Name: Nicholas 'Nick' Juniper
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Appearance: Nicholas stands just a little under 5'7", with a lean muscled build that is suggestive of someone who participates in a fair amount of physical activity. He has very soft, gentle facial features with the exception of his striking red eyes. His hair is blonde and choppy, with tangled locks spiked up in a very eclectic fashion. His pale complexion is littered with freckles across his cheeks and nose bridge. These same freckles can be seen along the back of his neck as well as the top of his shoulders. Nicholas is almost always seen wearing some kind of bruise and a cheeky smile, lending to his mischievous and rough nature.

His casual attire is usually just a pair of khaki shorts and a white singlet, with a bone necklace hanging from his neck. Though on the rare occasion Nicholas likes to impress, he has been known to don a pair of sleek black trousers and dress shoes with a matching button up shirt and hooded blazer.

Personality: An impulsive troublemaker with unmatched drive and a heart of gold.
Nicholas has been described by many as brash and temperamental. He doesn't know the meaning of the word 'subtle' and does everything with a bang. He has a desire to be at the center of attention wherever he is, and refuses to be bested by anyone. This stubbornness can often cause him to bite off more than he can chew. Coupled with his extreme temper and hatred of his own weakness, Nicholas is known to get a little hot headed and irrational at times.

A bit of a prankster, Nicholas doesn't see the harm in a little practical fun at the expense of others. While kind natured at his core,
he can come off as quite insensitive with his cheap tricks and impeccable way of getting underneath your skin for the fun of it. Mostly,
he's just curious to see how people will react or if they're as volatile as he can be. That's not to say he isn't a good sport when someone gives him a taste of his own medicine; he appreciates a good joke as much as the next guy. Though you'd better be ready for his inevitable attempt to one up you and have the last laugh.

Biography: North-east from the coast of Queensland, just south of Noumea, is the island of Malkuth; an island resting upon a dormant underground volcano. The people of Malkuth are proud and headstrong, resisting the fiendish grip of the Elemental Tyrant with all their might. Devout believers of the ancient prophecy, the islands residents have built their way of life around preparing for the chosen elemental child to be born. When Nicholas was born to a young couple from Australia who sought refuge in the islands, the volcano erupted for the first time in what they believed to be thousands of years. The islanders took this to be a sign from the Elemental God of Fire.

There was quite a lot of controversy over raising Nicholas under the ways of Malkuthian tradition, as many viewed he and his family as nothing but outsiders. Though once the young mans power over Fire began to manifest, there could be no doubt that he was indeed one of the children of the prophecy. Though as quick as he'd attained them, his power began to spiral out of control. Fire is, after all, unpredictable and brash; much like Nicholas himself. For his own safety and that of the people, Nicholas was sent underneath the island to an ancient temple built within the scorching volcano. Here he would confide with the Fire Sages, who helped him better understand the power of Flame as well as trained him in martial arts and meditation.

Though Nicholas was never one to be satisfied with a life cooped inside some stuffy old temple. Whilst he respected the Sages and their teachings, the talk of the prophecy he was born into filled his head with visions of grandeur. So, one night, he stole a small sailboat and headed off into the sea to chase his dreams and fulfill the prophecy.

Element: Fire
Nicholas is able to produce and manipulate fire to his whim. Whilst his element is inherently destructive, Nicholas has learnt to some degree to control the raging inferno that is his element. Though his patience is very thin, and he can be a bit of a wildfire when he starts to feel flustered.

In addition to flames, Nicholas is also able to produce intense explosions that hold incredible destructive power. Though these expend a lot more energy and effort to use. He hasn't quite fully grasped this power yet, only able to produce minor eruptions.

Fire is also the element of emotion; or more specifically passion and fury. Nicholas' Inner Flame grows stronger the more he lets himself succumb to his own rage and drive. In this state, the intensity and power of his fire grows. Though much like the emotions themselves, the flames created from these feelings are wild, unpredictable and dangerous to foes, allies and Nicholas himself.

Power: Icarus Drive
Nicholas is able to sprout a pair of spectral phoenix wings, burning brightly and allowing him the ability of Flight. These wings can be augmented with his own Fire, allowing them to be used as melee weapons. He has little control over this ability as of yet and can only use it when his Inner Flame blazes to life.

Location: Previous resident of Malkuth Island.
Family: Mother and Father. Australian.
Friends: He had a few on the island that he's had to leave behind.
Sentimental Attachment: A Shark Tooth Necklace.
Other: While no expert, Nicholas is decent in hand to hand combat.

Name: Jakobe Söderström
Gender: Female
Age: 14


Appearance:
5’2’’ and 105 lbs, Jakobe barely hits her recommended weight. Certainly not an imposing figure. Much less so with her soft features and scared grey eyes. Her long red hair is always pulled back in a ponytail, away from her eyes. She usually wears a simple t-shirt and jeans under her layers of winter clothes, her only form of accessory being a blue diving watch on her left wrist. It’s less for use than it is for sentimental value.

Personality:
Quiet, reserved, and jittery. Jakobe is a girl of few words. She’s grown used to have very few people to talk to, so she’s used to keeping her thoughts to herself. Extremely level-headed though easily flustered, Jakobe is a born survivor. She prefers the being in the background, away from attention, safe in anonymity. She’s small enough to get her way in that regard. Her family drilled paranoia and cynicism into her as a means to keep her safe. As such, she isn't very good or trusting when it comes to people. She hasn’t seen many of them in her life, after all. But she is still a naïve child, and if you make her feel safe even a little bit, you’ll find her almost attached at your waist. She is desperate for company, terrified of being left alone. Alone, she’s defenseless.

Young as she is and so new to her powers, what with her ingrained skepticism, Jakobe has little to no faith in herself. Much less the prophecy. Like most of the people in her homeland, she finds it absurd, despite knowing of the powerful magic that exists in the world. All she wants is a home, somewhere to feel safe in. She's not really sure how far she'll go to get that.

“I’m not safe. I was once, but he took that from me. He takes it from all of us.”

Bio:
After years of the Elemental King’s infanticidal rule, Scandinavia's population has become small enough to be housed in few and scattered apartment blocks, sky-scraping behemoths, so tall that the only lightning that ever struck did so on their lightning rods. In Sweden, these are called jättetrakter. The people within these barely ever leave them. There’s nothing but miles and miles of desolate towns in between them. The jättetrakter are slowly becomes ghost towns themselves. Their inhabitants age, and without children, their numbers only grow smaller. With the exception of Stockholm, most jättetrakter nowadays are only half filled with people, whole floors left void of life.

One such jättetrakt, where Skogstorp once stood, is more than just brick and metal. In its foundations lie ancient spells, enchanted runestones whose magic muddles even the Elemental King’s. Its walls rumbled, power outages plagued it, and the skies seemed to be always ravaged by thunderstorms. It wasn’t long before the place was called haunted by its inhabitants. When enough of them died out, the few people who lived in it abandoned it, in favor for the Stockholm jättetrakt. It’s lonely silhouette was a grim reminder of the toll of the Elemental King’s rule. Yet, its walls hid a secret that threatened to tear down this same rule: a child. Fourteen years ago, Bengta Söderström fell pregnant. She, her husband, and mother sought refuge within these haunted walls, hoping their daughter would be safe from the Elemental King. It was a only one of hundreds of abandoned jättetrakter. Surely the King wouldn't think much of it. They’d all heard of the prophecy, that the Elemental King’s infanticidal rampage was due to his fear of eight children destined to overthrow him. Ridiculous. How could children overthrow a king? All they were sure of was that their daughter was in danger as long as she was a child. If they could just keep her hidden until adulthood, until she isn’t a threat to the king, she would be safe. All they had to do was wait, and hope Jakobe would grow to womanhood before she could fall into the Elemental King’s hand.

Jakobe, like most inhabitants of jättetrakter, never really saw the light of day, raised within the metal confines of her home. But she didn’t mind. She was never drawn to the outside world. Out there she could be seen. Out there she could be hunted. She was happy, safe, even if just with the company of her parents, grandmother, and Mattias, the sole survivor of a elkhound litter they found in the higher levels of the jättetrakt. No, Jakobe wasn’t lonely. What she was is afraid. The Elemental King’s power only kept growing, and her family only kept wasting away. She could tell her father’s knees didn’t work as they did before, the growing grey hairs on her mother’s head. Her grandmother grew weaker every day. The Söderströms were fighting against time. They were few, fading. None were warriors, and none could defend themselves from the Elemental King’s wrath should word reach him of the child they keep in secret.

Their worst fear became true when one night a group of rangers came to their jättetrakt. They found young Jakobe in the lower levels, and when they attempted to take her, her family came to her help. They lost. Her father, mother, and grandmother were all killed, and she was alone. One of the men grabbed Jakobe by the hair as she tried to escape and pulled. There was a blinding light, a sound like cymbals crashing together. The men fell to the ground, burnt and smoking, hearts no longer beating. Jakobe was next to her father’s body, digging her face in his chest, sobbing.

More would come, she knew that much. She had no choice but to leave her home, or she would surely be captured by the Elemental King. She couldn't save her family, but she could honor them and carry on their task by staying alive. With only some supplies and Mattias at her side, Jakobe left her home. She had no idea where to go, no idea what her newfound powers meant. She only knew she had to move. Nowhere was safe. Not as long as the Elemental King was alive.

Element: Thunder/Lightning
Power: Technopathy. Jakobe can communicate with and control technology, which made upkeep of the jättetrakt easy. It’s a power she doesn’t really know she has. Her family always thought Jakobe was just really good with technology, so that’s what she believes.
Location: Currently the Danish coast, just past the Øresund Bridge. She’s exhausted right now. It’s a long bridge.
Family: Åke Söderström (father), Bengta Söderström (mother), Catrine Nyberg (grandmother)
Friends: Mattias
Sentimental Attachment: A watch she took from her father's corpse
Other: Nut allergy. Oddly comfortable in confined places. English is like a second language to her. Thick accent,though.

Pet Name: Mattias (Mats)
Pet Age: 7
Pet Gender: Male
Pet Species: Norwegian Elkhound

Pet Personality:
Mattias, as any elkhound, is an extremely loyal, brave, powerful beast. Having been raised by Jakobe, he shows her complete dedication and would do anything to keep her safe. He would never back down from a fight for her sale, not even against creatures twice his size, as elkhounds do. Mattias has tons of energy and needs to release it, oftentimes in the form of bouncing along his master, running in circles, or even digging holes in random places. He is Jakobe’s only friend, and she his. Anyone that threatened either of them has hell coming.