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Maxwell Stone

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28

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Novan, Hedgehog (Spicati)

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-Red Fur
-Pilot Fatigues

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Brawler: Max is a loud and aggressive individual with a long history of getting into fights. He is not martially trained in this manner and has no tact or foresight, but due to his build and temper is still relatively dangerous in close combat.

Gunslinger: Max was trained in firearms as a child in a loose frontier state that was as dangerous as it was wild. As a byproduct Max is a great shot whether he is firing a bolt-action rifle or a double-action revolver. By extension he could be decent with a trenchgun as well, though Max will tell you that he likes firing faster rather than harder.

Expert Pilot: From ages sixteen to twenty-three, Max served as one of the members of an independent flight squadron. An unlikely choice due to his young age, Max found eventually won over his comrades-in-arms with diligence and talent. By the time of the freelancing squadron disbanded Max’s exploits fighting pirates had earned him a reputation, though due to practices Max’s name was never leaked thus relatively pushing Max’s talents into obscurity. That said, Max is a capable pilot and one of the craftiest ace’s to fly the crimson skies; boasting himself that he can fly any flying machine crafted by Novan or Miran alike.

_{N O T E S}

Yara Stone: Max's sister.

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Taffy Tanner

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20

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Novan, Raccoon (Lotori)

_{D E S C R I P T I O N}

-Raccoon-pattern Gray, Black and White Fur
-Raven-black hair with straight bangs and a long single braid that reaches down to the small of her back
-Red long-sleeved button-up shirt, jeans, hiking shoes

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Field Medic: Taffy has spent the last two years studying at the Medical Institute of Colosse to become a doctor. Part of this training is to give her an expert grasp of first aid, CPR, physical and massage therapy, lifeguard swimming and rescue, and the use of certain advanced Novan medical technologies to speed up healing and prevent infection. The Colossan Institute is very comprehensive in training medical experts, and Taffy is among the best students there.

Fit as a Fiddle: Taffy has dedicated a great amount of her personal time to keeping her body strong with gymwork and aerobic exercise, like hiking and swimming, during the past two years of medical study. While not especially stronger or faster than the average Novan, Taffy has a capacity for endurance and experience with camping on her own. She is able to slug onward through difficult conditions and is surprisingly physically tough.

Hard As Nails: Manifesting in a gruff outward shell of straightforward stubbornness, Taffy isn't interested in playing games or beating around the bush. Her terrible bedside manner aside, she has a powerful drive to become a better doctor and person, to be prepared for anything, as a result of a personal tragedy that happened shortly after her first year at the Colossan Institute. If she thinks someone needs help, she helps them, whether or not she likes them and whether or not they want the help. And pray for anyone who gets in her way, for she is full of flame and fury, and does not suffer fools lightly.

Also, she has a mean crotch-destroying kick, reserved for those who particularly raise her ire.

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Yonath Syrain

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15 GSA

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• 1/2 Lutran
• 1/2 Human

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Yonath is a stocky young man with shaggy auburn hair. He generally wears a contrast of shorts and pink hoodie with “zef laaitie” scrawled on it in black marker. He appears to be a Lutran physically though there are signs of his mixed species heritage in his extremities. He typically rotates between threatening, smug, coy and condescending looks at regular intervals.

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• "Mercantile": Yonath watched his parents unique talent for trading from a very young age. When his father passed, though young, Yonath quickly took over the family business and continued it even after his mother's death.

• Persuasion: Tying in the first to the second Yonath has a unique knack for finding the exact method to bring others around to his way of thinking.

• Zef: It means you're a piece of shit, but somehow Yonath has turned this not only into an identity but a selling point.

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• "Zef Laaite" means a kid who is a piece of shit.

• Yonath's Backpack: [+]

  

Xell

Name:
Xell Weaver

Age
27

Ethnic background
Novan Dragon, Draconi

Description
-Grey scaled dragon with white Tiger stripes on his knees and forearms
-Short stature, has a height of roughly 5'4.
-Strong hind legs with a long tail and has a light upper torso. Almost a pear-shaped figure.
-Has small purple/lavender wings
-Has a full head of azure blue hair
-Has a white stomach which extends to his mussel and eye brow areas
-Has distant blue eyes. Most of the time.

Capabilities

Former soldier
Xell was born and raised within a military company (known as Winterfeld & Hill) that went under the guise of a pharmaceutical entity.
He proved to be a single handed legitimate fighting force. He lead a life with discipline and serious intention.
He is therefore enforced with the belief of maintaining team work, structure, routine and believes in moral justice.
His leadership skills were believed to be sound and competent and thus he found himself promoted through the ranks to Sergeant Rhinestone.
One expedition found his leadership skills however, had cost the lives of 900 men after defying orders of withdrawing his losing platoon against a dire battle.
Overwhelmed with a sense of burdening guilt and tarnished self-value, he self-exiled himself from the Army and disappeared as a lost entity.
Never to be heard again from BioCorp or anyone else, who knew him or of his existence.

Present status
Xell is still physically fit and well equipped with knowledge on survival.
He suffers from post-traumatic stress disorder and localised amnesia (inability to recall specific events). To the point where he fades in and out of consciousness at inconvenient moments. He hallucinates and gets confused or dazed with his surroundings.
Actual reality before him will submerge to unsettling images where the surroundings look distorted, foggy, black and organic life even looks disfigured.
Something that could be attributed to his past where he made a fatal mistake that cost his platoon 900 lives. Seeing mangled and blood washed bodies strewn across the trench warfare.
Xell relies on certain medications he is able to scavenge or find through dealers to help him through his dysphoric episodes.
He exercises common sense and still carries the strong sense of discipline. Perhaps pushing himself too far sometimes with challenges to the point of physical
exhaustion. Being that that was all he knew when being raised, order, discipline, and pushing himself to the next level, he can't let go despite all that has happened.

Personality
Xell is placid and composed, most of the time. Even looks stoic to many that meet him most of the time. A facade to conceal all former hardships he has endured.
Since leaving the army, and life events he cannot remember, no one really knows him that well at all at this point.
Despite having lead a life of discipline and strict routine, Xell hasn't been conversational for a long time. Whenever he does have any interactions with anyone, he has
a tendency to shrug his shoulders ever so slightly forwards. Almost implying that he's uncertain of himself or the life he is living in.
Deep down inside, he may still be caring and will try to help anyone who is in danger or suffering. This is evident from his past army life with leading his men and also saving small creatures of the forest at present from difficult situations.
Given his PTSD and his desire to start a fresh slate, he has become an impressionable being once again and depending on how Novans and Mirans will treat or interact with him,
this will determine whether he can eventuate into an individual of good morale. Or one to fall off the straight and narrow path.

Skills
Can glide with his small wings which can allow him to jump over wide gaps.
Wings have ulcers and lesions for reasons he cannot recall.
Has a dagger he uses as self-defence or for everyday chores like cutting down fruits from trees, small fry whilst fishing and bamboo shoots for crafts.
Used to possess a mystical weapon called Tiger claws but has no memory of what they were able to do.
Has precise aim with handguns and grenade launchers.

Random quirks
Surname was Rhinestone but has since abandoned the name and taken up the name 'Weaver'. Perhaps a name he picked up from the subconscious world.
Takes things literally sometimes.
Likes to listen to his music device called a Jazzmetron. He is uncertain where he ascertained one but recalls it may have been something given to him by Winterfeld & Hill to pass time during long exercise routines.

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Sashrya 'Mystery' (real last name unknown)

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17

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Novan; 1/2 wolf, slightly less than 1/2 tiger, with some kind of bird making up the last 10%-ish (aka, her wings)

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Rose grey winged wolf with dark grey tiger stripes and lavendar eyes. Wings are light-grey-feathered with dark gray bands on the feathers. Her ears are slightly rounded, but still look like wolf ears. Muzzle is medium-long. Personality is gentle, but strong willed.

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Gliding: Though her wings are large enough for powered flight, her wing muscles are not strong enough for it, though she is still capable of gliding from hight, or cusioning a fall enough to be less likely to get hurt from it. Her wings are usually kept folded on her back, aproximating the appearance of a feathered cloak. She is somewhat self-conscious of her wings, afraid they make her a 'freak.'

Weather Magic: She has low-moderate weather-related powers, mainly consisting of wind and or rain. Occasionally can create stronger weather phenomina (ex.: small, short-lived tornados), but this tends to wear her out quickly. There is also a risk of her losing control if her creation gets TOO strong, so she tends to stick to weaker stuff.

To Be Determined: ...maybe?

_{N O T E S}

She's looking for any informaton she can find about who her parents are/were, where they may have gone, what happened to them, etc. (although I really don't have anything all that planned out about this atm.)

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Akaeyla Wildgrove

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20

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Novan, Flying Fox/Red Panda hybrid

_{D E S C R I P T I O N}

-Red and Black fur, hair in a short bob that falls over her face, covering one eye
-Deep blue-grey knee-length jacket and trousers of the same design, with a floral pattern embroidered upon hem, sleeves, and vertically down the outside leg in silver thread. Black gloves and boots, all the above sturdy, hard-wearing but not new.

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Fighter: Although a quiet and seemingly shy individual; Akaeyla is martially trained to paramilitary level in unarmed combat. Rather than sticking to a specific discipline, she takes what works for her from existing disciplines, improvising and personalising it as she goes. This makes her more a mixed-martial artist than a soldier, though she has a similar level of discipline. This coupled with a dainty-seeming, but lithe and agile build make her dangerous in close combat.

Aerial Acrobat: Akaeyla is fully flight-capable and takes full advantage of this- it doesn't matter if an opponent has the high ground if you control the air.This natural ability gives her the freedom to travel further and for longer than would be possible on foot and makes her one of a handful of people who can fly over The Fall without plunging into it. Useful for travelling distances, weaving through treetops and skewing the odds in a fight, it makes wilderness survival that bit easier for her than for many another.

Survivor: For some time Akaeyla has been living in The Fall after the manner of a yamabushi-styled hermit. As such, she has learned to live off the land, to know how to be self-sufficent, and which places and creatures in The Fall are best avoided. Preferring to avoid people, Akaeyla can nevertheless be courteous and even charming... though her apparent shyness can, to her embarrassment, make others think her cute or even adorable. Though she has yet to plumb by far the greater portion of the mysteries of The Fall, with every day that passes, she learns that bit more. All that being said, whilst she can survive the most spartan of lifestyles, Akaeyla is far from averse to creature comforts and prepared to make the most of them if offered the opportunity and an excuse to do so. Of particular note perhaps, is that she is skilled with needle and thread to the point she could easily make a living as a professional tailor and makes all her clothing herself... making her choice of lifestyle as a hermit the more peculiar.