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Dragons

Quote:
Originally Posted by Dongle


(Picture to be added)

Name:

Asgeir

Age:

538

Gender:

Male (is androgynous due to shape-shifting)

Species:

Dragon Guardian

Powers:

Shape-shifting (despite forms, his size and eye color do not change), blood magic (while powerful, is taxing and can result in death or disfigurement), and flight (regardless of form).

Weapons:

Asgeir wields one massive broadsword, embedded with a crystal he may channel magic through.

Personality:

Despite being born to a prestigious family, Asgeir has no interest in politics. He has no poise, grace, and feels incredibly uncomfortable in formal situations. It suits him better to play, adventure, and interact with others free of royal expectations. Unsophisticated, charming, and animated describe him best.

Bio:

The weakest of five siblings and the only one unable to breath fire, Asgeir grew up a black sheep. He had no niche in high society and constantly felt the disdainful eye of other dragons. As he began to mature and discover his abilities, Asgeir drifted from his homeland. He feared absolute rejection for other oddities of his nature; while not unheard of, shape-shifting was uncommon and blood magic feared.

Eventually, he left the roost for good. In the night he slipped out and traveled West. He met an old man whom he befriended and was a student of. The man was a blacksmith and guided Asgeir in creating his broadsword. As dragons live for a very long time and humans do not, Asgeir stayed to see his friend pass away. The dragon continued smithing for several years until he grew restless and began traveling.

Picture/Appearance:

In his dragon form, Asgeir has six legs, a long regal neck, and piercing auburn eyes. Inky black scales slide down neatly from his lips to strong tail. Only his two curling horns and underside are absent of scales.

In his favorite human form (which measures easily 7 feet tall), Asgeir has slender eyes, dark smooth skin, and messy black hair.

Other:

Being clumsy and untrained, Asgeir relies mostly on exaggerated strength and creating distractions in battle.
Quote:
Originally Posted by Okamigirl
Name: Echidna (Ech for short. Pronounced Eck)
Age: 141
Gender: Female
Species: Dragon
Powers: Can regurgitate water from a special organ in her body that contains healing properties. Has a limited supply and replenishing the source leaves her vulnerable to attack. Can imitate other creatures (shape-shifting) for prolonged periods of time but for no longer than a week. She often resorts to this to escape from predators and/or enemies.
Weapons: A small knife and a harpoon.
Personality: Honest and open to strangers and associates. However, tends to be socially reserved and uncomfortable around people. Prefers silent or low-energy company. She tends to lash out at people if they don't give her her space and spares very little of her patience for others, especially strangers. However, she normally shows her dislike through passive aggression and rarely acts out in a more violent manner.
Bio: Separated herself from her parents at around 50 years of age. This was due to differences in ideas and beliefs. After she separated from them, she resorted to roaming, often picking off livestock from small farms and catching other food from nearby bodies of water. Eventually, she found a secluded lake in a wooded area that she currently resides in.
Picture/Appearance: Patterns on her skin alike to a chain moray eel, with brown patches and white/yellow "chains". Furthermore, as her anatomy is similar to that of a moray eel's, she has a set of pharyngeal jaws as well as a crest such as those found on moray eels. Furthermore, she has feelers on her back which are very sensitive to changes in temperature, pressure, and movement in the water, although out of land they lie flat against her back.




Other: Is a dragon developed for water, thus giving her a great lung capacity of roughly 30 min-1 hr.
Cyclopes:

Quote:
Originally Posted by Okamigirl
Name: Abha
Age: 341
Gender: Prefers xe/xir/xirs/xirself pronouns although will occasionally accept female pronouns if that person is close to Abha.
Species: Cyclops
Powers: Xe can increase xir size greatly, although prolonged use can cause distortions in xir body size that could lead to complications of xir body. Xe can also control the light around xirself and often take light out of the environment and infuse it into xir weapon, often making it stronger. This ability has limits in that its power depends on the amount of light in the immediate area.
Weapons: A bhuj (an Indian weapon) and a bow and arrow.
Personality: Amicable and hospitable. Enjoys giving help to those who need it and generally does xir best to uphold a kind demeanor towards those xe meet. Xe often does try to help too many people at once and can become unreliable and is frequently exhausted due to the amount of people that end up relying on xir. This can result in xe losing many friends and xe becoming more distant with close companions. However, it is something xe's working on and Abha is a well-rounded person who enjoys being around people, is mature, and thoughtful.
Bio: Lived with a large family with healthy relationships which helped Abha with future relationships in xir life. As Abha grew older xe became more inclined towards exploration, denying xir natural kindred spirit, and left xir family for a temporary journey. As xe traveled, xe became attached to certain towns and their people. This made it difficult for Abha to leave those areas and return to xir family, resulting in a greatly lengthened journey.
Picture/Appearance:
Other: Abha often doesn't wear clothing such as the ones seen in the image above. Xe tends to wear more loose clothing, such as tunics and slack pants.
Night Elf

Quote:
Originally Posted by Velvet
Name: Veranae Maelirii
Age: 531
Gender: Female
Species: Night Elf
Powers:

Animal communication -
Veranae has obtained the ability to communicate with animals. The communication is more of a form of understanding and a call for aid if needed instead of direct "speech" between her and the animal. With this power Veranae is able to form closer bonds with nature.

Conjuration -
This ability allows Veranae to conjure spirit forms of animals to fight for her. However it can only be done for a limited amount of time and requires a lot of energy and concentration.

Night Eye -
A simple ability that allows Veranae to see perfectly clear at night, even in the darkest of situations. Downside is that any sudden brightness in these extreme dark situations can cause damage to her eyes that temporarily blinds her.

Weapons:
She carries a dagger crafted with the darkest ore called Ebony mined by her people. Extremely sharp and perfectly designed for sneak kills.
She also carries a bow and arrows crafted from the same ore.

Personality:
Veranae (Vera for short) is what can be described as somewhat rough around the edges. She isn't the friendliest of creatures and doesn't usually form close bonds with anyone except animals and animal like creatures. With the war raging on, Vera has a weakness when it comes to having to kill any animal-like shape shifter for it reminds her too much of her animal companions. So one could say she is overly soft-hearted when it does come to animals.

Bio:
Being raised in a large city of Night Elves as a noble daugter, Vera learned early on the proper ways to defend herself and present herself. She is a descendent of the late King and a mistress he had on the side. The queen remains alive and though she regards Vera as an act of betrayal by her late husband, she cared for the child as if she were her own for she could bare no children of her own.

Vera would never learn who her true mother was for after the King's death, the Queen ordered the mistress found and imprisoned out of sheer jealousy.

Since Vera's personality differed greatly from the woman who raised her, she tended to stray from the "proper" lady path and learned more of magic and defense behind closed doors. And as she grew older and was no longer a child, she had no desire to sit upon the throne, but instead to dive head first into the thick forests that were east of the great city.

Picture/Appearance:
Mermaids

Quote:
Originally Posted by Shikabane Hime
Name:
Ariella Persphone Wa'Terra

Age:
1060

Gender:
Female

Species:
Mermaid

Powers:
Siren's Song
Shapeshifter
Spirit of the waters

Weapons:
Shark Fangs
Priestess' Heart

Personality:
Ariella is a very helpful mermaid and she is very kind to those she meets. Loyal to her friends and the ones who protect her, she holds great respect for those who respect her and others. When angered she is a force to be reckoned with since she is well trained with Siren's Song and Spirits of the Waters. Around new people, she can be a little shy, but it goes away over time.

Bio:
Ariella was born to the leaders of the Merfolk of the ocean. They didn't really believe in a king or queen, but used titles such as Priest, Priestess, Shrine Maidens, etc. Ariella began training as the next powerful Priestess much like her mother, offering blessings to those who come to see her, either with her own people or those who come from the dry world. Ariella is very peaceful and didn't really bother with war, however when the war came to her home in the Kingdom of Oceania, Ariella's mother and father went right to work.

However, it wasn't long before many of her friends and family were killed left and right. Ariella was soon left alone to lead her people through the war. However, she hadn't grown fond of this war. Out of worry, Ariella took it upon herself to protect her home of Oceania and those who need to be blessed, as well as protecting those who don't with to be in the war.


Picture/Appearance:
human

Disguise Mermaid form

True


Other:
Ariella wears a necklace given to her by her mother, a very powerful Priestess, it is a symbol of her people and give away that she is the Priestess ruler of Oceania. Due to how she looks, Ariella often gets hit on by most beings in Oceania and on land. She often ignores them, knowing they only want her for her body.
Pegasus

Name:

Akassa Anumi

Age:

1,000

Gender:

Female

Species:

Pegasus Guardian

Powers:

Control Over Wind: Akassa, being a creature of flight, has control over winds. She can control winds at any given time, though the stronger the winds, the weaker it makes her.

Sight: Akassa has the ability to see into the future. She can't control when her visions hit her and she often passed out for a while after having them. Most of them are helpful but they are all subject to change.

Animal Communication: Akassa also has the ability to communicate with animals. She can read the minds of any animals and when she speaks, all creatures can understand her. This is very helpful when delivering messages but not all of the creatures she can communicate with are willing to help her.

Weapons:

One of her main weapons is her wind whip. It is simply a pole that is easily held in her hand. It only acts as a small weapon unless she summons her wind to act as the lash of the whip. She also has daggers made from crystal and a crystal bow and arrow.

Personality:

Akassa is has a fiery attitude. She doesn't hold back her opinions and she is very brave. She is always ready to make great sacrifices to save her friends. Despite this, she knows when she has been beaten and is always ready to admit defeat when the need be. To those that know her, she can be kind and carrying when her desire to be right isn't around.

Bio:

Akassa grew up in a palace, being the princess of the unicorns and such. Though she was raised to be a proper princess, Akassa is far from being spoiled. She is very generous and is always willing to help out. She grow up with a mother who was much the same so it makes sense. When the war began, her mother was killed in one of the first battles and this ignited her father's rage.

Although she has many aspects from both her father and mother, she, luckily, got her mothers levelheadedness. She was always there to help her father with battle plans. She was willing to do anything to help avenge her mother's death. However, those plans changed when her father was murdered by an assassin sent by one of the royals from another species. Although she felt anger for the death of both of her parents, she didn't let it get the best of her.

She was left alone to rule her people alone, not even having a mate, which was unusual for Pegasi her age. Her devotion is towards the protection of her people and she will do anything to assure it. She only wishes that this dreadful war would end. Little does she know that she is one of the keys to complete the puzzle to end the war. She has no clue of what lies ahead of her but she will do anything to help end the war.

Picture/Appearance:

Human:



True Form:



Other:

She can often be found alone in the garden of her castle, thinking over her past and planning strategies for the next battle, though she wishes they would stop.


Minotaurs

Quote:
Originally Posted by Andraus
Name: Alistair Plantagenet

Age: 669

Gender: Male

Species: Minotaur Guardian

Powers:

~Invisibility~
For a awhile, Alistair can fade away, taking on a chameleon like effect. This has it's draw-backs, as it can only be used if he's perfectly still, and it requires a lot of energy to keep up.

~Shape-Shift~
Able to Morph out of his Minotaurian Form, and into that of a human. The Problem is he can only change into a human, and doing so leaves his body physically weaker.

~Iron Skin~
Alistair cane bring up a skin of iron, making attacks on him alot weaker, and suffering less damage from them. Problem is, It only works on physical attacks, as magic still does the appropriate effect. It also causes him to be slower.

Weapons: War Axe, Steam-powered Revolver, Chained Hook

Personality: A Calm individual Under pressure, Alistair displays a look of perfect concentration during battle. Outside of Battle, he's know as a Head-strong, fight first individual, known for doing anything to get the job done. He also displays a perverted Personality, liking what he calls 'The Finer things in life. Outside of that, he's known to be a mean drunk, though he only drinks when he can afford it (breaking furniture is expensive man)

Bio: An Illegitimate Child between a Plantagenet, and a Bull, Alistair is technically in line for the Throne, with papers proving such (he's managed to explain the age by paying off couples every dozen's of years). However, due to the sensitive nature of this matter, he's been paid off by the Human's for not staking his claim. This has made him quite wealthy, and offers him great luxury unheard-of by other Minotaurs.

A Common love for battle, and a respect for anyone with the strength to fight, Alistair lives a life of pure joy, in his eyes. There were never any shortage of battles to fight, or enemy's to destroy, and he being paid for it! What was not to love?

Outside of Combat, he's been known to chase mermaids, elves, or any female with a pleasing body. Considered a pervert by some, he's made up for it by being unexpectedly gentlemen-like to his partners. Other than a keen love for Fine Liquor, and a head-strong personality, he's been known as a Dependable, if unethical, ally in any situation.

Picture/Appearance: Minotaur Form

Human Form

Other: In certain situations, to alleviate stress, he'll do something completely random.
Harpies

Name:

Barkydle (last name unkown)

Age:

950

Gender:

Male

Species:

Harpy Guardian

Powers:

Mind reading: He can read minds though if he does this on too many people in a row, he grows weak.

Enhanced vision: He can see far distances and at night but after he finishes, his eye sight is a little blurry for a bit.


Speed Flight: Like all of his species, he can fly. His flying, however, is twice the speed of any others in his race. He has yet to figure out why.

Weapons:

His weapons consist of a katana, two daggers, and his feathers which can become sharp at his command and used as throwing darts.

Personality:

Barkydle is, in the nicest of terms, a ladies man. He loves flirting and is very good at it. He is also arrogant, egotistical, and condescending. He also takes very few things seriously and is always in the mood to play around and annoy people.

Bio:

Barkydle is the general of the Harpies. He is the prince's most trusted friend and always has been. They grew up together and were hardly ever apart. Despite what people think, he did earn his position. He loves playing with the feelings of others, takes great joy in it actually. He always has, though not many know why. He has never told anyone of the relationship that made him the way he is and never plans to. After you get past his arrogance and play boy attitude, he has a soft side which is seldom shown to anyone and the only person who ever saw it was his family, whom are all dead now due to the war. His only wish is to end this war, even if death is the only path to do so.

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Light Elf

Quote:
Originally Posted by Dongle
Name:

Jessie Egg

Age:

23

Gender:

Male

Species:

Light Elf

Powers:

Necromancy (has a size-quantity ratio, i.e. the larger the soul, the fewer souls Jessie can raise. The art leaves him weaker to physical attacks), healing magic (takes time, thus leaving him vulnerable, esp. in battle).

Weapons:

Small crystal knife, bow and arrows, hand ax.

Personality:

Jessie is very strong willed, persuasive, and persistent. While not commonly interested in others, he is compulsively caring when others are distraught. It's just that he's not able to read other's emotions so well. He does have worse social skills than he thinks, and comes off as condescending. Despite holding himself with dignity, Jessie is sensitive. Inevitability terrifies Jessie.

Bio:

As an only child, Jessie grew up spoiled. He hardly went to school because hiking in nearby ruins was more interesting. There was some unexplainable gravity of nature that pulled Jessie further and further from home until one day after his 16th birthday he left home. Here and there he'd befriend someone, learning a few things before ultimately leaving them. Guilt grabs hold of Jessie on occasion for ditching his parents, but his need of adventure eclipses this.

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Phoenix

Quote:
Originally Posted by happydeath
Name
Takumi Katsu

Age
Looks to be around his late teens if not early twenties. His true age has yet to be known.

Gender
Male

Species
Phoenix Guardian

Powers
Telekinesis
He has the ability to go from basic to advanced with no real issue; however, he does known slight bits of being able to use his power of telekinesis at a master level but at the risk of falling into a coma. Unlike those who would normally use their telekinetic powers quickly, Takumi must have concentration and time to use his power to a proper extent without exhausting his body too much. During this time, he is very vulnerable to attacks unless defended.
Fire manipulation
Obviously, as being a phoenix guardian; Takumi has the ability to manipulate fire to his very will in many different shapes and forms. He is able to create the flame around his or others body almost as though it were an armor or enchant weaponry with the flames of the phoenix, etc. However, unlike many other phoenixes who may use their flame to no end of an extent; Takumi seems to become weaker as he uses his fire ability from each time he uses it, depending on how large of a scale he uses his flame. Unaware that this is caused to the multiple times he has 'died' and been revived.
Healing
Just as his telekinetic powers; Takumi has learned and nearly mastered his power over healing in many different forms. He has already learned quite easily how to use the power of his heated aura to control the powers of basic to expert level easily. Although now that he trains to use the more advanced approach of healing; it seems as though this weakens his stamina all the more quickly than even his own telekinesis does. Due to this, if he continues to use his healing powers to the advanced level; he must be uninterrupted and able to concentrate on the severe wound carefully. Which once more, leaves Takumi very vulnerable to attacks.

Weapons
A large blazing scythe with four blades that are made from the flames of his phoenix form that never seem to die out. A cold steel katana which has already been enchanted with his flame manipulation as well, only the tip of the blade has been enchanted to the very max so that whenever it lands a strike on the enemy; waves of unimaginable heat goes through their nerves and attempts to kill them instantly. Finally, his last weapon is one of his most common other than his scythe which is his sniper rifle; Takumi tends to enjoy using this weapon at the very most since it allows him to take out his targets more silently and from a longer range but as well as putting them through the least amount of pain possible.

Personality
Out of the three forms that Takumi is able to switch between; the only form that seems to match his personality the very best would be his second form which is his hybrid form. Within this form, he is also at his youngest looking form since he looks to be no more than a young teenage boy with wings for arms and the lower half of his body covered in feathers and finally talons as feet. Within his hybrid form, Takumi would be thought to be shy and defenseless; almost as though he wouldn't dare even think of harming a fly. That much is half correct, Takumi truly is a shy person who rarely enjoys speaking out loud to people he doesn't know too well. However, if it comes to protecting himself or others; he is not to be underestimated since he will be willing to fight and protect himself and others without question on who he must fight in the end.

Bio
From what Takumi could remember from his childhood; he was born into a small orphanage that was funded only by the citizens of the phoenix race. Due to it barely getting any funding since it was only the citizens of the phoenix race funding them, the orphanage had to do their best to share food, water and toys around with the other children. Takumi was no expection but there was a big difference between him and many of the other children around him; unlike how the other orphans had tried to be greedy wherever they could and screamed their heads off whenever they didn't get what they wanted; Takumi was always the more silent one who barely ever spoke to anyone and took whatever he needed when he could. The citizens that took care of the orphans within the building had usually took their attention onto Takumi in concern multiple times since how he acted worried them.
No matter what, even when others spoke to him; he normally ran away and hid from others and just watched people from afar. There were times when he did speak up but normally they would be single worded answers just to get things across before going silent once again.
As the war between the races raged on and finally reached the land of the phoenixes, it was only a matter of time that the citizens of the race of phoenixes would be unable to continue funding the orphanage. Due to no funding going to the orphanage and the citizens starting to care for themselves; the war slowly made it's way towards the actual orphanage as those who tried to take over the orphanage as just another part of their base had killed all the children; making sure they wouldn't be able to revive themselves from their ashes. What they hadn't expected was that when Takumi was in danger, his fear had ended up bringing out a large amount of power that he was unaware that he had built up deep within himself. In an instant, he immediately engulfed the entire building in a fit of black flames for what seemed like forever; incinerating everyone and everything that was inside the building.
By the time Takumi had reawakened after passing out within the orphanage, after getting up; Takumi had decided to leave his land to go and find a place where he could find some peace in the world as to where he could live without all the fighting and killing. As he continued to travel each day, Takumi was forced to learn how to speak more and more towards those he didn't know. From time to time though, he tends to get memories of his people and regrets for leaving the land as to where his people needed him the most; even if he couldn't really do anything to help them at the time being.
Picture/Appearance
Human~

Hybrid~

Phoenix~

Other
The only thing he is normally found doing other than traveling at times is drawing pictures of new things he finds if not dreams he has of the land of his race before it was pulled into this senseless war.

Basilisk

Quote:
Originally Posted by happydeath
Name
Ryosuke Yuudai

Age
1100

Gender
Male

Species
Basilisk Guardian

Powers
Dark Energy Manipulation
Although his power to use dark energy is near advanced to the point that he is able to create even portals and enchant weaponry with the power of darkness; he is still young compared to many of elders of the Basilisk clan and their ability to control the darkness. As he continues to use the power of dark energy, his body tends to fail him at times as his limbs go numb from one piece after another whenever he uses his power. It takes near hours sometimes and other times just minutes for him to get his feeling back into his limbs. Also depending on the scale of his power used, more and more of his limbs are numbed. Unaware that if he continues to use this power without any mentorship from his people, he will risk the death of his own life.
Poison Generation
Ryosuke's fangs in both his true form as well as his human forms allow him to enchant nearly anything he wishes if not just in generally poisoning anyone or any being he wishes.(obviously expect those immune to poison.) Not only that, but unlike many of his people; Ryosuke's blood itself is poisonous although it may still give the look, smell and taste of ordinary blood; within his blood stream is a deadly toxin that affects other beings that dare try to get a even a single drop of it upon their tongue, lips or any open wound to get into their blood stream. The one problem is that this poison does not mean it doesn't affect himself either since it is his own blood; this means that he must take his antidote every so often to keep himself from being killed by his own poison. Luckily, he has been working on a way to figure out how to make it so that he body can either become immune to his own poison if not make it so that the antidote will always run through his blood stream to keep him from dying but keep his blood poisonous.
Shedding
Unlike what many others what consider this be like a simple snake shedding it's skin to make more room for them to become more large. Ryosuke's form of shedding allows him to completely shed away all the pain and scars that his body had received after long periods of time. Some would call this regeneration, however the difference is that Ryosuke is not able to do this each time he is harmed; it is a process that he may only do once every several weeks and even when he does it, it takes several minutes for the process to be completely done so that he may come out a completely new body.

Weapons
A pair of Komainu, a large sword enchanted with his dark energy and a pistol that shoots only dark energy. He rarely uses his gun since he feels as though it is a waste of his dark energy power considering how much force it requires for every shot.

Personality
At first glance, many would think of Ryosuke as someone would call the 'villain' since many of those who looked at his face would become intimidated due to how he nearly looks as though he is always serious. However, underneath his facial expression he is actually very kind and opposes the whole fact that there is a war between all the races. He's generous enough that he knows that there are many others out there from both his own race along with other races that are suffering due to the war and wishes to help them to the best of his ability. However, even with that thought in his head; from how he looks even his own people at times shun him away although he is not one to back down and just take the pain and let it get to him. He is stubborn to the very end.

Bio
Ryosuke had been born and raised with a single mother due to his father dying in battle during this seems to be endless war. Being raised by simply his mother in one of the more poor districts on the land of the Basilisks, it was difficult for Ryosuke and his mother to survive just everyday living since just trying to get food was near impossible with how his mother had no possible way to make money. She had no choice but to stay with her son at all times and make sure to keep him healthy due to his strange condition with being born with poison in his blood. Unaware of the situation they were in as nothing more than an infant, Ryosuke's mother had done her best to simply just steal food whenever and wherever she could for her son to eat and while doing her best to eat whatever she could when her son couldn't eat anymore.
As the years went by, it was only a matter of time that Ryosuke's mother had become even too weak to move but luckily her son had grown up old enough to take care of himself at this point. Spending most of his life to try and keep his mother alive, Ryosuke never hesistated to do anything that could keep his only family alive; even if it meant killing someone of his own kind. Of course, he regretted his actions but it was for his mother in the end; but no matter how much he tried her death came much too soon for him to handle it.
Ever since she had died, Ryosuke felt empty as though there was no purpose to his life any further as he barely ate, drank and barely even care about his medicine that he needed to take for his poisonous blood. The day that his death was to come due to his blood killing off the rest of his organs, Ryosuke had passed out in the small ruined home only to be found by the royal family of the Basilisks. The Empress and Emperor had found Ryosuke and brought him into their kingdom to care for him back to health. By the time Ryosuke had reawakened to find that the Empress and Emperor had saved his life, they asked him why he was in such a run down home only to be told the entire story of his life.
When the story had been completed, neither of them could think of anything else to do but to take Ryosuke in as their own child. Even though they had done their best to try and spoil him; Ryosuke was always a stubborn child who always woke up early in the morning even before the guards to do daily practice and even train his body in the ways of different styles of fighting, art and even cooking. Ryosuke refused to just sit around and let himself be spoiled around like a princess; he wanted to make his parents proud of what he was becoming. As he grew older and older; it was only a matter of time that Ryosuke finally felt as though he were ready to leave his home. Telling his 'mother and father' about his idea to leave and try to find a way to stop the war in any possible way he could; he sought out on a journey in hopes to find someone who would feel the way as he did and stopped all the senseless fighting.
Picture/Appearance
Human~

Basilisk~

Other
He has learned to cook cuisine foods with anything he can find in the wild no matter what it is. His food not only looks good, but also has been known to be the best throughout his entire race and even a few other races that have decided to ally themselves with the Basilisk. Other times when he is not cooking or traveling, he will tend to either be found reading his mother's book if not playing an instrument that he can find anywhere or his mother's own ocarina.
Centaur:

Quote:
Originally Posted by Shikabane Hime
Name:
Ingrid Lockhart

Age:
600, looks about 17

Gender:
Female

Species:
Centaur Guardian

Powers:
Second Sight - She has to have something that belonged to the person to be about to sense them.
Earth Manipulation
Senses of the Horse

Weapons:
- Nature's Heart and Arrows
- Lockhart's blade

Personality:
Ingrid has a very protective personality and she can have her moments of seriousness. She can be funny, however, she tries to hide it since she has a lot on her plate. She refuses to show weakness around her enemies as well as her allies. However, she has her moments of being girly, being called cute or adorable would make her blush pink. She never shows how she really feels, in fear of people thinking that she is weak.

Bio:
Ingrid was born to Grand Duchess Heather E. Thomas-Lockhart and Grand Duke Fredrick J. Lockhart of the Eastern Tribe. She was raised to be a lady in waiting, however she didn't want that role. SHe wanted to be a warrior, a tribal warrior her people loved and respected. However, she knew that would be a hindrance to her due to her centaur form. Ingrid's form was corrupted before she was born by a create whose true identity was beyond anyone's grasp, the Gorganians. Her mother, Heather, had been a warrior and she fought against a small group of the Gorganians with her husband, Fredrick. However, they were no match for them. In the end of the fight, a Gorganian female placed a finger on Heather's forehead and somehow warped her body, causing her unborn child to bare the features of a Gorganian. Ingrid was never told this until her 4th birthday when she was told she was cursed.

Heather and Fredrick told Ingrid that a Gorganian was the one who caused her to be like this. However, no matter how she looked, they would still love her. Ingrid grew to hate the Gorganians and wanted to get her revenge on them, destroy them completely and rid their existence away off the planet. Heather and Fredrick decided to help their daughter as they trained her to be a warrior. The Royal family, her close family members, allowed her to train with the knights to become the Centaur Guardian. They knew of her condition, but she refused to allow that to stop her. She wanted to stop the Gorganian, and prove that even a curse like her, can be something great.


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human


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Other:
Ingrid has been picked on for her centaur form for as long as she could remember, believing that she is a curse. She holds no grudges for anyone who picked on her. Ingrid goes by her nicknames Iggy, Grid, Scales, and Fluffy. In her centaur form, her weapons are fused into her arms, her centaur form is twice as strong and fast.
Druid:

Quote:
Originally Posted by Andraus
Name: Fukushū Hana (Literal Translation 'Vengeance Blossoms' )
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Species: Druid Guardian
Powers:

~Beast Lordship~
Has Control over the Beasts and Animals of the Land. He can see through the eyes of the creatures, understand their speech, and use them as spies. His knowledge of the matter is limited, as his teaching was cut short. He can only control creatures who are driven slowly by animal instinct. Other creatures with will-power (such as dragons or phoenix's) are beyond his control. He also can only control them for so long.

~Kinetic Manipulation~
Can manipulation the Kinetic energy around an Area or object. (e.i. Giving a metal ball the speed of a bullet, or using it as a quick boost from one spot.) The Trouble is that he can't use this all the time, as doing so affects mental fortitude. Overuse could cause a range of symptom's (from Dizziness, to fatigue, and even a week-long coma).

~Nature Mage~
The forces of this world are at his control. However, He can only control his to a basic extent, as he just doesn't know enough to do more (such as mixing elements, turning copper to gold, and creating life from nothing)

Weapons: Sword-staff, Bag of Metal balls, Katana
Personality: Rebellious of any law or government, and determined to fight it whenever possible. Can come off as blunt, and uncaring, but has a strong sense of loyalty to his friends and allies. Has a tendency to blindly believe in what he fights for, instead of seeing the bigger picture.
Bio: Fukushū is a Tribal Druid, born to the Tribe Chieftain, and the Shaman. At Apprentice level at age 5, Fukushū found himself rising high above his fellows, but never let his status blind him. In his eyes, he was just another person. He used his abilities to benefit the Druid Tribes (gathering water, hunting game, and fighting off raiders). He lived a life of relative peace, and felt content with the work he did.

it was all taken from him.

The Nomadic Druid tribes began being attacked by Members of various races, during the war. While being no strangers to violence, The druids were not a war-faring people, and many of the tribes were being decimated. The tribes all banded together, an event that had not happened in ages, and settled in the Southern Marsh lands, using the areas natural benefits to protect themselves.

Fukushū saw his people being destroyed, for a war they wanted nothing to do with. He sent plea's for aid to every race: Basilisk, Harpy, Unicorn, Minotaur, The Elves, all of them. None sent any aid, and Fukushū's people continued to suffer.

Then it happened.

Returning home from another failed attempt at aid, he found his Village being burned to the ground. Harpies had attacked it out of the blue. While trying to mount a defense, he was knocked unconscious by a Harpy leader. When he awoke, he was alone, amongst the dead. His family was killed, as were the men, woman and children of the village.

Fukushū swore, on the graves of his village, that he would bring peace to this world, or die trying. His core belief is that the leader-ship of this world is exploiting it's people. He's begun a one-man aggressive campaign on the ruling classes of the other races (focusing extra hard on the harpies). He's not a bad-man, he tries to help others when he can, but believes that in order to bring peace, he must destroy what many have worked hard to build.

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Other: He's not overly fond of anyone outside his race. He does have a tolerance for Minotaurs and Mermaids, but has a deep-rooted hatred for Harpies.
Faerie:

Quote:
Originally Posted by ~LONGCAT~
Name: Jarile Strixthorn
Age: 52 (Still young)
Gender: Male
Species: Faerie Gaurdian
Powers:
Animus Speak: Mostly uses this to communicate with insects and other small woodland critters. Forgets he's speaking it when talking with large beings. Likes to alter translations.
Illusion magic: Small scale illusions; sounds, flits of light, minor appearance alters. The larger the illusion the less believable.
Accelerated Growth: Ability to coax growth in plants. Can't force things to grow where they otherwise won't. The faster he forces something to grow the quicker he tires out. Too much and he can pass out from the magic exertion.
Weapons: Owl blade, poisoned thorns
Personality: A true fae he is a trickster by nature, but he will avoid direct confrontation at all costs. He is acutely aware of his size and is quick to defend the “benefits” of being small. Cocky about his abilities, stunned when they don't work, will blame it on anything he can.
Bio: Growing up in the fae-hive as the son of a thorn-smith he knew that mediocrity was all that was expected of him. He wanted to prove them wrong, but the only help he could get was from outside the fae-hive. The forest is full of creatures not all are friendly many are harmful, especially as you near the swamps, yet he managed to befriend a will-o-wisp. Learning how to use illusion to trick large-beings further into the swamp and forest, he found a way to aid his own. Although most of what large-beings carried on them was too big to be useful to the faeries they still would raid and steal things from caravans that found themselves lost in the forests. He still hasn't received recognition for his ideas and work. This is a huge sore point for him. Will often retreat into swamps when he's feeling down or defeated.
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Other: Not afraid of water like most faeries, but is still wary of deep water.

Name: Fatusia / Nickname: Fate
Age: Old
Gender: Female
Species: Will-o-wisp
Powers:
Swamp-walk: Can teleport between swamps. Cannot travel far outside of swamps.
Illusion: Powerful illusions, they fade slowly during their duration. But giggles incessantly during them.
Weapons: None
Personality: Mean-spirited and a trickster, takes enjoyment from others pain and misfortune. Very vain, will lash out against those who say anything negative about her. Not very intelligent.
Bio: Lived in swamps for as long as the swamps know. She was growing bored with a particular patch and was ready to move on when a young faerie stumbled through, he seemed to be in enough trouble on his own, especially since his kind rarely ventured to her lands. Intrigued she reached out to him, what started as a game for her turned into an honest friendship. Jarile is the only creature she cares for besides herself.
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Fire Demon:

Quote:
Originally Posted by Antagonist
Name: Janus

Age: Somewhere in the thousands.

Gender: N/A

Species: Fire Demon

Powers:
  1. Pyrokinesis/Heat Empowerment - Can create and manipulate fires up to over a thousand degrees Celsius and drawing strength from the heat, although the higher the temperature, the shakier Its control. Due to Janus' dependability on fire and heat, It does not enjoy nor fare well in areas with high humidity or low temperatures. Janus is almost completely helpless if submerged underwater.
  2. Enhanced Strength and Durability - Janus can easily lift several tons worth of weight without too much stress. It can also take much damage and continue on, though a good portion of this relies on Its current whereabouts; in a volcanic environment Janus is near-indestructible, being able to absorb the heat and fire from Its surroundings to replenish Its strength, while being in a cold or humid environment It would be weakened instead. If caught in an aquatic environment, Janus would be about as powerful as a newborn foal.
  3. Soul Absorption - Less a 'power' and more an ability to not starve to death. While demons are able to temporarily live off of the energies of their affiliated element, souls of the deceased are the 'nutrients' that they require in order to not starve, which doesn't help with what little reputation they have. Depending on how powerful the demon and the soul is, sometimes a soul is unable be devoured.
Weapons: Janus mostly relies on Its own brute strength, claws, tail, and fire-abilities when in combat. Its main 'weapon' is Its tail; a long whip-like string of concentrated heat easily three times Its body length that can be used as a cutting wire. For mid- to long-distance combat It would either send out gouts of fire from Its hands or hurl fireballs at Its enemies.

Personality: As a demon, Janus is callous, self-preserving, and selfish. Nothing matters more than Itself, and if the situation doesn't look right, It will not hesitate and abandon Its companions or even shove them at Its enemies in order to preserve Its own hide. However, Janus is also a lot more straight-forward than Its other brethren, and does not bother with 'loopholes' when making a deal with others. When It says something, It usually means it. Janus can hold a grudge for a very, very long time. If Its grudge-bearer had expired before It could exact retribution upon them, It will take out Its wrath on their descendants or anyone connected to them until It's had Its revenge.

Bio: Having come to existence in the middle of the war, battle was almost all Janus has ever known. The demon clans believe that the war is a golden opportunity for them to rise to power amongst the other creatures inhabiting the world and would often plot on how to take advantage of the situation. Janus doesn't care either way. After thousands of years of almost non-stop fighting, It was starting to get tired of it all and wants to find something else to do. Although as to what It wanted to do, Janus has no idea yet. For now, It mostly just wanders from place to place, seeing the sights, sometimes working as a mercenary, and occasionally joining in a bar fight or two...(which usually ends with the bar burning down in flames, and that really doesn't help with what tatters of Its reputation It has at all)

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Other: Janus hates the wet and cold and does not like creatures associated with either element. It has a strange fondness for trying out different material cuisines, even though most demons normally prefer to devour the souls of the deceased.
Gorganian

Quote:
Originally Posted by Shikabane Hime
Name:
Mirage Crystella-Pearla

Age:
Unknown, looks about 19 - 20

Gender:
Female

Species:
Gorganian

Powers:
Insan Wrap
Advanced Level and the strongest of her people. When she is using this power though, she can't use any other power except for her regeneration.

Gorgania's Nightmare
IN order for this power to work, Mirage has to know the fear of the person she is attacking.

Gorgania's Healing Touch
Advanced Level as well as a small piece of Master Level, she can replace her lost limbs quickly. It would take a least 2 - 10 minutes for it to regrow. However, if she is fighting, it will take her longer since she has to concentrate.

What she has mastered in the Master Level:
Cellular regeneration and rejuvenation.


Weapons:
§Crystella's Tear
§Her body (Her teeth, tail, the blades on her body, and claws.)

Personality:
Mirage is a gentle soul. She is very sweet, kind, and sometimes peaceful if she is in a good mood. She holds a great honor for those who respect her and her people, despite the fact her kind has been forgotten almost completely it seems. Mirage is regarded by her people as responsible, headstrong and very wise. She makes sure that everyone's opinion is heard and not forgotten. It's almost next to impossible for Mirage to get angry, however, if it happens, it isn't a pretty site. Mirage goes dead silent and appears to be almost emotionless as well as hold a neutral glare. What doesn't help is the fact her silver eyes are brighter than most of her people.

Even though, this is her personality, she doesn't share it with everyone. Around other creatures, she is a little more bitter and somewhat rude. However, she isn't completely cruel towards them since, to her, they are children in her eyes. Sometimes she is very emotionless and holds no regards towards the other beings, she doesn't trust them. Due to her stubborn attitude, she can be a bit scary once her mind is set. Despite the fact her people aren't known for holding grudges, Mirage has held one for a long time. Because of that, a sadistic side of her was created, she doesn't let her people see it. She fears she would make her people be afraid of her, when all she wants is pay back.


Bio:
Mirage was born to the King and Queen of the Gorganians, rulers of Gorgana. She was the heart of her people, everyone adored her. The king and queen took great care of their little princess, despite the fact she was a bit adventurous. Many of the guards would watch as she attempted to like one of her parents, speaking baby gibberish and rattling her rattle towards them. However, what Mirage didn't know is her mother and father were dealing with a few problems. Other mythical beings never had the land they needed to expand their territories, due to loss of crops and/or livestock. Because of this, they would often come to the Gorgana and asked for assistance. Of course, they didn't mind and offered the land needed for the beings to raise their livestock and crops.

Of course, this continued for the next century and a half, young Mirage would soon grow up into a small toddler and her actions would continue to be a little more daring. However, her parents were going to be a little busier due to the mythical beings' situation and have yet to come up with a protector. So her mother and father soon told the public of the protector training, which anyone could join. After many months, many of the Gornganians who tried out to take the guardian position were voted out one by one until a small group made it to the end game. The king and queen told the group it wasn't them who was going to pick, but young Mirage. The young female toddler would wobble over towards the older Gorganians and she would come to her decision in the form of a few squeals. After she picked her protector, Mirage would test her protector herself by getting into some silly messes every once in a while. Seeing how much she could push her limits, even though, there were times she did get hurt.

Four centuries would fly by as Mirage grew up into a fine young woman, watching her parents speak with the other mythical beings as they asked for land usages for crops and livestock. Of course, as the gentle giants they are, they allowed them. Sometimes if the Gorganians' harvest was plentiful, they would share the crops and meats with the mythical beings. Mirage would sometimes go to the mythical creatures to spend her time with them, often going on random adventures on the vast lands of the Gorganian Kingdom. Of course, she had fun. She was naive when it came to making friends and trusting people. Unfortunately, since Mirage never used negative feelings, she didn't know all the faces she was seeing on each of the other mythical creatures faces were fake and they hid the true faces of jealousy and anger. Most of the mythical creatures were angry with the fact the Gorganians had the most land than any other mythical being. The beings wanted to take the land for themselves and split it up evenly with everyone, depending on the species. But with the Gorganians brute size as well as their powers, they were afraid of what they could do if angered. So a plan had come up, a plan to overthrow and take the kingdom of Gorgana. However, they needed to know more about them since they never really seem to talk about themselves, they resorted to the very being the Gorganian loved and adored, Princess Mirage.

Every once in a while, they would ask about small facts on the Gorganians. They had to be careful about asking the questions as well as how many times they would ask. Asking about their powers, as well as how to 'train' with one. If they slip up once, Mirage could have all the beings removed off the land. Unfortunately, the beings didn't know that the king and queen were going to give them half of the land because they felt sorry for the beings who didn't have enough. Mirage, her mother and father decided to make it a surprise for them. Unfortunately, this would never happen, three centuries later, the attack happened. The other mythical beings attacked the Gorganians the night the moon was full. The citizens were taken back by the sudden attack. Some weren't able to fight back or didn't wish to harm the other beings, the king and queen were surprised by the sudden attack as well. Out of desperation, they ordered their daughter's protector to take Mirage and hide her away from the fighting. The king and queen, the strongest of the Gorganians fought valiantly against the other beings.

However, Mirage didn't really listen, she decided that she wanted to help, even though she didn't have her powers completely under control. Mirage ran from her protector and was ready to fight...but she wasn't able to do so. She saw the carnage happening in front of her, her people were being killed by the very people she trusted. Some of her people managed to fight back, killing off some of the beings, but this battle would be lost. The Gorganian people weren't use to fighting or harming people. They were used to a peaceful lifestyle and because of the fighting, it was now ruined. Mirage looked around, trying to find her parents. Everywhere she turned, she saw her people fighting for their lives for the first time. Mirage soon found the two beings she was looking for, her parents. They were fighting, and it appeared they were winning. Mirage was so happy when she saw this, she knew things would be ok and hopefully, this would be resolved. Unfortunately, that never happened.

The fighting lasted for what felt like forever. The Gorganians who were left from the fighting heard a blood curdling scream. All who heard it ran to the one who made it, it was Mirage. She was screaming as tears streamed from her eyes. The Gorganians didn't understand what was going on until they saw the blood on her body and their king and queen on the ground in pieces. Confusion filled their minds, they didn't understand why the king and queen weren't healing up, until they saw four mythical beings had destroyed the souls of their beloved rulers. The only way to truly kill them. Mirage was in hysterics, she was covered in their blood as she continued screaming. The Gorganians declared the kingdom lost, they had no choice but to retreat and this was a win for the other mythical beings. as the beings celebrated, the Gorganians quickly tried to bury their dead the best way they could. They hid the graves where no one could find them, fearing the graves would be disturbed. So out of desperation, the Gorganians and their new Queen, Mirage, hid from the other beings, never to be seen again.

A few millennia would pass, Mirage was still traumatized and dazed by the event, she didn't really talk to anyone but her protector. As the new Queen and the last member of the Crystella-Pearla Family, she had to lead her people back from their underground slumber. Once they returned, they came back to a world they didn't know, the beings from long before had died, which created a new age of mythical beings. Mirage soon led her people back to the land they called home, within was still inhabited by pixies and elves. The homes were rebuilt as well as the home of her family. So she and her people took to the trees, climbing and living in the makeshift treehouses they created. Mirage then visited her former home, taking a look around to see what they had done. When she asked how and where the village originally came from, she was outraged by the lies coming from their mouths. Saying the vast land was empty so they took shelter and split the land with other mythical beings. Mirage left the village, she was furious by the amount of lies she had heard, she wanted revenge. She wanted to get back at the ones who caused her and her people pain...and pain is what she will give.

Mirage told her people, it was time to pay the beings back for their foolery and have them experience the pain they felt for so long...And what better way to do that, than to start a war within the land. Mirage will not stop until everyone experienced the amount of pain and treachery she felt.


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Human


True



Other:
In her human form, Mirage doesn't wear clothes when she is exploring. She wears bandages around her chest, between her legs, thighs, upper arms, head and her right eye. Her right eye was damaged severely when her home was invaded, and because of this it can't change not matter how much she tries, despite the fact it healed correctly. On her back she has the tattoo of her family, the Crest of the Crystella-Pearls. Only at home, Mirage will wear clothes in her human form. She will wear a gown and a headdress wore by her mother. Within her true form, Mirage is about 10 meters tall, so she has to stay on her hands and feet in order to be somewhat eye-level with everyone. Her silver eyes a little brighter than most. Mirage blames herself for her parent's death, believing if she was strong enough then they would still be alive.




SPOILERX


Race name:
Roylana Gorganian, Gorganian for short.

Age:
Gorganians age extremely slower than most creatures. The reason why is unknown to them, but they believe it has something to do with their blood, which is why Gorganians aren't allowed to share their blood with others unless necessary. Back in their time, it was believed Gorganians will never die unless killed, but this was proven wrong when Gorganians showed that they can by from old age.

Height:
The Gorganians were known for the great height, this sometimes intimidated some mythical beings because they feared what would happen if they were angered. Sometimes they can be up to 10 meters tall, however, there are times a Gorganian can be about 15 meters tall. Unfortunately, they can be very sluggish due to their height. In their human forms, depending on the Gorganian, they can be really short.

Powers:
Gorganians are very powerful, even though they have one power they all share, Gorganian also have their own powers. Royal Gorganians are considered the strongest of them all, although, it takes all Gorganians decades for their powers to grow.

Weapons:
Weapons are very common within the Gorganian race, not because they want them, but because they are born with them. Sometimes, their bodies have steel-like blades coming out of their skin. They can't change that, even if they wanted to. But recently, Gorganians have to use them in fights and building, due to the war Mirage started between the races. In their human forms, the carry swords they made.

Personality:
Many believed Gorganians were very cold towards others, believing they were better than other beings and everyone should obey them. However, Gorganians are technically considered one of the friendliest beings you would ever meet. They don't like violence and they keep away from those who cause trouble. They really only fight when they have to. When it comes to grudges, they don't really see a point having one, they believe in forgiveness and forgetting what happened. Live is too short to hold grudges.

Recently, the Gorganians have returned to the land they had called home and follow behind their grief stricken queen. They only hope that one day she will be able to let go what happened and accept that her parents died protecting her. All they want is for her to be her happy self once again.

Summary/Appearance:
The Gorganian is an ancient race of reptilian mammal-like creatures. Their intelligence was extremely high as well as enhanced senses and reflexes. According to rumors, Gorganians are said to be more twisted and evil versions of normal looking animals. They have thick armor-like skin that is very hard to cut through unless they are cut in the joints, which is the weak part of the armored skin. Within the Gorganian form, their eyes are a very shiny silver, often said to have pierced through darkness like the stars at night. Each Gorganian is different from one another. Some look like animals while some can look like a darker version of another species.

Government:
Monarchy

History:
Will be explained in RP.
Quote:
Originally Posted by happydeath
Name
Yukito Daishi
Age
His true age is unknown be appears to be around his early to mid twenties.
Gender
Male
Species
Gorganian /Bodyguard to Mirage
Powers
Gorganian Screech
Yukito is only able to use this power for a certain limited time and there are even points that he is unable to control the volume of just how loud he can shout. Using the ability for too long of a period of time can even cause him to shatter his own bones if not cause himself to go deaf for either a long period of time or even possibly permanently.
Corrupted Spark
Unlike the Gorganians that are able to use lightning to even the best of their extent; Yukito's power over the element allows him to use it and cause the lightning to come out pitch black which makes it much more dangerous and more powerful. However, the power of black lightning is not only much more powerful but also more difficult to control; if he isn't careful with his control over the dark element, he tends to even shock his own body and makes him completely stunned for easy chances to kill him. To this day, he practices his techniques to use the dark element to the best of his ability and maybe one day master the power.
Necromancy
This is a forbidden technique upon the people of the Gorganian people since he was told by the people who once raised him to be who he was originally not to ever disturb the dead. No matter where he stands, he is able to reach into the ground of wherever he stands to rip out the souls of the dead for them to do his bidding. Depending on how powerful the enemy he pulls out from the ground; it depends on how many he is able to retract from the ground he stands beneath. Normally, if he summons something along the lines of a near army sized amount of souls; he is unable to move for the entire time that the souls are wandering around.
Weapons:
He carries around with him a large katana around with him; whenever he goes into his true form the entire sword itself becomes the entire blade. He holds onto the blade by where the hilt originally is without being cut.(In picture.) Other times when refuses to unsheathe his katana, he uses a staff that helps regulate his powers over black lightning. Other than that, he would use his fists as his weapon.
Personality
Most of the time Yukito can be described as a serious person at nearly all times; and even to some he can be pictured as someone without any sort of emotion. Although that doesn't mean he acts like that at all times; the only person within the Gorganian kingdom that knows about his emotions about anything whatsoever is the leader of the people, being Mirage. Other than that, whenever he fights or he speaks with anyone outside of the kingdom he tends to be nearly emotionless or serious; he doesn't mean to act this way but he tends to do it self consciously. There are times during battle or speaking that he shows emotion however, those are extremely rare to see from him.
Bio
Since the day of his birth, Yukito was born with what those would call having a silver spoon in one's mouth. Ever since birth, he was spoiled as much as possible; this being both because he was born into a noble family but as well the fact that many Gorganians were afraid of him and his power. Unlike many Gorganians who are born, Yukito was a rare case to be able to be born with the ability of their race's screeching ability. So for a young child, whenever he was upset in any sort of way he would shout to the top of his lungs and at times nearly caused buildings of the ancient city to crumble down to nothingness. Luckily enough, Yukito was born during the time when the Gorganians were the dominant species of the entire world; this meant that the buildings and structures of the ancient city were much stronger and built to last many horrors.
With time passing by and Yukito growing up to learn to control his power of his shouting and how it became even louder depending on his anger; it was only a matter of time before the elders of the Gorganians decided that the best course of action that they were going to be able to take to protect their people and even Yukito from himself was to place a seal into his mouth. This however, did not mean he couldn't speak; the seal is imprinted onto his tongue to keep his ability of the Gorganian screech from being used unless it was removed.
Obviously enough; Yukito did not object to the idea and took the seal to his tongue. Ever since that day, life seemed so much more easy for Yukito since he slowly began to find out about his other powers that were slight less dangerous to those around him; such as his manipulation of the dark lightning and even his forbidden power of necromancy. Instructed that he was to never use the power to bring back the dead to any sort of way; although he was instructed not to practice his power of necromancy, being treated differently due to his seal over his tongue, Yukito had felt alone in the world and decided that he would train himself to control the power to bring back the dead and have someone there for him so that he could have someone or something to consider a friend.
As the years went by and the young Gorganian grew older and older to learn about his mysterious powers; with the fact with the other races starting to rebel against the people of Gorganian and a new ruler coming up to take the throne, the elders that were still alive had decided that it had been best course of action for the time being was to put Yukito as a bodyguard for their new queen's protection.
Picture/Appearance
~human~

~Gorganian~

Other
Whenever he isn't protecting or watching the Queen; even if it maybe rare, he is known to only be training himself in his different forms of fighting, killing; if not just plain mediating.
Dryad

Quote:
Originally Posted by Velvet
Name: Willow
Age: 573
Gender: Female
Species: Dryad/Wood Nymph
Powers:

Flora Transformation - The ability to hide by transforming into trees and other plant species. Cannot move or fight back in this form.

Vine Embrace - Shoots seemingly unending vines that literally squeeze the life out of her enemy's. Can only be accomplished in dryad form.

Regeneration - Has the ability to regenerate lost limbs, heal wounds,and cure diseases. Can also purify water. Regrowing limbs almost always causes her to faint and/or always drains her energy to where she cannot move for hours on end.

Weapons: A wooden bow and arrows and a dagger carved of from an ancient willow tree.

Personality: Being a forest Dryad, Willow is wary and shy of other creatures. She is peaceful in nature, but if her forest and her tree friends were to come to any harm, she shows no mercy. In her dryad form, Willow is not a force to be messed with, but she will not attack unless provoked. Calm, quiet, and shy - one does not usually see a dryad in true form.

Bio: As her name suggests, her true flora form is a willow tree. The original grand willow created her from her own bark over 500 years ago to help protect the forest. Being created from the grand tree, Willow's life is forever connected to it. If the tree was to die, so would Willow. But she could die and the tree be fine.

Willow has spent many days of her long life protecting the sacred tree and doing whatever was necessary to make sure no harm would come to it. And though killing or harming others is not something she enjoys, Willow has killed different types of creatures who have threatened the forest, returning their body to the earth to provide nutrients to the seemingly never-ending lush plants and trees she cares for.

And now with the war raging on, Willow is constantly feeling threatened and painfully watches as the outer bounds of the forests and surrounding forests are turned to ash from fires or simply destroyed during battle. And though it is not natural for a dryad such as herself to stray too far from her creator, Willow has been venturing further and further away in order to attempt to scare potential danger away from her territory.

As the war rages on, Willow has been getting more and more sucked into the dangerous perils of the battles as they move closer to her domain.

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Human:


Creature Form:


Other:
Willow often transforms into a great willow tree to escape from strangers.

Witches

Quote:
Originally Posted by Pink Blitz
Name: Mal'res
Age: 91
Gender: Female
Species: Witch Guardian
Powers: Ability to manipulate arcane forces to conjure and manipulate natural forces, shapeshift, and regenerate from most wounds, though Witchweed is a powerful poison to her kind while cold iron burns to the touch.
Weapons: Spell Sword, an enchanted blade that serves as a focii, much like a staff or wand normally would, made from mithral, dragon's blood used to temper it instead of simple water, the combination making it nearly indestructible.
Personality: In a word, Mal'res is passionate. Any intellectual can learn magic, but real power comes from pouring your emotions into the working, and Mal has almost too much emotion. Many of her sisters have compared her to a tiny pixie, letting a single emotion fill her entirely, whether it be rage or joy or even lust.
Bio: There are many covens across the world, small hidden communities of witches, living together. Like the other races, they are just as caught up in this war, though their allegiance depends on the coven. Some covens pulled away from the conflict, some ally with some of the other races, and some even battle against one another.

Mal comes from one of the covens that isolated itself from the coven, hidden deep in the darkest and most dangerous corner. The witches there seek peace and seclusion, but when Mal was born under a very unusual sign, they knew that she would have a bearing upon all of the covens and the world itself.

Growing up, she showed remarkable aptitude in manipulating both the arcane, and the blade, the first warrior Witch from the Darkwood coven in centuries, and the first to leave for a reason beyond seeking males for procreation. So, on her 91st year, she has set out to discover the destiny for her people.
Picture/Appearance:
Other: Her armor is made from the scales and sinew of the same dragon used to make her sword.

Last edited by Nola; 12-17-2014 at 03:46 AM..