Name: Octavius of Chalcion Gender: Male Race: Chalcionese(Westvarlder in origin) Age: 25 Outward appearance: 6'4" high and weighing around 220 lbs. Octavius has long, but muscular limbs and broad shoulders, making his frame a powerful one. He has long black hair and light blue eyes. He has a small beard as well. Personality: Octavius is firm and forceful in his approach to problems and commonly words things with certainty and confidence. He is courageous and defiant of those who dare oppress him and will fight until his last breath to save his highly-valued freedom. He has high self-esteem and tends to care about what he looks like in public on occasions that don't involve combat. Octavius is extroverted and despises spending time alone, and will always seek to converse with someone nearby to gather any information for a cause of his. He generally believes he is right and has an immense stubbornness about admitting his flaws, mostly due to pride and his reckless nature. Despite these negative qualities, Octavius is a devoted, loving friend who would gladly take an arrow to the heart for those he holds dear. He is also very generous, has a forgiving nature and is strongly optimistic, refusing to fall into despair, regardless of the situation at hand. Biography: Octavius was born in Isvarld, on August 7th, 4975. Very early in his life, tragedy seeped in, as the Hadrianites laid waste to the Westvarlder villages, after Baldric signed the peace treaty with Hadrian VI. As the Hadrianites attacked, Octavius' mother grabbed her son and put him into a wicker basket, and then, sent him down the Burgen river, before her life, like her husband's, was taken by an 18-year-old Hadrian VII. Octavius drifted along the river and went into the oceans that divided Chalcion and Isvarld. By pure chance, Octavius was discovered by a Chalcionese fishing party who were heading out to catch crab. When they returned to port Canonfire, king Akakios was making a regular visit to the hold to see how things were going. He attended the docking of the ship and noticed that the fishermen discovered a baby boy. Akakios' wife, Queen Cloelia, failed to give a successful birth twice prior to this, so the king felt urged to help the baby, but not without asking the captain if any of the men is able to raise the child. The sailors were unable to do so, because they were either too poor, or had enough children. Moved, Akakios adopted the baby and gave him the name Octavius. Five years later, Cloelia successfully gave birth to a baby boy that was meant to be the future king of Chalcion - Alexander. As Octavius and Alexander grew, they never had an air of jealousy about heirloom between them and loved each other like true brothers. Both would grow up to be fully trained for the army and become skilled warriors. On the day of the attack on Chalcivitas, on September 13th, 4999, Alexander was captured by the Hadrianites and the Chalcionese general was dead, and the Hadrianites were too strong in numbers to take on. Akakios had no choice but to give his sword to Octavius and entrust him with leadership over the troops of Chalcion. Octavius fled Chalcivitas with around 2000 knights, and watched as his hometown was taken by the Hadrianites. Over the course of the year, Octavius made sure to keep all the other holds and villages safe of the Hadrianites, and now come the months of the final operations to free Chalcion. What is to come - he does not know. Equipment: When riding, Octavius wears strong leather clothing complete with a green cape to minimize weight. However, when fighting on foot, he can be seen wearing full steel plate armor. He prefers not to wear a helmet. His main weapon of combat is a longsword, while he always carries a dagger strapped to his waist. On other occasions he carries a double-bladed, two-hand battleaxe. He also uses a longbow on more silent attacks & solo missions. Skills: Octavius is a master swordsman and a very skilled wielder of two-handed hacking and bashing weapons. He is also a great archer, and fairly skilled at using siege weaponry. Other: Octavius often enjoys drinking ale, but hardly eats a lot of meat or sweets for that matter. Years of physical training taught him that it is better to stay strong without such foods.

Name: Marius (Drawn by Black Death himself!) Gender: Male Race: Chalcionese Age: 32 Personality: Marius is an incredibly brave and courageous warrior. He is also very cautious as well as peaceful, sociable, incapable of jealousy, quite openly humorous and easy-going, but yet considerate and aware of other people's needs. Biography: Marius was born from a rich and noble family in Chalcidivia. His family managed to afford military training when he was at a young age, serving the mighty King Akakios. He was a very good soldier and was great a fighting with a whole variety of weapons. It was in there that he would meet Octavius and Prince Alexander, whom he befriended. His friendship with Octavius was selfless, as he wasn't bothered when Akakios named him the general of his army, whom he gladly accepted the title. He had then served his king well and made several successful campaigns. Equipment: Marius’s suit armor is made of iron and usually carries a fancy spear, a backup sword, and a dagger. He does occasionally carry a bow or more preferably a crossbow. Skills: Marius is a powerful warrior and an expert on many weapons, including; Swords, Longswords, spears, daggers, bows, crossbows, etc. Other: His family includes a wife and a son. He weighs 200 Ibs and is 6’2”. His hair color is also light brown and his eyes are a hazel brown.

Name: Rozalia Casador Gender: Female Race: Hadrianite, although masquerading as a Chalcionese. Age: 24 Outward appearance: Measuring at 5’5, Roze’s figure is slim, curvy, and not much in the way of muscle – that the eye can see, that is; she’s still got plenty of strength. Her face is younger than her years, being heart-shaped, with bright sapphire-like eyes, dimples, and delicate features, and even, mostly unmarred skin. Atop her comely face is an abundance of ebony black curls, reaching about her mid-back when she hasn't tied them up out of the way. Although slightly impractical in her line of work, she can’t bring herself to cutting it short. Any scars she has retained through past battles have been on her body; most minor, but the biggest and most notable is a long, pale knife mark stretching from the base of her back, and curving around her body till it hits her mid-stomach on the left side. Personality: Despite her somewhat dark background and hidden past, Rozalia tends to stay chipper in the line of fire. Retaining her humour, her optimism, and her wit, even in some of the darkest situations, it takes a damn lot to make her lose hope – because she is stubborn, determined, and will not go down without a fight. Not only that, but she keeps those that are dear to her safe. After the death of her entire family, she has become adamant that nothing like that would ever happen again. Almost obsessive when it comes to keeping others safe, she’ll willingly throw herself into danger to prevent others getting harmed. Although this can be a definite weakness in the eyes of her enemies, she’s quite happy retaining this way of thinking. When not caught in a dire situation, she attempts to keep some form of professionalism among her betters - not that that works all the time. Speaking her mind is something common for her – a regrettable trait kept from when she was just young, not that she particularly cares. However, she is a pleasant companion to have. When not about her past, she tends to speak the truth, be it softly or harshly. It really depends on who she’s talking to. Biography: Rozalia was born as Lady Rosálie of the Jagaré family - one of seven children; the middle child, the youngest daughter. Kept safe within the empire of the Hadrianites, her family were rich, sheltered, and in good with the reigning family. In fact, Rosálie practically grew up in the palaces of the reigning family, being Hadrian VII's promised bride in the future. Things looked to be alright, for when she was young, she did not see the darkness surrounding that family, and was happy to be betrothed to a handsome man (despite the nearly 20 year age gap). However, things turned sour rather quickly for young Rosa. As she grew, so did her knowledge of Hadrian's exploits - and she swiftly discovered traits within him that were fairly despicable and not all preferable for a future husband. Despite her pleadings, her parents kept the arranged marriage going for a good few years, up until she had reached 14 – at the point he had finished his conquering of Umeacha, and had turned his gaze to other lands; Chalcion. By this point, even Rosa’s family were unsure of what sort of monster that they had affiliated themselves with, and broke off the marriage contract. Despite the fact that Rosa had obviously gone off the idea of being with him, Hadrian himself was still infatuated with her, and was enraged at the fact their marriage had been abandoned; for she was a most beautiful maiden, and he wanted her. Almost as much as his empire. To try and bring her back to him, willingly or not, he had her entire family slaughtered as traitors to the empire. Although horrified at the atrocity that he previously beloved had committed, she had been expecting something like this for a while; for years, she had privately honed her fighting skills. Unbecoming of a Lady, let alone a woman, but she was able to get the teachings she needed. She was able to escape Hadrian’s guards, and flee the country in a mere fishing boat. Once arriving at Chalcion, she continued her training with the money she had smuggled over with her. Eventually, the news of her family’ slaughter became old, and was no longer talked about. Hadrian had bigger things to worry about, so attempts at finding her were abandoned in the first year of her escape. Lady Rosálie Jagaré was forgotten, and Rozalia Casador was born. As soon as Hadrian took Chalcion, she joined the ranks of Octavian, hoping to find her revenge, and return the homes of Hadrian’s victims back to them. Equipment: The standard leather armour of Octavian's army, although she's added a few small embellishments of her own. An extra strip of cloth here, something shortened there - just enough to not be obvious, but to make the armour her own. However, her weapons are far from normal; a sword and two matching daggers, both borne of the same mystical fires that exist in the furthest reaches of the lands. At least, that's what she truly believes - they are fairly unique. A stunning set of weapons, the blades and sharp, never needing to be tended to or sharpened, and the hilts are of a stunning gold colour; as strong as lead, but as light as feathers with the blades. Set into the hilt of the sword and each dagger is a gemstone. It sparkles almost unnaturally, so it is unsure of what gem it is, and where the weapons came from. All Roze knows is that she found them in a pirate's cove during one of her more rigorous training sessions, and they were supposedly able to kill anything; be it Elf or dragon. However, all she has killed is human, so she can't really put that to the test. Other than this, she has the standard bow and arrows kept with most soldiers, and various other steel daggers hidden about herself. In terms of personal items, she has nothing. She didn't want to risk anyone knowing who she was. Skills: Is an all-round badass in terms of combat. Taking part in a grueling training since the age of 15, she's honed her skills with the blade and hand to hand. Although some way gain the upper hand over her, she has the tactical mind of a strategist to win a fight, no matter how big or strong the opponent. She is also a keen diplomat, retained from her years as a Lady, probably. She manages to keep a cool head in most situations, managing to think of the more rational solution to a problem, as opposed to killing first, asking questions later. Other: Enjoys singing in her spare – and alone – time; quite the lovely voice, but certainly not interested in sharing it with the world. She also has frequent nightmares, so either doesn't have much sleep, or just has more than a few drinks before laying down to sleep.

Name: Bors (Artwork by @Black Death himself.) Gender: Male Race: Chalcionese Age: 44 years old Outward appearance: 5'11" and weighs around 210lbs. Bors is a heavily built man in terms of both muscle and heft. Short dark hair and a thick stumble. Rounded face with small brown eyes. Personality: Hard headed and stubborn, Bors is not an easy man to sway, but he is loyal and will go neck deep into the thickest of things without question. He has a large ego and isn't afraid to boast. He is also a heavy drinker. Biography: Bors was born and raised on a farm where he learned how to take care of animals of all kinds. This passion would grow and eventually he became known for taming and controlling wild beasts and nursing animals on the brink of death back to life. He is also a hunter and enjoys going on hunts to battle toughest of creatures. He'll eventually become a soldier for the Chalcidivian army and serves as their lead animal handler. Equipment: He typically carries a broad sword and a battle axe. Bows are also a weapon of choice due to him being an excellent hunter and he usually has a small knife or two. He uses standard Chalcion army armor and uses a fairly light cloak. Skills: Bors is a highly capable warrior and knows how to use a variety of different weapons on the battle field. He likes to be prepared and has been known to carry more than needed with him into battle. At times Bors uses unique fighting styles and his own form of combat, using every part of his body from his head to his knees.

Name: Emperor Hadrian VII (Artwork by @Black Death himself.) Gender: Male Race: Hadrianite Age: 43 years old Outward appearance: Standing at 6'8" and weighing around 265lbs, Hadrian is a large sized man. He has lengthy well-done black hair, a black moustache, dark set blue eyes, thin eyebrows and a small, rounded nose. Personality: Hadrian is intelligent and sly, and has a way with people and lands - all should kneel before him in respect without the slightest objection. His pride and drive for dominance, as well as his open expression of emotion, naturally leads to outright aggression when he is challenged - he is ill-tempered and though he loves competition, he hates to lose. He is very condescending to those that he looks down upon and takes pleasure in the pain, misfortune, or humiliation of people he is not on good terms with. This is because it brings him pleasure to feel superior to others. He blames others for his own mistakes, often to the point of lying to save face. He demands massive respect from others, and will hold grudges against those that he considers his rivals. He has an immense stubbornness about admitting his flaws, unless doing so would make him look better than others. Biography: Emperor Hadrian VII was born on April 1st, 4957., and is obviously seventh in line in the great dynasty of the Hadrianites. He learned the ways of his tyrannical father, Hadrian VI, and trained to become a powerful warrior. Due to his above-average height, he learned to wield the heaviest weapons. Following his father's politics he continued in his tyrannical steps, completely conquering Imbuso Uvivi after his death, and conquering Isvarld, eradicating the Westvarldians, one of two races men of Isvarld, except for Octavius whom escaped the murder of his people. Equipment: Hadrian VII wields a long sword in which he uses with but a single hand. He is able to use the long sword as one would use an arming sword due to his great size and strength. He also has a magical mace/flail of sorts, capable of entering two distinct forms. The first and most common form of the weapon is of a massive flail. While the other is a large mace. The emperor wears black plated knightly armor with the letter 'H' written on the cuirass. It has a long flowing dark cape attached to the pauldrons. Skills: Emperor Hadrian is an extremely skilled individual in nearly all forms of warfare. From both combat and strategy planning. He is a powerful man and knows how to use and wield nearly every type of weapon that he gets his hands on due to early training from his father. He generally prefers heavier weapons because he can use them just as well as he could a smaller weapon, but due to their great size and power they generally do a lot more impact and damage with a single strike or hit. In terms of strategy planning his feats alone describe his knowledge on such tactics. He finished what his father by completely conquering Imbuso Uvivi and then went ahead and conquered Isvarld. A capable magic user, Emperor Hadrian uses a few different schools of magic. Destruction is probably his most used school as magic as its his main form of long-range combat. He uses a variety of different spells from fire, shock, and frost. He also is a capable conjuration user as well, knowing a little bit of necromancy and able to conjure up ghostly figures to serve him. Like most decent magic knowers he also knows a few restoration spells and he even knows alteration with his most used illusion spell being levitation and telekinesis.

Name: Sotiris the Cuirassier (Artwork by @Black Death himself.) Gender: Male Race: Great Dragon Age: 200 years old. Outward appearance: 200' long with a 350' wingspan, and weighing in at 360 tons, Sotiris is a massive creature. He has large wings and a long neck and tail. Covered in small spikes from head-to-tail. His head is decorated in beautiful horns while his tail ends in a bony club. Sotiris is a silver colour with a slight blue tint. Personality: Kind and loving, Sotiris the dragon is a peaceful dragon. He currently has a burning hatred to those who walked over his generosity and murdered his kin. He seeks revenge to those who betrayed his trust. Skills: A capable fighter, Sotiris uses his entire body as a living weapon. Claws, teeth, jaws, horns, tail, etc. are all used. He can also spew out a potent blue flame that originates from within. The fire is potent enough that it can crisp a man in seconds and his wings can blow away the largest of beasts with ease. Sotiris being a dragon was born with natural magical abilities. He use a variety of different forms of magic, but he generally only showcases his healing and regenerative powers. Biography: Born a few hundreds years ago, Sotiris is still considered a young dragon. He and his kind used to fly the skies and bring peace to the lands of Ortu, but their generosity was destroyed and the Great Dragons were killed off by the wicked Hadrian VI and his son Hadrian VII. Sotiris was the only survivor of his race for he pleaded for his life and thankfully it was given. Locked away for the rest of his life, imprisoned in the depths of mount Jorl, Sotiris can only dream of the light of day and only his need for revenge allows him to keep moving on.

Name: Mauros the Incinerator (Artwork by @Black Death himself.) Gender: Male Species: Great Wyvern Age: 180 years old Outward Appearance: 175' long from head-to-tail, 40' tall when in a walking position, nearly 80' high when rearing up on his back legs, has a 400' wingspan, and weighs 420 tons. Mauros has a giant head, large neck, and massive thick teeth that resemble those of a crocodile; covered in near impenetrable scales; upper back side covered in osteoderms and large, thick scutes; monstrous sized wings, heavily muscled legs and large feet; long, thick tail. Skills: With a giant head, large neck and massive thick teeth, Mauros has an incredibly powerful bite. Able to crush the vertebrae of nearly any foe that so happens to have his jaws around their neck. He also has a very thick skull and would use it for head-butting and ramming. He is also incredibly muscular and bulky and isn't afraid to throw his weight around when the opportunity to do so. He has a very powerful tail and acts similar to a massive club. The sharp scutes also help in dealing even more damage. He evens uses his talons to deal damage while in the air, but these aren't extremely useful since they are rather small. Mauros' most powerful attacks however come from his ability to spew out hot flames. He has two main fires: a regular orange flame and one that Hadrian calls Black Fire. Black Fire is a unique flame which acts like akin to the strongest stomach acids. Able to melt metal, stone, and nearly anything it touches. However, this powerful flame has a draw back. With each use the inner linings of Mauros' insides become weaker and weaker, and would need recovery and rest to re-use. If not, Mauros' Black Fire could end up eating through his torso. Biography: Mauros, the greatest of the Great Wyverns. He was captured, tamed and trained by Hadrian the first and since then this massive wyvern has been the weapon of mass destruction for all Hadrian's forward. He is currently owned by Hadrian the VII and was used to help him conquer nearly all of Ortu. Mauros has had a giant impact during Hadrian the VI and VII campaigns as he was the Hadrianites weapon against the Great Dragons. Cities were burnt and turned to rumble from the ooze of this grand reptile. With him by Hadrian's side, Ortu would never feel safe...

Name: Alkeides (Alkeides and his shape-shifted form.) Gender: Male Race: Hadrianite Age: 42 years old Outward appearance: Portrayed by Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson, Alkeides is a tall, muscled man and considered handsome by many. Alkeides is tanned deeply and wears semi-long hair and has some decent facial hair. He stands 6'5" tall and weighs a hefty 260lbs of pure muscle. Personality: As a soldier Alkeides was strict and stern. He had an ill temper and was easily angered. He didn't not like to be ordered around by anyone of lower rank and hated to be ignored. He wasn't afraid to get into fist fights with fellow soldiers to get his point across. Though with all these negative qualities he was ultimately honest, loyal, and dependable, and truth worthy. Nowadays however Alkeides could be considered a loner, a hermit who prefers to be alone, away from any sort of or conflict. More of his good qualities are present as well compared to when he was younger. Equipment: He wears simple light armor, made from pelts, furs, leathers and hides from numerous game animals, but he does occasionally wear some form of armor over his chest region. His preferred weapon of choice is a heavy hand constructed club fitted with the canine teeth of a Kaplan, but he does use a bow while out hunting and other bladed weapons while in war-like scenarios. Skills: Alkeides is a master of nearly all forms of war, from combat to physiological, and planning to defending. He knows how to wield bladed weapons of all shapes and sizes from great swords to daggers, Axes, maces, and clubs of all types to spears, pole arms shields and nearly all long range weapons like bows and crossbows to even blowguns. He also has decent knowledge on war vehicles and artillery as well. His hand-to-hand combat is second to known and his reaction speed is surprisingly quick. He is well versed in close quarter combat and long range warfare, and recently he has learned to take on the skills of an assassin. Using all his senses and his magical abilities to the next level. Alkeides knows a wide range of self taught magical powers. He typically only uses his magic to help enhance himself and rarely does he use it for offensive usage. The main schools of magic that Alkeides knows are: restoration, alteration, illusion, minor destruction and even minor conjuration (shape-shifting). Biography: Born and raised in Hadrian's Archipelago, Alkeides grew up on a farm where he was raised by two foster parents who found the young boy living by himself in the nearby woods. He hunted, gathered, clothed, and even constructed shelters all by himself. No one is quite sure as to where his real parents were or how'd he end up living on his own, but one thing is for certain was that Alkeides was gifted. He had taught himself a variety of different magical abilities from restoration to even minor conjuration, and he was highly intelligent for his age. Living on a farm helped Alkeides build up muscle mass and numerous other life lessons. Eventually he came of age and had to join the military like all boys his age. Here is where Alkeides became the man he is today in terms of combat and war tactics. The Hadrianite training is second-to-none and these were some of the best soldiers that walk the face of the Earth. They have strictest training and the most brutal. Deaths are not uncommon here and only the best survive and become soldiers. Alkeides finished his training early and was put onto the front lines right away. He was unique amongst the other soldiers due to his rather unorthodox ways due to him living by himself in the woods for the majority of his young life. Eventually he would become the youngest General and would lead many successful campaigns. For ten years Heracles was on active duty and it was at the age of thirty two that finally a revelation hit him. Alkeides was given word to command a small group of soldiers to attack a thought abandoned fortress somewhere within Chalcidivus. As the men arrived to the location they realized that the Chalcidivians have been expecting them. Alkeides and his men fell straight into a trap and were killed off by rather quickly as they were outnumbered. During the struggle Heracles was stabbed in the torso by a spear user, but this was not enough to take the man down. However, another spear wielder arrived and stabbed Alkeides in the back. Making the general fall to his knees in pain and agony. Alkeides eyed the two spearmen and told them to end his life, to give him an honourable death, but his request was denied and he was left to die. Alkeides survived and crawled away into a nearby forest to heal and soon realized that he was sent to his death. He was unsure as to why, but he cared little for the reasoning. Alkeides decided not to return to Hadrian's Archipelago, but to instead to live out his life alone, away from the outside world. He had been living this carefree life for nearly ten years now, doing out jobs here and there from being a farm hand to assassinations missions and mercenary work.

Name: Eric Williams; The Huntsman Werewolf Form- Gender: Male Race: Chalcionese Age: 31 years old Outward appearance: Portrayed by Chris Hemsworth, Eric is a tall and well built man, standing at a height of 6'3" and weighing 220lbs. He has lengthy, messy hair that falls downwards onto the back of his head and neck. Generally keeps a short stumble. Small nose with small eyes, light eyebrows, and large ears. Personality: Eric was once a married man and lived a happy life for the most part. He was even enrolled in the army for a time being where he learned morals and discipline. He is brave, courageous, and isn't afraid to go into the thickest of things. But after the death of his wife Sara and child, Eric had gone into isolation. Leaving the army and his common life behind to live alone in a cabin he constructed by himself in the woods near a secluded lake. He can be considered a hermit, a loner of sorts, rarely going into contact with others. Equipment: He generally wears light armor made out of leather and flexible fabrics. He typically likes to carry twin tomahawks on his lower back, a few small throwing knives on his side or his front, a large knife-like dagger, and a two handed battle axe. Skills: Due to his military history, Eric Williams is a very capable warrior. Able to use both light and heavy weaponry with ease. He is also skilled with the bow and can hit a target at some extreme ranges, but generally prefers throwing weapons over the bow. Biography: Eric Williams, an ex-soldier turned full-time huntsman, had a typical upbringing. All the men in his family have been active military and he followed in their footsteps. However his time in the military was cut short as during the night while on campaign his squadron was attacked, but not by the enemy... a creature was the culprit of the brutal assault. Moving like the wind, blending into the shadows, the beast was able to slaughter the entire group of trained soldiers with ease. Killing all of them except for one... Eric. He was left badly injured, but was able to escape. Unknowing to him that this ordeal will end up changing his life forever. Eric Williams was given the option to leave the army due to the traumatizing event and was sent home to recover and to be with his family. A month would go by and Eric was doing fine, but he began to notice changes in himself. His eyesight became sharper, his hearing clearer, and his sense of smell also changed. He noticed he had more stamina, could could faster, longer, could jump higher and farther, his reflexes became a lot better as well and he became stronger too. Something was happening to Eric and he had no idea what, but soon enough his questions shall be answered... One night, at around 8:00PM Eric was out cutting some firewood, the clouds covering the moon and the only light source was a small lantern that he had placed on a nearby log. As the winds shift, the clouds pass over the moon, exposing its light. This moon was no ordinary, it was a fullmoon. Legends say that during the light of the fullmoon, men transform into feral beasts, forgetting their selves in the process. Eric is just about to undergo such a transformation, for the creature that murdered his squadron and left him to die a month ago was... a Werewolf. As the light touched the surface of Eric's body his back popped backwards, sending the man down onto his knees. His hands gripped the earth, his fingers digging into the soil as his entire body began to turn into a beast. His legs and arms stretched, his fingers elongating, his jaw and face morphing into that of an animal. He would put on muscle as his clothing ripped from his body like shredded paper. Claws and teeth followed suit along with a thick coat of fur and hair. In less than a minute Eric was no longer a man, but a feral animal... a wild beast. Eric whom was no fully transformed rose from the ground and shot his head upwards, releasing a blood curdling howl at the direction of the moon. The howl would alert his wife whom was within the home. Fearing for her husband, Sara would rush outside to warn him, but to her horror what stood in front of her was no longer the man she once knew... no, what stood in front of her was an animal, an animal that was out for blood, carnage, and death. As she backed away slowly, the creature in front of her would approach shortly, its footsteps thumping with each step. She would quickly turn around and tried to return to the home, but she tripped and fell. She quickly rolled onto her back and in a second the beast was on top of her, breathing against her face. As she stared into the beast's eyes a tear would roll down the side of her face as she would mumbled out the name 'Eric' and soon after that a long, deathly scream echoed through the surrounding wood as the creature ripped her stomach and chest open with his claws. The Werewolf would stand up, blood dripping from his claws. He sniffed the air, trying to catch the scent of another victim. One was located and it was close... extremely close. The animal would walk towards the entrance of the home and ripped the hinges off the door and made its way inside. It moved silently, listening to what seemed to be whimpering. As it moved down the hall the faint sound of someone crying can be heard. This quickly triggered a predatory response from the Werewolf as it rushed towards the sound. It slowly peaked its head inside a room and what it saw was this: a little girl, shaking in a corner, holding her beloved stuffed animal. Her head dow against her knees as she called out for her mother and father. The beast would enter the room slowly, breathing heavily and would soon stop in front of her. The child's crying got louder and louder, basically screaming for her mother or father, but they would not answer. Only the sound of the creature's breathing was heard to her. The animal would raise its right arm, extended its finger tips and... silence. The crying had stopped, the girl no longer making a sound. The beast had murdered her and gave no second thought of it. Blood stained the nearby window and the creature watched as it dripped down the panes. It looked at its reflection and could see the moon above him. He leaped against the window, breaking it and started to run. It ran into the nearby woods, running for hours on end until finally stopping on a rocky hill. As it stood on the hill, it looked up and gave another howl into the sky. A new beast had been created this evening and with it no-one was safe. No-one.

Name: The Last Dodgalt (Artwork by @Black Death himself.) Gender: Female Age: Unknown Species: Dodgalt Outward appearance: 9' tall and 4 tons in weight; large head covered in pointy horns; bulky size; long legs; quills on lower back and rump; hump on back Biography: The last remaining Dodgalt, she lives in and around the slopes of Jorl. Known to terrorize the people of Isvarld frequently, she is a legend amongst the people that live here. No one who ever ventured on the slopes of Jorl ever returned alive thanks to this monstrous behemoth. One who dares venture here be warned, for the likelihood of you ever coming back is nil.