Shadar Ubu for the user allows the user to harness Shadow like forms, becoming a shadow themselves or "Mimicing" the form. Inheriting all of the Ogako bloodline power, being the last of her blood line, Miharu has access to both her Highest Shadow Form, and Lowest, both being strong, but lowest is used for more practicality and combat. Her in her Lowest Form, her body is shaded with blackness, her eyes turn from her gold eyes and red irises to pure white circles. Her body retains a humanoid form but a cloak like shadow grasps her body and makes her appear legless and a single slender body. Besides her change in appearance, in her lowest form, she is able to disappear into the darkness around her, travel on the ground as a shadow would, she retains her speech and able to talk to people around her, but it becomes more of an echo and a harmonized voice, even when she yells. She is also able to revert between her physical body and her shadow body, meaning she is able to use her shadow body partially while still in physical form, forming lance like shadow weapons, or shields. Granted while she can do this, she is unable to use her strongest form.

In her Highest Shadow Form, her powers are amplified exponentially, BUT she is stuck in that form for the remainder of the use of her power, she is unable to use her lowest form at all until the sunrise of the next day appears. If she uses her highest form, she retains all of her lowest form abilities, but there is a catch. She is unable to communicate to people around her, nor can she touch living organisms. However, she is able to teleport from shadow to shadow within a 50 meter radius. She also can not directly attack, this form is purely for travel, use in combat is almost useless.

A very rare form of magic that is only available to his bloodline, allowing him the ability to detect all manners of vibrations and manipulate them to varying degrees. When he was in his prime, his control over such a magic was renown to all of the Draconis Race. There was almost nothing he couldn't perform with this magic, from near instantaneous long-range teleportation by opening two points in the space around him and pushing his body through, to even causing the space around him to slow down to an absolute halt as though he was stopping the very trickle of time itself.

However, in his present state after he had been forced down onto Edolas, he's noticed that his internal reservoir of Magnis had greatly diminished due to the injuries taken, which also in-turn affects his ability to utilize this skill. While he still isn't someone to be laughed at or taken lightly, his power is nowhere close to comparison to what it had been before.


Not much of a conversationalist and greatly disliking the presence of others, Yuuya is the type that tends to simply stick to himself and set out to complete tasks all on his own. Maybe it was a mix of pride and confidence in his own abilities, he doesn't really know, but from his own experience, it was a certainty that he can only depend on a very select few in this world. One bad impression can put a grudge between Yuuya and another person, and such a stigma wouldn't wear off easily either. There have been times he would even ignore the person he considered his 'only friend' for days on-end because she had done or said something careless that annoyed him past a point.

It wasn't that he really wanted to keep things like that, it was that his memory wouldn't allow him. Being able to recall almost any instance in the past wasn't always as useful as such a skill sounded. It meant that he wouldn't be able to easily overlook bad things he'd experience, not that he liked to make repeated mistakes anyway, but not having any freedom from all the past memories had always put a noticeable coldness to his personality.

There isn't much redeeming about this harsh-tongued individual, and even hearing him utter a compliment was seldom and rare. Though that also meant that he would not stop at something until he felt satisfied with it. If he sees something wrong, he wouldn't hesitate to speak out his thoughts or act upon his will. There was really no point in with such a useless pause. If there was a problem, he'd set out to fix it, simple as that.

Race: Carcharodon Xanara (Great White Shark)
Name/Moniker: Sylvia Arturius

Physical Description:

Magical Abilities:

Partial Transformation: In the water, she 'flips her tail', which is long, dark and powerful; the transition between human skin to fish tail almost indistinguishable. Clear lens appear to cover her eyes underwater and gills form along the black lines on her neck. Her jaw expands, allowing for more than one row of teeth to form. Her senses are extremely heightened in this state and she truly becomes the king of the sea.

Physical Magic: Years of practice has given Sylvia the ability to effectively fight on land. She's agile, has a strong sense of smell and can pack quite a punch by using her magic to aid her physical strengths.

Water Magic: Although ægirsfólk typically use physical-type magic, Sylvia has a rare form of magic that runs through her mother's bloodline that will eventually allow her to control water. However, she does not know she has the power to do so. Whether she uses the water's powers to protect or to destroy in the future lies in question.


Quirks/Personality:

Despite being a predator, Sylvia is an amiable person who keeps her feelings locked away. She speaks and laughs freely, and is known to be brutally honest and ever-enduring. She does not complain, or whine, or wish for a better life and chooses to look at the present. However, Sylvia does not form attachments easily. To those who manage to worm their way inside her heart, expect lots of shy love.

Sylvia has always longed to escape her body. She doesn't particularly enjoy being part-shark. In fact, she harbors 'romantic' ideals of ripping away her blades and running away to the warmer waters. At her core she is a ponderous creature, always locked in an almost trance-like state of thought. Some would call her a daydreamer from first glance, but a closer look would reveal that there is much more than just recipes and imaginative folly going on up there. To call her 'klutzy' would be completely wrong as she is actually quite intelligent and aware.

Backstory:

Sylvia's parents both come from a pure-blood line of sharks. It is even rumored that her father's line, the Arturius, had evolved from the megaladons. Long story short - the Arturius are known as the 'royalty of the Northern seas' and they control a small nation state to the North. Despite being small and very inclusive; every man, woman, child and elderly are deadly fighters.

Like everyone else, Sylvia was born and raised to be a fighter. It was common for young adult Xanaras in the Arturius clan to become mercenaries. However, Sylvia was royalty, the youngest and the fiercest. She was attuned to the sea like no other; it was apparent that the seas flowed deep within her veins. Her father favored her over all of his other children and while Sylvia basked in love and attention, it would soon backfire on her horribly.

With ægirsfólk, their culture is simple; if you want to be the top, you fight for it. On Sylvia's 25th birthday, her older siblings had beckoned her to swim with them. Thinking that this was perhaps the swim that would change her relationship with her family for the better, she naively went. After all, they were of her blood and Sylvia loved each of them despite their obvious contempt towards her. She was wrong.

Sylvia can only remember her heart shattering into a billion pieces when her older brothers and sisters circled around her, their sharp teeth and blades flashing in the dark water. The want to live trumped her love for her siblings. She killed them all, leaving their corpses to wash up in some distant shore. Sylvia managed to swim back home, her body mangled and her eyes glazed over. Her father was away on business so it was her mother that had to deal with the fact that her youngest daughter had killed all of her siblings. Sylvia's grieving mother turned her back on Sylvia and when her father came back, he only stoically patted her back and declared her the heir to the throne the next hour.

The children who had once crowded her scurried away in fear. Her friends left to become mercenaries and the others either hated or feared Sylvia.

She felt dead inside.

Race: Light Elf
Name/Moniker: Kyros Andronica
Height: 6'0
Weight: 170 lbs
Physical Description:

(just pretend the picture is an elf) Missing his left leg, but has learned to move quickly despite this.
Magical Abilities: Skilled with fire magic

Quirks/Personality: Kyros is very confident, particularily with women, almost obnoxiously so. He can be very competitive, and hates to lose any sort of competition. He can sometimes act stuck up, as he is quite rich.

Backstory: Kyros was born to a poor family shortly before the dragon war began. Most of his early life was consumed by farmwork, until he watched his father and his older brothers go to war against the dragons. Once he reached the age of 18, he joined the army, and spent many years perfecting the art of fire magic and sword fighting. Throughout the war he watched his family fall one by one to the dragons, and it seemed that as quickly as he could make new friends they would die at the feet of the winged beasts. He was one of the few soldiers to have survived the entire war. He fought on the side of Kenomo during the second civil war, but was taken prisoner by the Shadowmares. After being involved in a prisoner riot and escaping the Shadowmare prison, he was branded an outlaw. For 50 years he worked with different bandit groups in the wild, until he was granted a pardon and he returned to the city. He has been working as a mercenary since then, and is always looking for a way to fuel his love for war. He is currently 300 years old.

Race: Human
Name/Moniker: Sir Sings-a-Lot
Height: 5'7
Weight: 140 kg
Physical Description:
Wears armor when outside and light, maneuverable, leather armor when inside his quarters. However, he always wears his signature helmet as per his Order's custom.


Magical Abilities:
Sir Sings-a-Lot has the ability to breathe like dragons. He could spew burning flames or chilly blizzards from his mouth with an inhale and some concentration. The fire breath can be continuous and stream for over two meters or it can be a large fireball. The blizzard breath can be a continuous stream that will freeze the target's body until it stops functioning or it can be a fast wave that will flash freeze the target but the ice case will break after a minute or two.

He could also spew out a powerful force that blows away most things that isn't big as a boulder or isn't nailed down.

Sings shares this ability with another Lot Order knight: Sir Talks-a-Lot.

Quirks/Personality:
Sir Sings-a-Lot has a friendly, polite and overall chivalric personality, ready to spring into action if injustice is happening. When not doing knightly things, Sings can be found idly singing various songs sometimes with an instrument or performing at a joint. Some of his songs are very alien but Sings will happily assure you they are real songs.

As per his Order's customs, he is forbidden in engaging in romantic relationships and Sings will gently let down any woman who is interested in him.

Rumors say he is a cultist of Kthanid, an eldritch god but Sings will deny this.

Backstory:
Sir Sings-a-Lot is a knight of the Lot Order, a band of knights who use verbs for code names. The Order has been founded right after the Edolas Civil War and its members swore an oath to serve the Order and the small house of Vinderion from where the Order was created. In return, the knights are given immunity from time so they could serve until their bodies fall on the battlefield. However, the Second Edolas Civil War saw the deaths of many of the knights who fought for Kénómo. Because of that, some of the knights decided to journey across Edolas to look for potential candidates to be part of the Lot Order.

Sings is one of these knights, using his singing skills to attract people into becoming interested in his Order. However, the requirements for being a Lot knight are very rigid and quite offensive: One, you must be a human. Two, you must be a male. Three, you must never engage in a romantic relationship since love distracts. If any one of these requirements are broken, the spell that makes the knights immortal from aging will not affect you.

Of course, the search for candidates is always second to performing righteous deeds.

Character Sheet:
Race: Light Elf
Name/Moniker: Meryl Elluv
Age: 21
Height: 187 cm
Weight: 76 Kg
Physical Description (Picture isn't mandatory but it would be nice!):

Magical Abilities:
Timeless Arcana
A magical staff passed down from one magic user to another. The staff in Meryl's hands is just over a thousand years old and has undergone dozens of repairs and restorations. It remains capable of existing so long through how it is preserved by magic from far back. The staff itself is composed of light willow wood but is blessed by an immortal effect and regeneration. The blessing of immortality causes the wooden staff to appear to be a metallic black shade instead. The staff's main and most significant ability is its ability to absorb memories and knowledge, with the additional power of being compatible with all types of magnis. Through a specialized ritual, Meryl can imprint his memories and knowledge within the staff to be accessed later on. However, the staff has restrictions on it that cause one to be unable to access knowledge too advanced to prevent misuse of spells or abuse of knowledge that one does not understand. Due to this, Meryl only knows a few minor utility based spells which he still uses to great effect. By flowing his energy into the staff and calling on a specific set of knowledge, Meryl can cast spells he has never used before that were made by those before him that have been imprinted onto the staff. It is a magical artifact that is priceless and extremely valuable if it was actually able to be reliably used. It forms a connection with its owner and only activates in the presence of the magnis of its owner and those the owner designates. Even then, it restricts so much of its knowledge that instead of becoming a wealth of powerful information, it is instead a wealth of minor and offensively ineffective spells.

SPELL LIST
Torchlight - Forms a glowing orb at the tip of the staff to use as a flashlight and guide
Reinforcement - Strengthens objects temporarily, increasing their durability. A wooden staff can become as hard as iron with this spell. The spell only lasts as long as the arcana is touching whatever it is reinforcing. Reinforcing living beings is not possible to Meryl as of now.
Magnetism - Causes a small area to become magnetic, drawing in metals.
Flash - A burst of light that blinds things in an area for a few seconds is emitted from the staff.
Adhede - The arcana becomes an highly adhesive object, causing things to stick to its surface upon touch.
Fix(Glass) - Fixes broken glass if it was shattered in a five minute time frame.
Illusion - Creates a realistic illusion unable to move or really affect the world, like a holograph.
Absorb - The staff draws out and absorbs liquids that Meryl specifies through touch.
Shock - A minor electric shock is carried out to a target in the form of a base ball sized sphere of cracking energy. Non lethal and doesn't do much other than seizing muscles and causing good pain.
Celerity - A blessing of speed that lets the blessed one run faster. Meryl is most adept at utilizing this spell, and has practiced and refined it to the point where he can use it without pausing to access the arcana's knowledge base.
Calculator - The arcana is a good calculator. Nifty tool.
View - The arcana can project a small screen on a flat surface to show whats happening in a certain area within a thirty meter radius, sort of like a crystal ball.
Acceleration Gate - Creates a transparent wall five meters wide and three meters tall that speeds up anything that passes through it by three times for two seconds at most.
Clamor - The arcana emits a screeching, awful sound that can harm the ears if one listens to it for long.
Muffle - Enforces deafness for a second on a designated target the form of a pellet of pink energy that travels at the speed of an arrow.
Snare - Creates a circular invisible trap on a surface a meter in diameter. If someone steps on it, their foot becomes stuck to the surface as if it was super glued to it.
Enhance - Enhances the effect of the next spell cast.

Quirks/Personality:
Meryl is a suave, analytic and opportunistic being who is best described as being adaptable. He holds a fine eye for human observation, and can discern and analyze the statuses of others with a remarkable empathy. He has a manipulative and sly nature to him, willing to abuse twists and turns to accomplish his goals. He is skilled at putting up false fronts to adapt to situations, allowing him to edge into most situations to eke out advantages and information. Meryle is pragmatic and calculating for the most part, but does hold a distinct morality that many would characterize as noble, even if Meryle himself is fain to admit it. Meryl is a naturally observant and perceptive individual, and works on the philosophy of "observe, not see". He does not casually let the world pass by him, and instead commits his attention to every detail with meticulous excess. Such fine detail mongering and intuitive observation allows Meryl to slink past most trouble, but it also causes him to appear rather insensitive. Regardless, Meryl exhibits an innate nobility of character that often gets him into conflict with the front he attempts to maintain. Of course, he is still ever the wily trickster and sly in every sense, but a dignified core hampers any real degeneration into artifice. Meryl observes an incorrigible apathy and lackadaisical method of living, taking things in stride and never really attempting to actively exert himself.
(Don't Luv me senpai)
Backstory:
Meryl was born in the society of light elves on the gutters. His family occupied the lowest rungs of the social order, and were known deceivers mistrusted by all. Meryl inherited their knack for trickery, but could not attune himself with their utter lack of ambition and vice and thus dissociated himself from them as soon as he could at the age of thirteen. After abandoning his home, he worked around in the ordered society of the elves as cheap help and labor, becoming temporary assistants to many people of many trades. From his times moving around and eking out a bare living, Meryl learned the ways of the world and became convinced more than ever that he would set himself to a path of greatness most apt to sate his ambition. Unlike the countless other young children that fortune does not favor, Meryl received a boon in the form of being chosen by a shabby looking magic user who desired an apprentice. The man was an adventurous human that lived like a freeloader, doing odd jobs with his magic and concerning himself with a vagrant life filled with both hardship and wonder. Meryl joined this man and continued the legacy of the arcana as a result.