentration and more power and is commensurately exhausting.

Voice of the Siren: Another legacy of her mother's, the haunting draw of her voice occasionally takes on an arcane aspect and can compel those within hearing range to come closer and stand unable to do more than listen, or follow her should she move away, entirely without regard for personal health and safety. As of yet the talent is involuntary, cropping up on rare occasions and never on purpose. With effort it can ultimately be refined into a controllable tool and the skill can be used to target specific people and ultimately compel obedience. This will require years of study, however, and an urge to bother doing so.

Learned
Dancing, Singing [normally] and Cooking/Baking
Fluency in: Russian, Arabic, Common, Taigorrian, French, Aquan [including Mer variant], Wyrmmish, Drow, Drowsign [semifluent], Elvish
And of course, she makes a mean cup of tea.

Appearance: The elementalist is a delicate lynxish female, though the feline breed shows only in the tufts of darker fur on large ears and tailtip and the characteristic ruff at her jawline. Beyond that there's little similarity, with fur the color of fresh snow and a tumbling waterfall of deep blue curls pouring down around her shoulders and falling into eyes of a cerulean hue, entirely different from the spotted sand and tan pelts of other lynxes. Even her tail is wrong; though appropriately tipped, its length is entirely inappropriate for the usual bob-tailed species. Through a combination of recent luck and very effective past healing (and resurrection) she has escaped almost all scarring, those yet present small enough to be lost beneath her thin, silky pelt. Her only real adornment, most days, is a thin band of solid smooth-cut sapphire ringing her throat bearing a silver eighteen-pointed star with a large pearl set at the center. Her clichédly hourglass figure is generally clad in a wide variety of outfits ranging from scandalous to elegantly conservative, though of late, sensible clothing has replaced decorative.

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Name: Zhang Shengokai
Age: who knows? Old.
Apparent Age: late twenties, early thirties
Species: Kitsune
Race: Fox
Gender: Male
Height: six foot, five inches
Weight: 210 lbs
Body Type: lean muscled
Eyes: orange with golden flecks
Hair: bright orange
Skin/Fur/Feathers/Scales: tawny fur

Personality: Shengo is most often jovial, amused, or mischievous, though this tends to mask an agile mind honed on the wisdom of eastern sages and a long life.

History: Shengo's earliest recorded history is in the village of Kawatoshi where he was reported to be either a feline samurai or a fox samurai of unremarkable birth. Adept with sword, bow and brush, Shengo was quickly incorporated into the Kofuhara household and served them loyally as a samurai through three generations of Kofuhara daimyo.

It was during this time in Kawatoshi that Shengo would take Zhang Meiran to wife and she would bear him three children. Addtionally, Shengo would become mentor and sensei to three generations of the Mori clan, beginning with Kikai, his sons, and his "shadow." Also during this time Shengo would encounter one Hilda Drakhan whom he would occasionally mentor until she departed the east.

Despite his faithful service to the Kofuhara Daimyo, the relationship would not remain amicable for long. With the retirement of the Lady Etsuko and the assumption of power by her husband Draconise Darkama and his son by Etsuko, Ryuujin, the government of Kawatoshi would begin to shift in a direction that ran counter to the wishes of Etsuko. Holding the Lady's word as primary, Shengo would begin a conflict that would culminate in his departure from Kawatoshi and the destabilization of the Kofuhara Daimyo.

Upon the end of the conflict, Shengo spent years wandering the world, visiting the arid middle-east, the middle country, and the west where he would study the elements, seeking to perfect his chosen flame. It was during this travel that he would journey to the Isles of Malfeasance, Eileadora, and Wyvern's Cove.

During the tenth year of his self imposed exile, a letter was delivered to him from the former kawatoshi, prompting his return to his homeland. Discovering the reassumption of power by the Kofuhara Daimyo, as bolstered by Draconise Darkama and the awakening of Ryuujin Kofuhara's draconic powers, Shengo once again took up his sword against the Kofuhara family, besting their warriors, and eventually defeating both Ryuujin and Draconise Darkama in single combat. However, Kawatoshi was not his to rule, nor did he have any desire towards its throne.

Five years after his liberation of Heiwatoshi, Shengo buried his wife amongst the honored dead of the Zhang clan and departed from taigorria and returned to Kasuria where he would once more wander the lands, learning as he went. Once more finding himself in Wyvern's Cove, Shengo would strike up a pleasant relationship with the proprietresses, importing goods from his homeland, as well as coming to their aid when necessary. Eventually, though, the time would come for Shengo to enter a state of rest, as per his relationship with the natural order. Choosing an unoccupied, inactive volcano, Shengo would rest.

When he awoke again, the world would be entirely different.

Attributes:

Strength: high - Shengo has been a warrior for most of his life and knows best how to use his muscles to their fullest advantage. Aside from that, a healthy body allows him to best channel and control his ki and use it to manipulate his flame.

Fortitude: high - Shengo is built like a brick shithouse and keeps himself in top physical shape. That aside, his body is the focus for his ki, and as such it allows him to push himself beyond what might be considered to be mortal limitations. That, and he's a kitsune.

Speed: medium - Shengo's has very good hand eye coordination, by virtue of his lifelong pursuit of the way of the warrior. That being said, he's not vampire fast, but he does have an edge on most attackers and will augment his speed with martial technique.

Agility: medium - Shengo's agility isn't based on how fast he can run, but upon his ability to position himself properly: footwork, stance, and body movement all contribute to how fast shengo can move. That being said, having nine tails and almost six feet of muscle, he's not going to move as fast as most felines.

Intelligence: medium - Samurai were supposed to be knowledgeable about philosophy, aesthetics and martial disciplines. This knowledge was augmented by Shengo's personal exile, as libraries were among the favored places to find the kitsune.

Wisdom: low - Shengo's magical knowledge is limited to east-asian metaphysics: he understands magic as perturbations in natural flow of energy, and can effect those perturbations in limited ways, but he does not understand the mindset that produced traditional western magic and thus does not use it.

Further, the eastern magic he does know is limited in scope: his focus is primarily upon fire manipulation (and creation) and ki focusing (including healing), though he can manipulate lightning as the purest form of flame.

Abilities:

Natural:
Nine tails: Shengo can use his nine tails like extra appendages. Unarmored, they act more like prehensile grasping appendages and are good for grabbing, entangling and striking. Armored, they lose their ability to grasp objects as the armor limits their range of motion, but they retain their ability to bludgeon and strike opponents. Their reach is almost double Shengo's own arm length.

Learned:
Budo: Shengo's way of the warrior incorporates empty hand techniques as well as a diverse sword style. His empty hand style blends aspects of karate and aiki-jutsu; his sword style blends battou-jutsu, nito-ken, and traditional kenjutsu styles to create a comprehensive martial style.

Zanshin, Mushin: more mental states than anything else, these allow Shengokai to focus upon his surroundings and respond fluidly as though from reflex rather than premeditation. Additionally, these mental states allow Shengo to feel perturbations in the natural order or, simply put, magic.

Supernatural:
Fire ki: As a kitsune, and a kami in his own right, Shengo is closest associated with fire related ki, or tama, and thus manipulates it as naturally as breathing. This does not mean he is an elemental, that is one born of fire, merely that he has come to understand the natural processes that underlay the creation of fire.

Lightning ki: the purest form of fire ki, the manipulation and creation of lightning represents absolute mastery of the natural processes that give rise to fire in all its forms. That being said, Shengo cannot influence the weather or create storms, he can only generate and project lightning.

Illusions and Shapeshifting: Kitsune are innate illusion crafters, for them, their illusions are reality or a sort and their dissolution is a traumatic event. To this end, a kitsune's illusion is no mere trick of the light, it is a warping of reality in such a away as to project an illusion. Thus, when using this ability to shapeshift, the form the kitsune takes is essentially real and subject to all of the weaknesses of that form.

Kitsune Realm: a "pocket dimension" of some sort that literally represents the kitsune's life. Shengo's takes the form of an ornate japanese castle complete with dojo, forge, and places for him to practice artistry. Time itself passes differently within a kitsune realm.

Weakness:
Hoshi Dama: legend states that the hoshi dama contains a portion of the kitsune's soul. This isn't exactly true, however, the hoshi dama is a storehouse of the kitsune's power: a person with magical skill could command him if they had possession of it.

Warding and binding spells: Should one encounter Shengokai in his kami form, traditional means of commanding natural spirits are frighteningly effective on him. Even in his mortal form, bindings and barriers are a threat to Shengo: he is more vulnerable to a spell that denies access to the supernatural than would be a more mundane person, as the majority of his power is predicated on a connection to the natural. Further, sufficient invocations may drive him from an area.

Mortality: most kitsune, when wandering the world, assume a mortal form. There are various macabre theories on how the form is created and assumed, but the form is essentially a container for the kitsune's kami nature, and can be damaged through a variety of mundane means: swords, knifes, poisons, etc.

Limitedly focused supernatural abilities: Kitsune can generate foxfire and, occaisionally, lightning. Shengo has spent the majority of his life perfecting the usage of and manipulation of fire and it's purest form, lightning. Further, he has spent the majority of his time developing his ki in a variety of ways. That is to say that while Shengo's knowledge and applicable skill in these areas is vast, it comes at the cost of knowing only the rudiments, or having no knowledge, of other magical disciplines.

Tails: As appendages, Shengo's tails are limited. Physically, they share a structure akin to a boa constrictor, and as such, they cannot form all but the most rudimentary fists: they are more adept at slapping, smashing, and constricting attacks. Given this, in order for Shengo to generate excessive force (more than a usual empty hand strike) he must activate other muscles including his hips and legs.

The tails themselves are vulnerable to slashing, striking and grappling and will react accordingly. Further, they lack the strength necessary to lift a full bodied person from the ground without the assistance of multiple tails. To gain any significant lifting force, Shengo must use his legs and multiple tails to force a target from the ground.

Further, despite their flexible, prehensile nature, the tails cannot perform fine movements: he cannot wield a sword with his tails, nor can he perform delicate actions. He can, however, perform smashing, sweeping, tangling, and grappling motions as these are gross motions and do not require fine motor control. As an addendum to this, Shengo, at best, can control up to three other tails for complex motions while performing other tasks: to use all of his tails for a single complex task requires him to focus on his tails.

Inventory:

Items/Equipment:
Meiran: Shengokai's airship, named for his wife. Currently anchored somewhere.
Hi no Momiji: Shengokai's three swords. The first is an oudachi of four and a half feet, the second is a katana of three and a half feet, and the third his his two foot wakizashi. The weapons are attuned to Shen himself and allow him to focus his ki through the blades.
Kunai, Shuriken, Caltrops: exactly as they say.
Samurai Armor: Shengo's armor is mostly for his lower half, tails included. It has an alternate description.

Notes: A lot of players have distorted kitsune into some kind of elemental overpowered god race based on anime representations of kitsune. This pisses me off as, as powerful as the legends depict kitsune, they can be killed by something as simple as an arrow.

Shengo, on the other hand, it based on traditional japanese mythology which has, at it's basis, the understanding that all things are mortal, including the kami. Ultimately, Shengokai can be killed just as easily as other characters and I've tried to make a fair representation of kitsune as if they were a balanced character race.

Name: Ees Khalid
Age: It's complicated
Apparent Age: Late Teens
Species: Human - Other realm
Race: Kazdaci [Land in Home Realm]
Gender: Male
Height: 5'8''
Weight: 130lbs
Body Type: Thin, average.
Eyes: Bluish Green
Hair: Black
Skin/Fur/Feathers/Scales: Skin

Personality: [Find out in rp!]

History: [Gonna just skip this.]

Attributes:
Strength: Normal - Ees is of average strength, lifting what would be normal for someone his size and all.
Fortitude: Low - Ees is a skinny guy, he's of average strength and all, but he bruises pretty easy, perhaps too easy. He does not get sick to this realms illnesses, but it's possible that he can be poisoned, as he has a very low tolerance for such things and is easier to have them effect him
Speed: High - Ees has been running from things for a very long time, while dressed heavily, so long that he has honed his ability to run so that it's slighter faster than that of a normal person.
Agility: High - Ees is quick on his feet as mentioned above. It does not take much for him to scale up a tree and remain up there or jump over a fence if he has to. It does not take much to think about for him. He just does it and suddenly it's done and he's doing things he can't even imagine.
Intelligence: Normal - Pretty average man.
Wisdom: Normal - Ees is a little wise, but no more than what should be expected of someone like him

Abilities:

Natural: Affinity for Music. Horrible Misfortune. Healing [explained more in supernatural]

Learned: Throat Singing, other sorts of singing, Various play styles with his Lute [currently not with him]. Repair methods for said instrument and proper care of his instrument.

Supernatural: Ees is considered 'cursed'. For some reason he is unable to exactly die, and simply exists on the border of the living and the spiritual. He is very much alive, but technically is not of the living. It is possible to kill him in something much like an explosion as that destroys everything about him, beheading or burning him. With this, He doesn't age and he has an odd way of healing. Wounds that should be considered deadly, over time will seal, but it's a very slow process. The wounds should heal and leave no scar as long as they heal 'naturally' if they are tampered with by cauterizing then they will leave scars, as if they are tampered with by surgery as well. If things are removed, fingers, eyes, tongue, ear. It will take a very long time for them to return. His body 'resets' it's self to what it used to be, but it's a very long process. This is done by rolls on how long it will take for the wounds to heal and for things to reset. In no way is Ees invincible. He can die, just not as a normal human would.


Weakness: Ees is not susceptible to illnesses of this realm, but can suffer from mortality of wounds [given that they do not heal or are sure to kill him]/vampirism/lycanthropy, poisons, and magic.

Inventory:

Items/Equipment: Various scarves and cloths - He carries with him various scarves used for different occasions. Same for the cloths. There is nothing really too special about them.

Wooden satchel - Holds a carving knife, strings for his instrument and various objects used to repair said instrument, also finger attached picks, looking similar to claws, they are black in color.

Bag - Thick cloth satchel that holds various items that are not worth mentioning, mostly things from his travels and fruits or bread.

Notes: www.rprepository.com/c/ees Info and pictures!

God I hope this is done right.

Name: Allora.
Age: Four.
Apparent age: Four, perhaps five. xD
Species: Mermaid.
Race: Siren.
Gender: Female.
Height and weight: Umm, I honestly have no idea. Which sounds silly, but I just couldn't decide on weight and height for a girl her age.
Body Type: Short 'an chubby. x3;
Eyes: Bright gold, can be mistaken for yellow.
Hair: Light blonde, soft. Shoulder length, the tips curl.
Skin/Fur/Feathers/Scales: A normal, creamy tone. Slightly more pale than average due to long periods in the water. Her scales are a pale green.

Personality: Very shy, often keeping to herself. She loves company, but she doesn't have the confidence to start conversations in general. She's also very mature for her age.

History: She hatched on the Ocean floor by herself. She does not know what happened to her Colony. She left at the age of three to better herself, and has been travelling from city to city since then.

Attributes:
Strength: Definitely below average. xD
Fortitude: Very low.
Speed: Not very fast. In the water, very. But on her legs, no. It might get better with practise.
Agility: Same thing. In the water, she moves very fast with ease. But not on her legs, she's pretty unbalanced. But this looks normal seeing as a lot of Human toddlers walk and run this way.
Skill: Average, so far.
Magic: Good, but not for a Siren. She's been neglected an adult to teach her so far.

Abilities:

Natural: She is born with the ability to Enchant when she matures physically, which is at the age of 16 roughly. And the ability to have Human legs for a couple of hours at a time.

-- The Enchantment only works as a luring skill. A very, very mild form of hypnotizing. With of course the consent rule ect, all the details are on Allora's website which is linked in her desc. Or you can just whisper me if that would be easier. :3

Her tears also posess strong healing properties like all Mermaids, but take a few days to heal a wound completely if it is a serious injury.

Learned: She has learned to make shelter using whatever materials in rather useful ways. For example, she started to sew.

Supernatural: Umm, I think everything is under natural abilities. I wasn't too sure how to split them up. xD

Weakness: The sun. Being kept from a source of water for longer than she can stand will make her weaker and weaker, and eventually lead to death. But this takes a good day to actually lead to the character's death. If any source of liquid containing the slightest bit of water touches her skin in her Human form, she'll immedietly shift back into her real form.

Inventory: Nothing.

www.rprepository.com/site.php?char=9672&page=20736 <--- Anything I haven't explained in depth should be here. But if there's anything at all that you need to know that I may have left out, just whisper me.


General

Name: Wulfric Eoforwícceaster Ahebbandóc
Age: Unknown, twenties
Species: Canis Lupus
Gender: Male
Height: 1.8 m
Weight: 78 kg
Body Type: Average, broad-shouldered
Eyes: Green
Hair: Auburn
Fur: Grey

Personality:
Generally kind but very outspoken. He prefers to keep a casual atmosphere and can be most accurately described as cavalier and carefree. Needless to say, he does poorly when needing to be taken seriously. Shyness is one of his unfortunate and occasional flaws, however he makes efforts at concealing it by acting boisterous and obnoxious - this often takes quite a toll on his relationships.

History:

The son of Ahebban of the Orkneyjar has a history that begins much like that of his kin; the intrusion of foreign faiths by men with books and swords against his xenophobic society begat years of bloodshed in his youth. Eventually, the foreigners left, though not without leaving them to bury many of the men in his community. This included a brother. Naturally, this led to urge him into belief that proselytizers of any kind deserved death. His father, left crippled by this and too many years of violence and heavy drinking, was of little use outside of teaching him the most basic methods of self defense. He died before he reached manhood, although his was common. Many boys his age were lucky to have fathers through their formative years.

The boy shed his ignorance and naivety and grew into a man, the burden of responsibility soon replaced it. He quickly found work among the saltiest of fellows imaginable, whose lives are spent almost entirely at sea. Whether for fish, for glory, or for gold, the young man and his sea bleached compatriots spent a few years traveling between the isles he called home and southern climes for trade and triumph. This lifestyle, however lustrous and profitable, was far from permanent.

His careless frittering of both coin and care enabled him all the greater to addiction of many kinds. Alcohol from local ports and strange plants with psychoactive properties soon replaced his acquaintances. This otherwise quick descent into madness was placated only by his other vices. His short career as a burglar was exacted revenge upon by former shipmates. A narrow escape from death by ritual slaughter caused an awakening - albeit far too late to force any significant changes in the brute. Since then, he's lived life on the run. From what that is should be very apparent to the reader.



(WIP. Will fill in when creativity calls for it.)

Attributes

Strength - Medium
Fortitude - High
Speed - Medium
Agility - Low
Intelligence - Medium
Wisdom - Medium



Abilities


Natural:
Tolerance – Years of substance abuse on many levels has given him an amazing potency to alcohol and both medicinal and recreational drugs. While his tolerance allows for excessive use, it may prove detrimental to healing processes, should the need arise to use such things.

Learned:
Seamanship - Significant periods of time spent at sea force neophytes to either learn the trade of the mariner or earning the ire of those who pull the weight. Marlinspike, basic maintenance, sail tending, and navigation are all aspects covered by his experience in striking in on a ship's crew.

Grappling - Though never formally schooled, his experiences roughhousing and brawling in less than legal areas have allowed him to hold his own even against those with actual training. He is by no means an expert or master of any martial art, though he learns best by the beatings he's taken.

Supernatural:
None... yet?

Weaknesses:
Dependence - Unsurprisingly, drugs that have a tendency to alter both mind and body also have the affect of unnecessarily compelling him to believe that he 'needs' more. And though he's never been the sort to crawl inside a bottle for indefinite periods of time, he will often be found in some chemically – induced state of grace.

Phobias:
The Undead – Pretty straightforward. His complete lack of understanding of why or even how creatures can live after death has led him to both fear and destroy when possible all those that walk, but do not breathe.

The Depths – A life at sea is a Hell many can consider themselves lucky to avoid. The culture, superstition, and hardships that come with it have all taken a significant toll on his psyche. It is not necessarily the ocean or being shipboard that scares him, but the possibility of being swallowed by the abyss which is the root of many issues; lack of sleep, nightmares, abusive and self destructive activity, and obsessive compulsive behaviors are among the many issues that now rule his life.


Inventory


Equipment:
– Conical Helm – Round, steel helmet with noseguard that protects from direct blows to the top of the head, but little else. Likely stolen and rarely worn.
– Seax – An indigenous, single edged blade that can be defined as either a large knife or short sword. The hilt and blade are decorated with runic inscription and stylized animals including wolves, boars, and wyrms. Its leather sheath, artwork matching the weapon, is bound together with gilt nails.
– Boarding Ax – A simple hatchet meant more for cutting line and grappling than all else, but makes an excellent weapon when thrown for short distances. Both sides of the blade have had stylized faces of animals such as dogs or boars carved into them, albeit quite crudely and without proper tools.
– 'Loot' – An ever – changing combination of (mostly stolen) valuables, ranging from jewelry and gaudy relics to more mundane odds and ends. He usually wears a silver bangle on his wrist, but carries no sentiment toward that or the other pieces he carries. They all, for better or for worse, serve as nothing more than currency to him.

Special Items:
– Valknut Talisman – A leather thong with a silver amulet fastened to it. The object itself is three interlocked triangles. Its powers are unknown to the wearer, however he does suspect some magical properties. The runes inscribed, although almost indecipherable from countless years of wear, indicate providing hardiness of internal organs. Roughly translated, the runes read Heart of Jötunn Hrungnir.


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Name: Erilyn Kendrix

Age: Around 100

Apparent Age: Early 20's

Species: Humanoid

Race: Dark elf

Gender: Female

Height: 6"0

Weight: 140?

Body Type: Athletic

Eyes: Silver

Hair: White

Skin: Close to black

Personality: Indifferent, sarcastic

History: Erilyn started out as Erel'ynrae Kenrahel, a daughter of the Matron of the Third House in their city. She was seen as a heretic because of her views on gender, Lolth and surface elves but managed to be seen as useful by her mother because of her efficiency with the fighting units. When it was eventually determined that she needed to be killed, Erilyn managed to flee. Up on the surface, she changed her name to something more simple and partnered with a half-drow named Larkin that she has been with for a long time now. [Very abridged version.]

Attributes:

Strength: Medium.

Fortitude: Low. Elves don't have a strong constitution, right?

Speed: Medium

Agility: High.

Skill (Intelligence): High

Magic (Wisdom): Medium

Abilities:

Natural: She is very at home underground, her sense of direction, depth and inclination is excellent. Her hearing is twice as good as a humans, and she also has a very good sense of touch and acute eyesight.

Learned: Erilyn has devoted herself to learning arcane magic in recent times, when she never had much interest in it before. She can perform several different spells, including Sleep, Magic Missle, Feather Fall, Spider Climb, Message, and Comprehend Languages. Erilyn has also been perfecting her thievery since she came up on the surface.

Supernatural: Infravision. Casting darkness, faerie fire, faerie lights. Resistant to magic but not immune. Can also Identify, Detect and Read Magic.


Weakness: Light, especially from the sun. She is rarely ever seen out in the day, and when she is the weather is not sunny. Light spells disrupt her vision and affect her performance. She also has a poor sense of smell. When using Infravision, she cannot see fine details like words without some dim source of light.

Inventory: A shortsword and longsword, a few daggers, along with a longbow and 20 arrows. Leather armor in a vest over her torso, greaves on lower body, gauntlets that are a mix of leather and metal, and boots that have metal concealed in the leather at the heel and toe. Pack and cloak hold poisons, skeleton keys, spare changes of clothes, a few days worth of rations, 80 gold pieces, bedroll, blanket, belt, whetstone, candles, chalk, pen and ink, parchment, spellbook.

Items/Equipment: Vials or little jars containing bitumen, live spiders and crickets, short pieces of copper wire, and pouches of fine sand, soot and salt.

Notes: www.wix.com/obsidianelf/erilynkendrix
Eri kinda follows the D&D rules. Her setting is generally the Realms. But I have never played D&D before, I play online in a group but I certainly don't know the fine details. I just wanted to be able to use a system that would keep me consistent.

Obviously Eri is a combat character. And she steals when she has the opportunity and a reasonably low chance of being caught.

For a dark elf she is sane and seems reasonable enough, but if she is provoked, or if someone tries to interfere with a fight, etc, expect shit to happen. Hitting on Eri may have results that involve fractures. Are we allowed to curse? Because she does.