Name: Larien Miriel
Age: 26
Appearance:

Personality: Larien is very outgoing, and head-strong. She does what she pleases, when she pleases. She tends to step on others toes when doing so, and it doesn't seem to affect her much. She is very ill-tempered; ready to explode at almost a drop of a hat. She has a tender side, but she so rarely uses it--that others forget she has it.
Powers or Abilities: She is very agile, able to jump higher than most people. She stands at only 5'5", and can jump higher than a 6' man. She is extremely fast, using her agility to her advantage.
Equipment and Weapons: She carries two small daggers on each hip.
Universe of origin, and perhaps a description: She comes from a universe where the world is still covered with forests, animals out number people; but there's danger lurking behind every tree. Children still believed in faeries, believing they lived high in the mountains. Homes were small, made from wood and stone; no electricity. It hasn't even been thought of yet. People lived by their fires for warmth and light. Gypsies traveled from village to village, seeking money and giving entertainment in exchange.
Bio (leading up to death): When she was a small child, her parents had given up their settlement life to enjoy the life as gypsies. Using this lifestyle to explore different villages, she met an assortment of people and creatures. She was about 6 years old when they encountered what she remembers as a monster. It killed a couple people in their traveling group, and she vaguely remembers anything but a shadow. This creature would eventually claim the lives of her parents when she was 20 years old. Choosing to be a loner gypsy, she traveled the paths alone for 6 more years. Visiting each village, performing the arts of song and dance. Her vibrant blonde hair gave people the illusion she was a faerie, and her voice gave it life; as noone except her remembers her parents. She was pursued by individuals in hopes she possessed magic of some kind or creepers would seek more from her.
Cause of death: She was traveling out in the eastern forest in a mid summer day, sitting alone on a hill side. Three men appeared from the forests asking for "favors" in exchange for money. She said no, and attempted to leave. In a drunken rage, one man stabbed a short sword through her abdomen and pushed her down the hill. At the end of the hill, her body slammed into a boulder and she was left for dead.

Name: David 'Prof' Cliffwood
Age: 31
Appearance:

Personality: Usually calm and rational, but can be very impulsive when provoked. Values intelligence over raw power. Likes to speak sarcastically, especiall when annoyed.
Powers or Abilities: He can control the gravitational field within 5 metres, measured from his heart. A large change drains his magicka rapidly, but levitating himself for hours straight is not a problem.
Equipment and Weapons: A large notebook with pages of incomprehensible handwriting that he claims to be mathematics notes.
Universe of origin: One very similar to our own, with the addition of an entirely new kind of energy. Discovered by physicists in the mid 19th century, the unknown energy was named 'magicka'. Despite the unfortunate occult aura, magicka seems to follow every established physical law. No reliable mechanism for harnessing magicka has been found, except for the few 'espers' born with the talent to do so, whose ability to use magicka is apparently determined by their grasp on the abstract art of mathematics.
Bio (leading up to death): Born in the exact year of the discovery of magicka, David Cliffwood had shown mathematical brilliance since his childhood. He got his professorship when he was only 22, and his nickname 'Prof' five minutes later. He invested most, if not all, of his time into research instead of his ability to influence gravity, of which he is the only known bearer.
Cause of death: Killed by an out of control automobile. His command over gravity is not strong enough to grant him sight of the future.

Full Name: Vakim

Nicknames/Titles: V, The Enchanted

Occupation: Familiar. He is a familiar type animal to Amin, Though he is not required to travel with Amin, He prefers to.

Birthday: He doesn't know when he was born and has no one to tell him.

Height: (At the shoulder) 3.6ft

Length: 11ft (From nose to base of tail [Neck extended])

Weight: 1,000lbs

Race: Enhanced Melanistic Jaguar

Sex/Gender: Male

Age: Appears to be 4 years old (significantly slowed now that he is enchanted)

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Place of Birth: (???)

Biography: Until the day that Vakim confronted the wizard Amin Rin he had no true sense of self as a mortal would understand the concept. A creature of instinct and action, he had spent his life exploring the dense jungles of his home, fjording rivers and lakes, stalking through the brush below and prowling among the trees. Confident as any great cat, he mistook the wanderer in his territory for yet another form of prey, albeit one never seen before. Despite his clever ambush, his claws and fangs could do nothing to even scathe the wizard in slight, who in retribution beguiled him with powerful magic. Whereas others might have been content to simply slay him like any other beast, the archmage instead brought him along on his journey through the fierce tropics. (more to come)

Personality: Vakim is very humble and aware of where he came from, He is mindful not to cross any boundaries and if he does, he takes immediate action to correct them unless it is justifiable. He is not easily fooled and prefers spending time in isolation so that he can think and ponder. Assumes innocence until proven that he cannot trust new faces.

Likes: Vakim loves reading and expanding his knowledge, as well as any other Jaguar he loves to swim, run, climb, and hunt.

Dislikes: Arrogance, Ignorance, and he really hates when people are fascinated by him and focus on him and put all the attention towards him, he doesn't like being the black sheep (Or Jaguar in this case)

Skills/Strengths: inhuman strength, senses, agility and the like, and aware of many facets of magic by the teaching he has received.

Flaws/Weaknesses: Vakim is a large panther. More or less anywhere he goes in “public” or society is likely going to turn out poorly for everyone involved.

Weapons/Equipment: All natural weapons. As well as, A Necklace given to him by Amin for a more civilized look. So that he seems to be less of a beast when near civilization.



Theme Songs: Picture it in your mind.

Inspirations: Trying something new. Trying to play my persona as a character.

Main or Side: Side

Username: Zi

Cause of death: his enchantment faded, leaving him at thousands of years old with a regular Jaguar body.

Name: Czurem

Age: Late teens (for dragons, nearly 90 - full adulthood for dragons is over 100)

Appearance:


Personality: Czurem is very curious, and can sometimes come across as very rude. She has a fiery temper if she gets incited enough, and has a tendency to cook those who really anger her (which has been a grand total of three people in her 90 years of life so far). She is a good conversation partner, always listening and always talking, and doesn't understand why more people don't want to talk to her.

Powers or Abilities:

• Fire-Breathing, like any good dragon. It's much weaker in her Human form though
• Able to transform into a Human, and back into the large Emerald-green Dragon she normally is. It's a long painful process to change from Dragon to Human (taking several hours of meditation), but much quicker to change from Human to Dragon, so she avoids changing too often
• Czurem can travel between dimensions as a Human - but only as a Human. In Dragon form, she is stuck until she changes back
• Czurem has very thick hide as a Dragon, and very tough skin as a Human.

Equipment and Weapons: The clothes on her back, and her sharp claws. That fire breath also!

Universe of origin, and perhaps a description: Czurem is from the world of Fradenides, a war-ravaged world where Dragons have enslaved most of the world. A few pockets of resistance still exist, but most creatures have decided to side with a different Dragon in the hope of being treated more favourably by that Dragon for their servitude.

Bio: Czurem is the daughter of the great Emerald Dragon Midoriryuuden, who holds a large portion of Fradenides. She is known to be curious, and likes meeting new creatures. She lacks her father's flare for world domination, but shares a little of his fiery rage. Her father hopes she will eventually grow out of this childish curiousness and take his side fighting the war against the growing thread of the Fire Dragon to the south of their stronghold.

She is more often visiting other worlds instead of staying in her own, having found out how to change between dimensions. Sometimes she is known to visit a certain Tavern. Most of the denizens of the tavern keep well away, not wanting to anger what appears to be a Dragon, but some have approached and even held conversation with her. Zzubus has yet to find an issue with the dimension-hopping Dragon, but keeps a wary eye in case she gets incited into well...being a Dragon.

Cause of death: Not dead, just visiting!

Name: Steve Jhabs

Age: Middle-aged man (around 50 human years)

Appearance: (to follow)

Personality: Steve hates almost every thing in this world. He hates the pixies hanging out on his swamp, the noisy naiad sorority just right about the next swamp to his, the tree nymphs who occasionally bathes in his waters, and even Robert the enchanted flounder underneath a rock east of his swamp (most especially him, the fish has a foul mouth I tell you). The only relief he gets from all this stress is when he goes to the Edge Tavern to drink and occasionally socialize to some "acquaintances" (some regular customers that frequents the tavern too). He's also a little OC for a swamp monster, he goes on rounds everyday to pick up trashes along the shore of his swamp and if he's up for it, he even go around in his neighborhood.

Powers or Abilities: Steve can breathe underwater (obviously). He can also control water as he pleases, he can talk to creatures affiliated to water (fish, crabs, water snakes, crocodiles, the Loch Ness monster, you name it) and he is also impervious to low temperatures.

Equipment and Weapons: Razor sharp claws and sarcasm.

Universe of origin, and perhaps a description: Its called Reveria. Its a country mainly populated by dense rain forests filled with thick vegetation and magical creatures. At the center of the country lies the Yggdrasil, an ancient tree as old as the world it self. It is being guarded by the Ents as it is where all life originated (or at least for this universe). Steve's swamp is located in the Widower's Marshes far beyond the east borders.

Bio: His parents lived in a lake near the center of Reveria. Compared to the current swamp where he lives now, everything here is bright and lively. As a kid he was welcomed with warmth and love and his parents were as good as they can be. This went on for awhile and Steve was happy, contented. Then until one day, a neighbor accused his Pa of stealing. Just because they are swamp monsters they are deemed as bad creatures for some, a minority in the society of magical creatures. Steve believes it was a set up though, and it was. But it was never proven so they were cast out of the center of Reveria to the east borders as punishment. After several years, his parents died out of grief. From there he lived his life alone in a swamp in the dark forest and dedicated his life hating everything in and outside of it.

Cause of death: He slipped and bump his head in a sharp stone and died.

Name: Artholath

Age: ~1125

Appearance: Human-like with a tall, lean elven body stature, with pitch black hair and extremely pale skin. He wears loose brown robes of a traveller, and has deep, striking blue eyes. Concept image for true form. He has a notable long white scar on the inside of his left leg, regardless of being in human or demon form.

Personality: Cunning, curious and with a rather strong dab of cowardice "survivor's instinct", though he would never admit to the last one. He presents a marginally charismatic exterior but approaches all things with an idea and strategy, with little to no sense of loyalty - though he can be an effective mercenary if the task and end reward benefits him. There is little he is incapable of doing, few crimes he wouldn't commit, and few souls he wouldn't damn for eternity if it meant his advancement.

Powers or Abilities: Physically, his true form has many physical tools, including spikes, claws, and horns, largely tuned for combat and infused with a burning cold to the touch. His specialties are speed, lurking in the shadows and ultimately, assassination. He is particularly fond of creating ice spikes from his claws and manipulating the energy to form various shapes as he desires. He has a few limited spells, now useless, that allow him to cheat death at the hands of most enemies. Yet his death was not caused by "most enemies"...

Equipment and Weapons: His body and innate abilities are his primary weapons and protection; that said, he carries with him at all times a small pitch black arrow head with small purple stains upon it that has no apparent magical properties that he keeps in his clothes.

Universe of Origin: He has been to two realms in his existence, but his origin realm is best named Harrowmount. Both are easily summarized as relatively traditional fantasy realms including their own unique sets of demons.

Bio: Artholath was not born or spawned; he was created. His existence should be credited to a member of "The Warlords", a set of powerful mages in his homeworld that created many powerful magical things, spells and creatures... including a potent army of demons.

Artholath was not notable, either as a warrior, magic user or leader. Indeed, one could consider him the runt of the litter; weaker than most, referred to by the "favorites" as "little cousin" and given barely a passing glance from his creator. Others at his own level were typically skilled in special fields; Artholath was skilled at being blamed for sometimes ridiculous acts. No, his life was far from one of privilege in the ranks of his kind. Perhaps that alone saved him when the Warlords turned on his kind and imprisoned them all, while Artholath alone snuck away and wandered the world as his own were shoved down the gullet of a massive volcano and sealed in with spells considered unbreakable even by archdemons of other realms. But then, no being of that level has actually made the attempt.

For many years, Artholath had a dream to be the one to save his kind. He even came close when he found a human experimenting with much the same concepts as his own creators had. Alas, it was not meant to be. The human was eaten by his experiment, and his experiment was slain without much trouble at all. Trapped below ground, there was one way out - a portal designed by his own creators that lead to the cosmos. Seeing no choice, he entered.

What he found was another world, much like his own, with demons as strong as the best of his kind and a select few wiser and with more skill than even the Warlords. He learned things from two of them; he learned that there was much more to the nature of demons than he had imagined, and he learned tricks to preserve himself from all but the strongest of attacks. He used of them one, in fact, when confronted with a bit more than he could chew at the time. It was successful, but forced him to regenerate from scratch for several years.

Less than a year ago, he followed the path of one of those to defeat him. He discovered that his foe was dead and that the one to slay him was in possession of a blade more powerful than any in that realm; the blade of an archangel.

He followed the path of the blade's user, and the rest is history (that is explained in the next section).

Cause of death: It was simple to kill the blade's wielder in the night. What he didn't expect was to have his very energies incinerated by the blade upon physical contact with its hilt. The effect was so strong that it threw off any hope of split second escape or regenerating in the Abyss and sent him to the realm of the truly dead. Hellova way to go.

Name:
Naki
Age:
Young Adult (240 to 300 years for Elf aging or 20 and 25 years if going by human aging)

Personality:
Naki is a very gentle and naive elf girl. She trusts people she meets very easily and loves a good story. She loves to help those who seem to be in need of help and will put herself in the line of fire to protect someone from death.
Powers or Abilities:
Naki does not have any special powers or abilities.
Equipment and Weapons:
Naki normally fights with a bow and arrow set created for her by her grandfather but in melee combat she will use a small dagger.
Universe of origin, and perhaps a description:
Naki is from a typical mythical universe where elves exist.
Bio (leading up to death):
Naki was born to young elvish parents in a small elvish village. As a young elf Naki was prone to getting herself into danger. She'd venture off into the woods and anger large predators. She was lucky that she was always close to camp when this happened. At the age of 120 her grandfather gifted her a bow and arrow set made custom for her. With that she was taught to be a hunter for her village. She wasn't that good with her weapons but she kept her love of adventuring. Though, just like when she was a child her adventurous nature got her into trouble but this time she didn't survive. She came up against a tall beast, she couldn't remember what it was and she was taken down in one fell swoop of the beast's paw, effectively ending her short life.
Cause of death:
In the basics of it Naki was mauled to death by a large, unknown creature.

Name: Wendell Krupp also known to the media as Blackadder

Age: Looks about 22 years old but is uncertain.

Appearance:

Personality: Blackadder although a silent person has a very strong sense of morals and is not willing to murder innocent people, And he will have no qualms killing people he finds scum and worth the bullet form his gun. He is very laid back taking his time with things although when it comes to jobs he is prepared and ready to complete the job.

Powers or Abilities: Although he has no powers he is quite skilled in guns and stealth making sure to be unnoticed until the right time.

Equipment and Weapons: He is armed with a folding knife and a pump action shotgun.

Universe of origin, and perhaps a description: Alternative earth named Earth 89. Miami Florida during the 80's was a hellish time during which their was a silent war between America and USSR. During this time their was a organization called 52 WICK using their operatives to cause the third world war thanks to a certain silent Florida man.

Bio: (leading up to death): Blackadder was in the military with his comrades for a few years with some of them dying during the call of duty. After his time in the army he moved to Florida where although it was unknown what he did as a job but when he was contacted by 52 WICK he became one of their operatives. Killings Russian mobsters and finally killing the leader of 52 WICK.

Cause of death: Gun down by the police.