Originally Posted by Iltu

Name: Iryana (eye-re-yah-nuh)
Age: 103 (Appears 20-23)
Date of Birth: December 13th, year N/A
Gender: Female
Race: Elf
Special Abilities: Star/Moon-based magic
Appearance: Iryana is albino- very pale skin, red eyes, and silvery white hair. Her hair goes about down to her waist, and is wavy, though not quite curly. A typical outfit for her is a loose white dress that billows around her ankles as she walks, with long sleeves, bared shoulders, and some manner of silver detail on the chest and sleeves, this accompanied by a silver, pearl, and diamond circlet on her forehead. Her nails are naturally a light, icy blue.
Bio: Iryana has just sort of always been... there. She showed up one day and never left, somehow managing to become a person everyone knows, despite her being a total recluse. From her ramblings, it can be gathered that she left the elf-city she was initially from due to paranoia and ridicule from other elves. She wasn’t always as highly strung as she is; she was an adventurer for several years in her youth. It is speculated that certain events on her quests were what somehow pushed her over the edge.
Other notes: Iryana is EXTREMLY paranoid, to the point where it's unhealthily so. If she lived in this day and age, she'd be being sent to a therapist about six times a week. She seldom comes out of her small hut, and when she does, it's typically on clear, moonlit nights to look for herbs for her potions and such. The only other occasions are if something big is going down, such as a large issue or celebration, or if she is forcibly made to come out. She gets extremely nervous talking to other people, and often gets on shaky, rambling tangents that are only semi-coherent. She has few friends, and these she talks to like she’s possibly a sane person, though her nerves are still very obvious. Because she is too fearful to live on her own, but to fearful to live with another person, she lives with two creatures that aren’t quite her pets. Iryana has many strange eccentricities, very few of which make sense to anyone but herself. One such example is her insists on carrying an umbrella with her whenever she goes outside, regardless of the weather, this among other things.

Name: Ifi (ih-fee)
Age: Unknown
Date of Birth: Unknown
Gender: Unspecified
Race: Unknown
Special Abilities: Moon/Star magic, teleportation, flying, telepathy, and many more that are unknown.
Appearance: Ifi’s basic structure looks like a dog of medium size, it’s shoulders coming up about to just above an averaged-sized woman’s knee. Its muzzle is very small and delicate looking, while its head appears slightly too large, and its dark blue eyes are huge and blank. Its head structure looks much like a dik-dik’s: http://www.leo67.eu/pics/DikDik.JPG Ifi’s ears are fox-like, while its legs are very thin, with small paws that appear almost too tiny to support its weight. Its build is arched and slim, like a greyhound’s, though Ifi is not as bony. Its fur is white, while the pads of its paws, the insides of its ears, and the jewel in the center of its forehead are light blue. Its tail is silver, several meters long, and wispy. Several thin silver streamer-looking things come off of its neck, shoulders, and legs. Two small, dark blue horns are located between its ears.
Bio: Ifi is some manner of magical creature, though no one really knows what. One of Iryana’s two ‘pets’, Ifi typically is the reason for her being out of the house when she’s not collecting herbs, as it recognizes that some healthy interaction with others would likely be good for Iryana. Ifi was either summoned from another realm by Iryana, or found and stuck with her of it’s own accord. No one knows much about it’s past or about how it and Iryana ended up together.
Other notes: Ifi is neither male nor female, and prefers to be referred to as ‘it’. However, if one must use a different pronoun, it doesn’t care whether it’s referred to as a he or she. While unable to speak, Ifi is able to communicate it’s thoughts telepathically with relative ease. Ifi can also adjust it’s size from being about as small as a Chihuahua to as large as a small pony, but prefers it standard size to be as stated.

Name: Shadow
Age: Unknown
Date of Birth: Unknown
Gender: Unspecified
Race: Shadow
Special Abilities: Shadow is… well, a shadow, though a detached one. It is able to slide across surfaces quickly and easily, as well as wrap it’s self around things and make adjustments to it’s shape.
Appearance: Shadow is about the size of a cat’s shadow, though it tends to manifest it’s self as a spiky blob. It’s eyes are whitish-yellow and glow slightly. It is entirely two-dimensional.
Bio: Shadow was once the shadow of something, though a sorceress killed it’s owner and animated Shadow, making it one of her many minions. Shadow eventually escaped sorceresses’ control, but it was no longer casted by anything. A free shadow has no purpose, cannot die, and pretty much just has a depressing life. Eventually, it found Iryana when she still adventured and she took it in, giving it some semblance of a function—to be a companion.
Other notes: Poor shadow is a very depressed little guy, and tends to whine and moan a lot, though it does try to be helpful. It, like Ifi, is neither male nor female, and insists on just being called ‘it’. Unlike Ifi, it cannot tolerate being called he or she, and begins to wail if it notices someone calling it such- which it often doesn’t realize. Iryana wanted to give Shadow a proper name, but it refused anything more elaborate, feeling undeserving of any name at all. Shadow can communicate out loud.