Based on Garth Nix's Abhorsen.

Ezra Damascus

Age: 24

Gender: Female

Appearance: Standing at 5’6”, Ezra is of average height and weight, with her build being considered somewhat lean. Her eyes are a brown dark enough to be black, a color matched by the thick dark hair that falls in wayward waves down her back, just barely passing beyond the waist. Her skin is not merely pale, but is leeched of all color save for the rare blush. A faint mark is always visible upon her brow, but when touched flares to life and emits heat. She is more or less dressed in practical clothing, but the bandolier of bells strapped across her chest is a signature of what she is and is seldom removed or far from reach. A sword lay against one hip and a dagger against the other.



Items: A spelled sword, a dagger, and seven bells. Both of the blades are made to disrupt magic, particularly that which relates to necromancy and the undead. The bells lay across her chest in a bandolier. They are encased upside-down in fitted leather pouches that still the tongues, ranging from the size of a pillbox to that of a jar. They have ebony handles and are each named thusly:

Ranna; the sleepbringer - smallest of the seven, it sounds a sweet, low voice that brings slumber in its wake.
Mosrael, the waker; a harsh, rowdy bell, this bell throws the ringer further into Death as it brings the listener into Life with a seesawing sound.
Kibeth; the walker, a bell of several sounds, difficult and contrary; it can give freedom of movement to one of the Dead, or walk them further into Death. It can turn on the ringer if not controlled.
Dyrim; a musical bell of clear and pretty tone, Dyrim can return the voice to a dead tongue, or still one that moves too freely.
Belgaer; more tricksome than Kibeth, Belgaer seeks to ring of its own accord. The thinking bell and the least used, it can restore independent thought, memory, and all the patterns of a living person or, slipping in a careless hand, erase them.
Saraneth; the deepest, lowest bell – a tone of strength, the binder shackles the Dead to the wielder’s will.
Astarael, the sorrowful; the largest of the seven, this bell is the banisher, the final tone. Properly rung, it casts everyone who hears it far in Death, including the ringer.

Abilities:
Necromancer - Ezra can enter Death at will and can utilize the seven vaguely sentient bells, though she can also whistle, sing, and clap the correct tunes in an emergency. She can control the Dead in all its forms and can create forms for spirits to inhabit.

Mage - She can wield two forms of magic: one that is raw, and the other that has been organized and hemmed in. The first and original magic is powerful and can corrode the user, acting much like an addiction as the user becomes dependent on the power and inevitably succumbs to the darker whims. This particular magic is simply an application of will and strength of character, lest the user be killed in the process. The second form prevents this, but is only available to those baptized into the magic - a matter which requires some purity and judicial use of the free form, since they do not easily blend. With the second form of magic, symbols are whistled, spoken, etched into life, being plucked from the internal stream of magic and formed via vocal cords or sketching them in the air via hand.

Background: Ezra was raised in a monastery whenever her mother wasn’t around to take her on travels. While the place was mostly cold and remote, it was a lovely dream to a child – the haunting melodies, the labyrinthine corridors that led to too many curiously locked doors to ever ignore, and the grand gardens beyond; grand to a child, anyway. Despite being from a long line of voodoo practitioners, Ezra was graciously accepted at the monastery. The hard, rigorous routines taught control and patience enough to master her abilities, though little beyond that was capable of taking root.

The music of the monastery was a part of her, though she could rarely partake. Melodies from a necromancer, by the voice, clapping, or some other tool, all led to very specific ears: those of the Dead. While at first this affinity was amazingly boring because of her surroundings, Ezra was soon allowed her freedom as an apprentice to her mother. She was a blade, sharpened with mage abilities – a clean magic based off an endless vortex of symbols that encompassed life, and a darker one that burned the tongue and charred the spirit if not carefully used. They took jobs, which surprisingly leaned more often towards benevolence where they put the dead back to rest. Although Ezra’s mother was something of a conservative, the younger necromancer was lean and hungry. Controlling the dead wasn’t merely raising mindless zombies – she could build beautiful constructs of earth and blood and bone, far less prone to harm than a corpse, and fill it with a spirit. She could, she soon realized, control vampires.

Being a necromancer is usually a solitary profession, so Ezra was fairly shoved out the door to make her own way in life. Her mother passed on the torch, so to speak. Since then, the young necromancer has been testing her limits more and more. She can’t help but boast that she has made numerous treks into Death, all the way to the last gate – at which point she stopped, not desiring to terminate life prematurely. There’s something utterly wonderful about taking control of what is too often considered a nightmare, like a vampire, and forcing them to walk their way to eternal sleep. Unfortunately, they rarely agree and tend to put up a bit of a fuss.

Other: N/A

Name:
"Red" (R3D032096)

Age:
Biologically early–mid 20s, Chronologically 8 months

Gender:
Male

Sexuality:
Undetermined

Species:
Test Tube baby, grown from DNA of both human and extraterrestrial of unknown origin

Height:
5’8”

Hair Colour:
Brunette

Eye Colour:
Deep Amber

Deformities/odd features:
-An additional 3 feet of vertebrae extend from what should have been the end of his spinal cord. Surrounded by thick muscle, Red’s tail is one of his most noticeable features. It is covered in a bushy coat of snow white fur.
-The circumference of his irises are black and blend with the natural amber pigment the closer it is to the center
-Red exhibits low-level psychic/mental abilities as a result of the unknown alien DNA. His abilities are weak, for now, but he contains untapped, raw potential within his psyche. Red cannot control his abilities for now and suppresses them whenever possible, fearful of his own capabilities ( as well as the “voices” in his head).

General Appearance:
At first glance, Red looks like any ordinary guy you’d see out in the world. Seemingly Caucasian in appearance, tall, dark, and bushy-tailed, he tries his best to look like ‘everyone else’. Red maintains the average physique of a fit, healthy individual. His tail trails 3 feet behind him and his covered in a soft, white fur that gets thicker and longer toward the curved end.

Personality:
He was bred to be a soldier but would rather spend his time learning about the outside world than training to destroy it. He has an affinity for knowledge and learns fairly quickly due to his genetically enhanced genes. Though the species of his second DNA donor remain unknown, it is apparent that they are beings of intellect and understanding, accounting for Red’s sensitivity toward others. Red could care less whether he is alone or surrounded by others, however, he doesn't trust easy. He assess a new face with caution.
Once he’s gotten to know you, you’ll find Red to be rather snarky and, for lack of a better term, playful. His is often a coping mechanism for him, to ease his mind off the overwhelming voices and emotions. His inability to control his empathic and telepathic abilities could damage his mental state and cause physical pain. He compensates the pain for laughter and sarcasm.
Like many creatures, Red’s emotions can be interpreted by the gestures and motions of his tail. Personally, Red adores his tail but finds that is can be a burden and a nuisance at times, knocking down objects or thrashing against the wall. Often, he finds himself curling the thing around his waist in order to keep still.
Red isn't the type to get angry very easily, or rather he’s accustom to bottling his emotions from even himself. He’s soft-spoken and tries his best to keep calm and collected. However, when he is pushed to the brink of his last nerve, Red isn't afraid to shout. Naturally, his abilities are tied to his mental state, but due to his inexperience and weak control it is rare for a out-pour of psychic energy to burst from his emotions.

Weaknesses:
-Most vulnerable when using his abilities as they require mental concentration and focus
-Easily susceptible to migraines and other illnesses, most likely as a result of the unknown DNA mixing with human DNA
-Abilities unstable the weaker his state of mind becomes
-His abilities in general at this time.
-Pancakes

History:
Red was created as a prototype for a new line of expendable inter-species psychic soldiers. He was created primarily for intel gathering but was also engineered for combat. His skills were tested often during his growth for scientist to document advancements in his mental and physical abilities. He had the strength of an average human being and showed little promise in becoming the weapon they all hoped he would become. His human DNA gave him a strong sense of sympathy, rendering him a useless as a soldier. Plans were already set to cancel the project. That is until 3 months in his incubation an odd bump appeared on his lower back. The scientists were hopeful that the new tail was key to unlocking his true potential as a weapon. Still, the testing proved futile. They decided to start over, use a different set of DNA and substituting human DNA for that of another species. As per usual, Red’s memories of the last 24 hours were wiped upon entering his incubation chamber. The next time he’d awaken, Red found himself atop the cold interior surface of a steel cage.