Name: Mark Davis
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Class: Mercenary.
Appearance:


Notable Traits: Short temper, alcoholic, loves fighting, has several scars hidden under his cloths and he stands at a height of 6'1.

Belongings: Pack of cigarettes and a sliver flip lighter, a bullet casing neckless, sword and shield and a brass knuckle knife.

Abilities: Taking and dealing damage, fire enhancement which allows him to ignite his sword in fire and strengthen his shield.

Personality: Anti-social, blunt, quick to fight, likes to be left alone, loyal to those who earn his respect, sometimes turns to criminal acts, doesn't mind taking a life or two and once downs a few drinks becomes unpredictable.

History: Mark had a somewhat rough start seeing as how he started off in an orphanage. His home wasn't all bad, the people looking after them did their best and the other kids were normal enough to like. The only problem was that the orphanage its self was within a bad neighborhood. Gang turf wars, drugs, shootings, even kidnappings were simply a day-to-day routine for Mark. His caretakers did their best to keep the children away from the harsh, crime filled life and most of the kids stayed on the good paths. Mark however didn't. Not even three days after his 11th birthday he did his first drug deal, along with a fatal shooting involving a rival dealer. He pulled the trigger. From there on out he grew into the very thing his now former caretakers tried to protect him from. A thug, murder, dope slinger, kidnapper, criminal.

He slowly worked his way up through the crime world and made a very well known name for himself. His reputation soon reached corrupted governmental officials, mafia and even some shady individuals in the underground crime world. Mark knew what he was and knew the path he lead was wrong, but it was to late he thought, he can never go back. That is until a childhood friend from his orphanage was targeted to be kidnapped and sold to an unknown buyer. Finally making up his mind he turned the barrel of his gun on those he worked for and insured their fall. Unfortunately, he fell with them. Now Mark, without any knowledge of his friends fate, stands before a stranger who says he is being granted a second chance in a new life.

Other: Mark will sometimes lose himself within a fit of rage, killing whoever or whatever was in his way. Keep your distance once you hear his animal like snarl. He also had a addiction with drugs in his past life and may experiment with unknown drugs in the new world.

Name: Jessica Parker

Age: 17

Gender: Female

Race: Human

Class: Brawler

Appearance:



Jessica's main outfit consists of a white dress shirt under a suede coat and messily made tie with diagonal cream and red stripes. She wears a short skirt the same color of her coat over a pair of shorts. The oddly formal ensemble clashes with a pair of old trusty red and white sneakers and fingerless gloves, whose tacky fake leather is dyed the color of strawberry syrup.

Personality: Jessica "Punch 'em" Parker, otherwise known as patient zero among anger management counselors, is the result of god trying to make a human sock 'em bop 'em robot. It's not that she goes out of her way to seek violence, it's just that thinking hurts and punching is cool. Word on the block is that she joined a kickboxing tournament and won by punching. Her old room was covered in horse posters, not because she liked them but because they neatly covered the various holes in the wall.

Jessica tends to get fired up over the worst ideas imaginable, and will often quarrel with anyone who knows that eating glue and amateur parkour is bad. She is fond of using ridiculous, incoherent phrases instead of curse words from years of being scolded by teachers.

Likes: Punching, Spicy food, Eurobeat, Initial D, Punching again, Competitive videogames

Dislikes: Tea, Counting, Being told to grow up

Notable Traits: Jessica vaguely fears and respects equines, after having recurring dreams as a child where her horse posters would eat her.

Belongings: A journal and the ugliest pair of gloves the world has ever seen

Abilities: Jessica has gained the ability to use placement magic. Punching can hurt the attacker due to forces recoiling on their own body, but if the fist in question were to warp from point A to point B, the fist would escape recoil damage due to the universe trying to calculate what just happened and giving up halfway through, resulting in a consistent way to inflict damage. If she were to be strong enough she'd be able to warp her body short distances.

Jessica's parkour adventures have made her mildly athletic enough to climb, crawl and jump well past the level of the average person.

History: Jessica was raised in an orphanage and sent to a public school so bad that it was legally classified as a national threat to world stability. Eventually she got used to the hectic atmosphere and the sight of seeing a car on fire twice a week. One day while heading home from school, Jessica attempted to stop two men from mugging a teenager, seemingly succeeding until one pulled out a firearm. She's new to the afterlife, only having been re-alive for a couple of days.

Other: This hasn't been mentioned before, and is a tiny detail to her character. Jessica likes punching.

Name: Olive Bishop
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Race: High Elf
Class: Arcanist

Appearance: Picture, pre-mortem. For elf-version, add elf ears; change clothing for simple, brown robes; and swap out the glasses for wooden spectacles. Six feet tall as a human, six-four as an elf.

Notable Traits: Thinner than your average elf. Almost always has a pair of simple wooden spectacles perched on her nose.

Belongings: The aforementioned eyeglasses and her spellbook are her two most notable possession, and both are somewhat pricy, but far from expensive. The eyeglasses can fold together for ease of storage, and the spellbook is filled with strange, arcane runes and symbols that are meaningless to those that haven't studied magic.

Abilities: Olive starts with two spells, a simple offensive Frostbolt, and a defensive Force Shield. Being a magic-user, she can also perform minor cantrips that wouldn't be on the character's in-game "action bar", so to speak.
Frostbolt, a high mana spell that simply lobs a bolt of frigid magic at the target.
Force Shield, a medium mana spell that conjures a solid barrier at the caster's fingertips, up to Nx3 square inches, where N is the caster's level, capping at level 24. Lasts 60 seconds, though the duration shortens upon taking damage. A single powerful attack can outright shatter it.
Levitation, a low mana cantrip that requires no concentration. Does exaxtly what it says on the tin. Can carry up to 25 pounds of items within a foot of each other. If cast on multiple objects far apart, she can carry (25-(Nx5))÷N pounds, where N is the number of objects levitating (10x2, 3.3x3, 1.25x4, etc. Basically, for every item levitated, subtract 5 lbs, then divide the rest among the items.)

Personality: Olive is incredibly fidgety and easily spooked, which, combined with her fragile frame, makes her seem like she couldn't hurt a fly. After her passing, however, she's found herself commiting surprising acts of bravery in the heat of the moment, despite heart-pounding fear. She prefers a more noncombatitive role, but can defend herself if necessary. While she was alive, she wrote better when she didn't have to worry about deadlines, and this same trait has followed her into this new world.
Olive is incredibly smart and creative, but often has difficulty thinking up the words she needs on the spot. While typically a creature of thought and reason, she can get a bit emotional at times, even angry, though she's conditioned herself to calm down when she feels her temper rising. She's easily frustrated when dealing with people who act irrationally or can't explain their actions, but this frustration typically passes quickly.

History: Throughout her life, Olive was plagued by health issues. From minor afflictions, such as near-sightedness, to life-threatening diagnoses (that she'd much rather keep to herself), she's been in and out of the hospital many times.

Her position wasn't helped by her financial situation, either. As a self-employed author, royalties were scarce, and that, combined with whatever government assistance she could get, barely covered her living expenses. Technically, it didn't cover them at all, and the poor girl spent many days with little to no food just to have enough for next month's rent.

In the end, it wasn't chronic illness that took her life, but a preventable disease. She contracted pneumonia during a cold winter's night, and, though her insurance would cover treatment, her poor health simply made things worse, and, after over a month in the hospital, she passed away...only to awaken in a new world.

She has just woken up in this new world, and has yet to come to terms with what has happened. Still a level 1 arcanist, she has just the beginner's basics of magic down, and, perhaps through improving, she can find a way back to her world, or at least explain what's happened.

Other: As one would expect, she has difficulty reading her spellbook without her spectacles on, due to her near-sightedness. She'd be slower when casting, and may even still completely miscast the spell, anyway.

Name: Skyler Limien

Age: 17

Race: Faerie

Class: Druid


Appearance notes: Skyler stands at about 5’10. With his death, Skyler found he had translucent wings on his back.

Notable Traits: Easy going, enjoys conversation, always willing to try something new

Belongings: A bandolier for vials, an oak wand, a small journal, a small leather bag

Abilities:

1 - Botany & Alchemy: A natural study of the former and an eager student of the former in this new world, Skyler studies producing magical potions and elixirs with this new world’s flora and fauna.

2 - Flight: Although he does have wings, he has yet to full adjust to them. Doing more than hovering is taxing because he doesn’t have the strength to sustain flight yet. He spends plenty of time apologizing for hitting people with them. He tends to forget they exist.

3 -
Spells: [+]
Heart Beat Healing: A spell that wraps a target in a green aura that seems to pulse with life. Heals the target for a small amount per beat over 15 seconds. Must maintain concentration on the spell.

Tension Root: Vines burst forth at the feet of the target, grappling them. As the target moves, the vines tense and force the target to hold still for a few moments in order to loosen them again. Lasts 30 seconds or until the vines are destroyed.

Personality:

Skyler prioritizes fun and new experiences. Relaxed and generally carefree, Skyler firmly believes since everyone is going to die anyway, you might as well enjoy the trip. He’ll never pass up the opportunity to experience something new, be it talking to a stranger at the bus stop or diving off a 50 foot cliff into the ocean. He empathizes well with others and only if you are truly insufferable will he get angry, although it presents as irritation rather than rage.



Other:
Loves coffee. Cannot start his day without his caffeine.
Thinks butterflies are cute but caterpillars are a plague upon the land.

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Name: Hans Joachim

Age: 17

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Class: Horseless Dragoon

Appearance



Notable traits: Considerably faster than an average person. Quite light-weighted despite the appearance.

Belongings: A medium-length light-weighted saber, a small pocket knife.

Abilities and weaknesses:

Hans pretty much sacrifices everything else for the sake of speed and agility. He is fast and knows a bit of parkour and swordsmanship. For magic, he currently only know one spell and it is called ‘Overboost’. In simple terms, it allows him to use his mana to accelerate his own body forward. However, there is a limit to his overboost, even if the mana pool allows him otherwise. At the beginning of his journey, he can only accelerate to nearly twice his own maximum speed.

Just because he merely focuses on speed and agility, he isn't a ninja, nor does he fights stealthily. Instead, he prefers to take his enemies head on. He is pretty much made of glass, and can be taken down very easily provided that you manage to land a hit on him.

Personality:

Loyal until death is what best defined the young Hans, and the word betray is never listed in his vocabulary. Perhaps a little bit too loyal, to the point of naivety. He can appear a little bit uncooperative at first, but once earned his trust, you will never be able to shake him off, as he will be clingy and follow you until either he or you die. Hans has a common sense about pride, honor and justice but will not hesitate to abandon that if those he deem trustful and deserving of his loyalty are threatened or harmed. After passing into the afterlife, his naivety began to fade away a bit, as he is more cautious around others, but he is still trusting of others, and once you show him genuine kindness and dedication to him, you know the result.

Concerning his sociability, when the mood is right, Hans is generally friendly and is not afraid to speak to others. He prefers a very close combat role in an open space where he can utilize his strength, and is very confident in his agility and speed, a trait he still retains after his death. Unsurprisingly, Hans is a speed lover, and likes to do things hastily, and is very impatient when it comes to long-term plannings and waiting.

History:

Hans was born and grew up in a typical average family. His parents were all office workers, not wealthy but not financially struggling. His love for speed came from the fact that he was considered the fastest runner in his town, and had achieved several medals for short-distance sprinting. But due to several circumstances relating to his profile and scores in middle school, he was forced to transfer to a below-average standard high school, where his personality just did not dissolve well with the rest of the environment.

He was seen as trustful, loyal but clingy. And that is exactly the problem for him. While there were friends that knew and respected his personality, other kids merely see it as irritating and petty. They usually pretended to be good friends to earn his trust, manipulating him into doing things they personally didn’t want to do, and then consider him complete strangers once they achieved their goals, as if they never have met. But the last part did not go as they had planned, as he kept getting on and on with friendships that he never thought that it was fake. This caused him to often get caught in fights against a few of his ‘friends’. He met his demise in one of those fights, where he was pushed and fell, his nape cracked into the edge of a table, thus breaking his neck. A while after death, he was transferred to a city called Southmere, where he would restart his life in a new way. And of course, he did not have a choice

Others: Hans can be spooked by touching his nape, which is the cause of his passing. A nightmare that haunted him even in death

Name: Aear Nen (Post-Mortem) River Fontaine (Pre-Mortem)

Age: 18 (Converted to human years)

Gender: Ambiguous

Race: Sea-Elf

Class: Mage ( More specifically a Hydro-mancer)

Appearance:

Notable Traits: One of the first things that anyone notices on Aear is their Crystal Blue-Green eyes resembling the deep and rich colours of a lagoon. After one is done being mesmerized by their eyes the next few features come as follows, small sea-elf ears, the scarf that almost encompasses their face, and (to the most observant people) the gills neatly tucked behind their ears.

Belongings: Small "Leather" messenger bag made of cured kelp from the seas of his homeland. A short sword, just in case magic isn't an option.

Abilities: Aear is more than just a pretty face, they're also fairly versed in the art of Hydro-mancey. The first spell in their arsenal is Duin ún a spell that requires a small to medium amount of mana depending on how its used. Duin ún can create creatures for use of surveillance, transportation, or in worst cases combat. Aear can create up to
,
orthe bigger the creature or the more they create, the higher the cost of mana.
Their next, more offensive spell, is Duin Armorui which has the ability to create weapons made of water. Aear's top 3 tend to be a Whip, Bo, and short sword as they take the least toll on them and are simpler and small in volume. Though those may be their only spells available to them at the moment Aear's sea-elf heritage allows for them to perform feats mere humans can't. They can breathe under water due to the amphibious nature of sea-elfs as well as having the capability to swim in water with more ease than most non aquatic races.

Personality: As all things water, Aear is very fluid in nature. They tend to be able to adapt to most situations and are typically very energetic and cheerful. Aear is eager to learn but is stubborn in that they will never learn any magic beyond hydro-mancy.

History:River Fontaine was a 25 year old Marine Biologist. He stuck to his work and maintained no romantic life...well no life in general. When not pouring over his notes, staring and examining the aquatic creatures, or day dreaming of what it must be like to live in the sea; he spent his time gaming, shut in from the rest of the world. His social anxiety caused him to never venture out far and only ever truly feel at peace and at home when either in his fantasy games or surround by his work with the sounds of sea life active and happy. It was of course his love for these creatures that caused his untimely demise when he came about a peculiar little creature not yet discovered, a small blue ringed starfish. It's bright and vibrant colours lured him in to see what this fine specimen could offer and as soon as he went to grab it he felt a sharp pain, then nothing, then black...Turns out this starfish was a chimera created from the extremely dangerous blue ringed octopus and a general starfish. When River awoke he was given a chance to become something he's always wanted to be...a creature of the sea. He quickly asked about the "character creation" of this new world and what his limitations are. Soon after he was finished customizing himself to his liking he became they and they became a dream come true for not only were they of the sea but also could command it in small ways.

Name: Forrest Brian Idland
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Race: Dark Elf
Class: Mage Summoner
Appearance:
Forrest’s new race brought a few new characteristics about his appearance. As opposed to his pink fleshy skin before, the pigment has changed to a paleish color. His veins are more visible and are clearly blue due to his dark elf heritage. Another trait is hidden by his hair. Like most elves, he has received the pointy ear gene. Speaking of hair, his red locks have shifted to a blackish color.
The elf mage stands at 5’9 and his weight is 189 lbs. He doesn’t have an impressive body figure. Forrest isn’t a sickly skinny individual nor an overweight person. The guy is just “average.”

Notable Traits: Forrest does have a small scar above his right eyebrow from his past life. It’s not too menacing for his appearance. In fact, it is usually covered by his hair anyway.

Belongings: The elf mage has a few items to help him with his class status. A mage summoner must have the proper items to tame an animal or bring monsters from other realms. His person is equipped with several charms in order to trap a creature’s soul. Four of the charms he came into the fantasy world are used up and glow in different colors corresponding to the soul of the monster.

Abilities: Forrest can summon monsters from the dark realm or can bring forth creatures he has tamed in battle.




Leadership: Forrest has the ability to lead people through his charismatic attitude.

Cooking: He brought one of his hobbies back from his previous life. Forrest enjoyed cooking before and tends to continue his passion.

Personality: Forrest has a laid-back attitude. He doesn’t tend to mix up with drama. Most of his dialogue is jokes, puns, or even sarcasm. Using too much work for a project will bring complaints and sighs from the elven man. Forrest might not be too trusting of people; however, he does like cooking for them. If he doesn’t trust them, he’ll tell them to refer to him as “Brian.”

History: Forrest was beginning to go to culinary school. He already received his associate’s degree from dual-credits in high school. He attempted a full year in culinary arts before death had taken him. The reason he chose cooking as a profession was that it seemed like less work as a job.
He also chose cooking mainly because he enjoyed the passion. Forrest had an art of creating new recipes and improvising old ones. He doesn’t admit it, but he does love it when people compliment his food.

Other: (I can’t think of anything.)

Name:
Christopher Erikson
Age:
20
Gender:
Male
Race:
Half-Elf
Class:
Dragon Priest
Appearance:
Notable Traits:
Only Erik's right ear is pointed.
Erik has two markings, one beneath each eye.
Belongings:
A hand made black scarf, with random white markings.
A pair of rare dragon scaled gloves, black in color.
Abilities:
Erik's magic is based off Dragon capabilities, and while not sthat impressive now, may develop into something fearsome if practiced.
Dragon Aspect- Erik can take on qualities of his dragon master, varying from simply scales, to claws, to possibly even more, if the ability is mastered.
Dragon's Fire- Erik has a dragon's flame within, constantly burning. He can call upon this flame for varying uses, from simple warmth, super heating sections of his body, to even expelling fire from his own maw.

Close Combat- Erik's skills make him a very dangerous individual at close range.
Tank- Erik is one who likes to be in the fray. He is one that can grab his enemies attention, and will happily keep it if it means his allies can work freely.
Personality:
Erik is a kind soul with a chip on his shoulder. He can be short tempered, cold, foul mouthed, and quick to challenge, but given enough time in his company, his mask can melt away.
Under his almost selfdestructive behavior, Erik holds certain ideals in high regard. Respect, equality, fairness, defending the weak, and putting the undeserving in their place. Erik also holds friends, family, and comrades in high regard, and will even risk his own life to keep them safe, doing everything in his power to make them happy.
However, while few have seen it, he refuses to do one thing. Erik Will. Not. Beg.
History:
Erik had a rather poor upbringing. Living in a house with a drunk of a father and a mother that passed early on in his life, his childhood wasnt pleasant. His father would drink on a near constant basis, neglecting the children he was meant to care for.
Erik's sister and he lived like this for years. His sister, a couple years older, was accustomed to it, and was more of a parental figure than his father ever was. She supported him, and made sure he was cared for. She even fell into a more... risky method to provide. As time went on His sister eventually moved out on her own, and soon managed to take the rights as his caretaker.
Life began to shape up afterwards. Money may have been tight, but with his sister working two jobs and he working a partime aswell, they made ends meet. It wasnt perfect, by any means, but it was better than the alternative. Alas, life is a cruel illusion, and few know this better than Erik.
A fire started within the apartment, and quickly the siblings found themselves trapped. It was a miracle either survived, but through his sister's sacrifice, Erik lived. With third degree burns across his body, bandaged from head to toe, and unable to feel without excruciating pain, Erik fell into a fit of depression as he remained in his hospital bed. For six months, he remained in that bed, before finally letting himself be free of his physical confines.
After six months, Christopher Erickson passed away from extensive burns to his body...

As of now Erik stands at a low level. His abilities are limited, and few, but how he got ahold of such abilities is unknown to others.
Other:
Erik despises alcohol, and will openly say so.
Anything gained from "Dragon aspect" can be compared to the beast below. He also bears the same under-eye markings

Name: Ysran Stormreach

Age: 23

Gender: Male

Race: Elf

Class: Occultist

Appearance:




Notable traits: A deep understanding of the Eldritch and unknown. Not to mention, he knows a secret Occult language. And a ton of money. But I guess that doesn't really mean a whole lot now.

Abilities: Occult magic. For now, Ysran can only cast two spells, Eldritch Blast, a large ball of force and acidic darkness. Basically, a bowling ball made of acid is thrown at you. Really hard. The second spell is called Fishscales. It creates a layer of Scale-like armor over the skin. It looks a little weird, but it works. He's also pretty good at remembering things, as well as overall having good intellect.

Personality: Could be described as "Neutral Evil" he won't cause destruction and mayhem for the sake of it, but in the pursuit of knowledge and power, no price is to great to pay, even if it means resorting to things others may find "evil," Other than that, he is very curious, and a bit... Sociopathic, to say. His long exposure to the Eldritch have... affected him. It's not enough to be easily noticed, but if you pay close enough attention...

History: Oh boy, here goes. Ysran was born to a pair of successful harbor owners. The owners of Stormreach Harbor. A large and popular harbor, the three were very well off. But like any good protagonist, his parents died at an early age, and the family friends raised Ysran in the ways of finance and business. He went to the best schools money could buy, and his intellect was always prominent. But again, like any good protagonist, he lost interest, and decided to roam the world. Eventually, joining an archeological team, he delved into ruins, where he discovered an old leather-bound tome, detailing the secrets of the Eldritch.

Taking it home, he learned of a secret Occult language, and eventually met others like him. Together they would explore ruins, collect artifacts, and learn of ancient secrets. Upon returning home, Ysran would meet his end from a Sparta kick from a fanatic of the Occult. The harbor owner drowning. How ironic. As the salty ocean water filled his lungs, his senses faded, and everything faded to black.

But that is not where his story ends, however. Ysran sat up, gasping for air, his head swimming with arcane and Occult patterns. He was in some sort of old-timey inn. Exploring the room, he found a mirror, and quickly realized his appearance had completely changed! Asking around, apparently, he'd been here for a couple of days. After walking around town, he'd be directed to some sort of guild. Deciding that he had nothing better to, he joined in. Who knows? It may help him get home.

Other: Ysran carries a Machete, and his spells are committed to memory.

Name: Kurotsuki Haruka

Age: 16

Gender: Female

Race: Human

Class: Ninja



Notable Traits: Haruka's canine teeth are longer and pointier than most people's, making them more like fangs. Most people don't notice this detail because of her scarf covering her face, however.

Belongings: A satchel filled with ten shuriken, a fire scroll, an ice scroll, and an electricity scroll.

Abilities: Being a ninja, Haruka is crazy fast and more than capable of hit and run attacks. However, lightning quick kicks and punches aren't all that she's good for. Certain items, like shuriken and kunai, can be thrown for ranged attacks, while scrolls can be used for magical attacks of different elements, like fire, ice, and electricity. There's a variety of items that ninja like Haruka can use for different effects, ranging from healing techniques to techniques that raise offense and defense. Despite the versatility, however, Haruka is still rather squishy, and can't take too much of a beating before being down and out for the count.

Personality: Even before her 'afterlife', Haruka was always under the impression that she was some legendary ninja. Her name for that role is Black Moon, which she took from her family name. For the most part, she acts and speaks like a stoic 'badass', but once someone points out how silly the whole thing is, she drops the act and snaps at them for making fun of her persona. She's actually a rather sensitive and hot-headed person, so it isn't too hard to make her drop the badass ninja act.

History: Growing up, Haruka always had a very vivid imagination. Whether it be from a TV show, a video game, or even a picture-less book, her mind was always filled to bursting with ideas. She just had a very lively way of expressing them.

Starting at the tender age of three, Haruka's life was spent living with her grandfather, a kindhearted and easygoing old man with a love of bats and other creatures of the night. Her mother had contracted a grave illness that left her hospitalized, and her father simply spent too much time at work to be able to stay back home and look after his only daughter. So, Mr. and Mrs. Kurotsuki left Haruka with the former's father until the latter recovered.

The problem, however, is that the latter never recovered.

At only four years of age, Haruka lost the woman who had given her life itself. Needless to say, she was heartbroken, and needed some way to distract herself from the pain. Thankfully, her grandfather had a working television, a decently-sized collection of video games, and a massive library filled with books. It didn't take very long before Haruka was happy again, and positively exploding with ideas.

A lot of the things she had read, played, and watched dealt with ninja, which, as a concept, seemed absolutely incredible to Haruka. Since she and her grandfather always went on nightly walks out in the garden, it gave the young girl plenty of opportunity to act like one herself. It was behavior that even stretched out into her school days; she always pretended to be a ninja, either on the playground or off.

However, not everything in her life after that point went as well as she would have liked. On the night of her sixteenth birthday, Haruka went on a nightly walk with her grandfather, as she always did. In an eager attempt to show off just how much she had grown, the teenager jumped off the railing that separated her grandfather's garden and the rest of the city...

...and plummeted into the river below.

After a pointless struggle to get out of her tight scrape, Haruka drowned, ending her life prematurely after a careless and foolish display intended to impress the man who had looked after her for most of her life. The body was never recovered, and some say it still drifts around the world to this day.

Miraculously, however, Haruka seemed to be alive, though not quite in the world that she knew. She woke up from some sort of unconscious state beside a river, being barked at and prodded by a dog of some kind. After fully opening her eyes, she saw not only the dog, but an honest to God ninja, apparently. Haruka was still groggy, but she could make out the ninja saying something along the lines of "come with me to Southmere". Afterwards, the ninja, accompanied by the dog, hauled a still dazed Haruka over his shoulder and began walking in the direction of a particularly large city. Haruka was eventually dropped off at a building known as the Adventurer's Guild, where she turned around to thank the man who brought her back to civilization.

He was gone. As was the dog.

The doors then opened, revealing a pleasant-looking young woman who asked who Haruka was. After explaining and following the woman inside, Haruka looked at herself and saw that the man who had helped her wasn't the only ninja around. Not anymore, at least.

Ahrim Mustalph

Age: 21
Gender: Male
Race: Psi-Wolf

Class: Pack Leader
Appearance: Resembling a canine, Ahrim’s new form is substantially larger than any wolf from modern Earth. About 1.3m at the shoulders and 2m from base of tail to head, he is quite heavy at nearly 350lbs. The fur on his back and lower body is rather smooth and pleasant to the touch, if a bit messy. The three flaps that extend from his head normally lay flat against him, but move freely when the tendrils are projected. His tail is quite long, extending over 2m in length, and is both dexterous and strong enough to hold things fairly easily.

Notable Traits: His entire appearance is basically impossible to miss. Three orange tendrils can extend from the three flaps on his shoulders and back, and drift behind him until directed. The numerous eye-like pieces that adorn various parts of his body also blink at random, though they don’t seem to be functional for providing sight.

Belongings: Nothing really.

Abilities: Ahrim seems to have a very limited access to a specialized school of summoning magic. At the moment he can conjure up wispy forms of wolf-like creatures immediately around him. They bite and claw at enemies briefly before fading, allowing him a slight increase in melee effectiveness.

In addition to that, he can form telepathic links with other people by tapping them with one of the three tendrils he can generate. While the range is not unlimited, it does allow him to act as a communication hub for up to three others.

Supernatural abilities aside, he’s a decent blend of agile and strong, making him a rather decent combatant in close quarters even without his strange magic. While his ranged abilities are limited to flicking projectiles with his tail, Ahrim doesn’t seem to have much trouble aiming with those either.

Beyond that, his new body is well suited for tracking and chasing down targets in all manners of terrain. His senses are odd though… sharper and dulled at the same time. They fade from his awareness when he doesn’t pay attention on them, and it’s most noticeable for his sense of smell. Makes falling asleep incredibly easy, but he’s also one of the heaviest and most unaware sleepers.

Personality: A thrill seeker, Ahrim has always been a rather boisterous and reckless person. Though he’s not particularly charismatic, he is the type to go first and lead through example. A very physically active person, he enjoys playing sports or going for a hike over spending an afternoon in a coffee shop.

Not particularly introspective, he works surprisingly well with others that share a mindset of getting things done. He realizes he doesn’t like to think in terms of the big picture, and gladly allows others to take over that position, but chaffs easily under meticulous planning and strategy. Keep things simple for him, and he’ll find a way to make things work; he doesn’t need or care to hear extraneous details.

Adapting to his new shape has been… rather tasking for Ahrim. He’s always been rather sure-footed, but that was with two legs and no tail to worry about. It doesn’t seem to bother him in combat, but when walking around in the city, he’s a bit clumsy. It’s also a bit disconcerting for him to not be able to make facial expressions or gestures with his hands, so he can come off as stilted or a bit awkward when he speaks. The fact that he’s limited to telepathic speech does not help this in the slightest.

History: A fairly uninteresting story that’s probably fairly common, save the age at which it ended. He grew up in a middling household with parents that tried their best to make ends meet for him and his brother. He spent many afternoons running around the neighborhood with his friends, and grew up with a love for being outdoors and on the move.

Throughout his school life, Ahrim participated heavily in track and field and consistently had a good showing. It didn’t cost much to practice, and he was blessed enough to hold some talent and physique in the activity. Putting in the effort to study and keep his academics somewhat decent allowed him to aim for a scholarship as well.

Things were looking good. A scholarship in processing, strong showings at recent track meets, and a family that was proud of him. Ahrim couldn’t have asked for more. Which made the sudden diagnosis of brain cancer all the harder to accept.

It didn’t advance particularly fast, but proved to be rather persistent and hard to treat. Whittling away at Ahrim’s health over the years until he was forced to remain in the hospital. It took most of that time for him to finally come to terms that his condition was most likely fatal, and it only took a few days in terminal care before he asked for the plug to be pulled. He could barely stay awake now, and there wasn’t any hope left in him. What little time he had left would probably on hurt his family. The sooner he passed on, the sooner they could start to move on. Or so he hoped.

Ahrim wasn’t too sure if he was being punished when he next awoke. He had never been particularly religious, but why else would he have woken as a god damned beast?!? Well… that wasn’t entirely accurate, he could still remember the life he’d lived and his intelligence didn’t seem all that diminished either. Still… what the hell was he supposed to do now?