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[Blazion]

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The world of Czarina was once a peaceful land, where its creatures harmonized with not only the land they lived on, but with each other. The three races; demonic daeva, angelic seraphim, and resilient humans were equal to one another despite the differences between them and it was a utopia to all.

Or so legend says, before it all changed.

According to myth that's been passed on for many a generation, it began with a scholar who's race was lost through time. He went into the wild with a party to become more in tune with nature in order to find ways to expand their civilization. Weeks passed, and no word was heard from any of them, so a search team was sent out.

What the rescuers found were no survivors, but what appeared to be a war zone. The camp was torn asunder, almost every item and piece of research burned to ash, the only sign that the others had died being bones and half burned corpses.

The search party returned solemnly, having never seen such gruesome sight. Yet somehow, the moment they stepped into civilization once more odd happenings started to occur.

To this day no one knows if it's a disease, a curse, a hex, a possession, or some other dark form of magic, but they do know that it destroyed their society.

Whatever the search expedition brought back, it started to drive people insane. At first, no one could target what the problem was, but then a Seraphim politician noticed a pattern. All of those driven insane were either a hybrid or daeva.

Put into a frenzy of action at the information, humans and seraphim segregated themselves from the daeva. If a daeva was caught, be it a hybrid of one of the other races or pure, they were either imprisoned or executed on the spot. Eventually, all of them had fled east to the dangerous and uninhabited volcanic areas. The daeva however had become bitter towards the seraphim and humans and drove even the hybrids away, leaving the halflings in the middle between the three pure blood races.

After the initial panic was over, seraphim and humans tried to decide what to do about the demonic threat. However, both of their views were widely different, the humans wanting to send troops in to permanently put an end to them, and the seraphim wanting to capture them as possible research experiments or slaves; entertainment or otherwise. An argument broke out between them, and the seraphim left the humans' stronghold to make their own, high up in the mountain tops to the north.

The three nations were now separated, with the hybrids inbetween. Unrest was heavy with all factions, and all were physically unstable from the various break ups. Using the time this insecurity brought them, the hybrids made their own shabby base in the middle of the three factions' strongholds, while others, fearing battle, fled south across the sea by their own various means.

The daeva, although fierce and having a natural skill in battle, knew they couldn't take on both human and seraphim force, so hesitantly a leader stepped forth on what most presumed to be a suicide mission to make peace. Xiomar, one of the rare mythical creature daeva, being that of a dragon. She and a small troop of brave daeva went first to the seraphim, climbing the steep mountains to request audience with them, and their help in getting the humans to meet with them as well, rather than kill them on sight.

The seraphim of course were rather skeptical of the daeva's intents, and their initial reaction was the attempted capture of the daeva before they ever reached the stronghold. A force was sent to capture them, and Xiomar and her men had to take up arms, yet before the seraphim attacked the leader landed before them and put his weapons down. Adil, the one who first noticed the pattern in those who had become crazed offered them the chance they had been hoping for. No other seraphim had the will to go, so Adil accompanied them alone and directed his force to bring back message of what he was to do to their new capital.

Along the way, he saw something that had convinced him of their sincerity, for one of the daeva had started to show the signs of becoming a feral beast and succumbing to his animalistic urges. As soon as he bared claw and fang to Adil, Xiomar had struck him down with her own hand.

The journey continued unhindered from then on, until they reached the human base. Adil went in alone, fearing for the daeva's safety, and met in private with the humans' newly appointed leader, Lord Ryan Dumont. Intrigued by Adil's tale and knowing of his sincerity, Ryan went with him with only two of his trusted guards. Not wanting to be far from safe walls, yet still wanting to be sure enough away to be uninterrupted by the more close minded humans of his kind, Ryan and Adil met with the daeva a mere five miles away.

The meeting was short and to the point. Ryan, too, was convinced of Xiomar's sincerity with Adil’s testimony. Rules were put in place, where every daeva and half-breed who showed signs of being feral was subjected to a test of their sanity, and if they failed, were executed. At first Xiomar rightly feared for her people's safety should either of the other two races unfairly exercise this test, yet both Ryan and Adil assured her that they would personally administer the test, and should the peace continue, their heirs would as well.

Satisfied with this truce, Xiomar escorted Adil home, where he told the others of the peace that had come, and Xiomar returned to her own people. All three leaders began the slow process of making permanent homes in their selected locations, and in turn more cities.

Although still uneasy with eachother, and though skirmishes occasionally broke out, it was enough to last. With the pure blooded races focusing on the strength of their own lands, the hybrids still on the main continent managed to get their own small communities and were slowly accepted into society as well, even if they were still distrusted within all three factions. The hybrids that fled to what is now Sassucus still harbor a deep grudge, passed on through generation to generation to fester distrust and hate.

Yet still, generations later, those with animal blood continued to go insane, being killed or cast out into the wild. No one dares stray from the road out of fear; for out there is what every daeva parent wishes their child will never grow up to be, what every human child is raised to fear, and what every seraphim must protect their family from.

Yet, all of it's going to change. With the Kingdom's growing large and bountiful, there's finally room for some to stop and wonder just what caused this insanity in daeva. Except, any research seemed to come up blank, that is until recently...

It all started when Ardal, the descendant of Adil, found a piece of information that brought the old myths into light, about the researcher who was never found. It was a long buried journal of the wife of that man, having been hidden within stacks of old books carried along to Adalrich upon its first creation. Within it's pages the woman detailed how her husband, during the journey, was attacked - though due to the partial destruction of the book there was no idea by what. Through the pages of her journal it went on to describe how her husband started to change, growing more primal. He started raging, getting angry, and the last entry, half written, explained how she had started talking to the physician in their group about her husband, just for it to cut off abruptly with a blood splatter across the pages.

Much of the information in the journal was lost, but it was enough for Ardal to contact the other Kingdoms in the hopes of gathering a team to try and follow the sparse clues given in the text. It was an exciting time for him to find such a valuable piece of information, and he wanted to follow in his great grandfather's steps with it. To be fair to the other races and to assist them in their time of need.

Raha, the current monarch of the daeva, of course agreed. After all, without his citizens turning feral he'd have a much stronger Kingdom. King Aaron of the humans was less inclined, more interested in his own Kingdom, but finally agreed, planning on trying to get his men to steal the cure so that he would have something to lord over the daeva's heads. That didn't mean he'd go out of his way to spare for much expense or even the best to go with them.

So those chosen are going to come together for a journey that, if they succeed would bring them glory for them and their families for generations to come. If they don't, it'll be just another failed expedition, and the feralism of daeva would continue to spread unhindered.


Index

1. Geography
.....1a. Map of Czarina
.....1b. Capital Cities
.....1c. Towns
.....1d. Outposts / Harbors
.....1e. Bodies of water
2. Humans
.....2a. Government
.....2b. Fighting
3. Daeva
.....3a. Monarchy
.....3b. Combat
.....3c. Species
4. Seraphim
.....4a. Council of the Righteous
.....4b. Magic and Armor
5. Brief Feral Description
6. Other Notes & Rules


1. Geography

1a. Map of Czarina



Red Text: Daeva territory.

Blue text: Seraphim territory.

Green Text: Human territory.

Yellow Text: Neutral territory.

Black Text: Bodies of water

Castles: Capital city for the factions, with their corresponding colors and symbols.

Purple Square: City / Town.

White Square: Outpost.

Orange Square: Harbor Outpost.

1b. Capital Cities

Adalrich: The capital of the seraphim, Adalrich translates into a noble and regal ruler, named for being the first city erected under Adil. Surrounded by mountainous regions, Adalrich is rather secluded and further buffered by their trade and war city Odessa. Not many humans, hybrids, or daeva make it past Odessa, for trade or otherwise, and so Adalrich is often untouched by any but their own kind for years at a time, second only to Parthenia.

Furthermore, Adalrich makes their economy stable by offering work to seraphim willing to carry trade from Odessa to either to capital or Parthenia. There's a large trade with the seraphim for food, as most don't have the will nor desire to farm. Odessa is the only contact most outsiders know of Adalrich besides it's location on a map, and that it must be in the mountains. In truth it's on the highest mountain to the north, a gleaming city of gold, silver and marble. The paths stretch out, supported by a combination of beams and magic to create a vast city seemingly floating on the clouds. No expense was spared to make it a shining example of the seraphim, despite others rarely seeing it. Even if they did, most without wings could rightly fear falling to their death, the pathways twisting up the gleaming towers not having barristers to prevent falls.

Dumont: Dumont was named after the first human to lead and make peace with the other two nations, Ryan Dumont. The human capital balances trade and war equally, although there's also the search to "catch up" with the seraphim and daeva in terms of their physical attributes. Therefor, it's the place to be for inventors. As such, foreign materials such as certain metals and ore are highly valued.

The buildings in Dumont are made primarily of stone, though due to the high number of creationists in there it's not uncommon to have metal or wooden structures added onto the stone buildings such as large gears or contraptions. The castle for the royal family itself has a grand clock tower as the centerpiece, it being a shining example of their gear work.

Xerxes: The daeva capital and base is the harshest of the three, keeping a tight lid on it's citizens. Rightly, Xerxes translates into Monarch, for that is what this kingdom is, an absolute monarchy. Much like Xiomar from years before, her descendants as the new monarch of each generation kept a tight squeeze on it's citizens; wary of the ferals that sprout from their species. Since the daeva are so distrustful, trade is kept to a minimum, despite their valuable resources from the volcanic region.

The capital itself is located on or around a small volcano, the heat useful for blacksmithing. The main building where the monarchs conduct their business is suspended over the mouth of the volcano, a bubbling moat of lava just beneath the sweltering stone bridges that lead to it. Xiomar once used the heat as a subtle way to look for feralism among her people when they came to visit. However, as it's a small volcano this building is mainly a throne room with a few sparse other rooms. The main part of the capital is around the small volcano, built into the mountain or further down on flatter land where it's cooler.

1c. Towns and Cities

Parthenia = Seraphim. Translates into "maiden". Named for it's virtually untouched purity from outside races, the more secluded seraphim live here with their families to make a living. Not much is known about it outside the seraphim, but it's where crops and food are grown by the seraphim willing to get dirty. Though for the most part it's just a basic city away from the hussle of the capital.

Odessa = Seraphim. Translates into "angry man". Odessa is the war buffer of the seraphim, where war mongers stay itching for a fight and guards are posted to watch those who come closely. Although mostly made as a buffer during war, Odessa is also a profitable trade city for those wanting to trade directly to the seraphim, instead of through neutral cities. Not many other races make it past Odessa to Adalrich, deterred by the large mountain range Odessa rests at the base of.

Boaz = Human. Translates into "swiftness, strength". Boaz was originally a harbor, which a town grew up around. It's now become a large trade city, large enough to be a rival to Odessa should war ever rear its ugly head. The inventors more minded to war tend to travel here, itching for a feral to wander into the city to test their devices.

Kingswell = Human. Just what it means, that the "King's Well". This is where the human's crops are grown, with large farms being the majority of the town. In reality, this is where most humans wanting a life away from war and trade stray to, particularly those not interested in being inventors or crafters.

Ximenes = Daeva. Translates into "listening intently". Ximenes was originally made, and still is, a watch dog city for the daeva incase of a raid through water. It masquerades as a water born city, operating two harbors to the north and south, delivering trade to the seraphim, human, and neutral harbors. In this modern day, the trade has become more active then the watching, but the sentries are still alert, very aware of the danger their city would be in should a water siege ever start.

Jahzara = Neutral. Translates into "Blessed Princess". This is the town where most hybrids wanting to go back to "normal society" live in. It's a large trade town, where the half-breeds originally set up camp years ago. It was the blessed refugee back then for hybrids, and still is, as they're not looked upon very well by others. Jahzara is also known as the Crossroads, as all the roads cross through this town at one point to go to another nation, and so the hybridss live a fair life off this trade. Despite this, the buildings are still rather primitive, only the larger ones being set in stone.

Sassucus = Neutral. Translates into "Wild Man". The hybrids that still feel betrayed by the three factions so long ago stay here, living in what most would call poverty. Though to the ones staying there, it's a virtual haven the nurse their animal instincts, and to, as most there believe, reduce their chances of becoming feral. As well, it's where most ferals in the earlier stages of their feralism live at the borders of. They do trade only reluctantly at the harbor to the north, and it's minimal as it is, the hybrids preferring to live off their own resources. They live like animals in Sassucus, often having only small huts for homes, wanting to be as close to the earth as possible.

1d. Outposts / Harbors

Outlooks are basically check points for travelers, and are always stationed on the main road. They act as protection from wild ferals to travelers, and by looking at them on the map one can get a basic view of where the main roads are. Outlooks will also bring news, or send news, to the nearest town of their faction every two days, and carry back letters to the capitals from these towns every two weeks.

Harbors are much like outlooks, except with a trade and fishing aspect about them as well, where other factions can dock and do trade or for their faction to fish. The harbor for the seraphim is to the north east of Adalrich, Boaz is the humans' harbor, and the demons have an astounding three harbors. Sassucus' harbor, although officially controlled by the half-breeds, are more dominated by the humans and demons making a trade checkpoint there. It's the smallest harbor, being only a small handful of buildings and a dock. Boaz is the only harbor that has become more then just an outlook, although at the city of Xiemenes the harbors are very closely linked to the city.

1e. Bodies of Water

Kenn Ocean: Translates into "Bright Water". Kenn Ocean was named this because the aquatic life in its depths are all very colorful, shiny, and some even glow! The shellfish in here are very sought after as decoration. Kenn Ocean also extends to the north west portion of the map.

Naida Ocean: Translates into "Water Nymph". This ocean was appropriately named because of not only the nymphs that make their home in this water, but because of the various other dangers that accompany them. Sharks, leviathan, and sirens are only the tip of the iceberg. Since the danger is so profound crossing this ocean, direct trade between angel and daeva is very expensive, and in turn, very rare.

Glendower Ocean: Translates into "Valley of Water". So named because the islands and rocky formations so close to the continent make Glendower a virtual valley, that only the most skilled of sailors attempt to cross, and can do so unscathed. The daeva have managed to make route across Glendower thanks to their few water-based daeva, but refuse to share the routes with the humans, making it impossible for them to cross Glendower into daeva territory. As such the trade across this ocean is very profitable for daeva.

Kallan River: Translates into "Flowing Water". Kallan hugs the mountain range that surrounds Adalrich and the angel kingdom, and bleeds off to be very close to Jahzara. This river isn't maintained, and yet when passage through the capitals isn't possible, or to dodge fees, tradesmen and others will either travel up from Kingswell, or in rare cases scale down the mountains from Parthenia, to travel by boat to Jahzara or Boaz.

Talise Bay: Translates into "Lovely Water". Since Kenn Ocean bleeds into Talise Bay, the water sparkles and shimmers from the beautiful fish and underwater oddities that also bleed in with it. Making a breath-taking sight, the bay was appropriately named Talise, and at the tip is where the harbor city Boaz rests.

Varun Lake: A large lake that is many miles wide, Varun means "Water God". An old wives' tale once said that the Water God lived in a castle in the center of the lake, guarded by a fierce beast he kept as his pet. Of course, no one has been to the center of the lake to know what's really there, and since there seems to be constant tornadoes accompanied by sharp, jagged rocks no one has attempted to boat or fly there to see. At the very least, they haven't returned.

Nixie Lake: Translates into "Water Sprite". Although Naida Ocean bleeds into Nixie Lake, only mild creatures live here, such as the sprites. In exchange for safe sailing through the lake and river, the daeva have put together a small pact with the sprites to keep more dangerous creatures like the nymphs out of the lake. This deal doubles as training for daeva who prefer the water, such as shark daeva. The water is always rather warm, since despite the ocean feeding it the lake is very close to the volcanic region.

2. Humans

2a. Government

The humans are always ruled by a male who acts as their King. It used to be Ryan Dumont's line who ruled, but it unfortunately died out and was replaced by another man of noble birth's liner. The Berthold line now rules, the current King being Aaron Berthold.

Unlike the Dumont line, Aaron isn't interested in daeva, often just waving them off to be locked up or executed rather than testing their sanity. Aaron's main interest is making up for the humans' lack of special skills that the seraphim and daeva have. As such, he provides great funding for inventors.

Underneath the King is a parliament, and although the King is supposed to be hailed as the ultimate ruler, any King would be a fool to not listen to the desires of his parliament members lest he face a riot from raging citizens. Aaron always listens and often makes the changes the majority desires, but it's often like he's humoring them and more focused on his own agenda.

2b. Fighting

Unlike seraphim, humans don't have a great magical capacity. Unlike daeva, they have no claws or outstanding strength or speed. Many humans realize this, and a number of the inventors the humans are famous for have focused on battle.

Technology wise, they're the more advanced than either of the two factions. They use this technology to make weapons to help their cause. They invented ballistas, crafted armor for their mounts, and they themselves have heavy armor to protect them. Most human warriors don't like getting up close with ferals, as they're often stronger or faster, preferring to use long range weapons to take them down. In the few cases where they have to fight close up they have swords or other sharp weapons.

3. Daeva

3a. Monarchy

Ever since being driven from their grassland homes centuries ago the daeva have learned to live in the hot, unforgiving dark lands to the east. The land there is not only rocky, though not near as much as the seraphim’s mountain home, but also hot and humid due to volcanoes festering beneath the ground. The stone beneath them is often a dark brown or black from ash and various other elements. Due to these conditions, many daeva harbor a hate for humans and seraphim, but it must be contained.

The one who keeps tempers in check with firm rulings would be the Monarch. Male or female, it has always been someone from Xiomar's blood line. As such, it's almost an unspoken rule that the monarch must be a dragon daeva. The monarchs answer to no one, being guaranteed absolute rule.

Unfortunately, this absolutism has spread corruption in the current Monarch. Raha is a dragon daeva as black as night, having certain powers over shadows and darkness. That constant darkness has caused an insanity far different from feralism to take hold of his mind, though he hides it well. He's cruel, vicious, and pleasures in making examples of others.

3b. Combat

Most daeva prefer not to use weapons, rather relying on their own strengths. As such, most use hand to hand combat (or claw to flesh combat). Armor varies from daeva to daeva, the lighter daeva generally wear leather, relying on their speed to stay out of harms way. Those with great strength can wear plate and still move for the most part unhindered. Usually, if a daeva has a weapon it's something long range to damage an enemy if too far away.

Another form of fighting is magic. Some daeva are solely based on using their magic, such as flame daeva, beings of living fire shaped vaguely like humans. Others just have the power, such as a wolf being able to make the earth move beneath his feet. Many animal-based daeva don't have powers, though it's not extraordinarily rare for them to have them.

The last form of fighting is exclusive to animal daeva. These daeva are born as animals, and gain a human form later on in life through much practice. As such, they can switch from form to form. For example, a falcon daeva in human form, if threatened, can change forms to fly away. A lynx daeva can change to their lynx form to attack their enemy with claws.

3c. Species

Daeva can be practically of any animal species under the sun, and many not under the sun either. Other types of daeva are elemental daeva who are made of their element, and can sometimes form a more solid body. A daeva of fire would usually just be made of solid fire, but some can absorb rocks into their body to reinforce their physical strength and help protect the flames from water damage.

Animal daeva can be birds, mammals, lizards or amphibians. There are a few species of fish they can turn into as well, though they're rare. The truly rare however are mythical daeva. There are a few dragon daeva, most prominently in monarchy. At one point in time there was a recorded phoenix daeva.

4. Seraphim

4a. Council of the Righteous

Nicknamed the Adil Council, after the original seraphim who was so fair to even the daeva, the Council of the Righteous are the rulers of the seraphim. There are six key members, led by a seventh who acts as the leader, but not as the ruler of the lands.

The leader of the Adil Council however has recently passed away, and there has been debate on who should take over his spot. The one most likely for the position is Ardal, a direct descendant of Adil but lacking his finesse. He constantly tries to live up to his ancestor's image, but often tries too hard and ends up making it worse than before. He's hard on himself during these times, but his heart is in the right place. Even if one of the other members of the Council become leader, Ardal is likely to become one of the sixth members in place of him.

4b. Magic and Armor

The seraphim mostly rely on magic. Their scholars study on advancing magic for the most part, having a huge library in the capital for study. If they have weapons, they're usually enchanted with runes in order to help their magic, either acting as a channel for it to come from or just in general giving it more strength with the runes.

Their armor is generally robes, but not necessarily all the time. Both the cloth and any heavier metal is very ornate, with designs either carved or embroidered into the materials. Most don't use too much heavy metal armor however, as it impedes flying.

5. Brief Feral Description

Being feral is something that can take years to show, but at the same time can also take only minutes. It depends on the person's willpower to keep their humanity. A basic layout would be five stages.

Stage One would just be more temperamental than usual, slightly territorial and defensive. Nothing most people would look at unusually.

Stage Two is bursting into random fights of pure, carnal, rage, that will only last minutes, at the most. They become far more powerful and incredibly faster, although their sense of logic and common sense is diminished. This is when it begins to get noticeable.

Stage Three is becoming highly destructive, territorial, and in a sense primitive. They go into carnal rages often, and begin think more on instincts rather than common logic.

Stage Four is that society will no longer accept them. They've become completely instinctual, and although they can still speak it's broken and rough. By this time they live in the wild, if they escape execution.

Stage Five is when the animal completely takes over them, and they think of nothing other then food, shelter, territory and mating. They've completely lost all traces of humanity except their appearance, and cannot be reasoned with beyond being tamed like an animal.

There are, of course, the gray periods between each stage, which you can figure out on your own.

6. Other Notes & Rules

• Animal demons can shift into their forms. I.E. a wolf demon, although having a half wolf half human form, can also turn into a full wolf as well. Usually they're born as their animal forms so it's considered their "natural" form.
• Calling a daeva a demon is a slur to most of them. Calling a hybrid a half-breed is also, but not nearly as bad.
• I'm not picky about who people want to be, so if you want to be someone of higher rank (like in the Council of the Righteous) it's perfectly fine.
• Guns are allowed, provided you're either an inventor or have bought it off an inventor. Nothing over powered.

• You're not superman. We all have weaknesses. I have a weakness for ICE CREAM.
• Don't take control of other characters without permission.
• Proper grammar IS required (including punctuation and capitalization). I don't expect it to be perfect, but some effort is needed!
• No one liners. Please have at least a few sentences.
• No double posting unless you run out of room with one post. There's an edit button for a reason.
• Romance is alright but you're dealing with the aftermath of the one night stands.
• No overly intimate posts. There's a difference between romance and cybering.

If you have any questions, feel free to ask them in the thread or private message me. I will answer them to the best of my ability.

[Blazion]

Double post because of lack of space.

These are my characters, of course. You don't have to follow the same outline for your character profile. For example, if you prefer using pictures, unlike me - I like typing - then just go ahead and take the details like hair color and style out and replace it with a simple Appearance: Picture.

Backgrounds are also optional. It's always fun to find out about someone through RPing rather than just reading a profile!

Name: Dralina Blazion
Nickname: Neon
Species: Dragon Daeva.
Age: 19.
Hair Color: Blood red with black streaks.
Hair Style: Goes down to just above her buttocks, usually free, but occasionally in a ponytail. Rather smooth, but curls around the edges. Bangs down to her nose, covering up her eyes for the most part.
Eye Color: Green.
Skin Color: Pale.
Height: 5''11
Body Build: Slim, with little muscle.
Clothing: Wears a segmentata (straps of armor in the form of a chestplate tied at the front) of hardened, crimson dyed leather with silver buckles over a longsleeved black shirt. Identical "plated" crimson leather forms her shoulderpads, going down her arms to just above her elbows. Crimson leather gauntlets, with black fingerless gloves covering the rest of her hand. The leather appears once more on her legs, just beneath her knees to form leg armor over the front and strapped at the back over a pair of black leather boots. She wears a thick black long-sleeved shirt underneath the armor, looking like silk but sturdier. Thick, slightly loose black leather pants adorn her legs. Adorning her waist are two black leather belts, criss crossed over eachother to form and "x" at the front and back, with small pouches for carrying supplies. On her shoulders, over the leather shoulder pads with a silver chain at the front, is a black, thick fur cloak.
Physical Quirks: Although she looks human most of the time, she can summon black dragon wings, tail, claws, etc., in any order, or transform into an anthro dragon, or full dragon. Although her long pointed ears and fanged teeth always stay no matter what form. Has a red orb hanging from her left ear, and a scar across her face from the bottom of her left eye, across the bridge of her nose, and to her right cheek, with a smaller one on the top and bottom in parallel. (Like something with three claws slashed her face).
Weapons: Carries a small hunting knife.
Background: Not many know much about Neon, since really there's only a few things she'll disclose to people. One's that she's of very high ranking in the order system of Xerxes. Two, she's researching a cure for feralism. Three, she's searching for someone very dear to her.
Extra: Has trained rigorously in the shape shifting of her forms, being able to go from anywhere to human, to full dragon, and anywhere inbetween. Was a born a twin.

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Name: Drakonia Blazion
Nickname: Drak
Species: Dragon Daeva
Age: 19
Hair Color: Blood red, with black streaks
Hair Style: About five inches long, and naturally messy, to look as if it's spiked up, besides his bangs which fall into his eyes.
Eye Color: Golden
Skin Color: Tan
Height: 6''2
Body Build: While not body-builder muscular, is still quite toned and muscled.
Clothing: Leather, sleeveless black war shirt that's been split down the front, leaving his chest in view, with slightly loose leather black pants and belt, chains hanging from the belt. Leather spiked collar with his old war tags hanging from them, and black fingerless leather gloves with spikes on the wrists and knuckles. On each leg there is a single block of plate armor strapped to them, the rest of the plate armor appeared to be torn off.
Physical Quirks: Horns extending from his forehead one and a half feet, fanged teeth, pointed ears, long claws for fingers, a spiked black dragon tail, black dragon wings, arched feet like a cat / dragon's. Has a red orb hanging from his right ear, while his left ear is torn where the matching earring should be. Has a scar going down his face on his left side, down over his eye and down his cheek to his jaw. The eye with the scar over it is slightly dulled. Numerous faded scars along his body.
Background: Fled from the capital of demons long ago once he knew he was becoming feral, and hasn't been seen since. Before fleeing he was a very powerful warrior trained since he was young, a leader in battle if only for a few years, and a rather compassionate man. Most assume him dead now, however.
Extra: Has a twin sister, non-identical obviously, who he left behind in the capital in fear of endangering her. Can breath fire. Partially blind in his left eye. Is between stage three and four of becoming feral.

[ReaperZ]

This RP looks very well thought out and interesting! I'm in

Name: Sieg Hart
Nickname: Sieg
Species: Seraphim
Age: 27
Appearance:

Physical Quirks: Normally takes on human appearance but in his true form, his human form is covered in a bone like armor, revealing only his eyes, though he can still speak. A pair of white wings form on his back.

Weapons: Summons an astral blade, which can absorb the mana of an opponent to increase his own, same with magical objects. The blade is able to block material weapons, although it would act the same way as a normal weapon would under this circumstances, as such Sieg would require huge amounts of strength to stop melee attacks in this way and prefers to stay further away.

Background:

Sieg was born with a gift for elemental magic, and was exceptional even among the Seraphim. However, this gift came at a price as his parents were killed by a feral upon his birth. It is rumoured that their powers added to his due to their sacrifice to protect him, as the feral was unable to touch him but was instead struck dead by a sudden lightning bolt which struck the house but left Sieg unscathed.

He was taken in by the village chief, another Element Master, and underwent rigorous training as a child to control his magic. Although his magic was extremely powerful, if he ever lost control due to pain or emotional extremes, his magic could be unleashed uncontrollably and end up destroying those around him, even his loved ones. Hence he trained himself to withstand all forms of torture and trained himself to keep a rein on his emotions.

However, if his loved ones are threatened, he will do whatever it takes to protect them, even if it means using his magic at full power.

Due to the rigor of his training since his childhood, he has few friends aside from the village chief, despite having earned the title of Element Master, the highest possible 'rank' for one with his branch of magic. He has an innate distrust towards daeva, as it was because of their ferality that caused him to be orphaned at birth. However, he is generally tolerant of their existence and is indifferent towards them. Recognising that not all daeva are savages at heart, he does not fighting alongside them for a common goal.

Hearing that Ardal was looking for willing heroes to look for a possible cure to ferality, Sieg volunteered, wanting to put a permanent halt to the curse that took his parents away and spare others from his sad past.

[Blazion]

Well thank you for the compliment. I'll be starting the RP in the next few days after some more people sign up.

[kassarock]

Ooohhh I like, I like...

Name: Rolnak Ordoth

Gender: Male

Species: Bull Daeva/Human Halfbreed

Age: 30

Appearance: Rolnak is a hulking giant of a man, he stands over 6'4" and has muscles like solid iron. He has a face that looks like it was chiseled out of granite, by a very poor mason. He is certainly not attractive, the rough square jaw and the low furrowed brow are proof of this, his smile is not the prettiest of sights either. Most of his teeth are rotted away and replaced with gold or silver pointed fangs instead, the few molars that have clung to survival are yellow or black with cavities.

Rolnak has alot of body hair which he shaves on a regular basis (along with his head), not for hygine but to show off his 'art'. He has covered most of his body in black tattoo's (not to mention a few piercings), strange with a ritualistic look to them that often associates with the bull or death. Some are faded with age and scaring showing that he must have had them for a long time, yet some are fresh, showing that he still wants more.

Rolnak almost always wears armour on his legs, leather's mainly but some plate armour in actual battle offers more protection. His belt is main of iron plates, like a watch, with a central buckle. He is never seen without his steel plated boots or his talisman, the jaw bone from a bull, hanging around his neck. On his torso he only bothers to wear clothing for battle, normally he walks armour bare chested. Though now he does also wear a long brown leather coat with the sleaves torn off at the shoulders.

Physical Quirks: The main physical quirks Rolnak has are his teeth, the tattoos and the prominent piercings through the centre of his nose and his ears. He has some scars on his body, a long one runs down his left side. The only thing that makes him look bull like are the extra body hair and the nose ring, however he can change into a partial minotaur if he wishes to, though because of his half blood he finds it painful to change.

Weapons: On his belt are a long, wide knife and a one handed fighting axe. On his back a mighty broadsword, like a giant cleaver, is slung.

Background: Rolnak was born in the back streets of Jahzara, his family were better off than those on Sassucus, but not my that much. The small wooden house had only two rooms for seven people, life was tough, but you survived. Rolnak had been a weedy and stunted child, bullied by his brothers and their friends. All that time, he was beaten and the hate welled up inside of him like a fire, intense and burning anyone it touched. It got too much for him one day, before they came to knock him around a bit he found a broken fence post. He had been waiting for them, and one some child was able to beat four of his elders to a bloody pulp.

From that day on it was like he was a different person, he didn't care about people, he became to bully he had despised, and with age he got bigger and stronger and mighty. On his fifteenth birthday he was over 6ft tall and stronger than a frown man. By the time he was eighteen the was stronger than three grown men, no one would fight him and his rages with still legendary. No one knew if he was feral or not, he was such and angry person anyway, there was no way to tell. One day he got into a serious fight against a trader who had the mistake of ripping him off. Rolnak broke his neck and crushed him like a twig. he was run out of town and was left penniless in an Outpost.

It was there he got into another fight, this one seen by a captain of Raha's guard of enforcers to keep fear and respect for the monarchy. He was taken and spent the next three years of his life being transformed to a brawler and fighter into a feared warrior. From there he had become a feared man in Xerxes, known by the general public for being brutal and harsh. He does not work with the guard much any more, mainly maintaining a level of fear to keep citizens in line.

Extra: The tattoos are a sign of Rolnaks superstious beliefs, he has been accumilating them since around he was sixteen. They are to ward off bad luck and protect him from harm and death. Rolnak is afraid of only one thing, magic, he has a deep distrust of it and is also bitter yet respectful to a mage. As said before, no one knows whether or no he is feral, or whther he is just as brutal as he has always been.

Is this O.K????

[Blazion]

Perfectly fine. Infact I like it, I like it alot. :3 Looking forward to playing with you.

[TheQuietDeadlyOne]

Name: Murtagh Liamun
Nickname: Ghost
Species: Human
Age: Twenty.
Hair Color: Chestnut brown.
Hair Style: His hair frames his face on both sides, falling about halfway down his face, and only a quarter of the way down the back of his neck.
Eye Color: Grey.
Skin Color: Pale White.
Height: Six feet tall exactly.
Body Build: Toned, but not ripped, an athletes body.
Clothing: He normally is seen wearing black thick leather armor, with padded boots, and thin gloves. On his forearms he wears gauntlets made of pure silver, this is the only strong protection he wears. Over his outfit he wears a worn black traveling cloak with a large hood.
Physical Quirks: He's very nimble, and agile. He can preform flips, and climb buildings without breaking a sweat. He often travels cities by leaping rooftop to rooftop. He's not overly strong, but he's stronger than your average man, and where he lacks in strength, he more than makes up for it with finesse, and skill.
Weapons: A single steel longsword, a steel combat dagger, and an Ash longbow.
Background: Nobody really knows much about Murtagh's past, and he really doesn't feel like sharing. The most he tells people when they ask about his past, is that his father was ill, and that his mother was murdered. After that, he left home and learned how to fight.
Extra: He has personal reasons for wanting to find a cure for the Feral condition. Though he wont express these reasons to anybody.
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I just posted this rough draft so that you know that I'm still interested. I'll complete it, and make it more detailed when I wake up.

[Mr Jesus Pants]

Name: Damian

Nickname: Inapplicable

Species: Dragon Daeva

Age: 167

Appearance:
Dragon: A gargantuan among his kind. Damian’s scales shift colours with the changing of his mood, but usually his scales are a blood red, the edges hinted with black and his talons, the sharp horns protruding from the back of his neck and nape of his back, and webbing within his wings are snow white. The contrast between the deepness of the red and starkness of the white is enchanting and many ballads have been sung speaking of the dragon’s great beauty and ferocity. His eyes are clear grey and entrancing.

Human: Tall and strong build, not stocky but slender and toned, like that of a swordsman. His grey eyes and beatific features are framed by glossy black locks, his hair falling just below his ears and brushing his shoulders. The many years of his life have slightly touched his features but give an impression of a man reaching his early thirties or late twenties.

Physical quirks: Damian is able to use any of his dragon traits while in human form, except the breathing of fire, and this includes heightened sense, speed, agility and strength. His size in pure form keeps him from suffering defeats to his enemies for he is able to overwhelm them with sheer strength and brute force, but when required he can rely on his finesse from his years spent as a swordsman.

Background: Damian is an elder of the dragon daeva but in his later years he had been shunned by his peers, accused of treachery and debauchery. The group then deemed him nameless and removed the memories of his past, leaving all his skills and short term memories intact but the rest was lost to him. Damian fled the city walls, attempting to relieve himself of the savage anger he flew east towards the forest bordering Nixie lake, finding the hated daeva there he attacked there encampments and dwellings, attempting to lay waste to their livelihoods. He did not succeed for soon after his attack he realised what he was doing and threw down his arms, fleeing the scene and disappearing south. Currently he lives on the eastern edge of the isle where Sassucus is located, brooding his hatred of his previous friends and planning a method in which he can enact vengeance.

[Blazion]

Yep, being a dragon daeva is perfectly acceptable. They're my favorites.

As for your question about age, I was figuring to keep people from being over 9000 the oldest a seraphim or daeva has lived was to about 200, though many live the age span of humans.

[Adjectives]

*Shits self before the massive wall of text*
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