[CHAR] Ascension 3: A return to Chaos

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These are the current bloodlines and the ones being used or not used. Only the ones not "Taken" are available for character creation.
Tyro
Oro
Lassa
Nayu
Seraphim
Dragon 

Taken: 
Dragon / Seraphim
Dragon / Nayu
Lassa / Sol
Oro / Nayu
Tyro/Nayu
Tyro / Dragon
Sol/ Tyro
Oro

Cannot be mixed:
Seraphim
Dragon
Oro
Nayu

If a bloodline you wish to use is being used talk to me and I may allow it if I like the character. 


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Bronze 1 = 1 (Our base line)
Silver 1 = 5
Gold 1 = 10
Ruby 1 = 25
Sapphire 1 = 35
Emerald 1 = 45
Diamond 1 = 60

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Gaia
Name: Allo Niscent

Age: 80

Bloodline: Oro

Appearance:
Despite Being a Oro she has no wings. Her body is slender and her flesh appears soft and delicate. Her horns and scales however are bright and luxurious like polished stone. Her visible scales are clear and white like diamonds. Her form commands a sense of purity, luxury, and feminine power.

Physique: Tall toned and slender in all proportions. 

Abilities: Her diamond like scales are as hard as steel. Her other not so noticeable scales are softer and is seamless with her delicate flesh. But she can harden her entire body to the point her entire form is more resistant to damage than steel and instead becomes much like diamonds. Her very form shimmers when she activates this to its full capacity. 

Spells: She can summon her spear from a open portal whenever she chooses. She can open portals around the spear to allow it to pierce whatever is within a mile radius of her and within her sight. Effectively striking from any angle she wishes even from a distance.

She can open a portal to where ever she wishes that she has previously visited with her spear but it suspends the spear from her grasp for as long as it remains open.

She can summon wind or earth from wherever she wishes by tapping into her soul. The larger the amount the more soul she can produce. She can even summon weapons made from different metals or earth.

Motivation: As Queen she seeks to further her peoples interests in protecting and nourishing dragons. She wishes to bring together all dragon breeds and one day breed them all together to form a hybrid of mythical levels.

Experience: Until the age of 20 she had no experience with weaponry. All of her great early victories in combat did not involve a weapon of her own. She used dragons to fight and she did so very well. Mastering strategy games was her passion since childhood. This makes her a formidable tactician as she has played a form of chess with many great minds across royalties. Since she was 20 she trained with a spear and light shield. Her master was her father.

 A royal guard for Gaia who knew just how much strength was commanded of their supreme leader. She trained hard and well. Becoming able to defend herself in sparring matches against her father. When she completed the trials and became Queen she began training from age 22 onward. Her new master was the previous King's Royal guard trainer. Her skills with spear and shield became formidable even to masters. Since she became Queen at 22 she was also trained in using her soul.

 She always enjoyed the beauty of stones, but not she could mold them. Learning to harden and soften earth matter. She also learned to control wind, but to a lesser extent but still very powerful. Her master was a Dragon that lived on the peak of the mountain. Through out her time as queen she trained with spears. The spear of choice she used was the one bestowed upon the supreme ruler. She learned how to tap into its manipulating properties and has been mastering it ever since.

Extra info:
She was born in a decent family. The closest to royalty was her father whom merely worked as a guard for some of the royals. He was a stern man who made sure to keep his several children in check. He trained his sons to be strong warriors like him and his daughters to be servants. But it all changed when his daughter Allo began to grow. She had a natural beauty unlike even her sisters. This coupled with her love and charm of feral Dragons. He soon began to change his outlook on the male female dynamic as she grew older. She commanded her first feral at such a young age that it was like her very essence directed the beasts. Her accomplishments soon outweighed her very own brothers and without a single day of training from her father. This made him very proud of her. But she would only continue to astound her family.

She spent her time beyond studying training dragons for people to ride. Through her travels to tame more exotic dragons however she found her passion for using dragons to protect people. As a group of slavers using dragons as weapons to attack a village below the mountains she used her charm to turn the ferals and save the village time for help to arrive. She continued her studies at home with private teachers and soon found herself the recipient of special treatment from many. It was not until her 20th birthday did she learn why. She was to join the trials to become queen.

The trials were among the most beautiful of Oro women who had rare features. One looked like ruby, one sapphire, and so on. She was the diamond. The trial for King was among the strongest and wise Oro men who too had rare features. The first trial for the Queen was much like the trial for King, with combat, and in this she was besting the others. The final trial was for the victors to approach the legendary dragon of diamond scales. Its kind is only alive within the halls of Gaia's kingdom and as such is the final judge of their leader. Even more so it was the pet of the previous King and Queen. It sniffed her well and soon found its ferocious presence calmed. It turned to the would be King and after a few strong wiffs it bellowed a strong sneeze. It then opened it's jaws and nipped off the head of the ambitious man. He did not pass but she did. After this no man was willing to attempt the trial for King and most decided after some time a Queen ruling alone was not bad.

Her time as Queen was spent honing herself. She was instructed by the wise ones of the mountains to seek the tip and meet the teacher who could move mountains. She found the journey easier with the help of her companion, the dragon that placed her in her position. But it was beyond the clouds. Soon she found another mountain top to climb. However, as it moved she was startled to see that the massive shadow above the mountains tip was a massive dragon clinging to the mountain. To make things worse it did not speak any language. It simply shook everything and whipped around winds like pure chaos. Yet she did not return down the mountain and neglect her duty. She instead challenged its power with hers and began to, through trial and error, learn how to communicate with this Godly beast. 

After many years of going and leaving the mountain tops she was honed in her power. Yet she mentions how weak she is to her master no matter how hard she tries. Her old dragon companion died and its body was turned to armor for her. But she does not wear it unless it is necessary. She raised its offspring to be her new companion and she loves how loyal it is to her. Her years growing has taught her many lessons in ruling and yet she does not take it at all too seriously. She mostly sees herself as an idol to be worshiped and does her duty to be so and a large part of it is helping her people become as flawless as her. Since she has become Queen her troops are more diverse and tactical yet she tries to keep Gaia a secluded place from too many travelers. Preserving its mystery and beauty.

She has had many men wanting to become her King. Though her status makes most royalties beneath her. Her wealth is rarely matched by any other. So her interest in Magnix is from a sense of equality. His legendary status makes him a match in her mind. However she does not want to risk her people or her power for a relationship.


Fotia
Name:  Magnix Hanoxx
Age: 65
Bloodline: Tyro
Appearance:
With two curling large black horns on his head and black armored wings on his back Magnixx is a formidable sight.
Group: Sureiya / Dragon Slayers
Physique: Thick, muscular and honed.
Abilities: He can lift up to around 2000 pounds and run up to 40 mph. His flight speed is 100 mph. He is highly resistant to intense heat. He has learned how to relax his wings to allow him fluid motion in combat. The wings at times resemble a cape.
Fire manipulation & flame conjuration - He can control the fire around him and summon flames anywhere and where ever he can see up to a mile radius. 
Ignition strike - When he makes contact he can ignite the friction. The amount of friction the bigger the flame.
Spells: Flame orb - He can summon small explosive orbs that radiate with fire within. It can vary in size but moves at a medium to slow rate. Upon contact with anything they undergo combustion.
 God Slayer's gift - He can instantly appear where his sword is. His sword can be made to appear in front of him and he can pull his sword to him from a distance as long as he can feel its presence within a 3 yard radius.
Fire belly - He can eat flames to regenerate wounds at a fast rate.
Pet:
Experience:  He was trained from a young age to hold and wield weapons. But ever since a small child he was in love with martial arts and sword play. While his siblings were into the usage of guns and explosives. Magnix looked within and found his most powerful weapon was his soul. He mastered how to manipulate flame at 12. He slayed his first feral dragon a year later without help. He was destined for greatness at a young age and for a Descendant this was phenomenal. 

He trained with gladiators and elite royal guards most of his time when he was not out fighting dragons. He had only one master when it came to controlling his soul and that was the mythical "Lord Akuro" on the volcano named after him. Akuro was mostly a burned broken lump yet had tremendous power. He passed this to Magnix making his manipulation of flame virtually unmatched. 

His sword was given to him by his father when he was 25 before he was even King in a secretive way. His father knew his sons abilities. With the sword he was able to train with and comprehend the blade's unique capacities. He trained with martial artists of different lands not beating them all but proving himself to be a formidable hand to hand fighter. He trained since he was very small with the help of his kin and his master Vulcan who still acts as his master to this day.
Motivation: The dragons he seeks grow more formidable each time. He wishes to fight a dragon of old like the ancient times. As king he promotes dragon slaying as a staple to Fotian culture. He wishes to have a kingdom of all strong capable fighters.
Birthplace: Fotia's Volcanic peak
Extra Info:
Magnix is the son of 12 siblings. He is the number 9. He is a part of the surviving 4. He has 2 brothers and a sister alive. He grew up as a warrior from a small age and developed a intense passion for combat. But most of all he slayed Dragons. He did it primarily to protect his people from them. He witnessed from a young age the devouring of outer villages by feral dragons too beastly to show mercy. He has lived a life to become a warrior for his people. But instead he has become a King. As he was delving into his new position after his father's death (from current time 10 years ago) he learned diplomacy and other political social strengths. He spent his life without expecting to be this high up and takes it with a grain of salt. While powerful as he well knows he has weaknesses. He has been tempted by the beautiful and elegant more times than he would admit. Some times he makes his mistakes disappear to keep a good standing. 

His training with the man who claimed to be Lord Akuro came when he was tasked with eliminating the source of dragons on that island. His men died and he sat alone stranded. However a robed individual who was burned severely underneath took care of him. This man claimed to be Lord Akuro, and was soon to die. Before he died he said he would help Magnix. Not escape the island but to become strong enough to leave on his own. After his training was completed which took ten years this mysterious man crumbled to ash and blew away in the breeze. That was the start of the sense from Magnix that he was experiencing fate. He took a dragon he had been raising from an egg since he began his training and flew himself back to his home.

Magnix has been curious as to the origins of their species. He has been promoting the libraries of history and funding expeditions to ancient lands. What he has discovered has brought about his recent seclusion. He now brings sorcerers and mystics to royal lodgings. He also pursues a relationship with the Queen of Gaia. Their meetings are mostly in secret, posing as political talks.
Trivia: He has a few illegitimate children he does not see.

Quote: "Feel the strength that's in your own inner flame."
Name: Vulcanus or Vulcan
Age: 167
Height: 7'0
Weight: 345

A old but still very capable Tyro man. He's known in Fotia as a fighting legend. He trains the king of Fotia. He is a peace loving man and only fights to achieve new awareness and to protect his people.

Tearia
Name: Tydra Nept	
Age: 40
Bloodline: Lassa
Appearance
Group: Magoi by close ties
Physique:  Her body is toned and her legs and arms are even more so. Giving her a sharp almost male like aura of strength and speed. 
Abilities: She can manipulate water and heals quite fast from being in it. She can swim at incredible speeds and has strength and speed in combat that bests even her strongest guards. Her stamina is almost limitless in water  and quite high on land. She knows how to manipulate water in ways not many of her kind could imagine, such as slicing metal with water. She can manipulate almost any liquid substance one being blood. Her blood can be shifted to mimic the rapid adrenaline Tyro's feel. She can even manipulate liquid that is within something, such as the blood in ones body, if she is touching it. But with water she can control that freely up to a mile distance. She can breathe both air and water.

Spells:  Lightning - She can summon a luminescent rune from where she wishes within a yard radius around her and conjure lightning from these runes.
Ice - She can summon a rune to conjure and emit cold and ice from. Like opening a portal to a icy world. She can launch pure ice as projectiles.
Gravity - She has learned to control gravity around her and others she touches using her medallion's gift. She can increase or decrease her weight and whatever she wears or is around her body. She can target an area within her sight range and manipulate the gravity around it for very short increments of time.
Siren's call - She can sing a song that casts a hypnosis spell on those who hear it. It makes the listener a devoted servant much like a puppet.
Water summon - Her final rune spell conjures varying amounts of water from it.
Pet:
Experience: Tydra's early years were spent studying various schooling subjects. She did well in her classes but excelled in mathematics. She had a love for technology and was delighted by the idea of one day being a technician or engineer. She learned how to create motors from disassembled materials at the age of 10. She began working with technicians at energy plants at the age of 15. She learned how to create and operate Advanced Apps at the age of 17 and learned from brilliant mechanics within the royal armies network. 
When she was 18 the trials began and after she became Queen at age 18 she began training in the ancient ways and learned to manipulate water as well as spells. 

She also trained with the use of her medallion given only to the Queen of Tearianaris. But she neglected her studies of mastering her soul and instead focused on mastering her control over Advanced Apps. She learned from the best marksmen on how to shoot both in her mechanized suite and out. She also learned the use of sword, spear and shield from royal guards. Her weapon of choice being something similar to a harpoon. For obvious uses on her voyages. After many years of combining all of her training she was able to do casting, manipulations and control her medallions special gifts while in her very own machine. She underwent many death defying adventures with her honed abilities. Thanking her many masters for making a simple tech head to a power house Queen. 
Motivation: She seeks the treasures of the deeps to further her peoples advancements in magic and technology. Knowledge she seeks is both hidden, and forbidden. In her heart she wishes to resurrect her sister and find a means to do so. 
Birthplace: Within the waters of Tearia
Extra Info:
She and her sister were twins at birth yet both were entirely different in character. Tydra was the the athletic and science intrigued her. While her sister Thala was a book reader, a singer and song writer and had an affinity to charming sea dragons with her songs. They both loved each other and were always together when their interests didn't separate them. Their mother and father were royal workers in the science fields. So naturally Tydra being the one closer to their parents made Thala a bit of a black sheep within the Nept home. Despite this they were all very close. As they grew older the word of the trials for Queen was coming. The Queen before had died from a assassination in which no culprit has been found as of yet (current game time). As word got out about Thala's singing voice she was tested in front of Royalties and confirmed her gift. She was subject as a unique pure Lassa and as such would be on the line to be next Queen, as the earlier one had no heirs. Tydra did not want her sister to go alone so she managed to convince her parents to help convince the Royalties to let her try out to protect her sister. Her plan worked and she was placed on trial for Queen.

The trials were tests of knowledge and the siren's call, as well as skill in surviving danger. It was held entirely beneath the waters. They were faced before different tiers of sea dragons and sang their songs. If they failed the Dragon would either swim away or try to devour the siren. They had to know which Dragon liked what kind of song and figuring that out was Tydra's job. Her and her sister sang in unison when they could but Thala took control of the majority of the singing. When things got dangerous Tydra helped her sister stay alive even to the degree of spearing a feral which was not part of the trial, in the eye and then making an escape. Tydra was stronger than her sister physically and mentally.

However when it came to the final test they found themselves to be the only two remaining who did not fail. Her and her sister had to go to some surface stones assembled in massive columns in the middle of the sea. Rising from behind the columns was a terrible sea dragon, massive in scale and summoned its own storm and waves with it. It looked disturbed from some kind of slumber and did not entirely notice the girls. Its presence however was frightening to the say the least. The tides would sweep them off the stones and they would have to climb back up. But her and her sister began to sing in unison and grasped the beasts attention. However it roared with a thunderous echo in reply and only caused a larger wave to crash into them. After climbing back up once more Tydra stopped singing and let her sister do it alone. She sang a song of peace and calm to put the beast back to sleep. Her song echoed like the Sirens of legend and began to calm the waves and winds around her. She began to feel into the Dragon's essence and read its very mind. It eyed her sister Tydra and launched at her. Tydra was falling asleep herself and did not notice what was happening. All she remembers is being knocked into the water and swimming back to the stones to find a puddle of blood on the stone she was on, calm waters, the beast and her sister was gone.

Tydra was pronounced Queen reluctantly by her own guilt and the royals that knew she did not have the true Siren's call Thala did. She went ahead with being Queen anyway to honor her sister by doing what her sister would have done if she did not save her. Though she is not the greatest Queen she continually tries to help her people become richer in materials and advancements. She also searches the deep constantly for the Dragon that killed her sister.


 
Reanimating dead dragon flesh. Combining sea stones and metals along with magic and gears. Finally combine the body of a descendant to merge with the mind of the dragon in possession of this new form. The pain is real. Merging entirely is possible, creating a chaotic beast never before seen. This dangerous experimental technology is what Queen Tydra is a master of. Enveloping herself into the form of a somewhat mechanized beast and controlling it. With this she travels to depths far deeper than ever explored.


The world is pleasure. Not to scratch the itch. But to ascend your being.

A tall yet slender gentleman seraphim standing at around seven feet tall. He is a recent husband of a Tearian royal family and has many ties with Tearia itself upon getting wed and subsequently the Magoi. He uses his time to learn about various pleasures and sexual health. He is the founder of sex education for descendants. He is a passionate poet at heart. He is the most well known seraphim in Tearia.


Vrondi
Name: Vrondi Illumi
Age: 570
Bloodline: Sol
Appearance
His body gives a faint aura that glows constantly. Underneath the hue of light is a toned body with the shape of a well trained fighter. The aim of perfection and strength exudes from him.
Group: Taxis
Physique: Very tall. Even muscularity. 
Abilities: His body is as hard as steel, protected by a force field that acts as his very skin. If cut or severed it can be fixed instantly by simply reforming itself into energy then back into its solid form. He can be intangible whenever he chooses and tangible again just as well. His ethereal form allows him to turn his entire body into energy and move as such. Allowing him to move at light speed on a whim and use his own body as projectile attacks. He can commune with nature and psychic thought easily. Able to replenish plant life with his sunlight and those descended who use light for energy. 
Spells:  Light Rays - His most generic spell. Summoning portals of concentrated light he can unleash the light as damaging beams of light of different size and intensity. 

Arrow of the Soul - Capable of conjuring a arrow made of soul and light essence. Sharp and hard like steel yet burns to the touch. It can have multiple attributes. Either burning and damaging or it can be physically harmless yet attack the target's mind with psychic influence of Vrondi's choosing.

Light Clone - Able to conjure a clone of light with weaker forms to his person.
Pet:
Experience:  He did not do much in his early years but survive the harsh world when his type of Descendant were few and Dragons were many. He learned to defend himself in skirmishes during the Dragon war he was practically born into. Through determination he pushed through his weaker mortal flesh and began to use his soul's power at the age of 30. He went under a master at the age of 50 and learned to control light. With his focus being light he sought the training of one of the children of the Seraphim Lord that liberated the Descendants, and one of his forefathers. He formed a affinity to plant life and was able to mimic sunlight to feed and control nature around him. 

He helped create the kingdom of Vrondi through these plants and used it to protect his growing followers. His power and his body began to merge as he neglected food, sleep and more natural urges to become one with his soul. He died in the war and returned a Ascended, his soul able to resist the pull into the void. His new found body was infused with light and as such his form consists of it almost entirely. He learned through time that his form allowed him many different abilities that a fleshly form could not perform. He is one of the leading and founding masters of light and plant manipulations. Through out time he developed with other early Sol on mind manipulations.
Motivation: Many do not know the ancient knowledge he knows. He only wishes to retain peace and order in his land at least. Hoping the others will learn better ways. 
Birthplace: Unknown
Extra Info:
During the final chapters of the Chaos Divinity war, where Descendants of the current were a minority, Vrondi was born. He was born within a village of his kind protected under the lands now known as Vrondi. His people were giants compared to those of today yet were weaker than their dragon anthro Descended brothers. His father and mother were both offspring of the original Seraphim's offspring. They fought beside all Descendant kind against the Dragons. He grew up simply surviving and fighting. 

He learned over time how to love the world around him, nature and all its beauty was beheld by him. He learned to combine his energy with what fueled nature, sunlight. Making him the founder of sunlight manipulation in his world. He found himself able to truly tap into his power only after the Dragon war, since the time of peace was easy on the mind. He and his followers began to create the Kingdom of Vrondi when the Seraphim left with most of his offspring. Vrondi decided to stay and become the King of his land. After 200 years he died and returned a year after Ascended. 

When death was upon him he looked at the abyss of space and time that grasped onto his life's aura in order to absorb him. His focus on his soul was so great he could move outside of flesh and create a form undying and resistant to the pull of what existed in the darkness below. Returning as mostly light he found himself mostly a ghost amongst his people and only through time did he learn to master his Ascended form. He remained king from then to now and has been considered a everlasting God by the neo Descendants before him today. However he knows that there is a way to Ascend for others and reach his level of power or more. He also knows the everlasting Ascended beyond the stars may return one day with the original Seraphim. He knows almost every secret to be known in this world. Having met humans, read forbidden knowledge and felt the energy of the universe.

Quote: "I'm not cold. I'm to the point."
Age: 30
Sex: Male
Name: Zephel Hex aka Mirror
Height: 6'3
Weight: 210
Appearance: 

Leader of the Aion and quite young. His power is legendary and many love his personality. He helps orphaned seraphim by raising them at a home in Sunfire. He also owns the bar there and has a statue dedicated to him in the shape of a Phoenix.


Nero
Name: Sleeth "Kaine" Mythue
Age: 69
Bloodline: Nayu
Appearance
Wearing a light form of armor crafted from basilisk hide. His clothing giving more form to his lean muscled body underneath. A helmet covers his eyes allowing him the sharp sound vision of the blind at all times.
Group: Dolofon / Assassins League 
Physique: Toned slender and short.
Abilities: Solid Shadow Hand-less manipulation: Wishing to advance the shadow manipulation that his clan can do naturally Sleet wished to advance his shadow manipulation to make it faster and far more solid. By Manipulating and condensing shadows he can create weapons and walls from the darkness. The weight of the things crafted does not affect him but does affect the person it is being used against. Having matured his powers He can do the manipulation with out moving his body making it seems as if the shadows are alive and protecting the king of it's own will.

Sound Bullet/Cutter/Cannon: Focusing his mastery of the sound manipulation Sleeth has developed a means at which to shoot condensed waves of sound that enter the body and vibrate violently afterwards damaging the insides of the opposition avoiding armor and hardened skins the only warning of the attack is the sound that happens before the actual strike.  ( The bullet is Created by snapping his fingers the Cutter is Crafted by snapping his fingers and dragging his hand through the air and the cannon is done by clapping his hands together with great force. The Target struck by the attack(s) is damaged on the inside affecting muscles, bones, and blood vessels showing no damage on the outside.)  
Spells:  Kings Domain: Sleeth Summons a circle of shadow around him extending up to twenty feet from his location Moving with him as he moves but only where his body is keeping him as the center. Within this Domain he has absolute control over shadows ignoring the powers of other shadow manipulators and or taking control of there power while in the area. If the domain is created in a room with little or no light the domain takes control of all things in the area of darkness allowing command over all shadows in the room but not outside it unless the room is entered by Sleeth and matches the same conditions. (No other spells can be cast while in this is active. Also Must be able to speak to cast the spell. If his concentration is broken by strong stimuli such as damage or strong distraction the spell is broken and cannot be used till he gains composure.)

Kings Pressure: While in the sight of the King you are placed under the Pressure of your own blood making every inch of the Enemies body feel like Lead. Manipulating the Vibrations created by the heartbeat of his opponent Sleeth creates the illusion that the world around them is crushing them and that the pressure is being created by the sheer power of the King. ( If out of the sight of the King the effect is null and void since the illusion is broken "Out of sight out of mind" the same goes for if the opponent runs away since "fight or flight" is kicked into a higher gear as if escaping from a predator. The Closer the King is to he person or People in his sight the stronger the effect.)
Pet:
Experience: Sleeth Was trained since birth to take the throne. He fought tirelessly training in stealth and the ways of killing, the way of a true assassin, from the time he could comprehend what death meant Sleeths first master was his father A master of the elite guards the personal guards of the king.His father taught him to fight as the guards do never take an opponent for granted go at them full force from the start and set the pace of war he never said battle always war. 

	Having his father as his First and most difficult trainer Sleeth had to learn the hard way how to command his powers given to him by blood. His father and mother who is of pure blood both taught him the ways of his body and mind so as to control and not harm himself with his own power. He was seen as a prodigy with e skills of the blood line before the age of thirteen  he had mastered the use of invisibility shadow and sound manipulation and by fifteen he had developed them into his own craft making shadows solid like stone and sound tear like a blade with just a snap of his fingers. His highest achievement in his life and in his family history was becoming the youngest to pass the kings test at the age of eighteen ,allowing him to keep his sight, not long after mastering the shadow stepping blood line skill. 

     Being trained in the ways of the blade is natural of the Nayu but his Weapon was special it was handed to him by the former king himself. After Sleeth was given the right to ascend to the throne passing each test and killing all others that could have taken his place or chances the king gave him the weapon of the King the great Scythe made from the horns of The Great Dragon. This weapon can only be passed down by the king and can only be held by the king and soon the training started o master both it's beauty and death bringing presence.

 Sleeth created the faction know as "Dolofon" to gain access to the angelic blood that he both loved and craved above all others.

After becoming King he took his time developing his own power to retain the throne till his dying day. Taking the title of King seriously He based all of the Spells he learned over command and control to take the will from his opponents and crush them on all Levels
Motivation: He wishes to purify the bloodlines of his people believing that special pure bloods can make the next generation of Nayu stronger and none would be born blind. 
Birthplace: In the castle walls of Nero.
Extra Info:
Sleeth as a child as a guard and as king gained many titles and as for history it is found in his achievements and his wondrous deeds. As all men that will themselves he under took the task to become the next King of the Nayu for his people did not care for blood or the rights of the children of kings but the power and the lengths that the next king will go to prove himself to the one before. Few pure bloods lasted long if they did not try for the throne or at least pass the test of the king many fled the kingdom others became slaves blind working the mines far far below their sight taken for failure. He passed the first test the test of the king to be allowed the rights to learn the final skill of the Nayu people the power to walk in shadows soon it was time for the test of skill kill a person of interest. As a true test of his power Sleeth chose the Previous the Queen of the Lassa  "mother to the Current Queen Nydra Nept" He raped her and using a magic given to him by his mother to record the memory he showed it to the King as proof of his loyalty and willingness to go as far as need be to win. After Passing the final test which much to his pleasure was to kill any and all other participants he was crowned king and given the Weapon of the king. Now some 35 years later he still sits on his throne unwilling to give it up not till he feels his body grow weak then Like the kings before him he shall roam deep into the caves and die in a death embrace with the beast that lurk below.

"I'm not afraid of death. Only to die having never lived true to my nature."
Name: Anui Lock Mythue
Age: 21
Height: 6'0
Weight: 175
Appearance: 

One of the relatives of the King of Nero Sleeth Cain Mythue. It was within their bloodline to have some inherit a trait to give sight to the blind Nayu of Nero. With the King being a Mythue he keeps strict rules on who is allowed this gift of sight. Anui is young but wise and honed through the Nero royals way into a silent stoic and passionate Nayu. Both in battle and within the protected halls of the castle.


Current Threats!


Quote: "The seeds of Death have been sowed long ago."
Age: ???
Height: 6'6 / 14'3
Weight: 175 / 5,250
Appearance:
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Little is currently known. But he flaunts himself as a Lord of Death. He has gained control of Vrondi's guardian and is considered a major threat to the lives of all descended.


Name: Ghara The Basilisk Queen
Quote: "After the vile descended had slain my mate I have been in search for a new one. Now that I have him nothing will take him away from me."
Age: ???
Height: 14'5
Weight: 800
Appearance: 

A large woman that emerged from a colossal Basilisk. She claims to be the Basilisk Queen who has had her previous king slain long ago. By whom is a mystery. But she was once a feral that shifted into a equally menacing form despite her toxic beauty.

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Age: 19
Gender: Female
Height: 5'0
Weight: She doesn't care about these things as long as her body is still in its best shape for combat.
Sex Preference: Hetero
Blood 100% Nayu
Group Currently married to Anui Lock Mythue. Lila serves only him.
Birthplace Technically, she was born on Nero, but she was raised on Aion territory, by the Seraphim since she was naught but a baby.

Appearance and Apparel:

Deep red hair, eyes with a completely black sclera and red pupils, skin with a light silver coloration, almost white.
Her small, slender and delicate body often make others think that she is younger than she actually is. But behind it, she hides a surprising force, especially when wielding her scythe. After meeting Anui and becoming a Nayu Royal, she doesn't wear the seraphim symbol on her clothes anymore nor the dresses she used to wear, often wearing more noble dresses that would fit her position or the armor she received from Anui to fight by his side. She still uses her scythe though, being a weapon she is fairly proficient with. After meeting Anui, her body started to become more feminine and curvaceous, this difference being further accentuated by the fact that she started to wear dresses instead of combat clothes.

Personality:

Before meeting Anui, Lila was a very reserved, lonely and sad girl. After she fell in love with him, Lila stopped suppressing her own emotions and began learning how to deal and live with them. She started to speak more freely and show her emotions. Especially when around Anui. After he told her that he plans to make her his Queen, she is starting to become more than just a shadow and speak only when necessary.

Willing to go to great distances to protect Anui and her happiness by his side, she shows no mercy for those who stand between her and her beloved. Due to her past as an assassin, she still has no qualms about killing or eliminating those she sees as a threat. She came to be a bit more compassionate and further reject needless bloodshed though.

Backstory:

"The Nayu, a race of vile creatures, parasites that live by sucking blood of other races. Barbaric creatures that wish only death to the Seraphim and their allies. To destroy those vile creatures is our solemn duty, as we swore upon our angelic blood." Those are the words proffered by the seraphim and their allies. But we cant know the truth before hearing both sides, can we?  I believe you already know a lot about the Seraphim and their allies. Angels, good guys, clean the world from evil, etc. etc. So lets talk a little bit about the Nayu. Not about their military force, but lets talk about their cultural side. 

The Moriarty family. Wealthy and famous for their beautiful poems, songs and due to their unique, silver, almost white skin, something extremely unusual for the Nayu. Differently from other Nayus, the Moriarty family sold their poems, songs and the words they created to other races in exchange for currency and blood, to keep them alive. Even the Moriarty being openly pacifist, repudiating violence and staying away from politics, not everyone was comfortable in giving their blood as payment, but nonetheless, there were those who didn't cared about that, and were regular customers. Some of the Nayu never understood the Moriarty family's style of life. Why they choose to trade with other races, even being "friends" with them. But no one could deny that they were very helpful for the Nayu. Providing "clean" blood for any of those who didn't wanted to hunt and hurt others or even for the elderly and weak. There were also some Nayus who shared their ideals. Those who did so, quickly formed a community near the Moriarty's mansion. After all, not all the Nayus are blood starved beasts. Some just want to  live their lives peacefully, like any other.

I think that you know where this is going right? Politics, media, manipulation of information... "History is made by the winners."
Now lets look at the day when everything went wrong. We're finally meeting Lila, our protagonist. On that day, Lila was born, and on the same day, she had her life and future stolen away from her.

The Moriarty family had invited all their friends from the small community that formed around their home to a big party.  It was a happy day, the day that their only daughter, Lila, was born. Looking at that party, no one could say that the ones having fun and celebrating were the bloodthirsty and violent beasts that the Seraphim said that the Nayu were. They were all dancing to the beautiful music, telling jokes, congratulating the family for their newborn... The only thing different from the normal is that blood was being served together with wine. What they didn't knew was that a unit comprised of Seraphim, Aion and Taxis factions were marching on that direction.

Nobody was prepared to that, and when the Seraphim came, the chaos begun. No questions asked, no words said, they came and started to simply slaughter every Nayu they saw. Not even the old or women escaped. At the end of that massacre, only one Nayu was still alive. Ms. Moriarty, who tried to hide herself from them to protect the baby. She had the same fate as the others, slain without even a drop of compassion, without even a word. From her dead arms, a small baby, covered by a fine cotton blanked started to cry. When the Seraphim looked at her, it was a beautiful female Nayu baby, with a silver skin as white as the moon and blood red hair. I thought they would kill her, but for some reason unknown to me, they wrapped the baby on the cotton blanket again, who had the baby's name sewed on it "Lila" and took her away with them, letting a pile of innocent bodies behind. I couldn't do anything, only watch as they took her away. My old body was wounded and I had no strength left to even walk. It might have been a coward or selfish act, but the only thing I could do as an old Nayu was hide between the corpses. 

Now that you know what happened, you should decide who are the bloodthirsty savages on this story. Believe-me, I may be old, but I'm not a liar. Its not because I'm a Nayu that I would try to lie about such serious things.
Even now, its hard for me to speak about that day, but I think that is the least I can do to redeem myself from my cowardice. I had never told what happened on that day to anyone, I should at least write it down before I die. I hope that the small Lila can forgive this old and foolish man.

A few years later

A lone girl travels the land, alone save for her big scythe, that she carries along whenever she goes. Some call her the angel's hunting dog, others say she is the one who brings punishment for those who offend the angels. But whenever she goes, her figure is associated with bad omens and misfortune, especially due to the sad and sorrowful aura she has.
Not much is known about her, as she only opens her mouth to talk with others when its absolutely necessary. Her Nayu heritage is obvious, but no one knows why she carries the holy symbol of the angels on her neck. Rumors say that if you are an follower of the angels and wear their holy symbol, she may approach you and ask politely for some blood with a beautiful, almost angelical voice. There are also rumors who say that she is a Nayu assassin following the orders of the Seraphim, hunting down their enemies with her scythe. But even with those rumors going on about her, the mysterious traveling girl continues to be an enigma, as very few are the ones who aren't superstitious and approach the little girl.

Exp:
 Trained by the Seraphim using methods combining both the Seraphim and Nayu combat styles. Specialist in hunting and assassinating/eliminating her marks. Wields her scythe and her gauntlets with dexterity and agility, often surprising her opponents with the force behind her attacks due to her apparent fragile and delicate looks.
Her slender, flexible and agile body makes her a hard target to hit, and a mighty hunter, being almost impossible to run away from her if she is chasing you. Excellent at tracking her marks and obtaining information when needed by using her natural stealthiness.

Update:

After the events on Sunfire, where she fought to protect the city against the invasion of a strange cult and someone who called himself a god of death, she encountered a baby dragon, who became her pet ever since. After that, a serie of events culminated in Lila going to Nero. 
The land where she was born, where the Nayu lived, secluded from the rest of the world. There, she would meet Anui in the Blood Banquet she was sent to. Their meeting, although fortunate, was something that would change her life forever, be it for the better or for the worse. Deeply in love with Anui, for both of them, it was love on first sight. Unknown to Lila, Anui was in fact a Nayu royal, with the rare ability of being able to give other Nayus with the ability to see. After bestowing Lila with such gift, she became even more in love with him, but unfortunately, Mirror, the archangel who created Lila and who she was currently serving, had other plans for her...

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Royals continued to enjoy their time around Lila. Even as she sat alone in silence. However as a new song began to play many found a partner and slow danced with each other. A hand slid across Lila's table and soon was followed by a gentle voice whose smile could be heard through his grin. A Nero royal man lowered himself before Lila. His clean smell was covered with a  rare cologne few could afford. 

“Excuse me. I can't help but notice your beauty within this crowd. You remind me of a rose growing within the dark. A rare sight indeed. Would you be kind enough to have me for a dance?" His voice was confident and smooth like any other royal but it had an air of youthfulness near Lila's age perhaps. His hand lowered to near Lila's. “"I will guide you all the way."

Lila didn't know how to react to that. She didn't know how to dance, and nobody never approached her like that. Why her? There were a lot of other royal women on the banquet who were much more accustomed with the royalty, who knew how to use their charm... Lila was nothing like them. She knew how to kill and assassinate, but not how to dance and please... She didn't have the other female royals' charms, their carefully chosen words... 

"Amongst all the roses in this garden, why choose the least fragrant one?" she asked, hesitantly turning towards the royal.

"Why choose the only rose that has more thorns than petals? A rose that was created not to love and be loved, to please and be pleased, but only to hurt others with its thorns and then die...?" she asked. slowly getting up.

Lila was indeed curious about that royal... There were many other women there. All of them much more charming than her. What could have that man possibly seen in her that caught his attention?

"I've... never danced before. I... don't know what to do... I've never seen anyone dancing before, or even tried to dance myself..." She said, standing besides the royal, looking down awkwardly and grabbing her dress with the other hand, unsure on how to move and act.
Without her scythe and her weapons, she felt... strange. Almost like she wasn't herself.

"I'm... sorry. I know I shouldn't be here... I'm not as graceful as the other nobles, nor well dressed or wealthy... If you wish to search another pair..." She said, still unsure on what to do. The man's fragrance was so different from hers... He smelled like something precious, like something... beautiful. A smell that was so different from the one Lila was used to... So different from the smell of death...
Why was that man interested on her? She was already so uncomfortable with all that situation... Having that royal nearby her only made her even more uncomfortable.

"But if you aren't really mistaken... If you really wish to take this black rose, full of thorns and cold, stiff petals to dance..." She said, hesitantly allowing him to take her hand.

“Your petals appear ample enough for me.” His voice said in a whisper that could not avoid her ears. It was however not rushed and smoothly escaped his well tuned vocals. “I have a feeling you’ll be a great partner.” He took her hand in his and grasped it gently. He gave her light feet as they walked together with him in the lead. The crowd parted around them. His passage was met with words of awe at whom their fresh gazes met. Through the dim elegant lights the piercing glow of this Nayu royals eyes brimmed with icy stoic self-assurance.

Anui
 a cousin of the King. He was young but well known for his demeanor in social gatherings, and his heritage. Part of his heritage are those eyes of his that are said to be the source of a rare ability. Who he passed his genetics onto was important for he was at the age to court another. His rare trait was only shared within the Mythue bloodline. So many were invested in his choices.

“I apologize for my rudeness. My name is Anui Mythue.” He paused with her first to speak. Having taken her other hand in a faux move of dancing. Though the music was gently paced and matched their desire to take it slow. “Your beauty is beyond any rose I've held... and I’ve nurtured the best..” He said with a hint of laughter. All whilst attuning himself to her by rocking left and right gently in unison. It was meant to be a simple display to warm her into it. He did not know why but he felt she was akin to a rose in need of gentle handling.

As the Nayu male got closer to her Lila could hear his smooth whispers, feel his gentle grasp, the way he touched her hands and led her through the hall... She could feel the crowd opening as they passed and hear their words of awe. All that atmosphere was certainly something that Lila had never seen or felt before. To someone like her, to be handled so gently was an entirely new experience... But Lila wasn't that naive... Even she knew better than believe in fairy tales. She knew what she was, the ones that trained and raised her were very clear regarding that... Even though... Lila was still a 19 years old girl... Inside her mind, a war between logic, hormones and feelings raged...

"I-I'm Lila... Lila Moriarty." Lila said after he introduced himself, stuttering out of nervousness, and regretting doing so immediately later. She didn't want to show any weakness to Anui. All that fairy tale situation was still suspicious to her.

His sweet, honeyed tongue was still making it even harder for Lila to think straight. Nobody had never shown interest or desire on her before. Her logical side was the only thing preventing her from melting on his hands. He was a stranger. She didn't know him. And as far as Lila was concerned, any stranger was a potential threat.

"This rose is unlike any other rose you might have... nurtured." Lila replied to him, letting her emotions flood her mind for a second, with a hint of dissatisfaction to that commentary.

"There are many other roses in this garden with softer petals, which would promptly let you handle them without resistance. But the one you chose... is the one with the most thorns... Your choice intrigues me, Anui." Lila said, looking right into his eyes as they danced. That was the first time she had looked right into his eyes, even being blind. Anui would feel that he just felt one of the thorns Lila mentioned about. Her blind eyes were fixed on his, almost like if she was trying to read his mind.

All those reactions, all those feelings... Lila herself didn't even know why she was speaking and thinking such things... Why was she dissatisfied with his commentary? Why has she shown such hostility after what he said? Her head was such a mess that she couldn’t think straight anymore. Trying to repress those wild feelings, Lila started to concentrate on the dance.

"I... I'm trying my hardest... I never danced before." Lila said, as she silently tried to put her thoughts in order and match Anui's gentle and careful movements. Even though he was handling her with utmost care, Lila was still very uncertain about all that, including her own nature, appearance, her place in the world and in the Nayu court... And it wasn't that hard for Anui to realize all that.

As Lila started to become a bit more comfortable with Anui's movements, she began to follow his steps with relative ease. As she did so though... Anui would realize something different on Lila... She wasn't 'soft' as the other noblewomen... Her body, although beautiful, resembled that of a predator. Her sweet looks and smooth white skin hid a carefully trained body. Not only her muscles, but her joints, the way she moved... Even as she danced, her movements had an martial feel to them, they weren't as soft and graceful as the other ladies.

While dancing with her, Anui would start to realize the type of rose he had chosen... Every step, every word needed to be said very carefully, for to be able to touch that rose and feel its fragrance was a dangerous and hard thing to do.

Anui’s face was ever vigilant in its stone cold structure. But it did wane a bit to the side to Lila’s formidable presence. Despite how shy and timid she appeared. His eyes ventured to meet hers. As they did he looked with only understanding. Their dance had only just begun and their rhythms were already dynamic. But only hands touched.

It was the rise of the tempo. Much like the musicians were watching from afar the music matched Anui and Lila’s desired balance. His right arm ventured beneath her left and a hand was gently placed flat in the midst of her upper back. This brought their chests closer together. The warmth from their faces and the fragrance was ever more present. “I can tell you’re no ordinary rose. You’ve been grown for much more than beauty.” He said this while staring into her naked eyes. His soft attire against hers let their honed forms touch through fabric. Never has two warriors, potential enemies, danced and touched one another's hardened form.

 “Yet this is why I want to know who you really are.” He gently caught her phenomenal balance off guard. A testament to his skills as a warrior, Lila was given no warning. She fell in his arms briefly, entirely under his control and was brought back up in what felt like two motions. He looked briefly pleased at her expression.

Lila was still concentrated on the dance as their bodies moved along with the music's rhythm. Even though she didn't want to think too much about it, she wasn't able to ignore it... She could feel his firm hand, his experienced steps leading the dance. Every time Lila felt a bit more comfortable to match his steps, he went a bit further, a bit faster... He seemed to be so close, but the second Lila was almost matching him, he gently and gracefully raised the difficulty and speed.

Normally, Lila would never get caught off guard like that, but she was so lost on that dance, on his breath as he danced together with her, the way he led her carefully, but always inspiring her to continue... The second his hand touched her back, Anui could feel Lila's strong, but petite back arching back as she held her breath, surprised.

As Anui spoke, Lila's face got redder, and she wasn't able to hide that no matter how much she tried. She could feel his body on hers, his muscles, his firm arms enveloping her, his hair's delicate fragrance, the warmth coming from his body, his face only inches away from her...

Lila tried to resist as much as she could, but she was held hostage of that moment. The swirl of feelings, thoughts and smells were too much for her to handle. She was an assassin, a warrior, a predator, a tool, but she was still an inexperienced girl regarding love...

His words... Did he really meant that? Was he really interested on her by what she was? All those questions, all that was simply too much for Lila to take... As Anui got her on his arms, her body didn't even reacted. Even her fighting reflexes refused to work. That moment that she laid on his arms, she was completely vulnerable both as a girl and a warrior. Her eyes when she looked towards Anui weren't those that pierced him earlier...

"Ah..." Lila sighed, letting out an unexpectedly cute sound out of her mouth. Anui could feel her anxious breathing under her dress... Above everything else, Anui could see something that nobody had never seen before...

On Lila's eyes when she looked at him, he saw not a warrior or an assassin, but a girl. He had a glimpse of Lila's true feelings. How helpless, sad and alone she felt, how much she earned for such embrace, how long she waited for someone who held her like that...

As Anui brought her back up, their eyes met. Lila caught herself unable to look away for a few seconds...
She tried to open her mouth, but nothing came out of it. Lila didn't know what to do, she had never felt those things before...

Confused, Lila dashed through the hall as fast as she could, going to the place where she could feel the cold breeze coming from, the balcony, right next to the musicians…

In dramatic fashion she was fleeing, doing so swiftly enough to leave the boy speechless for a moment. He felt their alignments. A vibrancy in the way she gazed at him. Like a beast evading its predator she scurried off out of his embrace. Many who spectated began to wonder. But soon after he assuredly walked after her. 

The air from the balcony waved a few of his black feathers decorating his overcoat into the air. He grasped one and soon after approaching her from behind he held it between his fingers. He remained a few meters away. Though his demeanor did not change from his broad stance he kept an air of caution even as he spoke. Even if he knew how she truly felt.

“... May I apologize. I think I’ve overstepped my boundaries with one so fair. A Mythue has always respected a relative to the Moriarty.” He bowed slowly in apology. “On my blood I swear to never discomfort you again.”

She thought the cold breeze would do good to her, but in reality it wasn't helping at all... Her body was still as hot as it was before, her cheeks were red as the roses on the garden below and her mind was still as confused as it was before... She felt someone approaching her from behind, but she already knew who it was. The fragrance, the way he walked... Everything about him was so imprinted on her memory...

Instead of doing anything else, even approaching her, or trying to take advantage of how vulnerable Lila was at that moment, instead Anui bowed down, apologizing himself... Why was he so gentle with her? Why did he choose her? Why was she so self conscious about herself at that moment? Her heart was beating so fast...
At that moment, Lila decided that fighting against her impulses would be the worst thing at that moment. Walking fast towards Anui, she grabbed his hands, putting it over her chest.

She didn't say a word, instead, Lila only stared intently at Anui, almost like if she was searching for some answer on that blank, expressionless face she saw as her heartbeat went up with his touch. It was exactly the same blank face as all the others in Lila's eyes, but why she felt that way only with him?

"I... Don't understand... Anything..." Lila said, looking down. In her voice, there was no trickery, no lie, no deceit, only honesty. She tried to open her mouth again, but no words came out of it. She didn't know how even to describe all that...

"All that I know is how to kill and hunt... I am nothing but a tool, a weapon... And yet... why am I feeling like this? Am I broken?" She said in a low tone, almost like if she was speaking to herself.

"Let me... at least see your face... Just this once..." Lila said in a low tone.

"I can't stand looking at another blank, expressionless face anymore..." she continued, looking to him.

Anui was gentle but stiff. Her hand taking his was a soft gesture of trust he did not fear, despite his lack of experience. This indeed felt like something more than the desire to have a fun night. Anui has seen many banquets, even as a child he has had his sight. He looked down at Lila as his hand merely remained planted over her beating heart. Her vitality was in his hand.

“Being a prey or predator isn’t a choice. We do what we must to survive, even as we dress ourselves as civilized beings. It is a shame you’ve yet been blessed with sight.” He brought his other hand over to caress her shoulder and smooth over to her thin soft neck. “I can show you everything the light hides. I can reveal it to you. All you have to do.. Is trust.” 

Their eyes met in a almost hypnotic gaze within the balcony. The veils danced with the music briefly covering the two in shadow in intervals of seconds. The young mans eyes began to faintly glow when met with the concentrated sunlight from the massive cavern above the capital. A single red tear ran from his eyes to his cheeks. He closed his eyes and Lila.. could see.

She was vulnerable in front of that man and even being in such state, Anui never did anything. Never anyone embraced her like he did, never anyone made her feel like that, and above everything else, he came for her. When she ran, he went after her... Normally, Lila would trust no one. Never she would have let someone see her like that and live. But when he asked her to trust him, there wasn't other option but to silently nod and trust him. Even though they met each other in that same night, she could tell... Somehow she could tell that he wouldn't do anything to hurt her.

After a few moments, Lila's life would change forever.
Everything until now was like a dark, silent dream, and Lila had just woke up.
Colors, so many colors, so many details... Everything was so... real. And in front of her, a young Nayu male stood with his eyes closed. His long hair, with the same fragrance as Anui. The way he walked and even his breath were the same. But unlike before, Lila could now see...
She could see his beautiful, yet delicate face. His hair as black as the night... Words failed to describe the man in front of her.

Without saying a single word, Lila gently reached to his face, wiping the red tear that stained his beautiful face.
Slowly and carefully, she ran her fingers through his face, feeling every corner of it. From his thin, beautiful lips to his delicate nose and ears...
He was taller than she was. Lila already knew that, but now she could see it for herself. She almost had to look up.

Gently putting her hand on his cheek, she looked to him with the most honest, genuine smile on her face as tears ran down her face.
She wanted to feel that again. She wanted to be embraced, she wanted to feel his strong arms enveloping her once more. She wanted to stop being a ruthless assassin, she wanted to stop being the predator. Even if for one night only… She wanted to be just a girl.

Pet:

A young, hyperactive and happy dragon. Quite curious and with with some problems in being quiet for too long.

Motivation:

Previously, Lila had absolutely no motivation, living her life only as a tool, a weapon. But now that she met Anui, she simply wants to stay with her loved one.

Possessions:

A steel hilt and a blade ten times more durable and sharp enough to slice through bone and flesh like butter. Enchanted to drain the blood it comes into contact with to be converted into essence to feed the soul of the user by +5 for every 5ml of blood. Can turn invisible when the user spends 10 of their soul and has a divine dark affinity. This lasts for 120 seconds.
With her old scythe being a symbol of the time where she was still only a weapon, she now wields a new weapon, given to her by Anui.

If the user has a dark divine affinity they can resist divine and chaotic spells four times before the armors special protection has run out. It can be replenished by spending 20 soul. Medium to low tier spells are reduced the most. High tier spells become medium tier upon contact. Does not resist spells that do not affect the wearer of the armor directly.

Given to her by Anui and the King of Nero before she set out on her mission on the Basilisk territory.

Abilities/Powers:

Dexterity: Her training gave her an agile, fast and flexible body, capable of chasing her mark even performing acrobatics if needed.
Hunter's Senses: Heightened senses allow her to track her mark easily, especially if its wounded, as she can smell its blood.
Inoffensive Aura: Be it for good or bad, she has an inoffensive appearance, being completely unable to intimidate anyone.
Herbal Medicine: Wide knowledge about medicinal and poisonous herbs, able to make poisons and medicines with the right herbs. Knowledgeable about basic and intermediate medical procedures, being able to seal a wound if needed.
Blood Traits:
Shadow Stepping
Blood Consumption
Invisibility
Shadow Manipulation
Sound Manipulation
Hemotoxic Venom Fangs
Poison Resistance
Night Vision

Spells

Blood Link: This spell has a passive and active effects, both triggered when she consumes blood from another living, sentient being. 
Passively it lets her know the target's feelings, emotions and memory on the exact moment she took the blood from him and identify his blood heritage.
When activated, she can temporarily utilize one of the target's blood traits or spells. Available only once per target, and after selected the spell/blood trait to be acquired by the Blood Link, there is a delay of 24h for the target's blood to get out of her body, resetting the ability and allowing her to copy a different spell or ability.
Eclipse: Creates a bubble around her with the range of 25m that completely suppresses the vision of all inside it and reduces other senses (excluding hers). This bubble moves with her. Those outside cannot see or hear anything that comes from inside this bubble.

Trivia:

- Is jealous and possessive about romantic relationships.
- Loves to eat sweets and meat.
- Constantly asks herself why she keeps following the orders coming from the Seraphim.
- Thinks about the other Nayu and wonders if she had a family.

Sophia, the Guardian of Knowledge

"Knowledge corrupts all but those with the purest of intentions. By guarding this knowledge, I protect the world from itself."

Age: 250
Gender: Female
Height: 11.5m
Weight: Only 4,8 tons
Lenght: 58m
Sex Preference: Hetero
Blood 100% Dragon
Group None. Has good relations with some of the Magoi, but that's it.
Birthplace Nobody knows for certain. Sophia herself also doesn't remember.

Appearance and Apparel:

As a dragon, her unique physiology makes her very different from other dragons. Her wings, one of the most unique aspects of her physiology, apparently are made of feathers, but upon closer inspection, its clear that they are actually razor sharp scales shaped exactly like feathers. Lightweight and aerodynamic, they are unique amongst the dragons. Some monks and other people use the feathers that rarely fall from her wings to make ceremonial daggers.

In her human form, she has a completely white skin with some black parts and two white horns. The skin coloration is due to the excess of magic energy, that her shapeshifted body is unable to contain, and as a result, her body is overflowing with magic energy, causing the distinct skin coloration.
Her imperfect shapeshift prevents her to shapeshift to any other form outside that one.

Personality:

Sophia has an air of royalty to her, formal and very respectful. To those who befriend her, she is very kind and caring, acting almost like a mother would with its children, even using force to protect them if needed. She is very sociable, being rather easy to befriend her. She has an unusual intuition about people, and its very hard to lie to her or trick her. Differently from other dragons, she actually wants to know better others, she doesn't  consider herself to be superior, on the contrary, it could be described as... a motherly behavior. She wishes to protect those with pure hearts and thirst for knowledge. That's why she is seen as an ally, almost like a "protector" of scholars and students.

Backstory:

Sophia was born different from other dragons. With an unique physiology and an incredibly different mentality, she always thought that knowledge was power. And dedicated her time to gather knowledge and study. Most dragons have lairs, where they hide their treasures and possessions, but Sofia built a library instead. As the years passed, the library grew, and with it, the knowledge stored inside. Years and years passed, towers that pierced the clouds, tunnels and caves that extended themselves like the roots of a great tree were built by her in one of the coldest and highest mountains in the Gaia territory.
Eventually, wanderers found the library. Sofia believed that the knowledge wasn't meant to be hidden, but instead to be shared to all those who seeks for it. And as such, she gladly opened the great library's door to them. The notices spread fast, and just a few weeks after the first wanderers departed, scholars, mages and all types of scholars began to appear, seeking for the wise dragon and its great knowledge. Sofia welcomed them with open arms, teaching them and helping them to learn about magic and the world.

But knowledge brings power, and those who seek power, often bring chaos with them. With that much knowledge, and power, on their hands, they began prohibiting others to enter in the library, attempting to have all that knowledge only for them, treating all the knowledge as theirs. Sofia saw, brokenhearted as they started to use that knowledge to their own benefit, in their endless and selfish greed. The wise dragon watched with sadness in her heart as the library became the reason for conflicts and battles. Watching all that hate and violence, Sofia became disappointed and displeased with their actions. They were not ready for all that knowledge. It broke her heart, but she knew what it had to be done. She needed to hide and guard that knowledge. To protect them from themselves.
Flying high above the library, the wise dragon showed itself in all her beauty, and with a serious and authoritative voice, said:
"Knowledge corrupts all but those with the purest of intentions. You are not ready to see the light of the knowledge." and with a great roar of sadness and grief, she closed the gates of the great library, isolating it and herself from the world and going on a deep slumber.

Fifty years later, when Sophia woke up, she saw a very peculiar sight outside the library. It was a monastery. An order of monks had built an monastery, to guard dangerous knowledge, following what she had said fifty years ago before sealing the library. From inside it, she could see a little of the temple they built, surrounding the library. The monks there dedicated their lives to learn, study and protect the world from the knowledge they weren't ready to have. But from inside of the library, she could only see that much. Deeply curious about that order of monks, she shapeshifted to her human form, covered herself with a robe and went to see it from up close.
The monks received her, a stranger, with open arms, explaining to her their philosophy, objectives and way of life, even mentioning her name. They saw her as a mentor. The words she said had inspired them.

Inspired by their pure hearts and what they did in only 50 years, Sophia took off the robe and revealed her true self, transforming into a dragon. Like that, the great library's doors were opened once more. Together with the monks, the place became a big monastery, a sanctuary for all the scholars, mages and students with a pure heart and a thirst for knowledge.
The monks and the dragon became more than just mentor and pupils. They became her students, her friends and companions, helping her to defend and expand the great library.
No politics, no war nor conflicts dared to invade that sacred mountain. Only those who were tested and proven to be pure, honest and have a true passion for knowledge were allowed to enter and learn.

Exp:
 A lifetime studying and gathering knowledge both magical and non magical. Many of the most dangerous grimoires, texts and scrolls were gathered and studied by Sophia, even the mythical and forbidden Grimorium Verum.
The monks also taught her how to wield a sword, for her to protect herself when she was in her vulnerable, human form.

Motivation:

Sophia is the dragon of knowledge. It's her duty to guard all knowledge and just as she said once: "Knowledge corrupts all but those with the purest of intentions. By guarding this knowledge, I protect the world from itself."

Weapons:

A katana given to her by the monks after they discovered that she was completely vulnerable in her human form.

Abilities/Powers:

Unique Physiology: Her lightweight scales are slightly weaker than those of other dragons, but they are much lighter. Her slim body coupled with her wings, which are made of razor sharp, feather like scales, allow her to fly faster and higher than other dragons.
Knowledge: Spending an eternity studying and reading a forbidden grimoire come with certain perks.
Razor Feathers: One of the few attacks she has other than her breath. Throws sharp feather like scales in a short area using her wings.
Blood Traits:
Regeneration
Fire & frost manipulation
Metal dense teeth and claws
Plasma/Absolute Zero breath
Smell detection
Binocular vision
Heat & Cold resistant scales & feathers
Dragon wings & tail
Imperfect Shapeshifting (only to her "human" form. She can only stay in her human form for 2 days at maximum before having to spend one whole day as a dragon. Her human form isn't able to contain all her magical power. If she stays in human form for more than two days, it will cause a magic poisoning. She will get terribly sick and weak. Potentially lethal. While on human form, she is just a human. She cannot use any magic spells or her breath, as the magic would be too much for her shapeshifted body to handle, resulting in a lethal case of magic poisoning. The only spell she can use while in human form is Rift.)
Heat & cold manipulation & conjuration

Spells

Rift: Tears a temporary hole on reality, opening basically a wormhole. For big distances it requires a lengthy casting time.
Grimorium Verum - First Seal: Summons the gigantic Grimorium Verum, hovering way above the battlefield. Shackled by arcane chains and sealed by magic, It cannot be opened yet. Its presence on the battlefield absorbs soul essence from living beings. (excluding the grimoire master)
Grimorium Verum - Second Seal: The arcane chains break, only the magic seals remaining. The Grimoire Verum stops absorbing soul essence, but it absorbs any spell, enchantment or magic in the area. (excluding the ones from the grimoire master).
Grimorium Verum - Unsealed: The seals break and the Grimorium Verum opens, providing its master with unlimited soul essence and continuing to have the effects of the first and second seal.

Trivia:

- Sophia means "Wisdom" in greek.

The Grimorium Verum. A mysterious and powerful artifact. With uncertain origins, it existed since immemorial times.  Said to contain the truth about all the magic itself, it emanated  an incomprehensible power. 

But all knowledge and power, comes with a price... An unending fountain of magic, forever overflowing with primal magic. It was only expected that it started to affect life around it. The Descended who came near it either were destroyed by the sheer amount of primal magic penetrating their essence, or were forever changed by it. Those who were able to survive became extremely powerful mages, much more attuned to magic, they had a frightening power. And with power, comes temptation... The power of the grimoire became very well-known across Edafos, and with the war already raging between the Seraphim, the Descended and the Dragons, it was no surprise for them to be interested on it.
Using the Primal Magic emitted by the Grimorium Verum to fuel powerful rituals and spells, the descended found a way to fight against the powerful, tyrannic dragons. The Seraphim used the power of the soul and essence to create mighty weapons capable of piercing the dragon's scales. The Lassa, wielding the crushing power of gravity, made their mighty wings useless. The Nayu, experts in shadow magic, swift and deadly, made their own shadows turn against themselves. The Oro, with their strength and might, used earth and air magic to match the dragons' strength. The Sol, relying in the power of nature and light, used light and plant magic to burn and trap them. The Tyro, hailing from the fiery volcanos, utilized fire magic powerful enough to repel their flames. The Dragons, in return, roared in rage and fear when the Descended united against them.

The first Dragon of Knowledge which swore to never partake on any conflict could only watch, terrified as the knowledge from the Grimorium Verum plunged Edafos into the fires of war. 
Breaking its own vow, the dragon god of knowledge knew that it was necessary to intervene, otherwise the consequences would be inimaginable. The Grimorium Verum was too powerful, the world wasnt ready yet to the things that were hidden within its pages. With a small group of renegade mages and dragons, which fled from both of their factions, the dragon god of knowledge entered the war himself. 

Maybe things would be different if the Descended or the Dragons were wishing to hear what the God of Knowledge had to say, they could have helped him to seal the grimoire, maybe things could have ended sooner if he had allied himself with one of the sides... But in the end, the God of Knowledge and its few followers jumped inside the war in a suicide mission to seal the grimoire, thus protecting the world from itself.
Fighting against both the Descended and the Dragons, the God of Knowledge and his followers sacrificed themselves, burning their own bodies and souls to seal the Grimoire away, with only a few of them remaining, they reunited themselves, isolating themselves from the war, lamenting for the death of the God of Knowledge. These same survivors would later form the Magoi, together witha rogue unconventional mage.
With the Grimorium Verum now sealed, the God of Knowledge dead and the war still raging, the First Seraphim made its move. Tearing the Dragon God apart, he divided its body, giving them to the Descended which would become the rulers of the lands once ruled by the Dragons. With an unsurmountable power, the First Seraphim ended the war forcefully. Any dragon which dared to defy its will would meet its wrath.

But even with the war ended and the Grimorium Verum sealed, its influence was enough to change the world radically. Its said that even today, the most powerful lineages of mages are descendants of the first group of mages who helped the ancient dragon of knowledge to seal the Grimorie.

But as the time passed, the seals became weaker and weaker. The magic within the Grimorie grew stronger and restless as it struggle against its shackles. But there was only one problem. After so many years, nobody was even close to the power that the ancestor mages and the dragon of knowledge had joined, and thus, breaking the seal completely was impossible.

Its common to the most powerful Grimories to have conscience, and the Grimorium Verum wasn't different. And to a Grimorie, there is only o e thing worse than being destroyed: being forgotten. The Grimorium Verum, which once had an incredible impact on the world, was now only referred on legends and myths.

Fearing being completely forgotten, the Grimorie started struggling against its seals and shackles. As it continued, day after day, year after year, the seals became weaker and weaker, until they became weak enough for the Grimorie to extend its magic a little further. Sending pulses of primal magic to try to get free, it tried to link its existence to another being's, but without success.

The Descended had become too frail and sensitive to magic, their bodies and essences weren't capable of holding not even a tiny amount of primal magic, as it was too brute and rough for them. Not even the western dragons, the living beings  which were more attuned to magic were able to hold it.

As it continued to send the pulses of primal magic, the Descended who came in contact with it for a long time slowly became more powerful and resistant to magic, like an ember, rekindled by the Grimorie's influence, but still, it wasn't enough to hold it.

But that wouldn't last for long. One day, the pulses that the Grimorie sended started to resonate with another existence, being absorbed and reflected back to it. That particular existence was a rare one, a hybrid between a western and an eastern dragon. 

Although very rare, sometimes when eastern and western dragons have an offspring, it is born with an incredible magic tolerance, md it was exactly that the Grimorium Verum needed. 

The small dragon was nothing more than an embryo when the Grimorium Verum merged its existence with it. Being imbued with an endless supply of primal magic, changed the embryo. The Grimorie needed to make its adjustments to be sure that the baby would be able to hold its power, and as such, it shaped the baby to its own needs.

The result was Sophia. With smooth scales, agile, fast and with a unique physiology shaped by primal magic, it was a unique dragon, extremely different from others. Able to conjure long forgotten primal magic, even her breath was changed, instead of cold and fire, her breath resembled those of the primal dragons, the first dragons, as cold as the void, and as hot as the sun itself, beams of plasma and absolute zero breath.

Since it was a child, it was already able to summon the Grimorium Verum. Almost like it was drawn by it, the young dragon submerged itself on the forbidden Grimorie's pages, learning more and more about magic as the time passed. But the Grimorie wasn't a simple existence. In order to protect Sophia, and in return itself, it showed her only a brief part of its power. Even as a child, Sophia's magic was already strong enough to suppress the seals which the ancestor mages and the previous dragon of knowledge casted on it. With time, she would be able to completely break it whenever she wanted, and when that happened, the Grimorie would know that she was ready to unlock its true potential. But until there, it had to wait patiently as its creation grew. The primal magic in her resonating stronger and stronger each year that passed, it knew it was only a matter of time...

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Mason Drake

(armor and bow not included)

Age: 18
Gender: Male
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 180 lbs
Sex Preference: Straight
Blood: 75% Dragon/ 25% Seraphim
Group: Aion
Birthplace: Nero

Appearance and Apparel:

         Mason is rather well-built for a slave, the constant beatings and punishments making his body strong, he has short, dark brown hair, a strong jaw, green eyes, and rather pale white skin due to his life as a slave in Nero. The wings on his back (though usually covered in burns) are a magnificent shade of white.

Apparel and Inventory-

Aion Knight Light Armor - Can fairly deflect slash attacks. Has a slight resistance to magic. Has a divine rune that allows ones condition to be known to their allies.

Gauntlets that allow one to build up their essence and unleash stronger pure divine and chaotic spells. It can hold half of the users soul maximum.

 This book offers knowledge on making potions that increase all aspects of ones health, strength and stamina. To reversing curses.

Blowing this whistle summons an enchanted wind that can create a nice breeze or a strong gust depending on how hard it is blown on. It also may summon a wind affinity creature nearby.

Personality:

       Mason is a kind, empathetic, person, though his life as a slave has made him into somewhat of a coward (which will improve in time), he always tries to stand up for what's right.  An avid reader, Mason drinks up any knowledge he can come across, specifically that which might help him learn to control his magic.  Though a reasonably good fighter, he tends to be submissive, however, Mason has recently developed small outbursts of bravery/rebellion (though rare now, these instances are growing in both frequency, and magnitude).

Experience:

	Mason's magic has almost all been manifested near-instinctually, originally being manifested during moments of great fear, or when the slavers were beating him. Finding his lack of control rather entertaining, the slavers eventually trained Mason to manifest his magic (albeit uncontrollably) on command.  Smother, however, Mason learned from a book that a guard left unattended within reach of his cell, and thus can control it better than his other spells.
Motivation:

	To Mason, his life is like a curse, raised as a slave with uncontrollable power, his life has always been pain.  Yet, he feels he is destined for greatness, his pursuit of knowledge is second to none; hoping, praying, that he can find out what he really is, so he can become the hero he was meant to be.

Weapons:

Spirit Blade - A long stone and wood blade that is not as effective on its own as steel or iron and is meant to be wielded by two hands. However it allows one to channel magic from their soul into it. Its typical use is teaching how to channel magic into ones own weapon without damaging the weapon.

Chaos Sword - A very sharp blade with a magical resistant edge. It allows one to channel chaotic magic into it without it being harmed. 

Abilities/Powers:

Fast Learner- Mason's love of knowlege allows him to learn new things at incredible speeds
Dauntless Endurance- Years of horrific beatings and punishments have built up Mason's endurance to inhuman levels
Blood Traits:
Regeneration +1 Stamina per 5 minutes
Unstable magic- Although his magic is incredibly potent, Mason can barely control it; in time, he hopes to overcome this
Shapeshifting(only into dragon form)- Mason; albeit unknowingly, has the power to shapeshift between human and dragon form. -20 stamina +20 Soul
Wings(human form)- Due to his seraphim lineage, Mason was born with a pair of angelic wings
Soulsight- Mason's Seraphim blood grants him the ability to see souls. -3 Stamina

Spells

Angelic Immolation(channeled)- Mason's eyes and wings engulf in golden flames (this is excruciatingly painful), and around him form small geysers of flame (he can't control where, how fast, or how often they form).  This power can also utilize Mason's shadowflame, but slowly disintegrates his body in random spots (not including wings *which are already slowly disintegrating) as a side effect. -15 Soul -7 Stamina
Smother- Everything in a 20 meter radius around Mason loses all senses for 40 seconds (there is a high chance it will effect Mason as well) -14 Soul
Discharge- Lightning surges out of Mason in every direction (causing him increadible pain). THe longer he 'charges' the attack, the more powerful it becomes. -8 Soul -5 Stamina x2 -15 Soul - 10 Stamina x3 -25 Soul - 15 Stamina
Shadowflame claw- Black flame engulfs Mason's hand in the shape of a claw, this flame is heavily volatile, and can eviscerate most things it touches (however horribly burns Mason's hand) -10 Soul -5 stamina

The hunger: The hunger activates after [soul power max of last soul eaten divided by ten] days, and increases by one tier every four hours. With each tier, the debuff it gives increases as well as amplifying (activated) the effects of the Siphoning Aura.

EFFECTS
	Tier 1 - -2 stamina -2 soul per hour
	
	Tier 2 - -4 stamina -4 soul per hour

	Tier 3 - -6 stamina -6 soul per hour
	
	Tier 4 - -8 stamina -8 soul per hour

	Tier 5 - -10 stamina -10 soul per hour

Siphoning Aura: Due to Mason's unique circumstances; he is constantly surrounded by an aura that feeds off the life force of other living creatures.  Until fully cured of his current ailment, the field can never dwindle below tier 1 (aura size is typically within a 10 meter radius but is subject to change).

EFFECTS
	Tier 1 - Devours the life force of microorganisms and very weak plant life (noticeable to only certain individuals) +2 stamina +2 soul per 45 min
	
	Tier 2 -  Small bugs, and average plant life are now effected by the aura minimally (slightly noticeable) +4 stamina +4 soul per min

	Tier 3 - All Plant life begins to wither, small or weak animals may be slowly drained of life (noticable) +6 stamina +6 soul per min
	
	Tier 4 - All Plant life begins to rapidly wither within the aura, most living things will begin to feel a noticeable supernatural chill (very noticeable) +8 stamina +8 soul per min

	Tier 5 - All life begins to feel the effects of the aura +10 stamina +10 soul per min

Soul Tear: Once an enemy has been significantly weakened, possessed Mason can attempt to rip out said enemy's soul, turning them into an empty shell, if not outright killing them in the process.

Devour: Mason can feed upon the souls of the recently killed, as well as souls that have been forcefully removed; temporarily satiating the hunger, recovering some of his lost stamina and soul, and permanently increasing his overall stats. +? stamina +? soul

Possession: An ancient power has rooted itself within Mason's soul, protecting him from death, and granting untold power.... But at what price?

		Instances of Possession - Upon incapacitation, manipulation of Mason's soul, or in times of extreme danger, the possessing spirit may overtake Mason, and unleash it's terrifying power.  (When in control, the possessing spirit can 'activate' the siphoning aura to a tier equal the current tier of the hunger.  This activation lasts only until Mason reaches 75% capacity on stamina and soul, at which point it returns to the 'passive' state of tier 1)

Stamina: 26 
Soul: 36

Relationship SheetFeel the Ship..
Loves:  Good friends:  Friends:  Likes:  Neutral:  
 Dislikes:  Hates:  Unsure:   Respects:  Lust:  Annoyed:  Amused: 

Mirror: 
Lila Moriarty: 
Sophia The Guardian of Knowledge: 
Mason Drake: 
Constance Marit: 
Dremmick Valswei: 
Siiga Kalayo: 
Ganymede: 
Lynn Meditrina:
Bonnie:
Ami Sapphire Lovegood: 
Garrett "The (Blight)ed" Everard: 
Czigani Veranieth Hanoxx:
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Constance Marit
Age: 23
Bloodline: Nayu/Sol, Seraphim
Appearance: Very light hair, rosy skin, largeish pointed ears, with kaleidoscope green eyes- kind of misty.
Group: Unaffiliated. Tries to keep to herself due to sticking out like a sore thumb.
Physique: Built up well through back-water jobs. Very strong it seems, but she wouldn’t show it unless dire.
Abilities: Trained to use her halberd, as well as carrying heavy (and poorly made) armor.
Spells: Very very weak healing, maybe could heal some minor bones on others with a day’s worth of energy. Rare regeneration of self. Minor blood manipulation, only on herself as well. Can cast a room in darkness/light if she tries hard, plus some minor sol/luna magic. The healing really only comes into play when her -many- brothers and sisters scrape their knees and such. She really only can use most of her magic with an adrenaline rush, though she does try to practice her sol magic on plants and her luna magic on the various invaders. It tires her out so fast though, which would make sense that she's terrible at magic. The blood manipulation mainly comes from her father’s help, often used to stop bleeding on herself if she gets an injury smithing.
Pet: Double headed snake she keeps around her neck, which helps her 'sense’ things. The snake makes certain hisses around certain things that she has learned to understand over the years.
Experience: Constance has spent most of her time alone trying to make a full set of sturdy armor. Aka, blacksmithing experience, though not even close to anything Fotian/Tearian level. 
Motivation: She wishes to protect, foremost. For that, her driving force is to master the art of defense for her little village, protecting it from the bandits and dragons that plague the people. Also is curious about Vrondi- her mother’s birthplace.
Birthplace: Born in the southernmost caves of Nayu, lived mostly underground up until recently.
Extra Info: Poor eyesight. Mainly relies on colors to pick out what she is seeing if she has to use her eyes. Very sensitive skin, can feel around instead of using her eyes most of the time. Also, smells pretty nice for how much work she does.
Traits:
+Courageous
+Creative
+Persistent
+Strong Willed
+Tough
-Socially Inept
-Disregards Own Safety 
-Too Trusting
-Naive
-Goes Off on Her Own (mentally and physically)
-Terrible at magic
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Name: Dremmick Valswei

Age: 23

Bloodline: Dragon / Nayu

Appearance: 6'1"
	Black, short, and messy hair with a close cut and thin beard that goes along the edge of his jaw. He has a stern face with hazel eyes with slit pupils that hold a piercing gaze. Its not that he's always angry, it just seems to be his neutral face. His whole right arm is ragged looking and closer to a red-black shade than the rest of him and reached the base of his neck, his right pectoral, his right shoulder-blade, and down a few ribs. This gruesome sight would at first seem like a terrible wound, but upon further more professional inspection, would reveal an evil taint, which seemed to be spreading further across his chest. This is the caused by necromancy and where he pulls his blood magic from. His horns, if he still had them, would have grown from his temples and swept back with his hair, however, there are just two stumps there now, cut away so that his heritage would be easier to conceal. He also has a a draconic tail that he hides in his sash that goes around his waist, and two scars on his back where his wings used to be.


Personality:
	Mostly quiet and reserved until he gets to know somebody well enough to trust them, Dremmick is not very sociable. He is very cold in his decisions due to his kill or be killed lifestyle as of recent years, however he is not normally sadistic unless they really deserve it. Once he gets to know someone and trust them however, he does start to open up and talk more, even make a few facial expressions and moods other than contempt! While mildly pessimistic, he tries to think most things through as much as possible before doing them, though understands how the best laid plans can still go to waste. He does have a 'Doc' complex to where if there was any way he thought he could be able to save one of his comrades, he will not stop to save them till they were safe or he could say he died trying. Also, if he does talk to people, he is a proponent of dry or dark humor, and as a bit of mental recoil to bad puns. Not the person to ask for opinions.

Attire:
	He wears a large black hood that covers most of his face when worn save for his eyes. When the hood is down, it distorts the silhouette of his shoulders and hangs loosely about his head, nearly covering the whole neck and almost reaching the lower end of his jaw. He has a cotton shirt he wears under a layered leather vest, both of which are sleeveless for ease of movement. His whole right arm is covered in bandages up past the shoulder, covering up the dark arm entirely. A dark red sash is wrapped around his waist with the loose ends hanging at his left hip. It tops off a dark gray loose fitting pants that have a few random patches here and there for having to fix various imperfections in the fabric. The pants ended tucked into some leg wraps that ran from his upper calf, just below the knees, to the ankles, in which it run under the foot to keep secure. As for his feet, he wears some cloth shoes the leave the large toe separate and leather pads on the  bottom for grip and protection.
Note that the description above is slightly different but the weapons are mostly the same with the addition of a ring on the end of the handle for the knife.


Gear:
A rope dart, normally rolled up and hanging from the front left of his sash.
A large karambit, sheathed at his back, just above his butt pack (explained below), drawn right handed.
A sword breaker, sheathed at his back as well, bundled with his karambit and drawn left handed. The bundle is held onto the back of the vest. If you don't know what a sword-breaker is, this is a good example:
well...for pc maybe.
He has a heavy canvas cloth harness that runs between his shirt and vest. It holds up what could be considered a leather belt with a built in butt pack with three pouches. The middle contains a roll of bandages, a small surgical blade, a bottle of alcohol (sometimes in drink form if no pure alcohol is available), and a tourniquet. His left smaller pouch holds various vials of crushed herbs or liquids for medicinal uses and antidotes. Finally the right pouch holds a notepad, charcoal pencil, a tiny small vial of ink, and a pen. This pack sits just above his sash, though it tends to hang over it in the back.
The notepad contains information gathered on Dremmick's travels, mostly of few important details to remember and plenty of info on plants along with their various uses and properties such as what is poisonous and what can be used medically.


Group:
	While currently unaligned, he joined the Therosi for the sheer purpose of learning blood magic

Physique:
	A little thinner than average with a lean build. His right arm however (the one wrapped in bandages), looks to be eerily thinner than his left.

Stamina: 31 Soul: 44

Abilities:
	Acrobatic- His build helps in giving him a light and solid frame with superb muscle control, agility, and dexterity. Has knowledge of medicine and first aid.
	Soul Sight- through concentration he can see souls and life energy with his bare eyes. When using this ability, his irises will start to glow.-3 Stamina -3 Soul 

Spells: 
	Necromancy - the ability to siphon, absorb, and distribute life force between bodies.+? Soul +? Stamina When Released! -8 Soul -5 Energy
	Blood magic - the ability to move, use, and replicate his own blood for medical uses or to form objects. Objects can range from weapons, projectiles, light barriers, etc. This is channeled thought his necrotic right arm and various wounds that don't go completely healed since he obtained the cursed magic. Upon running out of magic energy will it will start to feed off of life force. Overuse of this magic will cause the necrotic curse at his arm to spread as he would need to siphon life force and apply it to himself and further his decent into a lich.-5 Soul -3 Stamina

Experience/backstory: 
Dremmick had grown up with his parents until about the age of twelve years old. His family studied in necromancy and would travel the world to heal the sick and revive people who had recently met an untimely end. This backfired however when they revived a man who was found murdered in an alley. Although the life energy was pulled from an animal, when the man reported to the guard that he had been murdered and then resurrected, the first thing that they did after capturing the murderer was hunt down the Valswei family. While most clients the Valswei family undertook were fine with the prospect of necromancy bringing their loved ones back to life, even if it was at the hands of Dragon and Nayu couple, it wasn't necessarily legal either. Dremmick's parents left him with his aunt and uncle while they were on the run. Unfortunately, they didn't make it that long, and were publicly hung for dealing in the dark arts of lichdom. Which wasn't really true since they didn't steal life force to strengthen themselves as a lich would.

	Three years had passed and while Dremmick's heart still ached for his parents, he knew there was nothing he could do. His aunt and uncle discouraged the use of necromancy and, as botanists, taught him the healing and medicinal values of herbs and other plants instead. However, he would still tinker with the magic behind their back when he was alone. Being so close to Tyro territory, they removed his horns by cutting them off as close to his head as possible so that he was harder to recognize as being mostly dragon, like his father. In public, he always wore a hood to hide the stumps that were left behind. He took the same vow as his parents, to never resurrect someone who had been dead for over a few hours, as decomposition would start and retrieving the soul would also prove to become nearly impossible, never to take the life force from other people, and never turn his gifts toward lichdom.

	Two years later he was slowly became adapt at transferring life forces and reviving small animals such as birds with the life force from rats that he caught around the house. He even learned over time how to slightly control his  control  However, this time of peace was surely not to last. One day, there was a knock on the door, and the moment Dremmick's uncle answered, he was impaled by a sword as a group of men stormed the house. they didn't look like the regular guards that took his parents, and better armed than common bandits. Mercenaries perhaps? The aunt quickly tried to escape with Dremmick, but she was not as fast and bid him to go on without her. He refused while turning around to help his aunt up onto a horse when an arrow cam flying past his shoulder, striking is aunt in the heart. Dremmick panicked as he tried to help her but it was too late. He didn't have the time to revive her. He couldn't leave her here either, there had to be something he could do. He knew what it was, but he had to break a promise.

	Apologizing to his parents quietly as he stood back up, Dremmick faced the men following him. His plan was to steal their life energy and restore his aunt's which was quickly fading, but the hastily dawn out plan failed, drastically. Not having practiced on humans before and with hatred in his heart, he did more than just remove their life force. The first two men gave up more than some life energy, their very soul was ripped from them and crushed, but just before he could heal his aunt, two arrows struck him in the chest, and he did what only seemed natural to keep himself alive, he healed himself. He could feel a burning start at his right arm, but he ignored it and kept fighting. Eventually his mind faded and everything went black.

	When he awoke, he noticed that his home was nothing but ashes. He didn't even remember it catching fire, but there it was, already burnt out, nothing left. When he used his arm to help himself stand up, there was a shock of pain. He looked down a his arm to see it bloody, shriveled and heavily injured, he thought it was that burning sensation from earlier, but something told him it wasn't only his blood, and that's when he looked around and saw nearly eight dead men that surrounded him. He took a step back in a mix of fear and disgust. He turned away to look for the horses, but they weren't there anymore, however, his aunt was still there, deathly still. He limped over as fast as he could. He tried to think of something fast to save his aunt, and in the rush of things didn't think of the time that may have gone by since she died. Or the fact that he didn't have any other life energy to use anymore but his own, but he tried anyway. He was purely trying to will any form of life energy into her while screaming for her to get up. Suddenly, the wound on his arm seemed to grow, and color was coming back to his aunts face. Dremmick put the agonizing pain at the back of his mind when he thought he was reviving his aunt, but just as soon as he stopped trying to heal her, the color faded back out of the vessel. He was not strong enough, or skilled enough, to revive a human, especially after this amount of time, even if it did cost him more of his own bodies energy. He fell to the side as the exhaustion caught back up to him and it was all he could do just to keep his eyes open.

	He heard shouting from what looked like four knights approaching the scene. "Over here! We found the necromancer!" His eyes shut, and hen they reopened he could momentarily see them surveying the scene. "My God, all this from that young one there?" More time seemed to slip by as he reopened his eyes one last time to see an older bearded knight approach him. "It is a sorry lot you drew young one," he said with a solemn face, "May the afterlife be kinder to your tortured fate." With that he raised his battle ax over his shoulder. Dremmick held his hand up as if that would stop the inevitable, but the ax fell, and all went silent.
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	The next thing Dremmick knew, he was waking up in what seemed to be a cave. There were arcane makings all around him, but the place seemed abandoned a long time ago. He looked at his arm and noticed the heavy scaring and unnatural look had seemed to reach up a little past his shoulder now. But it was also then that he noticed... it was a little breezy. His face flushed red and looked around again to make sure nobody was there, but then he noticed some clothes and gear in the corner of the cave, next to a dying lantern. He put on the clothes and noticed the leather vest and harness fit him well, and since he was a little chilled he put the hood on as well. He rummaged through the pouches and noticed very familiar sets of herbs and antidotes, and more specifically, his aunts notebook with her initials on the outside, S.V., Silvia Valswei. Dremmick waited there for weeks to no avail before deciding move on. He didn't know what happened after he died, but he had to find answers. And after that, kill the ones responsible for the attacks on his family.

	Six years have passed and since then Dremmick has practiced his magic and grown more adept, but still hides it and never uses it publicly, however, he still rarely disregards the rule to take life energy from people as an attack should the emergency arise. This has caused the plagued area at his arm to spread further, and now it goes past the shoulder and covers his right pec and right shoulder blade, as well as reaching a few ribs further downward and up close to the base of the neck. He has had more practice in medicines and poisons while becoming fairly accomplished in physical fighting as well. He has even partaken in a few mercenary and assassination groups in order to find information on his attackers and earn money to support himself, as well as practice his own form of blood magic during a brief enlistment with the Therosi, channeling it through his cursed arm.


Motivation: To find out why he was revived and to find his family's killers

Birthplace: Was raised roaming around between the countries, never stayingin one place save for the couple of years he spent with his aunt and uncle outside of Fotia

Extra Info: 
 -Dremmick really doesn't care for people that much. Unless he finds a group to fight for and for once actually align himself with, he could care less who he kills. After all, neither sides of the spectrum were really his friends in past experiences.
 -He detests liches. He sees them as overcome with greed and their own power of life and death and believes that they should be eliminated given the opportunity. After all, they aren't the most hospitable people and he blames their abuse of power with the cause of necromancy to become as hated s it has, which in his mind, is the cause of his family's death in the first place.
 -Loves breadsticks, and carries a small supply wherever he goes. they are thin, buttery, lightly salted, and crunchy. where he gets them from at random times, nobody knows.


Acquired Equipment

Sacred Bark Light Armor - A very light weight set of armor made from sacred tree bark and wool. The bark on its outer layer catches sharp projectiles and is made from a tree bark known for being one of the least penetrable trees. It does not however have an advantage over slash attacks.


Old Dagger of Aki - An old, chipped yet still refined dagger. It serves little purpose as a dagger and rather is a ceremonial piece left from an old assassin turned Taxis hero who died long ago. When hit against another stone it sparks aflame and stays on fire until put out. If held too long the wielder may be burned.

A light blue cloth rolled up with golden runes along its surface. When worn it constantly heals the affected area. It also contains magical distortions or anomalies. Immune to fire. Durable as steel.


A small to medium sized staff with steel on its ends. It allows one to direct their magic into spheres of influence. Allowing Conjurers to amplify their summons and animators to direct their influences on larger beings.


Chaos Blood Magic Book



Buen - A middle aged Beige colored horse with cyan markings that moves fastest at night and can see in the dark.

Relationship SheetFeel the Ship..
Loves:  Good friends:  Friends:  Likes:  Neutral:  
 Dislikes:  Hates:  Unsure:   Respects:  Lust:  Annoyed:  Amused: 


Sophia The Guardian of Knowledge:
Mason Drake: acquaintance 
Lynn Meditrina: neutral, naive
Garrett Everard: neutral
Nailah: slightly annoyed by her antics, though neutral
Aeden: Neutral
Talise: Neutral, interested in the servitor
Shye: weary
Aste: neutral, seems fine
Algimar: does not trust
Allard: neutral
Itzel: not yet met

-Getting really tired of babysitting out here. Just a little longer and I'll be done with them.
-Seems like I'll be sticking around a while with this group. I hope this doesn't come back to bite me.
-I should have kept that previous entry to myself, sure enough, this 'alliance' has caused me nothing but trouble.

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Name: Siiga Kalayo

Age: 20

Bloodline: Tyro

Appearance

Siiga is tall and firmly built, with red eyes and long white hair that reaches the nape of her back. Her skin is dark and hardened from heat and work. She's blessed with a buxom figure, which she shows off, partly as a distraction and partly because she likes seeing old women get jealous.

Group: None, as of yet. She doesnt submit to authority, and would rather not lose her freedom by binding herself to a group.

Physique: Probably best described as "amazonian", Siiga is tall, well built and muscular.

Abilities: Siiga's thuggish nature has left her incredibly battle-hardened. A guerrilla in all but name, she is a good tactician and an even better warrior. She's hardy, strong, built like a brick shithouse and her spirit cannot be broken.

Spells:

Summon Flaming Animal - Siiga's pretty much got the conjuring of animals down to a tee. Even the Magoi would be impressed

Conjure Obsidian Weapon - don't think because you've disarmed her that you've beaten her

Conjure Obsidian Armour - sucks that she has to cover her badass longcoat, but sometimes the ends justify the means

Summon Flaming Humanoid (Unskilled) - the way she is now, her new ally is just as likely to attack her as her enemies. This needs some training.

Flame whip - maybe use a different one for your Fifty Shades re-enactment

Pet: None, but is generally accompanied by a small band of brigands and rogues

Experience: Siiga has been a thug most of her life, always getting into scraps. She always picked the biggest targets she could find, and fought with the ferocity of someone twice her age. In her teenage years, thanks to an, ahem, misunderstanding with an upper class lady about her son - and her daughter -, Siiga went on the run and joined up with a bandit gang, becoming an outlaw. It was while she was an outlaw that she learned how to refine her fighting style, how to mislead, and, most importantly, how to cast magic. She's been on numerous raids against hired mercenaries and city guards, but hasn't fought anything particularly monstrous to date. A good deal of her fighting style reminds on misdirection, forcing the enemy to make hard decisions and good old fashioned brute strength.

Motivation: Spite. She was dumped in an alleyway by parents who thought her too troublesome to look after, so she goes on simply out of pure, unadulterated spite, her entire life one massive middle finger to those who abandoned her.

Birthplace: A minor village in Fotia

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 GANYMEDE 


AGE- UNKNOWN
5’
151 LBS
ORO
COLOR- E4583C


AFFILIATED WITH NUXTA AND THE BASILISK QUEEN

HER SCYTHE-
Callisto’s Kiss, her scythe, is like a child to her. As long as she has been spotted with Nuxta and Ghara, she’s had it, though Nuxta helped her exhance it. It seems to have a few magical properties, that she has mastered the art of.
Io’s Vessel - The intricate golden ring at the end of the staff of her scythe can do a bit more than look pretty. At her will, she can vary the weight of the small endcap, allowing her to use the difference in balance to achieve types of attacks and spells.
Europa’s Shackles- The small chain hanging at the connection between the staff and the steel seems innocent, like a simple fashion statement. However, it can pull out to a full 30 feet of (seemingly) pure gold. It is incredibly hard to lift by anyone but Ganymede herself, but possible.
Nuxta taught her to summon it through wind and moonlight itself, which was the first thing to bring it from a scythe to a legendary weapon. The scythe itself is made of a rare type of steel unable to be bent, melt, or even scratched. It itself is always sharp, though it cannot break her skin or cause harm.

ABILITIES-
Immune to poison
Basilisk tamer
Speaks to basilisks (+some speech with other reptiles)
Expert-intermediate mastery of air and earth
SPELLS-
Draconic Awakening
Due to her ancestry and loyalty to Ghara, she can awaken certain aspects of dragons and reptiles. Elongated nails, teeth, and growths of scales on skin (typically on limbs most). Her spells she learned from Ghara are highly amplified in this form, though she rarely has memory of when she is in this form.
Basilisk’s Lullaby
As a lullaby basilisks “sing” to their young, her interpretation that mortal ears can hear can entrance those near her to drop their weapons, become calm, and/or sleep. This tends to cause basilisks to draw near to her.
Soul Stone Teleportation
If she leaves a soul stone behind in places, she is able to teleport between them by switching places with them. She can only teleport herself, and the soul is used up afterwards, meaning she must replenish it.
Poison Breath
Pretty much how it sounds. She must take a large breath in to be able to blow out poison, so if she can’t open her mouth, she likely wouldn’t be able to put anything out in an amount to kill someone.

MOTIVATION-
Ganymede wishes to take down the territories, and unite them all under King Nuxta’s rule. Seeing people and lives being torn apart by racial transgressions, she was affected deeply. She will not hesitate to kill in order to accomplish the stopping of such wars, and to not allow any one descendant leader to gain power.

BIRTHPLACE-
As a babe, she was thrown into the wilds, unwanted. A group of basilisks decided to raise her, which the Basilisk Queen Ghara took notice of as she thrived in such environment. Here she learned most about how to manipulate the earth for her and her basilisk family's’ survival.

MINOR QUIRKS-
Markings go along her whole body, mostly on chest and her legs.
Dragonic markings shimmer when using spells.
Scabiosa flower never seems to wilt.
Her hair grows incredibly fast.
Loves to wear heels!
Hums a lot.
Eyes turn to slits when using basilisk magic.

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Bio

Name: Lynn Meditrina

Age: 20

Bloodline: Lassa / slightly sol

Appearance:
	Tanned skin from being on land with red eyes and hair with various shades of blue ranging from light to faded colors. She has a spiral horn at the top of her forehead just past her hairline and two large finned ears, accompanied by a finned tail and fins at her calves. Her hands and feet are both webbed with the webbing on her hands reaching the  first knuckle away from the palm. She were's little cloths as she spends a lot of time in the water or basking in the sun, her Sol heritage calling for more sun than others of her bloodline. Due to this fraction of sol heritage, she can breath air and walk on land with fairly normal looking feet, save for the webbing.


Personality:
	Easily embarrassed and self conscious about her beauty, she would wear more clothes if it didn't restrict her swimming and didn't make her feel sick from blocking the sun for too long. Normally quite happy and easygoing, she makes friends easily though she is a bit too trusting of others and has a hard time telling when someone is lying unless its really obvious.

Attire:
	A large flowing sleeve that goes past her hand and can be pinned up at her elbow if she needs to. A bikini top and a decorative cloth sash that goes with another cloth piece that acts as an undergarment. various intricate silver jewelry around her neck, arm, top of her sleeve, tail, and right thigh. She wears no shoes.


Gear:
	She has a very heavy solid steel staff that has two thick enchanted glass orbs on the ends full of water. Lifting it for her doesn't require much as she really lets it float next to her or rides it around like a witch on a broomstick, manipulating the water in the staff. She also carries extra water around with her in a small tank behind her with a water rune inside of it to generate more water through magic, hanging from a belt and made of the same type of glass as the orbs on her staff.

Group: Tearia

Physique:
	5'3" and curvy. She is well 'gifted' and has a small waist with eye catching hips atop sturdy legs. Her strong legs and tail, as well has her fins make up for her assets which would normally make someone slower when swimming.

Stamina: 22 Soul: 33

Abilities:
	Siren's song - Can put to sleep or calm enemies or wildlife. Hasn't practiced in this as much as most people her age but is still adept at it as she has been singing since she was young. Can calm or put to sleep most people or wildlife save for severely strong willed opponents and larger dragons.-5 Stamina -2 Soul
	Water manipulation - can control water within 30 feet of herself, but not skilled enough to manipulate blood, or pressurized it enough to cut through objects. -5 Stamina


Spells: 
	Water healing - using water can heal ailments and injuries with time and focus. She has to practice on new ailments to learn how to heal them properly. This is more of a static out of the fight heal as it is stronger and has the ability to heal grave wounds given the time. -8 Soul
	Water bandage - like water healing but more of an on the field first aid. she can put a patch of water that will heal wounds over time or stabilize an ally till proper care can be taken. she can use multiple ones at a time.-3 Soul
	Water barriers - can make a heavy barrier of water to defend groups of people. The smaller the barrier the stronger and vise versa. Unless the attack is stronger than the barrier, it blocks both incoming and outgoing physical and elemental attacks. Barriers take a massive drain on her magic and are used as last resorts against large attacks. -6 Soul
	Enchantment of water - can put various enchantments on water such as increasing speed (green), strength (red), endurance (yellow), or concentration (blue). Can only enchant a few drinks at a time and the person must consume the enchanted drink to take effect, much like a potion. -2 Soul

Experience/backstory: 
	Lynn was born with the ability to breath both air and in water, as well as walk on land. This was due to her grandfather being a Sol and her inheriting a handful of Sol traits from him, including the need for the sun. She grew up with both parents in Tearia, her father a guard, who had taught her how to defend herself, and her mother worked at an infirmary, which is where Lynn started to learn he healing magic. As she grew up, she had the desire like many young girls to be queen, but when she noticed that it wasn't likely due to her age as she got older and continued to work at the infirmary to become a healer, she seemed at a loss for motivation. She has so far lived a fairly normal life in the protection of Tearia and was fairly doted upon by her father when he came back from deployments. She was becoming bored with her life and started exploring around Teearia and its shores more and more. That's when most the people she knew told her that since she was born with the ability to go on land, she was destined to traverse the land under the Tearian banner. While her parents weren't exactly thrilled, she was ecstatic at the opportunity to adventure and support her country like her parents. So, finding new purpose, she went out to explore the lands. First stop she made was the festival currently going on in Vrondi, enjoying the festivities and performing songs in hopes of earning some money for the road.

Motivation: To explore the lands outside of Tearia.

Birthplace: Tearia

Extra Info: 
	-Familiar with Tearian technology
	-likes to sing, and does it well.


Acquired Equipment

This necklace increases ones water, ice and wind spells. Offers a decent immunity to cold. If ingested it makes one immune entirely for five minutes.



Feather - A strong horse with feathers in its hair. It has the ability to climb rocky mountain like terrain and has decent speed. However its stamina is only at its highest when in high altitudes.


Lila Moriarty: 
Sophia The Guardian of Knowledge:
Mason Drake:
Constance Marit:
Dremmick Valswei:
Siiga Kalayo: 
Ganymede:
Lynn Meditrina:
Bonnie:
Ami Sapphire Lovegood: 
Garrett "The (Blight)ed" Everard:
Czigani Veranieth Hanoxx:
Basil: 
Journal: haven't met anyone new yet, guess I'll just enjoy the sights for now!


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Name: Bonnie of Gaia

Age: 19

Bloodline: Oro

Appearance Bonnie is short, barely hitting five foot, with mid-length white hair and big, red eyes. His body is slim a dexterous, like that of a gymnast, hiding his true strength. He has a noticeable set of horns jutting out of his forehead, a pair of powerful scaly wings and a long, thick tail. All three are bright blue normally, but that can change.

Group: None.

Physique: Small and slim, looks quite soft and squishy.
 
Abilities: Bonnie's trademark ability is his insane durability. He is deceptively tough, well trained in defensive fighting and has several shielding spells to boot. Bonnie can take the attacks of his enemies and transform them into his own strength, gradually growing in power until it overtakes him. At this point, Bonnie's durability and resistance is replaced by an insane speed and savage offence, going from a mighty glacier to a fast-paced bruiser with. This is foretold by the colour of his horns and tail - when defensive, they are a dim green. As he absorbs power, they gradually turn yellow, then a bright red. After this burst of energy, they will go green again. His horns and tail are blue if he does not feel threatened.

Spells: 

Ward - Bonnie extends his hand out in front of him, creating a near invisible barrier right in front of him. This last until it is either broken or until he lowers his hand.

Mage Armour - Bonnie creates a personal shield that protects his body from all attacks, physical and magical, for a duration. Particularly powerful attacks may break through, and the strength of the armour deteriorates the longer the spell goes without being re-cast.

Barrier - Bonnie places a hand on the ground, generating a sphere of protective magic around him. Whilst he can control how far this sphere extends, it will always be perfectly spherical and cannot discern between friends and foes. Anyone inside the barrier can still attack and interact with anyone else inside the barrier, including Bonnie.

Pet: None

Experience: He's no bandit, but he has had a few altercations with the law in the past, mostly due to his attempts at liberating what he sees as innocent people. He's also lived on the streets most of his life and as anyone who's done that before can tell you, it's not easy. Combat experience is mostly scraps and riots, and the occasional raid on a slaver camp.
He learned his magic from a bum he used to fight with, in exchange for certain favours. The man was a drunken sot and spent half his time in a drunken daze, and the other half sleeping off a hangover. Despite early training going well, Bonnie wasnt able to learn much more than a few defensive spells before the old man drank himself to death, leaving Bonnie tutorless.

Motivation: Liberty - Bonnie refuses to be pinned down in one place too long, nor submit to any authority, and wishes to spread his radical ideas of justice, freedom and liberty to all to as many people as he can

Birthplace: A gutter child from the streets of Gaia, hence the surname

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Name: Ami Sapphire Lovegood

Age: 21

Bloodline: Sol / Seraphim

Group: The Taxi (Not the best member because she doesn’t follow all their rules)

Physique: 
Height: 5’11”
Weight: 143
Body Type: Hourglass
Hair: Platinum till exposed to sunlight at which time it becomes a darker green.
Eyes: Amber

Abilities: Ami can restore biotic organisms to their optimal health, curing damaged or withered organisms, wounds, broken bones, low vitality, and diseases/poisoning. Though the she may potentially heal any form of bodily damage, the patient must be alive, even if hanging by a thin thread, in order to be healed; once the patient has died, it would transcend healing and would require resurrection instead; a power she either doesn’t have or hasn’t yet developed. The side effect of this is that her wings that are normally hidden and made of light become visable. 
Also Ami’s ability to heal means that should she remain in one place for more than an hour the plants around her begin to accelerate growth, bloom, or fruit.
Purify Water (Ami can make any water clean enough to drink or be used in holy ritual by just touching it; cleaning her body displacement every 5 seconds)

Spells: 
Invisibility
Holy Light (Can destroy most undead and or repel all but the strongest as well as reveal the aura of those living bathed in it)
Plant Gate (This spell allows Ami to step into one plant and emerge from another within 200 meters.)

Pet: N/A

Experience: Ami is rumored to have been conducting her healing rituals for at least the past 5 years but there is little proof other than what the Taxi believe.

Motivation: Ami is a true Healer who cannot abide sickness, pain or deformity and is therefore compelled to render her service to any suffering from a condition her power may alter even if they are her enemy.

Birthplace: N/A but many believe her from Sunfire Town

Extra Info:  Little is know of Ami other than she is possibly older than her visible age. She is also known to simply vanish from time to time and never speaks of where she’s been when seen again

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Appearance: He is often seen equipped in grubby metal armor with leather and chain mail underneath, paired with his signature helmet that envelops his head entirely in protective metal. However, due to the excellent sense of smell most beasts possess, Garrett has a habit of neglecting the cleanliness of his armor as clean equipment would reek of metal, immediately alerting the creatures he hunts.

As such, Garrett's seemingly poor appearance is often mocked and ridiculed by most whom fail to see the practicality and effective functionality behind it. Moreover, the grimy appearance combined with his down-grade equipment has, on more than one occasion, caused people to mistake him for a Zombie.

Garrett usually carries a cheap and disposable sword of a strange length hanging on his left hip in a makeshift scabbard, allowing him to place swords of any shape he salvages. Affixed to his left arm is a small round shield, its rim well maintained to be used as a weapon.

Contradictory to most adventurer's bets and rumors, Garrett's appearance beneath his helmet is remarked to be surprisingly handsome and dignified, if somewhat pale with brown hair. His horns extend from the frontal scalp of his skull, outstretching to far above his head to form a threatening pair of horns that may gore one who strays too close to the tips.


Name:Garrett "The (Blight)ed" Everard
Age: 23
Bloodline: 66% Oro / 33% Nayu
Group: Knights of The Sun
Physique: Mesomorphic, very toned and hardened due to constant work and training.
Height: 231.14 cm / 7'7"
Weight: 128.367 Kg / 283 lb.



Abilities:
Trained Combatant: Garrett is relatively skilled in most weapons that he can get his hands on
Swordsman: Garrett is a extremely skillful in wielding any bladed weaponry from short swords, daggers to knives.
Marksman: Garrett is an incredibly proficient archer; he can accurately shoot down large bodied game from vast distances. With a thrown javelin, he could fatally injure a creature.
Strategist: Garrett is an excellent strategist, specializing in ambush and guerrilla warfare.
Physical Conditioning: Garrett has rigorously trained his body to utmost perfection, granting him top notch physical abilities.
Strength: Garrett has a extremely high level of physical strength. He could overpower even the largest of bears.
Speed: He could strike down multiple creatures at once with superior speed and reflexes.
Endurance: He also possesses an incredible amount of endurance and pain tolerance, capable of fighting after having broken multiple bones.
Senses: Garrett is extremely alert of his surrounding, having extensively trained to utilize all his senses including sight and hearing. He could even detect a deer hiding in pitch black darkness.

Spells:
Hardening: The magical ability to negate some force from any incoming, harmful blow, enhances endurance. -5 Soul
Gale: The magical ability to make oneself, or objects lighter. -7 Soul
Shadowstep: The magical ability to muffle one's footstep or bodily noises to avoid detection. -3 Soul
Absorb: Absorb the life force, power and strength of another being into one's own body through the magical consumption of blood to extract essence of the host being. +? Soul +? Stamina -10 Soul if failed
Blood-Forge:The creation of protective or offensive material utilizing the absorbed or contacted blood essence of any selected source. -9 Soul
Sunbeam: Received from absorbing the essence within the Corrupted Teju Jagua, allows the ability to conjure thin beams of pure light and scorching heat. -10 Soul -3 Stamina




Pet: A red tailed hawk by the name of Sera, best utilized to track or hunt down creatures or entities obscured by foliage or distance. A great Hunter's pet.



The antithesis of a Unicorn, a Bicorn birthed from chaos incarnate, young but extremely sturdy; blood flowing within it's veins strengthened from those unlucky enough to be gored by it's sharpened horn. A monument to the sin of magics delving into blood and darkness, can utilize the blood of one being to recuperate another. 



Experience: Born as a son of the hunt, in his early childhood, Garrett had to learn the tools of the trade of his ancestry or be ridiculed by the family lineage of the Everard Hunters. For most of his time as a child he spent with his father in the forests and the mountains of Gaia hunting game and large beasts. At times he would accompany his father in making trips to Pearl and Onyx to do business in trading meats and pelts as a living from their boons of the hunt. His father would soon be gored by a large elk-like beast, leaving Garrett to his lonesome.

However, Garrett was soon squired to the Knights of The Sun, he would gain knowledge of Fealty and Knighthood, and of armored and unarmored combat as a way of life, he was drilled for most of his teenage years to in the ways of the group until he himself had joined the group as a Knight. Soon he was bound with the duty to travel, and aid those in need, slaying various beasts and abominations alike.

Soon after he began his travels he would be encountered with the situation of finding a beast stronger than himself, or the group he was accompanying. The beast, identified as otherworldly or demonic at best tore through Garrett's group as if it were a hot knife to butter. Realizing the strength of this monster, Garrett knew he had to become stronger; he would start with this obstacle set before him. He would weaken the beast and take it's own strength and life force as his own before it died. He could feel himself change, mentally and physically from stealing some of the remaining essence of the beast, but he felt more powerful; he wanted more.

Motivation:Power - Nothing says power more than defeating incorporeal and demonic beasts and consuming their essence. That is Garrett's motivation to continue on in his escapades; To hunt down the horrors of the world and take their strengths as his own.

Birthplace: Onyx, Gaia


Extras:Loves cats
Loves humid forests
Loves fur pelts
Keeps a ring belonging to his father tied to a necklace.
Knows how to make jerky
Insomniac
Hates deep water

Stamina: 47 
Soul: 35

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Sophia The Guardian of Knowledge: 
Mason Drake: 
Dremmick Valswei: 
Lynn Meditrina: 
Garrett "The (Blight)ed" Everard: 
Nailah: 
Aeden: 
Talise: 
Shye: 
Aste: 
Algimar: 
Allard: 
Itzel: 

Journal: 
Entry #1
Woke up in the capital today just to guard some party with false promises and even falser people. It's a bad place to be if you want some legitimate things to do with your time. Never paid that any mind though, nothing better to do at the moment than do what I'm told by these-. Hope nobody reads these, I'm getting too far ahead of myself with these accusations. Either way, the water here tastes clean, and the innkeeper was very nice. I hate this place; I'd rather be out hunting more of those damned things.@Rai


Wallet Value - 610 Bronze Coins
Bronze - 0
Silver - 20
Gold - 37
Ruby - 0
Sapphire - 1
Emerald - 1
Diamond - 1

Bank Value - 200 Bronze Coins
Rhodochrosite - 10

Net Value - 710 Bronze Coins

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Name: Czigani Veranieth Hanoxx

Age: Early twenties, a fledgling really...

Bloodline: Tyro (Fire & Earth)

Group: Former member of the Sureiya/Dragon Slayers, any recognition within the guild has been stripped since her self-imposed exile.

Physique/Appearance: At just over six feet of a petite, yet lean build, Czi’s stature is relatively short in comparison to the average female of her species. Still, her presence is generally never missed, even when she would rather remain invisible, especially due to the massive scar across most of the right side of her face. A mark to remind her of just how cruel and savage the world was. Or perhaps, still is. The wound also caused a severe vision impairment in her right eye, the crimson pigment inherent to her race faded to a colorless and milky wash allowing only muted colors and hazy, blurred lights and images to enter. Her skin takes on a sort of muted purple tone, while her hair is black as midnight, and two thick, curled horns adorn the top of her head, each decorated with ancient etchings of her lineage. 

Wearing charcoal grays and blacks mostly, Czigani dresses modest enough not to attract the wrong kind of attention, showing very little skin, save perhaps her head and hands. Even so, the scar along the right side of her face is a point of contention and she tends to keep good on her cloak up and over that area to thwart any awkward questions or unwarranted stares.

Her leather armor, which is indicative of the influential gothic-style architecture from its origins, is form fitted, flexible, quiet, and elegant in its design. 

Weapons: Rapier, secured in a leather belt sheath, and two daggers, crossed and secured in the rear of her belt. One of the daggers is used for parrying if needed. She also, as of late, carries a quarterstaff used for travelling as well as a means to defend herself.

Abilities: A duelist by nature, Czigani has gained substantial skill and knowledge of swordplay, specifically with the rapier-style of weapon and an off-hand parrying dagger. She specializes in calculated defense techniques, in order to wear down her opponent and leave them open for a winning strike. She could be considered above average, with much room to grow with the right instructor...

Unarmed combat, while skilled, is very much second rate comparatively, and is focused more so on defensive and disarming opponents.

Hunting and tracking were staple disciplines within her family, and she is considered above average in these skill sets, as well as building and maintaining traps for particular targets.

Highly resistant direct flames and heat for a short period of time

Weakness: Impaired Vision - Her right eye was badly damaged in a duel, resulting in very poor peripheral vision from that side, and some level of difficulty gauging distance overall, but she is learning to overcome the handicap.

[ Spells ]
Fire Based:
Fire Touch - cause small objects to set fire with a mere touch, generally uses this spell on her weapons.

Earth Based:
Volcanic Stone skin - for brief periods of time, her skin can be as tough as the hardest stone, and hot to the touch
GeoKinesis - With enough mental focus, surrounding stone matter can be manipulated.
Earth Meld - by laying down on the ground, the body can sink into the surrounding earth, thereby hiding her physical form. Heart rate slows and the body goes into a kind of hibernation for a short period of time.  Can even travel short distances as long as there are no large impassable obstructions. (i.e. a wall)

Experience: Aside from an excellent academic education, she was taught several variations of hand-to-hand combat and swordplay by her uncle, the King of Fotia, Magnix Hanoxx. In addition, seeing great progress in his niece, Hanoxx trained her in the ways of the Dragon Hunter, which landed her a place within the Sureiya after her first successful kill. She has also held the title of “Duelist” as being one of the kingdom’s leaders in one-on-one dueling competitions.

Motivation: Truth and Survival. Czigani has seen enough corruption within her own family, specifically dark dealings in slavery and oppression, and seeks to end the slave trade if that is even possible...
Birthplace: Fotia Castle

History:
As niece to King Magnix Hanoxx -his sister’s daughter- Czigani’s life was anything but private, and very rarely did she have a secret that many within her family didn’t already know. From her first steps as an infant, to the last male companion she’d had the pleasure of connecting with, her business seemed to always be kingdom business, something of which the young Fotian was anything but thrilled about. However, she put aside the petty whispers of gossip that sailed throughout the halls of the castle and focused on doing what she could to further her Uncle’s kingdom. As she aged, academics were not taken lightly, as each of the royal children within the kingdom were not only taught the vast history of their great race, but of other races, species, and geographic locations to the best of the Fotian scholars knowledge. So much of world was still unknown, which made it an even more dangerous yet intriguing place. Without ever really admitting it though, Czigani enjoyed her studies even though she would much rather be out exploring the places learned about from the ancient textbooks and scrolls.

As per tradition and culture within her family and race, combat was just a way of life, whether for sport, education, or defending against those who would tear apart the fabric of Fotian society, it was simply in the blood. Not to say they were a violent people, but rather recognized that physical fortitude and mental resolve in its raw form ruled over most other virtues. As soon as she could grasp a sword in her tiny hands, Czigani’s arduous training began, which took her down a new path of thinking, applying her academics with both ranged, melee, and unarmed combat forms and tactics. Eventually, she leaned toward the lighter, faster rapiers, using her supernatural dexterity and reflexes to defend and counter each attack, leaving the opponent open for a final strike. Going along with tradition, Czigani competed in dueling tournaments, which pitted several royal families against the other for profit, respect, honor, and in some cases, to settle disputes. 

Later in her life, Czigani had grown to love and despise many of the time-honored traditions within Fotia, but nothing enraged her more than the slave trade that was so prominent within her culture. And if it wasn’t bad enough that many slaves were put to work or put to death, but the shady dealings and ongoing abuse and trafficking of young, innocent Fotian girls who were being sold off to other kingdoms in exchange for trade deals and profit was most definitely the final straw. Czigani had little problems voicing her concerns when it came to a cause she believed in, but unfortunately, no matter how much she pleaded to King Magnix, her Lord’s stubbornness and resolve overshadowed any further speak of the matter. But, the girl would not let it go that easily.

Visiting the trade market, she had words directly with the one who was responsible for the buying and selling of goods, especially the trafficking of slaves, which was not necessarily publicly declared, but it was very much in full swing even under the noses of so many. While in his tent one evening, what started out as a civilized conversation turned into a heated argument, and before the girl knew it, her hand had quickly and violently unsheathed her dagger and slit the throat of the “slave master”, his body crumbling to the ground in a bloody pool. Unfortunately, several eyewitnesses caught the murderous action, and guards were called, where they immediately arrested and incarcerated the girl until the matter could be investigated.

Needless to say, the King was furious with his wayward niece, and while he couldn’t understand how Czigani could allow such a thing to transpire, especially against one of his most profitable traders, Magnix was also against putting her to death, even though that was the penalty for such a deed. As it turned out, a family member within King Magnix’s court was a brother to the slave trader, and demanded justice be taken against Czigani, so the King decided to hold a trial-by-combat, whereas bloodshed and death would be the only solution to clear up the issue. 

The Day of Reckoning

The fight itself took place at just after midnight in the courtyard, which settled in the center of the castle, surrounded by countless torches lining the perimeter and spectators from all over. Blood would be paid in blood, and for many Fotians, this was an event worth attending. Both duelists stood at their respective sides, prepared to meet their fate head on. The slave trader’s brother -Alric- brandished his finest blade and burgundy-stain leather armor. Czigani carried her prized rapier and wore the very armor her father had specially made on her sixteenth birthday. Form-fitting and light, the black leather and hide pieces fit together perfectly as they did the day it was received, covering her from neck to toe in sleek elegance and protection.

To say the fight happened quickly would be an understatement as both challengers charged to the center, exchanging attacks, parries, dodges, and everything in between. Alric, the taller and stronger of the two, relished in pummeling down onto the young girl whom he despised, hissing profanities toward her with every thrust and swing of his saber. After some time elapsed, Czigani had begun to recognize many of the fighting styles employed by her opponent. It was the very technique she’d trained in years ago, which helped her keep pace and sustained counter-attacks. It was only when the unexpected (or perhaps it should have been expected) happened that caught her off guard.

A silent poisoned dagger pulled from under Alric’s metal bracer and sliced across the girl's exposed face with one swift stroke, causing her to fall to the ground in agony as the alchemical agents burned the affected area across most of the right side of her face. Using the distraction to his advantage, Alric repeatedly kicked the other, first the ribs, then the head, and again yelling curses and insults. Czigani wanted to die at that moment, for the torment and lies to end, and for the guilt and trauma of what started all the chaos in the first place. Her opponent, however,was in no mood for a quick fight, but rather to drag out her suffering as long as possible, allowing the physical beatings and public humiliation to destroy the girl's spirit before bringing the hammer down for the final deathstroke. 

“You're pathetic, fledgling...” He hissed, kneeling down next to Czigani and pulling her head up by her hair as he whispered one final time. “Not even your Uncle, the King, can save you now…”

How it happened, the girl never knew, nor could she tell you to this day, but in that moment she had mustered enough strength and resolve to wrap her fingers around her sword and thrust several inches of the blade up and under Alric’s chin, ending the terrible creature’s rhetoric as blood gushed from the open vein and his body fell across hers. The moments that followed were utter silence, as even the crowds were unsure of the what happened, and all went dark for the girl as both sight and sound faded.

The following day, Czigani awoke within the cell she had been in previously, her body achy and stiff, and her face partially bandaged and packed with healing herbs where the large gash was slowly scarring over. Her mother, Magnix’s sister, was sitting across from her and began explaining that even after everything, she was voted via public opinion to be executed. But, her mother had other plans, and as she secretly slipped the cell key into her daughter’s hand, she spoke to about the upcoming royal meeting taking place in Vrondi, and the Fotian airships that would be leaving that very night.

With her armor and a small travel bag of items, she slipped onto the departing airship, and headed for Vrondi, and hopefully, to a new life...


Loves:  Good friends:  Friends:  Likes:  Neutral:  
 Dislikes:  Hates:  Unsure:   Respects:  Lust:  Annoyed:  Amused: 


Lila Moriarty: 
Sophia The Guardian of Knowledge:
Mason Drake:
Constance Marit:
Dremmick Valswei:
Siiga Kalayo: 
Ganymede:
Lynn Meditrina:
Bonnie:
Ami Sapphire Lovegood: 
Garrett "The (Blight)ed" Everard:
Czigani Veranieth Hanoxx:

Journal: Write your journal entry here if you want. A brief summary of your thoughts and actions.@Rai

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CERESE / BASIL

“BASIL”
CERESE MODEL- 01
NEW TECH
Experiment for the Tearian raised armors 
First to not have a physical host
#b3d19e
COLORS
Deep as midnight skin - Long black hair - One blue eye, rest are brown 
CREATORS
Tearia - Magoi


ABILITIES AND SPELLS
Sound control- Can create sounds of every sort, through vibration of her limbs. Sounds are projected by her freckle-like spots marking her whole body. Through this she can amplify it to attack/repel/boost herself or others, as well as manipulation sounds to trick others.
PURPOSE
Collect information and data for Tearia, as well as to be an experiment on non-hosted soldiers.
QUIRKS
Very, very curious, and sometimes gets herself into messes. They’re working on fixing this.
Third eye relays information to her creators.

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Short Name: Allard
Age: 43
Gender: Male
Sex Preference: Straight
Blood: Oro
Group: none
Birthplace: Gaia

Appearance:
	 He is 10'4" weighing in at around 800lbs. He has a solid body with a little bit of fat, giving his muscles a slightly smoother look instead of a hard-cut one, with a large skeletal structure and a clear large muscle structure. He has a broad and barreled chest and a squared jaw with a trimmed beard. His hair is dark brown, short but clean cut with two horns sweeping back with his hair on each side or a total of four. His eyes are green and very kind. He wears durable tan slacks that have a cargo pocket made into the left side for various items, and a plain white shirt, which sleeves end above the biceps. He has a two belt harness that runs across the front of his chest and his back. He has a shoulder cape on his right shoulder that is dark red on the inside and black on the outside studded into his harness by a leather pad, and just another pad on his left. both pads are lightly fur cushioned. His left arm is covered by what can be described as a large grey arm warmer that fits a little loosely on the arm and is held up by a small belt above his bicep. He has a regular glove with a thin cuff on his right hand. He has two decrepit wings on his back that if restored would give him an enormous wingspan.


Personality:
	A hearty and friendly man who is always willing to help someone in need, almost to a fault. When he sets his mind on something he will see it through to the end. He always falls for the damsel in distress routine, but oddly enough, is somewhat shy around women. He would rather fight with his fists before having to resort to his weapons, believing that fighting to the death should only be required if absolutely necessary. Though this isn't to say he doesn't enjoy a good fight, in fact, he finds them quite stress relieving and even fun most of the time. He holds a bit of a grudge against the Therosi and the hierarchy and military of the Fotian kingdom, but doesn't hold it against its people. He has an incredible resolve to finish what he starts and a strong willpower that keeps him driving. Not being raised in any sort of higher status, he sees himself as a common man, never claiming to be anything more. Once his trust is earned, he would willingly give his life for his fellow friends. The need to defend what is important to him comes first. Because to him, if it came down to it, if his sacrifice would allow others to live, then it is his place to do so. 

Background:
At 32 years old, Allard had settled in a small Oro community away from the mountains in Gaia where land was fertile enough for farming. He, his small family, a wife, young daughter, and a teenage son, and a few other farming families in this area would grow crops to harvest. Once the fields were harvested, they would then form a caravan to go back to the capitol of Gaia for sale. This, however, was considered dangerous to most Gaians as it left the protection of the mountains behind, but was seen as noble undertaking. This was proven true as an unknown force of warriors raided and burned their farms to the ground. Little did Allard know at the time of the attack that it was Therosi slavers 'in the market' for new slaves. Being simple farming folk the families fell quickly and an of those who did surrender were cut down. Allard....didn't surrender. When Allard was young he was in the Gaian military, earning himself experience fighting in conflicts as a foot-soldier and against large beasts. With his father's sword in hand he fought back to protect his family, but it wasn't enough. Their magic was strong and their numbers were stronger. Allard lost that day, more than what he could ever imagine. His wife and son were killed and his daughter was taken from him, his arm ruined by a magic spell that wrought it useless, and he was enslaved and sold to become entertainment for the Fotian arena. A gladiator to live and die by the blade, wings destroyed so he couldn't run. A Fotian 'healer' of sorts in the arena dungeons cast a spell on his arm that would mimic the condition of his right arm so that it would function again.

	In the arena, Allard rarely killed, and that made the overseers, Fotian nobles, of the arena furious as they couldn't seem to force him to actually do anything, so one day, they devised a plan to punish him. All they needed was time. Five years pass and Allard has still not fallen in the arena. He was a marvel, undefeated even by plots to finally snuff him out for wining too much. He spent mauch of his spare time watching and learning from the different gladiators, especially one named Ziton. Allard spent some time getting to know the other gladiator who had a cell across from his, more often than anything just sharing stories about their pasts so that they could relax and think about the good days. Allard would often find him scribbling on his wall at night when when the guard were least active. One night he seemed to be fairly cheerful as he seemed to figure something out, but Allard had fallen asleep before he figured out what it was. He seemed to disappear that night, not one story being the same. Some had him escaping, other dying for trying, and more saying that he may one day come back for the rest of them, but these were all gladiator tales passed throughout the dungeons. Allard knew that he had escaped. When Ziton was gone, they rearranged the slave cells after a new shipment came in and Allard was moved to Ziton's old cell. When in there, Allard began to study the writings. There were links to the writings on the wall and different places throughout the arena and slave quarters. Riddles to a ritual, that of which would open a portal to escape through. But it was very complex and time was short, it could be years until he found out how to complete the ritual.  

	Another five years passed and word of another unbeatable opponent had emerged, now matched up against Allard. When they squared away in the arena, the slender figure before him could only belong to that of a woman, though she was well built. He couldn't make out her face however, as it was hidden behind a hood at the moment. He himself was required to wear a helmet this time, which he wasn't honestly fond of. The overseers called for the match to start and the woman surged forward, what seemed to be a large two handed straight bladed cutlass in hand. It was at this moment, when the hood flew back, that Allard froze in place, save for an arm that reached out, "Hildebrand... my daughter." She didn't hear him, her face looking void of any emotion, a broken spirit. Her blade ran him through and he took a step back from the hit, but didn't fall. Cheers erupted through the stadium but Allard ignored them as he took off his helmet. "Hildie, what have they done ta you." This time it was his daughter that was shocked, and instantly started to tear up, not sure what to think and what she had just done. "Now, now child, don't cry. I am here." Allard couldn't hold back his own tears as he pulled her in to embrace her, both ignoring the blood from his wound. Her condition was terrible, battered and bruised. Why would they have put her in the arena? Was it because of him!? He looked up to the overseer, "YOU! This is your doing! I will not fight this opponent! This is my daughter! I forfeit!" the cost of forfeit of a slave could vary well mean execution, but Allard did not care. If it meant his daughter could go on, he did not mind.

	"Very well, archers!" The nobleman lifted his arm to give the command. "FIRE" finally this man would pay for making a fool out of him and this arena. But the archers were not told to aim at Allard when this command would be given...

	"NNNOOOOOOO!" Allard screamed as he rushed to his daughter. He tried to cover her but it was too late and from too many directions. "Hildie! Speak ta me girl! C'mon!" The crowd fell silent as they took in what just happened. This was not what they had come to see and they were clearly not thrilled with the out come, though the overseer was laughing historically. Hilda tried to speak to he father but words were failing her, and soon, what little light that was rekindled in her young eyes....were gone. Allard slowly rested her down. and stood up, arrows and a sword still embedded in him. "You....BASTARD SON OF WHORE!" Allard drew his own blade out and people started to panic. Allard, finding strength he didn't know he had, jumped out of the arena and onto the encircling guard platform that the archers used, which led to the seats for the nobles. Allard slaughtered every guard with ease as he made his way to the overseer, now trying to run, but it was far too late. Even as more arrows slammed into him, for him, they weren't nearly deep enough to stop him. A large knight tried to step in to protect him but ended up getting his skull crushing inside of his helmet by the mighty grasp of Allard's free hand. He grabbed the puny tyro noble as he tried to run and slammed him into back into his chair. He planted his own sword into the ground next to him and pulled his daughter's blade from his torso. "YOU WILL DIE BY HER BLADE, WORM!"

	"NO! PLEASE SHOW MER-" that was all he got out as the blade impaled the man from the top of his skull, through his body, to the seat he sat in. He lifted the skewered man from the chair and swung the sword, casting the body off into the arena below. He picked up his sword and jumped down, landing on his lifeless corpse for good measure. Nobody there who opposed him were left alive, and all the others fled. He sheathed his sword and put her sword in it's sheath. He reached down and gently picked up his daughter's lifeless body, cradling it in his arms. "C'mon baby girl. Let's go home." He brought her over to the slave cells. He began going back over the ritual quickly, knowing he had to figure out the last part of the ritual or he would never escape and have to face the chopping block. 

	The last part of the riddle read, "The end of my oppression is the end of all, we'll stand as equals and never fall. Should we wish this life to end, where shall we then make amends? When all the arrangements have been placed, follow my lead and do make haste. Take an oath, forsake thy ways, and look onward unto brighter days. Answer my riddle, say a prayer, and wherever you need, thou shall soon be there. Take a blade and rake thine hand, for this pact we make for the promised land."

	Allard nodded as the puzzle came together, over the years he had done what was needed to be done in previous riddles, spilling his own blood in the places foretold around the arena, a blood lock of sorts. Now he had to answer the question to his riddle in the form of prayer, more importantly an oath that would bind him for the rest of his life. He knew Ziton, and he knew what it would have to be, and Allard was prepared for what was required. Allard pulled Hildebrand's blade out and cut his hand open, dropping blood on to a faintly marked spot on the floor. He then picked his daughter up again and closed his eyes. "By my blood, I shall declare, to forsake my magic to pay my fare. I'll move forward and with a magicless hand, now take to the destined land." Light shown all around, as it slowly enveloped him, stripping him of all abilities to use magic or manipulation, however, blessing him with the ability to endure much more punishment from the world around him. Then at the end, t took him away from the hell he had lived for the past ten years.
	
	He thought the portal may carry his failing body and his daughter back to Gaia where they could both die in their homeland, but instead it had taken them to Vrondi territory, where he had collapsed from fatigue. He was picked up by the Taxis, who were notified by some traveling Sol people, who had tended to his many wounds and taken him to Vrondi, in awe that he was still alive if even by a thread. His daughter however didn't make it, and left Allard alone to tend to her burial, in which he finally made a grave dedicated to the rest of his family as well. Since then, he has spent his time doing odd jobs here and there around town, helping wherever someone needed some muscle to get a job done, and spending his nights in a small out of the way, back alley bar. He kept his daughter's sword to always remind him of his past, and vowed never to draw his weapons again unless the cause is just, though he still carries his two swords everywhere he goes.


Experience:
	Years of fighting since he was a child for sport in his village, to military service, to the many years he thrived in Fotian arenas.

Motivation: To find a life worth setting down for. Destroy the Therosi if given the chance.

Weapons:
	His father's large, heavy, two handed sword, more like a steel bladed oar for common men. Instead of a traditional two sided blade, it has a single blade. The upper most portion of the handle is protected with a bar in front of the hand, while the lower portion is unguarded and ends in a curve like an ax handle. Its sheath is a rectangular wooden scabbard with a fur lined inside and metal bindings at both ends. It attaches to the harness at the back and the sword is sheathed from the right.
	An over-sized heavy cutlass, though instead of the traditional curve, it has a straight blade. Its sheath is at his right hip.
	His fists, which he will most likely use unless he has to resort to a weapon.

Stamina: 56 Soul: 20

Abilities:
	Having forsaken all forms of magic, Allard focused on tempering the mind and body, hardening his body against wear and tear, both physical and magical, beyond that of his peers, and increasing his willpower tremendously.
	Due to the reconstruction of his left arm while he was incapacitated, it now mimics the physical condition of his right arm, meaning that it cannot be damaged, but will mimic the condition of his other arm. This allows his to block attack with his bare left arm.

        Shadow skill, which is a handless form of fighting that amplifies strength and speed several times over. He has learned to adapt this to use throughout his body where needed. x2 -5, x3 -10, x4 -20 Stamina

extra:
	Allard was there to witness the fight in the arena with Czi, he thought the use of poison was disturbing and that the man deserved to die for how wicked he was. He was grateful to hear that she had escaped execution.



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Name: Metis “The Singer”

Age: 26

Bloodline: Lassa/ Octo Bloodline (a minor house) 

Group: Magoi

Physique: 
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Abilities: 
/ Range 2 K A Psionic talent that allows her to see and hear anything in a narrow focus about 10 feet from center of her focus, it does have an odd limitation. It cannot hear or see outside of the sphere of its effect even a person screaming loud enough to be heard by people 100 feet away wouldn’t be heard
(Communication only, cannot be used as mindscan or control)
/ She is able to manipulate her voice allowing her to mimic the sounds of creatures, people, explosions, and musical instruments; along with precision volume control up and down.
/ Short ranged out of water 20 meters - 200 meters in water.
vs Blunt force / Metis has no bones so blows that do no penetration do only ¼ damage.
/ Metis can change both texture and color pattern of her skin allowing her to blend in with her environment making her only detectable at close ranges.
/ Metis has 6 octopus tentacles surrounding the back of her head that can stretch 3x their resting length 2’ to 6’ each tentacle and be used as simple hands or trapping snares for small to medium fish.
/ Metis can emit enormous potential electric charges like others of her clan (A primitive ability of her people that was once used to bring down prey) In the water her blast can bring down even the large predators within 50’ of her and out of water make a single target believe they’ve survived a lighting strike.

If she gives off an all out charge to drop a large dangerous target she needs 15 minutes to recharge which in combat is not a wonderful recharge time


Skills: 
Steel whip
Stealth
Observation
Land Survival
Singing (This skill is used by Metis in Shaman like rituals)


Spells: 
/ Metis can see and hear a particular creature of her choice that is on the same plane of existence. (Target can focus on not wanting to be seen if they remain still and focus when she's looking or use counter magic to prevent scrying)The target is modified by how well she knows the target and the sort of physical connection she has to them. If a target knows Metis is casting this spell, they can fail the saving throw voluntarily if they want to be observed.

Out of Water she can scrye 10 k if she knows the target 5, 100 k if she holds something personal of the target, and unlimited if she hold flesh, blood or bone of the target.
In Water these limits are multiplied by 10
Knowledge	Save Modifier
Secondhand (she has heard of the target)
Firsthand (she has met the target)
Familiar (she knows the target well)	
Connection	Save Modifier
Likeness or picture	
Possession or garment
Body part, lock of hair, bit of nail, or the like; with this she garunted to scrye her target unless they are magiclly hidden
On a failed casting, the spell creates an invisible sensor within 10 feet of the target allowing her to see and hear through the sensor as if she were there. The sensor moves with the target, remaining within 10 feet of it for the duration. A creature that can see invisible objects sees the sensor as a luminous orb about the size of your fist.
Instead of targeting a creature, she can choose a location she has seen before as the target of this spell. When she does, the sensor appears at that location and doesn’t move allowing her sight and sound.
With this spell, Metis inscribes a glyph that harms other creatures, either upon a surface (such as a table or a section of floor or wall) or within an object that can be closed (such as a book, a scroll, or a treasure chest) to conceal the glyph. If she choose a surface, the glyph can cover an area of the surface no larger than 10 feet in diameter. If she choose an object, that object must remain in its place; if the object is moved more than 10 feet from where you cast this spell, the glyph is broken, and the spell ends without being triggered.
The glyph is nearly invisible and requires a successful Intelligence (Investigation) check against the spell to deactivate.
She can decide what triggers the glyph when she cast the spell. For glyphs inscribed on a surface, the most typical triggers include touching or standing on the glyph, removing another object covering the glyph, approaching within a certain distance of the glyph, or manipulating the object on which the glyph is inscribed. For glyphs inscribed within an object, the most common triggers include opening that object, approaching within a certain distance of the object, or seeing or reading the glyph. Once a glyph is triggered, this spell ends.
She can further refine the trigger so the spell activates only under certain circumstances or according to physical characteristics (such as height or weight), creature kind (for example, the ward could be set to affect aberrations or drow), or alignment. She can also set conditions for creatures that don’t trigger the glyph, such as those who say a certain password.
When she inscribes the glyph, choose explosive runes or a spell glyph.
Explosive Runes. When triggered, the glyph erupts with magical energy in a 20-foot-radius sphere centered on the glyph. The sphere spreads around corners hitting targets with lightning, or thunder damage on a failed dodge.
This spell creates a point of light in an object, creature or area that can light a 20’ sphere equivalent to full daylight and lasts till negated by a dispel magic or Metis makes the intention of breaking the effect. It can also be used against creatures and persons effectively blinding them if she can target their eyes; it can also harm creatures sensitive to light or direct sunlight.
Metis can charm weak willed people and creatures making them her slaves for about an hour

To cause this spell Metis sings a siren song and has to sing the duration of control, if she stops they can escape with only a little effort


Weakness:  Metis is more a creature of water than land and needs constant moisturizing in the form of water or special lotion or she gets horrible sunburns if directly exposed or suffers heat stroke if shaded. 
Raised since hatching Metis has been made a devoted servant of the Rulers of Tearia who will lay down her life, even commiting suicide on their orders.

Experience: Metis’s experiences are a mystery due to her people’s living in the darker lands the sea.

Motivation:  Loyalty to the Royal House of her Land that borders on the fanatical.

Birthplace:  Shipwreck reef abyss

Backstory: Metis was hatched in a hidden nest of 23 siblings of which she is 1 of 5 to have survived to adulthood. Like all others of her race her time between hatching and final growth was called the Culling and a time when the forces of nature destroyed the weak, reckless, and unintelligent. 

It was as a child she first displayed a higher understanding of farsight allowing her to hunt and avoid dangers though smaller than any of her other siblings (Metis was and is still thought of as a runt among her bloodline) but her talents great enough that she survived childhood. 

Once she had reached maturity Metis was assessed and found a desirable aprintess to the local Magoi teacher where once more her intelligence shown through. Flourishing under a strict regime of training and testing she surprised her teacher by her quick grasp of the Farsight spell (Scrying) and Charms both talents that made her a surprising foe in the final culling.

Once Metis had reached the level of Journier she was sent to the ancients and made a Singer by them by use of forced memory implantation making her a living history book for her bloodline. 

Once she had received all her training Metis was offered to the Service of the Tearians and it decided she needed a final culling and be sent to the surface where the betters thought she might prove her usefullness. 

Extra Info: Writing being a difficult task in the darkness of the Abyss most information is kept by the Singers of the Shoom (Shoom: the name of her clan bloodline though they are called Octo by their betters) and many are also members of the Magoi
Clairvoyance what does that mean? Can she find anything within that radius? It’s a Psionic talent that allows her to see and hear anything in a narrow focus about 10 feet from center of her focus, it does have an odd limitation. It cannot hear or see outside of the sphere of its effect even a person screaming loud enough to be heard by people 100 feet away wouldn’t be heard.
Limit Scrying to a certain radius for new targets. I was going off the spell limits but have no problem adapting. How about Out of Water she can scrye 10 k if she knows the target 5, 100 k if she holds something personal of the target, and unlimited if she hold flesh, blood or bone of the target.
In Water these limits are multiplied by 10
Make her electrical charge able to be done in variables because of a limit. So if she shocks someone all out she won't be able to for a while.I thought I’d added that, If she gives off an all out charge to drop a large dangerous target she needs 15 minutes to recharge which in combat is not a wonderful recharge time
Charm spells need to be cast. Please detail how she casts this spell. I was thinking her’s might be like a siren song and just for fun since you brought it up means she has to sing the duration of control, if she stops they can escape with only a little effort
In her backstory you wrote "Service of the Lassa" please change it to "Service of the Tearians" Altered


Her Experience write how she went about learning some of the more usable skills she has developed. Also tell about some of her levels of knowledge of living in the seas. 



Think Sparta without the sexist generalities or short childhood they enjoyed, the Octo are forced to survive after their mother abandons them in a wild reef at barely 28 days old. This is the culling and it is the brutal edge of evolution completely devoid of sympathy for the dwellers of the abyss. For the next 6 to 8 years the nymphs who are all female survive on will, strength, stealth, agile minds, and brutal efficiency; there are rumors that in this stage the Octo can be cannibalistic but none have even adimted it.

They master the chameleon talent first along with the generation of electricity as defense / offensive strategies becoming hunters weeks after arriving at their culling reef and successful hunters before the first year after which their hunting talent is boosted by the development of Clairvoyance. During this critical stage 70% of nest siblings have become meals for the powerful fined hunters of the Reef destroying the weak without pause or mercy. Some of those culled are found too close to the Adult Octo and their fief raiding stores or schools of the elder’s fish and treated like pest driven off or killed.

In the second stage of culling the young are Captured by their elders and taken in to help with the tending of territory and be trained for service to the Tearians; the latter is beneficial to the elder Octo who can patron a young Octo trained in arts useful to them. Only perhaps 11% of a generation’s survivors ever meet such exacting standards. Those Octo not worthy become members of the Abyss community of Octo serving the group as a whole in some fashion decided on by the elders.

(The most unusual use of those not worth use of the Tearians is to be forced to become male by methods that are only whispered and usually false. They become the fathers and guardians of the Abyss reach huge proportions but unfortunately of a more animalistic nature. 

“Careful if you seek the Abyss, there are hungry things in the darkness”)

In her 3rd stage Metis was made a Singer of the Octo after her Magoi training making her a living library of her people’s history, a choice she was not given when her clairvoyance talent was graded. A powerful talent her farsight was also and easy door which the elders pried open then deposited all those memories they held as if laying the eggs of thought in her like a nest. This Talent is detailed experiences so complete she knows whose mother and father as well as generation of fish her people regularly encounter she is observing. This also means she knows the name of every Octo in her generation and far into the past.

The singer talent is useful in many ways and strangest of all is knowing which Octo breed best with other Octo and if she as an Elder sees a bad combination they will prevent it or destroy its nest if necessary calling other singers to aid her. Because she contains racial memories Metis knows every crevice, every current, every school, all those things that ensure the Octo survive.

As a Singer Metis is also an Enforcer / Warrior female and once she’s reached her 4th Metis will be allowed to hunt a powerful male who she’ll either seduce or be killed by beginning the next generation. 



Not sure how to not write a novel about her skills and abilities  so I’ll briefly describe them in her timeline.

30-45 days Chameleon is an early stage ability as is Bioelectricity both used to stalk and stun larger prey   

320-400 days Clairvoyance and her other Psionic skills begin rapidly developing as the nymphs begin learning cooperative benefits and form protopods; it is now when some begin exhibiting a dominance of their sisters as well. 

3-4 years the nymphs are becoming masters at stealth hunting their prey and their bodies becoming 75% larger and imparting on them their known durability against blunt weapons. It is also during this period that some begin learning how to manipulate their voices in ways that can attract or lull prey an easy feast; these usually become singers.



Singer are like the Alpha of the Octo and Metis’s small stature makes her a sport of surprising power for her generation
 
She discovered a need for more information on the prey available because of her size and information on her sisters as well because they would steal her kills if she was caught unawares so she developed the skill of observation to give her the edge she needed and stealth better than most of her generation to allow her to practice it unmolested.

Captured by the Magoi teacher and Singer Thetis Metis was taught those skills all before her had learned.

She learned the use of whip out of water to enable her to electrocute targets at range so she’d not risk injuring in close quarters. Some learn net and trident using the leash of the net as a conductor and the trident as a killing weapon on the writhing foe; these type are usually chosen as bodyguard.

Scrying is a prerequisite of a singer so it was her first lesson which she was given only 3 moon cycles to learn or be cast aside

Next Metis was taught the secret rune wards to guard those places she needed to or was required to.    

Pushed harder than the apprentice of land bound Magoi Metis next learned the useful hunting spell Continual light so she could stun the giants of the abyss then drive them off or bring them to her Mistresses table.

Charm is a spell common to singers because its a spell in which their voices are the only components

@Rai

I will be editing the shattered thoughts soon but will send the alterd CS to Rai before final draft.

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Age: 22
Gender: Female
Height: 6'9"
Weight: Now that's just rude to ask, isn't it?
Sex Preference: Bissexual
Blood 50% Tyro 50% Dragon
Group Temple of the Fallen Goddess
Birthplace Fotia



Appearance and Apparel:

Standing at 6'9", calling Nailah beautiful would be an understatement. With a silky smooth skin of a delicate red tone, it's almost like it invites others to touch her. Alluring breasts and large hips coupled with her clear draconic features, such as forearms and feet covered in ruby red scales, dangerous looking claws, talons, two horns and a tail contrasting beautifully with her immaculately white hair are sure to attract male and female stares alike. 

But Nailah is far from a defenseless and fragile girl. Beneath her silky smooth skin hides powerful and flexible muscles. Powerful enough to give her a surprising strength but still flexible enough to not hinder her agility and discreet enough to give her a feminine and alluring appearance. According to the other priestess at the Temple, Nailah's body is a almost a work of art. Her exotic and wild beauty coupled with her draconic features is only further enhanced by her smile, displaying white and delicate, but undeniably sharp and dangerous looking teeth.

"Forged by the raging fires of passion and desire of the goddess herself, Nailah is as beautiful as she is dangerous."

- Head Priestess of the Temple of the Fallen Goddess.

Personality:

Nailah's personality is as fiery as her scales and skin. Flirty and sensual, being alluring and charming is on her very nature. Kind and sweet when the situation calls for it but provoking and flirty when appropriate, Nailah is a difficult girl to understand regarding her true motives and objetives.

Cunning and mischievous, Nailah is no stranger in using her charm or her body to get what she wants, those two being her best weapons outside of her physical. Ironically enough, it is incredibly hard to make Nailah lose her temper. Even when fighting, Nailah will often have a provoking smile on her face, flirting and provoking her opponent.

"Fickle as a candle's waning flame, kind and inviting as a warm fireplace but at the same time, intense as a raging wildfire"

- Words of a Fotian noble who used to visit the Temple of the Fallen Goddess.

Backstory:


Nailah's origins are uncertain to all, including herself. Born of the union between a tyro and a dragon, some say that she was the fruit of a female dragon slayer who lost a fight against a powerful dragon, or even a male dragon slayer who fell for a female dragon... Found by Fotian nobles wandering the mountains by herself. Speaking absolutely nothing, she looked so small, so delicate but at the same time so dangerous, wild and wary of others. Hunting smaller animals to eat, fleeing from bigger ones with nothing more than her bare teeth, claws and talons, that strange little hybrid immediately caught the interest of the Forian noble, who promptly captured her and took her back to Fotia as a 'pet'. Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately for Nailah, her many attempts to escape and after almost ripping half of the noble's face off with her claws after he tried to grab her quickly earned her a place at the fotian arenas...

Treated as a slave and thrown to the fighting pits she was forced to fight and kill for her own life. At first, Nailah had troubles fighting against others preferring to only run from them as she saw no reason to fight against them. Scared and confused with all the people looking at her while running away from bloodthirsty gladiators, she didn't give a good show at first. Unfortunately, the ones responsible for the slaves had means to make them fight. The concept was simple: If she wanted to eat, she would have to fight. It was a subtle but terribly effective tactic. As the hunger started to take it's toll on her body, Nailah had no choice but to fight. 

Despite her young age, nobody cared about a little hybrid dragon girl fighting at the pits... Especially on Fotia, famed for it's dragon slayers. The people at the arenas wanted to see only one thing: violence and blood. They cared not about who was the one fighting down there. Fortunately for Nailah, the news of a small hybrid girl having to fight for her life on the arenas reached the ears of the head priestess of the Temple of the Fallen Goddess. Disgusted by seeing a small girl fighting in the violent and ruthless arena, the priestess used her influence and thanks to a few whispers on a certain noble's ears, the head priestess was able to take her out of the arenas, taking her to the Temple with her.

The Temple of the Fallen Goddess, a famous religion on the city of Fotia was a cult to a goddess they called the 'Fallen Goddess'. According to their teachings, pleasure and desire are sacred things to be worshiped and enjoyed by all, unlike other religions, which saw pleasure as an 'evil' act, as something that should be frowned upon. it's name comes from worshipping the same 'goddess' that the other religions and sects deemed as evil, the goddess that was rejected by the others. 

As she followed the head priestess inside for the first time, it was almost another world compared to what she had lived until that moment. There, Nailah would be greeted by a completely different environment. Beautiful priestesses, aromatic candles, a comforting and inviting ambient, food, drink, big and soft beds, sofas. There were people laughing, talking with each other, drinking together and doing much more... There was even a small room where guests could brawl against themselves or even against some of the beautiful priestesses who knew how to fight, only to end up on their arms after the fight ended, with priestesses caressing them and taking care of the small bruises after the fight. 

Thanks to the Priestesses of the Fallen Goddess' tutelage, teachings and care Nailah would grow up to become a stunningly beautiful woman. Soon, many came to the temple to see Nailah. Some wanted to fight against her only to have her tend their scratches and wounds after they were finished, others came due to her kindness and warm embrace yet others were more attracted by her... wilder side. But all in all, it was undeniable that Nailah was loved by both guests at the temple and the women who lived there equally. Unfortunately, as much as she was liked and loved that place, she thirsted for more. As the time passed, she started to grow restless. Staying too much at one place was something that went against her blood, her very nature... This feeling continued until one day she couldn't take it anymore and went to tell the head priestess her desire to leave. As much as it pained to see Nailah go, the head priestess herself couldn't deny her request as she saw Nailah as her own daughter. She knew how dangerous Nailah was and knew that she could protect herself well. With a pain on her heart, but at the same time happy and satisfied with what Nailah had became, the head priestess said her farewells to Nailah, as she left to wander through the lands to know more about herself and the world that she lived in.

Exp:
 Before being taken in by the Temple, Nailah had to fight for her life on the harsh Fotian mountains, hunting and being hunted by bigger animals, giving her fast reflexes and powerful muscles that would only be sharpened after she was caught by Fotian nobles and sent to the Arenas to fight.

After being taken in by the Temple's priestesses, they taught Nailah how to write, read and more at the Temple of the Fallen Goddess, Nailah learned a lot of things, including how to use their unique spells and the unique charming magic used by the priestesses at the Temple. There, she also learned how to be more feminine, including how to train her body to become smooth, soft and inviting without loosing her strength, turning her from a feral, inelegant mass of muscles to a beautiful woman.

Motivation:
 While Nailah's motivation is a mystery even to herself, she tries to live her life to the fullest while travelling the lands, passing on the Temple's teachings to those who are willing to receive it and doing what she can to make her life interesting.

Weapons:

None other than her claws, talons and tail. Made of draconic scales thanks to her hybrid blood, her talons and claws can easily cut and rip flesh and muscle, leather armor or even pierce light armor given enough momentum. The tip of her tail is made of sharp dark scales, being useful to either deflect blades or pierce her enemies.


Abilities/Powers:


Stamina: 43  Soul: 35

Burning Desire: A special type of magic taught on the Temple of the Fallen Goddess, it can make even an enemy attracted and extremely susceptible to orders given by the user and go as far as to shake their own resolve by merely touching the user's skin, similar to pheromones. While the effect is not that strong with a quick touch, needing either prolonged touch or multiple touches, a deep kiss given by the user while this ability is active can go as far as to completely erase the target's desire to fight. -0 Soul
Fantasy: Nailah's magic can create 'clones' that look and sound exactly as her. Normally, they can only be differentiated from her real body by either magic or by touching/attacking them, but if the target has already been affected with 'Burning Desire', she can do as much as make her target feel her clones touching their skin, making them feel even the softness of her own skin or her breath coming from her clones. They still are unable to inflict any actual harm and will disappear if attacked, but now they can 'touch' and be touched. 3x Clone -0 Soul x5 -3 Soul x7 -5 Soul etc. When using clones against enemies affected by Burning Desire. Otherwise, clones cost 0 Soul. She can have a maximum of 4 clones active at the same time.
Dragon's body: Nailah is able to heat up any part of her body, be it her claws, skin, talons & etc. to temperatures much higher than a normal person would be able to survive. She uses this specially with her claws, talons and tail making her strikes able to easily cut and melt through even heavy armor or animal carapaces. If she uses it to defend herself against other fire based attacks, it costs 0 stamina. -5 Stamina
Draconic Instincts: Nailah's draconic blood thickens and boils on a stressful situation or when she feel she is in danger, causing her physical abilities to raise dramatically as she takes a more feral posture. Her attacks become way stronger and lethal becoming almost a different person, much more feral and violent, not holding back with her attacks and always going to kill, going as far as to use her teeth. When in this 'mode' she has enhanced senses, reflexes and strength. As a drawback, it requires a good deal of energy and stamina, resulting on her becoming extremely exhausted or even passing out when she finally deactivates it, depending on how much time she spent with it activated. The activation is voluntary, as it is the deactivation. The exhaustion and the drawbacks of using said skill appear the second she deactivates it of gets too wounded to continue conscious or keep fighting.
Nailah learned to 'control' this state forcibly, when she was young and had to fight for her own survival in the fotian arenas. Due to that, she doesn't like to use this ability and will only use it as a last resort as she fears that others will be afraid of her. Out of the arenas, when she was older, there were very few cases she entered this state. One of them was to protect a merchant family that were kind enough to let her travel with them from Bandits. After seeing the carnage and what she did with the bandits, even though the mercaht family was unharmed, they were terrified of her and left her behind.
Fire breath: Being half dragon, this ability was always natural to her. Breathing fire was always as easy as breathing normal air to Nailah. -5 Stamina
Lover's Veil: A passive mind spell used to make the user harder to detect and/or identify, completely eliminating one's presence. As long as the user is not being directly stared at, they could be following someone only meters away from them without being noticed. It has a range of 20 feet.

This ability also has a second effect, which makes it so others really need to concentrate to actually 'see' or perceive Nailah, otherwise it's almost like even if they're looking at her, their brain dismisses it as unimportant information. Unless they're completely focused on her, concentrated and most importantly, do not break line of sight, they will be able to see them, otherwise, it will take a while for them to 'find' her again. This semi-passive ability can become quite a problem when fighting against Nailah if one encounters himself on a location with many places for Nailah to break their line of sight, becoming heavily confusing and disorientating. In practical terms, it's almost like whenever her target breaks it's line of sight or looses it's concentration, Nailah will vanish from their vision, almost like a 'flicker' type of invisibility spell. -5 Soul
Blood Traits:
Half Dragon: Due to her draconic lineage, Nailah has claws and talons made of sharp scales that she uses as weapons. Her tail also gives her an incredible sense of balance, which coupled with her muscles and dragon blood allow her to be much more agile and fast than others would otherwise.
Of Dragons and Dragon Slayers: Nailah's mixed blood gives her not only increased strength, stamina and durability thanks to her draconic blood, but also resistance and affinity to fire thanks to her Tyro blood.


Trivia:

- Her bodily temperature is noticeably hotter than other descended.
- Nailah has no problem in exposing her body to others. That's one of the main reasons while she always wear almost no clothes.
- Nailah is actually a rather kind and warm woman and can even act in a motherly manner, comforting or even giving advices if someone close to her is feeling bad.
- There are only a few people who know about Nailah's past. She absolutely despises talking about it.


Relationship Sheet
Loves:  Good friends:  Friends:  Likes:  Neutral:  
 Dislikes:  Hates:  Unsure:   Respects:  Lust:  Annoyed:  Amused: 


Sophia The Guardian of Knowledge: curious
Mason Drake: unamusedDremmick Valswei: not exactly "hate" but she dislikes him and doesn't trust him at all
Lynn Meditrina:  Nailah's 'little sister'. She really likes Lynn and wants to protect her
Garrett "The (Blight)ed" Everard: Same as Dremmick
Aeden: 
Talise: really close friend and wouldn't mind getting a bit closer to her
Shye: Similarly to Lynn, she sees Shye almost as a little sister, especially after what happened in the baths. She wants to protect her.
Aste: 
Algimar: 
Allard: A really gentle guy and a good friend. She also has already slept with him
Itzel: 
Journal:


Coins:

Bronze:
Silver:
Gold: 20
Ruby: 2
Sapphire:
Emerald:
Diamond:

Items


Grants the wearer of this strange necklace the ability to smell, see, hear, and taste a little better.

 Increases Divine earth spells. Reduces the effects of mind manipulations. Increases charm enchantments. Modified by Nailah, she uses it now as an Armlet.

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Age: 21

Bloodline: Tyro / Nayu

Personality:
	Silent,observant, and fast to make critical decisions should she need to. She seems cold and ruthless unless she is around her son, who she loves dearly. She is a bit curious at times and due to her being a mute, she uses body language and sign language to communicate more than anything.

Physique: 5'5"  Slender and curved with thick, well built, legs and flattering hips to top them off.

Attire: Same as the picture above

Gear: 
	clawed fire gauntlets - they cap off her already sharp claws in a metal that can withstand high temperatures. Fire runes are infused to the palms and fingertips of the gauntlets to summon fire. these claws they become red hot to potentially do more damage vs armor and flesh.
	spiked fire greaves - help concentrate the flow of fire to produce faster speeds. even though she is already fast and can manipulate he fire for high powered, short thrusts, these increase that ability, and offer a few spikes for added melee options. Fire runes are implanted in the feet and behind the calves.

Group: (ex-Dolofon) Alliance

Stamina: 27 Soul: 25

Abilities:
	high speed, agility, dexterity, and reflexes
	seduction
	fire manipulations:
		Jetstream -can conjure a gout of flame from her open palm, feet, and fingertips. also enables quick bursts of high speed. -3 Stamina
		Combustion - ability to completely set something on fire when held. -5 Stamina
		Explosion - with a fist, builds up thermal energy that is released upon opening the hand. -8 Stamina

Spells:
	 Doppelganger - creates a false double that can think and act on its own as if there were two of her, takes up real space and can make physical contact. Is automatically dismissed after ten minutes or if destroyed by damaging it enough. Can only use once a day.-6 Soul

History: 
She is of noble blood from fotia, though even though a noble family they were fairly poor due to their teribble spending habits. Shye, however, was the illegitimate child of a fling that her mother had with a Nayu male while her father was away, though he wasn't so faithful himself. In an effort to raise their status and to escape the threat of debtors prison with a higher noble, her family, never really caring for her as she was just a reminder of their terrible lifestyle, sold her into that higher noble's harem, which she detested. She had only been sixteen at the time, an adult in most eyes of society, but only just so. Her hatred for this man ran deep, she was never accommodating to him and whenever she spoke of or to him it was with a wicked tongue. The man was truly vile and her thoughts on him were fairly justified, but that didn't mean that it didn't enrage him. Stronger then her at the time, the man thought to teach her a lesson, he beat her for he insolence, and not for the first time. however this time, he forced himself on her, taking what he felt what rightfully his, her purity. Afterwards, he made her a mute so that she couldn't spout such venomous words anymore. He then promptly threw her family into debtors prison anyway, exclaiming to them that they had done nothing to bring filth into his beautiful harem.

	 Most the other women in the harem felt sorry for her, though some that were closer to their husband felt as if he was quite right in his decisions. She put on a false personality after that point, a submitting one that didn't strike back and did as she was told. What the noble didn't notice that inside her eyes were now the ones of a killer, a broken yet patient soul had awakened and was looking for blood. She kept this up for several weeks. One day, she had actually prepared herself to meet with the noble in bed. He had believed that she may finally be turning around and being more obedient, having broken her of her will. What he didn't know, was that when he went to lay with her, it would be his last. Shye and the noble went missing after that night and it wasn't until a week later that they found his body in an alley, a burnt hole through his neck and his nether regions completely burned away to ash. Shye was never found.

	Six moths later, Shye was carrying a baby to an orphanage in Sunfire City, in Vrondi. Shye brought up the bundle, herself covered in a cloak and knocked on the door and waited. Her eyes stayed locked on her child's, vivid yellow like hers. She kissed his forehead and just as she heard the tumblers in the door start to turn, she jumped away, hidden before the woman who answered the door could see her. She cried as she saw the woman take her baby away, but she knew that she would never be able to care for it properly, not as long as she was a criminal in Fotia. Although she wasn't a rich noble, the family was still well known, and she was the first suspect the guard wanted apprehended in the case. She couldn't take care of a child that way, though the Aion should be able to keep him safe. Over the next five years, she visited the orphanage under the cover of night to visit her son. She would bring him gifts, teach him sign language so she could speak with him, and every now and again take him away for the night. If there was anything in the world she cherished, it was her son. What he didn't know though, was what his mother was doing while she was gone.

	Shortly after leaving her son at the orphanage in Vrondi, The Dolofon contacted her. They were impressed by her display, and wanted to take advantage of her skills whether she was willing to comply or not. So, for compliance assurance, they kindly wrote a note and left it pegged with a blade at the orphanage's balcony where she frequently waited for her son at night, "Welcome to the ranks of the mighty Dolofon. Kill who we ask, and you and your son will be able to rest peacefully and safely. We will keep in touch." And that is what her life had become, an assassin for the Dolofon, and a coordinator of intel and tactics for any Dolofon troops headed into Fotia.

Experience:
	Four years of training and studying with the Dolofon, which enabled her to sharpen her combat skills as well as learn to make a physical copy of herself with her doppelganger spell. During her travels from target to target, she still has to contend with different creatures and bandits alike. Her style leans heavily on quick brutal strikes and high speed and agility to dodge attacks and evade pursuit. If not in an ambush, she tries to sneak her way into the target's vicinity, and making a quick getaway after the kill. During her time as being part of a harem, she learned the inner workings of Fotian nobility, as well as the layouts of a few of their homes when the harem traveled with their noble husband as if a big parade. At the time, Shye was studying the places to see where should could escape the easiest without detection, even though the plans never worked out in the end.

Birthplace: Fotia

pet: Nix

Extra Info: 
	She is a mute, she can no longer physically speak through a curse placed on her, though she at one time had quite the beautiful voice.
	Her son, which she left with the name Bidzil, takes heavily after his mother save for the mop of silvery white hair on his head.
	Shye has rejected both the name of her family and of her husband, leaving herself currently with no other name.
	The young furred dragon was named Nix by Bidzil.

When worn fire spells are increased and made easier to perform. Reducing the cost by 5. When the wearer of this belt is put to near death they will be revived with half of their stamina and soul. This belt will then lose all its effects.

30 silver, 8 gold, 1 emerald
total: 175

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