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Old 01-24-2014, 01:08 PM

Allow this thread to serve as my layout guide for character sheets.

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Old 01-24-2014, 01:13 PM

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T E S T I N G



✘ - - - - - - - - - - 腐食/Corrosion



≫ This is the name on my birth certificate ≪
Anna Elizabeth Fletcher
≫ But at camp I want people to call me ≪
Anna
≫ As you can tell, I'm a ≪
woman
≫ I was born ≪
February 14, 1992 (I'm 22)
≫ And I want to fall in love with a ≪
handsome man
≫ Oh, I'm from ≪
Blossburg, Pennsylvania, USA

As far as appearance is concerned, this is what I have to say...
Probably the first word that escapes the lips the moment someone sees me is something about how tall I am. Despite being female, I'm 5-10. I'm the youngest of four in my family, falling behind my brothers Lawrence, Rynn, and Quinton, respectively. Having grown up with three boys, my mother made certain that I never picked up their surly ways for she wanted me to be a prim and proper princess. I didn't want to have that so I would sneak out and brawl with the boys just before supper each night. It's how I have these muscles on my arm. I also learned how to run away from them, so my legs are just as sturdy. Still, I had to be careful not to lose my dainty figure for mother just wouldn't have it. I kept my body lean and, to my despise, grew into a 34-B bra. Mother jokes that they'll grow to a C during my mothering years, but I keep telling her I'm not interested in being a mother. I just want to live alone so I can travel the world.

But I'm getting ahead of myself. Let me take a few steps back and share some more details about just who I am, at least on the outside. I have fawn-colored hair. During the winter seasons, it tends to look darker, picking up hints of red. When the sun stays out longer, my hair picks up more golden highlights. I have blue eyes. I'm not talking dark blue or light blue or gray blue either, I'm saying blue-blue. I usually dabble in some light make-upping so I can highly my frail blond lashes. I turn them black with mascara and I draw a light edge around my eyes to make them pop a bit more. I can't wear blush or foundation as I'm allergic to it so my eyes are all I play with. My lips? Well, I do splash on some watermelon pink from time to time, but that's only when mom gussies me up for church.

I wore a side braid before Katniss Everdeen made it cool. My classmates sometimes tease me about it, saying I'm a Katniss rip-off, but my true friends know I was wearing my hair like this long before the Hunger Games hit the shelves and theaters.

Prior to college, I wore dresses all the time. No, not the sexy dresses, I'm talking the dresses you might see from the 1800s. My mother is very old-fashioned and thought it was a good idea to throw me in such clothing. She, ahem, didn't want me 'playing with the boys' just yet. Funny how now, at twenty-two, she's nagging me to get one. I don't want one so I rebel by wearing baggy cargo pants and military-inspired jackets. I usually slip on a t-shirt or cami to cover up my bust.

So there you have me, in a nutshell. Shall we dive a big deeper and discuss who I am now?

Personality wise, I'm...
I'm naive, straightforward, and quick to react, whether that be offensive or defensive is up to the conversation and moment. I figured it was best to start with my shortcomings so I could get them out of the way. Seems that people always dwell on those and, quite frankly, I don't understand why. Just get them out of the way and move on.

Oh, I'm noisy and I'm told I can be disgusting. I grew up with three, farting, burping, booger-picking brothers. What would you expect? Me to told in my toot and hope it passes? Nope! I'm going to run over to your lap (assuming you're my best friend or brother) and plant that juicy fart right on your leg. Not very lady like of me? Does this look like the face of someone who cares? No, I'm afraid not.

I think that about sums up my 'downfalls.' Perks? Crap, I left one out. I'm moody. Raging hormones do that to a woman. One minute I'm happy as could be and the next... well, I'll let your mind play out your worse nightmares.

Okay, now we're free to move onto little ol' me. The redeeming qualities and such. The ones you want to put on your resume, or at least bring up in the interview. First and foremost, I'm honest. If you ask if that dress makes you look fat and it does, I will tell you. Now, I will be sincere and nice about it. I'll give you tips on how to fix it. But I'm not about to lie and allow you to stomp around all bridezilla like on me. I'll fix you before the world destroys you, okay?

Some call me prude and, yes, I am. I grew up not having a boyfriend and not wanting one. I don't want one because I want to travel the world and be wild and free. I spent too many of my years pent up in the house learning how to be all lady like. I also went to church on Sundays. No, it's not what you think. I'm not that kind of girl. I enjoyed church and I wouldn't take back those Sundays if I could. I think church helped me discover my virgin mind and desire to assist those who need it (I'm talking about the dress thing again).

Let's see... I'm a hardworker. I grew up on a farm and helped with the heavy lifting. I also made sure the garden was always weed-free and watered. I guess you could say I'm neat and tidy, as I had to be to keep the garden afloat. I'm one of those 'task-oriented' individuals, too. People are great and all, but... if I have a job to do, I'm doing it -- with or without the team.

Whelp, I think that about sums up Anna Elizabeth Fletcher. Shall we move onto why I'm here?

So why did I apply for camp? Well, let me explain...
It's complicated. You see, I wanted to visit Japan but mom didn't want me running away to the other side of the world. Naturally, she had my older brother Lawrence google some things in the area and he stumbled upon the camp. Mom, being computer illiterate, sent the camp a letter explaining why she wanted me to attend. I literally finished up college just in time to return home to pack up and fly out to Japan. Mom considered this 'camp' my 'reward' for graduating. I'm not too sure of the camp's details, but the idea of camping in Japan does sound fun. Besides, what's the harm in going? It was free after all (okay, so it's a bit sketchy but I have a classmate from the area who claims the camp is legit).

On the topic of me, I should probably explain my past...
ShareYourCharacter'sHistory

For fun, I'll let you in on a little secret...
ShareYourMainInsecurity






✘ - - - - - - - - - - This is my partner, Takeda


≫ My guardian is blessed by the Japanese deity ≪
Uzume, she is the goddess of dawn and revelry
≫ Because of this, my guardian wield's the power of ≪
intoxication and corrosion

Let me explain my guardian some...
Razor sharp claws, long saber tooth fangs, poisonous stinger tail, and nasty pincers. My guardian mauls the titans to death or kills them with its venomous touch.

As far as partners go...
Not really a huge fan. I absolutely hate creepy crawlers. I would consider a scorpion-cat a 'creepy crawler with whiskers.' Don't get me wrong, I'm thankful, but I would have preferred a horse or dog.

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Old 04-24-2014, 03:34 PM



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TESTING TIME






▬▬▬▬▬ HANNIBAL YESTIN NANCARROW • • • • •
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ as played by Xavi

Bounty Hunter 1
Male
Straight
Thirty
5-foot, 10-inches
Blue eyes
Brunette with near-black roots


Hannibal is one of those guys that you either love or you hate. He's charming, suave, and popular. When he enters a room, people can't help but turn heads and stare. He's handsome and he knows it. He's rich and he shows it. Hannibal's silver tongue and smooth moves often cause women to swoon and men to roll their eyes. Men tend to hate him; women often love him. The way he walks shows off his arrogant grace, but in a way that almost makes him appear human. His smile can light up a room and his sad eyes can make strong men cry.


There is absolutely nothing shy and meek about Hannibal. Loud, rowdy, obnoxious. Center of attention, flirtatious, bad boy swagger. Yes, he has all those traits at his disposal. But aside from being a player, Hannibal is also very honest. Almost bluntly honest. He's also prone to being 'butt hurt' over things that involve trust and respect. If someone betrays him, Hannibal is the first to fall off the face of the earth and avoid you. He hates being let down and he hates getting hurt. He's also not afraid to cry. Odd coming from such a man, but that is Hannibal for you. His emotions run deep when he feels hurt.


On the flipped side of the coin, Hannibal isn't the kind of guy to betray you. He'll always be there for you, whether you want him to be or not. His best friend is Halvard Fylker and he would die for the man. Hannibal has spotted Hal money and has gone out of his way to protect the guy. The bond between the boys is stronger than a friendship -- it's brotherhood. Hannibal is the kind of guy to cancel a date just for the sake of being there for a friend in need. He's a fierce friend and one hell of a guy, when he wants to be.

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Old 04-24-2014, 06:18 PM

Setting up the full profile...

Physical -- Name, nickname, title, age, gender, orientation, hair, eyes, build, skin tone, height, weight, handed, body markings, scars

Mental & Emotional -- Personality, moral alignment, motivation, fears, likes, dislikes, strengths, weaknesses

Spiritual -- Creed/faith, vitues, sins

Attire -- Head, chest, back, legs, arms

Weaponry & Equipment -- Weapon 1, weapon 2, weapon 3

Combativeness -- Hand-to-hand, melee, ranged, magic, mounted

Background -- Kingdom affiliations, marital statue, occupation, history

Other -- Anything else you want to share

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Old 04-24-2014, 06:59 PM

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Old 04-25-2014, 08:10 PM

▬▬▬▬▬ Hannibal Yestin Nancarrow • • • • •
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ as played by Xavi


"Mom always told me that a man is measured by his actions. Too bad gold is worth more...."


PHYSICAL



Nickname Hannibal, Hanni, or Hann
Alias as Hooded Archer Halibal Hanvard, a mix of Hannibal and Halvard's names
Title Bounty Hunter

Age Thirty
Gender Male
Orientation Heterosexual
Hair Brunette with near-black roots with a light amount of stubble (facial hair)
Eyes Blue, though depending on lighting and the colors he wears, they can become tainted with shades of gray, green, or even teal
Build Mesomorph; broad shoulders, muscled arms and legs, narrow hips, minimum amount of fat. Excels in strength, agility, and speed due to medium structure and height. Easily able to gain muscle and strength due to metabolism.
Skin tone About as white as they come
Height 5-foot, 10-inches
Weight 165 pounds
Handed Right
Body markings On the inside of his right wrist is an "X" mark with an arrow tip. It symbolizes clan of hunters who are sworn to protect. Hannibal took up this tattoo when he joined a man by the name of Halvard Fylker on his quest to his kingdom from darkness and violence.
Scars He has a small scar right below his left armpit that he acquired thanks to Halvard Fylker. Best friends since their youth, the two went their separate ways after a scuffle that involved Hannibal taking an arrow to the rib cage. Thankfully, it was just a flesh wound, but it did leave a nice grazing mark.



MENTAL & EMOTIONAL



Personality Hannibal is one of those guys that you either love or you hate. He's charming, suave, and popular. When he enters a room, people can't help but turn heads and stare. He's handsome and he knows it. He's rich and he shows it. Hannibal's silver tongue and smooth moves often cause women to swoon and men to roll their eyes. Men tend to hate him; women often love him. The way he walks shows off his arrogant grace, but in a way that almost makes him appear human. His smile can light up a room and his sad eyes can make strong men cry.

There is absolutely nothing shy and meek about Hannibal. Loud, rowdy, obnoxious. Center of attention, flirtatious, bad boy swagger. Yes, he has all those traits at his disposal. But aside from being a player, Hannibal is also very honest. Almost bluntly honest. He's also prone to being 'butt hurt' over things that involve trust and respect. If someone betrays him, Hannibal is the first to fall off the face of the earth and avoid you. He hates being let down and he hates getting hurt.

On the flipped side of the coin, Hannibal isn't the kind of guy to betray you. He'll always be there for you, whether you want him to be or not. His best friend is Halvard Fylker and he would die for the man. Hannibal has spotted Hal money and has gone out of his way to protect the guy. The bond between the boys is stronger than a friendship -- it's brotherhood. Hannibal is the kind of guy to cancel a date just for the sake of being there for a friend in need. He's a fierce friend and one hell of a guy, when he wants to be.

Although Hannibal isn't shy, he does have a bashful smile when he's around close friends or someone he's very interested in. He almost comes across humble and love-struck in such instances. He'll trip over his words and look like a fool when overwhelmed with emotions of love and joy.

Mortal Alignment Neutral -- Sometimes it's hard to stay neutrally good in a "man kills man" world.

Motivation Even though his mother has moved on, Hannibal still fells obligated to please her, more so now that Halvard sacrificed his life on Hannibal's behalf. Her standards of being a man differ from his but he's hoping that she's watching and smiling down on him. Hannibal wants nothing more than to make his mother smile and be proud of the man he's become; he wants to became that man on his own terms, with his own rules. With Hal gone, Hannibal has stepped in to take over his friend's role. Never again will someone die because someone didn't care.

Fear(s) Losing his best friend, Halvard. Not necessarily by death, either. Hannibal would be crushed if anything came between their friendship. If he thought losing his mother was bad, losing Halvard would be a million times worse as Hal has been with Hannibal since the beginning. Sadly, since Halvard's passing, little to nothing scares Hannibal anymore.

Likes Sexual activities, gold, red meat, gambling, drinking, and hanging with Halvard. Hannibal is all about having fun and doing such fun with good company.

Dislikes Losing, blood, and murder. He cannot stand losing a bet or money. Furthermore, he hates blood and murder. Witches aren't something that bother him, but the idea of a human dying pushes him right over the edge. The last time he saw a dead body he curled up into the fetal position and rocked himself into numbness for five hours.

Strengths
  • Wealth. No matter what happens, Hannibal will always have money. Perks of having a rich ancestry. About five generations back worth of money is all within reach of Hannibal. This money allows him to have top-notch gear and weapons. It even allowed him to get his signature customized scythe.
  • Charismatic. Without a doubt, this is Hannibal's best strength. He can talk to anyone and almost everyone will fall in love with him. Even if you hate him at first, you'll probably walk away wanting to be the guy. He knows just what to say and, if he doesn't pull it off, he'll just laugh it off. He's very well-versed in the world of talking and pleasing.
  • Sexual deviant. There is no one better than Hannibal, or so he claims. He knows exactly how to please a woman and he can last for hours.

Weaknesses
  • Spoiled. Probably one of his greatest weaknesses is that he had everything. He could have become anyone or anything, and instead he chose to screw around and goof off. He's bright, but not as smart as he should be for someone with private tutors. During his youth, he didn't believe in learning and often got out of it. Nowadays, he regrets his childish mistakes and wishes he had spent more time looking at books than breasts.
  • Emotionally driven. Some would argue that this is good, but it isn't. Hannibal is the first to break down and weep when things get too hard. He's easily frustrated at his lack of knowledge and handiness. He's all about the people and the relationship, which angers his employers. People think he's all about socializing and incapable of lifting a finger.
  • Showoff. When it comes down to it all, Hannibal is a showoff. He's flashy and flamboyant. He flaunts his looks and riches. Because he does this, opportunities escape him or he misses the boat. He's been known to fail a job for getting too involved with the women rather than the witches. Because of this, people say he's irresponsible and reckless. But in the end, they call him a showoff because they know he doesn't need the money he can earn from hunting witches.



SPIRITUAL



Faith & Morals Religious has never been something Hannibal has followed. Does he believe that something watches him from above and keeps his mother and friend company? Sure, but he's not sure who it is. On occasion, he'll talk to the heavens and ask the clouds how his mother and friend are doing. Other than that, that's the extent of Hannibal's religious views. As far as morals go, he's never questioned things. He does what he likes and if it feels good, he'll do it even more. He indulges in money and lustful activities, but that's about it. He's fiercely loyal when it comes down to it. He's very accepting and open, not judging people for their past or present. Hannibal believes in redemption and second chances. The hunter is also very familiar with heartache and betrayal, but knows that man can be corrupt and irrational. He's also willing to give someone another try and often looks for the good in people. He would rather spend money on a dying philanthropist job than gamble it away for rich thugs. Sure, he keeps a lot of his riches, but Hannibal has supported over a dozen soup kitchens and children's homes. His mother was all about not for profit work and Hannibal has picked up her kind habits.
Virtues Some might say Hannibal is temperance in his ways. He knows restraint and when to pull back from jobs. He's wary of his actions, especially after turning over a new leaf. Persistent beyond belief, Hannibal refuses to back down or quit. Why, not even death can stop him from fulfilling his dreams and wishes. He will succeed in pleasing his mother and Halvard. He won't take his dying breath until he does. Alongside that, Hannibal is rather kind and enjoys friendship. He trusts without prejudice, unless he is betrayed. Even so, he does give people second chances, hoping that they won't hurt him again. Because of this, Hannibal has become quite a patient man. Yes, he has his reckless, spur-of-the-moment antics, but for the most part, he is pretty calm. He would prefer to find a peaceful solution than seek out violence. Forgive and forget means more to him than full-on vengeance.
Sins Greed is, without a doubt, Hannibal's biggest downfall. He's a rich kid who lusts for even more gold than he already has. Ideally, he wants to build a castle out of gold and he will take on any job, crazy as it might seem, to continue earning riches and jewels. Another sin on Hannibal's list is his lust for all creatures with breasts, assuming they have a pretty face and can hold a decent conversation. Wrath isn't really his style, as Hannibal shuts down around hateful conflict. He isn't envious either, especially after Halvard's death. He used to be a jealous man, but when his friend gave himself up to spare Hannibal's life, Hannibal decided it was time to change. Hannibal is a tad prideful, but he's far from having sloth-traits. He's motivated and willing. By no means is he gluttonous.



ATTIRE



Head/Neck When Hannibal is just being himself, he doesn't like to wear anything on his head or neck. Only when he's being the Archer will he wear a hood to mask his face. He also wears a mask over his eyes to further hide his identity.
Chest/Back Hannibal wears a cropped shirt of chain-mail atop a simple black cotton shirt. Essentially, he wants to protect his heart should someone ever try to stab him there, hence the chain-mail. Over the chain-mail he wears a simple black cotton shirt with a lace-up collar. Hannibal owns a black leather jacket that he sometimes wears if it's cold or raining. Strapped across his back is the sheath for his scythe. It is made of black and brown leather with golden clasps. The sheath for the scythe is a reddish-brown leather holster with purple roses along the edges. All of this sums up his usual look. He only dons the black sleeveless leather vest with a hood when he needs to change his identity. On the back of the vest is a giant purple insignia of the Fylker family crest, a rose woven around a cross. The insignia was hand-stitched on and the threads uses fade from deep purple to lighter tints of violet. The cross part of the crest is made of silvery-purple string and it shimmers if the light hits is just right. Picking up Halvard's bow, Hannibal has modified the bow to collapse so that he can keep it in a sheath that matches the one his scythe is carried in.
Arms/Legs Black leather gauntlet with silver knuckles over a pair of black cotton gloves. A chain-mail wrist brace ensures his wrists don't snap out of place while he's out hunting. A reddish-brown leather belt with a golden clasp that keeps his drawers up. He also wears a purple scarf around his hips to keep his stomach warm and to give it another layer of protection. His pants are tightly woven cotton (jeans) of black. Around his legs are reddish-brown cotton braces that keep his knees from getting screwed up from all his running. With the extra weight on his person, Hannibal took extra precautions with his body. Knee-high leather boots of black protect his feet. Tipped with a metallic silver plate, he can have something get dropped on his toes without them being crushed. The shoes are also waterproof thanks to blubber and fat.



WEAPONRY & EQUIPMENT



Weapon 1 Traditional Recurve Bow and its quiver of 24 arrows. Sleek and functional, Hal's old bow is capable of being used in hand-to-hand combat, as the bow is made of durable materials. The bow is black with golden edges that he detailed himself. Each of his arrows are custom-made and painted black with forest green fletchings. The bow has been modified so it is now capable of being collapsed.
Weapon 2 Flechettes and holster gauntlet, both of which belonged to Halvard. There are standard flechettes as well as tranquilizing flechettes.
Weapon 3 Collapsible scythe. Hannibal custom order/modified this scythe to suit his needs. In its collapsed form, it is about two feet long and can be sheathed in a 6-inch x 4-inch leather case. When he tugs it from its holster, the blade is nicely tucked into the handle of the scythe. Grasping the handle and giving it a good flick will release the mechanism that will extend the blade from the shaft. From there, Hannibal can yank the handle and extend the scythe to three different lengths of 2-feet, 4-feet, or 6-feet.



COMBAT ABILITY

Rating System
[Perfect] - [Excellent] - [Above Average] - [Average] - [Below Average] - [Poor] - [Terrible] - [No Skill]



Hand-to-hand [Average] -- He can certainly handle his own if he ever had to fist fight someone.
Melee [Above Average] -- Hannibal is an expert when it comes to disorganized close-ranged fighting. He specializes in not having a plan of attack and making things up as he goes.
Ranged [Excellent] -- Thanks to his scythe's ability to fire blades, he can shoot things from afar. He also has his lasso-whip, which extends his range. In addition to that, Hannibal is a pretty decent knife thrower. Since Halvard's death, Hannibal also took up wielding his friend's bow. Although he's not perfect, he is pretty damn good.
Magic [Average] -- Seeing as he deals with witches and other odd tasks, he does have some skill fighting them. Sadly, he has no magical powers himself so all his attacks are purely human in nature.
Mounted [Below Average] -- Since his horse was killed about five years ago, Hannibal has had a hard time finding a better partner. His old horse was excellent. The new ones (he loses horses all the time) just can't compare, thus rendering his mounted combat below average.



BACKGROUND



Kingdom Affiliation Nibaru. There are a ton of different people in the kingdom (think 27 million), but the kingdom's territory is small. Meaning, everyone lives atop one another. Poverty and corruption runs deep in the kingdom. There's no middle class; you're either rich or you're poor. The city is overrun by monopolies and the lower class is taxed heavily, whereas the rich hardly pay a dime's worth in taxes. The kingdom is run by a board of men; 12 in total. Each one owns a different fraction of the nation and governs it as they see fit. All 12 governing counties are very similar, for the most part. A few are less corrupt and have a very bleak middle class that is trying to survive.
Marital Status Single
Occupation Bounty hunter (ranger); previously a witch hunter
History Sometimes it is hard to really go backwards when there is much pain, suffering, and lost in the history that now defines that man you’ve become today. Though still bound by lust, greed, and riches, Hannibal has come a long way since he was a young adult. He know fights for what his good friend Halvard fought for – for peace, justice, freedom, and truth. Sure, monetary compensation plays a vital role in his willingness to take a job, but Hannibal has really reformed. He is no longer in it solely for himself. Rather, he now sees things with a wider lens. He understands that his actions, though seemingly meaningless, might be the grain that tips a scale.

Hailing from the nation called Nibaru, a crowded but proud and high-producing nation, Hannibal learn how to be acclimated into the fast zone at a young age. People lived atop one another and everything was about time and how time was money. People were driven by their pursuit of wealth, as wealth determined success and a luxurious lifestyle. Having come from probably two of the most influential people of Nibaru, Hannibal’s childhood was everything one could ever dream of.

Arthur Cai Nancarrow married his beloved Elaine Angharat Kay when both were only twenty and eighteen years of age, respectively. The two were destined for greatness – or so the world believed. Sure enough, the two started to grow into their famous roles. Arthur moved up in the chain of command in politics until he eventually made it to the very top. He was dubbed the right-hand man to the governing leader. More or less in bed with the leader of the Nikar-Nibaru, the central sect of the twelve united cities under the Nibaru empire, Arthur eventually was elected to governor.

Meanwhile, Elaine sought a more philanthropic role. She sought to save the poor and so she developed her own infirmary and safe house for those that had nothing. Her clinic was free to those who made little to no money. She was well-loved and well-respected, which did wonders for her husband’s career. With Arthur being very surly and strategic, Elaine came across sweet and gentle. She truly was his softer side.

The night Arthur finally made it to the top, he and his wife found love in each other’s arms. 9-months later, their little boy, Hannibal, was born. Their pride and joy, the two promised that they would continue to bring Nikar the changes it needed. They were working on removing the poor and creating a middle-class. It would be a long and hard struggle, but they had the heart and resources to do it. Arthur came from wealth, oh so much wealth, as did Elaine.

Little Hannibal, though a handful, was to receive strict schooling so that he would have the brains, the power, and the capability of following in his parent’s footsteps. Only, Hannibal seemed to have issues with his schooling. He was rebellious and crying out. Constantly causing trouble and forcing tutors to leave in both rage and upset. Concerned for their child, they sought to throw Hannibal into the public school system, hoping that the contact with others would ‘break him.’ Sure enough, it did. And it came in the form of a boy by the name of Halvard Fylker.

Halvard and Hannibal were inseparable. The two literally did everything together. They even spent a great many hours at each other’s house. Thankfully, the Fylker family also came from riches so the two had much in common. And, to sweeten the deal, Arthur and Halvard’s parents were good friends. This only made the two families very proud that their little boys found each other.

As time progressed, and they grew, it became apparent which of the two had the brains and which had the brawn, or rather, the charm. Hannibal has his father’s suave tongue. He could say anything and get himself out of any and all trouble. He could talk the talk and walk the walk. He was a brilliant man when it came to making friends and stopping enemies. Halvard, on the other hand, started to develop quite the brain and the muscle to back him up. Of course, Halvard wasn’t about to let his friend fall behind, so he coached and trained Hannibal so that they might, one day, open a business together or be partners.

It was probably around Hannibal’s sixteenth birthday where darkness and the harsh reality of life really crippled Hannibal. A wonderful liquor-filled party was underway and, to make it perfect, Elaine decided to go out to the downtown market to buy her son the perfect cake. Arthur pleaded her not to go, but the woman refused to listen. She said that nothing brought more joy to her life than seeing Hannibal happy and this cake was what he wanted most. Gathering up her stuff, she left.

And she never returned.

It was all over the news. Everyone knew what happened and they saw how it destroyed the Nancarrow family. Arthur immediately pulled himself out of politics and locked himself in his laboratory. He never emerged and he stopped interacting with his son. At some point, Hannibal dared to venture into the lab and only discovered that his father had left.

Alone, Hannibal reached out to the only person left in his life – Halvard.

However, Halvard was on his way of going into an apprenticeship for guarding and hunting. Unable to convince his friend to stay, Hannibal lived alone in his father’s castle. He tried to go to school but found the faces too unbearable.

And then, when he turned 18, everything changed.

The sorrow was finally gone from his heart and he decided to really live. He got drunk. He got high. He got reckless. He tossed his potential right out the door. He played around. He fooled around. He got in trouble. He was kicked from clubs. He was banned from bars. And, within 6-months, he was thrown from Nikar.

Alone and on his own, Hannibal moved into one of the nearby Nibaru nations, New Sinbart, and opened up his own pub. He enjoyed the influx of wealth and ladies he received. It was fantastic. Absolutely perfect! Only, that only served his nightlife. So, to keep himself busy during the day, Hannibal sought out an apprenticeship. It was hard to find someone who would take him, but he eventually happened across an anthropomorphic witch hunter. Having grown up in Nibaru, Hannibal was used to all kinds of life, creed, and preferences. He cared not for the fur of his new master, but for what the man could teach him.

From 18-and-a-half until the age of 21, all Hannibal did was scout the forests and learn how to use various weapons. Ultimately, he opted for a scythe as he found its range and grace to be ideal for cleaving off the heads of witches.

In no time, he started to build up his fame and, with fame, came fortune. Hannibal was greedy in this regard, only taking jobs that paid him. He worked alone, which made him worth even more, as most hunters worked in groups. Hannibal, having learned from a grand witch hunter, had perfected his skills. He could smell better than the average human. He could hear better than the average human. And he could see better than the average human. Those were just some of the perks that came with studying under an anthro-hunter. In order to survive, he had to learn how to really hone and use his senses to his own benefit. The man he trained under, Mr. Hofmeister, was preparing for retirement and wanted a young and capable man to replace him. However, after soon learning about Hannibal’s lust for money, Hofmeister died with a grimace on his face and the unkind words of, “Greedy bastard.”

From 21 until 26, all Hannibal did was reap the benefits of being a top-notch witch hunter. His wealth grew and grew, as did his reputation of being a playboy. Then, just before his 27th birthday, Hannibal crossed paths with someone from his past – his father.

The two caught up and although Hannibal was furious at him after leaving him, he was thrilled his family was still alive. His father had left Nibaru and was now living in Sanctum, a nation known for its inventions and alchemy. Arthur asked his son to rejoin him in his new castle and take up learning again, but Hannibal refused. He claimed that he found his gold and he wasn’t going to leave it. Saddened to hear his son had no interest in in the Nancarrow name, he left his son with some harsh, but truth last words before breaking all ties with his son.

For a whole year, Hannibal closed himself off from the world. And the world grew dark around him. Witches rose up and destroyed all he fought to protect. Those he once saved were lost to the cursed beasts. Why, even Hannibal gave up. He threw his life away and just wanted to end it all. Hearing how upset his mother was at who he had become had crushed Hannibal. And, in his weakened state of misery, a witch stalked him and took advantage of him.

He should have died, only something – someone – saved him that night. His father. Though still broken by his son’s lack of responsibility and duty, Arthur couldn’t lose his only son. Wielding his own sword, Arthur mowed down the wave of witches that tried to consume Hannibal. Slowly but surely, Arthur came out on top. Exhausted and covered in blood, sweat, and toil, Arthur collapsed. Upon seeing his father like his, Hannibal found his courage and strength. Scooping the man up, he rushed him to the nearest city. Only, it was a city he had stripped dry of riches due to his greed. They turned him away and his father died in his arms. Or at least he should have. Thankfully, an angel from his past found him and helped pull the broken man from his state of despair.

“Hannibal, your father is safe and well now. He will never be able to see again, but at least he is alive.”

The words taunted him, but Halvard never left his side. Hannibal begged his friend to help him redeem himself, to help him right his wrongs. Halvard, though not wanting to give up his ranger life, accepted and took up witch hunting.

They were unstoppable. They were the best of the best. And they killed without charge. It was all ‘pro bono’ for all of Hannibal’s sins of the past. It took about a year, putting him now at 28, to undo all his damage.

It was time the two go their own ways again. It was time they both fulfill their own life’s wishes. Hoping to redeem himself still, Hannibal decided to pledge his life to his mother. His mother worked for the poor and asked for nothing. He wanted to do the same. Well, he would still receive monetary rewards for his labors, but he wouldn’t be as greedy and ask for more than necessary to survive.

It took some getting used to, but within a year (now 29), Hannibal had perfected his art yet again. All was going well and he was doing a marvelous job keeping the land safe. He protected Nibaru to Rashmaal to Sanctum. It was large area, but it was what he needed to do to keep himself busy.

One day, while out hunting, a rider came up to him with a letter. It was from Halvard and it was a request. His friend, a range – the spirit and protector of Nibaru, needed his help? It seemed odd but he couldn’t avoid the note. Riding back to his homeland, Hannibal made excellent timing. Upon arriving, his jaw dropped. Nikar-Nibaru was gone. It was nothing but a pile of ash and waste. Griping his scythe, he moved across the flattened land and tried to seek the truth of what happened here.

Eerie silence surrounded him and Hannibal felt numb. That was until he heard a faint cough. Turning his horse around, he raced to the faint noise. Digging away the debris, he found the charred face of Halvard.

“Hally, what happen?” His words trembled with fear.

“Hann, brother, Nibaru has fallen.”

With his friend’s life fading, he pushed his horse as fast and far as he could. Arriving in Sanctum, his friend was able to get the medical attention he needed. It took about 3-month to heal, but now that he was better, Halvard was ready to talk.

“We were betrayed. The counsel, the twelve rulers, they turned on us. They forged an alliance with another nation, a nation I know not of, and, in the night, the leveled Nibaru.”

Filled with much rage, Hannibal swore that he would fight tooth and nail until they found the truth. The men rode out in search for answers and that’s when Hannibal finally lost the last bit of his sanity.

They were trekking across a razed field. The scent of fresh smoke still lingered in the air. Shifting off their mounts, the men took to the ground and hoped to ambush whoever laid in their wake. Only, when they did this, they were met with a grand army. An army whose colors weren’t visible. Outnumbered and out-skilled the boys retreated.

Halvard knew that there was no way they could both escape and live. One of them needed to fall to save the other. With tears in his eyes, he screamed to his life-long friend, “Never stop searching for the truth for the darkness hides secrets and lies. Find the light and find the truth.” Turning around on his heel, the ranger readied his bow and tried to slow the assault.

No matter how much he screamed, Hannibal couldn’t turn back. His horse refused to let him off. It just ran and ran until they were enveloped in the fog that veiled the forest. Broken, Hannibal decided he would end it all. No longer would he hunt witches, instead he would hunt the truth. He heard rumors of a group of bounty hunters who fought to keep darkness at bay. Setting out to find that band of rogues, he didn’t rest until he came upon them.

When he did finally meet these men, he told them his story. He explained his suffering, his pain. They didn’t want him, but he refused to leave. He passed all their tests. He knew all their secrets. He had the strength and the means. But they didn’t want him. So he made them want him. He made them need him. And, in time, they accepted him and branded him with their mark. They also bestowed his new weapon upon him.

“You claim that you loved this man like a brother. Brother Fylker was a brother to all of us and he spoke often of you. We believe it is only right that you proudly wield his bow.”

The bow felt odd in his hands, but in a good way. All his emotions, all his fears – they vanished. From here on out, he would dress and fight like Halvard, Nibaru’s Ghost Guardian Ranger. He would protect the weak, he would fight for the righteous, and he would seek the truth and avoid the darkness.

For the past three years now, Hannibal has done as such. He has fought. He had protected. And he has saved. Now, three years after Halvard’s death, a message comes to him. It has the royal Rashmaal seal on it. Piqued, he opens it and discovers that the Kiyomo, the Princess of Rashmaal, is gone. Halvard’s mission, as assigned by the king, is to find his daughter and protect her.

Riding on Rashmaal, Hannibal enters the kingdom late at night. He seems out the king and graciously accepts the job.

“King of Rashmaal, I come to you with bad news. Halvard Fylker has fallen but I, Hannibal Nancarrow , shall take his place.” Whirling around, Hannibal shows off the purple rose insignia on his uniform. It’s the Fylker family crest. “Halvard, though not brothers by blood, was my brother by love, choice, and right. To honor his memory, I protect, serve, and fight in his name.”



OTHER



Extras Loves the color purple and has been hit on by men because of it. Even though Hannibal is straight, he doesn't mind the attention he gets from his own gender. In fact, he'll be the first to blush from such things and will actually thank the giver of such flattery before declining the gesture.
Theme Song Thieves by Sndclsh

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Old 04-29-2014, 02:06 PM

▬▬▬▬▬ AKIYAMA RONIN SAIKI • • • • •
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ as played by Xavi


"No matter what life has in store for me, I will carve out my own path and create my own destiny."


PHYSICAL



Nickname Aki or Akiyama
Title Guardian of the Princess of Rashmaal

Age Twenty-four. Many people mistake the male for being of an older age because his face is often adorned with a stern look, which tends to make him look about thirty-five.
Gender Male
Orientation Straight
Hair His mid-back length black hair has a bluish-purple hue to it and is more than often worn back in a messy pony-tail (but he does tend to let it hang freely).
Eyes His face is donned with a beautiful set of blue eyes that resemble a slender almond shape.
Build Akiyama's nose is a bit too angled and tends to look large in comparison to other noses (but it does suit his face, nonetheless). His slender lips are often drawn tight or seen with a serious expression; however, they do know how to bare a grin and smile. He has a rather muscular build, but is on the slender side of the bulk scale. Akiyama's shoulders, thought broad, tend to reflect those of a woman; most assume this is due to his petite looking size.
Skin tone Hailing from Dromskra, Akiyama was blessed with pale peach skin.
Height He stands close to six feet tall.
Weight Tends to take on the skin-and-bones weight option.
Handed Left
Body markings N/A
Scars None worth noting



MENTAL & EMOTIONAL



Personality Akiyama is a rare breed of man as he operates on a different wavelength. His patience levels are through the roof and, despite being a male, he is an excellent listener. Akiyama often has a calm and insightful approach to situations. He has a good mind that seeks out the truth, making him a pursuer of knowledge. His perfectionist nature goes nicely with his rational mind. Although he is often filled with emotions and expression, there are times where Akiyama can come across cold and emotionless. Because of this, people might not know the individual as well as one might have hoped.

He tends to pride himself in being cautious upon entering foreign situations and will often take a back burner to heated conflicts. He's not really one to add fuel to a raging fire.

Some would say he's a very poised male. He has a friendly aura that often lures people to him. His charming antics and charismatic ways are highly noticed by others, which is why he is fairly well-known. Akiyama is also highly involved and very committed. His unwavering loyalty and devotion to helping others is what most people enjoy about the male. He is not only compassionate, but he is also understanding and very kind. He appears to have high tolerance levels and will often befriend and root for the underdog. He believes that everyone was born with a purpose and that their destiny can be altered based on the interactions of those around him or her.

Despite his gender, Akiyama pays great attention to detail. He's the type of guy that will remember your birthday and will ask how your family is doing. He is, in simplest terms, people-oriented. This trait is often enhanced by his selfless desire to help others. He has a huge capacity for responsibility and is always ready to assume more than his fair share of the work load. He's generous and, because of his devotion to helping others, Akiyama often represses his own needs. This inability to show aggression for himself causes a bit of resentfulness in the lad, as he hates his inability to turn people away. Although these qualities are often good, people can take offense to his constant sense of devotion. Meaning, not everyone likes how much Akiyama interferes with their personal lives. He also have a very strong presence and can come across as possessive.

Although Akiyama is driven to help others due to his sympathetic and affectionate nature, the male does have his not-so-hot downfalls. He can become too attached to people, which causes emotional flare-ups. He also tends to be one of those non-stop talkers when he is surrounded by people he knows. Akiyama also has a tendency to fail at meeting deadlines. He also, at times, can appear very self-centered, though this is not usually the case. The male is also terrible at adapting to new situations. He enjoys following a very straight-forward and well-followed path. He prefers systematic and diplomatic approaches to life and will shy away from spontaneous interactions. He's also horrible at making decisions as he fears he might offend someone if his desires to not align with those around him.

All in all, Akiyama is a well-tempered and friendly guy. He has a big heart and doesn't seem to understand the meaning of the word "no." He is driven by those around him and can appear to be very submissive, heeding no attention to his own desires or needs.

Mortal Alignment Lawful Neutral; he believes in honor, order, and tradition. He does not, however, believe in good or bad. He fights for what fits into his code of ethics.

Motivation Akiyama's only motivation is for the kingdom he serves. He fights for what Rashmaal wants and he will do all he can to protect the princess.

Fear(s) Failure is his biggest fear. As much as he hates spiders and snakes, the man would rather face those than lose of fail. The fact that the princess has escaped him is causing him much grief to the point where he is almost depressed.

Likes Traveling, nature, and tranquil places. Having a mother who was very spiritual and a father who traveled, Akiyama has learned to embrace both sides of life and find comfort in those things. He loves of the outdoors often keeps him outside far longer than he probably should be. Thankfully, the man does not burn easily.

Dislikes Snakes and spiders. He has never liked such creepy things. He is also not overly fond of anthro-people. His disliking links back to his youth when he was wrongfully conned by a fox-anrtho-human. To this day, he doesn't enjoy trusting them for he knows they're still half-wild.

Strengths
  • He has the ability to keep his tongue still even in the most offensive situations.
  • He has the ability to be selfless and self-sacrificing.
  • He is very protective of his knightly kin.

Weaknesses
  • Tends to lure in too many romantic partners, which causes more drama than he wants to handle.
  • His selfless and self-sacrificing antics tend to get him in trouble.
  • His emotions, though a great gift, will more than likely bring about his demise.



SPIRITUAL



Faith & Morals With his mother being a temple-woman, Akiyama grew up learning to love the sky gods. He often prays for rain, sun, and wind. He does not shun other's beliefs on religion and he has no qualms with saying prayers to other god's, even if they are outside his own scope and region.
Virtues Akiyama shows restraint in all that he does for he knows that if he become too quick or selfless, he will lose his honor and justice. Charity, or sacrifice, is another virtue of the young guardian. The day he went to sacrifice himself for his friends is the day he received the heaven's great gift. To this day, he still believe in generosity and helping those in need. Akiyama has diligence and patience, knowing that he cannot win by rash or quick-tempered movements. He knows that to succeed, he needs to stick to his ethics and be at peace with what happens around him. His loyality is fierce and his bravery knows no bounds. This man has little envy and pride within him.
Sins Lust is his demise, at least it is what caused him to lose sight of the princess. Other than that, Akiyama does not have many other sins to his name.



ATTIRE



Head/Neck He enjoys wearing a white scarf around his neck, as he loves the feeling of the piece blowing in the wind. This scarf is sometimes accompanied by a white headband. The scarf and headband are his trademark looks, as is his purplish hair.
Chest/Back Akiyama prefers to don himself in the color black. He usually wears a black kimono, but, from time to time, he will slip into a black button down long-coat with form-fitting black pants. As one might assume, Akiyama rarely wears his armor, as he finds it too stiff to fight in. Opting for his kimono, he prefers the looser outfit, which tends to allow the male to conceal more weapons. He also admits that it fits him better than the suit of armor, commenting that the shoulder pieces are too wide for his feminine frame. (A complete set of his outfits can be found here.)



WEAPONRY & EQUIPMENT



Katana. There is something wonderful about this sleek and majestic weapon. It's speed is perfect and its grace is without limits. It's able to do what man cannot and it extends his reach so that he can attack foes from more than an arm's length away.
Weapon 2 Scythe of Destiny. This magical weapon was bestowed to him the moment he became selfless in a feat to save his friends. The heavens sent down this magical scythe, which grants him with the ability to use magic. Only when holding the scythe can he conjure up magic.
Magic Empathy - This is the ability to discern what others are feeling. Precognition - This is the ability to see things before they occur. Scrying - This is the ability to locate objects, people and places by use of a pendulum, detecting rod, mirror or crystal. Psychometry - The ability to learn about the past of an object by touching it. Mediumship - Ability to see and communicate with the dead (i.e., ghosts).



COMBAT ABILITY

Rating System
[Perfect] - [Excellent] - [Above Average] - [Average] - [Below Average] - [Poor] - [Terrible] - [No Skill]



Hand-to-hand [Average] -- Never one for using fists, Akiyama has the average skill of a fist fighter. He will always opt to use his weapon, so he sees no reason to perfect this skill to a mastery level.
Melee [Perfect] -- Why he can fight with a sword or a scythe, how can he not be a master at melee attacks. Not to mention, he is a knight and a trained warrior. If he were not a true master in the art of fighting, he would not be worthy of protecting the young princess.
Ranged [Poor] -- Akiyama has no experience with ranged attacks and simply cannot assault from on far. He has never used a bow and he does not know how to throw knives or blades.
Magic [Above Average] -- His magic use is fairly easy to understand. When he wields his scythe, he can use magic. Those his magic is blessed by the heavens, it is nothing superior or capable of crippling men or mountains. It is just mere magic that can aid its user.
Mounted [Average] -- During his youth, Akiyama spent some time on horse and he does know his way around the creature. Though it is not his preferred mean of attacking, he is more than capable of using his scythe while on a horse.



BACKGROUND



Kingdom Affiliation Born in Dromskra but now serves Rashmaal
Marital Status Single
Occupation Knight and Guardian of the young princess
History
Family & Birth
Akiyama was the first born child to Blackwell Aras Allen (Arallen) and Saiki Kiyomi Riva (Kiva). Arallen hailed from the city of Redbend and grew up as one of two children. When he was of the proper age, Arallen set off as a traveling merchant. His journeys and trading brought him around the globe, which is why the male has such a soft nature to him (these traits were passed on to his son). It was during these travels that the male encountered a woman in Dromskra that would forever change his life. As if destined to be together, the traveling man decided to ask the woman if she would accompany him on his journeys. Sadly, the woman declined as she was not interested in living such a free life. Kiva was born and bred a priestess as she was the only child to a pair of priests. Pleased with her decision to stay in her homeland, her parents allowed the woman the honor of finding her own lover, as they knew she would put her faith in the gods above the reckless nature of the lustful.

As the years went on, Kiva soon realized that her heart longed for a man that lived life to its fullest. A man who was kind and passionate in all that he did. Kiva was a selfless woman who sought out a compassionate and friendly man. To her luck, the perfect man came wandering into her life. When she discovered it was Arallen, she immediately told her parents. Although they were not pleased that she would not marry a more educated man, they were thankful that Arallen had kept his body pure and only wanted to court their daughter. This act, to them, was noble and it earned the young pair a great many blessings.

About a year later, the two were wed. A little less than a year later, they had their first child of three. Akiyama had his mother's pale features, but his father's dark hair. As his mother would say, "Akiyama was born with his father's kindness and free-spirit, but he got my good looks and selfless heart." His family picked the name Akiyama as it meant mountain. They knew that there son would grow up to be as strong as a mountain and that he would always reach for the sky above him. He would be a dreamer and a free-spirit who had a strong base and great moral core that would keep him grounded and safe.

The Saiki's other two children are Rika (Saiki Riley Malika) and Garth (Saiki Garth). Rika is ten years Garth's superior and Garth is only eleven. Rika is currently engaged to Kaegin (Morri Kaemon Gin).

Birth to 12 Years
To some, Akiyama's life might have been deemed boring and worthless. To others, Akiyama's life helped mold him into the man he is today. But neither set of opinions matter, as it is solely up to Akiyama to determine whether or not his childhood had meaning. As one might expect, the male is thankful for all that he had been brought up with. He learned love, friendship, and kindness from his father. His mother blessed him with the lessons of sincerity, knowledge, and reliability. Between the two, the handsome lad learned of courage, hope, and light. Neither one of his parents were considered sinister people. Each were both very loving and were blessed by the gods for their faithful devotion.

Being the first born to a pair of inexperienced and youthful adults, Akiyama was more or less a lesson that new parents were forced to learn. Though they asked a great many questions, the two knew not everything could be asked. Learning was a crucial road of the adventure of life.

If one were to ask Arallen and Kiva if they would do again, they would simple laugh at the foolish question. "Though our son was not given the best of the best, we did what we must to keep him healthy, safe, and strong. We regret nothing for we know that he turned out to be better than we ever would have imagined. He's our blessing and we love him dearly, no matter." As assumed, the Saiki's love for their son was deeply rooted. Nothing, not even his somewhat rebellious attitude, could sway them away from their happiness. He was their pride and joy, as were his younger siblings.

As a little tot, Akiyama was brought to the temple with his mother. There she would preform her duties (she's a Stormbringer) while her son played happily in the pen beside her. Everyone used to comment on how sweet he was. Someone even mentioned that he might, one day, grow up to be a politician of sorts. He was personable and very friendly, two traits that were rare to find in a newborn. Not only was he kind and sympathetic, but he was also peaceful and without screaming fits. A smile was always on the baby's face and, even if he got hurt, he would immediately resume to giggling. People often commented that Akiyama was "The happiest little baby I have ever seen. He's quite the blessing."

As he grew and became a little man, Kiva realized she wouldn't be able to keep a watchful eye over him anymore, as Rika had come into their life. Arallen, who had always had a soft spot for kids, decided he would bring Akiyama on his travels. Despite Kiva's scorn, the father and son pair set out to explore the world and open their eyes to a new sect - The Journeymen. Having a knack for understanding people and a thirst for knowledge, Akiyama became a great tool in his father's belt. Whenever the boy fell silent, Arallen would know something was afoot. If the lad was gay and giddy, the male would know they were in good hands.

Having Akiyama with him also proved to be a great lure to getting people to the cart for trading purposes. Being quite the chatterbox, Akiyama was always telling people stories about his travels and his mother's kind touch. He would give a friendly wave, which would draw interested merchants near. It seemed as if Akiyama was doing all the work. Arallen would always joke that he was blessed to have such an inviting child at his side. Together, the pair was able to rack in more than enough money.

Able to return home from about an eight month long trip (Akiyama was about eight at the time; he started traveling with his father around the age of six), the boys were greeted with open arms. Kiva and Rika had grown close and were overjoyed to see the boys were finally here to stay. Akiyama was enrolled in a priest school (the same on his mother belonged to), but his father pulled him out less than four months later. Kiva, believe it or not, agreed that the priesthood was not Akiyama's calling. Together, the two searched for a teacher that would suit their son. This search brought forth an educated man by the name of Morri Hanzo Aiden (Hazen).

Hazen was a new face in Dromskra. He came with one other person, his son Morri Kaemon (later Morri Kaemon Gin or Kaegin) who was the same age as Akiyama. As if destined to be together, Akiyama and Kaemon become the best of friends. The two were always together. They would play together, learn together, eat together, and even sleep together (in a nonsexual way). Hazen took on the daunting task of educating the boys, who, at this time (they were about nine) were more than rebellious and wanted nothing to do with learning. So, Hazen bribed them with an art. They were to lean under him until the age of fourteen and, all the while, they would learn the ways of the sword. Enticed by such an offer, the boys said yes in a heartbeat. To them, this was just a game. Little did they know that the sword would prove to be more than just a toy, but that tale is for later on.

12 Year Friend
As one would assume, the two became the best of friends. Akiyama and Kaemon became an inseparable pair. Wherever one went, the other was sure to follow. Learning together under a great teacher, Hazen (he was actually licensed teacher), the children began to get a grasp for the ways of life. Although Akiyama tended to catch on faster than his comrade, he never let this show. To Akiyama, equality was everything and boasting was nothing more than a sin. He was not a haughty man and, because of this, Kaemon would poke fun at him saying things like "You could really be something better, but you always stay back. You'll be the finest friend yet!"

Having a mother as a Stormbringer and a father as a Journeymen, Akiyama decided he would seek out a sect that would not upset either parent. It was actually Kaemon who suggested he and his friend follow the Order of the Fist and Shield, knighthood. Approving immediately, the two begged Master Hazen to teach them the ways of this group. Sure enough, and without a waver, he taught the two boys of a code unlike any other. Fighting for the weak and defending the underdog. These were the laws Akiyama and Kaemon decided to follow.

Months turned into years and, in no time, it was Akiyama's 12 Year Birthday Eve. Kaemon, who is about a month younger than Akiyama, was granted the privilege of giving Akiyama a new name. Since their first meeting, Kaemon had picked the name he was to bestow upon his best friend, Ronin. As he presented the name to Akiyama on the day of birth of his friend, he explained its nature and said, with tears in his eyes, that "Akiyama is, without a doubt, a wandering warrior whose blade has no fear of defeat."

Although Akiyama does not use this as his primary name, it does not mean he does not adore it. In fact, it is quite the opposite. Not wanting to tarnish the name or allow anyone else the honor of calling him Ronin, Akiyama only allows Kaemon to call him by the name. Akiyama states that it is this way because, "Gin and I share a special bond. I cannot allow anyone to come between us. Though born apart, we are brothers at heart."

No less than a month after Ronin was given to Akiyama, Akiyama was presented with the task of naming his friend. Gin was given to Kaemon because, according to Akiyama, his friend had a "heart of silver." Morri Kaemon Gin would eventually decide to be referred to as Kaegin; however, Akiyama still calls him Gin.

Obtaining a Holy Weapon
By the age of fourteen, Akiyama had become the man he was going to forever be. His father took him about and showed him the horrors of life as well as the joys. A woman was produced for Akiyama, but she ended up dying of a heart attack before Akiyama was able to engage in any pleasurable activities (because of this, he is fears loving people and is still a virgin). Although his day was more than awkward, it did have its perks. When he was allowed to pick but one gift, he, without hesitation, choose the sword that belonged to his great-great grandfather.

Upon picking the katana, he was enrolled in the militia and was to serve and protect his people. Put under the wing of a handsome young looking man by the name of Blackwell Cai Ilynn (Cailynn), Akiyama was to start his new life as an apprentice to a master swordsmen (twenty-two at the time). Already having a basic grasp for fighting (he had Hazen to thank), the male flew through the ranks and eventually landed as Cailynn's right hand man. Kaegin who, too, chose the military lifestyle, worked right along Akiyama, serving as Cailynn's left hand man.

The three were eventually removed from the militia and were sent on to patrol the nation. Cailynn, Akiyama, and Kaegin were more than excited to accept their duty to serve and protect. Embracing the new job, the eighteen year old Akiyama set off on a journey that would forever change his life. His strength, thought not the strongest muscle-wise, laid in his heart and charm. His speed and nimbleness were further enhanced as were his witty tactics. Although he was not the brawn of the group, he was, without a doubt, the well-spoken and keen leader.

Four years had passed since the three had become patrol men. From time to time they would escort caravans, assist hunters, and even aid the wary back toward the cities. Although they were all kind men, they had earned themselves a nifty little title as the "troublesome trio." Granted, their troublesome ways weren't because they were ill-hearted or evil. No, they were troublesome because whenever an enemy came into their path, they (the enemy) would beg for mercy. The three swordsmen were, without a doubt, peerless in their time of reign. And, because of this, Kaegin and Cailynn grew cocky, but Akiyama always kept his pure heart and continued to fight for the less fortunate.

It was one day when Cailynn and Kaegin were sparring that trouble came knocking. A man with golden eyes were leading a group of men toward the city they were to protect that evening. He took down Kaegin without breaking a sweat and Cailynn fell just as easily. Akiyama, who was away getting water, came flying back to see the male swing his blade to deliver the final blow and take Kaegin's life. Panicking, the male thrust his blade toward the enemy, knocking the spear from the yellow-eyed fiend's hands.

Heart racing, but in the right place, Akiyama told the man that he would be his opponent and to pay no attention to his fallen comrades. In a final act of compassion, he demanded that his friends seek out help. Reluctant to leave, the two eventually limped off. They would later run into an army and beg with their lives that the troops follow them.

While the two were busy working up a rescue mission, Akiyama was holding his own ground. At the age of twenty-two, Akiyama had become one hell of a swordsman and even surpassed his superior, Cailynn. Fighting tooth and nail, Akiyama finally took a blow that knocked the wind from him. Just as he was laying down to rest, the white light that was before him seemed to call out to him in a godly sounding male's voice.

Do you believe you can create your own destiny? If so, grab on and allow me the honor of changing your fate.

Confused, but eager to save his friends, Akiyama reached outward and seized a long shaft that had a curved blade attached at the end. With his sword nowhere to be found, the lad popped onto the balls of his feet and prepared himself for his last stance. It was almost as if luck was on his side because the swing that came next seemed to cripple the enemy. Just one blow and they were defeated? It was unbelievable. Jaw ajar and body broken past the point of mending, the handsome fellow collapsed in a pool of his own blood. When he would finally come to, he would be in the arms of Kaegin and Cailynn with a scythe strapped onto his hip.

To this day, he does not recall the fight he had and still does not know how he is alive. He remembers greeting death and he finds it hard to believe that his soul was saved. Nonetheless, he is thankful and, to this day, he fights in the name of Alos and the ever-changing destiny that lies before man. Although he is the holder of the Scythe of Destiny, Akiyama does his best not to use the weapon as he sees it as being arrogant and boastful. He only fights with the scythe when his blade is no longer able to fulfill its duty.

Quest for Knighthood
Compared to the rest of his life, this is, by far, the easiest aspect of it yet. Upon awakening from his comatose state, Akiyama was greeted by a group of people called the Rashmaal Royal Guard. Kaegin and Cailynn were then shooed from the room for they were no longer needed. Sad to see his friends go, Akiyama was able to force a friendly smile on his face as a way of saying thanks.

With the two men gone, Akiyama's attention fell on the Rashmaal Royal Guard. More specifically, protecting the young princess of Rashmaal. He embraced his duty with honor and promised he would never let the princess fall or fail.

Still, to this day, he still hates the fact that he was so easily taken in to serve as a knight for Her Majesty. It didn't seem fit. It was almost too easy and it left a bitter taste in his mouth. Nonetheless, Akiyama had become an official member of the Rashmaal Royal Guard. Serving for only two years, the young adult is still trying to understand his role in the grand scheme of things. He often wonders if there is more to being a knight than being hand-picked due to the ability to wield a sacred weapon. With his heart set on a quest for knighthood, Akiyama spent the first two years of his service proving his worth to the Queen. Although he is not the strongest member of the group, or even the fastest, or even the most beautiful, Akiyama likes to believe that he is just as important as his kin. His destiny, he believes, is up to him and he will carve it as he sees fit.
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Extras Akiyama has never once thought about the princess in a romantic way. Their age gap is too great for him. And besides, she's a princess. He's just a guardian. They can never end up together. Still, he's not overly fond of the princess marrying the Prince of Yuua. Akiyama feels that the princess could do better and secretly hopes that she can escape her arranged marriage.

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"I never asked to do this. I never wanted to do this. But by god, I am so going to do this. And I'll prove to mankind that we have what it takes to survive, even if I have to die trying!"

✛ Hello, my name is Jennifer Lynn Walker. Even so, I would prefer that you call me Jenny, JLynn, or JWalk.
✛ I was born a man loving female on December 20, 2273 (27).
✛ I’m from America, but I was put on the German ship and I’m currently employed as a "fixer." Essentially I make people die prematurely and without anyone knowing it was premeditated. Yes, I work for the government.

When it comes to my looks, I couldn’t be happier. Write about your appearance. Height, weight, hair color, eyes. You can write about your typical attire (you do wear some clothes under your suit).
My soldier number is JLW-08 and my uniform accent is a golden orange. I wear a Light/Tank/Stealth suit and my weapon classes are primary (link image of weapon) and secondary (link image).

Personality wise, I'm...
Quirky and unpredictable in simplistic terms. I'm usually a nice, happy-go-lucky, hyperactive, knucklehead, gravity-hating, crazy girl that loves to be happy! Or at least that's who I am when I'm not on the job. I'm also a very serious woman, who knows the gravity of being caught while performing my duties. I'm headstrong (read: stubborn) and aggressive. Assertive, too. I refuse to be pushed around and I will let people know my opinions, bluntly, at that. Some say I appear standoffish and bitchy -- and I am, I won't deny it. Some say I'm impossible to deal with; difficult. I'm a very independent woman; I don't need anyone's help. And yet, I often have people below me. I guess you could say that I'm a natural leader, and one hell of a good talker. I ran rally anyone behind me, if given the resources and chance. I'm great at finding other's hidden strengths and I'm good at making all feel equal and important. And I do all that while doubting myself. I question my worth -- and even my sanity. Killing people? Tch, it messes with you. It makes you cold. It makes you lose your grip on humanity. I just hope that, by doing all this, I will help aid mankind and allow us all to survive just a bit longer. Unless, you know, we can go home.
I didn’t want to kill myself because...
I'm a coward who hates blood. I've thought about my death, but I can never actually do it. Instead, I just grow stronger, more determined to live. I'm smart and resourceful. I exploit these talents, my engineering mind (thanks to mom). I survive because I need to. No, I have to. I know I'm of use. I know I'm important. I know I can help bring about the change we all need. My words are my sword and my brain is my shield. Together, with these two things, I can achieve anything.

On that note, I should probably talk about my past some.
My past was fairly easy. Mom was an engineer (German) and dad was a soldier (American). They were destined to be together, or so I like to believe. Ages ago, when my great-great-grandfather boarded this ship, he came in as a traitor. He met a woman scientist who was trying to pry information out of him. Long story short, they fell in love. They had kids. Their kids had kids and, well, her father was born. He, a soldier, was raised in the American camp on the German spaceship. One day, while he was patrolling his area, he saw an assault in action. Stepping in, he rescued mom and, well, the rest is history.

Let's fast forward some to my graduation from the academy. I was given a test and my results gave me the job I have now. Think CIA meets the KGB, only I'm German-America. I was groomed into my position, a 'fixer.' I kill people when overpopulation becomes a problem or when there's rumor of illness or weakness. Anyone who isn't healthy and young, doesn't get to live. I have the honor of getting rid of them. How? Well, that's my secret to bring to the grave.

For fun, I'll let you in on a little secret...
I'm a female. Since when have women really had a chance to stand up to man's strength, power, and stamina? As hard as I train, I will never outdo my male counterparts. In the end, I will 100-percent rely on their strength to aid me. Sure, I can handle my own, but I don't think I could peel a 200-pound rock off my foot. I'm not strong, but I don't need to be if I can play my cards right.

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♱ ♰ ∞ ♂ ♀ ☿ ❤ ❥ ❦ ❧ ™ ® © ✖ ✗ ✘ ⊗ ♒

■ □ ▢ ▲ △ ▼ ▽ ◆ ◇ ○ ◎ ● ◯ Δ ◕ ◔

ʊ ϟ ღ ツ 回 ₪ 卐 ™ © ® ¿ ¡ ½ ⅓ ⅔ ¼ ¾ ⅛ ⅜ ⅝ ⅞ ℅ № ⇨ ❝ ❞ # & ℃

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➀ ➁ ➂ ➃ ➄ ➅ ➆ ➇ ➈ ➉ ➊ ➋ ➌ ➍ ➎ ➏ ➐ ➑ ➒ ➓

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℘ ℑ ℜ ℵ ♏ η α βεℓℓα

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☠ ☮ ☯ ♠ Ω ♤ ♣ ♧ ♥ ♡ ♦ ♢ ♔ ♕ ♚ ♛ ⚜ ★ ☆ ✮ ✯ ☄ ☾ ☽ ☼ ☀ ☁ ☂ ☃ ☻ ☺ ☹ ۞ ۩

εїз Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ξЖЗ εжз ☎ ☏ ¢ ☚ ☛ ☜ ☝ ☞ ☟ ✍ ✌ ☢ ☣ ♨ ๑ ❀ ✿ ψ ♆ ☪ ☭ ♪ ♩ ♫ ♬ ✄ ✂ ✆ ✉ ✦ ✧

♱ ♰ ∞ ♂ ♀ ☿ ❤ ❥ ❦ ❧ ™ ® © ✖ ✗ ✘ ⊗ ♒

■ □ ▢ ▲ △ ▼ ▽ ◆ ◇ ○ ◎ ● ◯ Δ ◕ ◔

ʊ ϟ ღ ツ 回 ₪ 卐 ™ © ® ¿ ¡ ½ ⅓ ⅔ ¼ ¾ ⅛ ⅜ ⅝ ⅞ ℅ № ⇨ ❝ ❞ # & ℃

∃ ∧ ∠ ∨ ∩ ⊂ ⊃ ∪ ⊥ ∀ Ξ Γ ɐ ə ɘ ε β ɟ ɥ ɯ ɔ и ๏ ɹ ʁ я ʌ ʍ λ ч ∞ Σ Π

➀ ➁ ➂ ➃ ➄ ➅ ➆ ➇ ➈ ➉ ➊ ➋ ➌ ➍ ➎ ➏ ➐ ➑ ➒ ➓

Ⓐ Ⓑ Ⓒ Ⓓ Ⓔ Ⓕ Ⓖ Ⓗ Ⓘ Ⓙ Ⓚ Ⓛ Ⓜ Ⓝ Ⓞ Ⓟ Ⓠ Ⓡ Ⓢ Ⓣ Ⓤ Ⓥ Ⓦ Ⓧ Ⓨ Ⓩ

ⓐ ⓑ ⓒ ⓓ ⓔ ⓕ ⓖ ⓗ ⓘ ⓙ ⓚ ⓛ ⓜ ⓝ ⓞ ⓟ ⓠ ⓡ ⓢ ⓣ ⓤ ⓥ ⓦ ⓧ ⓨ ⓩ

℘ ℑ ℜ ℵ ♏ η α βεℓℓα

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≡ ჻ ░ ▒ ▓ ▤ ▥ ▦ ▧ ▨ ▩ █ ▌ ▐ ▀ ▄

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▬▬▬▬▬ ROLE • • • • •
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Race: xxx
Origin: xxx
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PHYSICAL DESCRIPTIONS:
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Weight: xxx
Body Type: xxx
Hair Style: xxx
THE OTHER THINGS:
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Age: xxx
Scars: xxx
Ink/Holes: xxx
Alignment: xxx


ALL ABOUT ME:
xxx
THE TRUTH:
xxx


SKILLS:
xxx
ABILITIES:
xxx
EQUIPMENT:
xxx
WEAPON(S):
xxx


THAT DARK DAY:
xxx
SINNING SOME MORE:
xxx
CURRENT POSITION:
xxx
REMEMBERING THE PAST:
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LEAST FAVORITE THING ABOUT HISTORY: xxx
FAVORITE HISTORICAL ERA/PERIOD: xxx
THEME SONG: xxx
FAMILY: xxx
PET PEEVE(S): xxx




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Old 12-08-2014, 07:09 PM

★ ☆ ★ NICKNAME ★ ☆ ★
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"Theme Song Lyrics (no more than 5-lines long)"

xxx │ full name │
xxx │ birthday and age │
xxx │ gender │
xxx │ sexual preference │
xxx │ height and build │
xxx │ hair and eyes │
xxx │ unique features │



personality ╱ xxx

history ╱ xxx




★ ☆ ★ Strengths ★ ☆ ★
(pick four)
power (how much damage your attacks do)
stamina (how many hits can you take before blacking out)
resistance (your constitution against the elements, poison, etc.)
agility (your speed and grace; your ability to dodge)
skill (how easy it is for you to learn new moves/command your companion)
magic (your ability to cast spells and/or heal people)
tactical (how you analysis a situation and strategize successful missions)
perception (how alert and aware you are; intuition)
charisma (your ability to barter and persuade people)
luck (how lucky you are in escaping, landing hits, not dying, etc.)
reputation (how famous are you can help you get in or out of trouble)

★ ☆ ★ Weaknesses ★ ☆ ★
(pick three different ones)
power (how much damage your attacks do)
stamina (how many hits can you take before blacking out)
resistance (your constitution against the elements, poison, etc.)
agility (your speed and grace; your ability to dodge)
skill (how easy it is for you to learn new moves/command your companion)
magic (your ability to cast spells and/or heal people)
tactical (how you analysis a situation and strategize successful missions)
perception (how alert and aware you are; intuition)
charisma (your ability to barter and persuade people)
luck (how lucky you are in escaping, landing hits, not dying, etc.)
reputation (how famous are you can help you get in or out of trouble)

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Old 12-08-2014, 07:27 PM

★ ☆ ★ Lieut. PYXIS ★ ☆ ★
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"When you look up to follow the stars
Tell me what you see through your eyes
Sailing the sky to search your soul
I see a universe unfold..."


xxx │ full name │
January 9th; 25 │ birthday and age │
male │ gender │
heterosexual │ sexual preference │
5-feet, 11-inches; mesomorph │ height and build │
black hair with silver fringe; shimmering lavender eyes │ hair and eyes │
his left hand has third degree burns on it from when he tried to save his parents │ unique features │



appearance ╱ Pyxis is a broad shouldered, well-toned man with narrow hips and minimum amounts of fat. He excels in agility, speed, and endurance due to his medium structure and height. His metabolism works to his favor for he is capable of eating a lot or eating nothing, all without hindering his skills. Pyxis slender, soft lips and beautiful, long eyelashes that almost trick people into believing he is wearing makeup. His flesh is very fair in color; so much so that, when he's cold, his cheeks and lips flush bright, raspberry red. Everything about this man whispers beauty. Some argue that Pyxis is not a name worthy of this young man. Why? They believe he should have been graced with a more angelic name. In fact, some might even argue that he should have been exempt from fighting for his looks are so rare in men this day and age. Everything about Pyxis is soft, gentle, and warm.

attire ╱ Tends to don himself in tints and shades of gray for he thinks it compliments him best. His diamond-jeweled armor boots snake up to his knees and his thighs are plated with leather and mail. A simple cotton shirt beneath a vest of mail and metal keeps his chest from fatal blows. Light-yet-durable metallic gloves protect his knuckles to elbow and his elbow up his sheathed by spandex sleeves. A half-cloak of purple drapes over his right shoulder, giving him a rather knight-like appearance. Holding the cloak in place is his lieutenant's badge, a symbol of his rank and authority on the field. Unlike most weapon-wielding units, Pyxis does not wear a traditional helmet. Instead, he opts for a band with metallic plates that jut up and out, giving him what people call ears or horns.

personality ╱ He is probably the gentlest soul you could ever meet. He's the kind of man to wear his heart on his sleeve. There's really nothing negative about him, save for being a bit too well-rehearsed. Some believe he comes across flaky and fake because he rarely utters a word out of order or line. Everything is prime, proper, and perfect. He holds his head with a dignity, but never arrogance. He does everything he can to be politically correct and hospitable.

history ╱ Pyxis has a younger sister that he loves deeply. Losing their parents to a factory fire ten years ago, Pyxis had to take on the role of a fatherly figure for his baby sister. This tragic event severely aged him, wiping away his need for fun and pleasure. The beautiful man learned to give it all up to keep his sister. He took up three jobs to provide for her and sacrificed his grades to keep her well-fed, educated, and happy. It was no easy feat for him, but Pyxis likes to believe he did everything he could for her. Even after joining the Stargazer Patrol, he tried to keep up with providing for her. Eventually, around his twentieth birthday, this became too hard. Thankfully, she had grown to an age where sh e no longer needed a protective brother. When she began of Stargaze age, he tried to pay to keep her out of it but ended up a few grand short. She was shuffled off into training and the two haven't really seen each other. That is... until now.



weapon │ class │
lieutenant │ rank │
boomerang [ x ] │ primary weapon │
rapier [ x ] │ secondary weapon │
he is the only Stargazer known to wield a boomerang so alone is his signature mark │ trademark attack│



★ ☆ ★ Strengths ★ ☆ ★
agility; Pyxis is quick and light on his feet, which is highly unusual for someone of the weapon class
skill; Pyxis has an unusual set of weapons so he needs to have the skill to weld them
tactical; as a lieutenant, Pyxis must have a tactical mind to ensure the safety of his troops
stamina; this was beaten into Pyxis (literally) for he must be able to withstand to the end to protect his men

★ ☆ ★ Weaknesses ★ ☆ ★
resistance; although his stamina is top-notch, his constitution is far from perfect
luck; he's really good at getting himself into sticky situations
magic; Pyxis cannot use magic, period

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Old 03-11-2015, 07:57 PM

[ a b o u t ]
Gindart Wexbuero is his full elven name, and since it's not a common name, he often goes by Gin. Gin is a twenty-five year old of the Ashelynn Elf Tribe (Ashelynn is a tundra-like village just on the foot of an inactive volcano) who stands a whooping 6-foot, 5-inches tall. His body, lean with years of hunting on a tundra, has endured a great many harsh winters. His golden orbs are savory and rich, a window to his inner, softer nature. And his auburn hair is a sure-fire sign that he is of a foreign elven realm for many of the folk within the city have never seen an elf with such reddish, dark hair.

[ p o w e r & w e a p o n ]
A magical pair of gloves that grant him the ability to control fire. It should be noted that his gloves do not necessarily harness the power of fire; they merely protect his elven hands from the burning nature of the flame. Despite being of magical decent, Gin prefers not to use his fire for he finds it a huge contradiction to his forest-loving kind. Instead, Gin often utilizes his bow and quiver of arrows as his go-to savior for tight situations. Gin's also very handy when it comes to hand-to-hand or knife combat.

[ p e r s o n a l i t y ]
Comes across as arrogant and stuck up; is actually a rather nice guy who's upset at his recent life's decisions. Long story short, he got forcefully engaged to a woman and is not doing everything he can to escape that life. Upon ending the engagement, he left his homeland and moved to the big city. Much like a wild animal out of its ceaseless fields, Gin struggles to find comfort in the urbanized area. The only thing that really connects him with home is the battledome, the arena were he fights. He hopes that, if he wins, that he can erase his path and start his life anew as a journeyman or knight.

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▬▬▬▬▬ RYANNE SKYTUN • • • • •
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Ryna
Elemental
Female
N/A
Reno, her twin
23
5-11
Deep blue orbs
Black as night cut in the "hime" style


❖ APPEARANCE Even though she didn't get her father's cursed red orbs, Ryna tries her hardest to mimic his look so she wears brilliant crimson eye shadow around her eyes. Like her father, Ryna has a very angular face with a tiny, sharp nose. Her lips are thin and always painted a deep raspberry color. Ryna has her mother's peachy-colored skin, thus forcing the woman to wear white blush to tone down her skin color. Being her daddy's little girl, Ryna strictly wears black. Also enjoying the seductive side of life, Ryna wears a form-fitting black dress with a swoop back and a slit that goes up to her thigh. Around her petite feet are lace-up stilettos. She wears black gloves that run up to her shoulders. Around her neck is a pendant given to her by her father on her 18th birthday; she never takes it off. Whenever she's nervous, she'll twiddle with it and mutter to it, as if it can hear her.

❖ SKILLS Inheriting her father's powers, Ryna is an elementalist of the dark affinity. She can manipulate shadows to her heart's desire. Much like her dad, she welds a reaper's scythe. The scythe materializes from the darkness and takes on a solid form once her hands grab it.

❖ WEAKNESS It must be the Skytun curse because like her father and her brother, Ryna is also terrified of food. Although not a tomato or corn, Ryna's fear of bananas runs deep. Just the thought of one has her fleeing like most girls do from spiders. Aside from her banana phobia, Ryna is also weak to beings of light. Try as hard as she like, an angel's touch still burns her dearly.

❖ PERSONALITY If there was one woman you wouldn't want to cross, it would be Ryna. She's got an unbelievably big chip on her shoulder. One little thing can set her off--with or without your control! Aside from being overly moody, Ryna is also extremely standoffish but in a very pompous and prim way. She likes to tilt her nose up at those that stand beneath her. She more or less thinks she's a queen and forces people into obeying her. Worry not, Ryna does have a soft side. You can easily butter her up by asking her about her father.

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Old 10-27-2015, 06:59 PM


"It's hard to say that I'm back on a straight line.
You see my path is, in fact, just a fault line.
It's in my blood, it's in my lungs, and it won't die.
I fight these words, I bite my tongue so I won't lie.
Though it's me to blame, there is no more shame in me....

I am a stone, unaffected. Rain hell down onto me."



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▬▬▬▬▬ IZZAVIN LARRAK • • • • •
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ name meaning Masked Guardian / Lawful Chaos

Vin or Izzy (called this by loved ones)
Dragon
Male
Heterosexual
273 years old (looks 33)
6-foot, 6-inches
Golden orange
Grizzled green with streaks of silver in his fringe


APPEARANCE Although it's not deep, Izzavin has a long, 2.5-inch scar that runs up his right cheek. He also has long, elf-like ears. These were not done on his behalf but rather the role he was given. Such ears were used to distinguish royal guard dragons from regular human-shifting dragons. Although the act of human-shifting is a feat in and of itself, the royal guard was required to stand out among the rest so that the kingdom could know who to turn to should problems arise. In addition to having these elvish ears, Izzavin also has a slender pair of silver horns that jut out from the same location as his ears. Instead of sloping back, they point upward toward the heavens. In his full-dragon form, Izzavin has these horns. As it is nearly impossible to force bone to retreat into the body when shifting (a tail and wings are different), Izzavin gave up on mastering the skill and just learned to accept the horns. To him, especially now, they are used to label him a target for ridicule and hate. Though, much to his disdain, folk nowadays wear odd color hair and decorate their body with just about anything so, even in his attempts to stand out, he's not really that unique.

As a dragon, Izzavin has what looks like icy scales of smoky silver and blue topaz. However, this is not the case. In board daylight, his shimmering shades vanish due to the lack of shadows and his true color shines through--white crystal. Izzavin isn't too fond of his true color so he actively avoids sunlight as he hates that he's a white (pure) dragon. Taking to the shadows, he would much rather appear to be a tainted, impure dragon for he does not find himself worthy of such an honorable color.

Color aside, Izzavin's size is about 11-feet long from nose to tail and his wing span is 17-feet long. He is by no means a large dragon. As such, he is nimble and capable of fitting into tight spaces. He's also hard to catch, especially when he does break norm and fly among the clouds. His arms and legs each have 3 slate-gray claws that curl down, ideal for ripping scale and flesh apart. His wings are gifted with these spikes too, allowing even his wings a fighting chance to rip apart the enemy. Spikes run down his spine and two, large horns jut out from behind his ear holes (these are the horns that are visible when he's human).


SKILLS Izzavin is able to control what his kind calls "White Magic." White magic allows its welder to reflect attacks back onto the attacker. Moreover, with the power of light comes the power of super sonic speed. In human form, as he cannot fly, he is grounded to super jumps. If he wanted, he could easily leap onto a 3-story building without breaking a sweat.

While a part of the royal guard, Izzavin learned how to create "mirror images," or clones of either himself or an alley. It is no easy feat so he doesn't use it often but it is a great fleeing mechanism. Furthermore, as a dragon with pure magic, he has the unique ability to cure ailments and even heal a fallen foe. His cures are not a save-all, rather just the ability to close up open flesh wounds. Anything deeper and the injured will require a true doctor rather than a white magic caster.

Izzavin's ace in the hole is his "Holy Disintegration Ray." He channels the attack for 2.5 seconds and then projects a concentrated light beam in a line, dealing magic damage to enemies caught in its wake. If caught in the beam without a means of escaping, the beam's damage intensifies every half-second, ultimately crippling the enemy.


WEAKNESS One would assume darkness, but it can't be further from the truth. Izzavin feeds on darkness so fueling the white magic dragon by it's counterpart won't work. Rather, if one truly wants to inflict pain upon Izzavin, they must meddle with his mind. He has ripe images of women (mother, sister, queen) dying around him. Mental mind fucks that target his abandonment and commitment issues would truly shake his core.

Outside of mental attacks, Izzavin is also very weak against ground/earth-based attacks. His body is by no means buff and tanky. Izzavin's build is more like that of a ninja--in and out and striking from afar. If one gets too close, he could very well be crushed to death for strength is not his strong suit. Furthermore, any constricting attacks (like vines or whips) easily loop around his lithe form. And although he has scales of what look like crystal, his chest and neck are made of a fleshy, soft skin. When he was with the royal guard, the King and Queen crafted a chest and neck plate for him to keep the enemy from striking him down. However, since being a part of the traitorous acts, he ditched the attire and strictly relies on his skills and wings (easily the most durable part of him) to shield any potentially lethal blows.


PERSONALITY Alone. Unaffected. Broken. If Izzavin were to describe himself, those would be the words he would pick. He would also include traitor, liar, and backstabber.

Izzavin has always had a lone wolf complex about himself and for a good reason. He was there when his sister died. He was there when his mother died. And he was there when the Queen died. Each death of a beloved female caused him to isolate himself from others. He could barely stomach the thought of working with women when he worked for the crown. However, the Queen assured him all would be fine for she saw the good within. She told him that, if he learned to live with love, that he would never have to cry alone.

What the Queen saw in him was something most saw in him--a broken little boy who was caught in the rift between right and wrong. If the hand of evil took hold, Izzavin would surely plummet into darkness and chaos. If the hand of light guided him, Izzavin would have been a true hero among them all. Sadly, evil spoke first and coaxed a fragile man down a very twisted path.

Still, Izzavin is very much aware of what he did. He's riddled by guilt and often believes that little to nothing will affect him for he is already at rock bottom. He trusts no one, especially himself. When he's on the fence about something, he often assumes he'll pick the wrong choice. Due to this, he becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy and does indeed do wrong. Each time he "fails" to make the right choice, he just loses a part of himself. Soon, he'll feel nothing at all and truly become a stone, unaffected by all.

Although Izzavin seems all doom and gloom, the man does have his perks. When it comes to women, he'll do just about anything to protect and keep them safe. He has no qualms killing a man who beats a woman. Izzavin is also excellent at keeping secrets. He tells no one of that night, not even his kid-sister. Furthermore, he is unbelievably resourceful and gifted with a brain that allows him to turn anything into something that can benefit himself. He's a lone wolf so surviving on his own is something he picked up quickly. He knows what the clouds bring, weather-wise, and what berries and leaves are safe to eat. He's an excellent hunter and makes one mean apple pie.

If truly blessed, Izzavin will grace those he loves with the utmost adoration. His hands, shockingly soft and gingerly in their actions, can braid the finest of hair and whisk away the saddest of tears. If given the chance to show compassion, there is no man whose wooing whisper can match his. A great lover he would be... if he didn't have commitment issues.


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Old 12-03-2015, 02:52 PM


"The fire within burns the brightest in the darkest of hours"
▬▬▬▬▬ NIEKO COLTE • • • • •
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ as played by Xavi

Blackhawk or Nieko
Valsozn ignis (in layman's terms, fire elemental)
Male
Bisexual
Currently single
31
6-1.5"
Vivid emerald orbs with gold fleck near the iris
Rich chocolaty brown hair that, if caught right in the light, can almost look blackish-green


APPEARANCE Perhaps Nieko's most noteworthy physical feature is his 1/2-inch thick tattoo: Upon first meeting Rroy, Nieko always knew he wanted to serve the young Skytun child. As such, when he came of age, he tattooed his face to show eternal servitude to the man. A Colte always serves another, often choosing between one of three clans. Nieko? Well, he decided to do the opposite and, after much research, learned he could serve another clan, a fourth clan not as well known. To serve this specific clan, he would need to tattoo his face with a large black bar that runs from earlobe to earlobe and over the nose. This tattoo symbolizes the void in his culture and grants him the opportunity to serve the not-so-well-known Skytun family.

Mark aside, Nieko also has two silver cuffs on his right, elfish-looking ear. The man also has a hawk tattoo (about 3-inches wide) on his left peck. He has no other noteworthy or noticeable scars or markings.

Nieko's form is rather lithe. At times, he can be mistaken as a female. His body seems to have slight curves, giving people the idea that he might be female. However, when viewing him from the front, you can tell he's a male. Kinda. His flesh is a nice creamy color and his cheeks are often a lovely shade of rose. The male has thick near-black eyelashes that actually make him look like he's wearing eyeliner. His eyebrows are also neat and tidy--not by choice; he was merely gifted with slender, perfect eyebrows. His lips, full and kissable, tend to look like they have a nice, pale pink gloss to them.

The Valsozn often wears the color black as, by trait, he practices ninjutsu. He's well-practiced in the art of silent assassinations so his attire is often tight yet lose enough to allow his body to manipulate itself to squeeze into impossible places. He often walks and runs on his tiptoes, giving him a silent step.

Another signature mark of Nieko's is his beloved black to green to gold scarf. The edges are designed to look like flames, eluding to the fact that he might have an obsession for fire.

Scent-wise, Nieko often smells of sandalwood, salt, and vetiver. There are faint traces of ash and charcoal in his aroma too.


SKILLS Regarding abilities, Nieko is a spit-fire. Meaning, he has a breath of fire. His fire does not have to come from his throat though. No, if necessary, Nieko can conjure it up in the palm of his hand and wield it that way. He can also force it out the bottom of his feet, using it like a cushion if he suffers from a long fall.

Aside from fire-bending, Nieko also as the unique ability to shape-shift into a hawk, or phoenix. This ability stems from his mother who was an Animorphus aves: A crossbreed between a Hume and a bird. His father, also a Valsozn ignis, is the one that taught Nieko's master, Rroy, all about ninjutsu, of which Rroy eventually trained Nieko in.

Nieko is a master of the dual-swords, having no use nor need for a shield. His dual-swords are a charred black color with red-orange hilts. If desired, Nieko can force his fiery powers up the hilt and onto the blade. This technique, apparently rare, is known as the Dance of the Dragons. Aside from his dual-swords, Nieko also packs a few cherry bombs, flash bangs, and throwing knives and stars. In the past, he has trained with sai and hooked swords.


WEAKNESS As expected, Nieko's natural weakness is water. This is not, however, mean that he has a fear for water. In fact, Nieko quite enjoys the water and spending time at the beach. His limitations come into play when he's in the water. He simply cannot hold his breath for long periods of time while underwater. More so, he cannot play in the water for longer. If he stays in the liquid for too long, his lungs become congested, thus leading to pneumonia.

Moreover, humid environments cause complications with his breathing. If he's to be exposed to a moisture atmosphere for prolonged periods of time, he needs to wear a mask or breathing apparatus. Much like swimming in the water, exposure to high amounts of water can cause his lungs to fill with water. Odd as it may sound, he could drown without being in water. As such, Nieko prefers arid places as they do not pose any health risks.

As Nieko is a Valsozn, his body has a unique kill-switch organ. If the organ is punctured, Nieko will die. To date, there is no way of restoring a damaged organ. Nieko's precious organ is located between his lungs. It's a tear-drop shaped organ that connects to his respiratory system. This is the organ that gives him his fiery abilities. It's location, those hidden beneath other main organs, isn't in a safe spot--for most people will instinctively go for the heart or lungs when trying to best a foe. This is one of the reasons Nieko wears his scarf at all times--yes, even when sleeping. The scarf serves as an extra layer of protection, should someone try to snipe his heart out.


PERSONALITY When it comes to personality, Nieko is not at all what you would expect. Although a trained assassin, Nieko isn't known for being cold or even standoffish. In fact, Nieko is a people-person and enjoys the company of others. The brunette is rather cheeky and easy to get along with. He's known for being kind and enduring, almost motherly in a sense. His empathy levels are off the chats, especially for a male. Furthermore, he has no shame when it comes to crying before others. If something is truly sorrowful, he won't hold back his tears. In all honesty, he thinks the comments about men not crying is bogus. To him, a real man trusts his feelings and doesn't hide them.

Aside from being caring, Nieko is also old-fashioned. He doesn't believe in "testing out a mate." If you're interested, you go through the long process of courting. This doesn't mean he'll hold back kisses though! Nieko is all for showing affection through kisses. It simply means he wouldn't jump into someone's pants the second they sleep together. No, he's more controlled than that and, as such, holds himself at high regard.

Nieko is also the kind of man to go the extra mile for his friends. Even if it's an inconvenience for him, Nieko will put aside his own needs to aid his friends, especially Rroy. There isn't anything Nieko wouldn't do for Rroy. Well, maybe a few things as he has been known to contradict Rroy's expectations. Nieko does this because he wants to remind Rroy that, sometimes he's wrong. Nieko's defiance usually lands him in trouble but, with the batting of his lashes and a sad puppy dog face, Rroy's quick to forgive him.

When it comes to religion, Nieko practices none. He believes in himself above all else. He often comments that the fire within him is what guides him on his path. And that, no matter how dark his actions may seem, that they are somehow justifiable. To him, murder isn't always a bad thing. Sometimes it's a way of cleaning up the darkness; preventing it from consuming and ailing others.

If given a mortality alignment, Nieko would be undoubtedly Lawful Good.


HISTORY Raised on the male-only Valsozn planet of Iitua, Nieko began his youth like all others of the planet. He attended the esteemed Iitua Academy, an academy that tried to place students in their classes and lectures based on skill more so than age. However, to keep the classes balanced, a rule was put in place--only a small, exceptional group of students could be placed in a grade level higher than their age.

Although smart, Nieko wasn't quite so lucky. In fact, he was actually bumped down a few grades. This wasn't done as an insult. It was per special request of his father, who wished to train him in the ways of ninjutsu prior to his education. As such, Nieko was held back for two years, to help him hone his meditation abilities. From the ages of 3 to 7, Nieko would sit in silence beside his father, learning the ways of the Colte. Although he hated the isolation, Nieko treasured the time he spent with his father. This would later amplify when, at the age of 7, his father vanished without warning from his life and he would never see the man again.

Having no on-planet mother, for women were not allowed in Iitua, Nieko spent the summer wandering the streets alone. Then, one day, a man by the man of Da'an Mydrim happened upon the lost and lonely boy. Unable to allow the child to wander and live alone, Da'an took him in. Unbeknownst to Nieko, Da'an was a teacher at the Iitua Academy. Adopting Nieko as his own, Da'an enrolled the brunette in the finest academy on the planet.

Nieko began his classes at 7 years of age, whereas the others in his class were only 5 or 6. He thought nothing of it for this was the first time he had any real interaction with children his age. In fact, Nieko enjoyed it and often found that the others tended to come to him when they needed help tying or fixing things.

Too bad that all changed when a new kid by the name of Varun joined the class. The six year old managed to turn all the kids against Nieko, ostracizing him to the point of isolation. Learning to adore the isolation, Nieko trained hard and learned fast, hoping that he might be able to advance a few levels to escape the bully Varun.

Such was not the case though. In fact, it was quite the opposite. Day after day, he was tormented by Varun and his thugs. There was little the academy could do about it either for Iitau was all about producing the finest of men--both brilliance and strength wise.

Nieko's luck didn't start to turn around until the age of 14. The class dynamics had changed some but, for the most part, Nieko was still tormented and picked on by other kids. If only those kids knew that Nieko's soon-to-be best friend would bring about a change no one saw coming....

On his walk home one day, Nieko decided to take the longer, more scenic route back home. This route brought him past a large farm, one he often enjoyed buying vegetables at. While sauntering past it, his eyes glazed over a figure working in the fields. Based on the size and stature, Nieko instantly realized it was a child.

Having no respect for private property, he bounded over the fence and immediately found himself face to face with a black haired boy with taunting, soulless red orbs. His name was Rroy.

"What's your name?" Nieko asked.

"Skytun, Rroy Skytun" the kid replied.

"Well don't you worry, Rroy. You and I will be the bestest of friends."

"Tch, I don't need fri--"

Compelled by compassion, Nieko embraced the raven. And, despite the death glare he received, Nieko found it enduring, firmly believing that Rroy and he would become lifelong friends.

After their first encounter, Nieko wasted no time in getting the boy enrolled at his school. Although 6-years younger than he, Nieko was able to convince the academy to let the boy join his class. Besides, it's not like Rroy would be the only 8 year old in the 12 through 14 years of age class.

Although Rroy ignored everyone for the most part, the raven did pay special attention to Nieko. It was one day while they were in the courtyard that all were made aware of the fact that this Rroy-Nieko bond was a force not to be reckoned with.

Varun, deciding he needed to put Nieko back in his spineless place, started throwing stones at the lithe boy. Stone after stone didn't seem to break Nieko but the taunting, hurtful names slowly chipped away at his core. Unable to bear it anymore, the tears spilled over and he found himself begging for death. There was only so much bullying a boy could take. Besides, it wasn't like anyone was going to miss him. He was an orphaned boy without and real friends.

As Varun moved in for the kill--Iitua Academy does not condone killing; it states that if a boy is killed, it is because he is not fit to wear the Valsozn name--Nieko quivered his lip. He knew this was the end for him. Sure, he had mastered his breath of fire, but he was no match for the boy of water. Sorrow in his eyes, he bowed his head and held his breath. Any minute now, water would cascade over him, sucking away the life he had.

Only, no such thing happened.

Confused, Nieko found the courage to let his eyes seek out his attacker. There, before him, stood an awe-struck Varun. His jaw was completely ajar and jutting from his hands was not the water he controlled but rather... ice?

Hiking up a brow, Nieko shuffled away. Why... why was there ice? Panic, much like the panic in Varun's eyes, caused him to gleam over every student in the courtyard. No one. No one fit the bill. And then, as his eyes shifted behind him, a chill ran down Nieko's spine. His heart skipped a beat and a cold sweat clung to his face. Clammy and fearful, his orbs locked with that soulless red set.

"R-r-rroy?"

Based on his position alone, it was plain as day that Rroy was the master of this battle. His hand, clenched and taut, controlled the ice that froze Varun's fatal attack. A small smirk pulled on his lips. The wind danced in his hair, casting black shadows across his already satanic features.

"Lay a hand on him and I will kill you."

From that day on, Nieko never had to worry about bullying. In fact, Varun apologized to him, asking if they could be friends. Nieko, not being the type to hold grudges, willingly said yes. He also befriended a few other students that year--Arvin, Melik, and Fritz. The six of them would become an unstoppable force and, perhaps, the most powerful set of Valsozn to graduate from the academy in quite some time.

Never forgetting what Rroy had done for him, on his 16th birthday, the Day of Commitment, Nieko branded himself with the Mark of the Skytun. Rroy never asked for it, but Nieko didn't care. Henceforth he would, and shall forever be, a servant to the young Skytun. He would be not only a friendly, but also a tool who would fight fiercely beside him.

In the years that came, Nieko would prove his loyalty time and time again. The bond between Colte and Skytun became a powerful one. They learned to speak without speaking. Their friendship deepened and, at one point, almost became something romantic. However, upon conversation, the two decided their relationship was best as a platonic one. Still, that didn't stop them from casually flirting from time to time.

To this day, the two of them are still best friends. Nieko has truly taken on the title of Rroy's right hand man and he could not be happier. Rroy completed his ninjutsu training and give Nieko purpose. Whatever vision Rroy had, Nieko had it too. Although the means of achieving it varied from time to time, Nieko always did whatever was requested of him. And right now, that request is to kill those who murdered his fiancée.
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Old 12-03-2015, 02:53 PM


"A wind assassin has nothing to hide but himself.
Those who are able to not make a sound
are the ones that can survive against all odds.
Silence is a gift that not all are blessed with.
Those who have it, embrace it and those without it, miss it."
▬▬▬▬▬ FRITZ KENT GERMAIN • • • • •
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ as played by Xavi

Araneae or Fritz
Valsozn ventus (wind elemental)
Male
Asexual
Single and not looking to mingle
25
6-6"
Brilliant cyan orbs
Dull, grizzled teal hair


APPEARANCE Likely not something you'll see, Fritz has a large scar that runs from his right shoulder to his left lower rib. Only Melik and Rroy know about it for it came about during one of their missions. Rroy, who was protecting Melik, had his flank completely exposed. At the very last second, Fritz dove in to shield the raven, taking the full lash of the blade to his back. To this day, Rroy still feels guilty about it but Fritz honestly cannot be happier. He is the only member of their group to have a scar for saving Rroy's life.

Fritz also has a mark in the shape of a spider on his inside left wrist (it's about 1-inch long).

His attire is very seemingly unorthodox but a quick read on Germain lore and lineage explains that this attire matches the attire his ancestors wore. He wears form fitting kevlar-like skin-tight shirts. Atop the shirt is his shawl or cloak. The skin-tight shirt is usually a light, silvery color whereas the shawl is usually darker in color, either charcoal gray or black. He wears jika-tabi, heel-less boots, often black in color, and his pants are special trousers with double-ties that fasten at the ankles, knees, and waist. From his ankles to his knees, his legs are wrapped with a pale gray cloth. This same wrapping material is also used between his wrists and elbows. A material similar to his trousers is also cut in a 2-inch thick strip and is tied around his head. The long tails are constantly blowing in the wind to alert Fritz to the wind's true direction. It's easier to go with the wind, than to try and change it.


SKILLS As a Valsozn ventus, Fritz is graced with the power of the wind. The wind can be both protective and destructive. He can create large wind-shields to repeal attacks or he can conjure up large torrents of wind to carry away an enemy. He's also been known to force people off their toes with a good gust of wind. And he can also do the opposite--pulling people to him by letting the wind guide them his way.

Much like the wind, Fritz can also vanish. It is often hard to see the wind so he has learned to meld and blend with it. It's not easy for patience is key. Thankfully, Fritz is probably the most patient and laid back man you'll ever met.

Naturally, he's also fast. He let's the wind carry his feet great distances at impeccable speeds.

And although it may seem misplaced, Fritz can also summon a large female spider by the name of Sylvia. He rarely does this for Sylvia isn't really a summon. It's more like he can teleport her to his location. Fritz will only call her forth when he is too weak to escape as Sylvia's strength is unrelated to his own. She is merely a mythological creature that appreciates his love of the wind.

Weapon-wise, he fights with a staff, a pole, or a pair of sai. Believe it or not, the three items are actually one and the same. The staff is created by sealing the sai to the pole and infusing it with wind magic.


WEAKNESS Similar to humans, Fritz can get sick. Unlike humans, he can't die from his ailments. The only way to really kill him is to attack his unique Valsozn organ. His organ is located beside his brain and it is attached to his spine and brain. This organ is what allows him to go invisible as well as control the wind. Invisibility is of the mind whereas his ability to control his powers lays within his bones. Fritz needs to use caution with his actions for if he breaks his bones, he won't be able to use his wind. He won't die, but his wind abilities are limited severely. And should someone bewitch or intoxicate his mind, he's abilities to go invisible are no longer possible until the haze wears off.

PERSONALITY Fritz is a quiet man who rarely speaks for he finds peace silence. However, when he does speak, it is usually something worth listening to. The man has been known to talk in riddles and rhymes. He does this not to be an ass, but rather to let people know that interpretation and understanding are key skills to have. As such, it takes some time to get used to him. It certainly doesn't help that he doesn't speak much on top of that so truly coming to terms with the man is no easy feat.

As Fritz warms up to people, his friends will learn that he is extremely soft spoken. He is also very sweet and enduring. Fritz enjoys the finer things in life and has no issues with children. In fact, he rather likes them for he enjoys their innocence. Tea parties and princess makeovers are probably his favorite activities. And, to go along with the theme, Fritz has a sweet tooth and an absolute love for desserts, especially sugar cookies and cakes!

For as tall as Fritz is, he is easily startled. Don't assume you can sneak up on him though. He's not startled in the sense of making him jump from his skin. No, Fritz' startling comes from actions or words. He often assumes man to be bad and women to be a tease. When such is not the case, he will apologize immediately and confess his misguided beliefs.

His fashion sense is a bit eccentric and out of style, but he’s not one to care about others opinions. He prefers to go where the wind takes him and due to this, he’s the most laid back guy you might ever meet. Really, little can rile him.

To go along with everything, Fritz is not the kind of man to fight. He will always look for the most peaceful ways to resolve a conflict. This is not to say he hasn't killed, for he has. It's just... well, Fritz is sick of bloodshed. Still, he knows that there are only two options--kill or be killed. If a peaceful solution can not be drafted, he will do what is necessary. More so when his friend's lives are on the line.

Thankfully, Fritz’s keen eye for detail often gets him (and his friends) out of trouble so it's very rare for him to go to the extremes to save or kill someone. Like his master, Melik, he too is learned in the art of ninjutsu. Since his elemental affinity is wind, Fritz has the unique ability to go invisible. He rather enjoys this because, much like his lack of conversation, it pulls him from one's attention. Honesty, he prefers to be hidden rather than seen. He's not a front-and-center kind of guy. That's Melik's thing.

Still, if you get him with his friends, Fritz's stoic, lackluster traits vanish. He absolutely adores his friends and will strike up a conversation with them without an issues. He's also full of random facts, which is useful for often his comments are foreshadowing something to come. Perhaps he’s got some future sight, but no one really knows if he actually does. Then again, he could just be damn lucky.

Oh, and a word of warning, he's been known to be very forward. He's... well, brutally honest at times.

Fritz also takes his Code* very seriously.

Fritz would likely fall into alignment with a Neutral Good role.


HISTORY His past is rather simple. He serves his best friend, who he calls his master. The two have been friends since his birth. Germain's and Tasee's have been working together for several centuries. According the legend, the Tasee Clan (an earth-based Valsozn Clan) was traveling to a new land when an enemy clan assaulted them.

The Tasee put up a good fight against their attackers but with their numbers falling, annihilation was evident. Then, as if by miracle, the enemy started to drop like flies. Bewildered, the Tasee questioned what would cause such warriors to fall to their death without signs of weakness. Their questioning was answered when a small squad of shawl-wearing men appeared before them. The men looked weathered and tattered, as if they had traveled far behind expected.

"Why have you come to our aid?" The leader of the Tasee asked. A man from the squad stepped forward, his hair a grizzled blue color. "Simple," he stated, "we help those in need. You sought to negotiate peace with the enemy. They refused so took up a defense. Your attacks were calculated and precise, doing all you could not to bring harm to the enemy."

It was that lack of desire to kill that caused the wandering squad of wind Valsozn to partner with the Tasee earth clan. From that moment onward, the Germain swore to protect the Tasee for the Tasee were pure of heart and had a kind, loving soul.

Living up to his family's name, when Fritz turned 3 years of age, he devoted his life to the young Tasee, Melik. From there on out, Fritz acted as Melik's shadow. He was always there to catch the boy when he fell. He was always there to cast a smile on his face. He wiped away all the tears caused by bullies.

It was actually Fritz to urged Melik to befriend Rroy.

"My Master," the 8 year old Fritz looked firmly into Melik's eyes. "I sense peace within him."

"The kid with the creepy red eyes? Peace? Uh, earth to Fritz, he's scary." Melik's lip trembled but he too found himself drawn to Rroy. "Still, if you think he has peace within... we."

"There is also agony and suffering. He's alone. Scared. He needs a friend," Fritz bent to pat Melik on the head, "a friend like you. Someone who's a ray of light. But someone who isn't fragil and afraid to fight."

"Do you really think he'll share our vision, the future we desire? He threatened to kill Varun...."

"His methods are... chaotic. His intention, though, are pure of heart. If you agree, I would most appreciate aligning with him. He would make a great ally. I fear our fate should he end up as our foe."

After their little conservation, Melik bounded up to the raven with red orbs. A handshake sealed their friendship and Fritz, although ill-advised, dipped into a bow before Rroy.

"Although I serve Master Melik, I will do all I can to serve you as well. If Melik is not in any danger, use me as you will."

From that day on, Melik and Fritz were a part of Rroy's team. Occasionally, Fritz would be forced to disobey Rroy but he was always pardoned. Granted, this was rare for Rroy swore that he would protect Melik, thus allowing Fritz to act more freely. As such, Fritz has had the freedom to pursue his own goals and desires. He's an assassin for hire but he's, more or less, used for defending people rather than fighting them.
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Old 12-03-2015, 03:32 PM


"Aren't I just the cutest, little bishie you ever did meet?"
▬▬▬▬▬ MELIK TASEE • • • • •
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ as played by Xavi

Sandman or Melik
Valsozn terra, specifically sand
Male
Pansexual
Currently single
26
5-6"
Reddish-orange eyes with fleck of a sandy golden-brown color around the iris
Rusty red/brown hair that's almost always messy


APPEARANCE When it comes to looks, Melik steals the spotlight. He's the shortest of his friends and quite arguably the most adorable. He's almost always wearing a smile and he really loves to laugh. He talks with his hands and his eyes are always aglow with life. He's a very cheeky fellow with an expressive nature.

Speaking of expression, Melik has been known to wear quite the array when it comes to his wardrobe. He has no issues dressing in frills and lace. Or, to contrast that, fishnet and studs. His suits are always white in color with accents of either red, orange, or gold. If he's not going for the fancy look, he tends to stick with neutral or earthy tones like blacks, grays, hunter greens, or browns. His pants are... unusually bright. Red, orange, gold. He has a bright purple pair too.

Melik enjoys accessorizing too. Hat, scarf, tie, bracelet, belt, necklace, nail polish--he'll wear anything. He likes to keep his outfit fun and fresh. If he's wearing a black shirt with red pants, he'll probably have on a checkered scarf of white and black and a bracelet of white. He's known for being fashionable, sometimes being the go-to person within his group for attire help.

Can't forget his shoes. Melik has an obsession with Converse. He only wears Converse.

As Melik wears a layer of sand over his skin, his body has no scars. Any should-be scars just fall off when he molts his sand-skin (he does this about once a week, unless he's in an active war zone; then it's daily). Mark-wise, he has a small golden-orange tattoo in the shape of a horned lizard is located on the inside right wrist.


SKILLS Melik is eccentric so it's only natural that his choice of weapons be just as odd as he. He mainly uses a whip. Yes, a whip. If it's not a whip, it's his sand, which he can turn into a whip. He also has a fan-blade and a chain-sword. One time he wielded a mighty toilet plunger in battle. Let's just say, the enemy didn't see that shit coming (ho ho ho, puns!). He's also a master of chi clocking, which causes prevents the user from using magical or super human abilities.

As previously stated, Melik controls sand. He can create whips or spikes that erupt from the ground. When shielding, he can create a literal wall or shield to block. He can also coat his skin with a thin layer of sand to serve as a final line of defense. And, when he wants to show the enemy up, he'll conjure up a sandstorm or, if he wants to be theatrical, a pirate ship that will crash into the enemy.


WEAKNESS Perhaps the only element that causes Melik any issue is the element of wind. Water? He can mud-bend. Fire? He can control and manipulate glass. But wind? When his sand gets blow about, it becomes hard to control. The closer the same is together (like in mud or glass), the easier it is for him to use it. Dispersed sand requires concentration and a lot of sweat. Not to mention, it's hard to shield when it's so far apart.

Melik cannot create sand. He can merely manipulate it. This is a weakness, pending location, sand is not always present. He has no mastered his full element nor does he look to. Earth (as in rocks, metal, ground) isn't really his thing. He likes sand. It's coarse and small, something one often overlooks (just like him).

As the shortie is a Valsozn, he does have a kill-switch organ. His organ is located where one's gull bladder would be. It's roughly the same size too. Like many of the others, he can get sick.


PERSONALITY A fun loving sweetheart. That's probably the quickest most direct way to describe him. He prefers cutesy over manly any day. He loves being coddled and snuggled with. He adores all forms of endearment. Gush and shower him with love, he'll soak all of it in. He loves the spotlight.

Odd as it may be, he's a fan of lizards and spiders (spiders because of Fritz). But when it comes to rats and large creepy crawlers, he's absolutely fearful. He also doesn't like ugly things and he cannot stand hairballs. They are 'icky grossy gross.'

Melik hates being alone, so he demands someone be with him at all times--even if it’s his stuffed kitty cat plushie (he calls her Kiki). He loves flowers and eating sweet stuff, but for the love of all that is good in the world, he cannot cook or bake to save his life. He's tried and he's nearly burned down a house. Or seven. Nonetheless, this cutie makes up for his lack of kitchen skills with his charming, innocent mind and large eyes.

Don’t mistake him for being a weakling though! While he isn't nearly as strong as Fritz, he does know all the weak points on a body so letting him get too close is a bad idea! Not to mention, Melik's absolutely brilliant, sometimes giving Rroy a run for his money.

Melik is also fiercely loyal. When his friends are in trouble he won’t back down. He would rather be dead then abandon those he cares about!

Lawful Good would probably suit him best.


HISTORY Melik was born into a family of wealth and riches. The Tasee Valsozn had a monopoly on mining, namely coal and diamonds. It only made sense that they be one of the richer Valsozn names on the planet.

As such, Melik, an only child, was sent to the finest academies to learn. When he enrolled at 5, they were quick to note that he was accelerating at a rate faster than his peers. Bumping him up one level didn't seem to help though. He was still gobbling up the knowledge too fast. Still, they had never advanced a student two levels so he was forced to stay back.

Bored, Melik would often spend all his free time helping his best friend Fritz. Fritz was forced to advance with him, despite not being a genius. It was part of the arrangement. Whatever happened to Melik, had to happen to Fritz. This caused Fritz a lot of mental strain but Melik helped make everything all right.

Finally, at nine-years-old, Melik was allowed to jump ahead another level. The reason? Another student, one a year younger than Melik, had created a learning gap so large that they couldn't ignore it. Melik, being the prodigal child of the school, had to join that class to see if his wits could match those of the new student.

He, much to his displeasure, could not.

Melik had no interest in befriending the scary new kid either. Everything about him was far too scary. That matter was only made worse when he threatened to kill the class bully, Varun.

Time and time again, Varun would pick on the little kid but Fritz, far stronger than meets the eye, would step in and nullify any advances Varun attempted to make. So when the navy-haired boy was finally put in his place, Melik could let out a sigh of relief.

It wasn't minutes later that Fritz pleaded Melik befriend the odd boy. Melik hated the idea but soon came to see things as Fritz did. After all, he trusted Fritz with his life. If the cyan-eyed boy could see light within, then Melik could find it too. In time.

Meandering across the courtyard, he extended a hand to the raven. "I'm Melik," he flashed a grin. "Let's be friends."

Whatever doubt Melik had soon vanished when Nieko came bounding up to the duo. It took only seconds four the four to become the best of friends. Although Rroy claimed it all to be one-sided (where he didn't care) the others knew it not true. Rroy cherished their friendship and Melik purposely brought an extra lunch every day for Rroy. He knew the boy lived on a farm but he never seemed to remember to pack a lunch. Melik fixed that. He also persuaded his father to let him buy Rroy a new school uniform.

The two remained friends even past graduation. Melik swore he would follow Rroy wherever he went as he could not imagine having to work for someone lesser than he. He also asked that Fritz remain with him for he couldn't imagine living without his so-called shadow. Fritz, naturally, agreed to join and commented that if Melik hadn't joined Rroy, he was going to force the shortie to join eventually.

Of course, working for Rroy wasn't an easy task. Time and time again, Melik's morals were tested. Not out of hate or fear, but more so out of concern. Rroy wanted to make sure that Melik could fulfill his desire to bring about peace. To do that, Rroy made Melik face his demons and ultimately told Melik that if he wanted to grow and became a man who could bring about change, he would have to kill his mother.

It wasn't easy.

Later he would have to kill his girlfriend. It was hard to kill the woman he loved but he knew her loyalties laid elsewhere. If he had it his way, he would have just banished her but she was a magical being that could teleport anywhere. Banishment just wouldn't work.

Melik found it odd though. Two people he loved dearly. And yet, he found the strength--no the craze to kill them both. Why? Because Rroy deemed it necessary. It seemed the more time he spend with the raven, the more he learned the truth--that sometimes those closest to you hold the darkest of secrets.

Again, he vowed he would never leave Rroy's side. Having proved his loyalties over and over, Rroy never doubted the boy. He said he never had and apologized for agonizing him as such.

Still, despite the darkness he endured, Melik still seeks out the light. He still laughs and loves. But why? Why would he with such a tainted past?

"Melik," Rroy's voice was soft and rich, "don't ever change. You're the one good thing in my life."

"Eh?" Melik's brows furrowed. "What do you mean good? Fritz, Varun, Arvin, Nieko... they're all good."

"I'm not talking good in that regard." Rroy tapped Melik's heart before leaving his hand on the kid's chest. "I'm talking good within. You're the light to my darkness. Always smiling while I scowl. You can't change. You have to stay... happy."

And thus, Melik remained happy. He knew that, should he change, Rroy would change. Melik didn't want that. He needed Rroy to be strong, to lead. He needed Rroy help guide the world to peace--the peace he so desperately dreamed of.

With Fritz still at his side, Melik knew he could accomplish anything. He had people who believed in him and he had someone who could make his desire a reality. Now all he had to do was find someone worth saving. So when Aleu asked him to join her on her mission, he couldn't say no. Perhaps, finally, he could create peace for those who needed it most.
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Old 12-03-2015, 03:37 PM


"When I have something in my scope, I don't miss.
Whatever it is, I'll either kill it or fight to the death for it."
▬▬▬▬▬ ARVIN VARICK KAISER • • • • •
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ as played by Xavi

Scorpio or Arvin
Valsozn acere
Male
Heterosexual
Single and ready to mingle
29
5-11.5"
Lively yellow-green orbs
Bright acid-green colored hair


APPEARANCE There isn't much else that really stands out when you look at Arvin. His hair alone warrants the most attention. And, yes, that's his natural color. Hair aside, Arvin has a very handsome face. It's one of those faces you're just drawn to. His lips are absolutely seductive. The top lip is lithe and taut where his bottom lip is full and kissable. His teeth, flawless and white, are always visible when he grins. It's an enticing grin that simply pulls you in. And his tongue, why he's been known to torment with it. He seems to be the master of making women swoon. Even his eyes, as bizarre in color as they may seen, dare you to approach him. They're confident and flirty, a lethal mix for women who can't control themselves.

His height, when compared to his friends is a bit on the shorter side, but, as one might assume, he makes this up with his looks. Avrin is often one to remove his shirt and show off his handsome good looks. His arms are quite built as are his chest and stomach. Even his ass appears to be perfectly shaped. There isn't much on the looks side of things can could be considered a flaw, expect that bizarre green hair of his but, even so, people still lust for him.

His bad boy charm is apparent in the clothes his wears. As stated, he likes things that... well, expose his abs or chest. Pending the mood, he could be camo cargo pants and a tight, black t-shirt, or he could be sporting a pair of slacks with a crisp, white oxford and fitting vest. And, for course, there are times where he's only in jeans. Bandannas and fedoras are all fair game too for he does enjoy accessorizing. He does wear a necklace with 3 bullets on it. The 3 bullets symbolize the 3 times he should have died--when he was a kid, when he took a bullet for Varun, and when Rroy lost his right leg in an explosion to save his life.

On occasion, Arvin will wear black nail polish though this isn't often. He is also a fan of straps, belts, and wrappings so there's a chance they will appear in his day-to-day attire.

Last but not least, Arvin has a scorpion mark on his right peck.


SKILLS Arvin loves to fight with his senbon, or needles, as they are so unique and different. He also likes how small they are, making them hard to dodge or detect. He is also a bit of a chemist and will indulge in the pleasure of using poisons to kill people. Last, but not least, Arvin's go-to weapon of choice is a collapsible sniper rifle. His rifle was custom-built by Rroy and will only work when Arvin or Rroy are pulling the trigger.

As he is a Valsozn acere, Arvin is graced with the power of toxins. Perhaps his biggest yet least known trick is his ability to secrete acid from his skin, as sick as that might sound. His saliva is also lethal for it contains trace amounts of cyanide. Of course, he can turn off the cyanide producing glands, allowing him to kiss whoever he pleases without concern. As he is of the toxic nature, he is not susceptible to poisoning or indigestion issues. He could literally eat anything and shake it off with ease.

Regarding this other skills, ever since he can remember, Arvin had always been a slick talker. His tongue always knows exactly what to say and very rarely does he say something he cannot get himself out of. He is also an excellent at puzzles and games. He simply loves solving mysteries and he will often spend his free time working out some strategy puzzle.


WEAKNESS Believe it or not, Arvin's true weakness lays in himself. He is a selfless man that would cast away his own life to save the life of a friend.

Furthermore, Arvin has a rare health condition that, if his body was put under serious strain, could kill him. This health condition, as expected, is linked to his special organ. The organ is located right next to small intestine. If for some odd reason the organ ever opened, it would spew its toxic waste into his small intestine. Since it would have missed the filtration of the kidney and liver, the toxins would devour his body. It would quite literally eat away at him from the inside out.

That being said, Arvin from time to time has to take it easy. As the organ is pinned between other organs, it is under constant pressure. Prolonged used his is powers causes the organ to inflame, which causes irritation throughout his system. It can be severely painful and often causes him bed rest.

When he was younger, Arvin had breathing issues. These still arise from time to time too.


PERSONALITY One might describe Arvin as being a bit standoffish when given a quick first look. He has a haughty air that floats around him and it seems to engulf everything he says and does. This initial observation, though true, is not the whole picture. There are several layers to this man, each revealing a softer side, once peeled away.

On the outside, Avrin takes on the appearance of a bad boy. Your typical charmer. He is well-spoke and is often flaunting his dashing good looks. It's expected that woman swoon him and do their best to feel his exposed chest. He always holds a daring look in his bright eyes, which is often accompanied by a smile. Being blessed with straight, white teeth, Avrin is never shy about flashing that handsome grin around. In fact, he enjoys sharing it with the world because he claims it can "lighten up a room."

When someone is finally able to peel the outer layers away, they will discover that Avrin is actually a very sensitive man. He is often ailed with thoughts that would cause any man to shudder or lose sleep over. Although not the most brilliant man of the group, Arvin does pull a lot of his own weight and he is often lost in thought. He likes to analyze things until he completely understands them, which, as one might guess, is easier said than done. He is often bemused at the little things in life that people seem to take for granted. He enjoys spending time with his close comrades and he cherishes all the time he is able to spend with the woman of his picking. A bit of a hopeless romantic, there really isn't a bone in this man's body that is unjust or violent.

Arvin is your typical joker. He loves to laugh and have a good time, but he does know how to keep up his gentleman composure. He can’t stand it when a guy mistreats a woman. He actually makes it his personal mission to make whomever he is with (dating wise or just flirting) to feel like a queen. But don’t take him as a pushover, or you’ll get your ass handed to you! One hell of a marksman, his throwing needles never miss, and his skills with a sword are just as impressive.

Nonetheless, he loves being the center of attention. He often indulges in gambling and sex, as they are his two favorite forms of pleasure. Other than his cocky demeanor, that isn't much more about this man. He's a hopeless romantic at heart and he simply loves cuddling, although he will often lie and say sex is his favorite thing. With that being said, it's safe to say that Arvin is a one-of-a-kind sweetheart.

On an alignment scale, Arvin would most certainly be Chaotic Good.


HISTORY Character's history goes here in paragraph form.
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Old 12-03-2015, 03:38 PM


"Water makes sense to me. It's mysterious and ever-changing.
I can only hope that someone will say the same about me someday."
▬▬▬▬▬ VARUN O'SEALT • • • • •
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ as played by Xavi

Deep Diver or Varun
Valsozn lympha (water)
Male
Heterosexual
Single
28
6-0"
Deep sea green eyes
Navy-Caribbean hair that glistens and glows like the ocean


APPEARANCE Unlike the rest of his friends, Varun has long, flowing hair that, when not pulled back or up, goes past his shoulder blades. His hair is literally a sea of blue and looks flawless against his golden-tan skin. Even his eyebrows are that same navy-blue color, which means that's his natural color. He has narrower eyes than his friends, which can sometimes look cold or conceited. Varun is anything but cold, personality-wise. Conceited... well, that one's pretty accurate.

Regarding the rest of his features, Varun is toned to perfection. He's very buff and his face is just as square and rigid as he. His lips are about average--not too thin but not too thick. And his eyes? Ah, you could get lost in them. They too are a sea of swirling greens and blues. In a subtle line below his eyes are faint little freckles.

As Varun like to show off his arms (he's rather Thor-like in that regard), he is always sporting a sleeve-less shirt. Usually a turtle neck and navy blue in color. If he's not near the water, a pair of goggles will be looped around his neck. He's an avid surfer (explains the abs, likely) and always wanted to be prepared to splash into the water. Don't be fooled though! Those goggles are more for show than anything else. He doesn't need to use them to see clearly under water.

The pants he prefers are always cargo pants, usually a cream color or brown. For shoes, he's been known to flip between barefoot and brown, leather combat boots. He never wears a belt for he says that's silly to do with cargo pants. He does, however, wear an analog watch. He's the group medic, so to speak, and there are times where he needs to watch the second hand tick.

If he has to dress up, Varun will likely surprise. He looks absolutely dashing in his dark blue suit with a white oxford poking out from the neck and sleeves. He'll even comb his hair back!

Varun has a few scars on his right shoulder and then two lines on the fleshy side of his left elbow. The two on the inside of his elbow were from his birth. The five lines on the shoulder were from when he might have accidentally crossed the line with Aleu. And, if you look closely at his finger tips, you'll notice that there are small incisions on them. He worships his lord once a week and, per the ceremony of old, a small dot of blood needs to be placed on the forehead of the worshiper.

The blue haired man, like the rest of his comrades, has a mark. His is in the shape of an alligator and it's located on his right forearm.


SKILLS Valsozn lympha are known for their ability to control and manipulate water. Such is the case with Varun, only he can take it a step further. The Skytun Clan, a clan of Water Elementals--not to be confused with Valsozn lympha, were famous for their water-based healing techniques. Although Rroy had no water abilities (elementals are born with the ability to use their element at birth), his father still trained him in the art of healing. Rroy learned the moves and the ancient tongue. Having no use for them, he trained Varun the Skytun secret technique. Much to his surprise, the lessons worked and Varun now has the ability to heal minor wounds and ailments.

But Varun's abilities don't stop there. No, he is immortal. Unlike all the other Valsozn, attacking his organ will not kill him. It will actually absorb the attack and act as if nothing happened.

He earned his immortality the day he pledged his eternal allegiance to Rroy. According the ancient text, Enlightened Valsozn are considered gods and have the ability to resurrect the dead. In Rroy's case, as he is known as the "Soup Reaper," so Varun hoped such ancient lore was indeed truthful.

The day the Arvin died truly struck Varun's core. With tears streaming down his face, he begged the Enlightened Valsozn to resurrect his friend. Such resurrections are considered a one time deal and to 'burn' it on a friend... well, it was without hesitation.

However, resurrection is not a free ordeal. To resurrect a soul, a soul must be offered to the Enlightened and eternal servitude to follow. This wasn't hard to Varun to accept for he always believed Rroy to be a god since the day he first froze his water.

Pledging his soul to the Enlightened Rroy, Rroy was able to return Arvin's departed soul back to its body. Of course, this eternal oath did not come without its consequences. His friends do not always tell him everything for they know he will relay any and all information to Rroy. However, due to this impressive pact, Rroy can trust Varun with all his deepest and darkest secrets. Moreover, Varun has a hard time understanding limitations and weaknesses. As he is immortal, he does not have to worry about dying or losing. He can just get right back up and fight again.

Also, there is a rumor those who worship an Enlightened lose a part of their personality. When the pact is finished, the soul is removed. There are claims that this leaves an individual feelings... empty. Perhaps a bit dry at times. And maybe slow to understand. But that's beside the point.

As Varun has no fear of death, he likes his up-close combat. He uses a large, two-handed battle axe. He also has some smaller hatchets on his person, just in case he needs to do some ranged assaults.


WEAKNESS Varun has no weakness. He's immune to illnesses and ailments, nor can he die until the one he worships dies. The day Rroy dies will be the day Varun dies.

Perhaps Varun's greatest weakness is that he has too much time and he doesn't use it wisely. He's not lazy but he's not actively trying to save the world. He is 100% a follower and will not do anything unless instructed. As such, he can appear shallow and useless.


PERSONALITY Despite what's listed above, Varun is not a dull man, especially when it comes to the romance department. If anything, it appears that Lady Lust has graced him with the secrest of charm. Every woman he mets, he treats like a princess. He'll shower her with love and make her feel like the only girl in the world. It's just how he is.

However, the second she shows independence or doesn't need his help... well, he'll bounce. Varun wants to serve and protect someone. It's really all he knows. Some claim it's the curse of being sworn to Rroy. Varun? He thinks it's great. It means he's a knightly prince--or at least that's what he tells himself.

Due to his protective nature, Varun is almost always the one on defense. This comes from the fact that he's not super strong with offensive attacks. But defensive stuff? He's a pro, just like Melik.

Moreover, taking the defensive role up allows him spend time on the field healing his friends. If he had to worry about the attack, he wouldn't have a chance to watch everyone's backs. He enjoys this because it makes him feel important. Not to mention, you don't need to be super smart to heal or defend people. Attacking someone and winning requires brains. Varun, well he has them, but he's by no means the smartest on the field. Rank wise, it would likely go Varun-Nieko-Arvin-Fritz-Melik-Rroy, with Rroy being the genius.

Varun is a big softy too. He might be all big and buff, but underneath it all he's just a big teddy bear. It goes right back to him being a sweetheart to his woman.

With regard to the alignment system, Varun would fall True Neutral. His actions are dictated by Rroy but do not necessarily define who he is.


HISTORY Varun was born with two older brothers who would constantly pick on him. They achieved their powers at 5 and did everything they could to get under Varun's skin. So, naturally, when he was enrolled at the academy, he took it upon himself to be the top dog--the hot shot. Sure, he couldn't use his powers but he was bigger (wider, thicker but not fat) than most of the other kids. In no time at all, he was one of the most feared kids in his grade. And things got worse when he finally turned 10 and unlocked his powers.

For a solid year, Varun would wreck havoc on his peers. There were two in particular that he enjoyed tormenting the most--Nieko and Arvin, the loner oddballs of the group.

Immediately after getting put into his place by Rroy, the blue haired boy had a complete change of heart. His brothers continued to bully him at home but at school? Why, Varun became the nicest kid of them all. He really sought to make a change to repent for all his wrong doings. He even went so far as to isolate himself and take specialized clinical classes. He no longer wanted to hurt people, but rather help them.

One day, when he was walking to the nurse's station (where he studied medicine and the related practices), his eyes caught something strange--a pair of crutches laid haphazardly across the bridge.

A grand river ran alongside the school's grounds. It was how the school got its energy--from a giant turbine. It boasted being a clean-energy school so it harnessed the energy from the water to light the building. Everyone knew to avoid the stream for if you slipped and fell into it, you would definitely drown or be crushed to death.

It was then that Varun realized just what he was looking at. He had seen those strange lime green colors before--so bright and unnatural.

Instantly, he screamed out. He knew the odds of someone being there were slim so he took it upon himself to help the fallen student.

He knew where the fall had started--right on the bridge. It always slick in the morning and the dew didn't help. One misstep and you could fall into the river. The bridge was far from sturdy so even the slightest of weight against the railings would cripple it.

He was no master of controlling water, but he knew he had to try. If he could just hold the body at bay and keep it from the mill, then perhaps someone would come to his aid.

Varun had begun to lose count of the minutes that passed. It seemed as if no one would come to his aid and his body was growing fatigued. He knew he couldn't keep this up much longer but he had to try. Arvin needed his help and he would be damned to let him die on his watch!

"Keep holding him," a voice barked from the side. Varun didn't have a chance to catch the owner of the voice for the next thing he knew, someone was diving into the water.

"Fritz," another voice called out, "can you create an air pocket around his mouth. Best we keep him from swallowing any more." Melik took a stance beside Varun. "Let's see if we can jam this damn thing," he said curtly.

More minutes passed and soon a crowd had grown. The teachers and faculty, not able to interfere for it went against the school's policies, just watched as Varun held the body in place and Melik created a muddy dam. Fritz's brows were slick with perspiration as he tried to keep a steady airflow for the fallen man.

Then, finally, everything seemed to stop. The body that dove into the water finally tugged the unconscious Arvin to the water's edge. Not giving it a second thought, the rescuer, Rroy, began to pump the water from the other's body.

His head shook after several failed attempts. His brows furrowed before that red gaze fell on Varun. "You control water. Pull it out of him."

"I don't know how to do--"

"WELL THEN LEARN!" Rroy's hands were wrapped around Varun's neck, forcefully shoving him toward the body.

It wasn't easy but after a few meek attempts, Varun was able to pull the water from Arvin's chest. Casting it to the side, Varun watched with wide eyes as the body jerked to life in a coughing fit.

Ever since that day, Varun and Arvin were inseparable. They did everything together and became the best of friends. Bit by bit, Varun learned how to cure Arvin of his terminal illness thanks to Rroy's family secrets. Although not 100% treated, Arvin's flare ups became almost nonexistent.

The two joined Rroy's crew and decided they would never leave. This only become solidified when Arvin did the unthinkable for Varun.

The gang was on an espionage mission when things went sideways. They were forced to retreat and on the way out, Varun ended up getting captured. The others had already reached the evac spot so it made no sense to leave and risk capture. Arvin, however, wasn't too far away and turned around to help free his friend.

He did succeed and all looked to be okay. As they made a break for it, Arvin must have felt something in the pit of his stomach for the next thing Varun knew, the green-haired man was diving in front of him.

Blood. There was a lot of it.

What happened next, Varun cannot remember. What he does remember is picking up Arvin's lifeless corpse and running to Rroy with it. He had read than an Enlightened Valsozn had the power to bring back someone. Willing Rroy his soul and eternal servitude, he pleaded that Rroy bring back their friend.

Ever since, Varun has found himself semi-isolated. His friends still adored him but their level of trust wasn't as it used to be. To be sworn to Rroy meant Varun had to tell Rroy everything he learned. Secrets and gossip no longer crossed his ears.

He also took up the unfortunate position of being Rroy's literal punching bag. To revive Arvin, Varun gave up his mortality. He was cursed with eternal life. Although some would argue it awesome, Varun hated knowing that he could never die. Any attempt to save a life was just... well, it wasn't heroic. How could it be? He couldn't die.

Although the isolation is just in his mind, Varun misses the mortal life. His lack of fear for death is what he said makes him boring. He can't understand the fear. He doesn't know what it's like to see life flash before his eyes.

Still, he lives on. He made a promise that he would heal and defend until Rroy's dying breath (when Rroy dies, he dies). As such, he serves as the group's medic. He also does a fine job as the initiator. He doesn't have to worry about death so why not jump head first into the known?
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Old 12-03-2015, 03:40 PM


"Trusting me was your first mistake."
▬▬▬▬▬ RROY SKYTUN • • • • •
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ as played by Xavi

Reaper or Rroy
Enlightened Valsozn gelum and nox
Male
Pansexual
Aleu W. Black
25
6-3"
Taunting pupil-less red orbs with nox // piercing icy blue with gelum
Pitch black hair


APPEARANCE He's got a well-crafted body that stands about three inches over six feet tall. His weight is a bit on the slender side, which makes sense as he's often described as "slightly under the average" with regards to body mass and weight. This body of his is often found wearing garments of dark colors, blacks and grays to be exact. He cannot stand light colors; however, from time to time, he will don himself in the color red. For the most part, his outfits are simple with a bit of an edgy look to them. If he's in a suit, he'll have chains on his pockets or blood splatter on the cuffs. If he's in a sleeveless shirt, he'll more than likely be wearing combat boots and some studded belt around his hips. You could easily peg him for being a "punk" and that wouldn't be too far from the truth.

If we directed your attention away from his attire and were to zoom in on his face, you'll see he's got a fine pair of pupil-less crimson eyes. No, he's not blind, though most people believe this upon first glance. He is, quite simply, born without pupils. Although people would assume this would cause the male problems, it has done quite the opposite as rumor has it that those eyes of his are a gift from the Devil.

With regard to the rest of his face, one would notice a slender pair of pale lips. His nose is rather sharp, but it's not a sheer drop. People might call it perfect, or too perfect. Rroy's overall face shape is a narrow and angular, but not so sharp that it makes him look triangular. His ears are average sized, but they appear to be a little more pointed at the tip, but don't be roped into thinking he's an elf. His ears, though unique, are often masked behind his wispy black hair. That same dreamy hair also masks his eyes from time to time. It is quite long in the front, having pieces sweep down past his jawline. However, the back is usually kept short and pushed up-right. People sometimes mock him for having a "chicken's ass" look to his hair. Either way, at the top of his head, there are usually two tiffs of hair that wing out, doing their own thing. People, more than often, mistake them as be horns. Are they really? Perhaps? After all, he wears the Devil's Curse - red eyes, black hair, fair skin - so proudly.

Although he has no visible marks, Rroy has a curse mark that appears over his left eye. He calls this the "Devil's mark."


SKILLS Out of all of the weapons Rroy has in his arsenal, Rroy holds his scythe to the highest regard. Although he doesn't usually enter combat with it, he does turn to it as a fall-back weapon. Usually, Rroy opts to use his katana when fighting. Its unique, elegant style makes killing all the easier and far more beautiful. Being a master of just about every weapon, Rroy virtually has no limits. He can even turn an ordinary leaf into a killing machine. So, don't be fooled if he doesn't appear to have a weapon on his person. He knows how to make one out of nothing.

Being raised in an unusual way, it isn't hard to believe that brute strength and endurance are his greatest skills. But, what people don't always know is that he is a phenomenal cook. Growing up on a farm obviously helped make Rroy a suburb chef. Another skill that Rroy specializes in is strategy. He's almost always 13 steps ahead of his opponent in all that he does. Ever since he was a little, he was forced to learn how to outmaneuver an opponent. This skill has only further been toned with his aging.

Born as a Valsozn gelum, he has the power of ice. The ability to manipulate ice allows Rroy to create shields, spears, and daggers from the frozen material. He can also ice-hop, which allows him to teleport across the universe on a whim. Well, kind of. He needs to create a pillar first. Once the pillar is in place, he can revisit places he's been. He can also create ice-skin. Essentially, he can coat his skin with a thin layer of ice. It serves as a fail-safe, should something get past him. Granted, it's not easy for his ice-shields are quite difficult to destroy. Oh, and when using ice, you'll never see his scythe. With his ice come his legendary ice-spear, a weapon to truly fear. The best part about ice is that it leaves no trace. When the ice melts, all the evidence is washed away. Meaning, Rroy can commit the perfect murder.

Upon enlightenment, Rroy earned his second power, Nox or darkness. Much like ice, Rroy can wield darkness at will. He can manipulate shadows, he can hide himself in a veil of darkness, he can see in the dark of the night, and he can control the mind (meaning he can persuade people better than the average man). A "these are not the droids you're looking for" would be nice example of what he could do. Anyway, his power of darkness also allows him to summon hellish fiends. Although he has no control over them, Rroy has been blessed with the ability to understand the universal bad guys - spiders, snakes, and wolves. It has been rumored that he can shape-shift into either a large black wolf though there is no proof of this to date.


WEAKNESS There are essentially only three things that can defeat Rroy - the love of his life, tomatoes, and anything infused with the power of light. The first is simple and quite easy to understand. He would be devastated if anything happened to his beloved Aleu. She is also the only person that can get him to cry on multiple occasions. The second one, tomatoes, are a little hard to grasp. Long story short, Rroy believes that they are out to get him and that the tomatoes will, one day, enslave all. Finally, light attacks are quite deadly for Rroy as he is a being of darkness. Aside from these three things, Rroy can still get sick or feel under the weather. It won't kill him, though. Why, even lopping off his head won't work. As he is Valsozn, his death needs to involve his special organ. Upon enlightenment, he grew another one but this one, if destroyed will not kill him--it'll only prevent him from using darkness.

Rroy's nox-based organ is a small gland that connects to his brain. As darkness is a mind-based power, it is linked directly to the brain. The gelum-based organ developed at the bottom of his lung. As the organ grew and developed, it actually ended up causing Rroy's right lung to be 1/4 smaller than usual. The extra 1/4 is were the gelum organ lives. It's protected by his ribs and in an unusual, hard to get to place. Due to its proximity to his heart and lungs, it connects to both. This is because Rroy's body needs anti-freeze pumped throughout it. Not to mention, controlling ice is all about the breath. If you ever watch Rroy use his ice attacks, you'll notice that his breathing changes.


PERSONALITY Rroy has a fierce satanic look going on. He’s haughty and rude at times, but it all goes back to his demonic demeanor and overall look. Besides, he’s not looking for friends because he’s got the best of the best, or so he claims. Which actually leads us to his egotistical ways. He isn't really arrogant, but he can almost appear that way. Cocky, definitely. But, being a wise man, Rroy knows there is a fine line between being a completely dick-ass and a haughty foe.

Loyal and devoted to various causes, Rroy is a leader unlike any other. Persuasive and charming, this sly male can convert just about anyone to his side. He’s not a liar, but he sure knows how to distort the truth to his own pleasures. He’s also quite the rebel and hates to be told that something is impossible. Rroy will, almost always, prove you wrong and make the impossible, possible. He will push the limits of reality and his own body just to prove that he's not a quitter or incapable of doing something. He quite simply refuses to accept defeat.

As previously hinted, Rroy is a born genius. Because of his witty, keen mind, he's able to see things that most would overlook. His intuition and observant eyes have helped him come to power. But with power comes enemies comes fleeing. Rroy is not only quick to react, but he’s also one hell of a runner. So if he does get himself into a sticky situation, he will be certain to escape before harm befalls him (note that he almost looks like he's gliding when he runs, this is because he is; he casts ice below his feet and 'skates' away). Aside from boasting his strengths, Rroy will from time to time find talking useless as he views others as "unworthy of my wisdom." Meaning, he will only disclose information to his friends or those he deems worthy.

All in all, Rroy keeps his promises and refuses to let those he cares deeply about fall victim to his enemies. He would gladly die just to keep someone he adores alive, especially his beloved Aleu. For being this so-called "selfish demon," he's got quite the savior sound to him. Aleu, though biased, often calls him her "black knight in shinning armor."

Rroy is of the Chaotic Neutral alignment. However, he has been known to fall to Chaotic Evil, especially when Aleu's life is on the lines.


HISTORY Character's history goes here in paragraph form.
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Old 12-03-2015, 03:42 PM


"No matter the path you walk, hellish and dark as it may seem, I'll stand by you."
▬▬▬▬▬ ALEU WOLVIA BLACK • • • • •
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ as played by Xavi

Princess or Aleu
Lypheion
Female
Heterosexual
Engaged to Rroy
23
5-6"
Mesmerizing blue orbs
Dark blonde hair


APPEARANCE Like all Lypheion, Aleu can morph into a wolf-like creature. Although not a true wolf, most mistake her as one for her creature build is nearly identical. The only real differences lay in the size and length of the tail. A Lypheion wolf is at least a foot bigger in size than a regular wolf, which allows for a so-called rider. Regarding tail length, a Lypheion's tail is much longer to the point where it actually drags on the ground. The paws might be a bit bigger and the ears longer, but other than that, the Lypheion and wolf look the same.

Since Lypheions can morph into full-creatures, their human forms always has a pair of ears atop their head. In Aleu's case, she has a pair of black ears atop her head. Coming from her rump, is a lovely black and silver tail. Her finger-nails, pointed to perfection, are a natural silver color, much like the claws of a creature.

As far as scars go, Aleu has a small one just above her right index finger knuckle. When she was younger and practicing her shadow-hopping, she landed on the Valsozn planet. Standing in the middle of a tranquil lake, she shared her first gaze with the red-eyed Rroy. Stepping toward him, the two reached out to feel the other. To Aleu's misjudgment, the backside of her hand came in contact with the tip of a blade he was wearing on his person. Although Rroy doesn't know the scar's significance, she can be seen staring fondly at her hand, lost in thought.

Aleu has no tattoos, though she does have a mark. On the darkest day of the year, a crescent moon shape becomes visible on her forehead. It's the mark of lineage as a royal bloodline member.

Regarding attire, Aleu wears just about anything. She has no shame and often enjoys running around in outfits that show of more skin than she should. Aleu's not a whore though she does give off that vibe for she is constantly flirting with both men and women. It's all for play, but her tongue has been known to get her into trouble. She is almost always in boots or wedges. A lovely pendent necklace and matching black bangle are always seen on her, both gifts from Rroy. Around her ring finger is an intricate ring of black and silver handmade by her fiancé, Rroy.


SKILLS As she is the Princess of Darkness, Aleu has mastered the art of shadow manipulation, creation, and control. She has her preferences though, often using the shadows to create clones of herself or using them as whips or kunai (throwing knives). Aleu also uses her darkness as a cloak of invisibility, in a sense. She also as the ability to distort the shadows so that they take on the shape of wolves. These so-called "shadow wolves" can materialize from the ground and fight with her. Another dark-related specialty Aleu knows is shadow-hopping, which allows her to warp from place to place.

As far as actual weapons go, Aleu likes to use dual-daggers. She prefers sneaking and back-stabbing over a full-blown confrontation.


WEAKNESS Despite being of the dark affinity, light is not Aleu's weakness. Her darkness, though her power, comes from her position more so than it does anything else. Her fatality comes from what would be considered normal ways of dying. She can drown, be burned alive, die from hypothermia, bleed out, etc. There is no one thing that really serves as a weakness with a means for killing her quickly.

She does have fears though. Aleu has never been a fan of unstable ground. She loves heights for heights allow her hair to dance in the wind. She just likes big, stable boulders to face the wind on. Skinny, narrow paths? No, that's not her thing.

Aleu also dislikes excessive gore, which is odd knowing that she's a wild animal. She has learned to stomach if but still feels faith when too much blood is involved.

Oh, and like humans, she's susceptible to all kinds of diseases and sicknesses. Although part wolf, her stomach is not poison-proof. And, as she is Lypheion, she does have natural allergies and must avoid certain foods to prevent getting sick.

Shadow-hopping also has its own weakness. If Aleu is hurt while warping, her body can get ripped to shreds as it phase between shadow-portals. That being said, she needs to make her timing flawless or face the pain of having your body transverse between two locations. Shadow-hopping in and of itself is a fatiguing power. Now imagine being injured? It's just not a wise power to use.


PERSONALITY As previously mentioned, Aleu is a flirt. She holds nothing back, always speaking from her heart and off the cuff. She has a silver tongue and often uses this to twist people to do as she wishes. And if that doesn't work, she has no problem playing dirty and bringing pain into the game.

Aleu has been known to snap for no apparent reason. Some claim it's because she's part wild animal. Others wager it's because she's a woman. Regardless, hell hath no fury like that of Aleu scorn! Get her to the point of rage and you'll likely beg for death for mercy isn't something she willingly gives out. Cross her once, she'll forgive you. Cross her twice and she'll sink those fangs in you. A third time? Well, let's just say there will never be a fourth with her.

Wrath alone does not run through her veins. Aleu has also been known to be quite envious, especially when it comes to Rroy. Should eyes wander on her mate, she will make certain those eyes never fall on him again. She is quick to boast about who she's engaged to. She is even quicker to shove her lips on his just to prove her point--yes, even before a public. Again, she has no shame when it comes to portraying her love for the man she's to wed.

When it comes brains, she's quite brilliant. She has a different approach on life, likely from bouncing between races and personalities throughout her youth. Learning a great deal from so many cultures has given Aleu perspective. It's also given her a sound gut instinct. If something doesn't seem right, she'll listen to what her gut tells her. Later on, she'll learn that she, 99% of the time, was right with that first instinct.

The Lypheion is also very sympathetic. She's a great friend, especially when it comes to a shoulder to cry on or a pair of ears to listen. She's fiercely loyal and would die for her friends or lover. Some might call this reckless, but Aleu calls it love. She's been known to commit herself too much to a cause. But, at the same time, she's also been known to completely remove herself from things, void of all emotion and feeling. Again, people attribute this to the fact that she is Lypheion. She could run with a pack or be a lone wolf, neither truly phase her. Though, after finding Rroy, it's hard to believe she would give him up to be a lone ranger again.

Aleu would likely be Neutral Good on an alignment chart.


HISTORY With a demon father and a Lypheion mother, it's no wonder Aleu turned out the way she is now.

Her mother, Helen, a pure white Lypheion with the power of fire, came to love the very demon that kept rule over the deceased, corrupt souls. She claims their meeting was fate. She, the alpha female, was to seek out and mate and start her own pack. Helen has met so many men but none seemed to make her heart flutter. That was until she bumped into a man on her way to the supermarket one day. She said his face was perfectly handsome and it was one she couldn't get out of her mind. She spent months, no nearly a year trying to track him down again. And, when she did, she just kissed him. She cared not if he was taken, gay, etc. She just had to have him. Much to her luck, he was a bachelor and couldn't stop thinking about her either. They went on one whole date and decided they need not go on any more. That weekend, they were wed and have loved each other ever since. She claims it was true love. And, despite not wanting to aid it, he said it was too. From that day forward, she ruled at his hip. He, Devin, the guardian of the underworld, was proud to have such a woman at his side. The two would never fight and he always sought out her wisdom and blessings.

It was this flirty love that Aleu was raised with. She spent most of her life ogling over her parent's perfect romance. They were always together, always holding hands. Always so passionately in love. They flirted constantly and loved deeply. It was the kind of romance she sought and, at a young age, decided she would start flirting with all the boys with the hopes of finding her one true soulmate.

However, Aleu's search wasn't quite so easy. In fact, she kept finding herself sad. Even the tenderest of kisses didn't make her heart flutter or skip a beat. Fearful that she would miss out on the greatest love ever, she asked her parents if she could go on a journey. She wanted to set out and see the world. Meet other men and learn where she belonged. They, of course, agreed and wished her well.

So, at 12, she took off to find her own destiny. She ventured to many worlds and found many interesting people, but none really stuck with her. That was until she accidentally landed on the Valsozn planet of Iitua.

She had no idea where she was for she had never seen a planet so beautiful. The lake she stood chest-deep in had silver-blue water and she could see her toes. Wiggling them, she smirked. When she brought her head back up, her azure orbs were met with a taunting pair of red eyes. Cheeks flushing, her hands moved over her nude form (she had yet to master shadowing-hopping with her clothes intact; not to mention she had hardly started to transform from girl to woman). Only, she wasn't sure why she blushed. She had been nude time and time again, feeling no shame from it for such shame didn't exist in the world of Lypheion.

With her cheeks ablaze, Aleu jerked her eyes to the side. She felt as if she was on fire and knew not why. Slowly, she let her orbs fall back on those crimson eyes. This time they weren't... as cruel? No, they seemed... softer?

The next thing she knew, her hand cupped neatly around that cheek before her. And her lips, they dared to inch forward, but something within her froze. Body trembling, she felt unshed tears swell in her eyes. For once, she was scared because she didn't recognize this feeling that washed over her. This feeling that made her feel weak, feel faint.

Her body must have wavered as his smooth hands were on her hips. And instinctively, her hands wrapped around his (which is how she got her scar). Blush ever-spreading, her ears turned down and her tail fell limply behind her. I should run, she kept telling herself but she couldn't find the courage to leave. She had to stay. She had to know. What was her fate with this raven?

That's when it happened. Her heart fluttered when his hands stroked her black ears. He was so gentle, so sweet. He was the first boy to skip right over her nude form and seek out her wolf-ears. As they flicked forward, enjoying the good scratch, her tail began to wag. Naturally, he was drawn to it and found himself running his fingers through the soft, warm fur.

Then, a feeling of fear rose the hairs on the back of her neck. She sensed someone was coming. She knew she didn't belong her, she could sense it within her gut. Placing her hand on his, the tears rolled down her cheeks.

"I'm so sorry," she whispered between her heavy sighs. "I... I should go."

Pulling away, she called forth her shadows. As the darkness began to swirl around her, her body began to levitate. Any second now, she would vanish and likely never see that boy again. That thought alone ailed her.

Wrapped up in her misery, she completely missed the tug that would pull her form down from the portal. It wouldn't stop her from leaving, but it would buy the boy just enough time to....

Eyes flying open, the tears stopped as her lips curled neatly around his. Oh how she wanted to stay and kiss him longer, but the portal started to make her fade. As she vanished, he stepped back and made her a promise. One she would treasure and cherish for all eternity.

"Do not cry, Princess. No matter what happens, I will protect you."

Years passed and Aleu began to lose hope. How was she supposed to keep waiting. There was no proof he was coming and whenever she tried to teleport back to his world, she couldn't. She would later come to learn that the planet was destroyed. Brokenhearted, she decided it was time to move on and find a new love.

At 18, she was engaged to be married but ended up calling it off. Well, more like she ran away and never looked back. She cut all ties with her friends, past, and family. Deciding to begin anew, she traveled to a far away planet. In relatively no time, Aleu found herself surrounded by far too many men that she could easy come to love. Eventually, she picked Arvin to be her boyfriend. It was likely just a fling but it was worth it. It kept her heart racing and she loved the way his lips tasted.

As time ticked on, war soon crippled the planet and she knew what she needed to do to help. She was a natural born leader so she signed up to lead a small squad of warriors. to an outpost where she was supposed to rendezvous with someone by the name of Rroy. Her original squad, Arvin, Nieko, Melik, Fritz, and Varun, had already met up with Rroy. She was held back, having to aid on the western front. After a near-lose-turned-victory, she was allowed to regroup with her original squad. For the interim, she was given a new team of equally capable soldiers. Only... they weren't.

One by one, her squad was picked off. Left alone and still a good ways out, Aleu let her eyes dance over the bloody battlefield.

With a red dot aglow on her breast, Aleu's ears folded over. She knew this was the end.

"I forgive you," she whispered as a single tear rolled down her face. The bang of a gun being fired came next. Then came the silence.

Eternal silence.

Her brows knit together. Why was she still alive? That was a clean shot. Opening one eye, she spied a thin wall of ice before her. Lips pursed, a wrinkle formed above her brows.

"Ice?" For a second, she looked ugly as the face she made was one of slight disgust. How could their be ice?

"You're too quick to forgive, Princess."

The hairs on the back of her neck stood up. She had no need to swivel her head for that voice was familiar, so familiar.

"I promised I would protect you. I keep my promises."

Most would assume that from that moment on things went off without a hitch. Such was not the case. Rroy and Aleu had their ups and downs. Even had one hell of an ugly breakup, which Aleu made worse by getting back together with Arvin. After some bitter words and a bit of healing--mainly forgiving--the pair finally found themselves back in each others arms. It was actually the first time she had ever seen him cry. Believing in him, she agreed to taking him back up as a boyfriend.

Fast forward a few years and, well, now they are engaged. The dress has been made. The suit hangs patiently in the closet. And the date? It's been set. It's just a few months out before she officially becomes Mrs. Aleu Skytun. She's finally with the one she loves. As imperfect as he is, Aleu cannot be any happier as, to her, he's perfection.
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Hannibal is one of those guys that you either love or you hate.
He's charming, suave, and popular. When he enters a room,
people can't help but turn heads and stare. He's handsome and he knows it.
He's rich and he shows it. Hannibal's silver tongue and smooth moves often
cause women to swoon and men to roll their eyes. Men tend to hate him;
women often love him. The way he walks shows off his arrogant grace,
but in a way that almost makes him appear human. His smile can light up
a room and his sad eyes can make strong men cry.

There is absolutely nothing shy and meek about Hannibal.
Loud, rowdy, obnoxious. Center of attention, flirtatious, bad boy swagger.
Yes, he has all those traits at his disposal. But aside from being a player,
Hannibal is also very honest. Almost bluntly honest. He's also prone to being 'butt hurt'
ver things that involve trust and respect. If someone betrays him, Hannibal
is the first to fall off the face of the earth and avoid you. He hates being
let down and he hates getting hurt.

On the flipped side of the coin, Hannibal isn't the kind of guy to betray you.
He'll always be there for you, whether you want him to be or not.
His best friend is Halvard Fylker and he would die for the man.
Hannibal has spotted Hal money and has gone out of his way to protect the guy.
The bond between the boys is stronger than a friendship -- it's brotherhood.
Hannibal is the kind of guy to cancel a date just for the sake of being there for a friend in need.
He's a fierce friend and one hell of a guy, when he wants to be.

Although Hannibal isn't shy, he does have a bashful smile when he's around close
friends or someone he's very interested in. He almost comes across humble
and love-struck in such instances. He'll trip over his words and look like a fool
when overwhelmed with emotions of love and joy.


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Loves the color purple and has been hit on by men because of it.
Even though Hannibal is straight, he doesn't mind the attention he gets from
his own gender. In fact, he'll be the first to blush from such things and will
actually thank the giver of such flattery before declining the gesture.


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