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Name: Kovas
Age: 140
Race: Elemental Faerie
Bio: Kovas was captured by a group of fey hunters wishing to control his powers over the elements to their advantage in a land feud. After nearly two years of torture and experiments conducted on Kovas in order to try and take his power for themselves, Kovas finally broke free and escaped when a guard dozed off. Being far from his homeland, Kovas ran to the woods for cover and was able to lose the hunters.

But due to the constant drain on his energy by the longterm harsh treatment from the hunters, Kovas has resorted to save using his powers and hides among the tallest trees. There he waits and rests until he is strong enough to defend himself.

Appearance:


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Kovas sat back against the tree trunk and took a few deep breaths. It had took nearly all his energy to simply fly down and search for more food. All the acorns up high were almost gone, all used to feed his strength. Which also resulted in some very frustrated squirrels that would stop by just to chatter in anger at him. They were his only companions in this solitude. It had been a week since his escape and not a soul had passed through on the trail that wound under the tree he sat in.

Name: Cormac Eyulf
Age: Appears nineteen
Race: Shapeshifter(Werewolf)-- wolf
Bio: Cormac was born a shapeshifter, but he can't remember the name of the town he was born in. He believes he blocked it out due to the tragedy that happened there. The tragedy being, he shifted one day and killed both his parents. But he, while missing his parents, doesn't let it run his life. But, now he's a nomad. But a smart nomad. He has a lot of computer knowledge.
Appearance:

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The sound of hooves on stone can be heard a few feet away from the woods. Out of the line of trees appears a caravan with a boy on it. Once he gets close enough it can be seen that he has green hair, mint green to be exact. The caravan jolts and he tugs on the reins. He hops off the driver's seat and walks along, looking for the issue. He sighs when he finds it. "Ah. Lovely. I believe I need a wheel," he mutters to himself, in a dryly amused voice. He heads to the back of the caravan, which is positioned directly under a taller set of trees. He rifles through the things he has and groans. "Joy, I seem to have left my wheel at home." Again, he sounded amused, but still frustrated. He raises his eyes towards the trees, unthinkingly.

Kovas looked down at the sound of wagon wheels and felt relief at seeing that it was someone he had never seen before. That gave him more chance that the boy wouldn't turn on him. He waited to see what the boy was up to, and was further pleased that one of the wheels on the wagon had jammed. He shifted so that he could lay on his side, giving him a better reach for a lone acorn hanging nearby. He took it, aimed, then lobbed it straight at the boys head. That should get his attention, he thought with a smirk.

The boy looks up and sees another boy. "Good, I thought you were an angry squirrel. But, what are you doing up there?" Now that he's looking up, it's easy to see that he has pink eyes. He also has a southern drawl. The boy rubs his head a bit, shaking it. He pokes at the wheel more. "My luck is so lovely sometimes..." He sighs, turning his attention back to the person in the tree.

"That very well could've been. But I'm more concerned with getting into your wagon and out of this forest. I can tell you my long story on the way," Kovas replied. He shifted to get up to a kneeling position, wobbling a bit, then flung himself off the branch to glide to the ground. He landed a little awkwardly on his bruised feet, but maintained his balance. Then he turned to the other and gestured him over. "Care to help me into your wagon?"

The boy picks him up with ease, making it seem like he weighs nothing. He places him gently in the wagon, glancing again at the wheel. "I must say, though, you've got to have good luck. If you'd met any of my 'redskin' friends, you might have had an issue." He scratches his head. "Argh, wheel. That better stay on." He jumps up and stares at his horse, who's baring her teeth at Kovas. "Sepia. Enough."

Kovas settled himself in, still quite surprised by the boy's strength. He never would've guessed such at seeing the boy's appearance. "What is your name?" he asked as he leaned back against the inside of the wagon, his wings curling up along his back. The wagon floor wasn't comfortably, but at least it wasn't as rough as the tree bark against his bruises. He only frowned at the horse and it's unfriendly behaviour. He had never like horses much. The creatures were far too moody.

The boy glances at him. "Cormac. Cormac Eyulf. And that there's Sepia. Her bark's worse than her bite." He looks amused at the statement. He hops back into the driver's seat. "I need to make a stop off at the redskin tribe, 'cause I don't think that wheel will make it back to my place. Nor do I have the right materials." He pulls the reins gently, making Sepia move.