Name: Zande Khanda
Epithet: The Vulture
Age: 31
Height: 6'4"
Weight: 195 pounds
Race: Human

Weapons and Equipment- Two three kilo bearded sparth axes with snap button sheathes for fast access, weighted serrated knife with ten inch blade, blowgun and darts with inland taipan venom, teeny little leather pouches of spitting cobra venom, rubber soled boots with three eight inch steel claws on each foot, steel chestplate and spiked pauldrons, steel shinguards, underclothing made from dragonhide (like an extremely tough form of chainmail with no gaps), trained pet vulture acting as a spotter, black steel mask, fingerless iron gauntlets, berserker potions.


(The axe "Jancro", slang for Vulture in Jamaican)


(The axe "Hot Steppa", slang for Free Criminal)

Appearance- Zande is a tall, lean man whose musculature is best likened to that of a starved jaguar. The dense, tube-like muscles adorning his long arms and legs allow him to exude a great air of physical prowess despite his wiry look. Unwashed dreadlocks hang over lurid, amber eyes whilst high cheekbones accentuate his abnormal jaw muscles, the feral aspect pushed even further by his sharpened teeth. He often wears the skulls of recent victims upon his belt and is not often seen without his rubber padded, steel clawed boots and black steel tribal mask. Zande's cape, however, is by far his most recognizable feature. A skull and crossbones is sewn upon the ratty cloak, surmising the headhunter's passion for inflicting death.



Strengths/Skills- Zande's untamed strength is far greater than his appearance would suggest, albeit reasonably less than that of a formidable professional weightlifter. He can wrestle and subdue wild beasts with just his bare hands and overpower a stronger opponent through pure tenacity. These traits greatly pale in comparison to his incredible biting and striking power. He can and has killed men with a single well-aimed punch, and never neglects to train his jaws by chewing through blocks of wood and chunks of rubber, being capable of chomping clean through an unhusked coconut with a single bite. The magnitude is most impressive near the back of his molars, where he can leverage out enough brute force to rival the PSI of a dire wolf. Equally impressive is Zande's great speed and agility, which his lean body is practically built for. He can scurry up and down trees in the blink of an eye and move with a silent swiftness that puts to shame his native brethren. He can amplify the potency of his physical capabilities by consuming a special potion, which grants him animalistic power at the cost of sanity and internal bleeding.

Weaknesses~ Zande's aggression can be used against him with a little critical thinking, he has a crippling phobia of cats, and he leaves himself wide open after many attacks.

Personality~ Zande is a ruthless, care free lunatic. He does what he wants, when he wants, regardless of the consequences. He's very passionate about his lifestyle, and has no respect for those that display fear or weakness. Quite the double standard, as he wets himself at the sight of kitties. His insanity is matched only by his mischievous streak, as he adores pulling pranks and screwing around.

Background~ In the darkest depths of a savage jungle wilderness, shrouded in dread Congo secrets beneath a sky of eternal blackness, there existed a tribe of maneaters. One would think that there would be no bottom amidst the depths of their depravity. Yet, a young boy native to this landscape of monsters found it. The word "bloodthirsty" is often thrown about. However, no other description of Zande holds so true. He was exiled from his village for exceptional reasons and became a freelance mercenary and bandit leader, feared across the land. He's a cannibal and a headhunter, who seeks to further his reputation by collecting the skulls of formidable opponents.


Looking out from the entrance to Zande's lair. The inside is remarkably large, yet with so little elbow room.

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Appearance: The two words that could be used to describe her unchanged form are "delicate" and "beautiful." She keeps these qualities consistent through most of her forms, since she typically plays various "daughters" of her father, the king. Her typical height is around 5'4", and her skin is a rosy porcelain, sometimes dotted with freckles but usually not. She has more strength in her arms than is apparent due to plenty of needlepoint, medicinal work, and other tasks involving her hands. Her eyes are naturally green, but she usually makes them a deep blue when she shifts. Her natural hair is rather short, as despite this conflicts with typical female hairstyles, she finds it easier to manage at that length. However, when she shifts, her hair is usually to the small of her back, since this is what most suitors prefer.
Name: Prefers to be called "Aspen," but has no official name
Nickname/other name known by: The Princess
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Relationship Status: Married off to far more unsatisfying men than she would like, so looking for true romance
Race/Species: Shapeshifter, typically appears as human
Personality: Aspen is the princess one always finds in the stories. Her personality usually remains the same through her transformations as a shapeshifter, though as time goes on, her quirks alter; sometimes, she finds herself unable to do anything but cry (The Golden Goose); other times, she wants nothing more than to dance (The Twelve Dancing Princesses). However, she is consistently a naive, free girl willing to do anything to satisfy her itches. Although she appears delicate and flimsy, when put into a tough place, she holds great strength and can push through the trying times if she puts her mind to it (which she had to do in The Goose Girl). Still, she is no warrior, and if put in an actual duel, she breaks from anxiety far before wielding a sword.
Strengths: She offers fantastic emotional counsel, as she has been put in plenty of situations, ranging from mortally dangerous to plain strange. She is wonderful at most of the "girl" things like needlepoint and fashion, but is also a good negotiator and works out disagreements from an optimistic point of view. She is good behind-the-scenes in duels, working with herbs and medicines and smoothing the frazzled nerves of warriors. And, most obviously, she can shape-shift to nearly any form.
Weaknesses: Although she plays a key role behind the curtain when fights occur, she is flimsy as a feather when handed a sword herself. Even if she chooses a form with great physical strength, she lacks the knowledge and training to hold herself up against an opponent. She is also far too naive for her own good and can find the nice parts of everyone, leading her to be easily-tricked and too forgiving for her own safety.
Likes and hates: She adores romance. She is also somewhat intrigued by medicine, although not enough to pursue it full-time (not that she could as a princess, of course). She admires those with cunning, creativity, and intelligence. Her likes and dislikes vary wildly with time. She dislikes those who are outwardly cocky or rude. She's also mildly irritated by homely people, though she can't tell why.
Skills: As mentioned before, she enjoys working with medicine and offers fine counsel and mediation in a fight. She is a shape-shifter and changes herself to fit with the many story lines she is a part of.
Weapon/Items: One underestimates just how much a corset and several skirts can hold, especially after she added her own pockets to them for convenience. She frequently carries a few bottles of everyday medicine, along with a journal, a quill and inkwell (the latter of which is wrapped in thick, waxy paper), a kerchief, and a hand mirror.
Powers/Abilities: For the ump-teenth time, she can shapeshift.
History/Biography: Aspen was born on a crisp, snowy morning to a rich king and queen, both of whom were of perfect breeding, perfect taste, and and near-perfect political prowess. They governed a fine kingdom neighboring the evil queen's, and the lands her parents controlled were revered for their kind and charismatic peoples. The country also had a reputation for its strange policies, though, most of which involved marrying a daughter as a prize. And that is where her struggles began.
Aspen had grown tired of being married off over and over. The mad scramble to shape shift and visit her many husbands without any of their suspicions being raised grew harder and harder as her father kept adding policies and inventing daughters for her to act as. She blamed the Grimm brothers for this, having heard a bit of gossip about their power to influence life stories, and traveled to the evil queen. There, she begged the woman to let her know when and if the brothers were caught, so she could perhaps meet them, explain her plight, and request their elimination of some of the stories to reduce the immense stress that had been placed on her head. She returned home soon after. However, upon discovering the queen's announcement to kill mortals, she returned to the queen's kingdom, partially to meet the brothers, partially to stay on the queen's good side (she didn't want to be one of the innocents who died), and partially to influence her to do away with the curse. Because of this, some believe she is a supporter of the queen or even the queen's daughter, making opinions of her skewed.
Other Information: None to be thought of at the moment. Feel free to request it.

Dragon:
(size and appearance exact in scale, the man stabbing fafnir, his brother, is 6'0)

Human:

Armor:

Name: Fafnir Sigurd
Nickname/other name known by: Known by various villagers that he has encountered as either The Dragon Knight, or Dragon of Death. However he will often make up titles for himself such as "Fafnir the scalelord" or "Fafnir the magnificent" every now and then due to his pride.
Age: In his human form he appears to be between 18-28 years old, though supposedly he is much older, claiming to be at least 200 years old.
Gender: Male
Relationship Status: Currently None
Race/Species: Drakken (mergence of human and dragon)
Personality: Stubborn and prideful, but tries to go by a code of knighthood and chivalry. However he is easy to enrage and his temper is as fierce as your typical dragon, his greed is another issue he has to deal with. However if your not on his bad side Fafnir tends to be quiet the cheerful company, though he will often spend conversations telling stories that may or may not be fabricated and having a few good teases at those listening at him.

Strengths: If there is one thing Fafnir is good at, its his physical prowess, being a dragon you can expect great feats of speed, strength, endurance, durability, and so fourth. His strength even in his human form is so great he can lift a 3 ton boulder with ease. He is practically immune to heat and fire to the point where he can march through molten rock without any sort of damage. The hotter the environment the better. in his dragon form his slender body is surprisingly flexible and swift. Though he lacks the wings most dragons have, he is otherwise an all terrain beast capable of easily surging through most terrains, swiftly swimming in water, and is a fairly good climber. Most of his scales are plated and keeled in design, and are as durable as steel making most weapons ineffective against his hide, with the exception of his underbelly. He can dabble somewhat into range battles with his additional powers but is best at close range combat. In his human form he fights well with his weapons and his armor offers nearly the same protection as his scaled hide of his dragon form. He also appears to be immune to most forms of pathogens and toxins, including most acids, venom, and most biological poisons including his own.

Weaknesses: He cannot survive long in weather below room temperature, since he is cold blooded. His heat manipulation can temporarily keep him warm but doing so will quickly exhaust him. This also makes him extremely vulnerable to ice/cold based attacks. As mentioned before, his chest in his dragon form isn't as strong or durable as the rest of his scales, serving as a weak spot. His ego can get the better of him, leading him to underestimate opponents, overestimate his own abilities, or can become distracted by false compliments from his enemies. Additionally he is easily tempted by greed and without the guidance of others this can lead him to make poor choices.

What does your character like/Hate the most: He despises Cold climate, anyone who disrespects or underestimates him/belittles him, sorcerers (he views them as cowards and fools), and creatures of darkness (his viewpoint upon such creatures like vampires and zombies as pitifully weak and do not deserve to exist, rarely will he make an exception.)

He likes Sunbathing, Bathing in lava, Sparring/battling, telling stories, boosting his ego, collecting treasures, and hunting (be it beast or person.)


Skills:
-Being a dragon his best senses are his scent (he can smell with his forked tongue like most lizards and snakes in a similar fashion to a tuning fork), and eyes that are not only sharp and keen, but have a illuminating property which can be described in darkness as a pair of dimly lit candle flames, providing vision even in an area devoid of light.

-He is talented in his human form with his Lance, Flail, and great shield. He can deliver flurries of blows with his lance, or use his shield like a massive hammer when not using it for defense. His Flail offers a nice side arm and its methods of attacking can certainly flank enemies in certain situations.

-Fast and having seemingly an indefinite endurance Fafnir can traverse terrain and water with incredible speed and persistence, trying to run from him head on isn't the best strategy unless you happened to be incredibly fast, and even then his incredible sense of smell can locate targets a little over 2 miles away.

-In his dragon form, his most lethal physical weapons are his teeth, whip-like tail, spiny back, and claws. It should also be noted that his physical abilities like strength and speed are increased even further in comparison to his human form. He can curl into a sphere like position to protect his soft chest and perform a rolling attack, however he cannot see or guide his roll while in this position. He seems to be more of a monstrous hybrid of snake and lizard, his head can strike like an adder and just as fast, while he can chase down prey like a large monitor lizard.

Weapon/Items:
A lance made mostly from what he claims is 'black iron' though the exact properties of such a metal are unknown, the weapon itself seems practically indestructible base on how much he abuses it. A great shield made from his shed skin he collected that he didn't already consume, combined with steel and an unspecified type of rock, the shield itself is practically as big as a person and weighs nearly a ton. His flail doesn't appear special but it is enchanted with a lightning aspect, delivering a shocking damage to receivers. The armor he dawns is a mysterious item as while it was once his original armor piece the set now seems to be entwined with his curse (or blessing), seemingly disappearing when he transforms yet reappears when he returns as a human without any damage present.

He also carries with him a large chest filled with gold coins, gems, rare artifacts, and other ancient and prized valuables and shiny expenses. Well carrying isn't the right word, he actually swallowed the chest and stores it in his stomach, which he can regurgitate at any time. The chest seems to be enchanted so the acids of his digestive track doesn't appear to degrade it in any way.

Powers/Abilities:

-Fire manipulation, a standard power with most dragons. His fire originates from his own body, and can manipulate it to various degrees. He can light his own body on fire, breathe intense jets of flames, hurdle fireballs as strong as a grenade, and create a shock wave of fire beneath his ground.

-Toxicity: He has both poisonous and venomous qualities, the venom which is secreted from his lacerating teeth. The venom isn't fatal by itself, but delivers a variety of detrimental effects. Firstly while in effect, the venom blocks most forms of healing, being natural or magical, including regeneration and blood clotting, making even semi-serious wounds fatal if not bandaged up severely within a few hours. The venom will also cause the victim to grow fatigue until the target passes out, in which case the victim will not awaken until the venom is cured. Fortunately the venom can be fought off with a healthy immune system within a day, and the venom itself isn't too hard to cure with potions and anti-venoms. His saliva is toxic, and can erode most soils, weak metals, and flesh. However it takes a while for the saliva to dissolve organic material that is effected and isn't his own, usually upon human skin no noteworthy damage will occur until after 15 minutes of continuous exposure. However the metals and soils that are vulnerable to its acidic properties will usually erode at a much faster rate. He can breathe toxic fumes that disorients those that come into contact with it, obscuring vision, hearing, numbing senses and creating a dizzy feeling, while also choking up the victim's lungs. The gas is also flammable and can be combined with a fire breathe to exhale green flames of the same disorienting effect.

History/Biography: Fafnir was a human (though some say he was a dwarf) that had three brothers, and a hoard of treasure. A spirit, supposedly a god, warned each of the brothers that the other brothers were going to take the gold from each other. The two didn't listen, but the third, Fafnir, did. Suspicious of his brothers Fafnir constantly guarded the treasure hoard and was especially cautious when his other brothers went to observe their belongings. Seemingly from shear greed and envy Fafnir slowly transformed into a dragon, though it is likely that his increasing sinful nature attracted a dragon spirit that merged with him. When his brothers found a monster at the pile of their hoard, they instinctively tried to kill it. Fafnir at first, had trouble controlling his sinful nature of greed, wrath, and Pride, though he tried to reason with them he failed to speak much, and instead fought back. One of his brothers successfully wounded him gravely in his belly after a long battle and the slaying of the third brother, to which Fafnir cried in pain and retreated. Betrayed and realized the monster he became, Fafnir's grief overcame envy in this instance, and roamed the natures of forest and mountains in his monstrous form, trying to regain his former humanity. Eventually, this control over his sins seemed to cause him to be more of control with his monstrosity, as after a century had passed he found that he can shift between his reptilian form and his previous human state. This control had now inspired the transformation that he once saw as a curse and further took pleasure in shifting between forms for whatever purpose he needed to, and the idea of him being a dragon certainly now fueled his growing ego. He had reclaimed his former skills of a warrior with a Flail, and the other two weapons he eventually obtained after plundering and raiding dungeons. His history with exploring abandoned ruins and such has amassed him a treasure which he stores with him at all times. Even now he struggled with morality and sin, at some points he may seem like an enigma, he might save a town or damsel in distress in one day then destroy another town, or even the same town, for enraging him by not giving him sufficient praise and reward. In addition to his sin he has also grown a beastly habit which is especially present in his dragon form, adopting a predatory-like behavior especially when dwelling in wild areas and his fighting style when not using his weapons often reflect a savage nature.

Additional: Mostly (though loosely) based off the legend of fafnir from norse mythology, look it up if your curious.) Despite telling much about his 'adventure of glory' rarely will he tell anyone of his past as he is still of too much sorrow and regret to speak of it. Also if you drink with him you are bound to bond with him, most likely anyway.

What does your character look like:



Name: Reynard

Nickname/other name known by: Reinādo Fokkusu

Age: Though he appears young, he's wildly inconsistent in the age he gives, ranging anywhere from 20 to 1000-years-old.

Gender: Male

Relationship Status: Single, though several spurious relationships with men and women in the past.

Race/Species: Kitsune

Personality: Clever, deft, and cavalier, Reynard has donned many faces in his life, but between them, there is always a common element: he has always personified the arch-typical trickster. Never one to shy away from deception and subterfuge, Reynard takes great pleasure in causing havoc. Guile and eloquent, he is master of fraud, and often prefers to delegate work to the unwitting than get his hands dirty.

Strengths: Deft and agile, there are few who surpass Reynard in terms of sheer dexterity and flexibility. Reynard prides himself on his ability to weave in and out of even the tightest spaces. Beyond that, Reynard possesses a wit and charm that far exceeds his peers. This is the sort of man who could sell you a bridge he doesn't own for three times its cost. Something of an scholar, Reynard is an adept sorcerer, though nothing beyond that which most magicians are capable of.

Weaknesses: Of course, his reliance on his tongue to solve his problems has left him more than a little out-to-dry in the physical department. Physically weak and fragile, Reynard often steers to the back when things go awry, preferring to let others get 'up close and personal' with danger. Furthermore, any difficult or extended effort often leaves him exhausted and winded.

What does your character like/Hate the most: A very non-material person, Reynard deeply admires clever and resourceful people, as well as those with deep sense of morals and dignity. He has a strong distaste for people who resort to violence first, as he sees it as barbaric and insipid, lacking the tact and guile to which he is accustomed. He is, somewhat ironically, not fond of those who exploit the unfortunate and downtrodden. He believes that robbing a rich man of his money is comedic, but stealing a poor man's livelihood is cruel, and unimpressive besides. He also has a dislike of cats. In particular, Tybalt, the Prince of Cats, is widely-known as his rival in many respects, and the two have come in conflict more than once.

Skills: A musketeer through-and-through, Reynard prides himself in his proficiency with black-powder arms, and his ability to load and fire in nearly 20 seconds. An accomplished duelist, he excels in areas where his dexterity and shrewdness give him the upper hand. And, of course, his grace and charm are second to none.

Weapon/Items: Reynard possesses a black-powder musket, which he cares for deeply and thoroughly, ensuring its cleanliness and operation. He also possesses a nimble iron rapier which, while refined, is rarely useful outside particular situations. He also carries a cartridge box with wadding, bullets and powder; a ramrod, for pushing the cartridges down the breech of the barrel; and a spanner, for quick repairs.

Powers/Abilities: Like most kitsune, Reynard is a somewhat capable magician, though the exact nature of his magic is much more erratic than most sorcerers. Calling meteors and lightning from the sky? Uninteresting. Shrinking them to mouse size and setting their cat loose? Funny. Making them think a cactus is their wife? Hilarious. Besides that, Reynard is capable of shifting from a human to a foxish form at will, though those forms are always the same.

History/Biography: Though he'd never admit it now, Reynard was born in relative obscurity to a poor farming family in the countryside. Early in life, however, he took on a human guise and found himself apprenticed to Agnés Compagnon, a Maîtresse in the stationer's guild, where he first learned to read and write. He became somewhat well known in the village in which he was apprenticed, becoming well-liked among the town-folk, where he had gained a reputation as an honest and diligent young man.

As his apprenticeship came to a close, he continued to use his talents as a paper-maker and calligraphist, often finding himself commissioned by newlyweds and the parents of newborns, as well as magicians who needed paper for their scrolls. He had created his masterpiece ( invitations written for the local count's soiree, festooned with lace and ink) at the ripe young age of 17, becoming an official member of the guild and a Master Craftsman all the same, giving him the right to work as a self-employed craftsman. He earned his first commission by weaseling his way into a Writ of Exclusive Sale with a local gunsmith, with whom he had bargained the sole right of purchase of cartridge paper, his first introduction to the intricacies of firearms.

This exclusivity with such a profitable deal, however, did not go unnoticed by other craftsmen. Tybalt, a Master in the chemist's guild, and also an cat masquerading as a human (not entirely unlike Reynard), was the major seller of wadding and powder to most gunsmiths, and saw Reynard's Writ of Exclusive Sale as a threat to his own business, and worked to undermine it. All the while, Reynard had become quite well-known in his small village. Though it had never been formally stated, people had already come to the conclusion that Reynard was something less than human, but he had amassed such goodwill that nobody seemed to care.

But, in a deft political manouvre that even Reynard couldn't see coming, Tybalt, hypocrite that he was, had accused Reynard of the truth: that he was a fox in human guise, a crime punishable by disbarment from the guilds, and several years in prison. Though he was able to dodge the inquisitor's questions well-enough that he could avoid criminal prosecution, the damage was done. The guild let him keep his Certificate of Mastery, but barred him from trading within the borders of any kingdom that recognized the stationer's guild, for fear of further embarrassment. Ashamed and defeated, Reynard became an itinerant, and took to dueling, deception, and drink to fill his purse. Though he resented his lot at first, he quickly became accustomed to it, swearing that he'd get his revenge. One day. After maybe one more drink.