Name: Isabel Torrez

Age: 26

Height: 4’10”

Weight: 103 lbs.

Build: Isabel’s small and slightly curvy around the hips down. Her legs and torso appear equal measure compared to each other but much of her old body fat has severally diminished from both higher than her average activity and less than ideal nutrients.

Appearance:



Her eye color is a deep hazel, filled with energy and some charm. Even in the darkest times, they have that unwavering yet it could be an illusion after all or mere trick of the faint light. Her hair is straight and black reaching down to about an inch of the middle of her back, tied up in a worn, green scarf. Isabel hasn’t, like many other survivors, been able to keep good hygiene in the days that followed so her hair has collected enough grim for four days and need of a washing. During her younger days, Isabel did her own share of experimentation due to peer pressure or personal reasons including a tribal butterfly tattoo at the nook of her lower back and two piercings upon her body. The first one is easy to see, her navel which has closed up slightly, but the last one is best left a mystery as it’s in a rather…intimate place.

Family:



Other important mentions, none family members and part of the survival group.



Personality: Isabel is a smart, determined and quick woman who can get attached people that she likes. Usually those who’ve not done any wrong to her, directly or indirectly, will find befriending her easily enough. She tends to be more of the moment type girl rather than plan out her future or realize the consequences of her mouth. A fact that has gotten her in over her head more times than she can count throughout the infection’s rampage. Some habits die hard she supposed and to her, trying to predict the future is outright impossible so why try?

Whenever she’s extremely pissed, she started to speak in Spanish. Very few people know what she’s saying and this makes it hard to determine if she’s cursing out the offender or merely shouting like a mad Conquistador.

Occupation Before: She worked full time at her family’s Hardware store, both modernizing it as well as learning the trade. Also a hobby painter, mainly landscapes, Isabel has made extra cash through selling her paintings to family, friends and even a few strangers who appreciated the picture’s “soul”.

Notable skills:


Bio:

Isabel Torrez was born May 16, 1987 in Palm bay, FL. Her parents were both working middle class, second generation Hispanic Americans. Her mother worked as a part time free-lance house keeper and her father had taken over the family hardware shop which left her grandmother, from her father’s side, Sachi taking care of Isabel beside her mother. It was an average one for the most part despite her struggles with sleepwalking that she seemed unable to outgrow. Her sister Reyes was born three years later followed by her grandfather Admelo’s death in a car crash when a semi collided after running a red light. She only vaguely remembers him but that was how grandmother Sachi can to stay with them permanently and helped in her upraising. Other than that, there’s not much to tell in that time of her life until her sleep walking began. At first her family thought it was a laughing matter. She would never remember it, each time varied from her sat in bed to literally roaming the house. It wasn’t until she literally burnt herself upon the stove at the age of 10, abruptly waking herself and nearly caught the house on fire. The doctor prescribed medication which eased the effects in hopes one day she might outgrow them.

Things got interesting when she became sixteen and involved with the wrong crowded, her teenage years and even a few into her adulthood were nothing more than a life time long party. It was at an unsupervised party where she both got her first taste of alcohol and lost her innocence to the football team’s captain who couldn’t stop bragging about his big score. Though Isabel didn’t care what others thought about her, her slight less than admirable image stained her sister’s and made her school life slightly difficult to bear because most boys expected Reyes to be like her. That drama was the less of her worries. It was a breeze compared to the shit storm a month later when due to a nasty combination of being drunk, peer pressure and her own determined nature, Isabel ended up with a navel piercing that’s to a friend’s brother. Of course her sister had a rather big mouth and that ended up with Isabel on parent lock down for over a month without parole.

Slowly over the couple of years, her lifestyle spiraled farther into the hard party girl who slept in late and hollered all night long. Unable to save up the money quick enough for a second piercing, her addiction worsened in the following years had dug into her pocket, a friend had paid but if she got it in the most intimate of places which she happily did. By this time, she was a fully grown woman though she acted more like a teenager stuck in time. It was only a matter of time before things got out of control. One of her prescription medicines for her sleep walking had reacted badly with her drinking and sent her wheeling to the ER, a frightening moment for all of them. When the truth was out, her family intervened and it took about four years in rehab to recover from her addiction. There was a times she fell off the wagon but in the end, she got right back on it by attending AAA meetings and counseling. It wasn’t easy.

During her time at the meetings, she met a fellow addict around her own age named Travis. They tried to support each other over the years but unlike Isabel, he wasn’t as willful. The worst part was he often dragged her with him. In the end, when she was twenty-five she ended the relationship and broke his heart. He ended up drowned in self-pity and loathing until he committed suicide in his drunken state, hung from a tree in his own backyard. His brother found him the next day. Needless to say, it wasn’t hard at his funeral to tell who blamed her for his death with silent hate and glares in her wake. She never did get rid of that butterfly tattoo they both choose when they first started to date.

Before the infection, she had dated lightly off and on but never became serious. Her sister on the other hand, had been seeing a guy named Mike who ended up in an Asylum in Miami Florida after he tried to the living shit out a man then plead insanity for it. It wasn’t hard as he already had a loco look about him that the jury approved and convicted him there. Against both their parents’ and her advice, Reyes still kept in letter contact with Mike. For the last year Isabel had been taking part time Courses over computer basics, small business, and a few others to help her family’s hardware store come into at the twentieth century for the moment. Life was normal for a while.

Up until the infection hit, then everything she knew went to shit. Unlike other cases, they weren’t hit in board daylight or where they could defend themselves. No, it was at night where they were most vulnerable. Her parents were away vacating in Savannah, delayed when her mother was attacked by a ‘thug’ then spent the night in a hospital which delayed their trip home that night. After the news, her remaining relatives stayed close with her grandmother Kain spending the night for a few weeks in a visit. For as long as Isabel can remember, she always locked the due to her sleep disorder and believes that was part of what saved her. She woke up abruptly and suddenly one night to the sounds of crunching and slurping. Confused and groggy, she slipped from her room and unlocked the door towards the source: her grandparent Kain’s bedroom. A scream later, Grandmother Jackie stooped over and devouring her husband, Reyes, Grandmother Sachi, and herself were quickly out the door. They took Reyes’s car down the streets filled with mayhem; panicked people screamed and flee only to be set upon by Walkers a short time after. It was a horrible memory to watch in the faint street light while they made their way to their family’s Hardware store.

There they met their uncle and cousin among one other survivor in the process of stealing supplies and taking shelter from the walkers massed outside. Uncle Vic took charge of the situation much to the small group’s relief then after they gathered what they could carry, mainly the basics, they made a run for the alleyway. They lost the survivor, an unexpected heart attack caused him to fall to the Walkers, and Miguel got bitten as a result. Her cousin was managed to be ushered into the truck where he was set upon with a fever, turned then tried to attack Reyes hours later. Miguel’s father was the one who killed him, saving Isabel’s sister and changed him slowly in the hardened survivor.

In the weeks that followed, each road they tried was either blocked off or infested. That fact along pushed them farther south to Miami. In their scavenging along a few of the smaller areas, they picked up a few survivors that ranged in all types and ages making them a motley group that drew strength from each other whenever they had suffered losses. Though some starved or turned into Walkers themselves, the situation could've been bleaker. When they came near to Miami, Reyes mysterious vanished. They needed supplies and more food, so Isabel and two other survivors, Ted and Burt, volunteered to head in on a salvaging trip where they hoped to find shelter as well as a few survivors to join their group.

Disability/Fear:



Weapon of Choice:



Equipment:

Within the bag*
*Can hold up the same amount as your average backpack



Attire

belt Which includes:





Salvaged (in intro post)

Equipment:

Sword-Made from gathered essence within the surroundings and his, either form can materialize a sword weapon that is unique to each one. Despite the large and cumbersome appearance in the either mode, the sword is surprisingly light within Emmet’s hand (though once it leaves, it gains weight which discourages others using it against him.^) but no less durable, making it rather difficult to break into pieces. Other than these minor facts of shifting shape and the weight change, there are no other unusual natural characteristics.

For each Primal mode, the sword adapts to best reflect the current user but the overall length doesn’t change and has no other factors to enhance the combat power of the user unless it’s through mentioned powers that stem from that form itself.

Primal Demon- the weapon takes is a bastard sword, the blade length is 45 inches and hilt is 10 inches.

Primal Angel- the weapon is a claymore, the blade about 42 inches and 13 inches for the hilt.

^The reason its light with his touch is because his essence is continually
*The images used aren't mine and I claim no work in their awesomeness, that goes to the artist. They are merely just for representation purposes.

Name: Emmet's Primal Angel

Race: Appears to be an Angel

Appearance:
*

Height: 6’2 tall

Weight: 125 lbs.
Wing span is 3.75 meters wide, about 10 foot

Abilities:

Passive: Always active.

Sixth Sense : By tapping into the air’s essence around him with his own, he can create a wide range sensory around him. This gives him a vague notion of the attack as well as the type: magical or physical. Through he can’t tell details like its strength, who it originated from or exactly what type of spell it is beyond magical or physical, just where it’s targeted at.


Elemental Resistance : takes less damage from elemental based attacks that are made of the original six: earth, air, water, and fire, light and dark. This lessens the damage between a third to half depending on how close, the strength and duration. In order to achieve this Emmet pours a bit of his essence into his body continuously to do two things: enforces his body to withstand elemental based attacks by creating an essence cushion between the attack and his body as well as push out to mingle with the attack’s own essence, resulting in weakening it.


Regenerative Spirit : Using the essence in the air alongside his own, he can slowly heal himself over time of combat. Minor scratches, shallow and skin deep, will heal within 1-2 seconds. Wounds and gashes which affect muscles and even tendons will required at least 4-5 seconds while any injuries which harm interior organs, bones or vast areas will need 8 or more depending on the damage’s extent. It also depends on the type of damage. Depending on the burn’s degree, the highest can add another second on if it covered a significant area amount like half the bust portion of the body which includes not just the face but also the shoulder, neck and a bit of the torso.



Divine Calling : Anyone with a feather from this form’s Wings can call for assistance from a long distance of Emmet’s location, no matter what form he’s in. All they merely need to do is focus upon the feather which will mingle with the air’s essence and send out a rather annoying ringing in Emmet’s ears, one he can’t ignore or get rid of. Instinctively, like a homing pigeon, he is able to acknowledge which way to head as it grows softer the closer he is.


Celestial Speed: This mode’s natural abilities rival some of the most powerful battle angels within the areas of strength, endurance, and stamina. He’s able to bench press around 4,000, about a metric ton, of dead weight in pounds easily though anything higher will become impossible. It’s more than a human but likely far less than the average demon. In a direct match of brute strength alone, this mode is of little use against anything higher than a human, low level demon or another battle angel. The level of endurance/stamina allows this mode to fight hours on end, 6-7 max, without signs of fatigue edging into his movements or the need to rest. On top of that, he is beyond an average human’s physical speed capabilities and can reach top speeds of over 200 mph but he’s unable to turn on a dime since he usually only reaches this speed in a head long dive. His reflexes are faster than a striking cobra and able to block every bullet from a gun without fail, making avoiding or getting past his sword extremely difficult.



Active: Requires activation to use.

Angelic Flare : Using any light or air within his area, Emmet can mix it with his essence and condense it into a small orb of bluish white light within his hand. Focusing on it and feeding it, he can suddenly release the energy to create a wide range blinding light lasting for a short time. Like any distraction, it can’t differ from ally or foe and isn’t intended for killing, but any allies within close eyesight range will have a strange inkling to shield their eyes just moments before it’s unleashed.



Sacred Protection : Focusing his essence within his wings, strengthening them to be almost impervious and act as defensive shields. They easily can act independent enabling him to block most attacks which would normally render them to pieces and crippling his flight ability. Able to create a difficult barrier to get by, he can use both at the same time to completely wrap about himself in a tight barrier or individually to rise against an incoming slash, piercing or hacking attack.


Sacrificial Burden : Emmet can heal and rejuvenate a single ally by mixing his own with another’s, enhancing and speeding up their own natural mending. In return he takes on the wounds himself and adding them to his present ones.





Name: Emmet's Primal Demon

Race: Appears Demon/Hellion

Appearance:

*

Height: 6’2 tall and 6’5” counting the very tip-top of his spiked armor.

Weight: 202 lbs.


Abilities:

Passive: Always active.

Monstrous Strength : The complete opposite of the Primal Angel, the natural abilities of speed, reflexes and stamina are slightly above human average enough to compete with most low level demons when it comes to a plain physical combat in these areas. However, those who are Lord, Warden Demons and some high level Hellions will give him difficulty. His strength and endurance, as in pain tolerance, on the other hand surpasses the prior mentioned skills. This can enable him to easily pick up the weight of two average African bull elephant (about 12 tons/ 24,000 lbs.) and toss it to the side for the distance of at least a mile. His high pain tolerance enables him to retain focus through any inflicted damage though being interrupted, tossed or dislodged is another story.


Hellish Fortitude : Due to the thick and hardened outside, this trait allows him to take serious amounts of damage and still keep on battling for much longer than the Angel like counterpart. This protection extends even to the exposed areas uncovered by armor as a note. This doesn’t mean he can’t be killed and his stamina will eventually run dry, but taking him down by brute strength will take much longer. It also makes attempts to sever limbs and beheading require several well placed attacks centered upon the exact spot over and over up to at least five times.



Infernal Toxin : The sword is imbued with his essence and coats the weapon in a toxin, only affecting an individual when it enters the body through inflicted wounds. All experienced symptoms are unique to each target since the toxin is meant to affect a wide range of victims. It’s also possible that after many wounds over the course of combat, the victim can gain a tolerance to the toxin and its effects become useless. However this tolerance isn’t permanent and will wear off in the days, weeks and more they aren’t exposed to the toxin allowing their bodies to once more be vulnerable to the toxin’s effect in the next encounter.



Active: Requires activation to use.


Brimstone Breath : Taking the essence from the air and mixing it within his own deep in his lungs, Emmet can spew two types of breath. This takes time to completely and can be interrupted in order to cease its activation. Each has their own effect and range that affect the damage and opponent.




Chaos Surge : Focusing his essence through his blade, he plants both his hands firmly upon the hilt then the weapon’s blade point within any flat surface. While he retains his grip and holds the sword in place, he can pour his essence in pulse like shockwaves into the surface causing it to crack and splinter all around him.




Magma Reach: : Tearing a piece of the surrounding materials to hold in his hand, he can focus essence into it and create a magma ball within his fist. A viscous material, it’s almost like liquid fire that’s been condensed down into a semisolid state and slowly builds up strength with the longer it is held. At its weakest it can easily cause painful and rarely life threatening burns depending if it’s on skin contact or a barrier between. At the strongest, it can burn right through several layers of solid concrete or stone like materials.




Devil’s Debt : He can brace himself by spreading his essence in a thin layer over his surface making it hard and only slightly buffs (sort of an absorbent cushion of sorts) any damage for a chosen time. Due to the increase protection, he’s weighted down and unable to move during the spells duration. The thin layer stores pain from inflicted magical and physical attacks over time, the pressure building with each hit. When the waiting period ends, the energy is suddenly and abruptly released causing the essence layer to rapidly extend and lash out in a wave of energy all the way around. Its power is at least double the damage received and capable of knocking foes near him several yards away, inflicting non-elemental damage.



Essence Devour: Like Demons, who consume essence of others and things to grow, Emmet has acquired a similar ability. The key difference is he doesn’t gain a power boost or metaphases his current appearance, but by mixing his own essence with an object, he can break it down and absorb it into his core. At any time during the fight, he can release the storage for a one shot healing ability to him. Depending on the total amount absorbed would affect the healing’s effectiveness. Once used, the reserves need to be harvested again to heal again.


*If someone wants, I can go into extreme details with the amounts and go through the effort of listing them. However, I thought using the mention of an item within the target/guessed range was much simpler and enough, not to mention it would farther delay getting this accepted. XD

Name: Raa’Kina (Raa for short)
Species: Quarian.
Age: 21 [Earth Years]
Gender: female
Appearance:


Raa’Kina, outside her suit, looks like most other Quarians her young age. She has the pale, humanoid figure with the bowed legs, three digit hands, and two toe feet, all of it standing at a total of 5’6” in height. Lean muscle and a subtle mix of curves grace her frame, including a modest bust, common in the fairer gender of her race. Under the mask, her face has soft, rounded features whenever she compares her own to her mother’s far more angular and mature ones. It seems her illuminating pupils tend to ooze empathy and scream naivety in every look, a trait she founds more annoying than elegant as some of her suitors put it. Two dark lines trace her neck front, branching off in the common found way, with two lines running from her slanted eyes to her hairline.

Though these traits are common, she also has her own personal design and choices in style that makes her stand out in her own right. Namely to give her more individuality compared to other Quarians her own age group. Her dark, raven black hair is cut short, shaggy with wavy bangs as its tossed naturally into a playful mess. Just at the nape of her neck is a single section left untouched and roped into a braid that reaches to the neck base, held together by wiring that holds personal value.

Weapons/Equipment:

Pistol- Basic and simple, she uses this to protect herself during her piligramage

Omnitool- Raa’Kina’s toy when she was younger was her omnitool, enjoying mathical algorithms to a streaming lines of data and much later became her must need item on her person at all times. It has both the most widely and common Quarian applications, alongside some of her personalized designed ones. One she’s very proud in is a navigation program that hasn’t failed her and was designed thanks to help from her human great aunt (adopted) Devryn.

AI- An artificial intelligence evolved from an older VI programming by her grandfather Pai’Seef. Since the Reaper War and the fact the AI had been helpful, her grandfather’s punishment was somewhat lighter than prewar times though he still willingly accepted it. Once known as Raa’Kina, the AI now goes by RK for short due to the two sharing a name. RK is blunt, logical yet has a sense Quarian nature to her interactions and expressions which makes it seem she is nothing more than another organic on the omnitool comm. Despite her emotional display in her visual, she can’t fully understand the emotions she shows or why they are appropriate for the occasion. Sometimes she can seem a bit insensitive or rude, her attitude designed by Pai’Seef and long since evolved into her own.

Skills and Abilities:

Software knowledge and talent- Raa’Kina is a logical, if cheerful individual, who is very talented in software area of technology. She can repair, rebuild, or salvage almost any sort of software there which makes sense why her homeworld believed she was a good choice for this mission. Sadly, like her grandfather who she inherited the talent from, her skills in actually building the machine is sadly is average compared to her software abilities.

Decent Shooter- Raa’Kina can and does practice the base marksman skills for her pistol, namely to prevent injuring someone who doesn’t deserve it. And that’s anyone who has the nerve to attack her or her allies. Sadly she’s not perfect in this skill and distance does tend to matter with her aim, the farther distance the target is from her location then the harder it is to hit it. However, she won’t shoot unless she’s got a high chance at hitting it.

Tech Powers

Basics:

Blow torch- basic engineer tool used for welding and cutting metals.
Scanner- determine flaws, damages, and other details on an inanimate object
Flashlight- enable to see in dark places
Dispenser- holds medi-gel and any converted omni-gel used for unlocking stubborn doors
Camera- able to take images and store them within her omnitool
Games unit- solution to boredom problems
Fash- able to cause a brief, overpowering flare of light that can blind surrounding enemies Duration: few seconds Recharge: 10 seconds
Hacking- able to jack into machines, doors, and even other omni-tools (later much harder)
Omni-blade- super heated, disposable blade used to peel off aged bolts

[beginner skill level]
Sabotage: Overheats and disables weapons requiring the affected target to eject and reload their thermal clip before being able to use again. In addition, it can hack and turn hostile synthetics into allies.

• Recharge Speed: 8 seconds or more (once every 1-2 posts)
• Range: Medium (target must be tagged/scanned before hand for hijacking a synthetic)
• Target Number: 1

Dampener: Increases explosion radius of proximity mines, or like explosion items. It also shuts down both surrounding enemy tech and biotic abilities, temporary disabling a small group for a short time but at a high recharging time cost.

• Recharge Speed: 40 seconds (3-4 posts estimated)
• Range: Close (within eyesight)
• Target Number: small group (3-4)

Overload: Overloads electronics by creating a power surge and also stunning her enemies for a brief time. Effective against shields, barriers, and synthetics. Not nearly as effective on organics, if at all.

• Recharge Speed: 8 or more seconds (once every 1-2 posts)
• Range: Close (within eyesight)
• Target Number: 1

Tactical Cloaking: By reflecting and wrapping light about the user, it renders them invisible. Sight is the only sense affected as the user can still be smelt, heard and felt if she careless enough. Once hit, the shield shuts down and the user is revealed back to a visible status. This doesn’t protect the user besides hiding her from sight, still allowing her to be hurt or possibly killed on discovery.

• Recharge Speed: 20 seconds (2-3 posts, estimated)
• Range: N/A
• Duration: Short period, mostly depending on skill/story need
• Target Number: N/A

Background:

Raa’Kina was born from Xemel’Sinara vas Aerata and Terna’Welyxi nar Rannoch, she is the second child in her family to be born on the newly rebuilt homeworld. For the most part, she could say her life was pretty average throughout her childhood. There of course was the natural slight changes to her race’s culture and views toward the Geth, the Reaper War nearly ushered every living thing into extinction had managed at least one positive thing after costing so many their lives. According to the dwindling elders’ stories, much has changed compared to their time. Technology studied from the Reapers brought most races to equal grounds when it came to life quality, advancement, and more. The biggest achievement in the Quarians’ view was gaining their own planet again. After everything that happened, the tension between the Quarians and Geth seem like a faint, distant memory compared to the modern age she lived in. Now a days on her homeworld, one rarely walked out onto the street without seeing the two races mingling in the sun’s dense rays, making her recall her grandfather’s last recorded words that this was an event that should’ve happened long ago.

When Raa’Kina reflects on her past, she only has a few memories, both good and bad, that stick up in her mind. Nothing she feels is interesting compared to her grandfather Pai’Seef’s or grandaunt Devryn’s experiences while working at Farian’s Ship Repair in their younger years. However, they are very hard to forget.

The youngest she can recall is at seven years old, she learned how dangerous it was when she wasn’t aware of her surroundings. Faulty and experimental machinery, developed from the Reaper War data, had malfunctioned bring the massive thing crumbling down the distracted girl. Geth and several Quarians had been chatting nearby when one unit noticed the event. She was lucky to come off with just a scratch, one of the nearest Geth units immediately spurred into action and scooped her away from the crash zone before she was killed. It took several minutes for her to calm down, her mother finally peeling her off the machine, and held her close in a comforting embrace. The bad part was she never got to thank the Geth who saved her personally.

Later, at the age of ten, she met another who shared the same name as herself. A curious AI, created and stood side by side with her grandfather, contacted her during the funeral. She was shocked such a being knew her, let alone having the same name. Curiosity won out over her caution, like usual, causing the pair to get very acquainted with one another through the common link: Pai’Seef. She learned, even to this day, much about the relative she hadn’t much chance to know better from his adventures during employment under Nasyrius’ Barbacus crew employed by the Farian Ship Repair to the Reaper War defense, as well as his punishment for creating the AI. Though RK, as she is referred to now as, suffered no ill effects, she disagreed with Quarian government’s punishment despite it being lessened due to services rendered and lives saved by his actions.

Intrigued by RK’s stories, Raa’Kina’s first destination on her pilgrimage was right into the most likely still surviving member who served with her grandfather, the asari Noami’lie Tynci. During the Reaper invasion, the asari lost her company in damages when it came to defending the planet and afterwards went into bankruptcy which had caused great heartache in the end. The only thing she managed to keep was the Barbacus, an asari light freighter in the destiny class, modified by both Pai’Seef and Devryn. It was here she learned what happened to the rest, learning the hard truth of why Noami’lie had kept the starship. Though Nasyrius died during the War, the two ended up having a daughter together named Nyasea who surpisingly seemed to have taken many traits from her father causing the Quarian to bid them farewell at the end of her visit.

She continued her pilgrimage for the next few months before she ended up getting roped into a deal with five Turians, currently involved with the selling of high level software at an ideal price. At first, she thought would be ideal for back home without thinking why they would've sold it at half the normal credits, taking their explanation it was second hand and per-owned. Things went terribly wrong when the Turians started to become more touchy than she was comfortable with. She started to withdrew her interest and they didn't take kindly to that, one of them immediately closing their three fingered hand about her arm to pull her back. Naturally Raa'Kina panicked. She went for her pistol, but one had managed to get behind and prevent her from drawing it. RK was about to do something when suddenly two Turians dropped, including the one holding her, causing her to duck behind the nearest cover. It was her first time ever being in a live gunfight while quickly showed her lacking skills in the area resulting her in getting a minor injury. RK embarrassed her some by uttering out why it was a bad idea as she showed her lacking experience in the world, something she inwardly believes her casually brushing off the incident didn't help her case.

So, for a another few years both Voira and RK accompanied her, herstrong desire to gain a rich experience and more driving her onward, much like the Barbacus’ crew had. Among her travels she encountered various colonies, aiding in their survival with her talent, which expanded her knowledge about others outside Quarian. Often it was in exchange for credits, place to stay or even pay for her next trip out though to say it was completely safe was an understatement. Piracy and theft had became more common in the following years, even though the Reapers no longer was a common threat, which had force Raa’Kina to start keeping her pistol locked and ready at all times. She had a few close calls but thanks to RK, they managed to avoid trouble well enough.

A few weeks ago, RK had received a message that she had been contacted and hired for aiding the colonization of a planet within the Pylos Nebula, the first time in their long history. It was a chance to explore and possibly benefit her homeworld most of all. Though KR logically predicted the odds that something would go wrong against the right, the AI kept her mouth shut, hitching a ride with the gruff Voira and naive Quarian youth.

Name: Gabriel (no last name)

Alias/Nickname: Several really, depending on whom you talk to but most the alias and nicknames are degrading and are from disgruntled customers. Clairvoyant Reject, Worthless Failure, ect. Names that he pushes off as mere facts but nothing he can change.

Age: He tells his clients he’s between 200 and 225, making him a regressed angel. Not that it seemed to make any difference in his ability.

Race: Angel (Regressed modern)

Appearance:



He appears to be twenty-nine, the very age his regression had been completed within one of his lifetimes. It also explains, because during that lifetime he had been fascinated with long hair, why he never cut his pure white locks. Instead, it’s usually hanging about his eyes and face, almost hiding it from the world until he’s forced to put it into a ponytail when he has customers. Most the time he pushed it up and out of his light onyx eyes that seem to be filled by the world’s experience or at least a few lifetimes. Standing at 5’9” for his full height, Gabriel has a habit of hunching over due to his less than confident attitude and has cut him down to 5’6” in a slouch. Just under his eyes are rings and pale skin, evidence of his poor care habits and sleep patterns making him seem more like a fragile human rather than an angel.

His wings are the same despite his form though they are rarely out, hidden under his coat usually, and whenever they are the wings appear to be molting all the time. Their overall appearance seems he’s incapable of flight, though it would be more because of the fact none had ever seen him perform as he tends to mention he gets airsick and would likely drop from the sky if he tried. Once out the total length from one tip to another is a meter and a half, or about 4 foot, making them among the smallest on record during his time. His wings seem to be a hybrid between the falcon species of Lanner and Saker. The coloring is tan white with the outside is brown and having black bars over the feather ends, breaking the monotone displayed.

His outfit is consistent of a dirty, and often patched old fashion trench coat over a black shirt, completely button up. The coloring, which had faded, was picked solely to hide all the stains from many coffees, food or other sort of stains that shows his ‘sloppy’ habits. Yes, he does eat... About his neck is an out of date necktie that’s plain red and hangs loosely, crinkled like in its manner. His pants are tan slacks and, like his coat, have been mended repeatedly over their long existence. On his feet are black shoes with the tread and sole worn completely down to an almost smooth finished thanks to his continual pacing around his modest housing.

Social Status: A clairvoyant angel with a below modest living that barely scrapes by making ends meets and keep a roof over his head. Using what is his only barely real talent of clairvoyance, he rarely gets customers (human, angel or the rare demon who doesn’t try to eat him) due to his ability being believed to be rather faulty when it comes to interpretation as he has great difficulty telling ‘visions’ from just ‘nightmares or dreams’ apart. Though ever so often he does hit a true one which why the Council sought to provide him with single protector and housing, tolerating his paranoid nature. In addition, it doesn’t help the fact not everyone has a great fate before them. Even other clairvoyant angels look down on him as something better to be stepped on than approached which surprisingly doesn’t bother Gabriel.

Relations:

Mihr- his deceased twin brother killed during after Hell’s gate fell, trying to protect him.

Uriel- An old, grouchy angel named Uriel acts as Gabriel’s bodyguard/babysitter. Uriel hasn’t a problem reminding the angel he is more likely to lose his mind then predict anything worthwhile (despite evidence of otherwise in the past), even when he’s entertaining the rare customer and tends to hurt his money income sometimes.

General Activity: Currently? He's been volunteering to help rebuild the damage left behind, at least what remains, as he also keeps an eye for his clients who survived Judas' all out war.

Abilities:

*Clairvoyance: Shaky foresight ability, Gabriel has a very high difficulty in telling apart simple nightmares apart from visions. While he has some latent talent, it seems regression hasn’t done much to improve this and only key individuals have been able to set it off. For a slight bit it’s a blessing as Gabriel doesn’t have to worry about the strict leash of the Council choking him with what little interactions he has in the world but it is rather depressing to be a large laughing stock even if he doesn’t show it.

*Flight abilities: Unknown if he even has these…

Equipment:

feather bangel: Enchanted to hid his Angelic essence and as long as he’s wearing it, to any creatures around him, he will read as human. When ‘on’ it glows a soft blue before the energy vanishes, leaving it to look like an average bracelet.

Protective vest: Thin but sturdy, he only wears this under his shirt for protection whenever he heads outside at Uriel’s request. It protects against both blades and bullets rather well, though it limits his torso movement greatly.

Personality:

Gabriel is an average downtrodden clairvoyant angel laughing stock. Despite this, he’s normally friendly and polite to anyone who approaches him though he is rather timid by nature and seems easily frighten by those he thinks will crush him. Forgetfulness and short attention spans seemed to run frequently in his interactions, some times so badly he can’t finish his train of thought before he trains off into stutters and jumbling words. In addition to his scatterbrained interaction is his inability to throw anything out and clumsiness that doesn’t make his pack rat, including old food cartons to mothy blankets and other junk, habit any easier to overlook.

Biography:

Before following his brother's lead and regressing, Gabriel's most cherish and lasting memories were when he was a common, normal surface angel. Hell's gate hadn't fallen back then and life was simpler. His father was a normal human, a gentle and timid man who fell in with a grey, battle angel. Together they produced twin angel offspring, Mihr his older brother and himself. As a child, Gabriel held a deep respect for his older twin and because that, he often followed the boy into the deep trouble during their childhood. It was hard to tell why Mihr had developed a indifference on the outside toward him but it seemed not to faze Gabriel in the least. At the time, they were both raised like normal angel offspring as they were taught their duties, heritage, and the common view toward vile demons and their responsibly of mankind. It was around fourteen when their clairvoyance kicked in and sadly, their levels were vastly different compared to each other.

Gabe's visions were often fleeting and erratic, unable to predict anything with certainty, compared to his brother's clarity and accuracy which allowed their own mother to evade death more than once. Naturally the Council acted accordingly to what they viewed as best for all involved. Mihr, and Gabriel, were both removed from their parents' custody and placed under protection of assigned guardians better suited to protecting their gifts. The effect on his brother was most noted in Gabriel's eyes when the older one drew closer to the only family he had left, Gabriel himself. At the age of sixteen, Mihr began talking about entered regression and seemed to beg Gabriel to follow along for the ride in his brother's wake. Weeks after his power had gotten stronger, Gabriel noted Mihr seemed twitchier than usual. His brother often came back distance, upset and furious from his meetings with the Council, both scheduled and not. Though Mihr never laid a hand on him, Gabe feared what his brother might do in his temper and pulled away in fear. Finally it was revealed what troubled his brother most creating the last nail in Gabriel's decision to join his brother in regression. Presenting their deserves to the Council, there was of course worry about the transgression and the chances one or both could be driven insane.

Mihr's arguments were difficult to counter and drew any needed votes into his favor, his speech seemingly rehearsed to perfection. Using resources provided, namely the experience of past regressed clairvoyant angels and demons bound to tamers, helped both held their bodies and mind together through the process. Inside, when it was all said and done, part of Gabriel regretted the decision because he was nearly driven insane. It proved he was always the weaker of the pair after all.

During the pain, their bodies had slowed in aging and seemed to finally stopped at twenty-nine though several hundred years passed in a blur. However, the addition in memories and power seemed not to have helped Gabriel in the least to increase his clairvoyant powers or add more. The only show that he was now an Original was the fact he appeared to have stopped aging at all. A matter that didn't exactly please the Council very much since it made all their work and effect a vain attempt to salvage what pitiful power he had. Some blamed him while others believe his weak in barely making it was a deep factor. Whatever the cause, Gabriel was no long able to completely tell a true vision from dreams accurately. Instead they melded together into a chaotic mess often enough the result left the Council frustrated with him, again separating the twins and pushing Gabriel into one of the lower living conditions under Council control. Mihr, however, was keep under closer watch as well as inhabitants suited for his usefulness.

It was the last time Gabriel saw his brother for a long time.

Times he caught glimpses time to time. Once time he recalled well was when the Council summoned all angels, from the weak clairvoyant to the proud battle angels under one roof and presented to each one two strange vials. One red and the other white, their task was to aid Melody by attempting to gather essence from their fellow races in order to create a new instrument. Among his brother, he also view more intimidating figures like Hazumi, the mother slayer, and Lucien, the angel once entombed in onyx. Being among those tossed away, it made him silently feel better when he saw they too were summoned. Unable to approach for fear he would be ripped apart, he departed back to his apartment without protest.

When Loom was destroyed by the Flesh construct, the thing finally slaughtered and left for dead on the city's outskirts, it was a surprise he survived it. Even more wasn't dragged into the hidden events transpiring around it until the end. After the event, Mihr paid him a visit and mysteriously wanted to re-council their broken brotherly bond. His guardian had sought a new place for the pair to take refuge while he was left with his brother. The reunion was short lived when several demons chose a half hour later to rip his home apart, hoping to gorge themselves on two defenseless clairvoyant angels. What they didn't count on was Mihr specializing in both Clairvoyance and Battle areas. He fought to protect them both...then lost his life because of it. After receiving reports over an attack, several of those assigned to seek out Mihr arrived too late. They found Gabe's home in ruins, demon guts smeared all over the walls and corpses scattered all over the room while in the center laid Gabriel himself clinging to his brother's dead eyed body. The older twin's chest ripped out, wings melted, and face a mangled mess that supported Gabe's sobbing one.

After being interrogated and subjugated to lawless suspicion, Gabriel shortly left to bury his brother's body and never looked back to Loom. For at that time, his mind scarred by memories thanks to the city's misfortune. During Judas' war he was mostly absent, gone without a trance as the battle for Loom, Kenan and fate of the races was fought over. When the war ended, he found himself discovered shortly towards the end by a battle angel named Uriel.

Currently Uriel and he are in Loom where he's tried to remake a life for himself and help some with the rebuilding.

Name: Uriel

Age: 39 years, though he’s really 56 in age.
Race: Angel (Battle Angel)

Appearance:

Despite his age, Uriel’s fitness and appearance depicts him as more in his late-thirties. A Caucasian male with skin the hue of raw sienna color, his skin is covered in faded scars from his experience on the surface battling a wide range of surface demons as well a few hellion-leveled demons. His pale blonde mane of hair has been said to remind many of a young lion’s, and kept much the same way, messy and shaggy. The bangs swept over his left eye, hiding the fact he’s going blind in one of his bright blue one and the iris’ color is fading. In the back, his locks are in slightly longer lengths and gravitate down to just an inch above his shoulders. they are still trimmed close to the neck with two braids consisting of nine red beads, one for each demon, left resting behind his right ear.

His face has a square, rough jawline giving him a slightly grizzled appearance you might expect from most angelic veterans with a faded chin cut vertical through his five o’clock shadow. His height is about 6’0” though he has shrunk some from his previous 6’3” due to his aging years. His wings are 14’4” in total diameter when fully stretched out, each wing coming at about 7’2” each. In addition, they are large and angular, much like a peregrine falcon, made for speed in a free fall and long traveling distance. A silvery white coloring, the feathers are broken in places by old battle scars which edge onto his whole body, each one a memory of his youth.

He usually wears basic Grey tee-shirts, cargo pants or jeans in a tidy appearance. He also wears steel toe boots made for curb stomping the hell out of any unwise surface demon stupid enough to mess with his charge.

Abilities:

Angelic Essence: Uriel has total and complete mastery over his own body from its basic functions to its more complex inner workings. His body’s combative traits like speed, strength, endurance, agility and more have fall into the lower Seraph range of power. Enough to handle most surface demons and some low level hellions well enough. Anything at Warden or beyond gives him great difficulty, mainly problematic due to his lacking experience with any such being.

Fluid manipulation: He can manipulate his own blood and other fluids, from eye to plasma, to make them increase their flow speed or lower it. This can increase his stamina and reflexive reaction well beyond human measures or slow it.



Tissue Manipulation: Able to control his living tissue, he can create multiple effects, both offensive and defensive, which give him an edge over most inexperienced battle angels who arrogantly believe they can outmatch him due to age.



Protein/Bone Manipulation: By stiffing or changing the structure of key proteins, Uriel can lengthen his nails into slight claws a few inches out of his fingers, increase the cones within his eyes, alter key useful organs, and even turn his hair into stiff, quill like weapons.



Equipment:

Main weapon: Uriel has a simple, yet effective guisarme as his weapon of choice. It has a reach of about ten foot and enables him to strike out at demon from a safer distance then a sword or dagger. However, it’s not without its flaws as he needs both hands to handle it effectively usually forcing him to wear leather gauntlets on his upper arms for farther protection.

Secondary weapon: As a backup weapon, Uriel also has a more modern yet distasteful 9mm handgun. Fully loaded and a modern tool of the era, he’s not fond of using it though when it comes to life and death, a warrior can’t be picky when it comes to protecting his charge. Namely at any costs.

Bio:

Like many of his angel brothers and sisters, Uriel has been born over and over throughout the ages since Heaven’s gate fell and the surface has been come their new home. Many of his lives have began and ended the same way, some never achieving much while others gained untold glory, though this is the life before he decided to edge into regression. It is the present life which holds the most meaning and will set his path, having the most influence due to his experiences and altering his views on the Council.

Like all angels, he was taken from his family at the tender age of 13 and initiated into the Council’s system for their kind. It was simple back then. He was placed under Remiel Hunter, his mentor and a Senior. Remiel taught him much due to his approach with hands on experience and harsh teaching, often pushing Uriel pass his breaking point even when went beyond Remiel's duty and right. Many of the other Seniors thought Remiel rode Uriel far too hard though few were willing to say it to his face. These physical lessons mingled alongside the Council’s schooling, Uriel learning the angel’s roles to protect humanity and destroy the demonic scum plaguing the world. Sadly little of the book learning stuck due to arrogance and pride, traits obtained thanks to his mentor. It was true when none were surprised when he turned out as he did: a perfect killing machine. It was the fate of all battle angels after all.

It was during his Senior year, Uriel gained his own younger classman to train. The boy's name was Samuel Tyrus and while a bit too scrawny and thin, the boy had potential when Uriel applied the same methods as were taught onto himself. It seemed he would see the boy succeed, but neither could've predicted it wouldn't come to pass. During what supposed to have been a simple training exercise over surveillance became a bloody affair ending in Uriel seriously wounded and Samuel dead. Despite his grave mistake, he had managed to bring the student’s body back before it could’ve been consumed by demons, nearly costing his own life. It was the first and last student he would’ve had, refusing to repeat his mistake.

On graduating Uriel found himself back working alongside Remiel once more. It was their duty to watch over and protect an assigned section of Loom, keeping most the human inhabitants safe. His experience with surface demons grew and developed once more under Remiel’s guidance, the pair unmerciful and vicious in their protection against all demon kind. It was when he was 33 he witnessed the aftermath that transpired in 2014. It was when the monster nearly leveled Loom and rattled the Council’s worries, calling them all- including the black winged ones- to the building. Uriel learned several weeks later that the building was destroyed by a demon who consumed a few archangels and many of his kin, all because one angel was careless and enraged the bastard. Like a vulture it didn’t help the Kinslayer also managed to kill his fair share in archangel despite trying to stop the demon.

A year later, Judas’ war broke out tossed the whole crumbled structure back on its head. Though Uriel never knew any of the angels involved, there was rumors and some evidence, that a small group was trying to once more populate Heaven. Mostly refugees from what he knew though he wasn’t responsible for seeing them to safety or protecting their attempts. Angelic and demonic numbers fell rapidly due to Judas’ xenphobia, his will unyielding to any not human, resulting in casualties in the thousands or more on Hell’s gate breaking. Among it all, Uriel watched the worse and best in war while he fought to survive among his brethren. It was during one rebellion attempt that he lost his eye and his faith in the Council. An angel, young and black winged, had came back wounded and bleeding, her wings in such a mess that flight was impossible. Unknowingly in her recklessness, she was leading a pack of gate killers right to their encampment. Naturally due to the prejudice given to Remiel by the Council, the older angel lashed out in a rage at his fellow angel believing she had betrayed them then left her to die slowly. Uriel showed mercy against his idol’s reason, resulting in Remiel taking his eye, and finally snapped the dark angel's neck, allowing them both to flee undetected by the gatekillers.

That event rattled Uriel’s usually strong faith in the Council, resulting in his separation from Remiel and carving his own way through the war. It was during one of his personal explorations did he come across Gabe, a terrible excuse for a clairvoyant he had ever seen. The angel was hiding in a crumbling bunker and been with him ever since. It didn’t help only one fourth of the population of angels currently lived through the genocide inflicted during the war.

Name: Emmet Zeke Matthews

Alias/Nickname:There’s only 1 nickname he answers to and that's EZ (pronounced Easy) given to him by his younger sibling.

Age: 27

Race: Human

Appearance:



Emmet is a human with average built and height of 5’ 6” making him shorter than most men in his line of work under Darius, one of the few Casino owners running Kenan. On his body are a number of scars, most faded to the point they are nearly gone and are in various places, though he’s managed to keep his hands and face almost flawless. After suffering so many broken bones, wounds and injuries Emmet has developed a knack for working through pain as well as healing the fastest a human can.

Emmet tends to be rather sharply dressed because his boss tends to believe his best workers’ appearances, even the ones behind the scenes, reflect back upon him. Thus for this reason, Emmet wears a white embroidered dress shirt with a propped up collar and large dress jacket with an insignia and decorations as seen in the image. The ring is a family heirloom from a past he merely remembers in passing, unable to give it up because of the sentimental value it holds for him. When in high emotion or thinking, Emmet tends to display his age old habit of smoking thus during his job, he’s usually seen with a lite cigarette already between his lips.

Social Status: Emmet is considered a lapdog (underling) however he’s not just a mere thug as his accomplishments have aided his reputation, making it clear he knows how to do his jobs and do them well. He tries not to directly tie himself to any certain groups but since Darius owns him, Emmet knows when Darius wants him to bark, he should, figuratively speaking.

Connections:

Family

Olivia Matthews-His younger, thirteen year old step sister who shares the same father and has drawn a certain sense of responsible from him. In her presence, he only shows the warm, 'angelic' and carefree brother who would do anything for his family’s well-being. The darker part she's never seen tends to be his more cold and icy personality, the side where he puts on a mask to do his job and does what he’s told no matter what.

Darius- Ex-casino owner, unofficial Kenan order enforcer in his own turf and a Kitsune demon. Other then that and hearing a tidbit about his origins being from Hell, Emmet knows little about the Kitsune's past. The demon and him has a vicious dislike of each other, a fact that is well hidden from his younger sister, as Darius is the cause of his current mess.

Juan-A mysterious human turned demon within Darius’s employment and been an unwanted mentor for Emmet after his powers started to emerge at age 22. Juan’s tastes tend to lean towards male companions and his preferences are shown very clearly in his subtle hits on Emmet, who he knows is completely straight. Despite that, Emmet trusts the demon since Juan has pulled his ass out of the fire enough to earn that much.

General Activity: During his work within Darius’s employment, Emmet started off as a package runner delivering goods and news for the fox early in his days. This progressed into becoming one of Darius' enforcers, charged with keeping order and killing the riffraff which has made him a hitman of sorts. Emmet’s both either worked alone or with a variety of Demons or Angels under Darius’s employment. In the last five years his main partner has been Juan.

Abilities:

*Note: Until recently, since he was 22, Emmet had only been able to access Dehydration and that was to a weak degree. Now his magic power and range has increased to three key areas which are earth based as he uses his Essence to reach out and manipulate it in a 3 yard (9 foot) radius all around him without the magic weakening. The farther the distance, the less power it has because it stretches his Essence’s range to its limit while the shorter the range then stronger it is.

Farther more, he’s only able to do one magic at a time due to inexperience. When switching from one to another, say Earth Manipulation to Dehydration, then all affects from the prior magic active instantly ceases. This means Puppets or other creations crumbles and Quakes stop to perform the other type of magic.

Earth manipulation: Due to the versatile nature of his ability to mold the Earth and like elements which are connected to it (Like natural metals, stone, and like), this magic is divided into three basic areas of what he can do with it. This is in no way a completely different ability but rather aspects of what is possible within this one magic. There is one note of importance: the more multitasking Emmet does then the weaker the effects and creations become. For example if he’s got a Puppet out and tries to direct a Quake then the Quake would be weaker than if he casted it alone, in addition the Puppet's abilities are weaker also.

Name Quake: Forcing his Essence in a focus point, his foot or hand, Emmet can stomp into the ground and send a shockwave though the earth itself. Depending on the concentration and his intentions, Emmet can make the effect center either on a single target at a distance to create a fissure right under their feet or a wide range effect that can send any land bound creature within a 9 foot radius flat on their ass.


Name Earth Puppet: Able to shift earth into a creature of any shape or size, Emmet can either fight alongside or send his creation to fight for him. However this thing is a single command based being with only enough intelligence to carry out its duty independently in a fight and be a combat-able opponent for normal foes.


Name Mold: Similar to Earth Puppet, this aspect of Earth Manipulation isn’t forced on creating a Puppet that can act independently but rather changing the Earth elements around into items or different terrain. Effects can range from creating a rock wall to block an attack direction at him or one of his allies to creating quicksand right under the feet of his foe.


NameTerra Skin: Using his Essence, Emmet can change physically his skin from flesh. He merely has to touch and absorb something Earth based, like non-artificial metal, stone, clay, sand or the like, in order to activate it. His body takes on traits of the material including the strengths and weaknesses.


NameDehydration: Emmet’s Essence can take away water within a body of his target, absorbing like the desert sands does water. Items can easily be dried out, turned brittle or dust depending on how much water is within them. This ability is rather painful as it not only dries out the skin, but also the muscles, nerves, blood and bone around where his hand or hands are touching. Skin to skin contact is fastest while clothing, depending on toughness and thickness, can slow it down by taking the effect’s damage instead.


Equipment:

Guns and Roses: A handgun and knife set, named by Olivia, give as one of Darius’s ‘gift’ for his birthday. Personally, it was a rather bitter gift in his option and it reminded him who held the bargaining chip in his loyalty and what he was forced to do to keep her safe. The pistol is a normal and average, pure black in coloring until you get down to the handle where Darius's symbol lies in bright ivory and the handle’s bottom is lined by gold. The knife has silver in the blade only as a rose carved with intertwining vines spanning up and down the whole handle below the hilt.

Personality: Like Mairyell's teenage agony years, it seems, lol. Hope Yosh appreciates the joke here! :p

Biography:

Emmet’s first really taste of bitter reality happened when he was eleven years old. His mother died as a result of a disease and in her wake left a mourning husband and son. He never got over it and that bitterness grew into a hollow feeling, his heart heavy and aching until his stepmother came into his life. The woman, Olivia's mother, was a childhood sweetheart that ended up marrying before his father and had the nerve to ask after Emmet's mother passed. For the next two years before Olivia’s birth they had bonded like a son and stepmother should’ve, namely since his father was continuously away for most of his life. Unknown even to his new wife, Mr. Matthews worked for a Demon named Darius as the hit man called The Coroner because every time he was sent, he leaves a body with a rose calling card in crossed over hands. Very few people know this, save for Darius and the dead victims, connection but if someone was to start investigate then likely the answer wouldn’t be so hard to uncover…sadly, it’s also a chance one would attract some unwanted attention.

For the year following to his eighteenth birthday were normal, his life average and free mostly of the struggles within what served for Kenan’s middle class. His mind focused on living his life and moving out, Emmet never knew his father’s bargain with Darius. The very bargain eliminating him from forced employment commonly offered by Darius and caused a domino effect that sent Emmet’s life spiraling out of control. Darius himself, escorted by his own hired hands came to his house to deliver the grievous news about Mr. Matthew’s untimely death. It was sound blow on Emmet which signaled the jackal to make his offer of a lifetime employment taking up his father’s void. Naturally things went sour the moment Emmet refused.

The Demon still aimed to collect his desired debt with or without the man’s permission.

Things turned ugly quickly, Emmet’s temper flared when he saw Darius’s frown, a quick hint to his true venom before one of his men turned to snatch a four year old Olivia. His step mother’s first instinct was to step between the monster and her daughter, a deadly idea in the end. The lower demon backhanded her with extreme force, sending her head against the table with a loud snap to end her life. It happened quickly and before Emmet could consider his action or their effect, his hand was already snapped up his switch blade and swiped at the nearest demon: Darius. His wrist was immediately caught in the Demon’s hand but not before he had managed to slice a thin, red line upon Darius’s fur. The demon seemed as surprised as he was for a moment. Olivia was crying in the background while the two stared at each other for too long. Finally Darius gestured for one of the thugs to remove his sister from the room and wait for him outside in the car, the man’s hand jerked only to feel Darius’s grip tighten in warning and painfully.

Once she was gone, Darius broke his wrist in one movement. Emmet’s scream filled the room even when the Demon pulled him in closely to warn him that if he did anything stupid then his sister would die horribly and her corpse placed at his door step. The last thing he was told, his arm cradled his wrist, staring after the bastard who took his sister was to wait to be contacted in a week.

From that point onwards, Emmet worked up from the lower ranks as a runner in Darius’s operation. In his early years, he ran packages, delivered messages and information and money collections for vandalism protection. All this time he was being blackmail by Darius’s threats over his little sister so he never failed a job. From time to time, usually on his time off, Emmet got to spend time with his sister both in public and Darius’s private residence. Always under mocking eyes. Emmet knew no matter where he and Olivia were, they were always being watched closely by Darius’s minions and others. Just in case he ever tried to make a break for with his sister. His magic didn’t appear until he was 22, Dehydration and a weak magic it was, only able to weaken the hand into a slight mummified appearance. That was enough to disarm his target while he left his mark, ending the man’s life. Things started to change and not for the better.

He started to edge into enforcing Darius' law and that’s when he was assigned to work with a demon, Juan. The blunt of the killing depending on Emmet while he learned the best ways to kill Angels to Werewolves, mostly by trial and error, and Juan's sole task was to keep him alive after things go sour. Needless to say, it’s not hard to realize where half his scars and wounds came from. If it wasn’t for Emmet’s magic and Juan's training over the years, it was unlikely he would've it to his next birthday after his magic appeared.

Speech Color: CadetBlue

Name: Olivia Alice Matthews

Alias/Nickname: Olive (Despite Emmet knowing the fact she hates nicknames and think she’s too old for one)

Age:13

Race: Human

Appearance:



Olivia’s height is 5’5” and weights at 112 pounds, her built slightly twig like and frail looking for someone her age. Most might see her as a delicate little thing but she is far from it. Her skin has a rosy cream color to it and her eyes seemed to cast slight innocent within them, giving them a soft glow. She normally has some type of flower within her light orange hair as a small token from her Uncle or Emmet. Olivia likes her haircut short.

Her outfit is usually what most teens her age wear and dependent on the weather. One of her favorite’s outfits is a colorful, ruffled tank top and either white shorts or slightly worn jeans, ending in blue jean tennis shoes. A pair of sunglasses is clipped to the tank top’s shallow v neck.

Social Status: Currently she is the unofficial adopted daughter of Darius, a Kitsune demon, who is one of the most powerful casino owners within Kenan. So she’s rather well off for a bargaining chip.

Connections:

Family

Emmet Matthews-Her 27 year old brother.

Darius Cain- A Kitsune demon, she calls the demon ‘Uncle Darius’ and acknowledges him as her current caregiver.

Aeris Kasio- Mother/sister, Aeris pretty much helped Darius to raise her.

Known Strangers

Juan- Unlike Emmet, she’s only met Juan ever so often and usually when Darius is around. She doesn’t know much about the demon. Only that he started to appear after Emmet’s 22th birthday, around the time Emmet's magic appeared, but according to Uncle Darius he’s there to help Emmet in his job. It doesn't help his presence gives her the creeps whenever she's found him...looking smugly at her brother, a shiver of knowing he's hiding something.

General Activity: She’s tasked with learning at the Kenan's Private Girl's School and living her life as an average pre-teenager. Every other weekend, Emmet tends to pick her up and visits for long hours on end.

Abilities:

Name Essence Retrace: Unknown to Emmet or even Darius, Olivia has been keeping a deep, dark secret. An ability which started to appear a year ago and only has grown in strength in recent months. Able to sample the Essence of any object, Olivia can slowly piece together its history and where’s been from the item’s point of view. From everyone's who's held to the places it's been, limited only by what was within its view, she'd can witness as far back as the items 'birth'.


She can will learn more magic depending on the development of her current one.

Equipment: No weapons or armor.

Personality: Every Mairyell copy needs a mini Aeris... :P

Biography:

For as long as Olivia remembers, Darius has been her caretaker. A father and guardian, her unnatural edginess since she was four long had faded or merely sealed away, as he raised her within his own home. Darius had told her father was killed in a car crash, and mother, in a home invasion, while he was delivering his condoles for their father’s death. Darius said Emmet resented him because he sent their father out which explained the animosity between her brother and Darius, even when they tried to hide it behind closed doors. Emmet unable to provide proper care, Darius had said he felt it was his duty to ensure she was taken care since he felt responsible for her father's death.

Since she was young, Olivia merely went with the follow of things. Darius insisted, despite her protests, that she was home schooled though she suspected it was more because of loneliness then the one sided argument he believe it would be in her best interest. When she hit about eight, he finally gave in to her reasoning and allowed her to attend Kenan Private All Girl's School where she ended up with a small group of friends. Despite her experience with the better life within the city, she is a common and average girl her age.

It started a year ago when her ability kicked in. A friend had bought a thrift shop item, a jewelry box, which seemed to be made from wood and ivory. It was too pretty for her not to touch and the moment she did, a strange and powerful feeling had swallowed her up. Though that touch she saw the item’s whole history from the time it had been fashioned by the kind crafter, delivered as a gift and finally used as the murder weapon, bashing in some poor teenage's face just before it ended up in a thrift shop. Needless to say, Olivia was pale while she told her friend to return it. Since then, she’s been rather careful of what she touches.

So far, neither Emmet nor Darius knows about her ‘gift’ as she doesn’t think they would understand what it’s like. Or worse, believe it was inside her head. It wasn’t easy and a few close calls happened when it became stronger but now, she discovered a way to prevent it from happening. Namely by covering her hands with her gloves that have little to no negative history acts as a buffer against anything she touches, at least with her hands were he ability is most focused at. There have been a few instants before, namely with items filled with a violent or strong emotional history that she can't seem to be able to stop when she forgot her gloves. During these moments, to the name eye she appears to be seizing uncontrollably like the source is shocking her with a high voltage charge until it's complete or it's pried from her fingers.

Speech Color: Skyblue

Name: Darius M. Cain

Alias/Nickname: Ex-Casino Owner, Kenan Enforcer, Fox

Age: 289

Race: Demon



Appearance:


height- 5'10”
weight- 156 lbs.

Social Status: Ex-Casino Owner and well known for keeping order within his turf as well as Kenan time to time.

Relations:



Pact holder- Szayeis (unknown/confirmed)
Family bonded- Aeris and Olivia (adopted daughters)
Employment- Emmet, Juan (ex)
Associates/Allies- Lily, Hazumi
TBA

Abilities:

Natural traits

Essence Scent: Able smell Essence, though he can't determine everything about an opponent. What he can determine is if they are stronger then himself, gender, race, where they might've been recently and even possibly if their magic has an elemental theme to it.

Passive





Name Regeneration: Like some races of demons, Darius has the passive ability to mend his wounds both in and out of combat continually. Since he lacks strength on pare with most demons his age, his kin are best known for their durability and difficulty in killing. Minor wounds like scratches and usually only a few inches deep will heal in less then a second. Wounds and gashes deeper as deep as few inches takes less then 2 while penetrated organs, broken bones, and vast areas of serious damage will take under 5 seconds.



Name Telekinesis: Darius can do many things with this magic as its strength relies more in flexibility. He can create barriers by shifting large amounts of air and particles in front of him, shielding him from physical attacks to manipulating objects in his surroundings. He can easily toss a object whose weight is at least one ton and toss it accurately for five meters from his position. However, hitting is another matter. Levitation, push and pull, bind in place, manipulating, and even exploding an object that is within his eyesight. At his current level he can explode objects made of concrete rather easily though those along the caliber of steel is much harder.



Name Minions: Fox like creatures that are made from a related element to the current pact holder. Due to Darius' pact with Szayeis, the Western Lord, his minions take on a shadowy appearance and seem to have traits close to the breed of demons called Nightwalkers. Namely the ability to materialize out of shadows, shape shifting and some measure of intelligence. They are able to act independent, their minds are more like obedient and loyal animals, while taking telepathic commands from Darius.



Name Essence Share: This ability, once activated, can be used to send essence through the pact they share. Darius or Szayeis can pour a continual or selective amount to one or the other over a set distance. This boost can increase the energy of the other which can increase their own reserves for use, much in the same way adrenaline does for humans.



Personality: Some things are left unsaid.

Biography

Darius was born on the surface as a result of an attack on a teenage couple, the female the only survivor. Believed raped in the event she decided to carry the infant within her to term then give it up, a choice that would end her life and start his nightmare. When he was born, he ended up clawing his way out, being nothing more then a mewling little kit in Loom's back alleys. He was brought into a foster girl's abusive home, hidden and kept to be her secret friend. It was happily his most cherish memories despite the violence he watched in the name of 'love'.

He matured into a eight year old version of himself after those two years ended. He managed to return the love for the girl by ripping out her foster parent's throats, accidentally killing her during the conflict then vanishing into the world alone. All he carried was the very name she gave him: Darius. Her little Darius.

Years in the streets taught him to be quick and smart, avoiding being killed or eaten, as he managed to outlast the world. Mentally he aged yet there was physically little change while he scrounged around for new hiding places, all the time seeking someone who wouldn't devour him long enough to create a pact. A scream, panic scrambling and more caught his curiosity causing him to ignore his instincts to flee. In moment a nine tailed Kitsune snarled at the boy, his eyes gleamed with wicked delight, while his clawed hand took hold of Darius' neck scruff then hauled him off to hell.

His next four years were spent in damp, sticky, and rather alive place called the Wildlands. It was a game of cat and mouse, which his father, as he was told later, stalked Darius out for sport. Like he seemed to have done for many demons. Within that time, his human form was lost and all that remind was a monster. The day the Western Lord came was the day Darius had become rather careless, Tagaki's jaws finally found him and started to slowly devour the boy. He was still dangling from the maw when they both felt Szayeis approach. Chewed down to his upper torso and one mangled arm, Darius watched the two clash when the beast dropped him for the new prey, who seem rather amused. It was this point on that Szayeis raised Darius as his adopted son, less then a year later creating a pact with the mysterious figure that would last well beyond his childhood. He learned about his home during escaping Szayeis' lessons, spending time exploring and interacting with the residents, while his nature usually drove him right back to the Chimeric Citadel.

Szayeis seemingly expecting him each time.

During his surface years, he was involved with Kenan's early beginnings. A bustling, sleepless city whose future would nothing but sin, he clawed his own path into its territory and these actions would bring him into casino owner status later on. He drew respect not only from demons but humans as well, some angels even. Throughout his accomplishments Darius had visited his old home a few times where he would stay a month or longer, depending on when he could convenience Szayeis to return him home. Even with his agenda, Darius had kept tabs on the Western Lord whenever he learned about his surfacing from Hell so it was little surprise that the incident in Loom hadn't reached Darius' large ears. He also met a young Aeris who he grew fond of the more he spend time with her, a fact Szayeis used against the both of them.

During the Judas War, he tried to protect and combat Judas and his sword by defending Kenan. He managed, barely, to unit most the residents and the casino owners to keep the Gate Killers at bay. A small win compared to the death toll. When the war ended, it left scars causing him to leave his position as a casino owner much to everyone's surprise. Many stilled questioned the motives behind it. Several changes happened over those years from Szayeis' disappearance to Lily and Hazumi's academy, even helping Aeris coupe with being introduced to the surface.

Emmet's bloodline had been employed in his enforcement as peace keepers in his turf, this matter drew a stranger to his door with a particular interest in the family linage. His first instinct was to chase Juan Barrette away yet the an interested him, namely when he spoke of Emmet's bloodline being unusual. It wasn't until Liam had been attacked by a vampire did Darius allow Juan to come under his employment, mainly to learn why his enforcer hadn't been turned into one. Each time a new male child showed a magical trait, Darius was to pair them off with Juan and allow the two to work together. Many times Juan had kept his projects alive save for Raiden, Emmet's father.

When should've been a simple contract, twisted into something worse. He blamed himself really for bring a blood thirsty vampire, an over zealous 'ex'-killer, who ended up backhanding the woman and managed to snap her neck when he mistaken one of Darius' gestures for another. Next he knew Emmet had sliced him, ready to end it only to be stopped by his hand. At that point he had started to grow an admiration toward the boy which, with help from his sister, would develop into something like love. In end, he ended up adopting the young girl as his own. Later on, he ended up bring Aeris, who after a heated conversation, helped him to raise the child.

For now, he's content, but things are changing. He can feel it.

Speech Color: Silver

Name: Lillian Quarin

Alias/Nickname: Lily

Age: 800 (give or take some years...)

Race: Demon


Appearance:



Height- 5'11''

Social Status: Currently the Principle/Headmaster of Melody's Academy of Fine Arts.

Connections:

Family

Rex~ Spouse, the only one that keeps tight rein over her heart.

Students/Teachers

Thomas Finch
Reates Saerne
Aeris Kasio
Samantha Rule
Iris
Ian Synder
Timore Scarborough
Olivia Matthews

Associates

Szayeis~ Currently, the pair are on rather ill terms after the event with Maroon and even more bitter as the Angel hadn't gotten in contact with her since. A fact she's moved on from and left behind, thanks to her Spouse. If any fragment of friendship could be salvaged from then, it would have to come from Szayeis' end as she doesn't aim to repair broken bridges.

Hazumi~ The Essence, as Lily calls her, currently is in a mutual if not reluctant working relationship. All tools need a master after all and while Lily loathes the idea, it was better then leaving the Essence to wander freely or risking another incident like Judas' War.

Darius Cain~ She knows he's in a pact with Szayeis, though his motives for being with the Western Lord is still a mystery to her. He first contacted her to Hazumi's intentions to reopening the Academy and even mediated their conflict while they came to a bitter agreement.

Others

Solus Grim~ Due to Maroon's involvement, she was sent to contact and deliver a message to the Bounty Hunter. Instead she ended up bring the man straight to Maroon as well end up getting her out of there before her life trickled away.

Abilities:
Passive-Traits
Sound Connection~ To say Lily has a knack for sound and music is an understatement of her abilities and talent even as a Siren. She can tell the tempo, pitch, vibration, direction and more simply by just listening to a source of sound, especially if its manufactured, recorded or natural. There is no sound that can elude her attention from the smallest breath to the loudest, sound barrier crack, which can have many perks to avoid being ambushed or deceived. Naturally she can also mimic an individual's voice by adjusting her essence within her vocal cords and box to make an almost flawless copy. Currently she's been practicing throwing her voice over extreme distances as well as smaller ones, aided by her magic, proving rather handy in keeping order in her school now without causing a scene.

Active
Name Siren Song: Her voice, when empowered with Essence, can influence the emotions when heard. She can pull an individual anywhere from joy to fear with the melody of her voice, giving her an edge in tense situations. Though beings that are stronger will take longer to influence, especially angels and demons, which can easily allow them to silence her voice, ending the effect. Her magic starts low and subtly while it grows in power the longer she sings, filling the air and affecting all those who can hear her.


Name Siren Scream: Putting her Essence into her voice, Lily can turn up her voice's volume and direct it at an individual or small group. Depending on the proximity, the voice's power could explode eardrums to stunning her enemies and tearing up her surroundings from cracking concrete to knocking targets off their feet, power dying out the farther her target is from her location. The more breath she gathers before release, then the longer her range becomes during the attack until the breath ends.


Name Hot n' Cold: Lily can influence the temperature within her surroundings by changing the sound vibrations she emits from her body. Heating up merely means increasing the friction in the air which could result in setting things, people or herself on fire allowing her punches to pack more heat then normal. One of her preferred tactics is centering them in her hands then flickering a blaze of flames in her foe's direction like a flame thrower or engulfing her whole body, only lighting on fire the air around her for a limited time due to the fact she needs air to breathe or else she'll suffocate.

Cold is the opposite and all Lily needs to do is to slow the air and let it start to freeze. In moments the temperature can drop to below freezing and colder, allowing icicles to form within the affected area and breath to fog over the longer she continues the effect. She can all focus her cold into her touch, the air or even send ice spikes at her target if needed and keep a distance should close range combat provide too dangerous.



Personality ...I'm gonna be honest, I'm skipping this frickin' part as I hate it.

Biography

Lily was a succubus and the second youngest of four fraternal quadruplet sisters, all heirs to Hell's Southern throne. Out of all her sisters, she lacked the motivation and desire to take up the throne but still, she was taught to fight since all the girls would be pitted against each when they came of age. It wasn't a secret Lily was the most pleased when the youngest, Daiyrisa, was discovered to possess the powers of Sedusa. No longer needed to fill a role she never wanted, Lily enjoyed the life she wasn't able to have before while her sister learned to rule.

Being a Succubus had its perks as she did what her kind did best, easily gathering essence from those foolish to show their weak underbelly to her. It had its moments and on the path of her fun, Lily had crossed paths with Szayeis. What started out as curiosity turned into closer association of chaotic proportions, one of intimidation and slight trust. She is one of the few people who know and has seen what he can do to an individual and likely more. She never knew when her life turned into ashes from the sweet nectar she had once loved, save that she found herself entering into the surface the first chance she got.

It was there she encountered a tamer angel. Red haired, graceful white wings and cocky strut, he had ensnared her heart which might explain why she kept flirting in and out of his many lives. The first time they were a pair of cocky teenagers who tested their abilities, limits and combat skills against anyone who crossed their path. There was danger and she even sent him to stand before a speeding car where his body was broken, left bleeding out. It was here he spoke her deepest desires, vowing to make them come true. She was relieved when he was able to be saved through the doctors and time itself. When he died of old age, he finally granted her freedom and even a job at the local library where she rarely encounter the angels or demons. There she spent a hundred years hidden away from the world while she seemed to change on the inside. Her succubus' tenancies had started to faded somewhat compared to when she emerged onto the surface.

Her passion for music and the emotions likely had stirred her evolution beginnings, and like any artist, filled her finger tips in her career to become a violinist. There was no one that didn't feel her love for her talent or few would pay for a piece of her soul's work. A right that was reserved for few individuals. Over the course of a great many decades, she had met him off and on again. Once as a cocky teenager who tried to make her plaything. Another a inner, turmoil student who she aided in avoiding the Council's attention. This last encounter stuck out most because in the end, his parents were bitten and became werewolves resulting in the Council raising him. It seemed like fate the little bird would never be free in the end. When he finally recalled his former lived, he apologized for his behavior which he proved was genuine when he helped her into protection status and principle of the school she had been feeding off. There was only one condition: she was to work for them. It might've not settled well with her, as she wasn't anyone's bitch, but it would protect her from angels, demons and even humans for the time.

Working at Master Melody's Academy had helped her to advance to a Siren over the following years since she was first introduced to it. She was frightened when Maroon, the tamer's latest lifetime, approached her during the events of Loom. Things went down hill from there while the seraph tried to unravel a mystery, her school the source of a massacre and then the cluster fuck between Szayeis and Maroon. The last person she expected to save her from it was Solus Grim, a disgruntle and antisocial bounty hunter who ended up scooping her then rushing out of Maroon's upper story mansion window. She owed him enough favors after and in her temper, took off. Naturally she just went in hiding after the massacre as a year later, Judas tore the world apart for 20 or so years. It was during those hellish years she met Rex, a chimera, in one of the refugee camps. She, among several demons, angels, chimeras and rare humans, had sought to escape Judas' genocide while they fled to Kenan. They fell in love and been together ever since, later on happily married. The war also introduced her to Darius, the Kitsune who held a pact to Szayeis, and his efforts against Judas.

It was shortly in the war's end when Darius contact her again. He had retired from his casino role and heard her school had been reopened causing her curiosity to stir. When she learned of the Essence's involvement, another long age war nearly broke before Darius stepped in and finally convinced the two it was better to work together. To this day, Lily still questions his decision to get involved as she worked to temper the Essence into something salvageable. Most would call her prejudice with her preference for humans and the reason she believed the fragments should've represent musical instruments which was much easier to learn to manipulate as it was something she was familiar with.

So far the arrangement has worked though in Lily's opinion just barely.

Speech Color: PaleVioletRed

Character you have created: Racheli Lorna Desdemona

Alias: Rach, nick by her friends

Speech Color (Actually say what you're using, don't go "Like this", or what not): indianred

Character Alignment: Walking the Line

Identity: N/A, future- Unknown

Character Personality (Give information on how your character acts, what he/she believes in, how they handle situations):

Racheli is an independent and strong individual, mainly in personality. To those who have managed to get by her defenses and befriend her, she's a deeply loyal and protective friend who will risk life and limb for their safety. Though helping them achieve their goals is another matter altogether because if she doesn't like something, she won't hesitate to let you know in a blunt and often thickly sarcastic way. Rarely does she ever pull punches to spare someone's feelings when it comes to something completely stupid. Most believe she is a short tempered woman, who hates receiving charity. Often she'll reply to these with sour looks and scoffing off the attempts as they are given. Granted when it comes to solid logic she can't argue with, Racheli is known to yield some times but it doesn't mean she's happy about. So expect her sore loser to show.

To strangers and acquaintances, she some times comes off as cold and closed to becoming friends at first. While she will act like a human being and interact when talked to, don't expect to gain any personal information about her situation or thoughts. Trust is difficult to earn though just words.

Just like with many of her habits, she acts first and thinks about the consequences later. This traits worsens when her temper is flared. She never thinks about what comes out of her mouth save that it might end up hurting the one they are targeted at. Once it is all said and done, she some times realizes too late she had crossed a line. Despite her flaws, she does have some positive aspects to her personality besides her protective nature to her friends. Though she tries to hide it, Racheli does have strong sense of justice which is why she tries not to think too hard about others problems. The more she knows, the easier it is to get personally involved and that can cause problems for her.

Motivation/Fear

She is driven to never to become like her father, fearing that once she finally takes a life then the desire would become addictive and impossible to stop. Like a drug addict hooked on the strongest drugs. She lacks trust she will never fall that far and is continually on alert, holding back her aggression until it can be released in a better way. Some times, if it's bottled up too long, she becomes irritable. It doesn't help she's plagued by nightmares and every time she manages to draw blood, her heart races and cries for more. The high it causes is rather difficult to ignore though she stubbornly refuses to yield to it...

Uniform/costume:



Origin Info/Details:
Racheli's Medical and Back ground

Race-Caucasian
Sex- female
Age- 28 years
Eye color- Green
Blood type- AB+
Built- Lean and muscular.
Height- 5'9”
Weight- 159 lbs.
Status: Unknowingly she's infected by some alien microscopic organism which is slowly altering her DNA. Earlier in the arc, it's killing her like others but at some point her brain pattern shifts and reverses the process. Racheli is currently, unknown to those who first discovered it, is the only survivor who has properly adapted as a host.

• Stage one~ 5 hours after activation.
  
  • Slight hue change in her blood coloring making it a darker red but other than that, nothing different.
  • Minor, brief and sporadic headaches followed by muscle soreness during too much movement.
  • Slight discomfort in overly warm temperatures above 60 degrees and the higher the difference, the greater the discomfort. At temperatures ranging above the 100s, she is at risk of passing out if she spends longer than half an hour within the area.
  • Mucus has built up in her chest, causing her to make rattling coughs and have trouble breathing clear as if she has a chest cold. Drugs are only mildly effective and quickly are pushed through her immune system within an hour to two, despite the label claimed relief time.

• Stage Two~ 8 hours after activation
  
  • In addition to the more extreme color change, her body temperature has dropped and is now several degrees colder.
  • The headaches are now constant and longer, feeling like a hammer is striking her between the eyes. Pain shifted and seem to needle her joints, bones and tendons relentlessly even when she is completely still. This makes movements difficult but not impossible.
  • She can no longer tolerate any temperature above 40 degrees and anything above 50 will put her into a sweat then pass out, as if she had heat stroke. This usually occurs after less than half an hour within it.
  • Her coughs are rougher and currently been hacking up blood as well each time. A little bit at first but it becomes progressively worse, staining her lips and chin toward the ending stages.

• Stage Three (Final)~ 9 hours after activation- This stage is often fatal for the victim as no one has survived it.
  
  • Almost half her normal temperature, her blood, once a crimson red, has quickly turned completely black. In addition to the discoloration, it's also thicker and cold to the touch, like touching ice. The longer it is in contact with flesh, the warmer it becomes yet it will not change its color.
  • The pain has spread, setting every nerve and part of her on fire. It feels like every molecular inside her body is breaking apart at the lowest, most basis level which in truth... it is.
  • Black blood starts to leak from her eyes, mouth, and ears.
  • Unable to hold any liquids or food within her body for long periods of time.
  • Skin has become pale and voided of any color, shaking and stiff.
  • Exposure to heat or warm temperatures above freezing will cause her body to burn, patches of flesh darkening and appearing to be burning away from the inside out.

After surviving these symptoms, Racheli's vital signs will return to normal but some traits will remain.



Birthplace- Spring Hill, IN
Residence/Current Location- View Heights Apartment in Lost Haven, Maine
Occupation- Bartender (currently looking for new employment)/part time artist
Father- Micheal Garth (arrested and supposedly put to death)
Mother- Jackie Desdemona (deceased, murdered)
Aunt- Ruth Garth (deceased recently)

Racheli is a fighter when it comes to misfortune, her past reflects her struggles and the trial she's had to overcome. Born in Spring Hill, IN, to a teenage mother by the name of Jackie Desdemona, her father was unknown even among the tightly knit community they lived in during her first few months of life. Shortly afterwards they moved to Mannis, New York, a suburban area ideal to raise children and provided more opportunities for both of them. Things seemed to have been going well up until Racheli turned two. A mysterious man had came knocking at their door, engaging into a heated argument which escalated, resulted in Ms. Desdemona's murder and Rach's abduction. Despite months spent in searching for her, no one could find hair or trace of the daughter. In a few months all attempts were ceased, turning the murder and kidnapping case into a cold file.

Little did anyone know, Racheli's own abductor and mother's killer was none other than her own father, Micheal Garth. For the next six years, Racheli grew up in complete, blissful ignorance to what the man raising her had done. Her life was uneventful during the period her father used to wait out the heat caused by Jackie's death, interrupted only by continual moving, and to most he seemed like an ideal single father. In most ways he was. Images were deceiving and always will be in her mind when she discovered a dark truth about both her father and herself, deep within the Oregon wilderness. It was a yearly cabin trip, purely isolated save for a single road running straight through and stationed only a mile from their location. A few weeks in, she learned her father had been murdering women in the basement, specially designed for the grim task. Unable to escape fast enough, Rach was quickly pulled into the bloody event leaving her scarred and forever in conflict with herself. It was here she learned something twisted about herself: the enjoyment of inflicting pain and suffering.

Driven by selfish desire not to become him, she made her way down into the basement the next night and freed the woman. It was little surprise the victim was terrified of Racheli which only angered the little girl more as on the way out, they encountered Rach's father's furious figure. Thinking quickly, the child tugged the weakened woman toward the front door then to the upstairs with the man in their wake. Locking them inside her room, the girl helped the victim climb out of the window and down to the ground. From there, they made their way to the highway. Only Racheli made it as the woman died due to infection and blood loss in the girl's arms.

It was dawn the next morning when Racheli attracted a truck driver's attention when she nearly got herself ran over. Calling the police, the authorities found proof of her claims and a man hunt was issued for Micheal Garth. She learned he was arrested days later while using a faked credit card, placing him on trial and finally found guilt. He was placed up for the death penalty in a few weeks. Meanwhile Racheli was placed into a temporary foster home before a relative, her grandmother, retrieved her. Once again she was moved over state lines into Maine, where she would stay for several years.

In her teenage years, Racheli grew up in the suburban area in a small town just on the outer limits where she had gotten a rough reputation. For most people, they associated her with trouble because she tended to come off as aggressive and often used physical action to solve her problems. At thirteen she and a couple of kids broke into the local gym, but she was the only one caught. The police asked if the gym owner wanted to press charges, her mouth shut while she refused to rat out those with her, and had to take a double take when the old guy shook his head. Instead she received an ultimatum, either work to pay off the damages or go to jail. It was a losing battle so she chose the prior since it was the least restricting of the choices. Being around the gym while the boxers trained sparked her interest in the sport so when the guy offered to train her, on strict conditions, well, it was too good to pass up. Racheli trained to become a contender for the city tournament in the following years, becoming eighteen and reaching for the top thanks to her competitive drive. Like most turns in her life, things got in the way. Her grandmother became ill and forced Racheli to give up on her dream, taking two full time jobs while working off and on at the gym. Between working at the local grill and bar, Eden's Garden, and factory work, Racheli managed to prevent them being tossed out on the streets.

Over a three days ago, her grandmother mysteriously passed away in her sleep. Arranging the cremation and funeral, the last task left was to end the rental contract and dump her grandmother Ruth's ashes into the sea. It felt like it was best to make a new start and that was something Racheli intended to do. She's arrived in Lost Haven, Maine, just over an hour ago with her grandmother ashes. During the flight, it seemed she had caught something because she's been feeling weak and coughing sparingly.



Hero Type (Select one): Other-Host to an Alien Parasite/Virus (didn't quite fit Alien sadly...)

Power Level (Select one below):

Mentality: Street level (Her selfishness and fears force her to remain on the smaller scale of things)
Physical: Between Street and City Level (She has the potential to grow to the Cosmic level, but events, connections, and even character development in the IC can influence when/how/in what manner her mind will be in when that happens)
Emotionally: Street Level (Anymore, she’ll have a mental break down and kick someone’s ass...or the wall)

Powers (Be Specific):





~Metal manipulation: Racheli has the ability to control all metal, currently limited to metals she's came into contact with and those known on the Periodic Table on Earth. She's able to manipulate the metal into any shape or direction, even altering its strength, make it shift from solid to liquid, and change its original metal into another type like copper to steel. There's little she can do if she sets her mind and imagination to it which will be tested in the years to come. Though its strength still depends on her basic knowledge and experiences, she can be rather flexible when it comes to switching from offense to defense. Bullets that impact can mold and change, instantly breaking their shape apart as she adds them to her arsenal and turn it upon her attacker.

One of her most common tactics is shifting any metal she has access to into something like a liquid quick sliver which she can easily change at will and within seconds for a fast reaction to a threat. This liquid can be used like a whip to grip and ensnare, or have the sharpness of a katana and able to slice flesh, clothing and more. It can also detach into sharpen projectiles though used too often without replenishing will deplete the quick silver's volume over the battle's course. For defense, she can extend into a shield to protect herself should her foe attempt to counter her efforts.



~Magnetism: Unlike Metal Manipulation, this power focuses on magnetism and magnetic fields allowing Racheli to create, manipulate, and focus magnetism of certain forms. A few examples are sources like magnetoshere, magnetic materials, planetary, etc. This allows her to attract or repulse metal objects, enabling things from flipping metal trucks to walking up skyscrapers sides at ease and even creating force fields for bullets or other metal objects. In addition Racheli can create and sense magnetic field, everything from their flow, anything disrupting them (as in moving inside or influencing) and even shifts in power. To farther her influence over the fields, she can alter the ions changing between positive and negative enabling her attacks to have a little extra shock to them.



Combative Skills

~Boxing: At a young age, Racheli learned the basics about the art of boxing. To say she mastered it is impossible as that would imply she can't improve, a fact which isn't true, so her levels haven't peaked fully. Before she was forced to give it all up, her experience level lie within what her gym classed as a Prospect and a Journeymen in the sport. She had the talent, footwork and drive, but her experience lacked heavily and that was a factor which hurt her more then the rest. Even a poor athlete could be a decent boxer if they had the experience of a champ. Her skill level now resides in Tomato Cans level though it wouldn't take her long to raise to the level of Prospect or beyond with a reason and hard training, her body fully able to recall the rhythms, strikes, and more instinctively.



Telepathy: Due to inhabiting Racheli's body, the Alien is able to share its thoughts and mentally communicate with her as well as others. It can project itself in the real world-so long as Racheli is conscious- in the form of a projection, the image currently taken is her father's last known image. It's choice seemed to be to influence her into a desired path as it reminds her of what she is and could become, something she's not exactly pleased with. Beyond that, the organism hasn't shown any ability to affect the outside other than chose who it shares its image and conversation with. So it wanted to make her seem crazy, it is well within the being's ability to do so.



Attributes (Select one at each category):

Strength Level: Normal Human-10 tons

Speed/Reaction Timing Level: Normal Human- 20 MPH.

Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: 3 hours.

Agility: Normal Human- 5x

Intelligence: Average

Fighting Skill: Untrained

Resources: Minimal

Considering she just got into town a few hours ago, there's much much she can really do or say beyond having a place to stay for the moment.

Weaknesses:

Slow Progression

At the rp's start, Rach starts off as a normal, average human in the arc and will progress over IC. From her average status to her height and curvy figure, though it has its drawbacks, namely her rather small bust size. It will take months to progress if she rarely uses her abilities, but it will only take days to weeks after constantly using them. Her only notable traits that seems inhuman is her ability to take a serious beating and still get up against the odds, though the recover would be rather difficult. It doesn't mean she is superhuman or unable to be killed, but rather she has a strong will to force herself past her human limits. A factor that has served her well in her life time and made her ideal host for the Alien, at least besides her natural taste for violence and death.

Ashes to Ashes

Without the host, the Alien's structure and DNA has a weakness to light and heat which helped the scientists contain it so any blood samples will be destroyed when exposed to either of these two elements. By bonding with Racheli, the parasite/viral organism has eliminated its weakness to light due to her body creating a barrier against it but it is still susceptible to extreme temperatures of heat. Usually at this earliest stage, what is considered feverish would be enough to reset it and can place the Alien organism into temporary hibernation, making Racheli completely human as a result. Most times one would see immediate results but should her and the Alien's brain patterns sync, which will only occurs when Racheli gives into her killer instinct, that makes things slightly more complicated. Depending on syncing progresses' length, the effect can be immediate or range into minutes, rarely hours, before signs are showing the reset is taking hold. In this state her mind is confused and is under the deep influences of the Alien, risking her attacking others from civilians to more powerful beings in her weakness.

After being 'reset' and her body returns to its normal temperatures, then the Alien parasite will once more begin its growth again. Though it will take some time for it reach its prior levels, unless syncing brain patterns which would shorten the process.

Supporting Characters (Does your character have a significant other? A mother? Friend? Who are they, what do they have to do with your character?):

Will add as the RP goes on, though here's a few.

~Garret Shepherd: A friend from the other side of Maine and he was the one that set up Racheli's living arrangements, suggested this crazy idea as he contacted his cousin. Though Racheli was bitter about the help yet seeing no other option, she was forced to agree and keep an eye on her future roommate for him. She's currently on a plane to Lost Haven where said cousin is located and supposed to meet her at a local cafe called 'The Cozy Spot'.

Do you know how to post pictures on RPG boards?:


Yes, do I get a treat now?!? :P

Sample Post (Minimum Four paragraphs containing dialogue. As this is an Advanced Level game, Sample must also meet the RPG forum's minimum requirement of 12 lines):

“Hello? Anyone there?”

Racheli felt her voice echo back, the words filled with caution and uncertainty, before she opened the door farther. It made a loud, protesting creak at her push and heightened her awareness to full blown paranoia. Something wasn't right. She could easily tell that much when she edged farther in, instinctively keeping her hand still on the door while she moved deeper into the room. It took seconds to sense something or someone watching her enter while her eyes jerked upright. The green irises scanned the shadows, struggling to locate them and causing her to glare back, peeved who ever stood silently in the darkness didn't bother to make its presence known. Turning from corner to the next, nothing moved to her human eyes.

Seconds turned into minutes, and shortly the stillness of the place was making the fine hairs along her neck back rise in alarm. Like a frighten, her breath becoming shallower as died down in volume, a faint hope it would be enough to hide her presence. It was a ridiculous thought she realize when noting the only light source came from the door right behind her. The light spotlighted her and drowned her in its pure, cold light. In her mind's assumption, it seemed to scream for her to stay within the colorless patch. It kept her calm and safe. However it also felt...wrong, almost pure cold. No warmth or heat, nothing to make it anything else but ice. Deep in her core, it was a fact that disturbed her. The reason why though escaped Racheli, her eyes fixed by the instinct to darkness, desperate to identify what frightened her. What was there? Her mind screamed at her, blaming her for her short comings as cursed the thing's existence.

“Show yourself, damn it.” She mumbled under her breath. Already her hands tightened into fists and body hunched into a defensive posture, her eyes glared about at where the lurker might've been. The light's chill sent frozen razors into her flesh and seemed to pierce her insides, almost completely freezing inside her. This wasn't right. Her mind seemed to scream again and demanding, in an impossible way, for her to make it right somehow.

A child like giggle shattered the silence.

Immediately Racheli's body twisted, facing one side toward the direction and braced with her opposite. Her feet balanced on her balls, immediately giving her more mobility while she tried to balance. It was like clockwork because the moment her body lifted, her fists had came up in a familiar boxing stance ready to jab the living daylights out the thing fucking with her. Ba-bump..ba-bump...her heart leaped into her throat, settling there, as her eyes flickered back and forth. The darkness still again. She knew it was out there, sitting and waiting, unable to convince herself there was nothing there. Something, her instinct or whatever, told her something was there and no force in heaven or hell could convince her otherwise. Seconds seemed to turn into minutes, drifting into what felt like hours while her body stayed ridged in her stance. It didn't take long for her muscle to start aching and her figure to loosen a bit, unable to take it much longer.

“This is getting ridiculous...”Racheli muttered under her breath, cursing her twitchy nerves when slowly released her ready stance.

“You shouldn't be so quick to relax.”

Racheli's head whipped around late when the color silver flashed, darting at her middle. Her body tensed when a sharp pain erupted, her lips trickled blood causing her to look down. A knife, sharp and deadly, had nailed her between the ribs. The handle lightened by the light still pouring through the open door and seemed to dull all her senses, killing her off with its numbness. Racheli's fear clawed within her when she realized her couldn't feel anything. Her eyes pulled up and peered at her attacker, her right hand clasped over the embedded weapon while the other rested on the assailant's shoulder. All color drained from her face on seeing herself looking back. The eyes dark and crazed, tainted with a greed she knew well.

The woman's words were spoken in a male voice, very ones that haunted her since she was a child. “You're daddy's little girl after, aren't you?”

Racheli's eyes snapped open.

Her skin was drenched in sweat and head throbbing, her flesh the color of curled milk, from the nightmare. A shaky hand reached up to touch her temple while trying to cease the trembling. Hazily, her mind tried to recall her surroundings rapidly before she did something uncalled for. The first thing that came to mind was jumping out of her seat and bolting for the nearest exit, forgetting in an instant why she was here originally. Her heart jabbed her rib cage with each rapid beat and for a moment, she thought it was going to tear right out her chest and never calm down. The dream had been so vivid and real, her mind rattled just thinking about it. It had been a few years since she had that dream, explaining why it had scared the shit out of her. Her heart seemed ready to make a break for after the shock to her system and made her chest throb. Between her chest and head, something was bound to give as her fingers rubbing her temple for a bit. It took several minutes before the ache started to fade from her focus though, after finally realizing she was on a plane to Lost Haven, it didn't help the passenger in the side seemed to chainsawing down trees with deafening snores. She hoped this trip was going to be a freaking short one.

Appearance:


(I take no claim over the picture, just borrowing for reference for Helen...)

Helen’s built is rounded and short, her height reached up to five foot four and just an inch more with her boots usually adding the extra inch. When her hair is left off its normal bun, it settles a few inches below her shoulder and tends to grow wild around her dark green eyes. Helen tends to wear to types of fashion, formal and work related, the later also used for casual days as well.

The one above is an example of the more formal wear. However, her work outfit is much different and is her usual getup worn around the guild since its made of stronger materials and far more mobile when it comes to machinist or doctor work. Her lower half is dressed in a what seems to be a plain, leather skirt but when it is
hitch up and hook, it allows better mobility while keeping her modesty. After all, she’s not an evening woman (hooker) for any man to look up her dress and get his day made! For the top, Helen tends to borrow one of her husband’s shirts which she rolls up and ties around her elbows. When she’s in surgery, she tends to cover it over with a leather butcher’s apron so keep it from becoming too bloodied.

Name: Helen Govannon (maiden name: Rondell)

Age: 29

Guild Band: Neutral as she values the individual rather any single band, there’s not one guild member who hasn’t been treated or doesn’t know her.

Archetype: A fixer of man and machine (Aka, the doctor and machinist)

Backstory:

Helen’s life in her childhood was normal like any Varisie child as she grew up within the Rondell household, alongside her brother Eli. Her parents, Anthony and Catharine Rondell, were loyal soldiers to the military so spirits were a common thing to the pair which often led to misadventures into mischief. Naturally due to Eli being four years her senior, neither of their parents had noticed their young daughter’s natural knack for machines until Eli allowed it to slip one day during sword practice. That forever changed her fate.

A few weeks after her ninth birthday, Helen was introduced to an obscured but well respected relative, an Uncle Howard. The years that followed, she was practically raised by the renaissance type man as he shared his knowledge about machines, art, magic and later on, medicine. Eventually she rarely recalled his eccentric nature, no longer noticed by her continual contact, while began to hone her natural gifts into something that her homeland could benefit from. When she became older, Helen later became a part time worker at her uncle’s clinic while Eli trained with her parents, their bond still strong despite the lessening time they spent together. It was more obvious when Eli was recruited and left home. Still, Helen was stubborn when it came to keeping contact by sending constant letters, trinkets, and other package exchange during his absence.

Her focus was spent so much on keeping a bond between her brother and herself alive; Helen didn’t notice the danger so close to home. In the shadows and outside her knowledge, her uncle had slowly been driven insane by one of his older spirits. By the time she had discovered the behavior, it was too late and he attempted to kill her. The fight spread to the street and nearly ended Helen’s life until one of her Uncle's spirits, Ignis, stepped in. Knowing it was life or death, she naturally agreed to Ignis's pact conditions even while they were locked in combat. If not for his aid, she would've died a gruesome death. Shortly the Inquistors arrived and placed on trial. Barely found innocent, she was register following the incident and trained to become a summoner.

During those three years she gained three more spirits in addition to Ignis and due to her gender, she was decided a field medic was more fitting to her role within the field rather than her skills with machinery. Afterward she was placed within a unit and served the rest of her conscription requirement. It gave her a taste of combat and blood, though it came to an end when she got news of Eli’s death. Helen’s world shattered as she left her military career behind to start fresh within the Western-Cities.She registered within Meduzart and tried to hash out a living for the rest of her life.

Not easy until she stumbled onto a small group of men, hoisting a wounded courier, into the Adventure Guild one night. The victim was a young boy, fifteen, and in terrible shape. Going against her better judgment to mind her own business, Helen stabilized the boy while a doctor was sent for. This earned the attention of one of the overseers and eventually a job as the Guild doctor. A few years later, she met Adonair, her future husband, who she patched up after a brawl at a local bar. After getting a peek at his airship design, the spec ridiculous complex yet interesting enough to spark her old desires. As time went by during the construction, the two fell in love and a year ago married. The rest is history.


Skills and Abilities:

• Moderate Shooter: Basic firing skills, though her skill and aim is moderate enough she can at least hit her target within a fair range with a simple, revolver. However long range, you better get someone else.
• Machinist Knowledge: Helen’s is a talented machinist as she’s proven by building Adonai’s Zephyr’s Machine right down to his bizarre specs.Skills among but limited in this area are welding expertise, assembling and manufacture as well as extensive knowledge of most metals and their properties, including best usage within machines.
• Medical Doctor: Having developed a strong curiosity of how the inner body works when she lived with her uncle, Helen has a strong and in depth knowledge of the human body and its inner health. She is very adapted to patching up various wounds, from broken bones to torn muscles, and even damaged organs or limbs.

Equipment:



Spirits:











Ignis

UserName: Fallenreaper

Character name: Mar, her full name is Marya and only used by her race.

Age: 260, but 26 in appearance.

Mageblood type: Lux

Favoured Magic Class: Vitamancy

Previous Magic training: Novice_*

Race: Desert Naga

Appearance:



Mar is built like other Naga females, her upper half from head to below her navel is human while the pelvis and below melts into a snake tail. When at ease, her height is around 5’7” though with provocation she can rear up to 7’ high and tail curls underneath her, tense and poised to lash out. Most of her unique features are centered on her human torso. Her hair a light brown and have a wavy appear to it, often pulled back into a ponytail by a bone clip but when it’s loose, the hair ends just below her shoulders. Eyes deep and serious, their warmth slightly lingering under the depths, are colored a rich brown. The pupils are able to dilate between slits or completely engulfing her eyes, turning them completely black.

Her skin is white and rosy by the slight color flooding her surface. Scales appear along her shoulders, starting large at the top and shrink in size along her arm to end about her elbow. The flesh closer to the navel has a tint of desert brown that trails into a deeper color, melting into the tail of a rattle snake without the rattle. There are diamond pattern markings along the top which follow the tail to the tip. On the scales are faded crisscross scars from dangers and battle in her duties, but the most vivid one is where the dagger had sliced into chest and barely missed her heart. Time to time it still hurts.

Short Bio:

Mar was born as all Naga were. Her early memories- faded now- was in the Eastern territory of Mesa Gaan, a Naga city within Matash in Yarsomere region, and mostly in darkness from a hole in the desert landscape. She was born among a small family of five siblings as like her siblings, the moment her eyes opened she felt an immediate pull towards the first thing that caught her sight: Her mother, Vynir. For twenty years, most of her world was made of her mother, siblings, and her, deep within the burrow’s sandy and dark place. It was also during that time she learned the outside was dangerous when one of her siblings, a sister, had been snatched by a desert lizard’s head seeking an easy meal during her mother’s absence.

It was when she was 63, her appearance looked like a young six going on seven year old girl, her hands had wrapped about her mother’s sickle before she started to lift it up. Her muscles still too weak, Mar was taught by her mother alongside her remaining siblings to craft crude weapons suited for their small hands as well as fighting basics to hunt with and defend themselves. Over the years that ended her childhood, Mar watched her siblings fall to the dangers of the desert, learning from their mistakes and ensuring her own survival. Still feeling attachment to her mother, Lyamis, her remaining brother, and her remained about Vynir until they turned 130. It was then she was able to survive on her own and with it, her need for independence kicked in. Over the following ten years, their mother and even her brother seemed to be less and less apart of her life. Occasionally she would cross paths with Lyamis from time to time in her hunts, but it would be months at a time when she saw her mother. 148 years, their mother gathered both her children, driven by an innate instinct, then introduced them to Mesa Gaan, the Naga city and Vynir’s home. Among her family was six other surviving Naga that had joined up with their migration and it was there, they were sorted into one of two castes: Hunter or Crafter.

After examining her crudely made sickle, Mar became a huntress alongside Lyamis. She learned to exist among other Naga and the duties that came with being a huntress, from protecting the tribe in the watch stations to one of the few willing to guard the Ravine entrance deep underground that Mesa Gaan had once been part of. It was task few chose willing, but it was Mar that seemed to enjoy each time her turn came and often wandered Ravine’s passages and tunnels. Sometimes bring back meat, a strange carcass, and more from deeper parts when she hunted in small groups, her brother among them so often, until her 220th birthday.

This was the year she was chosen to be a Matriarch Tyro, a strictly female position, and was starting to learn a new level of responsibility. It was sudden and unexpected as Matriarch Amaryllis had announced the selection just a year after a most promising Tyro had passed in the Ravine, Mar among those on guard duty and the very Naga to end the Tyro’s life when the female had entered Malice. It was also the same event that sent a Naga party deep into the Ravine. There was little hope those lost would return until that very day, when they arrived with a strange slivery skinned biped: an Orc or demon named Karnage. Years passed in Amaryllis’s teachings and Karnage’s escort within Mesa Gaan, spending equal time in Karnage’s company as she did the three castes while they developed a connection of sort. It was a deep respect for each other’s skill and unique ability; eventually Mar stopped seeing her duty as a chore and more akin to a daily habit. Besides tending to Karnage, due to Amaryllis’s wishes, there was a subtle animosity between her and her fellow Tyro, Amaryllis’s oldest Ellys, which had slowly grown Mar’s since her acceptance into the caste.

Mar didn’t know just how far that hate would go in the end or how the effects would’ve changed her life forever. After turning 260, Mar and a male Naga were on duty just outside the Station north of Mesa Gaan’s territory when he suddenly attacked her. His coils wrapped about her causing Mar’s nature to fight back. Mar’s first impression was that the male was attempting to force himself upon her, but that was far from the truth when pain erupted from her chest. It dug in, barely missed her heart, and made her pinned coils fight harder. He had a bone dagger and fully intended to kill her! Fear, a sudden and unexpected emotion, washed over her causing her to take hold of the male’s head back. Tingles rushed up her fingers and disappeared into his skin, her fingers took a fistful of his hair. Her mageblood activated. Witnessed by several Naga that had timed their arrival to relieve them perfectly, the male Naga’s eyes bled and face contorted into an agonized expression, his skull crumbled in upon it and killed him instantly. Once the body was limply discarded off, her body crumbled to the ground, weakened by the effort spent. Mar was soon surrounded by wary spears pointed at her throat. Finally pulling the blade and discarded it from her chest, she was herded slowly to Mesa Gaan where she was placed on trial by the 3 matriarchs.

It was clear during the trial, Ellys’s hidden hatred and spite came out in persuasion to banish Mar completely. It wasn’t until Karnage requested to talk with the Matriarchs and offer another solution: He offered to lead Mar to Twilight College. Amaryllis, the eldest and most respected of the three, seemed relieved at this. Not soon after had Mar and Karnage departed, their back upon Mesa Gaan and loaded down with his goods, towards the College. It was at the end of the Summer Solstice when they arrived at the College Gates just hours before the new flood of students would be arriving shortly. The idea made Mar uncomfortable, mainly since Karnage was chiefly the only biped she had something closer than brief acknowledge towards. Naturally while Karnage was settling in, she decided to explore the area outside the gates.

Good Attributes:

Most her strength lies in her coils. Once constricted about, they are able to crush bone into dust by grinding them within her tail’s grip. However, solid objects like rocks, trees, etc. can withstand to the intense pressure and some larger races, like Orc and Esyire, with some time can break out of it. When stationary, the tail allows for surprising balance due to the wide stand it provides even during small tremors. It allows for her to lash quickly and retreat, much like a cobra even if appears to be cumbersome.

Naga have an extra sense and heighten ability in one of the five original. The first is the ability to sense heat thanks to two nearly invisible heat pits lay near the eyes on the nose bridge, allowing her to see a variety of heat signatures in the surroundings. Being part snake she can also taste scents in the air keener then a dog’s nose, simply by flicking out her serpent tongue.

Having a slightly different natural body temperature then a human but higher than a snake’s cold blooded type, Mar is able to tolerate hotter climates without breaking a sweat. In fact she’s rather comfortable in them and enjoys basking in the hot air when she can. It could also be due to the fact her kin doesn’t wear clothing and often go bear skin, seeing little problem with it.

Like most desert Naga, Mar has venom pouches in the room of her mouth and edge down into two longer fangs that replace her canines when they emerge. When completely retracted they look like two normal teeth. Immune to the effects from it, the venom isn’t poisonous or deadly as it is a numbing and paralyzing agent which can last up to several hours before fading away depending on often a victim is exposed to it. Some creatures, after being attacked, can develop immunity to it over time. More of a defensive trait, the liquid is rather potent and stored in low amount within her body. Once she ‘spits’ it into a victim’s eyes, her body takes several hours (6-12 ) to once more replenish its store making it a once shot deal.

Bad Attributes:

Naga have limited mobility, due to not having legs, which is a great weakness. Cliffs are her main problem. Unless there are rocky trails or wide paths to travel upon, the steep rock face lacks the sturdy ground for which her belly scale are made to grip. This makes it impossible to just climb vertically up the rock face and down the other side since her upper half would have to likely bare the weight of the climb and their arms aren’t built for that.

Her human part is a key vulnerability and almost as vulnerable as normal humans. It’s susceptible to blazing fire, sharp or blunt weapons, and more. The snake part is more durable to damage able to withstand it like leather armor, but with enough force or sharp enough can break though the tough hide.

Though being able to see the world in heat and smell, these senses are easily confused and limited in the message they deliver. Cold blooded creatures, places that emit vast amounts of heat or simply blocking heat signatures would make her sense useless in the end. Strong smells like sulfur and harsh perfumes would cause an unpleasant reaction, too strong to tolerate forcing her tongue to remain in. Another limitation is Mar would have to continually flick her tongue in and out for an updated data for the scent.

Though she can survive well in hot climates, Mar’s low heat makes colder climate difficult to bare. Often she is bundled in layers upon layers of thick, warm fur just to retain body heat. This also means she’s not a big fan of cold inducing magic. Naturally Cryomancers make her edgy in their presence, their ability able to hinder, sending her into hibernation, or possibly even kill her if not careful with how long she’s exposed to it.

Like most female Desert Naga, unless they prove themselves otherwise, Mar has a low expectation of males. This reaction is just as strong to other race males as well as is to her species making more of a learned trait. She doesn’t go out of her way to insult or degrade them, though her actions and gestures wouldn’t hide her true thoughts, but rather not entrust anything important or critical to a male who had yet to prove he is capable. At best times she just seems like a bitch while at worse, Mar might seems she has an air of nobility against those around her. Only time will tell if this habit will fade or not.

Secret Word: Rebirth

_{*: Farther education/activities since student at the college}

UserName: Fallenreaper

Character name: Khan Avrea Jevarath

Age: 98

Mageblood type: Obligatio

Favoured Magic Class: Demonomancy

Previous Magic training: Scorched Lands, Djarkel

Race: Eysire

Appearance:



Like the image only with large wings in back, peering from his armor.

An 8 ft tall Eysire, his scales reflect his blood, Demonomancy, with bright red coloring and large wings. A genetic birth defect one eye is green and the other is brown, under stern looking features that give him a fierce and intense look when he frowns. At the back of his head is a black ponytail braided, streaked with red, coming down to his shoulder blades. He rather wear a tunic then a suit of armor since he rarely engages into too much combat, though when wondering he wears a breast plate and light armor crafted from the Scorched Land’s craftsmen within his home city: Felldor. Upon his lithe, sinew body are five distinct scars upon five areas of his body. Each one claims a place related to the demon that engraved it, one on chest, left arm, leg thigh, right wing and right palm. All the scars are recognized as a runic symbol, artfully applied and about the size of a human palm. They are seemingly self-mutilated and crude at first glance, created to bind the demons in a special way. Those Runes are unable to be erased though healing means as they are forever a permanent part of the Esyire and his soul, going beyond just the flesh.











Bio:

Twin boys were rare occurrences for Esyires and so it was little surprise at the pride that filled both Thais and Yuna Jevarath when their first sons were born. Khan was the first out of his egg followed by a smaller Riddic and from that day forth they were inseparable as children. Thais, their father, was the High Chieftain’s cousin and a demonomancer among the court of Felldor which placed Khan’s whole family under the alliance of the High Chieftain. Khan’s childhood was mostly spent within the black stone walls and alley ways among the beautiful Esyire city, farther enriched when his brother often joined in his adventures. Riddic aided in his hunger for knowledge and seemed follow the older twin around like a puppy to a well-liked owner. In time they both took the rite of passage for all Esyire in their late teens, determined to explore the Scorch lands and prove their worth to their kin. It was a tradition in Felldor that served two purposes: to bring out their mageblood and test their merit to survive.

It just around the boy’s 15th birthday when both boys had just camped upon what Khan assumed was a stable rock piece after a long day traveling. Unknown to him or his brother, plates underneath them had shifted causing the world around them to tremble and shift violently. A large cracked appeared, the land underneath Riddic gave way, his attention distracted and unable to fly away before he tumbled into the seemingly endless gorge the quake had created. For a moment, Khan’s heart sank when Riddic’s grip was lost and he disappeared from sight! Unable to move he stood there frozen with fear. It was then, his brother’s voice crept into his head and called out to him. His brother’s mage blood was Psychomancy. Khan followed the directions towards where his brother was, sprawled out on a ledge, and begging for help. All Khan could remembered was holding out his hand to his brother and wishing for help as the veil around his hand was weakened. In his pure luck a small demon appeared. It edged to Riddic and started to pull smaller Esyire from the ledge, reaching where he was standing. That’s when his father, who had witnessed everything, arrived. Drawn by Khan’s demon summoning, he had never seen his father beam then when he had watched Khan’s first summoning. With a finger snap, Thais banished Khan’s first summoning back to the Inferno easily.

Both boys were returned to Fellldor and back into the arms of their Psychomancer mother, one who kissed and coddled them after hearing about their experience. Now there was a choice to be had: to either send Khan and Riddic away to Twilight College immediately or learn under the parents. It wasn’t until the pros and cons had been weighed that in agreement with the boys, they felt the later was best. For the next six years, Khan’s lessons were hard and relentless. It tested his body, mind, and soul, all of them left aching after the sun had went down. It wasn’t until couple of years later when his brother had displayed signs of ill that they had begun to drift apart. It had no known name but the effects were harsh as the younger Esyire’s mageblood was blocked and then faded, leaving him with nothing outside memories of what it was like to read minds.

Feeling helpless during Riddic’s recovery, Khan did the only thing he could and poured over book after book to seek a reversing cure. Any glimmer that had given Khan a small hope turned to ashes upon learning it had been tried and failed. In time Riddic had come to terms with his lacking mage blood and moved to Ironstead where he sought somewhere he wouldn’t be reminded about his lacking traits. The absence had left a hole in Khan’s heart which drove him steadily onwards. He journeyed across Tiien in search of a Leper. After 4 years, he finally located the man deep in the marshlands between the Orc Holds. The hermit, Orlando, turned out to be a fellow demonomancer who had discovered a unique way of binding demons using runes. Orlando theorized that one demon in the Inferno might have the cure to his brother’s aliment. In exchange for the information, the dying man taught him how to complete a ritual with one condition: the Esyire had to kill him afterwards. Khan grimly agreed.

It took 2 more years but Khan finally preformed his first ritual, driven on by his brother’s latest visit and the younger Esyire’s sober mood. The first demon Khan summoned was a powerful familiar level. The creature easily defeated him due to his lacking skills and experience. However, instead of killing him, this demon made an odd choice: he asked Khan why he was carelessly summoning demons. Having nothing to lose, Khan told him as the strange demon listened, a time spent in digesting the story before the demon decided to willingly bind himself to Khan. Surprised, the Esyire named him Rathel. That seemed like a life time ago. He was only 30 at the time and the thirteen years passed in a blink of an eye, each new demon challenged and bound during his researching for a certain demon. This was when he arrived at the Twilight College. A very young and still green demonomancer, Khan truly had little idea what he would get himself into until it was too late. The two years spent preparing before this moment were a waste in the end.

Something went wrong during the ritual causing the Twilight’s Archmage and previous demonomancer teacher to be summoned and interfere. They managed to save most of the Esyire, the young demonomancer hauled out in a broken and near death state. The events that transpired were unknown to anyone but Khan and those involved in an attempt to keep panic in check. It took two years from his life before Khan woke up in the medical wing. It was the crippled demonomancer, damaged during his attempt to hold off the creature that attempted to devour Khan, which greeted the Esyire. He delivered both the Archmage’s message, ending in an offer to remain at the College, and one other being a devastating piece of news. His twin’s death. While Khan had been in an almost comma like state, his brother had taken his own life after fearing the worse, Riddic’s last dream being of Khan torn up and slowly dying.

Pain beyond words had settled in Khan’s heart leaving him guilt ridden and depressed, the Archmage’s offer delayed until a better time. Grieving took well over five years until Khan was almost ready to start a new. He finally officially took the Archmage’s offer, agreeing to aid the College in areas it needed and lacked in as long as he was allowed room and board. Naturally the Archmage agreed. Another notable event in his life came when he was 58 after he met Karnage for the first time, a clicking Orc that didn’t seem to speak or understand common language. It wasn’t until Khan had requested the Pyschomancy teacher to translate while the Rune teacher prepared a translation stone for their guest. With the demonomancer teacher gaining in age and Khan’s responsibilities rising, Karnage had been requested to aid in the classes for a few years. Khan couldn’t remember the exact day the Orc went along his way but it was only a few months, forty years later and making him 98 that Karnage returned to Twilight College. Thankfully it was in the nick of time because Khan had become the headmaster to enact in the Archmage’s stead recently!

….Ren help him, it was likely to be a long day.

Good Attributes:

Khan has a wide selection of knowledge due to his history seeking a way to help his crippled brother, namely with Arcanite itself. An addition to this trait, Khan also has developed a high patient level which aids him greatly against any unsavory attitudes towards him. A great sense of organization and sometimes overly neat, he can easily dig up information instantly and without trouble. He can also see the potential within people on first glance and often grows slightly disappointed when they don’t show/see it themselves.

A perk in his demonomancy is any of his five demons die in battle then they merely return to the Inferno realm where their wounds heal for the next day. If a demon is banished there during battle by Khan, then they are unable to enter the same battle again. This rule doesn’t apply to when a demon isn’t injured at all, the Inferno having nothing to heal or reason to keep them there other than storage. There are a few demons, namely Zaad and Rathel, which Khan trusts unsupervised and free roaming.

He’s a traveler to some degree having been all over Tiien, so he’s able to determine routes and directions well enough. He also knows a wide range of languages though some he might be more limited when comes to speaking then others since it might require a finesse he doesn’t have.

Bad Attributes:

Negatives to his binding of the five demons:

• Each time he summons a runic demon, the weight on his body increases and Khan’s chances of dodging become harder. Any attempts, usually, might end with him being more damaged then if he actually braced himself against it in the first place. Having all five out, he’s at the mercy of his demon’s abilities combine team work and only able to direct them until all the enemies or his demons are defeated. Any demon killed in battle is unable to be summoned for the rest of the day but if they are withdrawn however, have to be uninjured; they are unable to pop right back into that same battle.
• The binding scars also have a downfall: his body has suffered for the price. His ability to fly is mostly limited to gliding over a few miles before he has to rest, unable to keep it for very long and constantly. If he’s killed then Khan’s soul will be ripped apart, no longer existing and unable to be reborn again. It is as if he doesn’t exist anymore…

His hobby, fireworks, can sometimes be both a problem and a blessing. While amazing and pure eye candy, it’s not hard to catch things on fire. During his experiments, when he can manage it, he has incorrectly mixed his powder in seeking for a desired effect which could result in huge explosion. He has received a number of complaints from a few of the teachers, namely the Geomancy and dwarf Rune crafter, Val, that cause him endless grief. Old habits are sometimes hard to break for him. Though he encourages students to put out the fires as they need the practice after all to become good mages and it spares him from having to ask the other teachers...

Khan tends to keep his problems to himself, a combination of his pride and belief he’s sparing others the burden. It does become clear something is bothering him when he begins to isolate himself, becoming more and more withdrawn with excuses of projects to school matters, letting the worry, frustration and anger pent up over time. Until they are finally release as this could happen of its own will or through outside interference, but rarely it is in anything more violent than a shout… so far.

Secret Word: Rebirth

Name: Roan Adonis

Age: 30

Gender: Male

Faction/Allegiance: Kalesian Empire though now he’s been declared an enemy of the Empress and will find no friends among their ranks now.

Relic Description:

A simple bangle resting in the upper portion of his left arm. It is seemingly made from pure silver with two wolves facing each other, their teeth pulled up into a snarl and slightly tribal in design. When it was placed on, he found he was unable to remove it and slightly hopes one day he might be able to find a way to do so.

Having this bangle, Roan can change his shape into that of a half man and wolf Beast with a bizarre mixture of the two. The bad part is that this ability can only be triggered several ways:

- Hunger
- Emotional Stress like Fear, Pain, Discomfort, and etc.
- Scent or Sight of Blood (Close enough for human senses)

However when he gains control of his mind, including emotions or full fill his need, he can choose either to remain in the form or discard it. When fully transformed, he’s able to stand upright at 6’4” in height and hunch over for a dead out run on all fours. His senses and abilities are enhanced within this form giving him an edge over most humans when faced in direct combat. However there are two modes for this shape.

The first one is what he usually access and milder of the two, the only threat is that the longer he remains in it the more his humanity seems to fade making it slightly hard to control his natural instincts and bloodlust. It’s easily reversed when he shifts back. After he returns, Roan finds he has an immediate appetite for raw, fresh and bloody meat. This is likely his relic’s price for energy and tends to affect him the longer he denies it.

The second is his Moon form. There’s little distinction between the two in appearance save for the glowing red eyes and enlarged bulk to about horse size, it’s his mind set and power which has drastically been affected. As if fed by the cycles of Gammel, every night at the moon’s peak he becomes more beast than human and an aggressive streak he struggles to control. This form seems to be fed purely by the Gammel moon’s power as it’s only during this time Roan’s ever going to access it-he doesn't know its existence yet. (I need the GMs-which I need to know who to send it to-help on this strictly for balance purposes, so I'll be sending a pm over it with the secrets.)

Senses

*Sight: Roan’s night and day vision are far superior to average humans when it comes to spotting movement, even the slightest one in his peripheral vision is enough to draw his attention and alert him to a presence. This makes it very difficult to sneak up on him at any given moment. Due to his combination of both human and wolf traits, his eyes sight can focus and zoom in on details up to a range of 3-4 miles from his location though farther out they become hazy and difficult to sharpen.

*Scent: His nose is extremely powerful, about 100 times greater than his human counterpart, allowing him to absorb all scents up to 2 miles all the way around him. Due to his form’s dependence on smell, he can easily pick out and identify each single scent within moments before storing them away. Sometimes he can tell details like what the subject might be carrying (food, herbs, tanned leather usually can be associated with belts, leather armor, and anything which gives off a notable scent), health, who they might’ve encountered (if he’s met the scent before), emotions, condition (wounded, poisoned, ect), estimate of time passed when they were there, and more. The bad part is he might not always like smelling it.

*Hearing: Besides his nose, his ears are the next most powerful sense. It’s at least 16 times stronger than a human’s, enabling him to hear as far as six miles away in a forest like environment and ten miles in open country. This includes some pitches far beyond the average human’s hearing range of 20 kHz, like rodents under a snow pack or the range of bats (Empire equivalent) and by swaying his ears side to side, he can easily locate the source easily. The area which the sound is loudest determines the direction.

*Taste: His taste is slightly lacking making anything an easier meal to swallow down, his jaws are capable of applying enough pressure to shatter and crush the thickest bone which in the human body easily. Thick and sharp fangs can tear, rip and cut through steel of similar thickness with some effort. Once latched on, it might be hard to make him let go and almost always will leave a bite.

*Touch: His feet bottoms are protected by thick, rough pads which prevent tearing into the soles and allow him to cover long distances either running flat out or in a dog trot pace. Few things will pierce the tough skin though a blade will certainly cut it. His shaggy fur gives him a larger appearance, including warmth and protection from the elements, while also make him far more intimidating.

Physical

*Regeneration: Continually on, Roan can take much more damage than a normal human. However he still suffers from blood loss, stamina usage and depending on the wound’s gravity, the ability to heal varies. This doesn’t save him from decapitation or penetrating into the heart which is an instant kill for him without a way to regenerate. Fractures, dislocations and a few inch deep slices heal in minutes, first stifling the bleeding then sealing the skin back to its original state. Broken bones and partly severed limbs/tendons will take 1-2 hours to heal and mend; their usefulness lessens due to their crippled state. Limbs or organs can’t be regrown or reattached if lost, which any missing pieces will be on his human form as well. However due to the rate of healing it’s rather difficult to accomplish.

*High Endurance: Roan in this form has extreme endurance and stamina traits. At a trot, 7 mph speed, he can travel for up to a week over a wide range of territory and breaking only a few hours a day to sleep. It’s not a surprise he can also go days without food, showing only a small shrinking in muscle definition, then turn around to gore on the first meal he manages to catch and not have to eat for several more. In addition he can endure long hours, up to a day max, in continuous combat. Not even blood loss or no sleep will show signs of slowing down; however this is mainly due to the adrenaline coursing through his veins. Once the fight is over, weakness will all come rushing to him on the spot.

*Strength: Easily able to break bone, cut through steel, and lift the weight of a stallion draft horse over his head and toss the poor creature several yards with great aim at a target.

*Speed: Reflexes are fast and accurate within in close range, able to counter and react against most attacks in a level completely inhuman. Any normal human would find it impossible to stand in a hand to hand combat and in a fair match with Roan during this state, often the opponent torn to shreds fairly quickly. He can strike as fast as a cobra in short, aimed bursts at a time making it difficult to counter the rapid movements and often better to dodge. When it comes to running, his speed is up to 25 mph, and can reach 45 mph for a minute or two if needed for short bursts.

*Claws: Retractable for either close range combat or running, his claws are rather resiliently to breaking despite whatever the strength of the surface he comes in contact with. Flesh, blood, bone and steel are easy victims to its lethal edge though substances harder than those might take more effort on his part.

*High Jumping ability: Due to his strength and well developed back legs, Roan can leap to heights normally inaccessible to his human form. Able to reach up to 10 yards above him even with the weight of two full grown adults in his grip, Roan can easily leap to ledges, platforms, across gaps, ect. with some ease. However any weight greater will hinder him and likely cause some heavy strain.

Appearance:



(Do not claim to own the rights or have created this wonderful masterpiece, but just using as a reference for Roan.)

On first impression, Roan tends to give an aura of a patient and easy going sort of man whose military past has left him scarred physically and even a bit mentally. He’s viewed as a slender, lean muscled man compared to others rivaling his height of 5’9”. So it’s little surprise he’s never seen carrying much on his person other than needed survival items and his clothes. His style is simple, comfortable and travel designed in mind. However, depending on the weather, his garb will change.

Normally and mostly spring-summer, he wears a simple, thin cotton shirt with a v-shaped neck and tied loosely in a crisscross pattern from the base of his chest to just inches shy of his collar bone. The sleeves are often rolled up to his elbows and being a few sizes too big, hangs off his thinner frame and a few inches past his hips to cover his belt. Attached to it is a small knife, his medicine pouch with flint, a little money bag securely fastened and water skin. He wears breeches made from animal skin and fitting tightly to his thin figure, their ends vanished into large travel worn boots that seemed to have seen better days.

Winter, he normally wears a faded, heavy hooded cloak made from cotton through it is rather thin in key areas. His thin shirt is covered over by a thicker tunic, usually grey or black, which only worsens his baggy appearance. His boots are furred and thicker, able to push through several feet of snow without being soaked completely through until a few hours have passed. The inner layers are additional warmth with softer white fur which while his winter wears is not in use, all of it is folded up and inside his bed roll securely.

No matter in the winter or summer wear, there’s a few stains here and there on his outfit and to add to the fact he looks like a wild man, his shirt looks as if it has been stitched several times in various places by an unskilled seamstress making his looks even more sloppy. His spear is strapped to his back and with a quick flick of his hand, can be released at a moment’s notice. However his first go to weapon would be his long bow and quiver of arrows, also on his back and secured there within easy reach. Though it’s not stated above, he does still have his armor from when he fled, at least the breast plate. Usually in larger cities and towns he will put it on under his shirt for extra protection in case matters turn rather messy.

*Before anyone asks, just for the sake of keeping this PG13 and still realistic, skin tight clothes transform with him. Namely his pants...the same can’t be said about his shirt or boots.

Flaws:

- Moon disease (inherited only and rare): Weakened immune system (though not as bad as when he was a child) compared to most healthy individuals which he tries to control with specialized herbs and avoiding the sick, successful to date at least. However if he misses his dose, burned them and inhale the vapors every ten days, Roan’s immune system will slowly revert back to its original state as a child. At first it would be minor. A slight cough here and there, fever, etc. However, the longer it is before he resumes his medicine then the worse the symptoms become, escalating into coughing up blood, limb weakness or paralyzation and much worse, death itself. As long as he has his herbs this weakness is the least of his worries.

- In his common form his strength falls below a normal man, while he can still haul heavy loads and weapons, their weight drains his stamina much quicker. On top of that he’s easily made sore from the strenuous active, especially being repeated over long times.

- Roan tends to plan for the future better than the present. His spur of the moment reactions never end in the way it should which can lead to some very awful consequences when he’s catch up in a lie. Mostly its why he tries to use a fraction of the truth within his lies, even if they aren’t very good.

- Roan’s a slow learning when it comes to something new. Depending on the complexity, elements involved, and if they are in any relation to something he already knows it could take anywhere from a few hours to days to weeks to months and even years to learn it. If has elements he’s familiar with, like one of his skills sets, he tries to draw on those in order to speed the process up. If there’s no element he knows, then it’s likely going to take much longer. Though once started on it, he will persist and once learned it will never leave. Ever. However it could, depending on use, take a bit of time for him to recollect things but once it is, it’s smooth running from there.

- Knows little about his relic save for the requirements to activate it and the fact he has an unexplained desire for raw meat (which is what his Relic mainly draws on). Another flaw is the fact he can’t remove it, feeling slightly out of control when he considers the effect and slightly bitter to it.

Skills:

- Survivalist and talented with stubborn animals, namely in taming and earning their respect.

- He has great speed and stamina, namely to make up for his lacking strength. He’s able to battle for long periods of time without tiring compared to his fellow soldiers as well as quicker reflexes. This more than more makes up for his weakness when it comes to direct brute strength and locking horns.

- Due to his ability to tame certain aggressive animals (mostly those within the Empire), he’s been able to ride a Mauler mount and wield his spear in the Empire cavalry. Roan’s even able to shoot while his Mauler was in full charge, managing to often hit his target and wound them if they aren’t armored. He knows the large bearlike creature’s range and terrain preference as well as its top speed and weight capabilities without testing it.

- Roan excels in spear combat, knowing the weapons weaknesses and strengths well enough. He also has a bit of knowledge in archery enough to hit a target at a fair distance. However his dagger skills are namely the basics should his target get too close,a last resort if they get past his spear, through his skill and practice makes him more of an intermediate then a skilled fighter with it.

- Roan’s inherited two traits which go fairly decently hand in hand, his father’s wanderlust and his mother’s survivalist skills. The latter was adapted to wandering in the woods since she was a little girl and when Roan started to gain strength, she took both boys out to experience and learn the ways of nature. What to eat, look for direction, and how they could survive on what they could find.

- Roan’s got a talent to see the character and potential in people so he rarely judges on sight alone. Merely watches and observes at first. He can gain a good sense of their characters within a few interactions, his instincts rarely wrong though they might not have a physical basis for it. Like how some animals can view the merit of humans on first greeting. Whether he likes or dislikes you will depend on his interaction with you. For those he enjoys and gains a positive sense from, he tends to be open and honest around them as much he can. However on the other side of the spectrum, those he distrusts usual make him uncomfortable and Roan tends to often slip into the dubbed silent type. Answering only when it is needed. Often his instinct can fail with people he’s met before because knowing them on a personal level tends to create conflict between his head and heart which accounts for ill choices he might make. Namely because he wants to trust them but his instinct might know better than do so.

**Biography:**

Born from a union in worship between a visiting Quaesitor and simple farm girl, a young seventeen year old from the Kalesia river lands, Angus’s and Roan’s origins were merely a one time thing which left their mother pregnant with twins. It seemed like the ultimate blessing in her eyes to have two beautiful children to call her own, even without a father to help them grown up. At first, once cleaned up, both boys looked to be spitting images of their father from the dark hair to the rich skin color and faded brown eyes.

Sadly that changed. Within a year of Roan’s birth, he was discovered to have inherited a rare disease called Moon Sickness. It attacked his immune system and made him bedridden until he was eight, not because his muscles were affected but the effort to stand caused him to cough up blood each time. In the eight years which followed, like others plagued with the disease, his complexion paled to appear as if he was kissed by moonlight rather than the sun. His once mysterious dark eyes paled to bright blue, skin paled from its rich, healthy color and his short black hair became almost white. In a few months strangers found it hard to believe his mother, dark haired and sun touched, was really related by blood. Since he was easily sickened by any minor childhood illness and its effect far worse because of his condition, his mother had limited any contact to a small group: mostly his mother, Angus and the healers who attended him. Fortunate a few children trained to inherit their parents’ skills so his experience might’ve been limited, but not alienated. He was considered lucky. His mother had caught the signs early or else he might’ve not reached his second birthday as most children didn’t show traits until they were racked with illness and well on their way to the grave. Though most believe he would never be freed of his bed, it was a fact Roan had sought to prove wrong though it took his patience and determination to succeed.

While he grew stronger, his mother shared the stories their father had told her with Angus and him. Though Roan knew how fondly she seemed to think of their father, Angus was clearly bitter who often exited the room when he’d had enough of it. It saddened Roan a bit and though he was weak, often the boy would try to connect with his older twin. Instead, it seemed Angus saw him more as a burden and even back then, Roan had ignored the jealousy deep within the boy’s dark eyes followed by Angus's half-hearted interactions to please their mother. It slowly developed in a slight rivalry and shortly, rough brotherly love in a way. During this time, Roan’s instincts persisted but again he overlooked them. The brothers were night and day in many ways, even with the few similarities and connection they shared.

For six years, Roan was unable to help with any heavy labor though he had started to edge more often from his bed which felt more like a prison then comfort. His body was usually recovering from one illness or another he had caught, unable to lift anything remotely heavy without going into a spasm of blood coughing and so Angus as well as mother had picked up the slack. It easy to see how his brother could resent him then.

Time to time, his mother would take a few hours from her work to teach her children the ways of the wilderness within the river lands. They would stalk animals to observe, learning their habits and ways, and often hunted for edible plants to expand their meals. Other little tricks were how to create a dense shelter or make a fire’s smoke less visible, so not scare away the animals, by using certain wood types. There was little the two didn’t learn when it came to living on the land, their home on the outer edges of the southwest where the border between west and south was. It wasn’t until Roan and Angus became seven when things quickly change. Unknown to the boys, their father had returned to the village and influence their mother’s decision to move to the city where she was told it would be better. Being strong enough to survive the trip, Roan’s mother sold her farmland to a neighbor and packed up what little belongs they could carry on the back of the wagon then headed towards a city. Mariam Adonis used her skills as a cook, something she improved on since she had to create appetizing dishes from what was on hand, not an easy thing, had gotten her employment.

Over the next three years, each new employer had edged her family closer and closer to the capital city. Roan and Angus had grown being use to the dull habit of traveling from place to place, their belongs rarely unpack and able to be place at a moment’s notice, their hopes were never high when it came to staying in one place. Even when a noble, Valerie Rezalla-Dahmsion, had taken up their mother’s employment. At this time in the twin’s lives, both Angus and Roan had been introduced to reading, writing, a few different languages, and slight higher education then they would’ve had in their origins. However Roan had taken much longer to learn then Angus, finally caught up with Angus’s level when he turned ten. This made his older twin often tease or poke fun at Roan, who patiently tolerated it with surprising ease. Even as a child Roan seemed more mature than he should’ve been.

He first met young Alessia Rezalla-Rhidian when she caught him in the kitchens. Naturally the servant’s children weren’t allowed there and though from time to time he was granted some minor tasks, market shopping to laundry, to earn his own coin, Roan wasn’t officially employed. The only reason he was there was because Roan had forgotten his medicine the night before and spent most the night coughing up specks of blood. This alone was a reason enough for his mother to keep him closer by. It however didn't prevent her from her duties as the noble woman's cook and made it impossible to watch him continuously. He should’ve been laying in his cot yet Roan had managed to make his mother see his views and allowed him to tag along. Of course, the possible would be noble brat had decided to blackmail him when they collided together while she was sneaking out. Afraid his mother would lose her job, he took Alessia on a less used way out of the kitchens, namely for servants, onto the streets. Sadly afterwards he became a self-made guardian for the younger girl which annoyed him greatly. It was just the start of a few adventures in the two years to follow. At least until his middle teens when their last one had ended rather abruptly and in a way neither was prepared for.

Angus had been the one to catch Roan, the boy trying to sneak out without drawing attention. After some pressing and blocking tactics, Angus had forced Roan to admit his current intentions and though the younger twin pleaded for silence, Angus had broken his word the moment Roan had left. Half way through their adventure, Roan had spotted one of the Empire Guard stalking them in the marketplace and quickly snatched Alessia’s hand to flee. It was a difficult chase through the crowded place. In the trip, Roan had shoved his young warden into a nearby shop and attracted the guard’s attention. Alessia escaped. Roan wasn’t so lucky, cornered in a dead end alley he was herded into. His skills at defending himself with little training and the fact he showed promise throughout the chase had gained a recruit’s attention. The very man, edging to retirement age of 45, had escorted Roan home while the others sought out the ‘girl’ rumored to be Alessia Rezalla-Rhidian. Of course they were quickly dismissed when she was found safe and sound back in her own room.

After being returned to his mother, the recruiter highly hinted she edge Roan towards joining the Empire’s military, namely into a camp since he wasn’t of recruiting age yet. She was hesitating at first, frightened Roan’s sickness would become worse. Angus used his clever tongue to seal Roan’s fate however. Hugging and crying, he watched his mother and Angus pack his things before they bid him farewell and he was left to follow the recruiter. Traveling north, they arrived weeks later to an old, crumbling camp of sorts. Many boys, from the age of ten to fifteen, were active in their daily duties and play that made Roan’s eyes widen in amazement to see so many. Shortly he was pushed into the hands of the caretaker, Bartholomew, who introduced both orphans and children like Roan toward military service in order to serve the Empress.

Many loyal soldiers had been created using this old method, Combat Camp as the children brought in started to call it. and this place was only one of many established ones in the northern areas. Its origins is a mystery and likely to stay one for many more years to come. It was here Roan had discovered his talents, learned new skills and earned a sense of comradely in service to the most valuable vessel of their Goddess, the Empress herself.

After he turned sixteen, he was assigned to basic training which lasted four years. During this time, he was assessed, studied and his training both reinforced as well as new skills learned to fit his future. After calming and taming a particularly wild Mauler mount, he was assigned to serve within that key unit whose job was to support the established authorities all over Kalesis. It was keep their skills from growing jaded during times of peace as well as possibly deter any aggression before it had grown into a wildfire. Sometimes an image or symbol, namely one well known for power, was enough to establish peace.

For Roan’s wanderlust, it meant a wonderful life of traveling all over his nation’s lands. His commanders had hoped his displayed talent for seeing an intense situation, calming disputes and preventing bloodshed would aid in quelling budding conflict before it became violent. Mostly they roamed the roads picking off bandits or escorting merchants through wilderness. In the tens to follow Roan had seen many situations play out. From minor conflicts to flat out killing and murder, Roan has experience many forms of violence or suffering. Some of it made him regrettably capable of taking a life if needed while some he learned to trust his instincts.

Over the years he had gained the respect and loyalty of his fellow soldiers, including his commander. So it was little surprise when their unit had gained information they would be visited by an Quaesitor who would evaluate each of them, a fact which could’ve led up to nobility if the potential had been seen. There was something Roan hadn’t expected. The Quaesitor was none other than his own twin brother, Angus. Both were clearly shocked on their first meeting, and despite Angus’s eye being covered over by a patch, Roan could tell it was him. Naturally, Angus quickly covered his own surprise with a business like air. For the first month or so, Angus didn’t show much of any warmth to his brother despite Roan’s forgiveness at his betrayal. After nearly a month and a half, some of the ice on Angus’s pride melted between them and again they seemed to be the brothers they once were.

It only lasted a few weeks after that when Roan’s instincts kicked in. They were ordered to keep near the Karak Claw Mountains for a while, every few towns or cities they had come to, Angus would shift off on Quaesitor business which often lead the dark haired man to the nearest tavern. Little did Roan realize that his brother was delivering Empire Intel given to him to those outside their nation, twisted up into a much thicker plot against the Empress. It was only when Roan couldn’t stand the buzzing something was wrong did he follow Angus one night into a tavern, his pale form hidden under his hooded cloak.

It was difficult but he managed to get close enough to eavesdrop on the snatches of conversation. In seconds, any possible color in his skin faded when he learned his brother was a traitor. Angus and his associate’s business concluded, a sack and a message were pushed into Angus’s procession just before he moved to leave. Of course Angus’s eyes flickered with knowing when he spotted Roan’s figure at the bar. Angus had met Roan halfway to the military’s set up camp before he tried to gauge what Roan knew, his hand forced when he discovered his paler twin knew far too much. The two tangled. Angus gained the upper hand and during the struggle, had seized a silver bangle from his package to strengthen his punch and hopefully crack open Roan’s head. Roan shifted enough to protect his head with his arm and snap, the bangle attached itself on his upper arm. Not knowing the importance of this, Roan used the moment of stillness from Angus to kick the man away from him.

Heat and ice poured into Roan’s veins when the relic took control. His body cracked and shifted, fur sprouted where clothes torn into shreds leaving him a monster standing ready to kill his own brother. Angus starts to laugh in madness while he reached for his eye patch then pulled away to reveal a stone eye in place of where his real one had been. At the end of the next clash, Roan was thrown and immediately impaled on a tree’s cleared branch and a few feet above the ground. At first glimpse, Roan seemed dead so Angus returned to retrieve his blade. A snap of a twig caused him to twirl around to Roan’s body had vanished, bloody paw like hand scaled down and darted into the woods.

Slight stunned by the item now on his flesh he starts to shift. It’s now, Angus is revealed to be an evoker as well, his eyes patch pulled back to reveal a stone eye embedded into his socket. The two clashed until Roan was sent back and ‘impaled’ on his spear, the point entered and exited through what seemed like his chest. Angus smirked and turned about to recover his weapon, confident his troubles were over. Snap. His eyes widened to see Roan’s crumbled body had vanished and a blood trail led off towards the mountains, disappearing into the night.

Since then, Roan’s been on the run for two weeks making his way to Othea while using his wolf form to cover far distances in a short time. It wouldn’t be a surprise if his large wolf form had attracted some unwanted attention though he tried to keep away from the roads weaving into Othea’s capital, a faint hope to escape those who hunt him and seek out aid within the capital. His head filled with betrayal and in his grasp, evidence to a hidden plot which could threaten the Empire and the Empress herself. However Angus had fabricated a believable story that Roan attacked him and he is the traitor to the Empire, the fact he is now an evoker neglected in Angus’s story in hopes Roan would be killed on sight rather than taken alive.

Personality/motivation:

A few of Roan’s best qualities are his patience, easy going personality, social nature and empathy when his instincts allow it.

Sadly due to a mixture of his relic’s influence and recent events, his mindset can affect his personality depending on the situation and conditions. One example is his patience. Unless he’s hungry and hadn’t had raw meat for a long time after transforming, his usual endless patience and easy going attitude becomes aggressive. Like an irritated wolf. This trait is mostly directed at males though Roan often won’t realize it until someone brings it to his attention. Most the time he pretends the changes aren’t there, a sort of self-denial, to make himself believe everything will come out alright in the end. Too bad a part of him doesn’t believe it.

With people he’s comfortable around, he’s social and mildly chatty while being as honest as he sees harmless. However if a question he rather not answer pops up, he’ll grow quiet and inwardly determine the risk before he gives an answer. Sometimes a vague answer but lately with him being hunted, Roan had been forced to create half-truths and lies. Something he’s not very good at. However he’s completely the opposite when in the presence of strangers and people he dislikes. Mostly he becomes withdrawn and quiet, speaking as little as needed.

Roan also is hard to anger. Most times it takes a physical assault or one of his ‘pack’ members being mistreated in any degrading or violent manner by others. When angry, he snarls like a wild animal and his voice deepens into an unnatural tone between beast and man.

Three things drive Roan. The most important thing is figuring out his brother’s traitorous motivations and how it will affect the Empire, namely driven by his fears of how deep the plot runs within the Kalesian Empire and who might be involved. These last two also are the only things stopping Roan from turning himself into the military. If he trusted the wrong person it could cost him not just his life, but any information he currently holds. The second thing is his need to discover how to coop with his relic, either in controlling it or releasing himself from its iron grip. Though any information about it hasn’t quite been able to make it into his hands yet. Lastly is his wanderlust however its origins or cause is unknown.

Is it friends or a 'pack'? A home? A mate? Or something much worse? Roan knows it could be anything and part of him can guess, though he will never know until he finds it. If he ever does.

Relations:

1. Father- Jonas Garite
2. Mother- Mariam Adonis
3. Twin Brother-Angus Adonis
4. Met- Alessia Rezalla-Rhidian

I’m open to any others, just PM me and we’ll work them in! He’s traveled a lot, he grew up in the Riverlands, and his was in the military so there’s likely some chance we can make it happen!!!

Final Point - Secrets:

I will pm a few points to the GMS shortly.

Theme Song: Call of the White Wolf

Name: Iron Horse (birth name) Iron Jameson (preferred name)
Combat Magic Ability: None
Arena Classification Range: Mild Realism/Normal & No Powers
Dominant Hand: Right (but has good dexterity in both)

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