"My spirits have lent me their strength, so I can't lose!"

Basic Info

Name:: Kyuuten Rallis
Nickname/Alias:: Starbird, Shining Sun
Gender:: Male
Age and date of birth:: 17, May 29th

Guild:: Harpy's Wing; His guild mark is sky blue and is positioned on the left side of his neck.

Rank:: A-Class

Personal Information

Personality:: Kyuuten is an energetic young man with a bright sunny smile almost always present on his face. He's the kind to push forward no matter how dark things may seem, believing that things will turn out okay in the end. He'll always try to look for the good in everything and everyone. While his disposition might be like a light in the dark other's might not think he's the brightest. He's by far not an idiot but his carefree, seemingly naive attitude does tend to make him look like not much of a thinker. Although he can be quite oblivious at times. While he also isn't a genius he can think on his feet quite well. He's also surprisingly empathetic despite his hyperactive demeanor. Kyuuten is quick to help others and hates to see people scared or upset and will do whatever he can to make them feel at ease.

History:: Kyuuten lived in a small village where the people had always had strong connections to the Celestial World. It was there that Celestial Unity Magic was being developed. Kyuuten's mother was the head of the development team so he was always hearing about the details. Most people in his village were Celestial wizards and he himself was in training to become one.

His mother was on the verge of completing the new magic when the village was suddenly attacked by an upstarting dark guild. As Kyuuten witnessed his village be destroyed he felt powerless and wondered how anyone could cause such suffering. Thanks to his mother's Celestial Spirit Kyuuten was the only one who managed to escape the devastation. The spirit disappeared without warning and he knew what it meant when a spirit was sent back to the Celestial World without it's wizard's command. His home was gone and he was alone.

Two members of the dark guild had followed him and his mother's spirit anxious to continue their bloodthirsty rampage. They were poised to kill the young boy. Then, in his frightened state Kyuuten started to emit large amounts of magical energy, inadvertently summoning a celestial spirit. A young celestial spirit appeared but she was just as scared as Kyuuten. In the midst of this as he thought about his mother and about all she had worked for, Kyuuten felt something begin to resonate between him and the spirit. In an instant they shared their experiences, painful and happy. Kyuuten pleaded with her to lend him her strength and suddenly there was a flash of light and when he came to his senses it was over. He felt the power he'd just used fade from his body as another momentary light left him and the spirit unable to completely comprehend what had just happened. Kyuuten saw that the dark guild members were lying on the forest floor unconscious. He took one of their weapons to finish them off, to avenge everyone. As he realized what he was doing he stopped. He couldn't bring himself to be a monster like them, to cause pain and take lives like they did. He spared them, taking the spirit girl's hand and fleeing.

Kyuuten knew what he wanted his mother's legacy to be used for: to help and protect others. After they were safely away from the rest of the dark guild, Kyuuten contracted with the spirit, asking her to help him become strong. Over the next three years he sought out people to teach him magic and discovered more about his mother's magic with the wish to never see people being hurt and feel useless again. Kyuuten found a teacher and learned Heavenly Body magic while also developing his skills with Celestial Unity, but he still had a lot to learn. Lacking understanding about his magic his teacher pointed him towards a guild who had the best chance at helping him discover the secrets of power his mother left to him. Kyuuten joined Harpy's Wing and over the last two years he found more than just answers, he found a home.

Magic

Magic Name:: Celestial Unity
Description:: Similar to normal Celestial wizards, Celestial Unison wizards summon Celestial Spirits to help them fight. Unlike most Celestial wizards, Unison wizards also use their own magic and merge with Celestial Spirits to combine their strengths, creating a stronger magical force. Instead of Contracts, Bonds are made with the spirits. Bonds don't have conditions, but to make a bond with a spirit the wizard must be deemed worthy by the spirit itself. Combat spirits mostly insist on one-on-one battles, while other area-oriented spirits have the wizard perform a task. These Bonds are the strength behind this magic. Through merging the wizard obtains physical strengths of the spirit (speed, strength, etc.) and have access to the spirits unique powers and any weapons they use. The wizard experiences some side effects, such as physical features that can be, but rarely, permanent and random exhibitions of the mannerisms of a spirit. It is extremely difficult for the wizard to switch between spirits mid-battle as the process of un-merging, summoning a new spirit, and re-merging takes time and can be taxing.
Known Spells::


Magic Name:: Heavenly Body
Description:: http://fairytail.wikia.com/wiki/Heavenly_Body_Magic
Known Spells::
Meteor
Heaven Palm
Heavenly Blast
Heavenly Beams
Grand Chariot

Other

(Add anything else you'd like to this section as it's all optional)

Relatives::
Aria Rallis (Mother, Deceased)

Posseions::
== A locked black box that his Heavenly Body teacher has forbid him to open.

Theme Song::

"You thought you'd get away with hurting my friends? Big mistake."
"You just awakened the dragon."

Kurai is tallish. He stands on the edge of five foot eleven and still believes he has room to grow. He has a scar on his right cheek that he got from training with his dragon father. It's relatively small but the scar is a symbol for him. He wears a crystal earring on his right ear. His outfit isn't anything special. In fact he usually just wears a pair of fitted baggy black pants and a black sleeveless shirt. He keeps it sleeveless because he wears his guild mark with pride. He'll sometimes wear a black sleeveless jacket on top if he feels like it that day. He's always seen with his katana at his side. Whether it's on his hip or just besides him. He doesn't go anywhere without it.



Name::
Kurai

Nickname/Alias::
The Shadow Dragon
The Shadow Beast(Due to how he fights like a beast)
Master of Shadows
The Sleeping Dragon(Jokingly nicknamed by his guild mates because of his lame catchphrase and his ability to fall asleep anywhere)

Gender::
Male

Age and date of birth::
17, July 21st

Guild::
Harpy's Wing
Guild Mark on Right Shoulder(Gray)

Rank::
A



Personality:: Despite his type of magic Kurai is anything but the dark and brooding type. He's actually quite the opposite. When it comes to magical combat you'll never find someone more interested. He uses each battle as a learning lesson even if it's easy. He's also smarter than he appears. He may be kind of lazy but it doesn't take him much effort to learn things outside of magic. He's usually always in a good mood when he's surrounded by his friends and guild family. He cares about them more than anything in the world besides finding his father. He says he cares about them equally but even he's not even sure of that himself. It takes a lot to push Kurai over the edge and hurting his friends is the fastest and easiest way. This is true to the point where he doesn't even go all out in a fight unless they or he himself is in danger. The only exception to that is if the fight itself is too enjoyable for him to not push himself and go all out.

History:: Kurai doesn't remember anything about his life before he met his dragon father. Because of that he doesn't care about anything that happened before it. He has fond memories of growing and training with his father. The time they spent together was the best times of his life. He doesn't know what happened but one day his father was gone. He searched forever for him but couldn't find him. His search lead him to the village of Luna Cruscente. He kept asking people if they saw a shadowy dragon but no one was any help. He walked to the outskirts of the village figuring that this was another dead end and cried. It was then that the guild master of Harpy's Wing found him and brought him into the guild house.

It was honestly the greatest thing that Kurai had ever saw. There were so many wizards and a lot of them were his age. He decided to stay and train so he could take on quests that could lead him to find his father. It's been about eight years since then and he's grown a lot over the years but he still hasn't found what he was looking for. But he did gain a new family that he wouldn't lose. He couldn't go through that feeling again.



Magic Name::
Shadow Dragon Slayer Magic

Description::
Shadow Dragon Slayer Magic

Known Spells::
Shadow Dragon's Roar
Shadow Dragon's Slash
Shadow Dragon's Waxwing Flash
Shadow Drive
Shadow Dragon's Vortex:(Unlike the original) Kurai's Shadow Dragon's Vortex is used when he creates a magic circle in front of him using his shadows and the technique absorbs whatever magic comes in contact with it. He uses this as a protective spell when he knows he or the ones he's protecting can't take the technique head on. Currently it drains a lot from him and he can usually only use it once or twice without replenishing his mana. He believes that he can redirect the magic with this technique but hasn't been able to do so yet.
Shadow Dragon's Luminous Shadow: Kurai joins together shadow balls from his left and right hand causing them to grow together and size. He then lifts it above his head before launching it at an opponent to cause a giant explosion. The technique get its name from how once the balls join together they seem to shine a bit with light.
Dragon Slayer's Secret Art Shadow Dragon's Blade: This is basically the beginning of his last ditch effort. He covers his katana in his shadow to increase its ability and his own through the blade itself.
Dragon Slayer's Secret Art Shadow Dragon's Blade Slash: This is a stronger version of his Shadow Dragon's Slash that he uses when he covers his katana with his shadow.
Dragon Slayer's Secret Art Shadow Dragon's Blade of Impalement: After covering his katana with his shadow he plants his feet firmly in the ground with his katana aimed at his opponent at his side. He can either turn towards them with this or stand his ground and thrust towards his opponent sending a piercing shadow beam towards them.

Other

Suffers from Motion Sickness while riding vehicles
Has an acute sense of smell and hearing
He isn't a formal master of unarmed combat but he considers himself a master in his own sense. He's mastered the art of fighting like a dragon. His moves tend to be wild and unpredictable
He is a formal master swordsman though choosing to use actual technique when using it

Relatives::
Zalmunna: Dragon Father

Possessions::
Katana of the Shadow Dragon: He uses a sword gifted to him by his father. It was forged out of his own scales and that's why it can be used to amplify his power for his Secret Dragon Arts. He uses those techniques as a last ditch effort but he's willing to use his blade without the shadows at any moment in battle.

Standing at five foot nine, with a muscular frame with obvious muscle making her weigh in around 165 lbs, Sihu can come off as more than a little intimidating. Her skin is a somewhat sickly seeming pale color all over, and with red eyes some might think she has a case of albinism but its only from long-extended use of darker magic which is well known to affect ones physical appearance at times. She has messy jet black hair, usually tied back into a long ponytail that falls to her shoulders.

Typically, she is seen wearing some odd black and red garb that is decorated, and seems to be made from animal teeth and skins of various kinds. Otherwise, she's seen wearing a simple robe when she's sleeping or not otherwise on duty or planning on doing much that day. Her guild mark is located on the inside of her right thigh, and is a dark blue in color.



Name::
Sihu

Nickname/Alias::
Dark Beast Sihu

Gender::
Female

Age and date of birth::
19, October 13th

Guild::
Golem's Hand

Rank::
S-Rank


Personality::
What would one expect from someone who's been practicing Darkness magic their entire lives? Cold and calculating? Cruel and merciless? Well, if you expect any of that from Sihu you'd be sorely disappointed. While she's certainly not the most welcoming or inviting and has a tendency to be much too serious, and jokes of many sorts tends to go right over her head, she's far from any of the typical traits associated with dark magic. Certainly she has a love of fighting and will be the first to accept any sort of challenge if it presents itself, she's far from stupid or foolhardy either. If something is obviously beyond her fighting ability or wouldn't prove an entertaining challenge, she likely wouldn't do much to try and fight.

Typically she's quite adventurous and loves exploring outside of the city. In fact, it's rare you'll ever find her within its walls unless she's looking for a job, resting after an extended leave or has been called back to the guild for whatever reason. She loathes to stay in one spot for long and often typically doesn't stay in any place longer than she deems necessary.

As far as her guild mates go, she's surprisingly protective of them and the people in Luna Crescente, and would be the first to shoulder any burden as far as protecting them goes.

History::
Sihu as one might expect, is a foreigner to Fiore and extremely far, far, away from home. Originally, she hails from a small clan of forest dwelling people far inland towards the mainland. While not as in touch with the rest of the world as places like Fiore and its surrounding kingdoms, it was like that because they preferred it. They considered themselves wardens of nature that lived in harmony with the forest and nature after all, and were reluctant to adopt any sort of large change brought about by outside magic.

Sihu grew up here, learning the ways of these people she was born into and learning to respect the earth, animal life, and magic itself. She was always a bit on the serious and no nonsense side. Always missing jokes and tended to take the things people said much too seriously, but for the most part she lived a fairly normal life among her people, until the day she stumbled upon a rather ancient shrine...and the beast within it.

It was an ancient thing. An ancient, dark thing that reeked of dark magic. Perhaps created by some old dark mage ages ago, or something that was naturally occurring. Either way, it was a place she was warned not to go near. The place was a seal, as much as it was a shrine. Well, being the curious and adventurous little thing she was, she of course ignored this. Her magic had always been based on learning and mimicking moves from the creatures of the forest, turning them into powerful magic attacks.

After seeing this beast, well, she decided that she had another source of knowledge for her attacks and decided to learn solely from this beast.

Of course, after learning of her little excursion she was kicked out. After, she traveled, refining this particular form of dark magic and eventually ended up in Luna Crescente and Golem's Hand.


Magic Name::
Dark Beast Magic

Description::
A magic she learned from studying a deceased creature her clan simply named the 'Dark Beast'. What it was in the past is unknown, but with her peoples magic already taking magic by learning from the animals of the forest and mimicking it with magic it wasn't particularly difficult to learn how to mimic the beasts abilities. Of course, the creature being a creature of dark has tainted the magic itself with that of darkness.

To learn this magic, one must first observe the beast they wish to mimic with magic. Unlike beast Soul, killing or defeating them is not needed nor necessary.

She still has some other magic she uses that she learned before learning this vein of it, but she for the most part wishes to further refine other skills.




Master of hand to hand combat
Pretty good at moving quietly
Extremely agile and flexible
she can't process sarcasm at all which leads to some hilarious (or terrible) misunderstandings sometimes.
behaves somewhat like a dog sometimes.

Relatives::
Mother and father, though she doesn't see them any more.

Possessions::
Old suit of clothes from her home (What she's currently wearing)

Theme Song::
~Hope ya like Drums for your fight~

Long flowing white hair and fairly short, standing at exactly 4'10''. Here eyes are a dull gray, and she is often mistaken to be blind. Her skin is pale white.
(Can I upload a picture later?)
-A rare occasion in which the door to her door was found unlocked

Name:
Phoebe

Nickname/Alias:
"Untouchable Princess"
"Hyperion"

Gender:
Female

Age and date of birth:
16

Guild:
Harpy's Wing, the mark is located on her chest and colored black.

Rank:
S-rank
(Power increases and decreases depending on the amount of light surrounding her; if she's completely shrouded in darkness, her overall rank drops an order of degrees to A-class)

Name::
Kitala Lusamina

Nickname/Alias::
Kitty, 'Tala (but only by close friends; otherwise these annoy her)

Gender::
Female

Age and date of birth::
17, August 18th

Guild::
Golem's Hand; her guild mark is a bright red, on the left side of her stomach.

Rank::
B



Personality::
Kitala Lusamina is a hot-headed, temperamental girl with a lot of anger inside her. This has resulted in the terribly short temper she displays so frequently. Reckless and impulsive, Kitala is willing to throw herself in harm's way just to get the job done. She also has a tendency to bite off more than she can chew, which has gotten her into some nasty scrapes on more than one occasion. Kitala is also extremely independent, and is often too prideful to ask for help with...well, anything. Despite this, she is very protective of the guildmates that have become like family to her. And as family is her first priority, Kitala would gladly jeopardize her own safety to protect one of her fellow guild members. This isn't always obvious, though, as Kitala also has a penchant for picking fights with the members of Golem's Hand. In fact, she's willing to throw down with anyone who so much as steals food off her plate. This can make her seem intimidating, and as such she has a hard time making friends. Beneath the tough attitude she puts on, Kitala is much more emotional and sensitive. Should innocent bystanders-especially families-be in danger, she will protect them with all she has. Surprisingly, collateral damage often scares her more than any foe she may be facing. There's a reason for this, but she rarely speaks of it (see history).

History::
Kitala grew up in Luna Crescente as the only child of two loving parents, Aela and Carver Lusamina. Her upbringing was relatively normal, though her mother was frequently absent due to her occupation as a mage. Her father ran the shop they lived above. Being the daughter of a fairly well-respected mage, Kitala knew she wanted to join a guild from a very young age. With her mother starting her training early, Kitala grew to be very adept with magic. Along with magic, though, Kitala also inherited a snarky, hot-headed disposition from her mother. Her more mild-mannered father became an anchor to them both. This changed drastically, however, when Luna Crescente was attacked by a dark guild not too long ago. While her mother jumped into the fray without hesitation, Kitala and her father fled from their home as fast as they could. But as a result of the fighting, Kitala's mother was trapped inside their home. When a stray spell from the battle caused the structure to collapse, Aela was killed. While she never found out who it was that caused their home to collapse, Kitala held both the dark guild and Harpy's Wing responsible. Harpy's Wing certainly aren't murderers, but...shouldn't the residents of Luna Crescente have been their first priority? As such, when Golem's Hand was formed, Kitala gladly joined when she was 15. This way, she could protect Luna Crescente the way she thought was the right way: protecting the civilians above all else. As for Carver, her father, though...he didn't come out of the situation well. Carver retreated into himself, rarely speaking to anyone. After they moved into a new home, Kitala hired a nurse to take care of him during the day while she worked. While this is a heavy burden for her to bear, she never shows it, and gladly provides for her father.



Magic Name::
Sound Magic

Description::
Sound Magic





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Relatives::
Carver Lusamina (father), Aela Lusamina (mother, deceased)

Possessions::
Nothing noteworthy aside from a necklace with a music note on it, a gift from her father.

Side note about her magic::
Her magic does have the potential to hurt both friend and foe, though she does her best to contain it.

Theme Song::
I Like It Loud

Basic Info

Name:: Xareth
Nickname/Alias:: Crimson child Xareth
Gender:: Male
Age and date of birth:: 19, June 11th

Guild:: Golem's Hand, mark is crimson red covering the right side of his chest.

Rank:: S-Rank
Personal Information

Personality:: Xareth can be a strict person and won't hold back when criticizing his comrades dangerous behaviors and actions, though he is strict he wishes the best for his comrades. Other than that he is a rather laid back person and easy to talk to though he can appear frightening. Xareth is a hard worker and has trained hard to obtain his level of power, if he isn't resting or doing jobs he is often training in the mountains where he can let loose without having to worry about the safety of others. When Xareth is in battle he takes it serious often not saying too many words while fighting, Xareth is a confident person also having trust and confidence in his comrades as well. He is a responsible guy, often evaluating problems before rushing off so that injury is kept to a minimum as well as taking full discipline for actions he commits that are out of line. He has great pride for his guild as it is his family, anyone who bashes the guilds name will not be taken lightly.

History

Xareth hails from a far away village on a distant island, this island holds significant importance from ancient times, a holy island where the temple of the fire god relies. Inside the temple showed the highly destructive teachings of the fire gods magic. These teachings have been guarded for centuries from outsiders who wished to obtain this magic for destruction.

In the temple the shrine holds a prophecy, on the temple walls show many drawings and written scriptures explaining the divine right the fire god has bestowed upon 'The Crimson child'."He with crimson hair shall inherit my divine flames." Once every century a child with crimson hair is born the village is is referred to as the 'The Crimson Child'. Once the Crimson child is born and reaches the age of 5 they begin undergoing the training and teachings from the village elder in order to hone their skills to become the next guardian of the island.

Being the parent of the crimson child is a great honor. Following the birth was is a large celebration praising the fire god, the next couple of years were simple for Xareth but soon enough he reached the age where his training to be the next heir to the ancient magic would begin. His training was strict and rigorous in order to get him in shape to use this powerful magic, through the years Xareth mind, body, and soul were enlightened by the village elder preparing him for the ancient power, as his training went on he spent less time with his family and more time honing his skills. At age 8 he had learned the basics of fire magic and at age 12 was proficient enough that he was on par with other warriors in the village being, and donning the name 'The Young Crimson Prodigy'. At age 12 he was finally able to learn the power of the fire god, by showing his level of skill with regular fire magic he was given access to the inner sanctum where the teachings were of the fire god were written on the walls. By age 15 he grasped the basics of fire god slaying magic, being able to consume external flames as well as perform some spells.

When Xareth was 16 his village was attacked by a dark guild searching for the temple of the fire god seeking the lost magic, while Xareth was in the inner sanctum studying he felt a tremor. He rushed out to see his village being pillaged and his people slaughtered he rushed to the village, this being the first time where he pits the ancient magic against people. Xareth fought fearlessly careful hold his feelings within, though he had combat prowess he was outnumbered and rather inexperienced with his newly obtained power. He fled towards the temple, using his remaining power he destroyed the temple as a last resort preventing anyone from reaching the temple but in doing so he was incredibly reckless causing himself to get knocked out and buried by rubble, the dark guild members suspected him to be dead, finding what they came for was gone and suspected all the inhabitants of the island dead they departed. Many hours later Xareth woke up injured badly, he emerged from the rubble to see everything taken from him in the blink of an eye.

Xareth fell into deep despair as he failed in protecting his family and friends, having nothing else to loose he decided he wanted to become an avenger, after making a recovery he set sail from island and reaching the kingdom of Fiore. Xareth had heard stories of the place but this was his first time leaving the island. After a couple of months living on the island he soon joined the guild Golem's hand seeing that they are a serious guild. Xareth spent the next three years honing his power and collecting information on dark guilds.



Magic Name:: Fire god slayer magic
Description:: http://fairytail.wikia.com/wiki/Fire_God_Slayer_Magic
Known Spells::


Other
- Master of hand to hand combat
- Proficient with weapons

Relatives:: Mother and father are deceased

Atrial stands at an unimpressive 5 foot 2 inches. She has a fairly pail complexion that, if forced to describe the color, she would likely use the term “wet flour”. Her hair is mid length and a rather unimpressive shade of blond. Ultimately she has a rather unimpressive appearance despite her striking blue eyes that she tends to keep hidden behind he bangs.

“Call me short and you are dead.”

Basic Info

Name:: Atrial Agalore
Nickname/Alias:: N/A
Gender:: Female
Age and date of birth:: 19 November 20th

Guild:: Harpy's Wing
Guild mark is a rather light, almost pink, purple (like the color of a thistle) located on the left side of her neck.

Rank::B

Personal Information

Personality:: Despite her looks Atrial is a pretty friendly person. Usually easy to get along with and fairly laid back. However she is a hot head. God forbid someone call her short and they will end up on the receiving end of a fury that knows know bounds. She also loves to drink and can hold quite a bit of alcohol. Though when she does get drunk she is even more of a hot head that she normally is.

History:: Atrial was born and raised in Luna Crescente. Both her parents were members of the Harpy’s Wing guild, having met there when they were very young. She grew up in the guild halls of Harpy’s Wing and learned the basics of magic there. Growing up in the Guild made her see everyone there as he family, even before she was an official member. She became a member when she turned 12 and trained even more in her magic, eventually mastering the full and partial transformation of her favorite animal, the owl. Eventually she decided to take a year to travel. To see new places, and hopefully, learn new things. Unfortunately, because of this she was gone when Luna Crescente was attacked and was unable to make it back in time to assist, something she regrets every day. Her mother died in the battle and her father lost an arm. Despite continuous reassurance that there was nothing she could do she still feels partially responsible for the death of her mother.

Magic

Magic Name:: Take Over-Animal Soul
Description:: fairytail.wikia.com/wiki/Animal_Soul

Other

-Owls are Atrial's favorite animal

Relatives::
Mother- Laya Agalore-deceased- Solid script Magic


Posseions:: She is never without her trusty dragon tooth dagger or her necklace

Theme song: Dreamers- K. Flay

“All life is precious."

Basic Info

Name:: Nezar Bistrum
Nickname: Nez
Gender:: Male
Age and date of birth:: 22 March 13th

Guild:: Golem Hand
Symbol is black and located directly under his left eye.

Rank:: C

Personal Information

Personality:: Nez is a rather carefree spirit. He doesn't get worked up easily and tends to stay calm and level-headed in most situations. He has a very strong belief that all life is precious and that even the worst of people deserve the chance to change. He would never wish death upon another being, though he is not opposed to a good beating should the need arise. Whereas he will not kill another person he has no problem beating someone unconscious should he feel it necessary.

History:: Nezar Bistrum was raised in wealth, as a result, as a young boy he had way to much time on his hands as well as way to much money. His parents were often busy with various affairs having to do with work or social events and thus were all to happy to shove him into whatever activity he wanted to do. As a young boy Nezar was always interested in the various fighting styles of the men hired to be his and his parent’s body guards so he would often spend his day asking various members of the guard to teach him this or that.

When Nezar got older his parents figured that instead of him bothering the guards for lessons when they could give them, they would just hire some teachers for him. It wasn’t long after that Nezar was having daily lessons in various forms of Martial arts. Though his favorites were Kendo, Aikido, and Kickboxing, he also stuck with wrestling and Judo. Wanting to have a variety of skills. This, as well as his schooling kept him busy enough but he always ended up finding time to doodle on something, whether it be his school work or any other thing he could get his hands on at the time, this of course included himself. He ended up mostly teaching himself to draw and paint mostly through copying other art or simply drawing something over and over again until it looked right. His love for drawing came from his grandfather, who was a skilled Pict magic user. The older man, seeing the boy’s interest decided to teach him Pict magic. He spent years teaching Nez before he passed, his last word of advice to Nez being, “do what you love.”

Nezar took this piece of advice to heart and decided that he didn’t want to continue down the path his parents had planned for him. Instead he wanted to draw, and he also wanted use his magic, and skills, for good. At age 20 Nez left his home in search of a place where he could accomplish his goal. Eventually deciding on joining a Guild. Though finding one that he felt suited him was difficult to do. After a year he made his way to Luna Crescente where he had heard of a new guild that had formed after an attack on the village. The guild building was impressive alone but after asking around and finding out a little more about the guild he decided he wanted to join.

Magic

Magic Name:: Pict Magic
Description:: fairytail.wikia.com/wiki/Pict_Magic


Other:: Uses a variety of martial art fighting styles as his main way of fighting. Examples being Judo, Aikido, and Kendo, as well as kickboxing and wrestling. He is only a master in Aikido but is proficient enough in the rest to use them effectively.

Relatives:: April and Basteel Bistrum-Mother an father

Posseions:: His sketchbook, pens and his paints are the few things he carries around with him at all times.

Theme Song: Fresh Eyes- Andy Grammar

"You are wicked and your sins will be purified by the white light!"

Name:: Giselle Sniegow
Nickname/Alias::
The Mean Priestess
Gender:: Female
Age and date of birth::
19, October 10.

Guild::
Harpy's Wing
Mark on left leg.
Rank:: B


Personality::
Giselle is shy but not aloof, she doesn't show emotion as it would hinder her daily tasks and as much as possible, she'll get the job done than drag it. She usually says the opposite of the main things she wants to convey which sometimes result to a misunderstanding and would often ignore it. She hates fights and would so avoid it but would fight if she needed too, as much as possible, she'll avoid it but if not, she'll give up easily. Most of the times, she would be reading novels and eating shiny things and would watch private things on her lacrima television and whatever that is, she calls it her secret things.

History::
She grew up from a family that.. she doesn't want to remember at all for some reason not until she met her dragon parent, it was short but for once Giselle felt what it's like to have a parent. The Dragon Parent would always tell her to be organized which today she displays and no matter what, always have a contingency plan and of course, be friendly which she can't do up to now needs some assurance. Giselle one day woke up and noticed her dragon parent disappeared and she was only 10 years old at that time; marking only 3 years of lovely time spent with her parent thus she was 7 when she met her parent. After the loss of her parent and a few months later, she started a novel entitled "Tales of a One Way Path." and by then she would earn a living. Five years later, when she is assigned upon the village of Luna Crescente due to her Editor telling that her writing content lacks emotions, she is to venture out and find out what can she do to make her writing better and so then she joined Harpy's Wing. The Guild Master made no mistake to take her in and left a parting words of purpose; "Is this your purpose or a purpose that someone has forced upon you? Remember that everything takes flight like a harpy, I don't expect an immediate answer but someday soon, I know you'll write from the heart." Those words struck her hard but could not understand it.


Magic Name::
White Dragon Slayer Magic
Light Make
Description::
White Dragon Slayer Magic
Known Spells::
White Dragon's Roar
Holy Ray

Giselle is not only a Dragon Slayer but also a Light Molding Mage. She simultaneously combine her slayer magic with her molding power to create more versatile spells. She even said it herself that, slayer magic is too bland and only powerful for those who knows how to use them but for someone who is brainy as herself otherwise. Giselle claimed that with shape and form, it's more effective.

Light Make: Golden Lune. Giselle releases waves of crescents by hand swipes and this is her most basic spell and signature move.

Light Make: Luminous Lune. Long Ranged shackles of light launched that crushes the ground.

Light Make: Beauty is in the Eye of the Beholder. By molding the environment's light, she is able to create an optical illusion, be it so object or living things.

White Dragon's Moon Sword. Giselle creates a blade in a shape of a crescent and uses it in close combat. She can also launch the blade in mid range.

Dragon Slayer's Secret Art, White Dragon's: Luminous Pierce. Combined with molding magic and white dragon slayer magic. Giselle creates a huge light bow and releases a devastating bright arrow.


Beware of her secret things, she doesn't want you near it.
Timeline
- Met her Dragon Parent at the age of 7. The parent taught her how to write positive stories instead of negative stories and everything that a good parent would teach a child. The name of her Dragon Parent is Lumina which she doesn't remember.

- At the age of 10, Lumina just disappeared thus marking the age of writing for Giselle.

-Giselle wrote a vast number of books as a Novelist. Only one of her novels were featured in the Sorcerer's Magazine entitled, Light with No Love. A story about a man who had everything as well light in a metaphorical sense and would always compete to his lesser rivals but even if he wins, his rivals were happy. She is currently still writing but not as much as before. Featured a year ago. Now, she is nurturing a new novel.

- Writing, Archery and Singing is her natural talents. The first being the most iconic about her, archery as based in her combat status and that's the way she would hunt for food whenever she was with her dragon parent for she was taught archery as she does not like fighting close range. In spite of her talent to sing, she never sing again after Lumina left. She still sings though but in private.

- She's been a member of Harpy's Wing for four years. She's now 19 years old as she joined when she was 15.

- The jobs that she take are Writing Jobs, Hunting Jobs(That doesn't involve killing people but more on finding food), Shoot a Polo Jobs, a job that is part of the circus that requires good shooting skills.

-She has a sweet tooth.

- Often she is assumed to be a pervert due to her "Don't touch my private things." Well in fact she is.

Relatives::
Lumina the White Dragon

Posseions::
Her books.
Mini Lacrima TV.
Writing tools.
Diaries.

Theme Song::

Name::
Joshua Tamashii

Nickname/Alias::
Formerly known as Ullr Jormungrand

Gender::
Male

Age and date of birth::
19, Dec 14

Guild::
Golem's Hand

Rank::
A

Personal Information

Personality::
Something of a loner, Joshua prefers to keep to himself go about his business without the interference of others. This is sometimes helped by his blunt and honest nature, causing him to speak his mind in almost any situation that doesn't require discretion.. When he does have a conversation with someone, he tends to be easy going and able to joke easily when relaxed but serious, to the point, and sometimes outright scathing in serious situations. He does have an air of mystery about him, as he refuses to talk about his past, especially this childhood, with only the brand on the back of his right hand serving as any sort of hint.

Joshua's loyalty to his guilds and those he works with is rather high. He values their safety over his own and is willing to risk serious injury to make sure they are safe from harm. This mentality also extends to innocent bystanders, as he sees no reason for them to come to harm for something they are not a part of. This behavior borders on suicidal, as Joshua seems to have no concern for his own safety when protecting others from harm.

When it comes to life, Joshua seems to hold it in high regard, especially human life. He has never taken a single life on any of his jobs, even when under extreme stress. To him, killing is an absolute extreme last resort, that should only be used if all other options have been exhausted. The only other scenario he would consider murder an option is if it involved someone he was very close to was in danger, at which point, he has no interest in holding back.

History::
Joshua was born in the far north, a land of ice and cold where many rely on strength of arm to get by. The son of a local chieftain, Joshua received training on how to use a sword almost from the moment he could walk. His instructors included his father and his older twin siblings Tyr and Sol Jormungrand. Joshua quickly proved his talent in the art of combat, quickly picking up and mastering the style of his brethren.

When Joshua was seven, he took part in a tournament that was village tradition, pitting children from the village against each other in mock battles using a wooden replica of the weapon of their choice. Joshua had been looking forward to this event and expected to win rather easily thanks to his training and natural talent. Things went exactly that way until the final round, when he went against his best friend and primary sparring partner in the village. Still believing the win would come easily to him, Joshua was both shocked in frustrated when his friend put up a better fight then he was expecting. The match lasted a solid hour before Joshua's temper finally broke and, without knowing how, he summoned a real sword to his hand and struck down his friend in a fit of rage.

It did not take long for Joshua to be apprehended by the spectators and he was quickly thrown in a cell. Joshua himself didn't resist, as the shock of what he just did set in. Within the hour, he was brought before the village and sentenced with exile for murder and the ability to use magic, which was considered a bad omen among his people and worthy of exile alone. After having a murder's brand put on the back of his right hand and given only enough supplies to last a day or two before being pushed into the wild to fend for himself.

Resigned to what was essentially a death sentence, Joshua set out and would've met his end had it not been for a stroke of luck. A week into his exile, the young boy was found by a traveling caravan of merchants, starving and on the verge of being frozen to death. Despite not knowing a thing about the boy other then his crime of murder due to the brand on the back of his hand, the merchants took him in and nursed the boy back to health. Knowing they couldn't leave the boy in the frozen wilds, they decided to take him with them to their next stop. During their time together, Joshua slowly became friends with the merchants, quickly picking up on anything they had to teach him, especially the language of the land they were heading to. While they traveled, Joshua also tried to continue his sword training, only to find himself unable to do so, having flashbacks to the moment he had killed his friend and was unable to even hold a training sword as a result. The brand on his sword hand only made the matter worse, being just another reminder of the mistake that had cost him everything.

When the caravan eventually arrived at their destination, Joshua said his good-byes, knowing they didn't plan on taking him any further and headed out after taking a few meager supplies. Surviving in this land was much easier due to the kinder, more temperate climate and Joshua found living in the wild to be a rather peaceful way pass the days. He enjoyed being surrounded by nothing but wild plants and animals and while the dangers involved where many, he persevered and managed to get along with little effort.

After several months of wilderness trekking, Joshua came across a town and, curious of what it might have, he headed for it. When he arrived, he saw everyone gathered in the middle of town, cheering and celebrating for some event he could not see past the crowd. Moving through them, he came across a sight he hadn't expected to see in the form of a fighting tournament. Drawn in by the sight before him, Joshua watched as the participants fought each other in either unarmed or armed combat. The contestants that fascinated him the most were the swordsmen, who fought in a way that was so different from how he was taught. The whole day flew by before he realized it and Joshua, wanting to learn these new sword styles, decided to track down a master to teach him.

The next day, Joshua headed back into town and began asking around about the various styles he had seen during that day. He learned most of the fighters had been from other villages and had already left. There was one school in the village so, with no other option, Joshua headed over and paid the school a visit. He arrived in time for the morning classes and was allowed to watch and was even given a chance to spar one of the students. Joshua, eager for a challenge, accepted without taking into account his current condition. Before the match even began, just holding the practice sword brought the memories to the forefront and he found himself on the ground within seconds after the match began. Infuriated, Joshua tried to fight the student several more times but each attempt resulted in the same result of Joshua being unable to even move as his memories froze him in place.

Eventually, Joshua gave up and went back to just watching and observing for the day before returning to the wilds at night. The next week became a routine of Joshua heading down to the village to observe the classes while also trying, and failing, the beat the students in sparring matches. Eventually, on the seventh day, the Master of the dojo had Joshua stay behind while the other students left to talk to the young boy in private. The conversation lasted a while, with the Master asking about Joshua's past and his reasons for wanting to learn the way of the sword. While Joshua initially refused to talk about either of these things, he eventually gave in and admitted his past and his crime, expecting the Master to push him away as his clan had. To his surprise, the Master instead offered the take Joshua in as a student, seeing past what had happened to see it as the accident it was. He then surprised Joshua by using the same kind of magic Joshua had and explaining that it was called Requip and the concept behind the magic. He also understood Joshua's inability to wield a sword and told the boy he would help him overcome his trauma and train him on how to wield the blade without killing. Eager to gain back the ability to do the one thing he had left from his home land, Joshua agreed.

The next decade flew by for Joshua as he focused almost entirely on his training. To help with this, he moved into the dojo and helped maintain it, using even the most menial tasks as a method of training. While it still took time for time for his to be able to wield a sword without freezing in place, his teacher pushed him and Joshua was eventually able to fight normally with a wooden sword within his first year. By his third year he was able to wield a regular sword for training and by his sixth, use one for actual combat. During these years, Joshua learned not only from his Master's dojo but other dojos as well, picking up techniques at an almost frightening pace and applying them to make his own sword style, putting a heavy emphasis on speed in reflexes, which he honed to the point that some called them supernatural. To compliment this emphasis further, he focused primarily on his own dojo's form of swordsmanship, Iaido. Joshua also practiced his magic, coming to view it as an extension of himself rather then the curse he had come to believe it to be after he had killed his friend with it. Through consistent practice, he was able to dismiss and summon blades as quickly as he could draw a blade from it's sheathe, allowing him to dismiss a sword only to summon a new one and attack in one smooth motion.

As time passed, Joshua slowly grew tired of training. Wanting to atone for this mistake from over a decade ago, he wanted to go out and do something in the world that would allow him to help and protect others. To this end, he began researching and eventually found out about the Mage Guilds in the western countries. After further research, he came to the conclusion that these Guilds would be the best fir for him and approached his Master with his plans. To his surprise, his Master gave his consent, saying he had always known Joshua would set out on his own. As a parting gift, his Master gave Joshua four swords to take with him in order to protect himself and to better be called a 'mage'. Armed with both weapons and conviction, Joshua set off for the lands in the west.

Joshua arrived in Fiore a year ago and, after a bit of searching, ended up joining the Golem's Hand guild, as their beliefs lined up with his the most out of the guilds he visited. He quickly established himself as a driven individual but also a bit of a loner and became well known for his non-lethal approach for jobs that involved fighting other humans, we well as his skill with his blades. These days, he's looking forward to the Grand Magic games, hoping to compete and help his guild prove their dominance over Harpy's Wing.

Magic

Magic Name::
Primary: Requip: Swordsman

Description::
Requip

Known Spells::
Nanashi- A katana made of adamantine, it is Joshua's primary blade and he is rarely seen without it in his hands. The blade offers no magical abilities and is incredibly durable due to the metal it is made of.

Northern Wind- A blade that give's Joshua access to ice magic, allowing him to attack with ice projectiles, summon blasts of freezing wind, and summon walls of ice, among other possible feats. The blade of the sword is always ice cold, resulting in blood instantly freezing where it cuts and a small amount of mist to surround it at all times in normal to hot temperatures.

Akuma no Kiba (Demon Fang)- Joshua's fire blade, granting his access to fire magic, allowing him to shot fireballs, streams of flame, and summon pillars of fire among other feats. The edge of the blade is hotter then the rest of the blade, cauterizing any flesh it cuts and is capable of cutting metal after prolonged contact.

Kageoni (Shadow Demon)- A blade granting Joshua access to shadow magic, allowing him to manipulate his own shadow to attack or defend with it. The blade also has two forms, a standard blade and a chain blade, which it changes between form with a mental command from Joshua. He is less skilled with this blades chain form due to it's unusual style.

Other

Link for Kageoni's pic since it refused to work: https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/77/fd/f7/77fdf75c0619054546d69b9935123114.jpg

Relatives::
None, as he know longer views his family as family

Possessions::
All the swords mentioned above, his clothes, and not much else.

Theme Song::

"I'm the warden of your prison."

Taran is tall standing at approximately six foot two. He dresses and looks like he appears above except all of his shirts have the guild mark in yellow over his chest since people can't see it on him with his shirt on. He usually wears a bladed chain on his side. It serves two purposes. It tends to fool people into thinking he's a non-mage who just uses chains at his side to fight despite the guild mark on his shirt. And it's a weapon he tends to use when he doesn't want to waste magic or he already has.



Name::
Taran

Nickname/Alias::
Warden of the Storm
Ringmaster

Gender::
Male

Age and date of birth::
19, December 1st

Guild::
Golem's Hand
Guild Mark on Left Side of the Chest(Yellow)

Rank::
A



Personality:: Taran finds it hard to get close to people. In a world outside of the circus everyone tends to be more "normal" and he finds it hard to open up to them because of that. Once people do get to know him they realize that he's nothing like what they'd imagine a circus performer to act like. He's serious yet gentle to those he considers friends or allies. Despite finding it hard to get close to people he seems to learn about them quickly by just watching them. This started back when he was with the circus. He was told to understand the audience and it was a difficult thing to do when the audience changed every night. This tactic in the circus led to many of the performers improvising their shows to make it more enjoyable for the people. Because of this he found himself to be a near perfect strategist or tactician earning him many successes on his wizard jobs. His ability to learn about people and manipulate a situation in his favor earned him the nickname Ringmaster. Taran is also very loyal person despite leaving the circus to become a wizard. He may not be close to most in the guild but he'd protect them as if he was.

History:: Taran was left behind at the circus when he was a baby. He doesn't know who his parents are and he doesn't care. They never even left him with a last name. Taran was the one thing they left him before they disappeared into the world forever. To him the circus was his family. He grew up in the greatest circus in Fiore and was raised by everyone in the troupe. He didn't have a "single" parent among them. For the first few years after he could walk and talk he wondered what he could do in his future performances. He tried his hand at many things and although he was good at them none of the things that they suggested really spoke out to him.

He almost gave up when he was eight and couldn't find anything until he found some discarded chains. He started playing with them and after some slip ups he picked up on the use of them and came up with an entirely new act for the circus involving chains. When he was ten years old he finally was able to perform in the circus. He was given a bladed chain by the ringmaster and went out to perform. What was the circus without putting a kid's life in danger? His act became a success and one that spread throughout the country of Fiore. A kid wielding a bladed chain in an amazing circus act? That was quite the story.

When Taran was twelve he met a wizard in a town they stopped in. The wizard found him interesting and told him of his magical potential and about magic in general. He immediately thought about using magic to create magical chains but knew that he'd never be able to use them in the show. The reason why their circus was such a hit was because it offered an escape from the world of magic and let people see a world of new wonder. How you could be special and unique without relying on magic. Taran decided to practice magic in secret and found himself to be a natural with it. By the time he was fifteen he discovered that he had an affinity for a second magic. The elemental magic of lightning. He practiced with this magic finding it more difficult than what he was used to but it was also powerful.

When he was eighteen after their last show of the tour he asked the ringmaster if he could leave the circus to pursue a career as a wizard. He had thanked them for all that they did for him and reassured them that he would never forget them. He even reassured them that they could "hire" him for wizard jobs that had him work in some shows. The ringmaster decided to let Taran go and after saying his goodbyes to everyone he set off on his journey.

Through his travels with the circus he had heard of a relatively new guild in the merchant town of Luna Crescente that had a similar view on magic that the circus did. That you could still do a lot without magic but it could also be an extension of what you can do instead of just a crutch to rely on. He decided this was the perfect guild for him and so he's been with the guild since then and increased his rank in the guild through power and job success.



Magic Name::
Chain Magic

Description::
Chain Magic

Known Spells::
Chain Prison: His chains are mostly used for attacking and grappling but this technique is a bit different. He wraps his target or targets in his chains and restricts them in place. The chains are tight once they constrict around their target. They can be broken free of with enough force or magic.

Chain Drain: This is a technique he can only use once Chain Prison is in effect. He can't use it while simply grappling onto the opponent. After wrapping around and constricting the opponent with Chain Prison Taran can drain mana from his prisoner. The drain isn't fast but it's noticeable. He can use the drained mana to add to his own or replenish it.

Healing Chain: This technique can be used with or without Chain Drain. Using the same manipulation of mana with the technique he can use the drained mana from a target to heal his own wounds as the mana travels back to him. He mostly uses this technique to heal allies though and when he does that he just attaches a chain to their body(usually on the wound) and heals them using the mana within his body. At most it can heal broken bones.

Magic Name::
Lightning Magic

Description::
Lightning Magic

Known Spells::
Lightning Body
Lightning Bolt: Taran focuses on an area or an opponent and brings down a bolt of lightning. The size and power depends on how much mana he puts into it. For show he can lift his hand and bring it down to symbolize the lightning coming down. It becomes even stronger if it's actually storming.
Electric Shock: Taran aims at an opponent either up close or at a range and sends lightning from his hands to shock them. Weaker than his lightning bolt spell but easier to use in a battle where they're moving around.
Lightning Fist: Taran's hand or hands is covered in electrical energy before he punches the enemy. This can be used with a single punch or a barrage shocking and numbing the struck areas.
Combined Magic: Electric Prison: After using Chain Prison he embues the chains with lightning mana to shock and basically torture the target.

Other

Not well versed in melee combat and uses his speed with lightning to his advantage if it comes to it.
Taran is a master with ranged attacks and a master at using his chains. When he was a kid he dubbed his technique over it Chain Fu.

Relatives::
Everyone in his Circus

Possessions::
Bladed Chain: This is a chain that he keeps at his side. It was given to him by his ringmaster before he left the circus to join Golem's Hand. The blade at the end, much like his magic chains, can be used for blunt attacks or impalement.

"This is going to end rather poorly for me, isn't it? Alright then, let's get on with it."

Basic Info

Name:: Jansen David Reynolds

Nickname/Alias:: Jan

Gender:: Male

Age/Date of Birth:: 17; February 14th

Guild:: Harpy's Wing with his Guild Mark being on Left Shoulder

Rank:: C

Personal Information

Personality::
Jansen is a bright and gregarious young man with a calm, almost passive sort of demeanor to him. While capable of being swayed by his own emotions, particularly when it comes to matters of family and loss, in general Jansen tends to be a rational actor, letting his head reign in his heart before it gets him into trouble. Jansen is rather well-educated and possesses an uncommon sense of good manners and politeness, which sometimes makes him seem overly prim and proper, which isn't really his intent. Jansen tends to have a rather self-deprecating sense of humor, somewhat reflective of legitimate self-esteem issues awkwardly being paired with a strong sense of diligence and resolve.

Rather humorously, given the geography of his new home village, Jansen is mildly aqua phobic and cannot swim very well at all, despite being otherwise quite athletic. This is partially because of his mild aqua phobia and also partially because swimming just isn't that common an activity in Ember Vale.

History::
Jansen David Reynolds was born the only son and eldest child of Tavian and Ezabeth Reynold, a happily married pair of house servants working on the Harklorne Estate in Ember Vale, for the aristocratic family of the same name. Despite not being a member of the wealthy elite himself, Jansen's childhood was nonetheless relatively sheltered and comfortable, as many members of his extended family were likewise servants in the household and thus the estate felt as more like home than one might otherwise think.

Growing up, Jansen received a fairly good education while being groomed to one day take up the duties of his parents. While it was presumed that Jansen would likely take up his father's position as the main household's butler and valet, Jansen often spent more time assisting his mother and the kitchen staff. Thanks to his mother, Jansen even learned to use a bit of magic, which he had apparently inherited some natural talent for from her as well. It was happy if somewhat simple life. However, all that changed very quickly barely over a year ago.

During the winter before last, Jansen's mother fell ill from an insufferable malady and soon became bedridden with fever. Before long it became obvious that rest alone would not help her, and Jansen's father thus requested help from Torrence Harklorne, the patriarch of the family that own the estate, but he was rebuffed and told that the staff were free to take medical leave if they needed it and that there were able doctors in the nearby town. Tavian's father pleaded with his employer that the situation required more serious attention, but the old man replied it was not his concern. When Jansen's father returned home that night, he was clearly upset and after continued prodding from his son, admitted the truth to him.

Jansen's mother, Ezabeth, had actually born a Harklorne, the youngest daughter of the family patriarch. However, when Ezabeth met and fell in love with Jansen's father, a servant whose family had worked for the household for many years, her father forbade the relationship. Then, when Ezabeth continued the relationship anyway, resulting her becoming pregnant with Jansen, her father made her choose between Tavian and his entire family being fired and driven from the estate or both her and her child being disowned and disinherited, never so much as spoken of or acknowledged his family again, as punishment for the embarrassment she had caused him. Ezabeth, of course, chose the later and married Tavian. The rest was so much history. Yet even almost a full two decades later, the old man's shame and anger was strong enough that he would not lift a finger to help his own dying daughter. And die she did, flanked by her weeping husband and children.

After his mother's and the somber funeral that followed, Jansen steadily grew ever more angry about what he had learned from his father. He blamed his newly discovered family and especially his heartless grandfather not only for refusing to help save his mother's life, but also for having made her toil as their servant his entire life, which in his mind must have played some part in chain of fate that lead to her getting sick in the first place. Spending weeks simmer over this, Jansen eventually decided to confront his grandfather and set things right. He didn't intend on really hurting the old monster, but he had magic, so at least he could shake the bastard up a little. Or so he thought.

Having never been given the time of day by his grandfather and having heard absolutely nothing about either the man or his mother's former life, Jansen was sadly unaware that the little bit of magic she had managed to teach him, was only a fraction of what she really knew and more importantly only a fraction of a fraction of the magic her own teacher, a former S-Class mage who had retired to the life of a wealth, was capable of wielding. It was all over so very fast. After releasing a single, rather puny magical blast in the old man's general direction, all Jansen could recall from happened next was a sudden harsh look crossing his grandfather's face, an absolutely blinding flash of light, and what felt like an ocean of soul twisting pain following it... and then darkness.

When Jansen eventually awoke, he found himself again staring are his grandfather's same harsh expression. Jansen was then given a choice by the old man similar to that his mother had been given. If Jansen would agree to disavow his relations to his father and sister, leave the Harklorne Estate quietly and without further incident, and swear never to return; his grandfather promised not to fire his father and the rest of his paternal family members from the staff and thus turn them all out onto the streets. For the briefest of moments, Jansen considered having another go at the wrinkled old monster, but he knew better and did what he thought was best for his loved ones.

Jansen wasn't even allowed to see or say goodbye to his father or sister. Upon accepting the old man's terms, he was swiftly ushered off the estate grounds. There he found a single piece of travel luggage stuffed with his meager worldly possessions already awaiting him just beyond the back gates. Having made trips into town on many occasions, Jansen was well aware of the local marker and travel post, and after walking the mile to reach it, he spent what had to be a solid hour staring at the wall indicating the directions of various towns, villages, and cities. Jansen honestly wasn't sure where he should go when he heard some newly arrived travelers debating some sort of competition with wizards they had witnessed and which guild they thought was better.

Jansen had never really given the guilds much thought before, but besides some training in being a glorified janitor, the little bit of magical skill his mother had imparted to him was all he really had going for him. The way people talked made it seem like wizards could become very powerful and make a good amount of money too, maybe enough for him to come back and put the old man in his place even. The board in front of him seemed to indicate a place called Luna Crescente that was quite as far off as some of the other options apparently had two different guilds operating in it. Surely he could get into one of them, he thought.

Three weeks, five days, thirteen hours, and give or take about fifteen minutes; by Jansen's reckoning, that is how long it took him to travel by foot from Ember Vale to Luna Crescente. By the time he arrived he had already heard stories about the goings on in the village and tales about the Harpies and the Golems. For most of his trip toward the village, based on what he'd heard, Jansen was sure he wanted to try and join up with Golem's Hand. He had received some decent training in boxing and defensive martial arts as part of his education and fancied himself a bit of a scrapper, and the stuff about individual strength seemed like exactly the kind of thing he'd need to face his grandfather again. However, soon after arriving in the village Jansen encountered and quickly befriended a handful of members of Harpy's Wing. Finding the dynamic of the guild reminded of life with his family and how he always enjoyed working with the rest of the staff back home, Jansen had a change of both mind and heart and ended up joining Harpy's Wing.

Since joining the guild, Jansen has tried his able best to focus on magical fundamentals as a way of sort of playing catch-up with most of the other mages in town, many of whom have had far more practical training in magic from a much younger age than he ever did. If the last year or so has taught him anything, its that his little fantasy of returning home, putting his grandfather in his place and being some kind of a big damn hero for his father and little sister is just that, a total fantasy. Now that he actually knows what S-Class mages are like, what they can potentially do, and how utterly hopeless and pathetic he currently is by comparison... he's gradually learned to measure his expectations and dreams accordingly. Besides, he's actually come to like both his guild and the lake-bound city. It has sort of become home. Though he does still wonder how things are for his father and sister.

Magic

Magic Name:: Alteration Magic

Description:: fairytail.wikia.com/wiki/Alteration_Ma..


Magic Name:: Palm Magic

Description:: fairytail.wikia.com/wiki/Palm_Magic


Known Spells::

Other

Expert Hand-to-Hand Combat
Proficient Academic Knowledge
Proficient Aristocratic Etiquette
Proficient Athleticism
Proficient Culinary Skills
Proficient Housekeeping Skills


Relatives::
Torrence Emanuel Harklorne (biological grandfather)
Harklorne Family (various biological aunts, uncles, and cousins)
Ezabeth Reynolds (mother; deceased)
Tavian Reynolds (father)
Margianna Reynolds (younger sister)
Reynolds Family (various aunts, uncles, cousins)


Possessions::
Nothing of note.


Theme Song:: Not sure, not good with music

"A Beast awakens from within me."

Matisuki Kiryuin

Name:
Matisuki Kiryuin

Nickname/Alias:
"The Lizard King", "Matt"

Gender:
Male

Age/DOB:
40; April 16th

Guild:
Harpy's Wing

Rank:
High A-Rank (Borderline S)



Personality:
Matisuki is a rough n' tough warrior, an old dog bound to his traditional sense of honor. He's a serious and no-nonsense person, often having a rather serious look on his face at all times. He doesn't speak much and is a very "get-to-the-point" kind of person. He'll say what he wants or asks a very particular question and expects it to be answered. At first glance, Matisuki does indeed look incredibly imitating.

However, despite his usual outlook, Matt's actually a rather cool and collected person. To his friends and fellow guild mates he knows on a more personal level, he can actually be a real softy. For starters, he often drinks green tea when talking with friends. He is also a very good listener, often giving out advice to those who need it. In some ways, he can be considered a mentor of sorts and is rather protective for his guild mates.

In combat, he always fights with honor and commitment. He basically fights by the rules most of the time. However, in a tight pinch or in a desperate battle, Matt can transform into his Lizardking Form, going into a primal rage of fury and destruction. He's like Red Hulk, not a dumb brute, having a sense of logical standing, but certainly one that isn't to be trifled with. And he will not stop until his opponent is in shambles.

History:
Born in a little village near the boarder of Fiore and Bosco, on the side of the former, Matt initially lived a rather quiet life with his family. They weren't rich by any standards, but they still lived a rather humble life. His father, Goromaki was a mage for a local independent guild which provided the daily income for his family to survive. His mother, Sayatachi was the village nurse, using all sorts of remedies and medicines to cure the ill. And lastly, Matisuki lived with his older brother, Katsuyoshi, who was several years older than him. Both had been descended from a father mage, one who had the special power of a form of Take-Over magic. He could transform into a giant lizard creature... giving him the nickname "The LizardKing".

Goromaki claims to have gotten this magic power by defeating a similar monster on a mission to defend a neighboring village. He was initially a samurai-like mage, using his intense acrobatics and some unknown sword magic to take down the beast. When it died, its soul was than passed onto him, earning him the power of the beast. He could summon his limbs as well as even transforming into him. Goromaki then passed his magic onto the brothers after they were given birth and taught them how to control their magic. By the age of 15, Matisuki was able to efficiently use his magic in an impressive manner. His brother, even more so.

While Goromaki's beast form was green skinned, both Matt and Kat's forms were actually different. The former's skin is a deep charcoal-black, having a rather squared saurian head, and armored plates running down his belly. The latter's skin was more grey and was slightly taller than Matt's form, with a more rounded head. Regardless of their looks, their father had no special preferences for any one of them. He loved and trained them equally.

Two years later, Matt's village was attacked by a powerful unknown dark guild coming from Boso. It was bloodthirsty for conquest, and their base was just one of the first line of defense into getting in. As the village evacuated, the Kiryuin trio stepped into the ring of battle and combated the incoming force. Their guild members were indeed strong, some wielding intensive fire magic, some poison, and some having gun magic, but it mattered not as the trio broke through their defenses bit by bit.

Yet this would not last. When the dark guild's elite was called into battle, the trio was being pushed back by the incredibly strong forces. Eventually one of the members killed Goromaki and fatally injured Katsuyoshi with burn marks covering almost his entire body. This made Matisuki furious and activated his Take-Over, rampaging through the entire guild when burning rage and vengeance, killing 2 and severely injuring 1 the elites. Their forces were forced to retreat back into Boso, scrapping the idea of conquering Fiore altogether.

Meanwhile, Matt tried to revive both his father and brother, but alas it came to no avail. The two were dead no doubt. Trying to hold back the tears, Matt swore to avenge their deaths and continue to live their legacy. He picks up his father's katana, as if it was passed on to him, and sets off to find himself a new life.

He later finds out that his mother passed away 3 days later, suffering extensive poisoning from the dark guild raid, and not having the right materials with her... some even speculated that she sensed that her husband and older son had died and 'lost the will to live', though it has not been confirmed.

Matt goes deeper into the country of Fiore, traveling from settlement to settlement, until eventually finding himself a new home within a small community outside of Magnolia. He then discovered the Harpy Wing guild and happened to join them for money and a chance to honor his family's legacy, especially his father's. He finally found himself a true new home and he will protect it with his life.



Magic Name:
Lizardking Magic

Description:
Lizardking magic is a special form of magic in the sub-category of Take-Over and Beast Soul, only that it's a more concentrated form of a certain creature. In this form, through a rush of adrenaline and/or overload of magic power, does the user transform into a hulking mass of charcoal-black muscle. Depending on his adrenaline levels, he can grow up to 5 meters in his prime, slightly taller even than Elfman's Beast Soul form although he usually is seen within 10 - 12 feet in height, which slightly larger than Elfman's Lizardman form. Alternatively, he can also use this magic to form his base-creature's limbs, such as his arms, legs, and even chest.

This magic must be taught by a previous user of the magic, born from a user with this magic, the magic passed down by the original creature's deceased soul to the user, or infused with an artifical lacrima. In Matt's case, the first a second forms were used in unison.





Relatives:
Goromaki Kiryuin = Father
Sayatachi Kiryuin = Mother
Katsuyoshi Kiryuin = Older Brother

Possessions:

• Blade Of Honor: A katana that Matt was passed down from his father. Was originally supposed to be passed down to his older brother, Katsuyoshi.
• Family Portrait: A picture showing Matt and his family.

Theme Song:
Wrath Of the Lizardking

Pic to be added
"Nearly all men can stand adversity, but if you want to test a man's character, give him power."

Name: Lucas Reiklander
Nickname/Alias: Blade-dancer
Gender: Male
Age and date of birth: 19, 2th of june.

Guild: Golem's Hand

Rank: B-class


Personality: Lucas is an extremely serious guy who doesn't take kindly to anyone making the wrong jokes towards him. He's generally hell bend on achieving the upmost results. So obviously at the guild he's not the brightest sun in the room. However, this does not mean he looks down upon people. Quite the opposite. He wants to help everyone to become their better selves. Ask him to join you in some low-class task and he will surely accept. Loyalty towards the guild is important to him. It's also quite apparent. But everyone who knows him will tell you that his hunger for material wealth and power can sometimes get the better of him.

History: Born as the second child from a family of 3, Lucas' early life was fairly uneventful. He studied and helped his dad forge weapons and armor at the forge. His older brother clearly got the brains from his mother. While his younger brother had the brute strength for their father. Lucas himself was somewhere in between. Neither very strong nor extremely clever, but the shrewd combination of the both. One day, upon returning from the evening market Lucas choose to cut through the graveyard. A mistake that nearly cost him his life.

Within the graveyard lurked a creature of darkness. A reaper. The ethereal being fed on the essence of death. But long gone corpses barely even held any. But newly slain victims explode with the essence. Thus the creature attacked Lucas. His scythe nearly impaled the 14-year old boy. If not for his mother, who revealed she was in fact a mage, held the scythe back with one of her summoned blades. A fight erupted between the Reaper and his mother. Lucas, as the foolish boy, did not run. Instead he hid behind a gravestone, watching his mother. The Reaper started to lose as Layla, his mother, summoned forth her magic blades to cut his ethereal form. Be it a trick of fate or just bad luck, the Reaper in its final moments noticed the defenseless Lucas. In a last ditch attempt to take his life and harvest the essence, he swung his scythe at the boy. Whatever exactly happened, Lucas is still rather unsure about. The only thing he remember is his mother's embrace as the scythe pierced her back.

The family took the loss of their matriarch hard. But not so hard as they could no longer function. After a week of mourning, the forge was lit again and Lucas' older brother opened his books again. A year later he was allowed to go to a University. At the same time, the father thought it would be good to leave the old village for the city. Just to be away from the place where his wife died. His children agreed. So the whole family moved towards Luna Crescente.

They struck a little bit of bad luck there too. The Dark Guild's assault happened not long after they moved. But the drip of ill fate opened up the still mourning Lucas. Who kept close to his father at the forge, where often a few broken swords just vanished in thin air. As two mages of the dark guild broke down the door of the forge and demanded all riches, Lucas couldn't bear it anymore. Using his blade-magic he summoned forth a 'rain' of broken blades, hilts, swords and other pieces. He joined the counter attack of the unaffiliated mages (joined by Harpy's Wing). After that, he also joined Golem's hand.


Magic name: Sword Magic
Description: Lucas can 'absorb' a blade. As in, when he touches a weapon, he can make it vanish in thin air. After that point he can summon it again at a moment’s notice and control the blade. If the summoned blade does not remain within the vicinity of Lucas, it will vanish again. Returning to Lucas' "internal vault" so he can summon it again.


Magic name: Lost Magic: Spirit Lord
Magic description: After the encounter with the Reaper, Lucas' senses were forever changed. Suddenly he started seeing dim lights where none were. Strange distortions traveled through his world suddenly. Spirits that nobody else could see. What these spirits exactly are, he doesn't know. Ancient theories suggest they are the floating remains of life. Others say they are odd essences coming from a certain power. Whatever they are, they can be used.



Relatives:
- Layla Reiklander: Mother, Deceased. Summon: blade-magic.
- Roman Reiklander: Father. No magic.
- Betrand Reiklander: Older brother. No magic.
- Louis Reiklander: Younger brother. No magic.
Possessions:
A small locket with the picture of his mother in it.
Theme song: To be added

"If a cloud has a silver lining, that's usually where the lightning comes from."

Name:: Felicity Frum
Nickname/Alias:: The No Leaf Clover
Gender:: Female
Age and date of birth:: 16, April 13th

Guild:: Harpy's Wing; due to an unfortunate mishap, her guild mark is located on her right buttock.

Rank:: D


Personality:: Somewhat understandably, Felicity is rather desensitized to the world around her, coming off as deadpan and expressionless. She's not completely emotionless or anything, it's just that she doesn't really outwardly show it anymore. Despite this, and despite all the tragedy and misfortune she's seen in her life (or perhaps even because of it), she actually has a rather strong sense of humour, even if it's dry, sardonic and extremely sarcastic. Unfortunately this is somewhat offput by the fact that she's almost supernaturally clumsy and often finds herself stumbling over nothing or recieving numerous amounts of amusing injuries every day; due to this she is almost constantly covered in bandages, and is missing her right eye due to some past mishap. Her sense of direction is almost as bad, and she can get lost just walking down the street if unaccompanied. Even though she seems a bit distant at times, really she's actually rather lonely, finding it hard to get close to people due to how her luck is just so bad it seems to rub off on others.

History:: Some people just have all the luck. And then there's Felicity Frum. Felicity's life thus far has been little more than a succession of misfortunate events, enough to cause some other wizards to assume she is in fact a cursed omen, bringing bad luck and disaster to all who come into contact with her. Whether this is actually true or not is up in the air, but the fact remains that she's rather prone to accidents, embarrassments, mishaps, hardships and tragedy. Really, she just has the most rotten luck.

Her career of misfortune began as soon as she was born, with her mother dying due to complications with the birth. Still, her father was a kind and loving man he took it upon himself to raise him on her own... At least until Felicity's eighth birthday, when a bizarre incident involving ice cubes, a roast chicken and a very sharp pencil led to his unfortunate demise. After this, she was moved into the custody of a succession of relatives, all of whom soon died under unlikely circumstances until even the most charitable amongst them didn't want anything to do with her. Some even began whispering that what had happened weren't accidents at all and Felicity herself was behind them, although this couldn't be farther from the truth; she just really was that unlucky to be around.

Eventually, with nowhere else to go, she found herself with little other option than to join a guild and hope that with so many powerful magicians around her they'd at least be able to not die random bizarre deaths for a while. With Harpy's Wing being the only guild that was willing to give her the time of day, there wasn't really much choice in the matter of which one to join, and thus despite only being a novice in the ways of magic Felicity found herself becoming one of their newest members.


Magic Name:: Storm Magic
Description:: Magic that allows the user to manipulate the weather and control winds, rain, lightning, clouds and other such phenomena.
Known Spells::
Dismal Downpour:: Summons forth a localized raincloud, whose size and intensity can be modified by applying more mana to it. A relatively simple spell that not even Felicity can screw up that much.
Gusty Gale:: Creates a blast of powerful winds in an attempt to blow away opponents. The strength of the winds can be increased by applying more mana to the spell, although Felicity's luck (or lack thereof) causes most attempts to make it more powerful to spiral out of control.
Shocking Storm:: Causes a mighty bolt of lightning to come crashing down from the skies. Surprisingly powerful despite Felicity's low ranking, although there are a couple of problems with her actually casting it: it has to be cast outdoors otherwise it will just hit the roof above, and it's actually rather tricky to aim at the best of times before you factor in Felicity's terminally bad luck and her lack of depth perception.


Relatives:: None; all of her relatives have either died under bizarre and incredibly unlikely circumstances, or shun her because of this.

Possessions:: The most notable possessions Felicity has are numerous luck charms of dubious quality and authenticity pinned to her clothes, in some vain attempt to ward off whatever it is that makes her so unlucky.

Theme Song:: Let's go with this.

"TRANSFORM: MANTIS SOUL!"

Basic Info

Name:: Eric Vasquez

Nickname/Alias:: N/A

Gender:: Male

Age and date of birth:: 18 years old, born on March 6th

Guild:: Harpy's Wing with his Mark being on the palm of his left hand

Rank:: B

Personal Information

Personality:: Eric is an outgoing person, a trait he acquired from his childhood as a travelling merchant with his parents, with him also adquiring the trait of being a little cheap with his money and trying to barter with anyone that sells usually resulting in failure. Eric takes his responsability as a member of the guild very seriously and is prepared to do anything to ensure that another Dark guild cant hurt anybody without going trough him first.

The dark guild attack, apart from giving him the resolution to protect the village also gave him some mental scars of his own. Eric cant use his Take Over magic without the help of his belt, the belt doesnt do anything more than make some sounds and glow for a short time, but it acts as a placebo effect for him to innitate his transformation, with the curious side effect that he know yells transform everytime he is going to use his magic. Another side effect of this is that Eric can only do a full body Take Over, leaving him unable to use partial transformations. The belt has become such a part of his life that if he isnt wearing it for long periods of time Eric feels useless and doesnt want to do anything and is adamant in using it despite all the evidence pointing out it doesnt do anything to help him to use his magic.

While it's not know if it is the remnant magic of the mage who attacked him or a mental trauma that Eric developed on the aftermath of the attack, Eric had the word “Useless” whispered into his mind multiple times a day and while now with the help of the belt this has no longer happened, hearing the someone call him or someone close to him useless fill him with rage.

Once he transforms into one of the insect souls Eric enters sort of a trance into what could be said to be a soldier: following orders to the letter and not delivering any mercy to those he considers enemies. Unlike his use of the belt this is something Eric has been trying to change as he feels that he could be easily fooled into attacking his teammates but progress has been slow.

History::

Magic

Magic Name:: Take Over: Insect soul

Description:: fairytail.wikia.com/wiki/Take_Over : a variation of the Take over magic based on insects Eric truly knows

Known Spells::

increases his reflexes and speed, at the cost of making him really fragile, it also comes with pincers on one of his hands to use as a stabbing weapon.

Gives Eric a full armor surrounding him, capable of taking a good amount of damage before cracking, as a result of the durability of the armor, it increases Eric's weight by x5 of his normal weight and makes it very difficult if not impossible to run with it.

Sprouts wings from his back and two big antennas from his head which can be used to hear things from 3 miles far. Lastly he can secrete an odor that while not fatal, sufficient exposure to it can make someone pass out

Other

Relatives:: Father: Marco Vasquez , Mother: Eli Hamilton.
Currently on a magical coma, as a consequence of being attacked by a dark guild mage.


Possesions::
A belt that its main use was a toy for kids, but Eric currently uses it as a "tool" to access his magic, when Eric wants to transform he presses the two buttons at the sides of the belt which makes the belt make a few techno sounds and to make the center of the belt glow for a few seconds. The toy is waterproof and doesnt come with lacrima.


Theme Song:: youtu.be/j7bLP9e4ULo