Fantasy Under Lock and Key

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[QUOTE="Yaoke Saint]Nah, I like it! But I need a lowly hobo to begin...

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They've been discussing character bios etc for days now and the little red button on the PM thingy won't vanish bc they tagged me once and now I get to witness it all unfold

 

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its called motivation

 

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I BELIEVE IN YOU

[QUOTE="Yaoke Saint]WTF IS THAT IM GONNA HAVE NIGHTMARES

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[Yaoke Saint]

 

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EXCUSE ME SIR

 

[Sluggodile]

@FluffyMarshmallow


Sure bro. That sounds good to me. It'd make sense, too. After all, small size, reliable, all of that. That sounds great, dude.

 

[FluffyMarshmallow]

Thanks


@Halohbottech

 

[Hiruka]

Shella Winterwoods

Shelly, Monster, Death's miracle, Disgrace of a Child

Age


20


Gender

Female

Sexuality

Bi-sexual

Occupation

Undertaker


(Restoring the death to their original state & death faker)

Are you a master or not


Yes (Free to be paired with)


Personality


Shella is a girl who has trouble expressing or relating to her emotions. She does not express sympathy for others nor does she have any grudges against other people. Praise and criticism has never really affected her and she has find those things unnecessary. Because of this she's not very good with children and ends up making them cry unintentionally. Even though she is viewed as a cold-hearted girl and stoic girl, in truth, she's just a girl with emotions she still can't seem to understand.


When she's in her home she tends to have a emotional break down because strong emotions always overwhelm Shella in fear and confusion.


Relating to her work, she's very diligent and hardworking, despise of the shame and trouble it brings her. Shella always looks like she's in a daze as she restores the dead or create fake bodies, but she's very serious.


After work, she has a bad habit of craving for warm bodies. Shella sometimes go even as far as going out and picking up guys just to feel a person's warmth again. In this point of time, she's uncontrollable and won't stop even if you tell her to.


Bio

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Spoiler

On September the 9th a part of albino twins were born together. The older one being name Terra and the younger one being named as Shella. The family rejoiced even though the twins were albino.


As the twins grew up, the differences between them began to multiply and favorites were set. Terra was more lovable, perfect, and prettier while, Shella was the opposite. Shella was unnoticeable, had many imperfections, and was quiet. The twin's parents always compared Shella to Terra giving Shella lectures to become more like her older sister. Though, despise this, the twins got along. But deep down, Shella knew that this was out of pity.


Time had past and the twins were already 18. Friends and family gathered around to celebrate both of their birthdays, though it felt more like they were only Terra's instead. Since, Shella had grown up as a loner in these past years, she hadn't had a friend in a long while.


Sitting at the other end the table, all the attention was directed towards her older sister as her parents stood behind her...smiling. Shella ate her cake staring at the picture perfect family feeling very distant, though she didn't call out to them knowing her voice would never be heard.


When she left the party and shut herself in her room, she watched the party go on by the window, silently crying from loneliness...


A few days had past and the twins were both lying on the bed. Terra just sat against the wall feeling tired, while Shella was reading her thick book called: "If Things Had Gone Differently". On that day, Terra had said something strange:

"Shelly you're so pretty."


"...."


"I wish I was like you, not caring what other thought about you. You could do whatever you want with your life. Not being tied down to one place."


"Is something wrong Terra?"


"No, I just envy you."


"....I envy you too."


"Huh? Aren't you content with your life Shelly?"


"Aren't you content with yours sister?"


"What are you trying to say?"


"You should know that mother and father aren't exactly proud of me. I'm friendless and I'm a no one. Do you really want to spend your life living like that?"


"...."

Shella looked over her sister who suddenly went silent, but she saw Terra smiling at her for no reason. She felt a sudden wave uneasiness as Terra just smiled at her....just smiled....


Now 20, the conversation still lingered between the two. Terra had grown up to be a successful clothes designer, taking over the family's business. Shella had just completed her training as a undertaker going against the whole family's wishes. It was a bright Sunday as church bells rang out, calling out the Lord's day. Shella was going to head out to visit Terra who invited her to a picnic to meet her soon-to-be-husband.




Openning the door, in the distance she heard her name being called out. It was her mother, running towards her crying in distress,"Shella! Oh dear Shella!"


Shella was surprised as her mother never cried out to her like this. Catching her mother in her arms she asked concerned,"Is there something wrong mother?"


"It's Terra!"

"...What?"

"Terra is on the top of the tower bell and refuses to come down or talk to anyone! You got to stop her Shella! She's! She's going to commit suicide! Please! Save Terra!! Please I begging you, please!"


Her mother was shaking her with a desperate look in her eyes. Shella took no time and ran as fast as she could to the bell tower.


>>>>>

A crowd formed around the tower as a beautiful figure in a white outfit stood on top of the 151 foot building. People were talking as some looked very concern. Terra's beloved stood in front of the tower begging her to come down, crying. The crowd gasped and screamed as the figure jumped down, Shella ran towards the building with all her might, terrified. She screamed,"TERRA!"




As she watch her sister fall, it was if everything was in slow motion. Her older sister's beloved looking up at Terra with wide eyed, frozen place. Terra's white dress fluttering in the air along her long pure white hair. Her older sister's soft expression with her eyes nearly closed, it was like Shella was watching an angel fall.


Right when Shella got there, Terra splatted like a bug, Shella covered in blood. Her mother scream in horror crying Terra's name over and over again. Terra's betrothed didn't dare look at the disfigured body lying in front of him and stayed staring at the sky. Shella felt like something broke as she didn't hesitate to run up to Terra's corpse. The head was destroyed, but she didn't care. For the first time. she cried in public. Shella screamed at the her sister, crying into her older's sister chest. Her parents and some of Terra's friends shocked by the action, never seeing Shella once losing her composure before. Four people had to remove her from her sister, trying to calm her down.


Later that night, family gathered around to plan for Terra's funeral. They all stared at Shella for once with concerned eyes. Shella looked absolutely stoic, her eyes lifeless. She looked over at Terra's seat that was empty and looked back into her lap. Shella then suddenly stood up and her family members all looked at her. She stood tall and said a firm, but shaky voice,"I, Shella Whitewood, as a Undertaker will restore Terra's body back to her orignal self. In return, I will need just two days to fully complete the preparation for the funeral. That is all."


With that Shella left the room and the house, getting right to work.




For two straight days, she spend in her operating room creating and fixing. Her family didn't dare bother her as they didn't believe Shella could do it. Though, who could blame them? If the head was destroyed or if any of the body parts had taken serious damage, the corpse was beyond repairing. But, that discourage Shella, she spent those days in that cold lonely room restoring her own sister....with no support.


>>>>


Today was the day, friends and family gathered at Terra's funeral, anxious. Not knowing what to expect.


In the front of the room laid a polished black coffin, closed, but ready to be reveal. Shella entered the room and everyone fell silent staring at her. She looked terrible as dark circle had formed under her eyes and her complexion as pale as she could be. The priest hesitantly opened lid and everyone gasped in surprise.


Lilies, surrounded Terra who looked like she was just sleeping. Her head looked like it was never destroyed and her lips holding a gentle smile. She held a book in her arms called:"If Things Had Gone Differently" and wore a similar dress that she had wore on that faithful day. Everyone start crying as Terra looked so content and beautiful like an angel. Shella came forward looking at her piece of work, looking emotionless. Terra's beloved stood in front of her, crying in happiness,"Thank you...so much."


Shella just nodded looking up at him. He wiped his tears before asking,"You really do look as beautiful as your sister...can I hug you?"


Shella spread her arms up and he hugged her tightly and started crying again. She patted his back and felt a weird sense of enjoyment. The first touch of human warmth in a while. Though, who would have known that in her whole career of being a Undertaker, that her beloved sister would be her first client?

"Terra's white dress fluttering in the air along her long pure white hair. Her older sister's soft expression with her eyes nearly closed, it was like Shella was watching an angel fall."

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Extras


~Has a little bit of a "miracle" in her hands


~Parent's relationship with her is still really rocky


~Parents recently adopted a little boy and is planning to make him take over the business when he gets older

 

[Nonexisting]

Name: akira


Age: unknown


Type:


Black dog

(those who don't know it's a type of dark spirit or demon)

Sexuality: pansexual/bisexual


Human Appearance:

Magical Creature Appearance:


looks about the same as human form except a being made of shadows and even sometimes takes the form of a large wolf.


Gender: male


Powers:

default powers-


foresight~ ability to forseen events of past and future,the ability in uncontrollable and visions happen at random.


darkness manipulation~ the ability to manipulate darkness,this power is strongest at night and cannot be used in pitch darkness for there's no light to counteract


venom~ fangs carry a venom if injected into said target and gets into blood stream it can poison the victim and if not treated properly leads to illness and even death


keen senses,claws,fangs, and night vision~ he's a animal of course he has this




Are you free or not:


not free. is owned


If you are enslaved, where is your gem located on your body and what color:


A collar around his neck that he can't remove, blue.


Personality:
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akira is fairly mischievous by nature always enjoying games and trouble,he also loves flirting and can be a tease. he somtimes has a very dark outlook on a lot of things which can make him seem a little creepy at times and sometimes even sadistic or masochistic. overall he's very creative and cunning coming up with ideas of things. akira absoulutly hates boredom and sometimes even finds it hard to sit still. he's very clever and really territorial. akira can actually tolerate alot and he's really loyal.

Bio:


Akira doesn't remember where he's from or anything from his past as a pup. All he recalls are a few things that happened to him such as having been often beaten and starved by the man who first took him in and having watched as the guy was brutally murdered by his wife whom took a good brunt of things too. Margaret was a kind woman who was drove on the edge due to her abusive husband and she fled with the young child taking him to a new home. They moved to a small town and times were tough as akira was fully grown and Margaret grew ill. Akira came to her room in the night and took the woman's life to set her free of her suffering since she begged him. Later, he somehow wound up a pet and had been through it all being used by everyone for anything they wanted and threw about from master to master. They even using him for sex. Punishing him severely if he did something wrong. As this continued akira grew more and more dark,corrupt even and it set in that he was a mere beast trained and easily thrown away. Now he has a new owner whom he has to give everything to even his own heart.

Extras:


He's somewhat insomniac


He has to drink blood




Themes:

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[Cruor Flumine]

Name: Canicus Aldia


Age: 397


Type: Incubus


Sexuality: Bisexual


Human Appearance:


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Magical Creature Appearance: (Same as Human)


Gender: Male


Powers: Able to put any human to sleep at will, able to cause his target to become attracted to him, able to steal the soul of any sleeping human he wishes to take. With each soul stolen, he becomes stronger, faster, and his regenerative properties increase for the duration of the next two seasons.


Are you free or not: Yes (Able to be paired)


If you are enslaved, where is your gem located on your body and what color:


Personality: Canicus is a very lustful incubus, as he should be. He cares not whether his target is male or female, he will absorb any soul he can take. If he is ever captured, he will protect them so that his own soul is not destroyed.


Bio:


Part 1: The Love of an Incubus


Canicus is an Incubus, a race of seductive demons that steal the souls of those who fall for them. Now, in the unwritten rules of Demon's, Incubi are forbidden to fall in love with a human. He did just that, fell for a woman whom he had seduced. Something about her made him want to protect, not kill. So, the next day when she awoke, he proposed to her. Alayna, that was her name. The only name that would mean anything to him in this world. Happily, Alayna accepted the proposal, thoughts of their future family occupying both of their minds. Soon afterwards, she found out his true nature. Alayna's reaction wasn't what the Incubus expected it to be. Instead of screaming and running, she simply smiled, kissed her fiance, then proceeded to smack him. Twice. "You should've told me sooner!" She complained before once again kissing Canicus.


Part 2: The Family Life


The marriage went like any normal marriage would, bridesmaids, cake, gifts, a stunning bride in a beautiful dress. However, that night under the full moon took place an entirely different ceremony, one that would ensure the two would never part from old age. The ritual, aptly named Soul Share, was to be completed under the moonlight. The ritual would essentially bind their souls into one, with one of the souls being the 'master' soul, meaning as that souls vessel aged, so would the vessel of the soul it was bound with. A few softened words and drops of blood later, the two were bound until death.


Later that same year, a child was born. A healthy, baby girl. Canicus, who was proud of his 'manliness', cried tears of joy as he held his firstborn child. The child was named Annabelle, after Alayna's mother.


Part 3: Loss of Light


Now, before Canicus met Alayna, he had a few run-in's with an organization of people dead set on killing any demons in the world. Said organization had been hunting the incubus for a long time now, a good 50 years, due to him seducing and killing one of its female members. Now, let's fast forward a bit to mid-summer, a season before Alayna's 7th birthday. The two had started up a small farm on the outskirts of the human kingdom and made a nice little profit off of it.


One day, Canicus was on his way back inside to tend to the fields, only to find a group of horses tied to a post outside their home. Thinking that his wife had some guests over, he journeyed inside. This was absolutely not the case. A group of soldiers outfitted with heavy armor decorated with white cloth stood around the bloodied body of Alayna. Annabelle was trying to defend her dying mother from the further onslaught of blows from the gauntleted hands when, she too, was struck. With a loud crack, her head spun and her now lifeless body fell to the wooden floor with a dull thud. The tool in Canicus's hands, a large scythe, was turned into a weapon, slicing through the warrior's armor like butter. Now surrounded by the bodies of the dead warriors, he fell to his knees and held his dying wife in his arms. Her last blood-filled words to him were. "I love you..I always will." His last tear-stained words to the woman he had come to love and adore were. "I know dear...rest now, and know that I will never forget you. I love you with all my heart."


With a faint smile, the light faded from her eyes as they glazed over. Tears fell from Canicus's face as he screamed with a fury only a widower may hold. He gently laid her body down and turned to his daughter. They snapped the young girl's neck with a single blow, a quick and painless death thankfully. He planted a kiss on Annabelle's forehead, the memory of their time together flowing through his head.


A feeling rushed through his body. Both a gift and a curse, his immortality had returned to him, but with a painful cost. With a tear-stained face and bloodied hands, he gathered his simple long sword, a change of clothes, and some rations before leaving the cottage that he had built with his own two hands burning, the tower of flame rising high into the sky. His wife and daughter would be joining his mother and father-in-law in the afterlife.


Part 4: The Fallen


Widower, incubus, a grieving father, these describe the broken, lost man who had now destroyed the order of knights that had killed his family. Present time, he is wandering the countryside, growing ever-steadily stronger as he stole the souls of lonesome wanderers. Rumor's have been popping up of some sort of beast wandering the countryside, and occasionally the city, leaving its victims dead and soulless. He just hoped now that he wouldn't be captured by those who wish to use him.


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[Yaoke Saint]

[QUOTE="Cruor Flumine]Name: Canicus Aldia
Age: 397


Type: Incubus


Sexuality: Bisexual


Human Appearance:


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Magical Creature Appearance: (Same as Human)


Gender: Male


Powers: Able to put any human to sleep at will, able to cause his target to become attracted to him, able to steal the soul of any sleeping human he wishes to take. With each soul stolen, he becomes stronger, faster, and his regenerative properties increase for the duration of the next two seasons.


Are you free or not: Yes (Able to be paired)


If you are enslaved, where is your gem located on your body and what color:


Personality: Canicus is a very lustful incubus, as he should be. He cares not whether his target is male or female, he will absorb any soul he can take. If he is ever captured, he will protect them so that his own soul is not destroyed.


Bio:


Part 1: The Love of an Incubus


Canicus is an Incubus, a race of seductive demons that steal the souls of those who fall for them. Now, in the unwritten rules of Demon's, Incubi are forbidden to fall in love with a human. He did just that, fell for a woman whom he had seduced. Something about her made him want to protect, not kill. So, the next day when she awoke, he proposed to her. Alayna, that was her name. The only name that would mean anything to him in this world. Happily, Alayna accepted the proposal, thoughts of their future family occupying both of their minds. Soon afterwards, she found out his true nature. Alayna's reaction wasn't what the Incubus expected it to be. Instead of screaming and running, she simply smiled, kissed her fiance, then proceeded to smack him. Twice. "You should've told me sooner!" She complained before once again kissing Canicus.


Part 2: The Family Life


The marriage went like any normal marriage would, bridesmaids, cake, gifts, a stunning bride in a beautiful dress. However, that night under the full moon took place an entirely different ceremony, one that would ensure the two would never part from old age. The ritual, aptly named Soul Share, was to be completed under the moonlight. The ritual would essentially bind their souls into one, with one of the souls being the 'master' soul, meaning as that souls vessel aged, so would the vessel of the soul it was bound with. A few softened words and drops of blood later, the two were bound until death.


Later that same year, a child was born. A healthy, baby girl. Canicus, who was proud of his 'manliness', cried tears of joy as he held his firstborn child. The child was named Annabelle, after Alayna's mother.


Part 3: Loss of Light


Now, before Canicus met Alayna, he had a few run-in's with an organization of people dead set on killing any demons in the world. Said organization had been hunting the incubus for a long time now, a good 50 years, due to him seducing and killing one of its female members. Now, let's fast forward a bit to mid-summer, a season before Alayna's 7th birthday. The two had started up a small farm on the outskirts of the human kingdom and made a nice little profit off of it.


One day, Canicus was on his way back inside to tend to the fields, only to find a group of horses tied to a post outside their home. Thinking that his wife had some guests over, he journeyed inside. This was absolutely not the case. A group of soldiers outfitted with heavy armor decorated with white cloth stood around the bloodied body of Alayna. Annabelle was trying to defend her dying mother from the further onslaught of blows from the gauntleted hands when, she too, was struck. With a loud crack, her head spun and her now lifeless body fell to the wooden floor with a dull thud. The tool in Canicus's hands, a large scythe, was turned into a weapon, slicing through the warrior's armor like butter. Now surrounded by the bodies of the dead warriors, he fell to his knees and held his dying wife in his arms. Her last blood-filled words to him were. "I love you..I always will." His last tear-stained words to the woman he had come to love and adore were. "I know dear...rest now, and know that I will never forget you. I love you with all my heart."


With a faint smile, the light faded from her eyes as they glazed over. Tears fell from Canicus's face as he screamed with a fury only a widower may hold. He gently laid her body down and turned to his daughter. They snapped the young girl's neck with a single blow, a quick and painless death thankfully. He planted a kiss on Annabelle's forehead, the memory of their time together flowing through his head.


A feeling rushed through his body. Both a gift and a curse, his immortality had returned to him, but with a painful cost. With a tear-stained face and bloodied hands, he gathered his simple long sword, a change of clothes, and some rations before leaving the cottage that he had built with his own two hands burning, the tower of flame rising high into the sky. His wife and daughter would be joining his mother and father-in-law in the afterlife.


Part 4: The Fallen


Widower, incubus, a grieving father, these describe the broken, lost man who had now destroyed the order of knights that had killed his family. Present time, he is wandering the countryside, growing ever-steadily stronger as he stole the souls of lonesome wanderers. Rumor's have been popping up of some sort of beast wandering the countryside, and occasionally the city, leaving its victims dead and soulless. He just hoped now that he wouldn't be captured by those who


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HELL YEAH MIRACLE OF SOUND FTW

 

[Cruor Flumine]

[QUOTE="Yaoke Saint]HELL YEAH MIRACLE OF SOUND FTW

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Just forgo everything else xD

 

[Yaoke Saint]

[QUOTE="Cruor Flumine]Just forgo everything else xD

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Yes, that's me! Although I did read your bio T_T so sad...

 

[Nonexisting]

Name:


Eris weston


Appearance:


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Age: 20


Gender: male


Sexuality: bisexual


Occupation: mercenary


Are you a master or not:


Master


owns:


lulu


Personality: eris is a fearless man who has a mild temper and enjoys living life in his own way. He cares little for being told what to do and he might not play by the rules. He doesn't like doing things unless there's a little something in it for him which can make him appear selfish but a guy's gotta make a living as he says. Eris is also the guy who does what he wants even if that means climbing into a woman's bed or simply going into a restricted hall. He also secretly has a soft spot for animals and children.


Bio:


Eris weston was adopted into Semi wealthy family with his little sister, Lily. His sister was always sickly and their mother died when they were kids of A unknown illness. As they grew older Lily became worse and worse,her medical bills alone cost a fortune more than they could handle so eris ran away from home to procure work in hopes to pay for her a proper doctor. Now he's a mercenary and he often writes to his precious Lily sending money for her. What he doesn't know is his sister is dead


Extras:


He's very skilled with blades and cooking. He has a slight magic ability.


Themes:


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Name:
Eris weston


Appearance:


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Age: 20


Gender: male


Sexuality: bisexual


Occupation: mercenary


Are you a master or not:


Master


Personality: eris is a fearless man who has a mild temper and enjoys living life in his own way. He cares little for being told what to do and he might not play by the rules. He doesn't like doing things unless there's a little something in it for him which can make him appear selfish but a guy's gotta make a living as he says. Eris is also the guy who does what he wants even if that means climbing into a woman's bed or simply going into a restricted hall. He also secretly has a soft spot for animals and children.


Bio:


Eris weston was adopted into Semi wealthy family with his little sister, Lily. His sister was always sickly and their mother died when they were kids of A unknown illness. As they grew older Lily became worse and worse,her medical bills alone cost a fortune more than they could handle so eris ran away from home to procure work in hopes to pay for her a proper doctor. Now he's a mercenary and he often writes to his precious Lily sending money for her. What he doesn't know is his sister is dead


Extras:


He's very skilled with blades and cooking. He has a slight magic ability.

[QUOTE="Cruor Flumine]Name: Canicus Aldia
Age: 397


Type: Incubus


Sexuality: Bisexual


Human Appearance:


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Magical Creature Appearance: (Same as Human)


Gender: Male


Powers: Able to put any human to sleep at will, able to cause his target to become attracted to him, able to steal the soul of any sleeping human he wishes to take. With each soul stolen, he becomes stronger, faster, and his regenerative properties increase for the duration of the next two seasons.


Are you free or not: Yes (Able to be paired)


If you are enslaved, where is your gem located on your body and what color:


Personality: Canicus is a very lustful incubus, as he should be. He cares not whether his target is male or female, he will absorb any soul he can take. If he is ever captured, he will protect them so that his own soul is not destroyed.


Bio:


Part 1: The Love of an Incubus


Canicus is an Incubus, a race of seductive demons that steal the souls of those who fall for them. Now, in the unwritten rules of Demon's, Incubi are forbidden to fall in love with a human. He did just that, fell for a woman whom he had seduced. Something about her made him want to protect, not kill. So, the next day when she awoke, he proposed to her. Alayna, that was her name. The only name that would mean anything to him in this world. Happily, Alayna accepted the proposal, thoughts of their future family occupying both of their minds. Soon afterwards, she found out his true nature. Alayna's reaction wasn't what the Incubus expected it to be. Instead of screaming and running, she simply smiled, kissed her fiance, then proceeded to smack him. Twice. "You should've told me sooner!" She complained before once again kissing Canicus.


Part 2: The Family Life


The marriage went like any normal marriage would, bridesmaids, cake, gifts, a stunning bride in a beautiful dress. However, that night under the full moon took place an entirely different ceremony, one that would ensure the two would never part from old age. The ritual, aptly named Soul Share, was to be completed under the moonlight. The ritual would essentially bind their souls into one, with one of the souls being the 'master' soul, meaning as that souls vessel aged, so would the vessel of the soul it was bound with. A few softened words and drops of blood later, the two were bound until death.


Later that same year, a child was born. A healthy, baby girl. Canicus, who was proud of his 'manliness', cried tears of joy as he held his firstborn child. The child was named Annabelle, after Alayna's mother.


Part 3: Loss of Light


Now, before Canicus met Alayna, he had a few run-in's with an organization of people dead set on killing any demons in the world. Said organization had been hunting the incubus for a long time now, a good 50 years, due to him seducing and killing one of its female members. Now, let's fast forward a bit to mid-summer, a season before Alayna's 7th birthday. The two had started up a small farm on the outskirts of the human kingdom and made a nice little profit off of it.


One day, Canicus was on his way back inside to tend to the fields, only to find a group of horses tied to a post outside their home. Thinking that his wife had some guests over, he journeyed inside. This was absolutely not the case. A group of soldiers outfitted with heavy armor decorated with white cloth stood around the bloodied body of Alayna. Annabelle was trying to defend her dying mother from the further onslaught of blows from the gauntleted hands when, she too, was struck. With a loud crack, her head spun and her now lifeless body fell to the wooden floor with a dull thud. The tool in Canicus's hands, a large scythe, was turned into a weapon, slicing through the warrior's armor like butter. Now surrounded by the bodies of the dead warriors, he fell to his knees and held his dying wife in his arms. Her last blood-filled words to him were. "I love you..I always will." His last tear-stained words to the woman he had come to love and adore were. "I know dear...rest now, and know that I will never forget you. I love you with all my heart."


With a faint smile, the light faded from her eyes as they glazed over. Tears fell from Canicus's face as he screamed with a fury only a widower may hold. He gently laid her body down and turned to his daughter. They snapped the young girl's neck with a single blow, a quick and painless death thankfully. He planted a kiss on Annabelle's forehead, the memory of their time together flowing through his head.


A feeling rushed through his body. Both a gift and a curse, his immortality had returned to him, but with a painful cost. With a tear-stained face and bloodied hands, he gathered his simple long sword, a change of clothes, and some rations before leaving the cottage that he had built with his own two hands burning, the tower of flame rising high into the sky. His wife and daughter would be joining his mother and father-in-law in the afterlife.


Part 4: The Fallen


Widower, incubus, a grieving father, these describe the broken, lost man who had now destroyed the order of knights that had killed his family. Present time, he is wandering the countryside, growing ever-steadily stronger as he stole the souls of lonesome wanderers. Rumor's have been popping up of some sort of beast wandering the countryside, and occasionally the city, leaving its victims dead and soulless. He just hoped now that he wouldn't be captured by those who wish to use him.


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Character Sheet for Magical Creatures

Name: akira


Age: unknown


Type:


Black dog

(those who don't know it's a type of dark spirit or demon)

Sexuality: pansexual/bisexual


Human Appearance:

Magical Creature Appearance:


looks about the same as human form except a being made of shadows and even sometimes takes the form of a large wolf.


Gender: male


Powers:

default powers-


foresight~ ability to forseen events of past and future,the ability in uncontrollable and visions happen at random.


darkness manipulation~ the ability to manipulate darkness,this power is strongest at night and cannot be used in pitch darkness for there's no light to counteract


venom~ fangs carry a venom if injected into said target and gets into blood stream it can poison the victim and if not treated properly leads to illness and even death


keen senses,claws,fangs, and night vision~ he's a animal of course he has this




Are you free or not:


not free. is owned


If you are enslaved, where is your gem located on your body and what color:


A collar around his neck that he can't remove, blue.


Personality:
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akira is fairly mischievous by nature always enjoying games and trouble,he also loves flirting and can be a tease. he somtimes has a very dark outlook on a lot of things which can make him seem a little creepy at times and sometimes even sadistic or masochistic. overall he's very creative and cunning coming up with ideas of things. akira absoulutly hates boredom and sometimes even finds it hard to sit still. he's very clever and really territorial. akira can actually tolerate alot and he's really loyal.

Bio:


Akira doesn't remember where he's from or anything from his past as a pup. All he recalls are a few things that happened to him such as having been often beaten and starved by the man who first took him in and having watched as the guy was brutally murdered by his wife whom took a good brunt of things too. Margaret was a kind woman who was drove on the edge due to her abusive husband and she fled with the young child taking him to a new home. They moved to a small town and times were tough as akira was fully grown and Margaret grew ill. Akira came to her room in the night and took the woman's life to set her free of her suffering since she begged him. Later, he somehow wound up a pet and had been through it all being used by everyone for anything they wanted and threw about from master to master. They even using him for sex. Punishing him severely if he did something wrong. As this continued akira grew more and more dark,corrupt even and it set in that he was a mere beast trained and easily thrown away. Now he has a new owner whom he has to give everything to even his own heart.

Extras:


He's somewhat insomniac


He has to drink blood


(Pair me with someone suitable for him,possibly someone who would not hesitate to command him to do things and even punish him maybe treat him like the animal he is. Also it'd be good if there was a way for akira to get emotionally attached to them.)
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Accepted!

 

[Cruor Flumine]

Accepted!

did i get the bonus points

 

[Rigel]

@Lima , my CS is complete. Should I change anything (Like the name, since you accepted that black dog)? I'll probably change his name to Jing (the Chinese pronunciation for ?)


(I'll put a copy below)

Spoiler

Akira

Appearance

Age: 45 (appears ~16)


Type: Nekomata (two-tailed cat demon)


Sexuality: Demisexual


Human Appearance:


Height: 165cm (5' 5")


Weight 55kg (~121 lb)


Magical Creature Appearance:


Gender: Male

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Powers, Status and Personality

Powers:


- Heals at a fast rate at the cost of having to rest and/or eat after bad injuries (e.g. eye getting torn out, etc.)


- Agile and fast, can run (unsustained) up to 43 mph (~69 km/h) in creature form, 35 mph (~57km/h) in human form.


Are you free or not: Enslaved (Please pair me with someone)


Gem colour and location: Purple amethyst, on the back of neck


Personality: Quiet and obedient, Akira will do anything for his Master. Normally rather docile, when he fights it is like a switch is flicked and he will literally tear his opponent(s) to pieces. In his mind he is secretly pretty judgemental of others.

Bio

Akira has never known freedom. He grew up in a cage next to an older bakeneko in a similar situation, and they were trained to fight once obedience to their Master was beaten into them (quite literally). When they turned 10, they were sold off to a new Master. When they turned 15, their Master started entering them into pit fights, where failure meant death. They never lost a match, returning after each battle with bloodied claws and fangs. When they turned 18, their Master pitted them against each other because he did not want to have keep the two of them, as it took up too many resources for his tastes. The bakeneko hesitated, so Akira tore his throat out.


"Why?... Because I exist to serve, to obey my Master in all things."


His Master praised him for the first time that night, and gave him his name. Since then he has been serving his Master obediently in return for the praise given. Now he follows his Master around while collared, the collar only being loosened when he is to fight. He has never really interacted with another of his kind apart from the bakeneko, and he doesn't talk much. He believes he deserves to be beaten whenever he fails and when he sees other Masters treating their 'pets' otherwise, he is silently scornful of them for being weak.


His Master is his sole reason to live.

Extras

Akira always lands on his feet when falling/jumping.


His fingernails in human form are stronger and sharper than humans', enough to rip through flesh.


His name is written to mean 'Crystal'.

 

[Kazehana]

Lulu

• Basic Native Girl Things
• What do you mean, 'no free will'?
• The Thunderbird Diaries

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  Age: 23
  
  
  
  
  Type:
  
  Thunderbird - A Native American mythological supernatural bird of power and strength. It is depicted to be able to create lightning, leading to thunder, as it flies. It is generally though to pull clouds together with the mighty flap of its wings. The thunder is said to originate from its wing claps, while lightning is said to originate from the blink of its eyes. Overall, this species is powerful, intelligent, and wrathful.
  
  
  Sexuality: Asexual
  
  
  Gender: Female
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  Native Girl
  
  Height: 5'8"
  
  
  Weight: 135lbs
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  Thunderbird
  
  Height: 2'
  
  
  Wingspan: 7'
  
  
  Weight: 27lbs
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• 
  
  
  
  Status: Slave
  
  Master: ?
  
  Gem:
  
  Her gem is featured on her chest, almost like a necklace. It glows with a dark amethyst, almost fluid like soft light that bears a portion of lightening that shoots back and forth, contained within its diamond crystal. Appears on her breast when shifted.
  
  
  
  
  Powers:
  
  Avian Physiology - As a birb, she gains all the added benefits of being a birb in general. This includes, but is not limited to: hollow skeleton for flight, strong beak for biting, claws of death, feathers of weather protection and insulation, heavily enhanced vision, flight of the bumblebee, and atmospheric adaptations so she is comfortable at lower pressures
  
  
  Healing Factor - Thunderbirds have the very beneficial advantage of accelerated regeneration, making them far faster at recovering from injuries than normal people. Inflicted damage carries the same magnitude as normal; it just goes away faster
  
  
  Electrical immunity - She's a lightning rod, duh. Absorbed electricity augments her powers for a limited time. She cannot absorb her own electricity
  
  
  Sonic Screech - Makes really loud and annoying sounds that hurt the ears of everyone, much like my piccolo! Typically inflicts temporary impairment on the target. And by target, I mean everyone around her that is not prepared
  
  
  Electrical generation - She lets the power of electricity flow through her being, allowing it to be used in several useful ways. A lot of the time, it is discharged through her fingers or wingtips, allowing her direct access to its benefits. As it is an internal power source, its power and generation is completely dependent on her health and state of mind. Electricity has many applications, the most obvious being in battle. Other uses can be creative, but are often numerous because she can control it even after it has left her body. It stays active for about 30 seconds, then peters out if not used to make contact
  
  
  Storm manifestation - As stated in the species description, thunderbirds have the ability to create storms at their whim, though not by the methods given. While she does pull clouds together, she also flat out creates them by accumulating water vapor. Storms activate, and rain falls when she applies electricity to it. Once in effect, she can easily manipulate it to fit her needs, and can last as long as necessary. It provides a rather potent augmentation to her electrical powers as is, and is often used to gain the advantage
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• 
  
  
  
  Bio:
  
  Lulu was born in a Native American tribe, happy and free. She was named after the first thing that crossed her path after she was born, given the Native name for rabbit as per the tradition. Soon, she showed signs of being abnormal, often found with blue feathers on random parts of her body. When she was just a few years old, she was able to freely transformed into a small baby bird, one that had pretty blue down feathers. Her parents knew what this meant, but were surprised that their humble tribe carried this honor. The world had but one thunderbird at a time, and the honor of being chosen as such was great within the Native community. However, Lulu's development as a thunderbird meant that the current was dying and needed to be replaced soon. When that day came, Lulu was instantly and uncontrollably transformed, becoming a beautiful thunderbird as a young teenager. Her parents, proud, sent her on her way with their best wishes. She had a bright future ahead of her. So she lived her next few years free among the skies, tending to the storms as needed by the land. And she was great at it too!
  
  
  But then, she entered the city of Irridel, a most unpleasant place. But it needed rain, so she started to pull clouds together to create some for the land. Of course, she could have cared less about the people considering they did not have a great reputation. During this process, she noticed how weak she was becoming, most likely due to the city's crystals and such. She was forced to land momentarily, no matter how much she tried to fight it. Unfortunately, a man was just lying in wait for her. And the rest... Well she doesn't like to talk about the rest. But now, she has to serve the white man, which irritates her. Plus she has a human form again, so that's a thing. Why did she have to be such a stereotype? Sometimes she wonders if her absence in the skies has affected much, though she still tends to try to send out storms when she can.
  
  Personality:
  
  Lulu is a carefree spirit, which doesn't really mix well with her status. She tends to like to do her own thing despite her current situation. Whenever she can, she will try to help those in need, especially other mythical creatures. When it comes to her master, she tends to be sassy and sarcastic as hell, but almost never means what she says. She doesn't do it to spite him; it's just how she deals with the situation. Lulu tends to be a bit rebellious, especially when her master isn't looking. She tends to be the type of person to dream of doing better and bigger things, like, oh I don't know, maintaining the balance of the hydrologic cycle throughout the lands. Nevertheless, she will sometimes follow orders, but usually just when she feels like it.
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[slim]

@Lima , my CS (located on page 2) is complete. Should I change anything (Like the name, since you accepted that black dog)? I'll probably change his name to Jing (the Chinese pronunciation for ?)
(I'll put a copy below)

Spoiler

Akira

Appearance

Age: 45 (appears ~16)


Type: Nekomata (two-tailed cat demon)


Sexuality: Demisexual


Human Appearance:


Height: 165cm (5' 5")


Weight 55kg (~121 lb)


Magical Creature Appearance:


Gender: Male

Powers, Status and Personality

Powers:


- Heals at a fast rate at the cost of having to rest and/or eat after bad injuries (e.g. eye getting torn out, etc.)


- Agile and fast, can run (unsustained) up to 43 mph (~69 km/h) in creature form, 35 mph (~57km/h) in human form.


Are you free or not: Enslaved (Please pair me with someone)


Gem colour and location: Purple amethyst, on the back of neck


Personality: Quiet and obedient, Akira will do anything for his Master. Normally rather docile, when he fights it is like a switch is flicked and he will literally tear his opponent(s) to pieces. In his mind he is secretly pretty judgemental of others.

Bio

Akira has never known freedom. He grew up in a cage next to an older bakeneko in a similar situation, and they were trained to fight once obedience to their Master was beaten into them (quite literally). When they turned 10, they were sold off to a new Master. When they turned 15, their Master started entering them into pit fights, where failure meant death. They never lost a match, returning after each battle with bloodied claws and fangs. When they turned 18, their Master pitted them against each other because he did not want to have keep the two of them, as it took up too many resources for his tastes. The bakeneko hesitated, so Akira tore his throat out.


"Why?... Because I exist to serve, to obey my Master in all things."


His Master praised him for the first time that night, and gave him his name. Since then he has been serving his Master obediently in return for the praise given. Now he follows his Master around while collared, the collar only being loosened when he is to fight. He has never really interacted with another of his kind apart from the bakeneko, and he doesn't talk much. He believes he deserves to be beaten whenever he fails and when he sees other Masters treating their 'pets' otherwise, he is silently scornful of them for being weak.


His Master is his sole reason to live.

Extras

Akira always lands on his feet when falling/jumping.


His fingernails in human form are stronger and sharper than humans', enough to rip through flesh.


His name is written to mean 'Crystal'.

looks good.accepted

 

[Hiruka]

looks good.accepted

I've created my third character and it is ready (excuse me for the many errors I made in the bio)

 

[Ldybug123]

@mewbot5408 I was looking for a master, and I was wondering if your master character (Eris, I think his name was) could be the master for my character.

 

[slim]

I've created my third character and it is ready (excuse me for the many errors I made in the bio)

I accepted it

 

[Dominaiscna]

~Mikael Ambrose~





Appearance:

Age : 25


Gender: male


Sexuality: heterosexual


Occupation: hobo/streetcorner-warmer


Are you a master or not: No


Personality: Mikael used to be a very cheerful boy, the type that everyone enjoyed being around because of his energy and positivity, constantly joking around and ligntening the mood. Now, he puts on a witty, stupid and downright silly front, like that of a drunkard who's only good at jolling and drinking with ruffians, singing and dancing terribly into the night. But no one sees the empty soul inside. Silent rage keeps him going and is laced in every step he takes. His mouth rarely utters a sound when he is alone and his eyes an icy blue that rival the frozen wastes. He closed himself up ever, since that day, in his own world of cold, empty blackness.


Bio: When he was young, Mikael was the youngest of 3 sons of the Ambrose family, a bloodline of upper class nobility that had existed since the time of King Etwa, serving the crown countless times in history and earning their status as one of the most powerful noble families in Iridel. Such a position was both a gift and a curse.


For decades, the Ambrose family did not support the enslavement of magical creatures within Iridel as they viewed it as savage, barbaric and damning in intentions. How could humans abuse power like the magic creatures of before the reign of Etwa? Even though they were highly disgusted with such actions, they held their tongue and watched in silence at the actions of the Royalty and nobles around them, that is until Jestin Ambrose, Mikael's father, became the head of the family.


The Ambrose family watched over land to the west of Iridel and Upon succeeding his father, Jestin took action to discourage the usage of gems within the villages under the family's protection. When a vast gem vein was discovered on Ambrosian land, they refused to let anyone mine the gems, even under the command of the Crown.This caused unsettlement building in the villages and tension amongst the nobles.


Jestin had unknowingly started a chain of events that would snowball into something no one could have foreseen. The silent right hand family of the crown was taking action against a ritual that had been performed countless times for decades and this posed a threat to the Crown. The Ambrose family had both the power and the means to overthrow the ruling family if they gained enough support from the rest of the population.


The Crown decided to cut them down before they grew too strong. Rumors spread like wildfire among nobles and peasants alike.


"The Ambroses are hoarding gems for themselves. The Ambroses forbid the usage of gems so that their people can't overthrow them. The Ambroses are traitors to the Crown. The Ambroses want the Crown."


With the support of other nobles families and peasants, the Crown was given enough of a reason to charge the Family for treason, stripping them of their lands and title. Upon that same fateful day, the villagers rioted against the family, storming the Ambrose castle and tearing it down to shreads.


By morning, the once beautiful castle of nobleman was the bloody site of a massacre. Ambrosian soldiers and members of household had tried, in vain, to fight against the onslaught to protect their leige family. No one under their name survived that day...except one.


Sacrificing her life and that of her willing maidens in order to buy him time, Mikael's mother had given him one last command as he was hoisted against his will and forcefully tied onto his horse by her handmaids.


"Run."


With the fiery night sky behind him and only the empty road before him, he road without stopping till his body gave way to utter exhaustion.


Morning came and he was no longer The same person, no longer Mikael Ambrose. He was no longer the son of a father who spoke out for justice or the mother who loved her son over everything.


He was an orphan without a name, a family or a home. He regreted his obedience. He should've fought to stay. Should've fought alongside all those souls who believed in their family. Should've died with them than run, leaving them all behind.


What did they do to deserve it? Human greed had wiped out an entire bloodline of people just because they spoke their mind, Strived for justice, stood up for what they believed was right.


He would avenge everyone under the Ambrose title: his family, the household, the army. Everyone who died in the name of Ambrose to make sure that atleast one little sliver of the bloodline survived.


Even if that little sliver was a young boy who would fight to the last breathe on his own.


For Ambrose


Extra: He lost his left eye when he was 19 during the fight against the villagers. The cut was meant for his neck to decapitate the last heir of the bloodline and seal the fate of the family, but missed it's mark and sliced a gash across the left side of his face and over his eye.


He despises Genesis for what his family did to his. They used to be friends at one point due to the many meetings between the Crown and the Ambrose family but that all changed after that fateful day. It is unlikely anything can be done to close the rift between them and Mikael still wonders what Genesis feels about what happened... Or if he even knew.

 

[Nonexisting]

@mewbot5408 I was looking for a master, and I was wondering if your master character (Eris, I think his name was) could be the master for my character.

I would but I don't know if I'm allowed to own multiple creatures, also I'd expect you to post a decent amount for responses too because you know I hate one liners

 

[ElectricDandellion]

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Name: Anastasia Growles


Age: 176, appears 19


Type: A hand sized dragon.


Sexuality: Hererosexual


Gender: Female.


Powers:


-Control of water.


Anastasia can move and control water with her mind. It's easy for her to quickly throw water or move it in small portions.


-levitation of small objects.


Anastasia is able to lift objects from the ground. When doing this to humans or other creatures, it proves hugely difficult.


Are you free or not: (If you are not I can pair you with someone unless you want to yourself vice versa) I am not free at the moment


If you are enslaved, where is your gem located on your body and what colour: When enslaved, the gem would be silver and appear between her shoulder blades. It's quite small, as she is too, but it is there. It's about the size of a small tea light.


Personality:


Anastasia is very private, and does not enjoy being controlled by others. She proves difficult to train, and 'tame'. Anna hates being submissive, and so still hasn't been enslaved due to her fiery nature. Most stay clear. When known, she is very kind, and very protective, but that is only when she can trust someone; this rarely happens. She can be positive, but moodiness and laziness overrules most of her emotions and actions, it's very hard to persuade and force her to do most things.


Bio:


Anastasia was hatched as an egg, as crazy as that sounds. She grew up with her loving mother and father, who were soon captured in the thoughts of being enslaved. As much as they fought, and as much as Anastasia tried to prevent the kidnapping, they were taking and were soon killed because of their feral natures. The whole event scarred Anastasia, and she was so bewildered, her hair had turned whitey/grey, and her small dragon size had never increased.


Since then, she has been very stubborn, and a lone wolf. She has been inhabiting a nearby forest, hiding in her dragon form where she cannot be captured as it's hard to find or discover her.


Extras: stands at 5'2


(Sorry it's short, haha.)
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