Fantasy The Light of Aiaran Sign-Ups

[Mitchs98]

Spoiler: Links

OOC: https://www.rpnation.com/threads/the-light-of-aiaran-ooc.331709/
IC: https://www.rpnation.com/threads/the-light-of-aiaran.331713/
Rules: https://www.rpnation.com/threads/the-light-of-aiaran-rules.331711/
Character List: https://www.rpnation.com/threads/the-light-of-aiaran-cs-list.331712/
Tag List: https://www.rpnation.com/threads/the-light-of-aiaran-tag-list.331708/
Magitek Explanation: https://www.rpnation.com/threads/the-light-of-aiaran-magitek.331716/
Lore: https://www.rpnation.com/threads/the-light-of-aiaran-lore.331725/

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Affiliation: Aiaran, Devan, Devan Resistance(Again, PM me for these last two roles information and what I expect of them)

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[MangoSargent]

Name: Diana Ernest

Age: "It's rude to ask a woman her age got that?" (47)

Height: 5'11

Weight: 198 lbs

Race: Human

Gender: Female

Appearance:

Personality: Diana can only be described as one way. Cold. She shows no emotion and hardly ever gives praise or thanks to the people who help her. She talks very curtly and is often seen as rude because she addresses people in a rather direct manner and doesn't suger coat or take excuse. Contrary to belief she does have emotions and is very protective of people she is close to or in charge off. She has very high confidence in herself and her abilities which makes others view her as conceited. She also gets angry very quickly and as a low tolerance for people who "get in her way".

Biography: Diana grew up in a wealthy family that had military presence in Aiaran for generations causing her to learn the ropes of the military early. She started training to enter the military when she was around the age of 15, and worked her way up the ranks becoming one of the youngest people to become a major at 28 years old. She continued to work her way up and became a General at age 34, and has been the longest reining General in her area for 13 years.

Affiliation: Aiaran

Powers/Abilities: Exceptional sword skills, agility, endurance, can freeze water and manipulate ice

Gear: Sword

Magitek: N/A

Skills: sword fighting, leadership

Strengths: sword skills, ability to ignore distractions

Weaknesses: cares about her men and will struggle to leave them if they get in trouble, forces her emotions down with a stick

Likes: training, reading, her family, her men

Dislikes: threats to her country, when people underestimate or ignore her

Other:
Have some pumpkin pie

 

[Xel]

• Basic Information
• Magitek
• Personality
• Skills and Other Information

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  Name:
  Alexander
  
  Model:
  MG232 ISA
  
  Age:
  N/A
  
  Gender:
  N/A
  
  Race:
  Automaton
  
  Height:
  12'
  
  Weight:
  1892lbs
  
  Affiliation:
  Aiaran
  
  Appearance:
  Standing at an imposing 12 feet the magitek golem is one to inspire awe in it's allies and fear in it's enemies. Built in ages past during the height of the war with the Devan the golem is covered in runic symbols that glow an ethereal teal when engaged in combat. It's overall form is a platinum colored metal that has an almost stoney appearance. The behemoth is never found without his shield and while it is not directly attached to his arm he will almost never set the massive object down.
  
  
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  Magitek:
  
  The automaton is equipped with several weapons to use in it's fight against the Devan. The most obvious of which is the colossal Tower Shield. Standing at over 8 feet tall and 4 feet wide the shield is engraved with the same runic markings as the golem itself. When used in combat the runes will glow same as the golem's body, only with the shield it has the capacity of generating a field barrier that more than doubles the area it can shield. The energy field is semi-transparent with an almost liquid feel to it along with the same teal color as the runic markings.
  
  Resting within a sheath in the backside of the shield is a large Great Sword. The sword, as with all the other parts of the automaton, has the same platinum coloring and runic markings. When activated the blade projects a thin energy field around it, similar to the tower shield. This field is thin and sharp allowing it to cut through most objects with ease as well as shield the actual blade itself from direct damage. Even without the energy field the blade's sheer size and weight makes it a formidable weapon when combined with the golem's already outstanding strength.
  
  The final weapon lays hidden in the golem's frame. It's right arm has the capacity to transition into a powerful Energy Cannon. This cannon would normally funnel energy directly from the magitek crystal that powered the creation and convert it into devastating blasts of energy. With the golem possessing limitless energy due to the fragment of the Goddess the yield of the blast can be scaled up considerably, although the weapon itself was never designed to handle such power and would deteriorate rapidly. The weapon is also quite modular as it can be scaled to fire varying yields as well as fire single blasts or solid streams of energy.
  
  
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  Personality:
  If something was to be lacking, personality would be it. The age old automaton was blessed with life from the goddess but it still lacks the experiences and wisdom that comes with life. Much of it's personality is based on it's programmed directives. As such it is direct in it's actions. It will actively seek out Devan in order to exterminate them and shows very little interest for anything outside of expunging Devan from the world. One of the few exceptions to this is the young girl named Winry who is constantly by his side. The golem seems quite attached to the young girl and will prioritize her safety over everything else. It is also through her efforts that the automaton has slowly begun to exhibit a personality beyond just mindless combat.
  
  History:
  Manufactured in ages past as one of countless weapons to fight the Devan in their eternal conflict. The automaton was sent from battlefield to battlefield, it's particular model being used as a form of basic infantry to support frontline troops against larger and more powerful Devan without requiring the usage of the rarer war golems. Eventually the conflicts would come to an end with the shields protecting the kingdom and the Devan being sealed away. Even with the war over the golems were kept around just in case the Devan ever returned. However, years went on as generations came and went and the need for such weapons of war was lost. Newer innovations coupled with the era of peace rendered such tools of destruction unnecessary and so they were forgotten and left to wither away with time.
  
  There the automaton lingered, abandoned in the depths of a long forgotten military facility within the capital city. It was only with the return of the Devan and their destruction that he would be granted another chance. Deep beneath the surface a small light fluttered down. It almost moved with purpose as it miraculously avoided anything and everything in it's path as it gently drifted down and down. The small light finally met something it did not avoid, a heap of stone and metal buried beneath centuries of dust, dirt and plants. The light flickered away and gently seeped down into the material before the entire chamber was once again shrouded in absolute darkness. This darkness would not last as an ethereal teal glow emanated from beneath the plants, it's glow growing stronger as the object beneath stirred and moved knocking away the dirt that had consumed it.
  
  Likes:
  -Fighting Devan
  -Winry
  
  Dislikes:
  -Not Fighting Devan
  -N/A
  
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  Strengths:
  -Exceptionally Durable
  -Extremely Powerful and Strong
  -Magitek Sensors that afford it a variety of detection methods
  
  Weaknesses:
  -Relatively Slow and Cumbersome
  -Single-mindedly focused on fighting Devan
  -Large and Bulky
  
  Other:
  While not designed for speech the fragment of the Goddess has given the automaton the ability to speak. It's voice is rough and booming with a slight echo. As it was never intended to communicate, merely follow orders, it's speech is extremely limited and it has a difficult time putting it's thoughts into words.
  

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[hudhouse]

Name: Eclipse King Aksis Aliandra Andal

Age: ???? Hundred of thousands of years

Height: ~160foot wingspan, ~120 feet long
~35 feet tall, wings reach around 70 feet She is about 8'2 feet tall
Weight: ~30 U.S. Tons / 60,000 pounds Around 720 pounds. A bit shy about it actually
Race: Devan - Dragon

Gender: Unknown Female

Appearance:

Spoiler: <--- ? --->

Personality: Aksis is a mercyless destroyer of cities and is a infinite devourer that absorbs the light and dark all the same. Nothing survives the conquest if Aksis can help it. The Eclipse King is a Salter of the Earth who leaves nothing left for future, past or present. His wings are the prophecy of damnation, and it's shadow consumes the light nearly as fast as it's made. Aliandra is a compassionate and soft individual who is actual known for being strangely human. She is peaceful, but intelligent and crafty. She is known as the Eclipse Kings Daughter, but is in fact the Eclipse King herself. She governs all the lands her father owns, running a civilization with enough bloodlust and brutality to satisfy and dull the hunger... She seems to only threaten violence when it furthers progress.
<Coding is screwing me over here>
Biography: The Devans were a race of war, war, and more war. A simple creed that was etched into reality, an axiom that demands tribute. There were many tales of beasts like them, but one of the few standouts of the Devans became known as the 'Eclipse King'. The Eclipse King Aksis flew on wings of pitch black, turning the sky into a purple haze before consuming Ferals. Aksis would become the owner of a small port city known for the dark days that Aksis took flight. The sky around his tower near the outskirts of the city were always black from the constantly shedding scales. Then... Aksis was sealed for hundreds of thousands of years...

The Eclipse King brewed with hatred and malice, toning his skills and powers so that he could bring forth his wrath upon the world of 'peace'. Corruption leaked out of the mighty king, transforming the Eclipse King's scales into crystals. The Devan Dragon became a monstrous overlord of their kind. Several cities are owned in the Eclipse King's name, but not one army stands for the offensive. The Eclipse King does that all himself...

Affiliation: Devan

Powers/Abilities:

• Goliath Size
• Demonic Durability - Can survive a few blows from the Goddess, but can't win
• Eclipse Wings- Coats the sky in darkness by flying
• Heavy Muscle - Can lift close to twice the Kings weight, around 120 tons
• Acute Senses - Is similar to a police dog when it comes to hunting someone down
• Magitek Reactor - Aksis is covered in so many crystals of Magitek that they generates a 50 meter field around the Devans heart. All Magitek objects get charged in the area

MAGICS

• The Warden of the Circle - Aksis can shatter the laws of life and death, turning the king into a spiritual wound. Those who perish under the shadow of the Eclipse Wings are spirited away into another world within the King, and boiled down into obedient spirit. Darkness around the king could into new bodies for the poor souls, who simply reform after three minutes. They must stay within the Kings darkness to survive.
• Death - The King can destroy and drain life itself. Death vampires off life, draining it off for some dark purpose. Being around the king drains one of their vitality slowly. The King salts the Earth he has claimed to never foster anymore kin...
• Crystal - The King can summon and control crystals on a large scale. Aksis has a strong control over it, but normally chooses to cause Earthquakes and large area of effect attacks with it.
  Illusionary Master - The true magic of the Eclipse King. Aliandra can create intense illusions that come from another dimension, almost as if it was another world where the events were real. As there is an infinite amount of dimensions, they follow Aliandra's orders. The illusions can be used to cloak herself, or create fake minions that hurt just like the real thing, but are incredibly fragile. Two blows from a sword, or any damage to the head will destroy one of these illusionary minions.

Gear:
Starlight's Visage - A ancient blade that shines with the glory of the cosmos. The blades luster is in fact the blades true form... space itself. It is a infinite, flowing blade trapped within the form of a sword which stays in a finite form. The blade will never be worn down, and trails behind every swing for a few moments, giving a curtain of stardust to the conquest of the owner.

Lightdrinker - A strange revolver that is covered in dark plates. The jagged thing is surprisingly smooth, like it is made to be a inverse of itself. The revolver once left into the light consumes and feasts upon it. The light then flows through into the twin jade orbs, and fire beams at the two nearest targets and sets their souls ablaze. They can never hide from the user, and only then does the revolver do any damage...

Magitek: Magitek Bleeding Crystals - These crystals are dark purple and black, with foiling light neon pinks occasionally trailing by. The crystals constantly bleed out shadow as thick as ash. The Eclipse King is covered in them.

Skills:

• Hunter
• Landshark
• Can manage several cities
• Multitasks incredibly well
• Sword fighter
• Accurate Shot
• Lifts several TONS
• Bakes

Strengths:

• Causes Mythological levels of destruction
• Can take hits from the Goddess
• Master Sword fighter
• Magitek Crystals can be taken off of her
• 'Royalty'
• Eternal Youth / Can't Age

Weaknesses:

• Magitek always works around Aksis
• Minions are fragile, and take time to reform
• Weak to Holy Magic and Divine beings
• Gets lost easily
• Is often Absent minded
• Gets stressed easily
• The Eclipse King is so huge that its impossible to be stealthy
• Focuses on one thing at a time
• Has a sick daughter Aksis fights for
• Damage to the wings can stop Aksis from flying
• Large windup to all of Aksis' attacks
• Carnivore
• Foodie
• Drinking alcohol makes Aksis 'explode'
• Lazy and unclean

Likes: Pastries, Destruction, Domination, Victory, Consuming Animals, Siege, Sunbathing, Justice, Aliandra's safety, and Reading by the fire

Dislikes: Cleaning, Aiaran, Alcohol, Children, Rivals, The Devan Resistance, Religion, Threats, Fruit, and Being shutdown

Other: Has six wives (???, ???, ???, ???, ???, ???), Rules over 6 cities, Can't eat plants but really wants to eat fruit, The Devan see Aksis as a decent ruler, Aliandra has constant assassination attempts by Devans who want to defeat Aksis, and has ten thousand children but only one has survived

 

[TheHufflepuffRabbit]

No, you don't understand! In order to keep the element of air in control, I must take a look at these girls' undergarments to make sure they're not smuggling anything! Oliver

Name: Oliver Steele
Nicknames: Pervert, Ollie, Prince of Air, Guardian of Air, The Guardian of Immaturity
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 155 lbs.
Race: Human - Guardian of the Element of Air
Personality:
Oliver is notoriously known for being a major flirt, to the point where it almost interferes with his role as Guardian of Air. He's a very cheeky and clever young gentleman, the guy who just seems to have been born with an inner goofball that just never seems to have faded away. He can be a bit of a smartass, but that's to be expected from Oliver. Oliver is very carefree; he doesn't pay any mind to what people say about him and literally seems to have an aura of just going with the flow, where the wind takes him, whatever you want to call it. He simply doesn't care, which can be both a blessing and a curse at the same time. First of all, his apathy keeps him cool and confident, but it's also harmful when there is a situation in which someone seriously needs his help.

Oliver is, however, a very curious and adventuresome young man, someone who just loves traveling the world and learning new things. He's very intelligent in a sense, and enjoys meeting new people and learning about new cultures. Basically he loves people in general, and especially learning new situations. He's very chatty (to the point of doing all the talking for his brother) and has a friendly disposition. He's not used to fighting, however, and tends to avoid it as a whole, preferring to sit on the sidelines and take note of what people are doing before jumping in.

Biography:
The Steele family has served one purpose over the last three hundred years; to protect and preserve the four elements. This family, which has grown to be very highly esteemed, is said to take care of the Four Temples themselves and ensure that the powers of the four elements be passed on to the next generation. Oliver is the Guardian of the Element of Air, his brother Osric being the Guardian of the Element of Water, and let me tell you, life for them was...actually pretty boring. Since Oliver was little, he spent time in the Temple of Air, learning to hone his abilities, guard the temple, and remove graffiti. Sooooo...dull as hell. Oliver was the guy that often snuck out to discover new cultures, and boy, did he discover new culture. He was fascinated by the way that the other humans lived, even wishing to live with them. However, every single time, he got ratted out and literally dragged to the temple.

Have you no dignity? his grandfather would scold with a huff, glaring Oliver dead in the eye. Man, if he had a nickel for everytime Gramps did that, he would be hella wealthy. If there's one thing that he never got to see, however, it was his three other siblings, Osric, Ashley, and Berta. The four of them spent five minutes together as a whole. In their entire lives. So, when Oliver turned fifteen, he decided to do something courageous and leave the temple for the other three to find his siblings. The first one he met was Osric, and man did he enjoy that little sucker. Honestly, the kid grew on him as he met Berta the Uptight and Ashley the Warmonger. It was kind of ridiculous, though; Osric and Ashley always fought. Like, all the time. Sometimes Berta would get involved, too. Literally. The three started an all-out war against each other, Oliver being the commentator of the events that occurred (seeing as he's neutral). In the end, Osric won. Since then, the two have been inseparable, traveling the world and discovering new things together. Little do they know of what they will soon get wrapped up in...

Affiliation: Airian

Powers:
- Wind Manipulation
- Flight
- Shapeshifting (into birds only)

Gear:

Divine Wind Sword - A sword custom-made for the Guardian of Air. Passed down from six previous generations.

Magitek:

None

Skills:

- Sewing
- Singing
- Guitar

Strengths:

- Speed
- Precision
- Swordplay
- Magic

Weaknesses:

- Apathetic
- Magic Attacks Don't Usually Draw Blood
- Offense
- Endurance

Likes:

- Pretty Girls
- Exploring
- Learning New Things
- Knowledge
- The Arts

Dislikes:

- Practicality
- Having Nothing to Do
- Boredom
- Being Holed up in One Place
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Shut up, calm down, and hold my hand, because it will be okay. Osric

Name: Osric Steele
Nicknames: Oz, Wizard of Oz, Prince Ozzy
Age: 14
Gender: Male
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 123 lbs.
Race: Human - Guardian of the Element of Water
Personality:
Osric is a very quiet and sweet young man, the type of person that, at a high school, would likely be pushed around and bullied without him actually doing a thing about it. Let's face it; Osric is a major pushover who allows others to do whatever the heck they want if they have to. He's kindhearted and gentle, with a go-with-the-flow attitude that is commonly seen in the male members of the Steele family. He doesn't usually talk much unless he feels like talking (which isn't often), preferring to communicate his feelings through painting. Osric is a very artistic young man, one who enjoys to paint by the water--or just do anything water-related, period. Peaceful and calm, he isn't usually angered unless he spots true injustice--it is then when he will act.

Osric has a certain laziness surrounding him; he's the sort of guy who prefers naps to hard work and absolutely despises having to work. Seriously, it takes forever to get Osric out of bed in the morning, and even when you drag him out of bed, he still tries to get back in bed. In other words, he's stubborn. This also applies to when he actually fights. Dude doesn't know when to give in.

Backstory:

WIP

Affliation: Airian

Powers:

- Water Manipulation
- Breathing Underwater
- Transformation into Underwater Creatures

Gear:

Water bow passed down from generation to generation. It also comes with a quiver and arrows.

Magitek:

None

Strengths:

- Physical Strength
- Shooting Accuracy
- Magical Power

Weaknesses:

- Laziness
- Low Defense
- Stamina

Skills:

- Painting
- Archery
- Poetry

Likes:

- Ramen
- Naps
- Art
- Poetry

Dislikes:

- Fire
- Loud Noises
- Sour Foods
- Hard Work

Spoiler: Yes I've Read the Rules

 

[Jackaboi]

The Mad Scientist and his Apprentice

• Dr Zebediah
• Dr Esther

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  "Ok time to test this new weapon... As far as my readings say it will serve it's purpose of blowing up the target but there is also the small chance that it will blow up half the city... Eh... I'm sure we'll be fine..."
  
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    Nicknames:
    Zebby
    Zeb
    Dr Zeb
    
    Age:
    32
    
    Height:
    6'2
    
    Weight:
    156 ibs
    
    Race:
    "As human as can be."
    
    Gender:
    "I still have my family jewels after all my failed tests so I guess that makes me a man."
    
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    Personality:
    Lucius Zebediah has been very dedicated to his work his whole life. Even as a child he was a progidy in the field of robotics and machinery. Now today he's in expert in pretty much anything that involves physics. Robotics, Biometrics, Cybernetics and the list goes on! All of this combined with the help of his powers and magitek he's been able to develop weapons and the general day to day technology we see today. Well... despite his achievments he's actually kinda insane. Well not really psychopath insane but more like not your average person. He himeself is as harmless as a fly, at least until you give him permission to test his new inventions on you, then you'll be regretting your decision, aside from that though he's actually slightly unsociable most of the time but yet finds no problem speaking when he has to. He is extremely devoted to his field of work and takes pride in everything he makes. He's completely down to earth and always thinks on the logical side. He's also very patient and relaxed most of the time however he gets paranoid when people start eyeing up his machines. There's been people that's broke his stuff before.
    
    Biography:
    Lucius developed his love for science all the way back in the early age of 7. He was constantly fascinated by the ever growing technology that surrounded him every step he took. Especially the focefield and the cannons that protected this city for so many years. From then all the way to adulthood he studied many fields of work in science, almost taking up lessons in all of them, save for the few topics that he'd rather not hear about again... Aside from that, his incredible intellect and contributions to the Aiaran Research Center has rose him to the top as the head scientist. But it all went downhill very fast... Only just a few days after his promotion, the Devans had finally breached the forcefield that protected civilians for years and the goddesses champion had fallenin battle. "This was it" he thought. He genuinely believed that his time has come. That was until Aiaran herself decimated the Devan forces in mere seconds, not only that but the remainder of her power did not return to her, but instead fused with many of the surviving populace, including Lucius too. This is where he gained his newfound powers for Technomancy. With this he will be able to create inventions like the world has never seen before. This was a start of a new life for Dr Lucius Zebediah
    
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    Affiliation:
    Aiaran: Head Scientist of the Aiaran Research Center
    
    Powers/Abilities:
    Technomancy:
    "Ok so... This stuff, in a nut shell, is pretty frickin' neat. It let's me build anything I want... With my mind! It's pretty much every scientist's dream to have powers like this! All I need are the necessary components and I can build anything you want. New car? No Problem! Giant death cannon of mass destruction? Easy! (With the proper schematics that is...) I mean obviously I can't build anything that is scientifically impossible to build... Yet... Anyway back to the topic at hand. I can do things like building things from the most basic of componenst. Project my own holographic interface for storing data, artificial life creation, enhanced inventing, technology manipulation and other kinds of fun stuff like that."
    
    Gear:
    "Guess I could build anything I want."
    
    Magitek:
    "Magitek crystals have always been my favourite components to use in my prototypes. Without the power of such things we would be far more primative than we are now."
    
    Skills:
    Builds anything he wants
    Research
    Makes the best coffee
    (A very useful skill to have when you dedicate your life to a world of research and technology)
    Knows how to liven up a party
    Knows how to make things go boom
    
    Strengths:
    Inhuman amount of intellect
    Very logical
    Insane...ly smart
    Well attuned in the use of his machinery in battle
    
    Weaknesses:
    About as sturdy as a twig
    Physical strength... Not very impressive
    Usually prefers to stay out of a battle
    Socially awkward
    "Hey! give me a break. I spent my whole life in my labs."
    
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    Likes:
    Coffee
    Building
    More coffee
    Testing prototypes
    Talking about his work
    Endless coffee
    "It takes a loooot of stimulants to keep this motor running!"
    
    Dislikes:
    Devan
    People touching his stuff
    Running out of coffee
    Incompetent co-workers
    
    Other:
    
    Spoiler: PIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEE

    
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  "Doctor... I don't think risking half the city's population would be a good idea... In fact I think we should probably start over. From scratch. Maybe reduce the risk of a nuclear detonation."
  
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  • 
    Nicknames:
    Sil
    Silvy
    Dr Sil
    
    Age:
    23
    
    Height:
    5'7
    
    Weight:
    134 ibs
    
    Race:
    Human
    
    Gender:
    Female
    
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    Personality:
    Silvia can tend to appear with a blank expression, often taking on a serious tone and act unphased a lot of things that would usually get a reaction from most people. This usually leads to giving people the impression that she doesn't have any emotions, nothing but an empty person. However that is only her on the outside. People who know her well, such as Lucius, are well aware of the cheerful young girl that dwells within. It's not hard to get her to show her true self anyway. Tempt her with something sweet like a cake and she can barely hold back. But even so she will try to keep her composure. However people who know her REALLY well would also know that she is surprisingly emotionally sensitive. She knows how to hide her emotions on the outside, but inside she's either laughing hysterically or crying her eyes out.
    
    
    
    
    Biography:
    
    Spoiler: The bio was too big so I put it in here for your convenience... Your welcome.

    Silvia had lived a moderately average life in the middle class area of the capital. If anything she was happy with what she had already. Loving parents and and friends to hang out with. Albeit she had few friends but they were people who cared about each other. The type of friends that are rare to find. Just like anyone else growing up she went to school every day and passed with flying colours, in fact she was probably one of the brightest students in her school. So bright in fact that she was offered to go to university at the age of 17 and expand on her knowledge there. She had always wanted to be a scientist in the research center and university was probably the best way to achieve that. Throughout her time there it was far more different than the work in school. Everyone there was just as clever as she was and even then she struggled with the workload that was shoved her way. Once her exam results came in at the end of the year she unfortunately failed. She couldn't afford to go through another year in that university, so she had no choice but to look for different options.
    
    By the time she was 20 she did end up with a low paying job in a grocery shop, just enough to earn a living off of. But even so she was depressed that she couldn't pursue her goal of becoming a scientist for the Aiaran Research Center. She put in so much work for nothing. At one point she was just about to accept the fact that not everyone gets to fulful their dreams, that was until a very specific customer stopped by. Not just any customer, but the head scientist of the Aiaran Research Center, Dr Lucius Zebediah. The man stared blankly at the red haired cashier for a good few awkward moments before going away to pick up his groceries. Once he came back to the girl with the groceries in hand and handed the cash to her. But before he left he spoke quietly to her saying. "You hold far greater talent than this, I can see it in your eyes. After you've finished your shift come see me in my labs." Then he walked off, not letting Silvia say anything back. She doesn't know what just happened but this could be an opportunity that she can't miss.
    
    So like the man said she finished her shift and went straight to the Research Center and asked the registry where Dr Zeb's lab was. Once the way was made clear to her she made her way there without a moments hesitation. Upon entering the lab she spotted the man napping with his head on the desk and a coffee in his hand. She took one step forward and the man sprang into action. "Oh you actually came. You siezed the opportunity that was offered to you. A good trait to have. Anyway... Blah blah blah... Details, details... I want to take you in as my apprentice. Sound good?" "U-um... Are you certain? I mean I never even passed university..." "Pfffffft... I could teach you more in a day than a place like uni can teach in a year. Aaaaand there's no exams to worry about." "Really? Well... I've always wanted to work here..." "GREAT! We'll start work right away! I have a spare lab coat in the back. It'll be too big for you but it'll do until I order a suitable size." And just like that Silvia has become Dr Zeb's apprentice.
    
    For the next three years Silvia had no idea that just how important her job would be. She knew fine well that the research center was where all of Aiaran's defenses were created but the part she's talking about is that Dr Zeb might pose a bigger threat than the Devan themselves. There was no hiding the fact that he was definitely a mad scientist. The amount of times he nearly wiped the capital off the map... There's too many to count... But aside from that fact Silvia has learned so much ever since she's been taken under Dr Zeb's wing. Only problem was that she wasn't in touch with the outside world as much. The work of a scientist was certainly exhausting. The few days off she had was spent trying to regain her energy. There has been even fewer days that she's been able to see her friends. But she didn't complain. No matter how tiring the work was, she was happy.
    
    But everything was quick to turn to doom and gloom as the Devan finally broke through the shields of Aiaran. It happened so fast, at one point she was catching up with her friends then it turned into a massacre. The Devan slaughtered everyone in the streets, including all of her friends... They were all torn to shreds and Silvia couldn't do anything but watch in terror. She had nothing to fight back with, or rather she was too scared to do anything. Completely frozen in shock. Once the Devan was finally done with Silvia's friends, they turned their attention on her. She still couldn't move, she felt so useless, she can't even save herself let alone her friends. Silvia had accepted her fate, that was until a light of power suddenly burst all around the capital, Silvia felt like she was brimming with power while the Devan simply burnt into ash. The girl was saved, but it was already too late for her friends. Everything that happened in that moment took too much out of her. The moment the adrenaline started to settle down, Silvia fainted on the spot only to wake up again inside the lab with Dr Zeb watching over her. That was a day she was never going to forget.
    
    
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    Affiliation:
    Aiaran
    Apprentice to Dr Lucius Zebediah
    
    Powers/Abilities:
    Clairvoyance:
    Clairvoyance is an ability where the user is capable of feeling any nearby presence and gaining visionary information without physically being there. With this power she can see specific important events that are currently happening, see through the eyes of another living being, have other people see through her eyes and even locate other people depending if they are in range of her abilities. However this requires great concentration to do willingly but it can sometimes happen randomly too. Sometimes detailing something random or something important.
    
    Gear:
    Silvia just wears a basic shirt and tie with shorts and a jacket. Nothing really protective as she isn't really a fighter.
    
    Magitek:
    On the occasion that she does get into trouble, she is equipped with a basic magitek powered handgun to get her out of a potentially dangerous situation.
    
    
    
    
    Skills:
    Creating maps of interior/exterior layouts
    Good cook
    Locating specific people or objects
    Keeping Zeb from blowing up the city
    
    Strengths:
    Will see you coming from anywhere
    Gaining knowledge from her teacher
    Never tells a secret
    Unreadable
    
    Weaknesses:
    Just like Zeb she isn't very durable
    Despite having a pistol she isn't a very good shot
    More emotionally sensitive than she appears
    
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    Likes:
    Dr Zeb
    Learning
    Spending time with friends
    Sweets
    Cute things
    Coffee
    
    Dislikes:
    Dr Zeb
    Experimental failures
    Potential disasters
    Violence
    
    Other
    
    Spoiler: Pie

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[Mitchs98]

• Lu
• Ciel

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    It was all me! Ciel just stood there and watched. Hmph. Lu

    

    
    Name: Luciela 'Lu' Serona
    Age: Unknown, looks 15-16
    Height: 4'7
    Weight: 78 lbs
    Race: Devan
    Gender: Female
    

    
    

    
    
    Personality: Lu is a rather prideful Devan, as most of them tend to be. Though in her case Lu is exceptionally so, viewing herself as one of the strongest Devan in existence. While it is true she is stronger than most, she isn't by far as strong as she makes herself out to be. If you try to call her out on it however she'll throw a tantrum like a child and attempt to prove it, followed by pouting afterwards. As far as she's concerned anything of significance that's done, either by a member of a group or Ciel himself, she was the one to do it or the person who contributed the most to the success at hand.
    
    She is also very childish, both in nature and in her actions. After all, until recently she was only able to observe the Arnosian's world from afar. Now however she was able to experience and see everything for herself. Slowly she's growing a soft spot for the humans beyond her normal nice act to gain their trust, whether or not she fully realizes it.
    
    Biography: Growing up Luciela was raised by a group of Devan that were more civilized than the rest, if you could call it that. At the very least their small village was a decently famous export of Devan crops and cuisine, so it was more peaceful than you average tribe of Devan warriors. Sure, it had it's fair share of glory seekers and such fighting the Ferals though it was mostly done to ensure the villages safety.
    
    There was a viewing area not far from her home, a crack in the proverbial seal between realms, that allowed the young Devan to observe the rest of the races and their workings. She was always quite curious about them, wondering just what most of the things they had were, why the Devan didn't have them, and above all why the Devan couldn't just have a life like they did. Sure there was their old roots of killing everything in sight and all, but it still seemed nice.
    
    She was of course jealous towards the humans, though didn't necessarily want to kill them all. No, she saw very little point in actually killing them. Why kill them when the more powerful race can bend them to their will? It seemed illogical to her. And so, she came up with her own plan if they were ever to escape their realm. It was rather simple really. Rather than wreaking havoc across the land, the Devan would lie and make as if they had a change of heart, simply wanting to live back in the world that was once theirs alongside the others.
    
    Of course, no one really bought this. Far from it save for a few Devan with better common sense than the rest save for herself. Most simply laughed her off or even tried to kill her or the rest of the group. She never gave up hope however, trying day in and day out to recruit more to her cause. Though the day the seal was broken that tended to go south, though she had gathered quite a few Devan the Resistance was still incredibly outnumbered.
    
    Fights against the warring Devan immediately broke out, casualties on both sides being sustained. During the retreat to the Capital Luciela of course retreated towards it as well, getting split off from the rest of the Resistance. Severely wounded she eventually found a village and collapsed in the middle of it. She was certain that she would be killed by one of the villagers, or the Devan would catch up and rip her to shreds. However that's where Ciel came into play.
    
    Rather than ending the girl he brought her into her home. Being something of a wanted criminal himself coupled with the fact that he simply couldn't bring himself to kill her he decided to rescue her. Luckily Luciela had escaped enough so she had a week to both recover and get to know Ciel, finding he was someone she could trust and for some odd reason cared for her despite how she was clearly the enemy.
    
    When the Devan reached the village Ciel did his best to defend her, previously having skills as a mercenary of sorts he did well against the weaker the Devan. However, he was quickly beaten back by one who had stolen a soldiers laser rifle. A single shot through the chest and he was on the ground. Not wanting to see him die after he had taken care of her, Luciela quickly spoke to him telepathically, time slowing down around the two.
    
    A brief conversation later and a pact had been formed between the two, binding them together for as long as either lived, and essentially turning Ciel into a half-devan; something that had never been documented before. He quickly woke up, the two of them retreating from the area towards the Capital. They made it just in time before the force-field sealed the town off from the rest of the world, hiding out in an abandoned home for the time being.
    
    Affiliation: Devan Resistance/Leader
    
    Likes:
    
    -Deserts, primarily tart
    -Coffee
    -Anything sweet
    -Sunlight
    
    Dislikes:
    
    -Rain
    -Overly sour food
    -Spicy food
    -Most humans in general
    
    
    
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    I'm stronger than I look okay! Lu

    

    
    

    
    Powers/Abilities:
    
    Luciela calls upon Devan Magic for her source of her abilities. Devan Magic actually compromises all abilities Devan have, though what each Devan can do is usually unique in some form if they even possess any magic. In her case, she utilizes a set of claws, which when summoned, take up the span of her arms and hands making them much larger than they actually are. These claws are incredibly deadly and able to slice through thin metals with ease. They are also able to eventually puncture stronger materials.
    
    She is able to heighten her speed for brief intervals and far between, allowing her to execute a flurry of quick and precise attacks.
    
    Outside of the claws themselves she is able to fire a slow moving burst of dark energy from the palm of the claw, which just so happens to be an eye, that upon contact with anything solid causes a decently powerful explosion. She is also able to summon a ghastly claw from the ground which will latch onto her enemies and hold them in place briefly or until the enemy is able to escape.
    
    Aside from her magical abilities with her claw, she is able to telepathically communicate with Ciel as well as swap places when need be in combat. Allowing them to attempt to make up for each others weaknesses whenever possible.
    
    Both Lu and Ciel are able to appear outside of swapping forms, though this is for non combat purposes as actual fighting uses too much energy to keep both forms stable.
    
    Gear: Luciela carries nothing but a satchel of candy on her person. Outside of that she typically wears a concealing cloak over her body to hide her tail and a hat for her horns.
    
    Magitek: None
    
    Skills: Luciela is an exceptional liar, a silver tongue which is a good thing to have both as a normal Arnosian and as a Devan. She could lie her way out of just about anything if she tried hard enough...though she usually doesn't try to hard unless it's a pressing issue.
    
    Luciela is also incredibly adept in fighting and minorly in acrobatics, allowing her to move and fight swiftly.
    
    Strengths:
    
    -Luciela's strengths lie in short to mid range combat.
    -She's a decent leader, and when she can be bothered, actually comes up with nice plans.
    -She's actually quite loyal to anyone she considers a friend.
    -Roughly 2.5x stronger and faster than the average human.
    
    Weaknesses:
    
    -Luciela is not the most focused person, rather easily distracted. She is also quite childish.
    -She is prone to having tantrums if things are too hard or tend to not be going her way.
    -She is entirely reckless due to her pride, often leading to getting herself or those around her injured.
    -Incredibly lazy, thus is not really that dedicated to fighting most of the time.
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    Hey get outta my way! Ciel

    

    
    

    
    Name: Ciel Gabron
    Age: 22
    Height: 6'2
    Weight: 165 lbs
    Race: Half-Devan
    Gender: Male
    

    
    Personality: Ciel is somewhat similar to Lu in personality in regards for his boisterous attitude. Though the difference therein lies he's simply a braggart and a con artist, he doesn't exactly believe himself to be above anyone rather he spins tales to distract anyone he's talking to in an effort to confuse them. Simply put it's best not to believe his tall tales, even if some of them are possibly true. The vast majority are not.
    
    Ciel also possess an adventurous, carefree, and headstrong attitude for the most part, unless of course it involves putting Lu in any kind of danger. Often he rushes in blind having no regards for himself if it gets the job done quicker or ensures his allies' or Lu's safety. Simply put, Ciel is entirely loyal to Lu. He will die for her if need be, doing anything and everything she asks of him for the most part. Though, he also tries to ensure she stays healthy otherwise.
    
    Biography: Ciel growing up had a decently hard life. His parents were poor and generally they barely had enough money for a half decent meal. His parents worked hard though despite this they were hardly able to give him any kind of real life. He didn't seem to mind at all though. He never got mad at his parents or angry that he didn't have better things at all, being quite content with his current life.
    
    Of course that would soon change as he eventually got caught up with the villages' local gang. At first this actually entailed a mugging, though the poor boy didn't have anything to mug so he was essentially left beaten on the ground. He was later found by his father, and as soon as he recovered started to train himself in the art of fighting. It was a hard process though with the help of a friend he eventually gained some level of decent skill.
    
    Once he had he confronted the gang, managing to beat down all but the leader before being inducted into the gang after the fight. Of course he readily accepted, the gang paid well enough and it'd help provide for his aging family.
    
    Over the years he continued pulling jobs for the gang, gifting his parents money and items, and generally working his hardest in a line of work he seemed incredibly adept in to pay his parents back. He would continue this for a while now, and at the age of 17 he would become the leader of the gang. Following this he reached out to other villages, essentially expanding the business and what exactly his gang did.
    
    Before long he would turn his organization into more than just a simple gang. His gang would become the prime thief ring as well as hitman service in the Eastern area of Arnesta. A rather prominent figure needless to say his parents no longer needed to work to support themselves, giving them the rest they definitely deserved after the hard years of labor they had to endure.
    
    Of course with his fame started rumors, rumors which spread to rival crime syndicates. Most of them were fine with his existence, he didn't start any fights with them so they saw no need to do the same. Though before long he would come home to find his parents dead, clearly a victim of his shady undertakings. He grieved for a period of time before outright leaving his village and base of operations.
    
    After a year he would return to reclaim his position, going to war with the organization he had learned pulled the job. Succeeding, he would retire with the fortune he had earned, giving a portion to his men and otherwise disbanding the gang dubbed as the Ravens. He stayed in his village from then on, in the very same house he had grew up in, though with a considerable amount more of money.
    
    He would be 22 when the Devan finally surfaced and attacked. Afterwards of course he found Lu, whom he cared for and eventually formed a pact with before fleeing to the Capital.
    
    Affiliation: Devan Resistance
    
    Likes:
    -Lu
    -Sharpening his knives
    -Reading
    -Tea
    
    Dislikes:
    -Seeing Lu hurt
    -Failing in any way possible, he's a perfectionist ironically
    -Black tea
    
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    I will protect Lu as long as I live. Ciel

    

    
    

    
    Powers/Abilities:
    Ciel as far as any kind of powers are concerned doesn't entirely have any. Not in the sense that Lu does. Ciel has enhanced accuracy through the pact as well as the ability to guide his knives and bullets slightly mid-flight. Beyond that his combative magic is not really existent as he primarily focuses on his enhanced agility and senses along with his prior skills before the pact.
    
    Like Lu, he is able to telepathically commune with her and swap places in combat if need be. One is still only ever able to fight at once, though both can be present at the same time outside of fighting.
    
    A rather unique ability Ciel is able to store a variety of items in a pocket dimension for his or Lu's own use. Though they serve no real use in combat, he is able to pull things such as a table and chairs, a small throne, as well as various food items forth from the portal.
    
    Magitek: His rifle, capable of firing medium impact rounds at a fairly rapid pace. Suited mostly for mid-long range combat it can work in short in a pinch; though he usually just smacks them with it in that regard as it's quite hard to point blank with it at that range.
    
    Gear: Ciel carries an assortment of around sixteen knives on his body, each of them razor sharp and able to pierce wood. Primary hiding spots are in his jacket, one in each sleeve, and one in each boot.
    
    Skills:
    
    Ciel is an exceptional marksmen. It's not that often that his misses his target, however he can and does miss somewhat frequently. In close-quarters-combat Ciel excels with use of a knife as well as using his rather sturdy and heavy gun as a bludgeoning tool.
    
    Beyond combat skills, Ciel makes for quite the excellent and loyal companion; essentially a butler. Though, he'll never actually admit that's his role. Yes, he knows how to sew.
    
    Strengths:
    
    -Ciel is able to fabricate truth. Now, it's not quite a silver tongue, more-so lying about past escapades to make himself look better or gain special favor.
    -Ciel has enhanced agility and senses due to the pact, making him able to see clearer for 1.5x the distance an average human can.
    -Ciel is, without a doubt, the best damned pastry chef he's met(Or so he claims).
    
    Weaknesses:
    -A bit foolhardy, believing if he tries hard enough he can probably do just about anything. Has a hard time retreating.
    -Can come off as a showy jackass should he be in the mood. Read: Most of the time.
    -Not that tactically inclined, nor does he listen to strategy well. Prefers doing his own thing above all.
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[LeSoraAmari]

The hope for humanity seems to wilt even more each and every day, yet we stay vigiliant, optimistic that we will prevail. I have hope that we will win. L. York

• General
• Details
• Combat Information
• Misc

• 
  Nickname(s)
  - Leo
  - Viktors Son
  - Kid
  
  Title
  The Winter Gunsman of Aiaran
  
  Age
  15
  
  Gender
  Male
  
  Race
  Human
  
  Appearance
  
  
  
  Height
  5'6"
  
  Weight
  145 lbs
  
  Affiliation
  Aiaran
  
• 
  
  
  Personality
  TBA
  
  Biography
  TBA
  
  Relationships
  Family;
  
  - General Viktor York: Father (Deceased)
  - Siobhan York: Mother (Deceased)
  - Matthew York: Older Brother (Deceased)
  - Diana Ernest: God-Mother (Alive: MangoSargent )
  
  Friends/Allies;
  
  - Fae Ambersol: Close Friend (Alive: Kyuubey )
  
  Likes
  - Cake
  - Tea
  - Hot females
  - Sleep
  - Diana
  - His new abilities
  - Hope
  - Kindness
  - Intelligent people
  
  Dislikes
  - The way in which how he got his abilities
  - The Devan
  - Being ridiculed for whatever reason
  - The fact that EVERYONE knows him as 'Viktors Son'
  - Fire/Heat
  
  
• 
  
  
  Powers/Abilities
  After the Goddess Aiaran took pity upon her people and released a portion of her power onto the realm, she blessed few members of the remaining populace with abilities of great wonder and power. Leon was one of those lucky individuals.
  
  Cryokinesis
  Leon was blessed with the powers of cryokinesis, that allows him to generate and control ice out of thin air or without the need to use a pre-existing source of water to form it. With this power, Leon is able to do many things with this versatile magic such as encasing a target in a column of ice, to sending a barrage of icicles their way, to even creating a dome of ice to use for protection. Although he has only really had access to such abilities for a short while, Leon is already highly skilled with them, showing exceptional promise with his abilities and his understanding of combat and the situations it involves. To him, using these abilities feels like second nature, and it's as if he's had them his entire life.
  
  Telepathy
  Although this holds no real combat use, Leon has the ability of reading the thoughts and emotions of others with a gaze. Leon knows he has this ability, yet he doesn't like using it due to how intrusive it is.
  
  Magitek
  Once upon a time, Leon had access to many different varieties of Magitek that were stored away by his family for generations. Some of those pieces were works of art and unique in many ways. However, due to the complete destruction of his family estate and the town he lived in just outside the capital, most of those pieces are now lost. Either completely destroyed, or waiting to be found in the ruins of the town. (Defer below)
  
  BlazeBurner; The Disintegrator
  
  Spoiler: Appearance

  
  
  BlazeBurner is a famous piece of magitek that of which MANY prototypes have been made to replicate, but none of them being anywhere near the original due to its total uniqueness and highly secreted design. Formerly utilised by Viktor York all throughout his time in the military; from the time of his introduction to the military, all the way up to his promotion to general, and then ultimately to the day of his death. This piece of magitek has been inside the York family for years and is considered one of the families main heirlooms. Not only that, but the firearm is regarded as a national treasure as well. It takes the form of two plasma rifles that are powered by unique magitek crystals that allow it to produce plasma from within, and then exhaust the energy and release it in concentrated blasts/beams. The magitek crystals from within are rechargeable via two methods: It's primary method of charging is the usage of sunlight, as the gun used thermal energy given to it from the sunlight to recharge and collect energy passively. However, it can take up to two whole hours for it to reach a full charge, however this is the most sustainable way. The second method of charging is just like any other magitek device, and this way is by far the quickest and most efficient. Once at full charged, BlazeBurner can be used for a lengthy time of five hours, however it's span of use is very dependant on the output of energy used. For example, if Leon was to use more energy in a shot, the charge would go down quicker than it would if he just fired several standard sized rounds.
  
  The gun itself, standardly, takes the form of two dual-pistols. However, they can also be connected in order to form a rifle that gives the magitek an increased range, firepower, and further enhanced energy capacity, (since the two are combining into one gun).
  
  Gear
  Leon doesn't carry hardly any gear of magitek on his person at all save for a few pieces, due to everything he once owned being taken from him by the Devan. However, one of the few things he does have however, is a piece of unique magitek called 'Web of Protection'. Once attached to his person, it bonds with the owner and takes form in the seems of the clothing until deactivated. It is a very very thin netting of magitek crystals that acts as a damage shield from attacks. The protection activates passively and when Leon is in danger, and it takes the form of golden hexagonal projections that covers his entire body. As it wears down, the shield slowly begins to turn from a golden colour, to amber, and then to red. When it's reached red, the effect wears off and he is not protected by it any longer. This will continue to stay this way until it is either recharged, or if the magitek crystals are replaced.
  
  
  
  Skills
  - Leon is very intelligent, going so far as to being way above the peers of his age. With his acute mind, he has a very clever and logical way of thinking. And if he can't win through physical strength, he can by smarts alone. Of course, he is still only 15, and isn't exactly a brain wizard.
  - Leon is beyond the skill level he should be with his abilities, and although much like everyone else he hasn't mastered them, he's near enough on the same level as even the strongest and oldest of those chosen by Aiaran.
  - Leon is a superb marksman, and actually has a very good aim.
  - While he isn't physically strong, he is very agile and exceptionally quick on his feet.
  - Leon is a great persuader.
  
  Strengths
  - Leon is very intelligent for his age, and his skill with his abilities is exceptional for his age.
  - He has a quick understanding of combat situations.
  - Leon can very easily adapt to the situations around him and act with or against them
  - Leon's resolve is near unquenchable, and he is very honour bound.
  - His natural skill with firearms.
  
  Weaknesses
  - Although he has a great understanding of combat and extensive knowledge of it, he has had no proper combat experience in his life, or proper training.
  - The one thing he hates most in this world is the Devan, yet they are also the beings that terrify him more than anything else in this world. Whilst he will not argue with killing them, he could easily succumb to fear when faced with one, and has even shook riddled with fear in the past.
  - Physically, Leon has no real physical prowess and he is not very skilled in that department.
  - Despite everything, Leon is still only a child, and thus is much more physically and perhaps even mentally weaker/vulnerable than an adult.
  
• 
  
  
  Theme Song
  
  
  Other
  
  Spoiler: Secret

  
  
  

 

[Zooks]

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Qsundra - The Seer​

Age: 18

Height: 5'6

Weight: average

Race: Human

Gender: Female

Appearance:

Wears a blind fold 24/7 and has since birth. She can see with her regular eyes however doing so she looses her Visions and thus her powers permanently. As such she has never seen the world except through parts of her Visions.

Personality:
Qsundra on first appearance seems shy. She will often times stay back from groups of people, hiding behind her Protector. However for her shyness she can be considered fearless. Due to her powers, she is aware fate's can not be changed and can often tell if people are bluffing or attempting to intimidate her. Growing up, despite her forced blindness, she was happy and vibrant. However after the recent destruction of her Village, she has become more so withdrawn and rarely speaks unless necessary. She is haunted by many futures, both of friends and acquaintances alike, some fates not as pleasant as others. This has left a dark stain on her heart and the undeignable feeling that despite her powers she is incapable of change. She feels cursed.

Biography:
Qsundra grew up in a village far removed from the The capital of Draenas. One in every generation was born that was a Seer, a girl who could see random visions of the future and of all things both real and unseen. While she could see all things, she was not capable of changing the future. While growing up she often found any intervention she played has ended up the same result, be it good or otherwise and for the most part she keeps her visions to herself. The village kept the girl hidden from the Capital and Military, fearing that they may use her powers to keep her as a weapon against the Devan.

She grew up alongside her Champion, a single figure chosen within the village to protect her and her Vision Sight for many years. It was only recently when the forces of the Devan came barging through the village did she and her Champion flee. And while she knew this day would come for some time, she grieved the destruction of her town, family and friends causing her to become much more recluse. It was at this point she realized despite her visions she was unable to change Fate and thus started to see her powers as a curse rather then a gift.

Affiliation: Aiaran

Powers/Abilities:

Visionary Sight
Qsundra is able to see very vivid and detailed visions of the future. These vision are completely randomized however things may set them off (meeting someone new, coming to a new place or experiencing a new power). While she has knowledge of this future, she has realized she can not change that person or town's fate by warning them and as such is very reluctant to divulge this information. She sees this powers as more of a curse after the destruction of her village. While physically weak she relies on her protector to ensure both her safety and the safety of her eyesight.

Champion Protector - Rhodus Prime

Gear: Blind Fold

Magitek: N/A

Skills: Is a skilled singer despite her lack of eyesight as her hearing is especially sensitive.

Strengths:
Future Visions
Shows a Fate that can not be altered or changed
Her Protector

Weaknesses:
Physically very weak
Not trained in any combat
Should her blind fold be removed and her eyes opened fully she looses her visions permanently
When a vision overcomes her, her entire body slumps and is otherwise unconscious till the vision passes leaving her extremely vulnerable.

Likes:
Her Champion's voice
The sound of rain or running water
Smell of flowers

Dislikes:
People too close
Asking about her eyes
People asking about their own futures (visions are random)​

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Spoiler: We'll tell your mother... we ate it.

 

[zCrookedz]

Kado Fireheart
Champion of the Drakes

Spoiler: This thing

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Name

Name: Kado Fireheart
Age: 300
Gender: Male
Affiliation: Aiaran

Apearance

Height: 7'0"
Weight: 500lb's
Scales: Red
Eyes: Amber Yellow
Body figure: Trim build, slightly muscular

Abilities/Skills

Clothing/Armor: Mostly cloth attire. Leather belt, boots, and bracers. Mostly lets his hardened dragon scales protect him from the most dangerous of attacks.
Magitek: Eruptor Blade, 12 Blast Vials (in blade), 12 Blast Vials (back ups), Magitek repair kit/ Sword sharpening kit.

Eruptor Blade- A blade that houses a set of 12 vials that are a combination of magic and dragon fire. Upon ignition form the striking mechanism, the blade erupts in to a spray of dragon fire that can burn through steel like hot magma. Kado makes the vials himself.

Character

Vices :
1. Does not trust a lot of people.
2. Brutally honest to a fault.
3. Obliviously humorless.
4. Can become annoyed.
Virtues :
1. Does not pay attention to others ridicule.
2. Strength in combat
3. Quite smart
4. Honest
Likes:
1. Working with his hands.
2. Teaching others to fight.
3. Spending time outdoors.
4. Cooking
Dislikes:
1. Being lied to.
2. Blatant stupidity
3. Being Mocked
4. The color blue.
Habits: Kado will have small wisps of smoke come out of his nose when he is annoyed.

History

History​

While most of the Aiaran races live in harmony with one another, share similar qualities with each other, and even treat each other as equals to some degree; no such love has been shown for Kado and the Drakes of Arnesta. Commonly refereed to as "dragon folk" they were once a breed of Devan that outgrew their savage ways and joined the races of Aiaran and her people. Although never having fully been accepted into the fold of its people, the Drakes have always treated Arnesta and its people as there homes. Even if they do not see them the same.

Kado was no different than any of the other hatchlings of his time. He grew up in a community of Drakes with his mother and father and the rest of his brood, learned much like the rest of the hatchlings, and grew up strong and cleaver. While most Drakes are quiet prevalent with magic, Kado found solice in his martial abilities rather than arcane. He trained with the other Drakes in the art of sword fighting and other weaponry, and was more lax with his studies into the mystic arts. When he reached his adulthood, Kado decided to take his fight to the Devans, having always held them responsible for the way the the rest of the kingdom saw the Drake Race. He worked with a magitech blacksmith within the city to help him create the Eruptor Blade and take his fight to the Devan's

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[Kyuubey]

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I’d imagine the whole world was one big machine. Machines never come with any extra parts, you know? They always come with the exact amount they need. So I figured, if the entire world was one big machine, I couldn’t be an extra part. I had to be here for some reason. And that means you have to be here for some reason, too. HC

• Basic Information
• Magitek
• Personality
• Skills and Other Information

• Name:
  Winry Caldur
  
  Nickname:
  The Tinker
  
  Age:
  13
  
  Gender:
  Female
  
  Race:
  Human
  
  Height:
  4'5
  
  Weight:
  84lbs
  
  Affiliation:
  Aiaran
  
  
• 
  
  Powers/Abilities:
  
  Telepathy/Telekinesis: The ability to communicate through the mind, hear ones thoughts, rummage through their memories and also create a falsehood of what they believe is reality(can be shattered if one realizes it isn't real but an illusion but she doesn't know how to use this branch yet). Winry cannot shut this off and is forced to hear everyone when they get within proximity of her. Has been known to move things with her mind when emotionally triggered, but cannot utilize this freely yet with a sense of control. Also able to translate any language and speak it, mentally.
  
  " Psst I know the force.. "
  
  Magitek:
  
  Has a special toolset infused with magitek crystals that is able to repair and alter most things; only relics and machinery are affected. Among that toolset is a hammer capable of shattering magitek crystals and forging enhanced upgrades.
  
  Gear:
  
  A small arsenal of guns and ammo that attach to her arms and back custom made by yours truly, acting as a make shift suit of sorts that fires off rounds in a splash cone in whatever direction she aims. It is pretty lightweight and as such does not act to weigh her down much, albeit a little bit.
  
  Spoiler

  
• 
  
  Personality:
  Winry has an optimistic look in life, always standing by the belief that nothing is beyond repair. Physically anyways, for the mind ... well, that would lead into a whole 'nother ball park that is better left disregarded. Quite the scavenger, Winry has an eye for even the smallest of things and finding a use for even the most lone bolt or piece of scrap. Gifted as a child, the girl is able to repair and fix almost anything that has been set before her at a rate that would be shocking to most whom witness the 'magic' at work. True bliss is gained through making something whole again, or watching it come back to life before her very eyes and knowing she lent a hand in doing it. Whereas many would find her simpleminded, a genius hides behind a childish gaze, leading ones beliefs at first glance quite astray. Her gullible side puts her at a disadvantage when dealing with others, though their thoughts tend to give their true intentions away which saves her from being a victim to most scams or lies. Winry enjoys getting her hands dirty and has an enormous soft spot for machinery, favoring them over people.
  
  History:
  There is no tale that is without sadness or a glimmer of a dark past; it lies within each of us, dormant or riding in the front seat. It is there, reflected in what we do and how we think, how we interact with others or when alone, and how we cope. Like most children in this day and age, Winry lost her parents at a young age to the ones whom wish their kind dead; the Devans. Luckily, or unluckily, however one sees it, Winry was never truly alone when becoming an orphan. She could hear everyone, their thoughts, their pain, their desires, their secrets. Having been blessed or cursed with telepathic abilities, the girl began to lose the ability to speak, finding that instead of forming words or making sounds with her mouth, they instead were spoken through her mind. And this is how she communicates, a delicate yet excitable voice echoing from her mind to yours, but only when comfortable. Because of this innate uncontrollable ability, the tinker decided to surround herself with machinery and weapons. Repairing them, fixing them, enjoying the quiet they offered.
  
  But one day, a fated day, Winry was scavenging for parts deep underground in a part of the city that most people didn't dare enter. Maybe it was the superstitions, or the graveyard of parts and clutter and dirt that made them steer clear, she didn't know. To her it was piles of treasure, scattered jewels. A voice seemed to hum from further down, far across the rubble, starting off as a small sound until it shook the very walls of her mind. Though afraid, she was curious, insanely so. It felt.... familiar, somehow. And whilst she ventured closer, it began to loom into view, the twelve foot golem, the beautiful artifact of history itself, an ancient treasure. And it was very much alive. A hand reached out to touch the cold exterior, fingers tracing along where they could reach as if an astonishingly awed stupor before she spoke to it.
  
  "I'll help you fulfill your purpose." The words were calm and sincere, implanted into the golem's mind as she peered up, not frightened even though it towered over her and could probably end her life with a single swing.
  
  Likes:
  -Machines
  -Tools
  -Scraps
  -Simple Food
  -Being a grease monkey
  
  Dislikes:
  -Interacting with people
  -Exquisite things
  -People Throwing away or misusing guns/machinery
  
• 
  
  Skills:
  Mechanically gifted, engineering prowess; can alter, repair and enhance machinery.
  
  Able to find out true intentions and the secrets people try to keep.
  
  Strengths:
  -Very tactical minded for one her age
  -Can repair things in the heat of battle
  -Quick on her feet
  
  Weaknesses:
  -Extremely small and fragile
  -Will throw herself into immediate danger to protect and rebuild her golem friend if needed
  
  Other:
  She hangs around or on her favourite golem most of the time, trying to teach him the ways of the world and enjoying the view from above. Xel
  
  Machines are people too! They think and feel just like we do! You'd do well to remember that tidbit, ya got that?
  

 

[The Elder]

I live to protect my brother. I live to avenge my family. If I die doing any of those things, I know it won't be in vain. August F. Silver

• General
• Personality
• Combat Info
• Other

• 
  Nickname(s)
  -Gusty(Brother's nickname)
  Age
  18
  Gender
  Male
  Race
  Mystic Werewolf
  (Werewolf/Witch hybrid
  Appearance
  
  
  
  Full Werewolf Form
  
  Height
  6'2
  Weight
  185 lbs
  Affiliation
  Aiaran
  
• 
  
  
  
  Personality
  August is a laid-back individual, but will get serious when the time arrives.He and his brother always goes back and forth, even over the most ridiculous things, like who looks more like a wolf than than the other, when they both clearly have the same features. When he was younger, August was very obstinate and reckless, but over time he leveled out and become more careful with life. August has a hard time trusting other people beside his brother. At first he'll seem a bit cold/ distant, but as he spends more time with someone he'll relax more around them. After the death of his family, August drive for living become stronger as he took on the burden to avenging his family and protecting his brother.
  Biography
  August grew up in a five member household. There was his father, a werewolf; his mother ,a witch; his little sister, and his twin brother. They were educated by the mother on everything essential about the world and witchcraft, while their father taught them control of their wolf abilities, and how to hunt and fight. The family leaved peacefully for years, until the uprising of the Devan took the lives of the brother's parents and little sister. They brothers were near the capital, going on one of their adventures when the uprising occurred. They failed to return home in order to help people reach the capital. After things died down, the returned using August's magic and was filled with mixture . of anger and sadness. On that day August vowed to eradicate the Devan,and protect his brother.
  Likes
  - Meat
  - Nature
  -His brother
  -Sleeping
  -His brother's cooking
  Dislikes
  - The Devan
  - Being treated differently
  -The feeling of losing his brother
  -His brother
  
• 
  
  
  
  Powers/Abilities
  Mystic Werewolf Physiology
  ~Magic~
  Spell Casting
  With August knowledge and potential, he can cast normal spells using his mana. When using his mother's Grimoire book, the variety of spells he can cast are increased.
  Dark Arts
  Using his mother's Grimoire, August can cast a variety of spells known to be Dark Arts. The higher grade the spell the more Mana August will use up.
  Magitek
  N/A
  Gear
  
  
  The two bigger swords are on his going down in a diagonal motion from right to left. The dagger is also on his back, but in a horizontal position with the hilt facing towards his right side.
  
  His mother's
  This Grimoire has been past down his mother's familyline for decades. It contains knowledge of many supernatural creatures, ingredients for potions, information to creating talismans and amulets, and a variety of spells; including those of the Dark Art. The Grimoire can't be damaged by normal means, nor regular everyday magic. In order to destroy this book, there are certain sets of conditions one must make. August found this book in the wreckage of his families home. He keeps this book locked and hooked to his left side. Only he and his brother can unlock the book. This book was also enchanted to take on a talking spectral form the user is most common with, along with a gender and voice that varies. For August's mother the book took on the form of a male cat, with a smart British mouth. For August the book takes on the form of a female wolf, who's voice reminds him of his mouth. Soft and gentle, and yet not afraid to speak up and say the truth or what's on her mind.
  
  Spoiler: Spectral Wolf Form

  
  Skills
  -August traits makes him an excellent tracker/hunter
  -An excellent swordsman, but there's always room for improvement
  -His skills with his magic have come naturally, putting him high over most trained people
  Strengths
  -August has a strong will to survive, which increased after the death of his parents.
  -When tagged along side of his brother, they are formidable opponents.
  -His skills of magic comes more natural than most people
  -He's supernatural condition puts him high above others
  Weaknesses
  -With his brother being his only blood alive, he'll do anything to keep it that way
  -Even though August is a natural born werewolf, he can still become feral when angered. This feral state causes him to attack in a wild frantic with no knowledge of friend nor foe. The only one who's safe is his brother.
  -The more spells August cast the more Mana he uses, and the strong the spell the more Mana he uses.
  
• 
  Theme Song
  N/A
  Other
  Brother to May Silver Zooks
  

Spoiler: Click Me

 

[Zooks]

May Silver

Age: 18

Height: 6'

Weight: Manly

Race: Mystic Werewolf

Gender: Male

Appearance:

Full Werewolf Form

Personality:
When things are well, May is well. He can be charming, energetic, and a grinning goofball. But things can turn sour very quick. The oddest of things can turn his temper and then watch out. He won't think twice about starting a brawl or fighting it out with his fists. Ever since the 'event' May has barely changed. At least on the outside.Though he refuses to acknowledge it even happens, saying their was only ever the two brothers.

Biography:​

May grew up in a five member household. There was his father, a werewolf; his mother ,a witch; his little sister, and his twin brother. They were educated by the mother on everything essential about the world and witchcraft, while their father taught them control of their wolf abilities, and how to hunt and fight. The family leaved peacefully for years, until the uprising of the Devan took the lives of the brother's parents and little sister. The brothers were near the capital, going on one of their adventures when the uprising occurred. They failed to return home in order to help people reach the capital. After things died down, they returned however May became a complete cold face. While his brother was angry and sad, May turned his emotions inside himself and carried on as if nothing had ever happened. Never acknowledging they were anything less then simply the two brothers, and had always been that way. Effectively blocking out the trauma.

Affiliation: Aiaran

Powers/Abilities:
Lycan passive abilities (Low light vision, excellent sense of smell, long stamina, great hearing, good tracking).
Werewolf full body take over - this is uncontrollable and the boys will go on a rampage if provoked but won't attack each other.

CHAIN MAGIC
Can summon up to a dozen chains simultaneously which bind and restrain his foes. These chains are enchanted to ward off some types of magical energy to prevent them being destroyed, most commonly the elements such as heat and cold. While twisted they can slowly drain their opponent of magical energy to be absorbed. This magic can then be taken in by May for a brief period of time allowing him to almost copy cat their power.

Gear: Bare fists baby.

Magitek: N/A

Skills:
Tracking
Cooking
Darts
​

Strengths:
High Pain threshold
High Stamina
Keen eyesight

Weaknesses:
Not nimble
Quick to anger
Reckless

Likes:
The Moon
His brother
Meat
Prey

Dislikes:
The Moon
His brother

Other:
Brother to August Silver The Elder​

 

[CrimsonEclipse]

Brood Matriarch Xen'Kharal

Go forth my children, reclaim what is rightfully ours. Reclaim your birthright, my legacy. Brood Matriach

• General Information
• Combat Information
• Others

• Name:
  Xen'kharal
  
  Age:
  ???
  
  Race:
  Devan - Hive Lord
  
  Gender:
  Female
  
  Appearance:
  Xen'kharal is one of the most unique Devans out there. Assumed to be a part of a once thought of extinct species, Xen'kharal's appearance is far different than most Devans. Xen'kharal appears more insectoid than the modern Devan's more common mammalian and reptilian base. With a chitinous hide, thick and hard exoskeleton, an abdomen with hundreds of legs reminiscent of a centipede, even the use of pheromones to command her brood, it would not be a stretch to put Xen'kharal as an entirely different specie altogether. Her closest relatives are the giant worm-like Devans, though those are weaker and watered down versions of herself.
  
  Xen'kharal's upper body is 13 feet tall and her lower, centipede like body is 22 feet long. Her upper body is covered in a chitinous hide that gleams like a rainbow when light shines on it while her lower body is covered in black plates that protects her lower body. Her hundred legs are tipped with a sharp edge, sharp enough to pierce through armor. The exoskeleton is similar to a dragon's scales in that ordinary weapons cannot even hope to pierce it. Each of her four scythes are 6 feet long and are razor sharp, she can also swing it at high speeds. She also has long tentacles on the back of her head that looks like it could be her hair, though she can move each independently and are tipped with stingers that produces a paralytic toxin. Her mandibles also produces toxins, though it is a toxin that dissolves a prey's insides to make it easier to eat.
  
  Personality:
  Xen'kharal is cold and calculating. Despite treating her swarm as her own children, she would not hesitate to sacrifice them to achieve victory. She has even sided with the Devans despite her disdain of other races due to the fact that she needs them in order to succeed. She also holds quite a grudge on the Aiarans due to the fact that their ancestors were the reason her kind was wiped out ages ago. She also has a sadistic and bloodthirsty side, she would often have her swarm capture preys alive in order for her to play with them in he underground tunnels she calls home. She's not all bad though, well she is, but sometimes she does spare the occasional prey that manages to entertain her. She eats them after she gets bored though. And despite her loathing of other races, she finds delight in talking with them as she is extremely bored after ages of slumber and she wishes to know more about the world she's about to rule.
  
  Biography:
  Xen'kharal is an ancient being, born long before the Aiarans learned to create those damned Magitek contraptions. Her race, though few in number, ruled the world and everything trembled at their might. Xen'kharal was especially powerful, claiming the title of Brood Matriarch, the highest position in their society. None could stand up to them, they were at the top of the food chain an none could threaten them. Everything was theirs, until the lesser existence created those damned weapons.
  
  Magitek weaponry had allowed those pitiful and weak to fight back against them. Arrogant and prideful, the Hive Lords had underestimated their opponents. Caught off guard by the strength the weapons had demonstrated, the Hive Lords were too late in retaliating. By the time they fought properly with those lowly lifeforms, over half of their population had been eradicated. Most of the swarms who makes up the bulk of their army, the Hive Lords were outnumbered an overpowered. The Hive Lords tried to flee however the Aiarans, as they would be called in later generations, had them pinned. All but one of them perished, Xen'kharal had managed to escape. She was mortally wounded and on the brink of death as she swore vengeance upon those who had destroyed them. She entered a deep slumber to heal, and after generations and generations, the Brood Matriarch has awoken and she is here to claim what is rightfully hers.
  
  Affiliation:
  Devan
  
  
• Powers/Abilities:
  The Swarm - Xen'kharal is able to lay eggs, eggs that hatches into loyal and devoted underlings that follows her every commands. These are not her actually children but merely pawns for her to use, though she does affectionately call them her children. These creatures come in two stages, larvae and drone.
  
  
  Spoiler: Larvae

  
  The larvae stage is when a child of hers is just born and this stage can last for a couple of weeks to a few months. The larvae's size usually ranges from that of a dog to a full-grown man. They are born with no eyes, hence they are blind. The larvae usually spends its time underground burrowing and only comes out to hunt or on the Brood Matriarch's command. Its gaping maws and sharp teeth are only present to hold the prey. The proboscis that comes from within its mouth injects into a prey's body, injecting it with both paralytic and softening toxins and it then sucks up the prey from inside. The larvae is vulnerable to sunlight and only comes out at night. It is also quite vulnerable due to having no body armor of any sort, so it is quite easy to kill. Their main tactic is to swarm a prey to overwhelm it. Most larvae don't reach drone stage, with only 30% of the larvae population reaching adulthood.
  
  
  Spoiler: Drone

  
  Once a larvae manages to survive long enough, it'll contain itself with a chrysalis. After a month, a fully grown Drone will emerge. Drones are more similar in appearance to a Brood Matriarch than a larvae, though it looks more insect-like. It has a thicker and sturdier carapace, though it only possesses a single pair of scythes. It has an insect's abdomen with four sharp legs attached to it. The drone still possesses the ability to burrow but it uses it as a method of hunting and not as a means to live. Their thick carapace allows them to defend easier against opponents and its scythes also provides it a better means of attacking. It lacks the toxins present in a larvae however. Their numbers are inferior to the larvae but their strength is no doubt greater. There have also been cases of a rare type of drone appearing. These drones possesses two pairs of wings, allowing them to hover in the air. These drones are dubbed as Soldiers and are generally smarter and more capable than drones, though there's only a 10% chance of a drone evolving into a soldier.
  
  Chemical Warfare: The Hive Lords has a special organ that allows them to brew and create various chemicals. This includes various toxins and pheromones that they can use. Xen'kharal is of course no exception to this. She uses this organ to create the paralytic toxin she uses to immobilized her prey. She can also use this to spit a stream of acid or a poisonous cloud for offense. But most of all, she uses it to create the pheromones she needs to command her swarm. The organ is also useful for detoxifying poisons and toxins, making her effectively immune to those.
  
  Burrower: Xen'kharal can effortlessly tread underneath the earth as if swimming underwater. By excrete chemicals from her skin, Xen'kharal could cause the earth around her to harden to create tunnels. Of course she can also choose to not excrete the chemicals, causing the tunnels to collapse behind her. Excellent for ambushes and escapes.
  
  Telepathy: While the Hive Lords are unable to communicate verbally they are able to communicate with their minds. While this is useful for communication, it can also be used to forcefully obtain information from a victim's mind though it does result in permanent brain damage. It can also allow communication to other races, making it very handy for when you don't speak their language.
  
  Superhuman Regeneration: Xen'kharal is able to heal her wounds at an increases rate. This is due to her boundless vitality and her body producing chemicals to speed up her healing.
  
  Gear:
  None
  
  Magitek(If any):
  While Xen'kharal does not own any Magitek equipment, she still hoards them. Everything from a magic crystal to a simple magitek clock to a weapon, she hoards all of these. Her lair is littered with magitek equipment enough to arm an entire army.
  
  Skills:
  Queen of Blades: Xen'kharal's scythes are weapons of death. They are sharp enough to cut through bedrock and steel as if they were paper and is dense enough to be used as an emergency shield. She can even use the scythes to fire off blades of wind just by swinging them harder. She can also effortlessly use each scythe independently, allowing her to fight multiple foes at once.
  
  Born Leader: Xen'kharal is a capable leader and strategist. She is able to lead and command her swarms all at once and even keep track of all of them. Granted she is cheating a bit since their brains are wired this way, it still makes her a very capable strategist. Despite this her favorite tactic is still to overpower them with numbers since she likes it when they despair and give up.
  
  Fast and Furious: Despite her size, Xen'kharal is surprisingly fast. Like flies who seem to dodge at te last minute or cockroaches who scuttle around at high speeds to avoid getting squashed, thr Brood Matriarch is also quick enough to dodge or block attacks from enemies.
  
  Strengths:
  Xen'kharal has the sheer strength of numbers, her swarm ranging from hundreds to thousands. She is very capable and can handle herself in a fight against an army all alone. She is also quite tough and hard to bring down. She has a very convenient method of escaping once things go wrong. She is very quick despite her bulk.
  
  Weaknesses:
  Xen'kharal and her swarm are vulnerable to cold and heat, making fire a useful weapon against them. Her larvae are weak enough to be killed by a grown man. It takes her a long time to rebuild her swarm. She can be forced back to slumber if fatally wounded.
  
  
• Theme Song:
  
  
  Likes:
  Xen'kharal has a habit of keeping victims alive and keeping them in her lair, treating them as her pets. Once she gets bored, she lets some of them go only to hunt them down when they think they're free. She also likes to collect Magitek and has a weird obsession with them. She also finds cats fascinating and has decided to spare them once she rules the world.
  
  Dislikes:
  She hates birds a lot. She also finds criminals and stupid people disgusting, she even regrets peering through their minds. She also dislikes gold an silver for some reason.
  
  Hobbies:
  Xen'kharal likes to peer into the minds of her 'pets' for fun, she especially likes the minds of warriors and scholars. She likes to go hunting alone and she likes to toy with her prey first. She loves to collect magitek despite having no idea how they work.
  
  Others:
  She names her drones, usually done after they exit the chrysalis.
  
  

​

 

[Kyuubey]

​

I'm fire and ice, licking at your skin. You'll learn to fear the cold and crave the burn within. FA

• Basic Information
• Magitek
• Personality
• Skills and Other Information

• Name:
  Fae Ambersol
  
  Age:
  17, Almost 18
  
  Gender:
  Female
  
  Race:
  Half Phoenix/Half Human with the soul of the Nemean Lion
  
  Height:
  It's all in the legs ~
  
  Weight:
  Why don't you pick me up and find out? ;]
  
  Affiliation:
  Aiaran
  
  Nemean Lion form;
  
  Spoiler

  
  
  
  
• 
  
  Powers/Abilities:
  
  Phoenix racial abilities;
  
  • Rebirth ( only during solar eclipse ) and Quick Regeneration
  • Healing Tears ( Rarely cries though, really )
  • Gives wings to Nemean Lion form for flight
  • Control over fire, able to cover her entire body within it and produce it at will
  • Immunity to fire, rather consumes it
  
  Nemean Lion racial abilities;
  
  • Can transform into the beast itself
  • Impenetrable Skin when in beast form
  • Control over lunar abilities; ice specifically, as the Nemean Lion was known to have fallen from the moon
  • Resistance to Ice and Water
  • Is not affected by magic that could change its form in any way or alter it
  Gear;
  Plasma handheld gun that fires off in quick succession.
  
  Partner in crime; NYMFO ( Not your mech, FUCK OFF! ) Battle-Mech: Operated by the infamous, smart ass, witty AI, Terioss! Equipped with lots of freakin' guns, shield matrix that stops projectiles; ( Only lasts for a short duration before needing to recharge ) Turbo boosts allow for NYMFO being airborne but only for small bursts at a time. As a last ditch effort can be used as an extremely big BOOM! A nuclear explosion that is a fun mushroom bomb and will destroy basically anything in its wake. The radius isn't too big on the explosion and those caught outside of it will be heavily damaged but not killed. Cannot be hacked, Terioss is too suave for you. NYMFO is covered in anti-magic metals and cannot be targeted by magic, rendering Fae safe from magical harm while in the cockpit.
  
  
  
• 
  
  Personality; Desire eats at this one, so much it burns, exactly like the soul that shines like a bright supernova within Fae. While passionate, the girl whom has almost reached adulthood this go around is still extremely careless, throwing caution to the wind without remorse. She prefers the in your face approach, not knowing how to give someone personal space. Whatever comes to mind usually escapes her lips shortly after. Whilst intrigued by much and hell bent on pursuing answers, Fae likes to toy with people in a harmless playful way. She loves to laugh and finds humor in many silly things. The only weakness that is easily noticeable is her inability to not wear her heart on her sleeve when it comes to those whom have touched it. They will forever be protected, in whichever rash or overkill way possible. The Phoenix side of her doesn't forgive or forget. The beast side of her is unpredictable, apathetic, courageous, and fearless.
  
  Biography; The stories you were told as a child? The ones about the mythical beasts whom roamed the lands and were defeated by heroes? The heroes you painted out to be gods or goddesses, the ones you worshiped.
  
  " The almighty beast has been slain! " They cheered throughout the village. Slain? Was I truly? He brought them my head, didn't he? That's the silly thing about you presumptuous humans, you judge those as horrible beasts without a second thought simply by the way we look. Little did you know, I was protecting your quaint cozy homes and lives. I prowled those jungles, I killed the savages who dared to ruin the peace. It took one, one simple minded human to gaze at my true form before I was marked with a bulls-eye upon my back. When your champion came for me to surpass the trial given to him, I didn't fight back. I never lifted a single clawed paw. That's not the way you remember it in the stories is it? Another thing you humans tend to do; you lie.
  
  Alas I never truly died, that story didn't end the way you may have heard it. My soul drifted and found a permanent home in a newborn child. Now this, this is her story.
  
  
  
• 
  
  Strengths;
  
  In human form:
  
  • Cat-like Reflexes
  • Confident and Headstrong
  • Exceptional sight and awareness, senses are heightened
  In Nemean Lion form:
  
  • Claws can tear through anything, even magitech crystal or stone like skin, etc
  • Able to lift and carry quite a bit of weight
  • Almost impossible to physically wound
  
  
  Weaknesses;
  
  In human form:
  
  • Extremely weak to water - not ice
  • Reckless, engages without thinking
  In Nemean Lion form:
  
  • Extremely big target, easy to restrain given the right magic
  • Weak to Earth magic
  • Can be hit in the eyes to be physically hurt
  
  
  Likes;
  
  • Her Mech
  • The Moon
  • The Sun
  • Taking Risks
  • Leon ( Not romantically, just teases him ) LeSoraAmari
  
  Dislikes;
  
  • The idea of personal space
  • Pessimism
  • Being Alone
  • Being Restrained
  
  Other;
  The markings on her face are due to her Nemean Lion form: just a physical trait stemming from it.
  
  
  
  
  
  

 

[Mena]

THEME SONG​

Likes
Sweets
Coding Things
Working with Technology
Listening to Music on her Headphones​

Dislikes
Blood
Bossy People
Working with People
Having Contact with others​

Fears
Deava
Spiders​

Mizu Futuba
Genius ☁︎ Nerdy ☁︎ Reserved ☁︎ Friendly ☁︎ Quiet ​

Basics
Name: Mizu Futuba
Date of Birth: June 7th XXXX
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Pronouns: -chan, -san, she/her
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Job: Skilled Hacker

Appereance
Race: Human
Affiliation: Aiaran
Hair Colour: Orange
Eye Colour: Light Purple
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 115 Ib

Personality

Mizu is a quiet and mysterious individual, spending her time inside rather than wandering the streets of the town like others. Most is not known about her by the neighbors, except she keeps to herself and doesnt leave her home much. Mizu doesn't bother the neighbors much, except for when they are being overly noisy when she's working. Aside from the neighbors, others believe that she's apart of a cult while the latter believe that she is secretly in illegal business and should be arrested.

Some of what those people are true, however the some of the rumors are false. In reality, she is just a NEET who doesn't somewhat like physical or social attraction of others. There are few exceptions as she only gets friendly to those that she can trust, which is basically no one, and others that are somewhat competent at working well. Due to personal reasons, she fears everything about Deava and tries to avoid their kind as much as possible.

Skills

Strengths:
- Mizu is a very swift and agile person, able to dodge most attack by simply twisting her body in angles. She has to remain undetected, swiftly running along cover spots, be in order to gather information on her enemies.

- Mizu Futuba is a very knowledgeable person when it comes to technology such as computers, cars, etc. She is also well varsities in foods, such as pie.

- Mizu can hack into any computer or security program that she has information or at least some type of knowledge on.

Weaknesses:
- Mizu is very awkward in most cases, giving off the impression that she is better than others. This causes people to think that she's full of herself and not want to cooperate with her.

- Difficult to hack into programs that she doesn't have knowledge on already (doesn't know what to expect as far as anti-hacking mechanisms)

- She is not a fighter, her attacks are fairly weak against others. (Lacks strength in her attacks)

Powers

Electric Manipulation:
This power allows her to control the electric currents around her, morph and bend them to her own will. She can create shields around herself and others, make lighting rain down from the sky (only if there are thunder clouds around) and she can bake awesome cakes in seconds by using her powers. Of course, she usually uses her powers to taze people that are annoying or enemies that she doesn't want to kill immediately.

Biography

The enigma that is Mizu Futuba was a mystery to the area around her, people even question as to why such a young girl would be living her life alone. Those that she would buy groceries and other things from would say that she is a strange On the rare occasions that she was seen outside, she would go straight to the grocery store then disappear right back into her home. Mizu would then continue to be cooped up in her apartment for weeks, maybe months if she stretched her food rations out correctly.

However the large scar on her back will always remind her of the pain she felt in her earlier years. When her family was living in a small city in the west, she was a happy and laid back child without a care in the world. Mizu was the youngest on her siblings, just being the age of 7 while her big brothers were almost grown men, 17. She hadn't needed the thought of worrying about Deava or the attempts that happened each day by the Champions to reign peace for their world.

All she had to do at that time was focus on her studies and learn about programs from her father. Her father was one of the upper hackers during the time that he was alive, teaching Mizu all that he had learned so that she may continue onto the family business. This continued for many years until the day that evil Deava invaded her city, slaughtering anyone and everything that got in their way. That night when they were attacked, her brothers took her into their underground hide away and told her never to open the door, no matter what happened. She understood their commands however that did not calm her as she soon heard the screams of her entire family, one by one until they all died.

The next morning, young Mizu opened the door to see that her entire city was in ruins and bodies scatted across the ground. The girl blamed herself for the death of her family and those around her, However something within her wouldn't let her take her own life, Mizu dragged herself out of the depression that she placed herself in. Eventually she made her way to the now fortified city in the west, with a new strengthened resolve to herself and her fallen family. Mizu now lives by herself in a small apartment on the most quiet of the streets, mostly modern but has faster internet connection.

Coded By: Honeybees

 

[LeSoraAmari]

Weakness is the illusion of victory. In order to obtain the key, you need to be strong. With great strength comes undeniable respect, and the door to conquest unveils. Ana

• Basics
• Details
• Combat Information
• Misc

• 
  Name
  Alkaios Ananias Exusia Dynami Titan-Born
  "Just call me Ana."
  
  Nicknames
  Ana
  
  Title(s)
  The Daughter of Giants
  
  Affiliation
  Aiaran
  
  Age
  19
  
  
  
  Race
  1/2 Giant 1/2 Human
  - With the soul of the Labyrinth Minotaur
  
  Height
  7'5" (17ft when in Minotaur Form)
  
  Weight
  146 lbs (nearly 5x that when in Minotaur Form)
  
  
• 
  
  
  Personality
  Ana is a woman who loves to fight, her warmongery nature and cold demeanour could prove fearsome to most, however when one gets to properly know her they soon realise that she actually is an incredibly pleasant person, and definitely somebody to have as a friend. Ana is compassionate and caring towards those in need, however despite this she has a strong dislike to the weak, and in particular those who grovel about it. Believing that respect is earned through good deeds and a sterling reputation, she strives in order to uphold the good reputation she has spent so long maintaining. Ana can be quick to anger at times, often causing her to lash out at some poor souls unexpectedly and without an actual explanation. She is incredibly kind and thoughtful for the most part, doing her best to protect humanity and all of those who dwell within the last city. As a warrior, her resolve and pride is exceptional, so great in fact that she could appear zealous to the idea of battle. Despite her brutish nature, Ana is actually a very intelligent women, and although she prefers getting her hands dirty and wearing a big suit of armour, she also finds pleasure in sitting back, downing a crate of beer, and falling asleep for 24 hours.
  
  Bio
  TBA
  
  
  
  Likes
  - Fighting
  - Protecting those in need
  - Training people
  - Punching through things
  - Throwing people
  - Extensive training sessions
  - Spicy foods
  - Coffee
  - Alcohol
  - Devan
  
  Dislikes
  - Weaklings
  - Unjust cause
  - Mass genocide
  - Watching food rot
  - Being challenged by the manjority of the weak populace
  - Being stared at
  - An unpolished blade
  - Devan
  - People touching her hair
  - Unbloody fights
  
  Relationships
  TBD
  
• 
  
  
  Powers/Abilities
  Giant Racial Abilities;
  
  - Phenominal strength, far surpassing any human and the majority of humanoids. Can punch through most materials such as steel, iron, and brick, and magitek with great ease
  - Resistance to physical damage and magical damage, but not an immunity.
  - Greater Endurance: Ana has an increased level of endurance and stamina.
  
  Minotaur Racial Abilities;
  
  - Greater Strength: Is able to tear through any material, even the strongest of military grade metals and magitek with a single punch when in this form due to how intense her strength is.
  -Greater Speed: When she has changed form, her speed is increased largely as well.
  - Armoured Skin: The skin of a minotaur can withstand unrelenting punishment, and her skin cannot be damaged by physical attacks.
  - Elemental Control: Having the soul of the minotaur enables Ana control other earthen substances, most specifically rock and mud.
  - Greater Endurance: Ana has an increased level of endurance and stamina.
  - Greater Combat Resistence: When in this form, Ana is incredibly resistant to most forms of damage.
  
  Magitek
  Ana doesn't really carry any magitek on her person at all. However, the one thing she does keep on her is a magitek device that can sharpen her axe, and polish her armour and shield in mere seconds.
  
  Gear
  Athena's Bulwark
  
  
  
  Athena's Bulwark is a large shield from a time unknown. It is an ancient shield that possesses many great abilities, and it's main focus is to protect. Standing at a mighty 14ft tall, Athena's Bulwark was crafted by giants in an age since passed, and it can only be lifted by those of giant blood. To anybody else, even the strongest, it is simply impossible to nudge and seemingly even more impossible to dent. Athena's Bulwark is able to form into a colossal wall so as to shield anything it is protecting from harm, and it can withstand brutal punishment such as cannon blasts and large concentrated beams of magic. The shield cannot redirect any damage, it is purely to act as an impenetrable wall that cannot be breached.
  
  Athena's Talon
  
  
  
  Athena's Hand is a beautifully designed battle axe that is crafted to a razor finish, stands at a height of 7ft, and was made in a time long since passed. Crafted by giants alongside its companion shield, the axe too can only be lifted by those of giant blood. The axe has no special abilities like the shield does, however it's cutting potential is excellent, and it can cut through almost any material with ease.
  
  Skills
  
  - Ana has great skill in the arts of martial arts, and a punch from her can send you flying.
  - Her raw physical strength is terrifying.
  - Ana is a world leading expert in the usage of shieldplay.
  - She is exceptionally hard to read.
  
  Strengths
  - Ana is a masterful physical combatant, with phenomenal levels of physical strength.
  - Ana is a skilled tactician and can plan out her next move with haste.
  - She is able to quickly adapt to the situations around her, and better adjust them to suit her needs.
  - Her ability to control earthen properties is incredibly versatile.
  - Ana is a masterful defender, with a masterful degree of skill in the art of the shield.
  - Ana has keen reflexes and great hearing.
  
  Weaknesses
  - When in her minotaur form, she is an exceptionally large target and thus easier for an opponent to hit.
  - Ana isn't very fast unless she assumes her minotaur form.
  - She very often goes a bit too far when in a fight.
  - Protecting her allies is something she takes great pride in, however Ana's selflessness could lead to her demise.
  - Ana loves nothing more than the thrill of battle. Yet, she is known to have gone too far in the part.
  - Sometimes, she acts without realising just how strong she actually is.
  - Ana can very easily lose control when in her true form, which can sometimes result in her going into a frenzy, unable to depict friend from foe.
  - Weak to water when in her minotaur form.
  
• 
  
  
  Theme Song
  
  
  Other Information
  - Ana is the last of the giant species.
  - Ana's faceclaim is Mashu Kyrielight.
  

Every time I look at you, I seem to want to punch you in the face even more than I already do. Ana

​

 

[Sugary_Paragraphs]

William Henson: The Cursed Mouseboy
"It's not the size of the wand, but the magic in it!"
"~Ya know, being half-mouse makes ya look really young!"
"What is this...'Silence' you speak of?"

Name:
William Eldrich Henson

Age:
Seventeen

Height:
0'5

Weight:
"I mean, I've been letting myself go a little. Must weigh like two tons!" 6 to 7 Pounds.

Race:
Cursed Human

Gender:
Male

Personality:
Talkative, Resourceful, and Eccentric. Those are the words to properly describe William. He loves to talk, even when other people don't want him to. He even talks to himself at times, whether of boredom or climbing mental instability, no one knows. Despite the situations he usually finds himself in, he always manages to keep a sense of humor, resorting to anything that he thinks might get a laugh out of someone...unfortunately, this has resulted in him telling jokes and making 'humorous' comments at often then not the worst times.

He's also naive, not really knowing who could be friend or foe just by looking at someone. Still, he's smarter than he actually acts, his knowledge of Magitek, Machinery, and Computers being large and his ability to make tiny versions of them phenomenal. And he tries to stay on his toes while he's out looking for something to entertain himself, yet due to his excitement and thrill issues, this could be thrown out the window.

Biography: TBR

Affiliation: Aiaran

Powers/Abilities: He doesn't really have any outstanding powers in abilities. He does have a higher immunity system, making him immune to most toxins, poisons, and diseases. And his sense of smell and hearing are heightened as well. His bite can paralyze someone for a minute or two, as well, but it depends on the person.

Gear: He has a spool of thread strapped to his back and a needle at his side, as well as keeps some crumbs in his pocket, but that's normally it.

Magitek(If any): N/A

Skills:Lock-Picking, Thievery, Can wiggle into small areas, Hacking, Quick-Thinker, Building/Repair.

Strengths: Durable enough to survive an accidental stomp, High Stamina, Running, Has

Weaknesses: Doesn't really have much means to defend himself, Has a small fear of Devans, Has a hard time reaching places

Likes:Puns, Dogs, Social events, Making friends, Candy, Cinnamon Rolls, Building Machines

Dislikes: Cats, Cheese, Being Locked in Cages, Being picked up without permission, His Machines being Tampered With.

Other:
Mitchs98

Spoiler: Rulez are for foolz...which I am.

 

[Halffix]

Name: Dracear Lebbaeus

Age:

Height: 250CM, (8.2ft)

Weight:140 Kg ( 300lb)

Race: Devan (Incubus to be more precise)

Gender: Male

Appearance:

Personality(Paragraph minimum): Sly, Manipulative, This Devan is oddly approachable but there is always a hint of something sinister as one talks to him, being quite persuasive and rather patient and unrelenting. While not one to shy away from fighting as is with most Devan, Dracear prefers other more subtle methods to achieve his wishes even if some form of fight needs to occur much prefers to leave it to his mischievous companion to sort thing out. when it comes to the Aiarans he delights in nothing more than their suffering while being tortured or during some of his more crude "experiments" For that reason, he enthusiastically performs magic experiments on them after being subdued either by force or coerced ,veiwing them as nothing more than toys for his own amusement. As always with appetites such as this he is never on e to rush into most situations unless its clear that success is certain.

Biography(Also encouraged to have at-least a paragraph: TBD

Affiliation: Devan Resistance

Powers/Abilities:

Induce Sleep: A simple spell that when cast depending on the strength of the opponent and the concentration used by the caster having the target become tired increasing in drowsiness over time or near instant deep sleep occurring.

Dream Walking: Can slip into a person dreams and depending on their willpower can alter certain things or whisper influence in a minor way or merely watch.

Life Siphon: The user can absorb life-force/energy, vitality and health, while removing it from the source, into their body and use it in various ways, gaining some form of advantage, healing injuries and fatigue while but only while in physical contact with a weakened or sleeping or Consenting target.

Aura of Suggestion : A minor aura flows around the demon altering one perception and grasp on their own values, while not able to fully override the strong willed gentle whispers over time in ones subconscious can go along way.



Gear: armored tail,

Magitek(If any): none of now

Skills: negotiation, observation,

Strengths: physically strong (when compared to normal aiarans), easily healed so injuries aren't as a high priority, patience and calculating,

Weaknesses: aversion to rain, seems to require physical contact with some other periodically, will risk oneself to aquire a particularly good "specimen"

Likes:"experimentation", rich foods, Enslanving Airans, observing his experiements and others while out in the world and taking notes of their interactions and behaviour.

Dislikes: Aiarans, erradication of a great resource of research material and labour force,

 

[Solemn Jester]

Name: The Ravager Fenrir

Age: unknown

Height: varies from 7ft up to 10ft (maybe more)

Weight: 889 lbs but also varies with height

Race: Devan

Gender: male

Appearance:
Description: He's bald, with large viens that can be seen all over his body. He has sharp pointy teeth, that sometimes protrude from his mouth. He's lean and muscular, and has long limps, and fingers with sharp nails much like claws. He wears a black leather jacket, which has lots of straps, and a fold that covers his mouth, and lower parts of his face to hide his teeth. At least until feeding time.

Personality: Fenrir is a quiet beast that lets his actions speak for him. His manners are similar to that of the stereotypical Caveman with an insatiable appetite. He is willing to devour anything, be it Human, Devan, hell, he even tried to eat a Golem once! His senses are heightened and animalistic, but do have some humble common sense. Even if he does have some morality, or at least knowledge of it, he doesn’t care enough to follow society nor its standards.



He's merciless, viscous, and more or less Savage. It's very rare that he keeps anyone around him, usually just for a quick meal. He makes conversation even less, kind of the feral antisocial type. He's easily sent into a bloodthirsty frenzy when it comes to food. The smell of blood is enough to get him snapping at your face. He often takes joy in hunting, or fighting his prey. Finding it a good way to increase his already massive appetite. He doesn't care much about politics, or war, or any of the things the others are all stirred up about. He simply cares about finding his next meal.

Biography: Born to a pack of feral Devan, Fenrir was raised to survive in the harsh environments of his world. Things were always tough, but his pack managed to survive just fine. Getting the necessary food, and resources to thrive. That was until the more sophisticated Devan decided to hunt his kind. Many of his people were slaughtered, some before his very eyes. It was horrible, and enraged him to no end. Soon he found himself craving revenge, so he gathered was few members of his pack remained. Choosing to go out fighting, rather than allow their people to be wiped out.


It wasn't long before they found the main group that had been hunting them. There was much bloodshed, and carnage on that day. Eventually Fenrir was left standing along, the entrails of his foes, and friends alike spread before him. He was alone, and was growing hungry. He felt a great hunger that he couldn't understand, it was beginning to drive him crazy. He tried to fill his stomach, but he always seemed hungrier, always wanting more. Now he travels alone, seeking out prey. He is feared among Devan, even other ferals as the great ravager. He's gone from hunted, to hunter, and seeks a meal that will finally stop his hunger.

Affiliation: Devan

Powers/Abilities:

Adaptive Biology: Fenrir’s DNA steals useful traits from those he devours. He can gain the traits and powers of organic beings, and if he eats enough he can even gain their memories. Due to this ability he has even become immune to most, if not all forms of poison.


Call of the Savage: Fenrir can unleash a burst of chemicals and sound which impacts all organisms in an area, triggering fear responses! The scent attracts nearby Devans, and alerts them of the foe being hostile..


Chemical Fangs: Fenrir coats his teeth in a layer of gum which adds attributes to his attacks. His fangs can paralyze, burn, or cause hypothermia to organic targets. He can also create a thermite-like chemical to burn through machines!



Predator mode: These are forms that Fenrir can take that affect his physical form. Usually changing him depending on what he's eaten, giving him attributes similar to his prey, along with a few monstrous additions. This can increase his strength, speed, durability, or any of his abilities. They also temporarily can add parts to his body, such as stingers, pincers, or many other additions. Although this is not permanent, and the change only occurs when Fenrir has overindulged himself on prey.


Gear: Nothing more than the clothes on his back.

Magitek(If any): None



Skills: Hunting,


Finding people,


Slaughtering people,


Fighting,


Running,


Climbing,



Strengths:

Dominant strength, impressive speed and agility, and enhanced senses. He can see in the dark after a moment of adjusting to the dark. He can also smell prey from miles away if the winds are right. As well as hear foes from a mile away if he focuses.


Regeneration: while it's nothing to overwhelming, he does have regenative abilities. He's capable of reattaching limbs after they've been cut off. Heal from most wounds after a certain amount of time mostly depending on the damage, and how much he's eaten.

Hand to hand combat: while he isn't exactly skilled in any martial art. His savage style of fighting along with his physical capabilities make him deadly in close quarter fighting.





Weaknesses:


Puzzles,


Traps, (if they're good enough he usually falls for them, but he can normally escape after a few moments. It leaves just enough space for someone to escape)


Hunger pains (He experiences pain on a much higher scale when hungry, triggering his more instincts all the while. )


He's stupid, (just putting it out there, the dude could use some schooling)


Durability: While he has impressive strength, and Regeneration his durability is somewhat lacking. Due to this he is often vulnerable to attacks, so he has to keep on his toes and watch for foes.



Likes: Hunting, eating, fighting, killing, food, and a nice glass of milk before bed





Dislikes: Food that talks alot,


food that crys and began for (in mocking tone) “Mercy”


Trap, stupid prey always using them


Getting wounded, makes it harder to catch food, takes to long to heal.


Politics, eh me don't understand dumb politics. Eh who cares about stupid old home, new home has lots of food...Hmm but me wonder what people in old home taste like…




Other(Anything you want. Themesongs, extra pictures, information, the rule requirement photo, etc.):

 

[Solemn Jester]

Spoiler: The one true Squab

"Mhmm, Squab."
Name: Squab Squab Squab

Age: Squab


Height: 4ft

Weight: 70 lbs


Appearance:

Affiliation: Squab! Devan resistance

Powers: Lots of Squab: this ability basically splits Squab up into more squab whenever he is attacked. He can split infinitely, and if the Squab reach a consensus they can all huddle together to form a whole Squab, or several Squabs.

Personality: Squab is a good Squab, he tries his hardest even if the others often make fun of Squab because he's so small and weak. Squab tries their very hardest to make friends, even with the enemy. But Squab will battle if they must, for that is the way of Squab! Squab can also get confused easily, as Squab is unfamiliar with many of the world's customs. Squab can often be derpy at times, but makes up for it with his beautiful mind. Squab enjoys walks on the beach, watching the sunset, and cute things. They taste delicious!



Bio: Squab was born in Squab. He was raised on Squab, and knew lots of Squab. But his people soon grew tired of Squab, and sent him out on his own. Eventually Squab found his way to a farm. Where humans found him. They realized he was simply Squab, so they let him stay. He helped around, and eventually became good friends with the humans. But then their farm was attacked by some Devan, and they died, leaving Squab all alone. So he wondered hungry, cold, and alone. Until he meet some nice Devan, who were looking for Squabs like Squab to join their ranks. So he joined the Devan, and worked hard, now he's a Captain of his own personal platoon of Squab!

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[Xel]

• Basic Information
• Abilities & Magitek
• Personality
• Skills and Other Information

• 
  Name:
  Emikou Ellion
  
  Age:
  17
  
  Gender:
  Female
  
  Race:
  Human
  
  Height:
  5'7"
  
  Weight:
  123lbs
  
  Affiliation:
  Aiaran
  
  Appearance:
  Emikou features pale white skin and stark black hair kept in twintails. Along with her gothic lolita fashion and heterochromia she makes for an unforgettable image. She goes out of her way to wear dresses that border the line between classy and elegant and seductive and scandalous. Low cut tops and billowing bottoms are the norm in her wardrobe with sturdy, yet fashionable boots keeping her grounded in reality. When attempting to keep a lower profile she will usually wear more subdued clothing such as long elegant black dresses. As well she keeps her hair styled in such a way as to cover her left eye so not to draw attention.
  
  
• 
  
  Powers/Abilities:
  
  The Twelve Tolls of Time: Emikou's power is centered around twelve unique abilities. All of the abilities are related to the flow of time. In order to activate a specific spell she is required to verbally call it out making it difficult to use in certain situations. Further, many of the spells are quite taxing meaning lengthy engagements are generally not an option.
  
  First Hour: Accelerate - Allows her to accelerate the flow of time for a specific target, be it herself or someone else or even an inanimate object. This results in others seeing the target moving at exceptional speeds.
  
  Second Hour: Slow - The opposite of the First Hour this spell slows the passage of time for a specific target. While others would see the target of Accelerate moving at exceptional speed, the target of Slow would see everyone else moving at those speeds.
  
  Third Hour: Rewind - This spell allows her to turn back time on a specific target, resetting them to what they were up to an hour earlier. This is one of her more powerful abilities as it can refresh everything from wounds to fatigue to loss of magic. The greater the changes affected by the rewind the more taxing it is on Emikou.
  
  Fourth Hour: Freeze - Freeze allows her to outright stop the flow of time for a specific target temporarily. Given the nature of time this spell can only be cast on one target at a time.
  
  Fifth Hour: Age - A sort of enhanced version of Accelerate she can speed up the aging process of a specific target, turning a young man into an elderly gentleman in minutes. She can dictate how much the target will age however she is incapable of killing the target using this spell as the flow of time will automatically revert to normal once the target nears it's natural end. The more she ages the target the longer the process takes.
  
  Sixth Hour: Regress - The opposite of age, Emikou is able to reverse the target's age with all the same limitations as the aging process.
  
  Seventh Hour: Review - This spell gives Emikou the ability to peer into the past of the specified target. The further back she looks the longer it takes as there is more to sift through.
  
  Eighth Hour: Possibility - The reverse of Review, Possibility allows her to peer into all the possible futures that may befall the targeted object. Unfortunately she can merely look at possible outcomes with no way of knowing which is the future that will come true.
  
  Ninth Hour: Experience - Emikou can send a living being's consciousness back through time to a specific time and place. This allows the target to fully experience past events as if they were actually there. The target would take on a spectator role as they would be unable to interact with the past or alter it in any way.
  
  Tenth Hour: Consume - With this spell Emikou can devour the time of a living creature. By taking on someone else's time she can drastically shorten their lifespan, or outright kill them while increasing her own lifespan by the same amount.
  
  Eleventh Hour: Restoration - Emikou's penultimate spell gives her the ability to sacrifice her time for another. By giving up her own life, her own time, she is able to transfer it to someone or something that has run out. This allows her to bring someone back from the dead or restore a long lost item. The more extreme the restoration is the more time it will take from Emikou. To bring someone back from the dead would require most, if not all, of her time depending on the age of the target.
  
  Twelfth Hour: Ragnarok - Emikou's ultimate spell, the end of time itself. Emikou sacrifices her own life to begin the breakdown of time within a ten kilometer radius. Everything within this sphere of influence will begin to experience the end of time. Trees will wilt and turn to dust, the ground will turn barren and be made into sand, people will grow old and wither away. Eventually everything within will simply cease to exist as time ceases to exist.
  
  Magitek:
  
  Emikou sports a pair of magitek handguns that she will use in combat. The guns themselves lack any sort of special capabilities however they allow her to better focus her magic. When she channels her magic into her weapons she can greatly extend the reach of her spells, effecting anything hit by the blast of magical energy. Beyond this the weapons are your standard magitek guns.
  
• 
  
  Personality:
  Emikou is a playful tease who takes immense joy in getting a rise out of others. She is also an incredible sadist and openly enjoys watching people endure suffering, both physical and mental. She cares very little for the morals of society and believes that the bad things that happen don't even matter since it can all be done differently in another timeline. That isn't to say she is entirely without morals, though. Emikou still enjoys the company of others and will generally shy away from needlessly hurting innocent people, even if she wont help them should they require it.
  
  While she enjoys the suffering of others she will often not go beyond teasing banter herself. Rather she enjoys putting others into situations that can bring them harm and watching them struggle to escape. One of the major exceptions to this is when her own life or happiness are in jeopardy. She will sacrifice others at a moment's notice to ensure her own survival. A slight contradiction to her behavior is that her sadistic tendencies are not exclusive to others. She has a rather large masochistic streak and will enjoy the suffering she has to deal with so long as it doesn't threaten her life. No matter how painful it might be she knows she can just undo it all so instead she enjoys the moment.
  
  History:
  Emikou was born to a traditional family who owned a bakery within the Capital. The youngest of three children she had both an older sister and brother. Her early years were uneventful as she spent her time around the house and attending school. As she grew she noticed the increasing feeling that she wasn't 'normal'. For the longest time she couldn't pin down what it was, she just always felt off in some way. It wasn't until she was older that she eventually figured it out. Emikou wasn't like others, she was wired differently on a fundamental level. Where other people would show empathy, she would show apathy. Where others would show sadness, she would be happy. She reveled in the misery of others and found the normal way of doing things exceedingly boring and tiresome.
  
  Even so her parents were strict in their methods and she had been instilled with a strong sense of morals and values. So even though she recognized she was broken she still adhered to the rules of society and played her role. She would have continue down this path until the end of her days, never allowing her darker side to surface had it not been for that fateful day. Her family wasn't directly impacted by the resurgence of the Devan as they already lived in the capital. However she was as a fragment of the goddess fell to earth to land directly on her as she walked home one day. The power flooded through her and gifted her with amazing and powerful abilities.
  
  She took to her newfound abilities like any teenager would and quickly experimented with them in her free time. She grew increasingly daring with the usage of her powers and enjoyed them with reckless abandon. Her usage of her abilities only came to a stop when she finally realized that nothing comes free and that all her overuse of her powers had left her with only a short amount of time to live. In a panic she desperately looked for a way to reverse the damage she had done before finally resorted to using her magic to steal the time from others. That first time she consumed the time of another was like a switch had been flipped and the dark desires she had kept buried rushed out. The sheer terror on the man's face as he life was drained away was the single greatest thing she had ever experienced. The usage of her abilities became even more reckless after that as she now had a way of freely replenishing her lost time. She saw no harm in abusing her powers this way since it didn't even matter in the end, if she hurt someone she could just rewind time. If she killed someone, oh well, they'd be alive in another timeline somewhere. Nothing truly mattered to her except her own enjoyment.
  
  That said, she wasn't stupid and knew that being too open about her actions would cause more trouble than she could handle. So she continued with her daily routine, her family being none the wiser of what was going on with their youngest daughter. She would simply play the role of a nice young woman while doing what she wanted on the side.
  
  Likes:
  -The suffering of others
  -Weddings
  -Cute animals
  -Extremely sour foods
  
  Dislikes:
  -Selflessness
  -Overly sweet foods
  -Deep water
  -Not being able to speak
  
• 
  
  Skills:
  -Embroidery
  -Marksmanship
  -Slight Acrobatics
  
  Strengths:
  -Powerful Abilities
  -Extreme Resolve
  -Putting on an act
  
  Weaknesses:
  -As strong as semi-athletic 17 year old girl
  -Not very much stamina
  -Doesn't rely on others and will often try to do things alone
  
  Other:
  -Emikou has a strong desire to be a good bride and mother and raise a family with a man she loves. This has been a deep seated dream since childhood and is part of why she adores weddings and all things related to them.
  

 

[Valentina Aeternum]

Name: Shiro Ai

Age: She's 147 years old but appears 14 or younger, just because of her small body.

Height: 4’10 ft

Weight: 129 lbs

Race: Devan (More specifically Succubus like)

Gender: Female

Appearance:

Personality: Shiro is a playful Devan, she enjoys playing with the Aiarans and their bodies, followed up by a lovely hot blood bath, despite her tendencies though and her playful act she is very serious when she needs to be, tactical and intelligent she loves reading books, maybe preferring romance novels and tactical books. She's a lover of music and sounds, water and the flow of words, as a result she's eloquent with her speech and clear cut. She carries herself naturally, although that natural stance gives one the impression that she's flirty and fun; in one specific area, but if anyone can keep up with her mind though she can turn sort of stalker ish, having yandere tendencies that for someone just as smart as she is. She's almost fanatically obsessed with the Aiarans, not out of curiosity either, she has a few that she's kept around simply to play with them, her motto is “I've given them some of the greatest times they could ever have, the least they can do is let me torture them.” She's just a little psychotic but charming, the perfect makings of a pretty psychotic serial killer. She does have this odd desire to protect anything she views as hers though, her slaves? “Touch them and you'll die.” Her...well maybe kinda sorta friends? “I dare you to try.” As a result of this she's strong despite being so small she's got a strength that others find difficult to deal with. She can be deceitful though, using her small size to pretend to be a child who can be taught maybe even used as an asset to the Aiarans.

Biography: Born a Devan she was quickly rejected outside of the Devan community, even though when she was young and ignorant she was just curious about those who didn't look like her, or even similar to her. Charmed by the differences she only ever wanted to learn, she learned quickly and she learned how Aiarans viewed her when she was only 6 years old. She wasn't stupid, even that young she would wear a cloak to go into the world of light, she met a young boy her age and formed a group of friends outside her birth community, she often snuck out to play with them. Once though...one of the older boys had snuck a magitek weapon from his family and was showing it off, before he could goof off with it anymore he dropped it and it went off, firing at the first kid she'd met. She dove in front of the blast and used her fire magic to protect the boy, but it burned off her cloak and she was revealed to everyone, and because she hadn't had enough practice to control the flames she had accidentally burned the boy she'd been trying to protect. Catching him on fire and scarring him, it got so bad the boy remembered her even as she'd run away and vowed to get her back for tricking him and his friends. It was years later, when Shiro had nearly forgotten her old friends that the place she lived was raided and destroyed. The boy was part of the raid, a man now and with a deep hatred of deceitful Devans, he recognized Shiro immediately and captured her, instead of an putting her to death he kept her a prisoner, allowing others to do terrible things to her, he did many more awful things to her himself as well and from this she grew a desire to make Aiarans suffer like she did, but eventually she was freed by another Devan and took out all her rage on her prison and the building around her. Burning it down from this inside out, any survivors she claimed as game pieces and pets, almost all of them are dead now; though she keeps her main tormentor alive with the help of magitek she developed herself that slows aging, although no one knows he still lives. After these events she simply changed entirely, going from a sweet curious female to a rather psychotic and manipulative woman. At current she's living with the resistance group of Devans simply because she doesn't want to kill all of them, not quickly anyway, she wants to take her time with them.

Spoiler

Affiliation: Devan Resistance

Powers/Abilities: Like her orange eyes that seem to shimmer between flame like colors she uses fire magic, churning it inside her body making her fairly hot to the touch although her black wing like horns catch fire, alongside the small wings upon her back and the end of her tail, coating her in flame when she's very angry. She has decent control but when her emotions spike she just flames and rages. She has the ability to concentrate her fire in her giant gauntlet weapons and her magitek tail, powering up the fires inside her.

Gear: A pair of gauntlets too big for her body, or so it appears though she has the strength to lift them and her long metal tail both of which she can use to control and concentrate her fire magic better. She has an odd cloak as well, with orange glowing veins through it which she used to hide her appearance, but inside it's tech and can show her a topographic map of her surroundings.

Magitek: Gauntlets, Tail, Cloak


(Her weapon)

Skills: Tactical and intelligent she is a capable tactician, and able to come up with new creative methods on the fly of her current one starts failing. She has keen eyes that glow when her emotions rise other than this she tends to give no emotion away. Outside of combat she’s a skilled singer and enjoys singing alone, none of her allies know she does this though, although they do know she can cook and make a decent meal.

Strengths: -Physically strong
-Capable of taking a hit
-Charismatic
-Intelligent
-Very Flexible
-Natural Tactician

Weaknesses: -Emotional
-Reckless when angry
-She tends to play with her enemies too much
-Covering her eyes prevents her from using her fire, though she doesn’t understand why
-She’s not the biggest fan of water either, although if it’s really hot water she’s fine with it

Likes: -Playing with Aiarans
-Killing Aiarans
-Singing
-Cooking
-Protecting those she considers ‘hers’

Dislikes: -Aiarans
-Her tormentor
-Mass Genocide
-Being imprisoned
-Her Temper (sometimes)

Other:

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[Mistory]

Name:
Midas Dregmor


Age:
20


Height:
5'9"


Weight:
176 lbs


Race:
Human Sorcerer


Gender:
Male


Appearance:

Midas' right arm is wrapped in a layer of bandages, all the way up to his shoulder, though his hand is the only area ever visible
He has several scars of unknown origin litering his body.

Personality(Paragraph minimum):

Midas is, in short, broken. Sadly, its inevitable fate of the the dregmor family. Their magic eats away at the psyche with every victim. With each death they gain a link to the chain of sanity, as it moves further away from their grasp. The horrifying truth,however, is the chain passes on from victem to murderer.
While it seems Midas is all thier, commiting the sin of murder can reveal the truth. Beneath the mask of a cold, unfeeling nature, lies two beings. One who finds bliss in murder, ecasty in drawing blood, and relief in combat, while the other only wishes to do its job. To end the life of those who only want to cause dispair, and to keep deah at a minimum. These two entities battle for control of the man, each edging him on to do their bidding.
Midas is not insane. He is simply conflicted. Those who guide him have different agenda's, and sometimes they bleed through his mask. Midas merely wants to eliminate the darkness that wounds this world, even if he must commit sin to do so.


Biography:
There is an old story, a fairytale by all accounts.
It is said that long ago, when man was first exploring the realms of magic, there was a relic, capable of granting your wildest aspirations, for a price. Some gave up wealth. Some gave up power. Some even gave up thier own forms for payment. The relic, a chalic bathed in gold, would then contort the poor soul into some...grotesque beast, consumed by thier desires.
These monsters scarred the land, hunting. Consuming any who step in their path. People libed in fear, until one group had a plan. Using similar magic used to create these monsters, they began to fight back, slay, and slaughter these contorted souls. And when the dust would settle, and the beast stood before them, an ordinary man once again, these sorcerers would strike them down.
They were broken. Their spirits were torn. They would eventually become those...beasts again. They came to absorb the scarred soul, sealing it away within their right arm, using its power, and shouldering their torment.
Some say the souls remained there,in the body of the sorcerer. Endlessly screaming in pain, endlessly begging to be free again. It drove some sorcerers mad, this burden they must bare, as the price of murder. Some eventually become beasts themselves, only for another sorcerer to come and take them, and the souls they carry.
Of course, thats all just a story, right?right..?


Affiliation:
Airian, Devan Resistance


Powers/Abilities:
His ability is called sacrificial "magic", a term he uses lightly. By giving up, or sacrificing, certain items, he gains unnatural weapons or abilities depending.
Examples:

If he were to sacrifice a feather, he would gain a severe decrease in weight, but retain his strength.

If he were to sacrifice a piece of metal, he would gain a weapon(an axe, hammer, spear, or fist(in witch his own hand is engulfed, be coming larger and heavier, giving him increased strength and reach)). These can be augmented with surrounding materials like fire, electricity, and ice, but only one at a time.

The more severe the sacrifice,the greater the reaction. If he were to give up, say, parts of his own body, he could summon very powerful spells. Giving up his own blood,he can heal others. Giving up his own Heart, he can actually resurrect the recently deceased. But obviously, these come with the same repercussions if a normal person were to lose these. Using his own heart,he would die. Loss of blood can cause weakness and exaughstion. Loss of skin...well you get the idea.

He can even sacrifice life itself, killing the victem, but unleashing monsterous power. However, the victem must either be willing, or very weak to do so.

These are just some of his spells


Gear:
A small pouch hanging from his belt,carrying his essentials.

Magitek(If any):
N/A

Skills:
Close combat, battle, survival capabilities, vast arsenal of abilities

Strengths:
Adaptable, stubborn, versatile

Weaknesses:
Most of his spells inflict damage to himself, in some way or another, so rapid use is very dangerous

Likes:
Rain, children, friendly people, nature

Dislikes:
His work, thunder, the privledged, people thinking they are better than others, unnecessary loss of life

Other:
Metamorphisis - Blue Stahli
Pie

 

[Brazen]

⌘ Wedjoyet ⌘​

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Name
Wedjoyet Ramla

Age
18

Height
6'0

Weight
140 pounds

Race
Human

Gender
Male

Personality
Wedjoyet has a pessimistic view on both the world and himself. As he is now, even if he was given all the gold in the world, he would still think that it isn't enough and he sucks. That's how the world breathed life to him. That's how the cruel world shaped him.

He does not strive for success as a normal person would, and even being next to him is unpleasantly discouraging. He doesn't emit a good vibe from him, but he is friendly to other people at the very least.

Biography
Wedjoyet grew up in the town of Visum as a simple boy living a simple life. He was no nobleman, he was no army general, nor was even he a 'real' man to many of his acquaintances. The town of Visum is well-known to house a lot of young, talented fencers. Wey isn't one of them. He can't fence to save his life, and even his parents have given up on him. Without his anyone's trust that he may someday be successful in life, Wey eventually lost hope in himself, too.

Wey did not know why the goddess Aiaran didn't take care of the Devans by herself. That way, it would've spared himself the trouble of getting some ridiculous 'powers'. She destroyed Devans simply by looking at them-- no, being in her presence utterly destroyed the Devans. Why hadn't she destroyed all of them then? Why wait for hundreds, thousands of years for her so-called 'powers' bestowed to random people to exterminate the Devans?

Her slip-up caused Wey to gain a set of eyes divine like the goddess' herself, the power of the Eye of Aiaran-- though, having said that, he really could care less. Looking left and right, others who have received powers from the goddess has got the awesome ability to manipulate lightning, shapeshift, manipulate water, all awesome abilities. But what did he get? Basically, glasses for powers. He can see further now, wow, that's so great. It's not even that far. Wey was ticked off, to say the least. She couldn't have chosen a better power for a useless man like him? That was the one ticket he could use to get out of his miserable condition, and he failed to win the jackpot.

"I'm really useless, am I not?"

Affiliation
Aiaran

Powers/Abilities[/b]
( Powers are locked for the time being since Wey doesn't give a shit to figure out what his new pair of eyes does )
Eye of Aiaran
In a single glance, looks like your average eye. Look closer, and you can see that the pupil is made out of tens of ankh symbols, forming a single black dot. Enables Wey to clearly see further than he normally can (10m radius).

Now You See Me - Locked
The eye contains the ability to know the precise location of anyone that Wey has in mind. The ability has three weaknesses, and one of it is that Wey needs to know precisely who he is looking for. He cannot look for a person he does not know. Secondly, he can only 'see' the precise location of the person. Whether he knows the exact location of what he sees is another question. Lastly, whenever he uses this ability, he loses sight on what is in front of him, and gains vision on the person he wants to see.

Let me see where you are.

Now You Don't - Locked
Wey robs one person of their perception of the world, making them uselessly trying to figure out what they are trying to see. Basically, their eyes still function the same, but they will have an impossible time trying to figure out what they are seeing. It's like trying to spot a needle in the hay, or driving through fog. You can't figure out where you're going, what you're finding.

Now you know what it feels like to be me. .

Gear
Visuman Garment

Magitek
n/a

Skills
Being Pessimistic
Wey has a tendency to point out details that prove that he(or other people) is fighting a losing battle, to the point that it gets annoying. He's overly pessimistic.

Strengths
Friendly

Weaknesses
Himself

Likes & Dislikes
n/a​

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