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    Name: My Lady Saint Genevieve Sigismund
    Age:
    Gender: Female
    Race:

    Appearance
    Hair Color: Red (4inches from floor height)
    Eye Color: Blue
    Skin Tone: Pale
    Height: 5'5"
    Weight: 112lbs

    Attire
    Floor length robes. Ornate in design, fabric and rich pastels, darks and medium tones.

    History

    The Lady Saint was created by the gods of Balladeva. In addition to the Lady Saint being created, a mate was also given to the saint when created for the humans of Balladeva. Created of the light and purity of the gods, the love and hope they had for their humans. Darkness, hate, evil and the unhappiness created its own version of the gods gift to man. It created a dark saint, that was anything but a saint. The darker sister of the pure saint's desire to take away the humans gift, destroy the saints, destroy the humans belief and loyalty to the gods.

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    Map is credited to Allatu Dagon. I created it myself in Adobe Illustrator.


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    Welcome to the Dread Zone Allatu Dagon's Avatar
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    Name: Alona
    Gender: Female
    Age: 17-18
    Ethnicity:
    Spirit: Mother Nature

    Avatar Appearance:
    Eyes:Brown
    Hair: White-yellow
    Skin: Warm peach
    Attire:

    Appearance
    Eyes: Brown
    Hair: Yellow-Orange (Hair is like the sun)
    Skin: Pale (She's rarely out in the open from her home)

    Personality:

    Alona is a quiet individual that keeps to herself at all times. She is very internal with her emotions, feelings and thoughts. She rarely speaks to anyone, aside from her shopping needs in the village. She has a very kind and giving heart, however it has been sealed deep within her own soul after the disappearance of her father and endless hardships she has endured up unto this point in her life.

    Even though she has been denied the gift of vision. She has learned to see the beauty, heart and soul of things around her through the sound, smell and texture it has taken its form in. Alona sees the beauty that any one thing or creature was created with, not its appearance or function. She reads the soul.



    History:

    Alona was born with a visual impairment, blindness, and since she was a child she has not seen the beautiful world like her parents had. A few years after she was born, around the ages of five and six her mother vanished with out any evidence to explain why or who might have taken, killed or magicked away such a wonderful wife and mother. Alona was left alone with her grieving father who took the loss of her mother harder than most would have. About two years after the disappearance of Alona's mother, her father also disappeared with out a single word or warning to those around him. Alona was ten years of age when she was left to fend for herself in the forest dwelling that her and her family had occupied.

    It took Alona weeks to make it out of her home and to the stream near by by memory and feel, smell and temperature. She began having to teach herself how to maneuver and function with out the help of her father, mother or visitors.

    The family had a few friends that dropped by on and off, and a month after the disappearance of her father one of their mutual friends arrived to find Alona by herself, naked, soiled and curled up in front of a nearly dead hearth. When said family friend discovered her, he of course tried to take her into his own home and provide for her. Alona refused the kindness and asked for her to remain within her families home. After that day she became partially dependent on the family friend that had discovered and saved her that day, however he was aging and ailing fast and soon faded away leaving Alona on her own again at the age of fifteen years old.

    Over the course of a year, before she was eligible for the Right of Passage into adulthood and to be one of the accepted of the community, she had to teach herself how to make it to and from her village and home. Some treks left her stranded with out food, water and shelter for days or even weeks. If she was blessed a hunter would come across her and take pity on the blind girl.

    When the year came that she was completely independent of those in the village and of the year she might try for adulthood, it was not to be. The right to pass into adulthood is finding ones spirit. Connecting with a single spirit of the world and forming an everlasting bond until the day you passed on and your spirit carried your soul into the heavens. Alona was not compatible with a spirit that fateful day, she was denied the partnership that the rest of her peers were given.

    After she was denied companionship of a spirit Alona became more distant and outcast from those she had known or had shown the blind girl compassion. She was more of a liability for them to take into their own lives and she seemed capable of tending to her own needs, so no one took the time to love a lost soul.
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    Name: Enyo Salome Medomia Gala

    Age: Soul was created during Sol (summer) (20 years humanoid)

    Souls age, they don't count years as their age but how long their soul has been alive since it was created. Which is basically what turning season their parents conceived them in.

    Race: Omoi Ra'ai

    Race Information:

    Omoi Ra'ai are a very emotional and soul linked race. Verbal speech is only used to communicate with the out side world and a variety of other races due to their inability to communicate through emotion. When one Omoi Ra'ai wish to speak to one another, one simply touches the others hand, shoulder and so forth and the emotions swap back and forth like a verbal conversation. Omoi Ra'ai have complicated and in depth emotional language that only they understand. It is scary for an Omoi to listen to an alien race's conversation due to different cultures, complexities and how they were raised within their culture or intermixed cultures.

    Because of the Omoi Ra'ai's deep emotional language and ability to read that of another species, they have been sought after and often kidnapped by traffickers to sell as pleasure slaves among their crime lords multiple circles. Omoi Ra'ai are valuable in addition to sexual pleasure, they are like a lie detector for their lords and bosses. The sexual value is their ability to reflect exactly what the opposing party member wishes to feel from their partner. Omoi Ra'ai's bodies naturally find their partners emotion and desire and do their best to mimic it for maximum sexual and emotional pleasure. For inter species sexual actives it is only fully felt by the Omoi Ra'ai. The opposite race member does not grasp the depth of emotion the Omoi Ra'ai receive or endure. It is greatly taxing on the Omoi Ra'ai, very damaging to their souls and persona. A lot of sexual abuse is present in the crime circles, and a lot of Omoi Ra'ai females die at young ages because their souls have been emotionally battered to death and cannot take the malice and abuse from their sexual partners.

    Appearance:

    Think of the graceful facial structure of fantasy Elfin peoples, and their long pointed ears. The Omoi Ra'ai's ears are elongated and fused like a band behind their heads. The ears curve back behind the base of the head and connect to each other like a wrap, a thin bar of cartilage no thicker than a human females pinky. They have the anatomy of a human but skin tones vary in age. Young males have a creamy tan darker around the genetialia, from there it becomes a softer shade fading out from the dark areas. Females are born with a gentle lilac shade that is a dark violet around their genitalia and breasts. Adult males become darker shades of their creamy youth tan, females darker violets-lilacs-magenta and so forth. The older one Omoi gets the darker their shades become with respect to the portion that fades across the majority of their bodies.

    Omoi Ra'ai hair is completely white for both genders and the length of each Omoi Ra'ai signifies age and rank.
    Long hair unbound belongs to Omoi who are not married. Bound hair in two clasps signifies a married female, one bound clasp a married male. Omoi with public leadership have their own arrangement of hair style and accessories that label them as single, married and which public office they hold within the Omoi culture. The slaves of the crime circles have no honor to the Omoi customs. One can tell if a Omoi is a trafficked slave by the varying styles their retainers dress them in. Each style is influenced by ones retainer, boss or lord and their culture's preferences for their Omoi slaves.


    Omoi Ra'ai clothing is similar to the Native Americans style of clothes. The men wear leggings or loin cloths with respect to ones public occupation and rank, meaning they wear additional pieces of clothing depending on if they are a healer, spiritualist, clan leader and so forth. Women wear single piece dresses or two pieces that cover their breast and naval areas.

    Enyo's appearance is elegantly strutured face, eyes painted like the bright yellow-orange sun, a lilac toned body with dark violet. Her hair length has been maintained at her mid thighs and she stands about five feet and five inches high.


    Personality:

    Generally Omoi are quiet and keep to themselves and their own people. With out hostility the Omoi are a kind, respectful, helpful and fascinating people to be around. They have thick accents when speaking verbally to those that require verbal speech. Their accents vary but the words are not spoken in any form of slang, Omoi do not butcher the verbal languages they have to communicate with. They respect a all races means of verbal communication, however if the race is a slang-like culture they do take on such terms and speech to said race.

    If a single individual is not of a violent nature or twisted up in any form or way. Listening to an Omoi speak in your race's language is the equivalent of the harmony of a song. Their voices and accents together have a calming and relaxing affect on the verbal communicating races, almost like a lullaby. Omoi's deep emotional and soul bound means of communication mixed with having to speak verbally make for great diplomats and peace talkers.

    History:

    Enyo was created within the turning of Sol (summer) and thus born in the next turning Sol. Being born a soul of the Sol she was a glowing image of the Omoi's creator's soul. Radiant, beautiful, captivating and very quiet. She spent the first ten Sol's of her life with her family and clan.

    When Enyo turned her twelfth Sol her clan was invaded by a crime circle called the Black Rin. The Black Rin specialize in a variety of criminal activities, but are also great providers of good and reliable Omoi to other crime lords and factions. Since her capture at twelve Sol's she has been passed between every single major crime faction serving as a sexual slave to a mediator when lords meet with other lords, clients and so forth.
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    Name: Alula
    Age: 18
    Gender: Female

    Eye Color: Color of a stormy night sky
    Hair Color: Color of the sun
    Skin Tone: Pale/peachy

    History:

    Her sister was only a few years older than her but greatly jealous and angry. The elder sister had overheard her own parents discussing the favor being directed at her younger sister no matter the proper respects she, the elder, was suppose to be given. Yes, yes she received her dues, respects, first picks and the likes. It was the younger who took everyone's interest, favor. They held out for her audience, her attention, her smile, her charm and innocence. The crown and leadership of the kingdom was to be rightfully given to her, the elder. But--ah her parents sought to keep their audience happy and content...their younger would succeed the throne, not the elder.

    The elder sister decided to do some thing about her misfortune which seemed to carry on in her younger sister. She struck a deal with an ancient demon serpent. One who's days were numbered and needed the bargain, as did she.

    Exchanging her younger sister's very heart/soul to the serpent to remove her from the elders life forever. In return the serpent promised the elder sister wealth, happiness, bliss as if she had been the only, lovely daughter to the king and queen. She and her offspring would reign for many a hundred years in their design. Her younger sister would then be rightly punished, enslaved by the serpent as his own servant to do as he wished and desired. She would become his creature. A monster that with the aid of her elder sister would become a hideous thing to fear. A story told by mothers and fathers to keep their young inside at night and free of the Lady of Tartimus, or also referred to as the Lady of Tar.

    The serpent that she served lived in the boggiest parts of the kingdom. Swimming and sleeping in an ageless tar pit impenetrable to any human. For if he did, death was quite certain.

    The gift, the curse, the weapon of the Lady of Tar was the ooze of a dress, dangerously low cut in the back and front. It exposed the deathly paleness of the servant to her prey. The dress made of tar was in itself a kind of magic, a kind of weapon used to suffocate, strangle and obliterate her prey and or poor victims. The Lady of Tar keeps an ancient wooden bucket with her at all times. Carrying in it the tar from a tar pit to create her weapon and demonic elegance. The bucket's age and era of creation is heavily noticeable. Tartimos is such an old, old serpent the bucket's style, carvings and materials are no longer used by the newer and more modern means of fashioning buckets.
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