Grzegorz Spadkobierca Kur ⋆ 24 ⋆ Male ⋆ Human


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Appearance

Height:
5'10

Weight:
190 lbs

Hair Color:
Brown

Eye Color:
Blue

Skin Tone:
Caucasian / Slav

Brief Clothes Description:
Polish Winged Hussar Armor
Under padding for pants and clothing
Tall white feathers for the wings, with dark black tips.



Noble ⋆ Fearless ⋆ Natured ⋆ Personality trait 4

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Psychology

Likes:
⋆Horses
⋆Poland
⋆Catholicism

Dislikes:
⋆Islam
⋆Being away from his personal tent and wealth
⋆Being without his horse.

Fears:
⋆Being dismounted
⋆A large ottoman army
⋆deserts, tropical swamps and areas.

Sexuality:
Straight

Personality:

"Tomorrow is the day we reach Vienna, we will break the siege the Ottomans hold upon our Christian Brothers." Yelled the young noble, "We will break there lines and shatter their hopes of controlling Europe!" He began to pour his glass as the others passed about ale and such. Liquors of the night, "Mead here my Comrades!" To which he would soon receive.

Grzegorz raised his glass of mead, "We will head out at day break my comrades," he drank along with those around him before heading back into his personal tent, with his lover. And not gonna go any further with that.

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The next morning waking from his slumber, he slid out of his lovers grasp and soon found himself dressing in the dark, and his body soon was dressed in the armor of his people. A thick Steel armor with golden engravings. He felt something on his back, a small hand as his lover held him from behind, they kissed.

"Don't forget to take this with you." a soft voice said from behind him as a helmet was placed over his head.

"Thank you dear..." he said as he let his belt and sword hand as his hand reached back behind him to hold her head for a second.

"Come back to me..."

"I will." he said as he soon left her grasp and he moved out of his tent towards where his horse was posted. He would let his squires and underlings get the tent set before the wagon train moved out.

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Hours later -

He raised his lance up in the air as the signal for attack was given. His horse began to race forward, and thousands of others followed suit, he was the point in the charge. "Charge!" he yelled out as the charge stampeded down onto the flats before the city of Vienna.

He saw the lines grow closer and closer, and he shifted in his mount as he was maybe two hundred yards away from the lines of the enemies, and his lance lowered with thousands of others as the Winged Hussars arrived. He took a deep breath to try calming him, but the anticipation of killing and winning, honor and glory overrode that entirely.

One hundred, fifty, twenty five, five. They arrived as the lances cut through, and shattered on the ranks of the Islamic horde. Breaking through the lines of the outer siege and rampaging. Until he fell out of the world.

Fearful ⋆ Wealthy ⋆ Honorable

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Background

Occupation
Polish Noble - Winged Hussar from the Kur Clan

Living Immediate Family Members:
Unknown

Dead Immediate Family Members:
Unknown

Current Companions:
Horse

Current and Past Lover(s):
Aurelia Pola

Are you a loner or with a group? Have you always been in this place?:
Loner

History(if you are lazy, list key events in their life or you may elect to be a mysterious character and reveal IC throughout the roleplay.):A noble

Main Strength : Mounted Combat ⋆ Main Weakness : Hard ranged weaponry

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ALL SPECIES ANSWER:

Physical Strengths:
⋆ Strong Upper Body
⋆ Agile
⋆ Well Trained in martial combat

Physical Weaknesses:
⋆ Isn't that fast without a horse
⋆ He's human
⋆ Bad liver

HUMANS ANSWER:

Ability on Avalia:
Aeromancy

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History: Umber was birthed on Daka with his first memory being in a dark cave alone. He fed on the fear of smaller creatures as a youngling. As he grew, the demon found the strongest thoughts were the ones produced when one was highly stressed, afraid, angered. Umber couldn't tell you whether or not it was the nature of his abilities that made him so malevolent, but he did know his abilities made it easy to be so.

Umber's only ambition was a desire to feed on strong emotions until he came across a runt among his orc brethren, outcast for his perceived weakness. The runt may have died if it hadn't been for his cleverness. This was one of the few times that Umber found himself intrigued by another. This creature was experiencing a pattern of emotions Umber hadn't felt before. Deep within its deep sorrow was a small ember. Rage. Umber could have just ended the orc's life, but he stoked the flames of rage in his heart. The orc took its revenge by plunging an axe into his former warchief's skull.

Manipulation was far more entertaining and gave Umber far more emotion to feed on. He sought out broken people, outcasts, and those that were just vulnerable enough to steer them in that direction. He still killed from time to time if he couldn't find a worthy prospect to feed on fleeting emotions as his victims died. Umber's prospects never lasted long. Their emotions overtook them or he pushed them too far. Some wouldn't know when to stop, and others quit their goals too soon.

After some time, Umber took a break from the broken and deemed Aklenroth an ally he should have. He'd be able to venture further under the Lich King's rule as he championed demons. Umber knew he was a member of a powerful species, but demons were rarely united. Umber hunted many enemies for the Lich King and spread fear throughout Avalia.. He served Aklenroth for years before he came across someone intriguing. She was a child. So young but she had the ember that flickered in the deep pit of sorrow. Her name was Azriel Corbeau and she became the most successful prospect yet. The lonely child that trailed behind him grew to become a deadly partner at his side. She got her revenge, she made a name for herself, and better yet, she had control over the rage that burned within her heart. A rage that Umber had stoked, but Azriel now commanded. The two are known as Aklenroth's Wraiths, delivering death to the Lich King's enemies.


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Subspecies: Umber is a demon that possesses psionic based abilities while lacking the ability for effective close combat. Umber is unable to audibly speak but instead speaks telepathically. He has the ability to telepathically pick up thoughts heavily tied to emotions (ex. Dues Vult!) and emotions themselves. Umber can induce short term hallucinations in others using their own thoughts and emotions or his own imagination. He can only induce these illusions after picking up emotions from another. The more emotion, the more effective the hallucination.

Umber is incapable of teleporting more than 10 feet from his position and uses this ability for evasion and disorienting rather than travel.

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Calculating ⋆ Calm ⋆ Ruthless ⋆ Snarky

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Hateful ⋆ Vengeance ⋆ Loyalty

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History:
Azriel was born into a tough situation in a small village predominantly populated by Light Elves and not the kindest of Light Elves. They looked down on the little Demi-Human family and were not the least bit concerned when their home "mysteriously" caught in fire one night. Her father died and her mother managed to make it out with her baby, but soon perished from the inhalation of smoke. This left tiny Azriel in the hands of the Light Elves.

They decided to keep her and raise her as a "servant" in a manner of speaking. Playing the role of saviours to the poor Demi-Human child. They were anything but saviours, however, breathing her every time she made a mistake. Those mistakes could even be dropping a cup or not waking up early enough. Every time this would happen, her rage festered.

Soon her small, broken child brain decided to try and run away. The plan almost succeeded, however she was caught a few miles outside of the village in the forest. They beat her badly, broke one of her wings, and left her for dead. She would have died if the demon Umber hadn't come across her and taken pity on her. He helped nurse her back to health, get her wing mended, and Azriel swore her life to him. She became a willing disciple, even looking up to Umber as almost a parental figure since she never truly knew her own parents. He trained her to be an expert in dealing death and helped her take her revenge, eradicating the entirety of the small village she grew up in.

She became quite skilled and continued on as a partner with Umber within Aklenroth's ranks. They became his Wraiths, some of his best weapons of death. She even earned the nickname Angel of Death.

Strength: Combat ⋆ Weakness: Magic

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Name and Art/Anime Picture. Customize to how you wish
Hans Hommenmann ⋆ 19 ⋆ Male ⋆ Human

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Appearance

Height:
5’8

Weight:
100sihlbs

Hair Color:
Blonde

Eye Color:
Blue

Skin Tone:
Pale

Brief Clothes Description:
Panzer SS tank commander uniform
German SS flat top cap
German SS Commander field cap
Radio Headgear
Stahlhelm - Black W/ SS Insignia
SS Dagger

Hopeful ⋆ Cunning ⋆ Compassionate ⋆ Strong-Willed
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Psychology

Likes:
⋆Mein Kampf
⋆Germany
⋆His tank crew

Dislikes:
⋆Russians
⋆Cities that are compact
⋆Winter

Fears:
⋆Russians
⋆Snow
⋆Urban areas

Sexuality:
Straight

Personality:
It was dawn and he was ordered to move, he did not say anything back as he feared reparation from his commander. He hadn’t eaten, his crew, the five other boys that were maybe fifteen or sixteen sat below them with what was left of their ration. The small stove they had in the large tank was going with what was left of the wood stockpile.

“The Grumman will bring some more food once we get there… he knows you are Germany's future and is prioritizing us with what’s left of the ratons until we get close to Berlin, it should be a quick drive through the forest, and we shouldn’t encounter anything.” he said smiling a false smile. He had lied to them, hopefully to keep spirits up, there was a possibility of being bombed or going through a soviet ambush.

The tank lurched forward.

Several hours later, they were near, and the only thing he could hear is the engine and churning of the tracks as the heavy Tiger II pushed through the muddy road on it’s way to Berlin he must reinforce the outer defenses. He was thankful that his family lived on the Rhine, hopefully the British and Americans would take favor on his family. The soviets were like barbarians with what they could do.

He looked around outside the tank and smiled as his crew was enjoying not getting shot at when he heard a loud crack and his body shook as metal hit metal. The tank lurched, “To the right!” he yelled out as he ducked into the turret some, “IS to the right, turn the tank to the right thirty five degrees, quickly!” he yelled as the turret had already started to turn as quick as it could and the tank turned as well to face its opponent. “Aim below the turret, go go, Loss loss!” he yelled as his tank thundered as the 8’8 cm gun fired. “Load High Explosive Anti Tank, quickly, get another shell off.” he yelled out as bullets began to ping off the tanks side. “Otto, call in Russian formation moving upon us… We are five miles from the outpost, we need reinforcements.” he said as he closed his eyes and listened to the shouting. He took the MP40 and he peeked his head out for a second before he sprayed the field to the right of his tank.

The tank shuttered as it was hit once again, “Start getting out of the tank, scuttle her and leave out the bottom… hopefully they won’t look under if they are dumb enough.” he said as he looked up, and he kept shooting as another shell hit the side of the turret and bounced off. It shook the tank. “We are surrounded!” he yelled out as he looked all around him. “Go go… get under!” he yelled out as he kept shooting out the hatch towards where the infantry was coming from. The gunner and loader were still shooting. He looked at the two and bonked on one the head, “Go now!” he yelled as the two went through the hatch before he went down and he pulled it back up and he locked it. He went back up to the hatch reloading and finishing that clip as he felt the shaking, and there was a crack.

There was an explosion a second later and he felt like he was getting lifted into the air, he felt the turret as well. ‘Well I am frozen in time flying through the sky.’

Heroic ⋆ Too Young ⋆ Hard

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Background

Occupation
Sturmführer of the 1st SS Panzer Division Leibstandarte
Sturmmann of the 14th Panzer Division

Living Immediate Family Members:
NA

Dead Immediate Family Members:
NA

Current Companions:
NA

Current and Past Lover(s):
Brunhilda Y’grinhammel

Are you a loner or with a group? Have you always been in this place?:
Loner - New

History :Mainly Find Out IC
Stalingrad
Eastern front

Special Ability (NA may find later) ⋆ Ranged attack/ballistics ⋆ Urban fighting

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Physical Strengths:
⋆Young
⋆Thin
⋆Strong bones

Physical Weaknesses:
⋆Frostbitten
⋆Starved
⋆Extreme lack of sleep

Ability on Avalia:
Pyromancy

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Fierce ⋆ Compassionate ⋆ Impulsive ⋆ Spirited

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Affectionate ⋆ Emotional ⋆ Gruesome

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History:
Torvi was born the second child of Kætil and Sievi in the small village of Hvallatr. Her father was the village blacksmith and with that came him teaching all of his children how to fight, having no qualms with his daughters knowing how to protect themselves. She had a happy childhood with very loving parents who loved to tell her stories of the gods and heroes. Her personal favorite, however, is when her father would tell her of the Valkyrie. She would always pretend she was one of the Valkyrie when she’d play with her older brother and younger sister.

Growing up she was close to both her siblings, however she was closest to her younger sister Siiri. The two always seemed to be inseparable, running around the village giggling about this and that while pulling pranks on some of the boys near their age. They would constantly talk with each other on when they would get married and would point out who they thought the other should marry. It was all just fun and games to them.

At fourteen years old she was married to the second son of Jarl Erik. Björn was four years older than her, however the marriage was based on love. She loved Björn deeply and he loved her. She was thrilled to have her own household to look over and follow in her mother’s footsteps. Her sister was married a few years later and both girls were thrilled that their childhood dreams had come true. Marriage wasn’t as easy as they thought, however, as Torvi soon found herself pregnant. At the time her and her husband were so excited, but that excitement didn’t last as she soon lost the child. This broke both of their hearts, but it especially took a toll on Torvi. She was scared for a long time to become pregnant again.

Eventually she got past the fear enough that she became pregnant once more. Everything seemed to be going well and she was nearing the end of her pregnancy. She went into labor, however, she gave birth to a dead child. Björn tried to console her, telling her these things happened and no matter what he’d always love her. She wasn’t having any of it and she became very withdrawn for a long time.

There came one year where food was a shortage and the men decided it was time to go on a raid. Björn decided to join them and kissed his still grieving wife goodbye. He came back as a corpse and this broke something else in Torvi. She hated herself for not showing the love she had for her husband after the death of their last baby. She was full of many regrets and at one point attempted to take her life. Her sister was the one who stopped her and helped pull her back out of her grief. She helped her realize that Björn would want her to live, to care for their land, and to help their village in any way she could.

Fast forward to now, the men had left once more on a raid thus leaving the women in charge of the village. This time, however, they had a raiding party of their own come to their village. Torvi wasn’t about to stand by and let them take what they pleased. So she took up arms with her sister and many of the other women of the village. They would fight for their home and didn’t fear death as that meant they would join their loved ones in Valhalla.

Terramancy ⋆ Strength: Combat/Edurance ⋆ Weakness: Stealth/Speed

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⋆ Long, light blonde hair, usually tied up into a pony or braids
⋆ Innocent blue eyes, sweet smile. Her one eye has scars along the side of it.
⋆ Heart-shaped face
⋆ Toned frame
⋆ Tattoo on her right shoulder of a raven
⋆ She has a few other tattoos on her wrist

Height:
⋆5'6

Weight:
⋆ 125

Hair Color:
⋆ Light blonde

Eye Color:
⋆ Deep green eyes

Skin Tone:
⋆ Pale

Brief Clothes Description:
⋆ She will often wear a clean buttoned-up blouse tucked into a pleated skirt with tights.
⋆ Also loves dressing down with a distressed tee and leggings/jeans
⋆ Finger-less gloves/gloves to mask fingerprints; also, she wears a bandanna as well or ties it around her neck.
⋆ Will be wearing a tank top and hoodie with jeans and sneakers. Bandanna in her hair





Likes:
⋆ Darkness and night-time
⋆ Being alone.
⋆ Stealing
⋆ Animals, specifically birds
⋆ Playing chess/checkers

Dislikes:
⋆ Being in charge
⋆ Happy-go-lucky people
⋆ Loud noises
⋆ Obnoxious people

Fears:
⋆ Losing her freedom
⋆ Uncertainty
⋆ Cruel/insane people.
⋆ Being trapped.
⋆ Drowning.

Sexuality:
⋆ Bisexual

Personality:
⋆ Ambitious
⋆ Organized
⋆ Mature
⋆ Determined
⋆ Down-to-earth
⋆ Cutthroat
⋆ She has a core of steel with a shocking good nature underneath

⋆ Introverted. She keeps to herself but isn't afraid to voice her opinion.
⋆ Selfish. Does not enjoy risking her neck for others unless they are close to her.
⋆ Aloof; she is not the friendliest nor the most joyous individual.
⋆ Rather protect herself; however, intelligence comes into play here as well.
⋆ She will be more cunning and save someone should they be beneficial to her goal.

Reaction in Situations
⋆ Nromally calm, but has a temper.
⋆ Patient
⋆ Brave and reckless.
⋆ She doesn't hold back and sometimes will get in too deep to fall back.
⋆ Moderate: she assess the situation first then reacts.

What's in the Brain.
⋆ Cunning. Doesn't abide by rules and will do what she has to in order to achieve her goal.
⋆ Charismatic to get her way.
⋆ Dry, sarcastic humor.
⋆ Probably comes off insane in order to scare off people.
⋆ Lower energy






Occupation:
⋆ Works part time at retail
⋆ Low-key thief/criminal when necessary.

Living Immediate Family Members:
⋆ None.

Dead Immediate Family Members:
⋆ Mother- Kate Moore

Current Companions:
⋆ Police Officer Serg. Lysandra Goodwin

Current and Past Lover(s):
⋆ Embry

Are you a loner or with a group?
⋆Loner

History:
Belladonna was born out of wedlock to a highly Catholic family. Her mother, Kara, was cast out as a black sheep and left alone to raise her. Her husband was a deadbeat loser who wanted fun and not a child. Kara tried to support her but fell into a depression; being a former addict, she adopted her habits again when Bell was five. Left alone to fend for herself, she began stealing as she grew older. She was a natural at stealing and lying, having little to no bond with her mother. A local infamous gang found her one day and offered a spot in their group. They promised her food, shelter, and water. Bellamy joined since her mother was normally high and sometimes drank as well. She attended school and achieved good grades and remarks; she was mentored by one of the older gang members named Astrid. The government didn't pay too much attention to her and insisted on a social worker. Charis, an older and higher-ranked member, legally adopted her so she wasn't taken out of their gang.

When Bell was thirteen, she had become skilled at stealing, lying, and also defending herself. She was the perfect criminal by appearing sweet and innocent while at night she robbed stores. She swore never to be like her mother but ended up trying drugs out one day on spring break. She felt too confident and high to think clearly and ended up being busted during a robbery. She was taken to juvie, though everyone figured she was just "acting out" and hadn't taken it too seriously. The teachers vouched for her and helped her not be sent to a higher jail. Once at juvie, Bellona realized her mistake and knew she had to get out. The prison system was too rigid and confining for her and she craved the freedom she had lost. She was released soon due to good behavior.

Once she was back on the streets, the gang had welcomed her back with open arms. She was highly respected and became one of the leaders. While she had been in jail; her mother had tried to visit her but lost visitation rights. Bell had chosen not to meet with her out of spite and anger. This caused her to feel guilty; one day, she had gone back to visit her and apologize. Unfortunately, her mother was seemingly found dead from an apparent overdose. This had broken her inside a bit and she had begun to drink. Her grades began failing. Embry, another member, became her friend and they soon became inseparable. He helped her kick the habit and get back on track. However, he was cunning: he was more interested in manipulating and toying with Bell once he had earned her trust.

Bellamy began to lose interest in the gang, having outgrown it. When she felt comfortable and felt relaxed, she voiced her desire to leave to Embry. He seemed fine at first; then went to the gang and told them. They were not pleased with all and they cornered her on her way home. Bell tried to defend herself and her intentions but they were not having it. They jumped her and nearly killed her until her screams altered someone to call the cops.

After she was brought into the hospital and discovered, she made a deal with law enforcement to tell them everything if they moved her out of the city for good. They agreed and she was healed and guarded until she could testify. Her testimony led to most of the gang being broken up and sent to jail; others died fighting. They helped Bell is trying to get her life back on track. She was adopted by another police officer who took her under her wing and has been aided her in finishing HS and is now attending college and completing courses.
Furthermore, she has made a promise to herself to not get involved with anyone close again.




Physical Strengths:
⋆ Parkour -climbing, jumping, running, balance
⋆ Strong - she has a high pain tolerance
⋆ Hand-to-hand combat & using knives

Physical Weaknesses:
⋆She is decent at archery
⋆She cannot swim
⋆Listening to the rules

⋆ Ability on Avalia: Hydromancer

Jack Sharp ⋆ 25 ⋆ Male ⋆ Human

Appearance

Height:
6'1"

Weight:
195 lbs

Hair Color:
Black

Eye Color:
Brown

Skin Tone:
white

Brief Clothes Description:
Jack wears a black top hat with a white, raggy, and stitched up cloth mask to cover his face on his body. He wears a black trench coat with a black long sleeve shirt underneath. He also wears black gloves, black trousers, and shiny black dress shoes.



Charismatic ⋆ Clean ⋆ Adaptable ⋆ Courteous

Psychology

Likes:
⋆ Knives
⋆ Murder
⋆ Easy victims

Dislikes:
⋆ Prostitutes
⋆ Ill mannered people
⋆ uncleanliness

Fears:
⋆ Being caught killing someone.
⋆ Death.

Sexuality:
Straight.

Personality

Treatment towards others:

⋆ Extroverted or Introverted: Jack is a bit of both while he does not like to be around people often he can quickly become extroverted and join in groups.
⋆ Selfish to Selfless: Jack is very self-serving and willing to get friendly if it will get him what he wants.
⋆ Kind to Mean: Jack is kind and well mannered on the outside but hides his dark and cruel serial killer life style.
⋆ Save or Protect others versus yourself: Jack usually doesn't care what happens to others unless he has something he can get from them.

Reaction in Situations:

⋆ Ill-tempered or Calm: Calm
⋆ Patient or Impatient: Patient
⋆ Brave or Cowardly: Brave
⋆ Anxiety hold you back? Do you get nervous?: Jack is able to keep calm in most stressful situations and does not get anxious often.
⋆ Reaction speeds to situations.: Jack is quite quick to react and ready to adapt.

What's in the Brain:

⋆ Intelligence level: Jack is very smart and able to get out of the worst of situations.
⋆ Charisma level: Jack has a very high charisma level and able to manipulate even some of the most stable headed people.
⋆ Sense of humor or no sense of humor?: Jack has some sense of humor but lacks the ability to joke around himself.
⋆ Insane or Stable?: Jack is a psychopath.
⋆ Energy levels: Jack has basic energy levels he is usually calm and laid back.



Dark ⋆ Violent ⋆ Gorey

Background

Occupation:
Doctor by day and serial killer by night.

Living Immediate Family Members:
None.

Dead Immediate Family Members:
Anna Sharp
John Sharp

Current Companions:
None.

Current and Past Lover(s):
None.

Are you a loner or with a group?:
Loner.

History:
Will reveal in IC.



Special Ability: None currently. ⋆ Knives ⋆ Has a hard time making friends when he always wants to kill them.



Combat and Magic: Jack's has knowledge of using a scythe as a weapon, he received
it as a gift from Aklenroth and lightly proficient with his wind magic.

Physical Strengths:
⋆ He is able to hit hard because of his muscle strength
⋆ High endurance
⋆ He has a high pain tolerance

Physical Weaknesses:
⋆ Lack of real combat.
⋆ He can't climb well.
⋆ He isn't very nimble or agile.

Ability on Avalia:
Aerokinesis

Appearance

Height
⋆ 5'10

Weight
⋆ 135

Hair Color
Indigo

Eye Color
⋆ Brown

Skin Tone
⋆ Brown

Brief Clothes Description
⋆ Mainly a seashell bra and her mermaid tail
⋆ On land she prefers crop clothes, shorts/capris and bodysuits allowing for quick surface under the water
⋆ Her hair is usually down, but she keeps seashell clips on her wrist to pull it up





Likes
⋆ Night time
⋆ Seashells
⋆ Food

Dislikes
⋆ Being on land
⋆ Captivity
⋆ Not being herself
⋆ Elves, Fairies, Demons, Orcs

Fears
⋆ Dying
⋆ Never being free
⋆ Magic

Sexuality
⋆ Hetero

Personality
⋆ Introvert, prefers solitude
⋆ Selfish
⋆ Malicious
⋆ Would save herself over someone else

Reaction in Situations
⋆ Ill-tempered
⋆ Patient
⋆ Cowardly; she is afraid of retribution
⋆ Anxiety will hold her back out of fear of punishment and pain
⋆ Thinks the situation through, then acts

What's in the Brain
⋆ Cunning
⋆ Charismatic and manipulative
⋆ Sarcastic, witty, sometimes dry or dark humor
⋆ Borderline insane
⋆ Often energetic, but tires easily




Occupation:
⋆ Slave

Living Immediate Family Members
⋆ N/A

Dead Immediate Family Members:
⋆ Syrena- Mother
⋆ Lukov- Father

Current Companions:
⋆ Slave owners

History To Be Revealed in IC




Physical Strengths:
⋆ Fast and strong swimmer
⋆ Excels at water combat
⋆ Good at tracking

Physical Weaknesses:
⋆ Endurance on land
⋆ Climbing/walking/running
⋆ Clumsy on land

DEMI-HUMANS ANSWER:
Species of Demi-Human:
⋆ Mermaid.
On land, Artemis' has human legs with scales on the sides. To some, it looks like she may be wearing leggings; but the closer she is in view, it is revealed they are legs. Her toes are fully formed but thin and pale. When the weather is humid and there are lakes nearby, she can survive on land for a short period of time. During cold and dry spells, she fatigues quickly and most find a body of water to recharge. She does not have much endurance on land and is defenseless physically.

Best Ability from Beast Side:
⋆ Siren - When she sings, her voice can be weaponized. She can lull someone into a hypnotic state, use basic empathy, or compel someone. The compulsion is time limited and requires intense focus and attention. She also has enhanced lungs and scream at higher volumes than normal.

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Appearance

Height:

6’

Weight:

185lbs

Hair Color:

Coal black that begins to fade into an ash gray

Eye Color:

Bright orange embers that burn with the intensity of his ever watchful gaze

Skin Tone:

Pale gray, littered with scars

Brief Clothes Description:

Dresses almost exclusively in black, coats, shirts, pants, boots, ect, as dark clothing allows him to better blend into the shadows.

Psychology

Likes:

It would be difficult for Val to explain what exactly he does like about the world for he knows so little of it. His life has been one devoted to training to become a loyal soldier and nothing more. There is what he knows; training, hard work, and combat. To ask him if these are things that he likes would be difficult for him to say, he knows almost nothing else. There is, the occasional quiet moments alone where he gazes up into the night sky, at the moon and the stars and thinks about other worlds and other lives. If humans can be brought from another world, then what are other worlds like, what are the lives of those people like. He finds these moments peaceful and they almost make him smile, but these are not thoughts he would share with others. Dreams and curiosity are not things that should occupy a soldier’s mind, they have no use in battle, and Val fears these moments make him weak.

Dislikes:

With so little experience of anything outside his home and of Daka, Val dislikes all that he has been taught to hate. Light Elves who banished his people, the other, more celebrated races, that lifted no hand to aid them. The humans and rebel scum who fight against Aklenroth, the Great King, for they betray Avalia, and so these are the creatures he hates above all else. The rebellion is one to destroy all that Dark Elves have built for themselves, to cruelly force them back into the shadows and into poverty. Cowards, deserters, and traitors, for they shame Aklenroth with their despicable actions and weaken the Dark Elf forces. When it comes to simpler things Val lacks the diversity of experience to really have an opinion or the desire to form one. He eats what is provided for him and is thankful to have food at all. The weather makes no difference to him other than ways it might influence combat. He has no vices and partakes in no activity that will hinder his ability to serve the king. When it comes to relationships with others, there are allies or enemies, as that is the extent of his experience with others.

Above all things, there is one thing he cannot stomach, and that is cruelty for the sake of it. He can understand the need for bloodshed, that terrible things must sometimes be done in the name of keeping peace, but to torture someone simply for enjoyment or for vengeance is a line he has deemed uncrossable.

Fears:

Weakness in himself, his occasional quiet moments when he looks up at the stars and wonders, times his thoughts are questioning or curious, these are times he finds himself weak. He is a soldier of The Great King and his thoughts should always be of combat and of service.

His life as a soldier of Aklenroth is one that he knows will extend past his inevitable death, and becoming undead is both a fate he accepts and fears. Although taught that this is a great honor the empty eyes of the dead haunt him. He often wonders what that existence is like, if they feel anything,or if it’s a constant state of torment, and the question of which is worse; feeling nothing but agony or nothing at all.

The feeling of being afraid, something he is supposed to have grown out of, it was a huge part of his training to learn not to be afraid, but it still creeps in. He doesn’t know if others like him feel it too but he would never admit to it. The fact that he still feels fear, when it was supposed to be trained out of him, bothers him, for it reminds him that he has failed at living up to his expectations.

Sexuality:

Undetermined and of no consequence to him, he is of too low a class to be good breeding stock and romantic entanglements are a distraction to a good soldier.

Personality:

Valok is a quiet elf by nature, he takes things in, watches with intense curiosity and tries to learn. He speaks when necessary but in general keeps to himself. He does not wish to stand out amongst his fellow soldiers, to ask questions or show concern. He does like having others around, finding comfort in knowing he’s not alone while still enjoying the peace of the occasional quiet moment when he is alone. Val does not know what it means to be selfish. He was raised with the absolute belief and acceptance that his life belongs to The Great King; he is nothing more than his soldier and that his life does not even truly belong to him. He has never truly owned anything, everything he has was issued to him and his life is one of servitude for the debt that all Dark Elves owe to Aklenroth. While there are many who would see him as cruel, he sees himself as a faithful soldier. He follows his orders, trusts his commanders and his king, and what he is asked to do is for the betterment of Avalia. He does not kill for the enjoyment of it, he will end his enemy quickly so that they do not suffer and what he does, he does because it must be done. As far as protecting others that is something he does when commanded but those like him, his fellow soldiers, they are all disposable, just as he is, and his orders and his mission always come before any single life. That was how he was raised, how he was trained, and he knows no other way.

Val was raised from birth to be a soldier, he has never had family or personal connections, this is the only life he has ever known. While he shows no fear in battle to call him brave would be incorrect, for he has nothing to lose, even his life is not his. After death he will still serve Aklenroth as an undead, this he also accepts. Though he does still feel fear it has never held him back from action. There are two things that matter; following his orders and continuing Dark Elf prosperity. The blood in his veins runs almost as cold as the air of Daka, he rarely loses his temper, and violence is saved for when it must be done. His patience, his calmness, his seemingly complete apathy all come from his hollowness. A faint notion that something in his life is wrong but a lack of understanding for what exactly it is, he can only chalk it up to his own imperfections, that there is some failing in him preventing him from being a better soldier. Because serving his people and Aklenroth should be enough for him, this has always been his purpose, and his hope is that once he has lived up to his full potential the hollowness will leave him.

As a member of the lowest class of Dark Elves, Val is trained as just a basic soldier. He was taught no battle tactics or strategy, he knows he will never be some great commander. He was raised to be on the front lines, the cannon fodder, the disposable, and his death and the deaths of those like him only fuel the army of undead. There was no time wasted in educating him, he learned the basics of his history; hatred of Light Elves, Faires, and Demihumans, and the stories of Aklenroth, The Great King, celebrated hero of the Dark Elves. He learned to do as he was told and to not ask questions. He is, however, observant and intensely curious. Valok has seen so little of the world and often wonders about all the places he’s never been and of other worlds that must surely exist. He lacks charisma, his tone is often soft and emotionless, echoing his own hollowness. Manipulating people is not a skill for a weapon, but the skill of leaders and so it is not something that would ever occur to him. Jokes are quickly lost on him, and rarely makes any attempts at humor. Some may find his loyalty and dedication to a Lich insane; he kills his enemies with no hesitation, fights with no thought or hope for himself, and even accepts that one day his corpse will be used in an undead army. But Valok was never given a choice in his life, he has simply accepted his circumstances and lived with them.

Background

Occupation

Soldier, or at least he was, now he is less than nothing, a deserter, the most vile of traitors.

Living Immediate Family Members:

Unknown

Dead Immediate Family Members:

Unknown

Current Companions:

None

Current and Past Lover(s):

None

Are you a loner or with a group? Have you always been in this place?:

Val has both rarely spent a moment alone and has in many ways, always been alone. Currently he is more alone than he has ever been before.

History:
As an infant Valok was sold to the army to be trained as a soldier, he never knew his parents or of any family. He is without attachments raised solely to fight and die for The Great King. He was never told why he was sold off; could’ve been his parents owed a great debt or it could have been that he was simply unwanted, but Val does not waste time dwelling on such matters. He was not raised to think, but to fight. His life has always been one of strict order and discipline. All moments of his young life were scheduled down to the second, when he woke up, when he ate, when he trained, and when he rested. His schedule was grueling, keeping him exhausted, far too exhausted to think about his circumstances even if he had any interest in them to begin with. All his life he has been taught that he does not matter; he is but one of many soldiers who fight not for their own glory but for that of Aklenroth and to continue the age of prosperity for Dark Elves.

Even his surname is not his own, but the name of one of many schools that exists for the sole purpose of turning out disposable soldiers for the king. He has no name to pass on, no family ties to bind him down, no legacy to protect or further. Instead he has just a single shared goal with every other graduate of Grimmrots; to serve the king. For Aklenroth is the great savior of the Dark Elves, it was he who unshackled them from the oppression of Light Elves, he who brought them power and prosperity, and he who was the only ruler in all of Avalia’s dark history who ever cared about the plight of the Dark Elves. Like any Dark Elf loyalist, Val sees his king as both a hero and a fair and just leader. It is the rebels who wish to turn back time and return the Dark Elves to poverty and mistreatment, and thus they can only be seen by him as villains.

Grimmrots was his home for the majority of his life, he grew up there, trained there, learned there. From the second he was able he was trained to fight, both with weapons and with magic. His dark abilities have always been a part of him, his people take pride in being gifted by the night. There was no goofing around, no days off, no time to make friends as a soldier needed none of those things. He worked hard, he learned discipline, and any failure in this was punished harshly. Wake up, train, eat, chores, train, eat, rest. The schedule repeated endlessly. Val took comfort in the schedule, he knew what he was supposed to do and where he had to be, he didn’t have time or energy left to worry about anything else. Those who did not take to this kind of life were made an example of; weakness was not tolerated. He learned how to face fear, how to bear pain, and how to kill. Once he was old enough, he was shipped off to The Pits, just as every other graduate of Grimmrots, to experience true combat.

The Pits held a similar schedule and he adjusted quickly. He then put his training to use, fighting for his life in gladiatorial combat while others watched and occasionally cheered. Some of his comrades in the Pits enjoyed the killing and the cheering of a crowd, Val did it because he was good at it. This was the experience he needed to become a true soldier, killing was how he would serve his people and his King, and he was raised for service. He fought monsters and killed other Dark Elves branded as cowards, deserters, or simply as weak. What or who he killed did not concern him, his orders were to win and he followed through. Once he was deemed worthy, just as many before him, he was sent to serve in Aklenroth’s army. He was loyal, obedient, and well trained.

After his time in The Pits he was moved to Malthemoor, where he continued training under the harshest of conditions. Like steel he was strengthened, taught how to serve in the army and what to do when the more detestable races of Avalia got ideas of uprisings. It would seem keeping Avalia in peace was even more work than war could be, the constancy in which a small uprising would occur made no sense to him. So many of Avalia’s subjects seemed to hunger for violence; had Aklenroth not brought them all peace, unified them, brought a new age of unparalleled prosperity? What was the reasoning behind these uprisings? Did the other creatures hate the Dark Elves so much that to see them in power and thriving, made them want to plunge the entire nation back into war? It seemed that way to Valok, what other reason could there be to incite such violence in a time of great peace.

The return of humans to Avalia marked a great change, surely a great battle was upon the horizon. Such an act of treason against The Great King could not be ignored. Shortly after their return was announced he was one of many sent out to help squash the notion of rebellion and see to it that the humans and the traitors were brought to justice. He marched with the legion he had been assigned to into the village of Chesm. Val had never left Daka before, he had never seen the great forests that existed to the south and found their beauty captivating. In comparison to the rest of Avalia, he now saw Daka as the near barren wasteland that it was, and felt more deeply the injustice against the Dark Elves at having to be banished to such a place. The beauty of Moon Elf Kingdom was marred by the horror he both witnessed and participated in once they arrived at Chesm. They did more than ransack the city looking for humans; they slaughtered and maimed all who got in their way.

Valok held no love for anyone, but certainly not for Demihumans and Light Elves who called Chesm home. Humans, while he held an indifference towards them in general, were a threat to The Great King, and had to be dealt with. This he could understand, killing had to be done, but the death delivered in Chesm was not a swift one. Torture was made a specitcle for both Dark Elves and Chesm residence alike. His people cheered while the rest cried out in utter horror. Those who harboured the human were tormented for days, as was anyone caught trying to help them, slow public executions that went on and on. It was cruelty for the sake of being cruel. It went on even after the human was tortured and found to have no knowledge of others like her in the area.

Was this why others so hated the Dark Elves? Did so many of his brethren allow themselves to become so absolutely monstrous when given the chance? Those who tortured did so with a sickening smile, they enjoyed it. Was this what the army sought to make of him? How did they manage to hide such wickedness from Aklenroth? Val was certain the Great King could not know of what his army had devolved into, as such actions would only ignite more resistance. Leaders within his king’s own army were actively making matters worse, and such things needed to be brought to the attention of his king. There was a problem with this, for who would believe the word of one of Daka’s unwanted sons against that of high ranking nobles? Valok would need evidence to back up his claims.

What would be worse; to become a foul deserter for the sake of achieving a greater good or to continue to follow the orders of commanders whose actions could threaten the peace The Great King so desires? This question haunted every quiet moment he had until he found his answer. He would not allow himself to become as cruel as those who he watched torture for their enjoyment of it, he would not allow a this threat to peace to continue. Valok deserted the army, he left behind the only identity he ever held, knowing that such an act even done with good intentions would be punished by death. At least in death his service would be only to the king, and not to those who pervert his wishes to fit their twisted inclinations. As terrifying as becoming undead is to him, becoming an agent of nothing but self service and cruelty would be even worse. Val cannot even imagine his king to be one who holds such a flawed character that he would wish his army to behave in such a manner. He can only hold on to the image of The Great King as the one presented to him as a child; a kind and just leader. He is now completely alone, without the only identity he ever held, and searching for a way to prove his claims to his king.



Combat and Magic:
Physical Strengths:

Quick reflexes and lack of hesitation
Stealth
Magic use in combat

Physical Weaknesses:

Light Magic/Fire Magic, both natural enemies of darkness
Lacking in pure brute strength
Young with very limited experience with beings outside of Daka

Best Abilities:

Blending into the shadows, something a well trained dark elf can do fairly easily on a dark night, and summoning his blade, a sword of concentrated dark magic, and even a single cut can cause terrible pain.

Height:

5.5ft

Weight:

125lbs.

Hair Color:

Purple

Eye Color:

Golden Yellow

Skin Tone:

Red

Brief Clothes Description:

A purple robe with a black cape, black bracers and a red hood.

Likes:

⋆ Animals and other creatures
⋆ Food
⋆ living in her own private plane of existence.

Dislikes:

⋆ Cold Places
⋆ Chaos
⋆ Demons

Fears:

⋆ Mount Celestia
⋆ Drowning due to almost dying in a plane made entirely of water.
⋆ Being weak

Sexuality:

Bisexual

Personality:







Living Immediate Family Members:

None

Dead Immediate Family Members:

Unknown

Current Companions:

Anzu the Abyssal Chicken

Melzor the Imp

Current and Past Lover(s):

None

Are you a loner or with a group? Have you always been in this place?:

Ezeri has always been alone only keeping creatures she has dominated as companions.

History:
Ezeri was spawned in the first layer of Baator known as Avernus. She lived with the other devils for a while, but she could not help but notice she was very different. She hated the way their society run and how the devils were always at war with the demons. She disliked living there and she decided to live elsewhere away from all the chaos. So, Ezeri used her gift of planar travel to go into a different plane of existence where she was the only being of her intellect. She spent a hundred years all on her own, enjoying the fruits of her own company with her abyssal chicken Anzu. Finally, she got bored and decided to check somewhere else out and teleported into Avalia without any information to the context of the war at hand.





Combat and Magic:

Chain Sword [+]

Physical Strengths:

⋆ Combat with her chain sword
⋆ Very fast; agile
⋆ Flexible

Physical Weaknesses:

⋆ Not a lot of muscle
⋆ Very bad at swimming
⋆ Water Magic

Subspecies:

Red Devil

Best Abilities:

Dominate- this is the ability to control the minds of weaker or broken minded beings and bend them to her will.
Planar travel- This allows her the ability to travel between the many planes of existence including her home plane Avernus in Baator. When using this ability, if she is touching you, she can take you with her and she is then tethered to that person, unable to abandon them and they will travel to whatever plane she travels to until they are taken back to their home plane. She can only do this very sparingly, around three times every week. If she dies in a plane, then whoever was tethered her will be returned to their home plane. If she and the person tethered have too much distance between each other, they will also then be teleported back to their home plane. She cannot plane jump while another being is using magical attacks on her.

Carneylus Creznek ⋆ 27 ⋆ Male ⋆ Demi-human (Bat-person)

Theme:


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Appearance

Height:
188

Weight:
70

Hair Color:
Black

Eye Color:
Brown

Skin Tone:
Pale and scar ridden, although nothing major.

Brief Clothes Description:
Red overcoat, white shirt, black pants and dark brown boots, sometimes also with a red cloak. He also carries two pairs of visors on his person with darkened glass on them, to ward off light as good as he can. But it does not completely nullify it's effects. He owns a coloured set of armor, but using it hampers his movement with his wings abit so he prefers to wear only cloth of various kind.

Brave ⋆ Generous ⋆ Supportive ⋆ Emotional

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Psychology

Likes:
⋆ Music
⋆ The stars
⋆ Roses

Dislikes:
⋆ Himself
⋆ Aklenroth
⋆ People of evil intent

Fears:
⋆ Being unable to help a friend in need
⋆ Losing his precious memories
⋆ Dying without being able to help anyone at all

Sexuality:
Heterosexual

Personality:

⋆ Carneylus may appear as an open and talkative person, yet at the same time there's alot of things he keeps to himself.
⋆ He is very selfless, but he always considers what action will have the best results. Thus he may reconsider things which are too reckless.
⋆ He is kind to those who are kind in turn, not just to him but to others. He does not hold back if there is someone doing unkind things. Engaging them in verbal or somatic action.
⋆ Carneylus will not allow a companion of his to fall in battle as long as he has a say in it, yet he is not reckless enough to not guard himself from a potential lethal blow, even in situations where he is feeling pressured.

⋆ To most people he is calm as still water, but if someone does something which he clearly disagrees with then his temper will flare up. Not to the point of him losing his concentration and focus however.
⋆ Generally very patient, unless there comes a moment where quick decisions need to be made, usually when a life needs to be saved.
⋆ He is very brave.
⋆ Very few things can make him nervous or anxious.
⋆ His reactionspeed is good, his movement is fluid enough in his attire to allow him to take plenty of actions when required.

⋆ Whilst intelligent enough, he does not possess a genius intellect or be a master strategist. He is however intelligent enough to not get baited and lured, most of the times anyways.
⋆ The idea of manipulating other people he finds appaling and something one should be ashamed for even thinking of. He is however charismatic, getting attention whenever he speaks up to give his input or hold a speech. He also has the physique and looks that would make most consider his appeal to be nearly divine.
⋆ While he may laugh at jokes and even crack a few himself, the man often become reminded of past events which tend to make his mood more serious.
⋆ Carneylus is not insane.
⋆ He is very conservative about his stamina and usually takes the option which requires the least amount of effort but the biggest yield. That aside the man has a vast amount of stamina and endurance.

Peace ⋆ Pain ⋆ Resolve

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Background

Occupation
Underground swordsman and smuggler

Living Immediate Family Members:
Father (Living in the flower fairy kingdom)

Dead Immediate Family Members:
Mother (Deceased)

Current Companions:
Valaeon

Current and Past Lover(s):
None

Are you a loner or with a group? Have you always been in this place?:
He is usually with a group or at least one other person.

History

Carneylus was born in an elven village, his mother lived in a small house there and his father was a travelling merchant which seldom were at home as a result. Life as he came to know it was a mixture of good and bad things, the good things were to listen to music, to see the beauty of nature and the lights far up into the vast and dark skies at night.The bad things were having to deal with the local elven population which became more and more irritated and annoyed with their predicament following their lost war against Aklenroth. There were no lack of scapegoats for their failure, and one of them was Carneylus, but there were others far worse off.

A childhood friend of his, a winged demi-human girl of the angelic kind had things far worse, having to live a life of servitude to the people which despised her. Carneylus befriended this girl when he was but a young boy, he brought her flowers and things from the outside world, things which she was not allowed to look at or venture out to explore. In return he got to taste some of the pastries of the elven folk and leftover food. His own mother was also not immune to the judgemental nature of the elves, as she was called a beast and accursed and were seldom seen outdoors because of it.

Then things took a turn for the worse, as the governor of the light elves, Terneus Andros spewed his propaganda of demi-human spies and thieves infesting the elven lands, how they were a plague that had to be contained. Thus he put up guards to stop any demi-human trader for passing through the villages without paying a severe and overly expensive tax, which most could not pay. Carneylus father was one of those who could not afford to pay the tax and was thus unable to return to his home, the regulations forced him out of the area and towards the flower kingdom of the fairies. More as time passed the elves became more and more hostile towards his kind, many demi-humans were forced to leave the area. Some even vanished without a trace, some even spoke of elven assassins killing them in cold blood. Yet these rumors were scoffed at by the elves themselves as 'dirtbreed propaganda'.

His friend, the girl who had been more or less enslaved by the elves one day decided to flee from them, whereof they began to chase her down, Carneylus was still but a young boy then but he was angered by their behaviour and tried to stop them to little avail. A slap across the face, a kick to the stomach and then being left behind was the treatment he received. With one elf placing his boot on his back pressing him down, forcing him to watch as they tortured his friend. Then left her for dead and dragged him back to the village and threw him to his mother. His mother nursed him back to health, but her own health became worse soon after having received a gift of fruit from an unknown sender. Carneylus didn't want to eat the fruit as he prefered fetching fish in the nearby stream at night. When it was less elves outside to see him poaching.

Carneylus mother passed away a day after having eaten the fruit and the boy decided he had to leave the place, whereof the elves were happy to kick him out if he didn't fly off fast enough. He never forgot about his friend neither, hoping she survived the severe beating and torture the elves put her through. Yet all his searches were for naught, she was never heard or seen from again. Time after this the elven village itself was destroyed he heard, by then he had gone to Roshmi and was living there as a street urchin, gradually rising his living standard and finding himself learning swordfighting from an old soldier, then from capable warriors and lastly a famed but soon to be retired gladiator of the Roshmi arena.

He lived there for ten years, ten years he spent to survive and become stronger. Feeling determined to never ever allow a friend to suffer because of his weakness, to never again let himself or others be oppressed by those claiming to have the right to do so. The young but now more adept man left Roshmi after those ten years, he ventured north to a place more reclused and closer to the water and nature itself. The bustling city life wasn't his thing, even if he was well received by the demi-humans in the place. The dark elves were almost as bad as the light elves, which in turn was an indicator for him to leave. Demi-humans with talent, unless protected by influencial people could possibly fall into the hands of Aklenroth's servants and dragged to Daka for who knows what dark fate.

It wasn't as if he was afraid of dying, but more like dying in vain, not being able to do anything at all for anyone. He spent the remainder of his ten years in a small port town and soon attracted a small underground crowd of people, some of them being capable fighters and smugglers. It was both a way of living and a way for him to remain unknown to most of the outside world, honing his skills as a swordsman along others seeking to do the same, wereof their reasons were honorable, for revenge or a sense of duty. All were welcome to learn. The smuggling operations were helpful in bringing supplies in and out of the land unaware to the lich king and the elven lords, and even helping escaped slaves and 'traitors' to flee to the far west. It was only when he he met Valaeon, where he knew he had found a good partner to train with for what was looming ahead.

The fire lit in Roshmi city, the rebellion coming alive under the leadership of Risa Millinia against the tyrannical king Aklenroth. If he wanted to make a change for good, this moment was what he had trained for. Would it be enough? Time would tell.

Special Abilities:

- Wings (Bone and leathery wings, the bone has been subject to blunt force trauma over a long period of time and is harder than on most bat-people as a result.
- Sharp teeth (may drink blood too!)
- Sharp nails (Makeshift weapon)
- Blood thinning saliva (If a wound is infected it will bleed much more than normal)
- Echolocation (He may detect physical things mid-flight, hidden enemies and even those hiding via invisibility. Etc.)
- Keen senses overall (Eyesight in darkness is better, while in light it gets worse)

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Physical Strengths:
⋆ Physical powerhouse (He is physically powerful, capable of delivering and taking powerful punches or weapon attacks)
⋆ Master of the sword and hand (Unlike many warriors in Avalia, Carneylus is only trained in one way of fighting, which involves using a blade in single hand and his other hand for utility purposes, which may be grapples, punches, throwing darts or using a cloak to attempt to distract any opponent. He mostly uses a sabre or scimitar for battle)
⋆ Berserker bloodlust (Able to give himself a temporary physical boost, his movement becomes more instinctual than calculating.)

Physical Weaknesses:
⋆ Light magic may render his vision severely impaired if not wearing his visors. Normal light from the sun or items may also impair his vision, though the degree varies depending on the time. Note that light magic does not inflict more damage to him however.
⋆ Sonic attacks. Due to his keen hearing he may have severe trouble against sonic attacks.
⋆ Cannot manuever too well in water, tunnels or narrow passages due to his wings becoming a hinderance. Very strong wind could also pose a problem.

Species of Demi-Human
Bat-person

Best Ability from Beast Side:
Echolocation

Height:

6'3"

Weight:

180

Hair Color:

Red

Eye Color:

Purple

Skin Tone:

Pale

Brief Clothes Description:

He tends to wear dark clothing and cloaks. He likes to wear battle armor when he knows he's going to get into a fight.

Likes:

⋆ Cutting off people's hands
⋆ Torture
⋆ Killing

Dislikes:

⋆ Boredom
⋆ Not getting what he wants
⋆ No access to alcohol

Fears:

⋆Losing

Sexuality:


Personality:







Occupation


Living Immediate Family Members:


Dead Immediate Family Members:


Current Companions:


Current and Past Lover(s):


Are you a loner or with a group? Have you always been in this place?:


History:
Had Helio been born decades before, he would have been praised as the future King of River Kingdom since birth. He was certainly treated with the expectations of one. His father started training him to fight when he was still just a young boy, preparing him early to be a soldier, which was commonplace for fairies. His mother was protective of him as he was her firstborn and gave him a lot of nurturing while Cedar was tougher on him. She would assign animals to watch over him, prompting him to learn a certain degree of Zoolingualism, but he did not persuade the ability much and only knows it at a basic level.

Helio was popular as he aged. A boy of his high status and good looks encouraged a lot of female attention. A combination of that and his status made him confident almost to the point of being arrogant. He knew who he was and what he could do. With a natural charisma and cheeky behavior, he had no trouble making friends. Being an only, beloved little prince who could essentially weasel his way out of trouble and persuade most anyone to give him what he wanted, Helio had it made as a child.

When Helio was twelve, Elyna gave birth to Risa. He wasn't very happy about it at first as his parents turned their attention towards her. As Risa aged, his father showered her with softness he never attained. Risa proved to be as much a wild child as he was. Helio found himself babysitting more than he would have liked to. Despite his jealousy and initial disdain, he and Risa grew a closer bond as Helio aged and matured. She had her mother's innocence and purity with all the determination of their father. It was impossible not to love Risa. He grew protective of her and loved his little sister, willing to die a hundred times over for her.

However, Helio had spent much of his teen years training to be a soldier so their time together lessened for a while. When he wasn't training or chasing after Risa, he was probably flirting with women. He could be a bit of a playboy, taking too much delight in going with girls and enjoying too much of vices like alcohol and drugs. Having a lot of pressure to essentially be the best in the kingdom of expectations set by his parents and his own actions, he took whatever downtime and fun he could get. Helio was not able to get away with just anything with everyone. The dark elves were harder to charm. He could get his way with the females at times but the males were a different story. It did not take him long to witness their cruelty and see his own schoolmates go missing for standing up to them. He'd get into altercations with them. He had a lot of value for morality and ethics, and when others were unfairly hurt or killed, he could and would not sit still. His parents sometimes alluded to their wish toward an Avalia without Aklenroth, and as did most fairies he knew. Helio started to feel determined that he deserved his birthright to rule over the River Kingdom, being a rather brave and ambitious young man. He took on huge hate for Aklenroth and the dark elves. He thought everyone who did not take a stand against him was a coward. Everyone spent so much time trying to hush him on the subject and it just made Helio want to talk about it more.

Helio went to training camp once he turned eighteen and spent most of his time there for the next three years, coming around only when his parents asked him to check on or find Risa. He trained harder than he ever had, dreaming larger than anyone ever could to take down Aklenroth. After training, he had much more free time so he threw himself into using his charisma to wiggle his way into rebel groups, spending a lot of time in Roshmi and the elven kingdoms. He was a natural-born leader who easily found himself leading things once integrated. Though some felt his vision was ridiculous and he was an overconfident royal, many got behind him.

When he was twenty-five, he led a mission to steal DROMs from a secured location and bring some of them back into the hands of light elves. The mission was successful though some lost their lives, and a huge target was put on Helio's back due to his name being revealed. Dark elves came to grab him one day when he was out alone. From that day on, he was reported as dead as no one ever saw him again.

However, Aklenroth saw promise in the fiery and passionate nature of the young prince and he decided to use him as patient zero to his experiment. Helio needed to be broken for this to work, and boy was Helio a hard egg to crack. He was determined and forever cursing at them all despite the months of torture. A cruel demon by the name of Umber was thus brought into the equation who was a master at breaking and twisting the pure. Helio finally became the empty shell Aklenroth so craved. Helio was brought to a secret facility set aside for such an experiment to be immersed in dark energy for years, along with several other fairies that would be brought in. Helio was taken out after some time and given a test run. He certainly looked different and had a love for evil, but knowing the clever boy, it could be a trick. He was ordered to capture and murder his sister's boyfriend, Cloud. Once that was successful, Aklenroth knew he could trust his new creation: the dark fairy.








Physical Strengths:

⋆Very fast and agile when he flies
⋆Flexible and athletic
⋆Can fight very well in hand-to-hand combat or with a sword

Physical Weaknesses:

⋆ Not the best climber
⋆ Not anything special when it comes to strength
⋆ Not adept at running on foot or endurant at it

Subspecies:

Dark Fairy

Best Abilities(Fairies will specialize and as will demons):

Chlorokinesis and Umbrakinesis

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Likes:

⋆ Taking the lead
⋆ Adventure
⋆ Movies
⋆ Dancing
⋆ Pop Culture
⋆ Space
⋆ Singing

Dislikes:

⋆ Bad stenches
⋆ People getting hurt because of her
⋆ Being alone

Fears:

⋆ Losing those she cares about
⋆ Being buried alive
⋆ Vulnerable

Sexuality:

Heterosexual

Personality:

If the word extrovert manifested as a person, it would be Clara. She is the type to find wonder in the every-day mundane and always dreaming of fantasies in her head. She will talk to anyone and has no problem taking charge. In fact, sometimes she can be a little too bossy as she gets ahead of herself. By no means is she selfish, but neither is she completely selfless. Clara is a loving girl and will go out of her way to rescue someone in need, but she has enough self-love not to martyr herself for no reason. She's a thrill-seeker and is quite daring, but knows how to size up a situation. Though very kind in nature, she doesn’t always think through her words when meeting new people and sometimes what she says can come off too blunt or forward, lacking no filter whatsoever, often becoming sassy or awkward in some situations. She doesn't care what others think of her too much.

Clara is a total goofball, quoting movie quotes and messing around often. She laughs at even the dumbest and darkest jokes and does not take things too seriously. Despite her forwardness, she’s not easy to read or figure out due to her differing personality traits and reactions. Her emotional reactions can vary as she isn't the most comfortable being vulnerable or completely trusting others. She can be too independent as well.

It takes a lot of effort to anger or annoy Clara. She’s very calm and patient with others and even with difficult situations. However, she becomes very passionate and righteous about her opinions. Though she’s too forward when talking to others, she is actually very thoughtful when it comes to problem-solving, but sometimes she may take too much initiative once she figures out her plan. She's very stubborn and very ambitious. She is not insecure and puts a good amount of faith in herself, not running into anxiety much at all. Clara is brave and not afraid to stand up for herself, others, or her values.

Clara is quite an intelligent problem-solver, knowing how to take a step back and think through situations. She’s quick on her feet and used to having to be self-sufficient. The girl has a natural talent for winging things. She would never in good faith be able to manipulate someone and is not the best liar. Of course, she’d try if the situation called for it, but it’s probably a job best for someone else.

Occupation

High School Student

Living Immediate Family Members:

⋆ Lily Rose - Foster Mother
⋆ David Rose - Foster Father
⋆ Tim Rose - Foster Brother
⋆ Hannah Rose - Foster Sister
⋆ Leilani Rose - Foster Sister
⋆ Gordon Rose- Foster Brother

Dead Immediate Family Members:

⋆ Parents unknown and deceased

Current Companions:

⋆ Tulosa - Light Elf companion
⋆ Miako - Light Elf Companion
⋆ Daphna - Light Elf Companion
⋆ Juesimi - Light Elf Companion

Current and Past Lover(s):

None

Are you a loner or with a group? Have you always been in this place?:

Clara is currently traveling with group of light elves

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Ability: Terrakinesis

Physical Strengths:

⋆ Flexible and fit from cheerleading
⋆ Self-defense knowledge
⋆ Can run distance well

Physical Weaknesses:

⋆ No real world experience of combat
⋆ Not remarkable muscle build
⋆ Never used a weapon before

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Playful ❧ Shallow ❧ Calculating ❧ Friendly

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History: As a little girl Nur grew up into a life of leisure. There were no rules and no limits. Anything she could ever want was given to her. Her youth consisted of waking up when the sun was setting, she would bathe, dress in beautiful clothes and eat nice food. The night was a time of pleasure and fun seeking, stalking the shadows and playing games with her countless brothers and sisters. Nur loved reading fairytales, and was enamored by the idea of true love. She was often ridiculed by the people around her, as it was often the succubus in the story who drove lovers apart.

The demon city Cocytus was her home for most of her life. The moment she reached physical perfection she was trained by her sisters in the art of seduction. She grew into a skilled temptress, using the eternal youth and beauty her kind is famous for. Her kind took pride in being gifted with the powerful ability to entice feelings of desire across all races in Avalia. With adulthood there came an end to the carefree days of her childhood. There was fierce competition among the succubi and their male counterparts the incubi, each honing their skills and perfecting their beauty in an attempt to outsmart the other.

Tired of dealing with constant competition, backstabbing and ruthlessness Nur moved away from Cocytus, following in the footsteps of many of her sisters, spreading out across Avalia. Countless years passed and Nur started to feel a sense of emptiness. Being desired if only for a fleeting amount of time, no longer gave her the satisfaction it used to. She envied the happy couples she encountered, and despite the reputation of her kind, she resisted the urge to break them apart. Even if it was not meant for her, she still wanted to preserve it wherever she found it.

Eventually she settled in a small backwater town, in an attempt to live a more quiet life. Life in the secluded town was a welcome change for her. She took to it quickly and with surprising joy. After another unusual day Nur awoke one morning feeling something had changed. She felt weaker, less powerful and it scared her. Whenever she needed to use her power it sometimes didn't even work at all. She started to show signs of age. A grey streak appeared in her hair, which mortified her. Absorbing life force was a temporary solution, as it reversed the effects, only to make it worse afterwards. Her power continued to deplete. Nur began to feel desperate, searching to find out why this was happening to her, and how to restore her power.

She started her search in Azmor Galus. There she found a lead to the castle of the Lich king. Nur knew a powerless demon would never be granted access to the precious knowledge of Aklenroth's library. Valuing her life she continued her search elsewhere, exhausting every place of knowledge in Avalia. Eventually Nur reached Roshmi, where she witnessed the start of a rebellion against the Aklenroth, led by a fairy princess. There was only one place left to look, by siding with the rebels she could get access to the library.

Special ability: Tactile pheromone secretion ❧ Strength: Seduction ❧ Weakness: Fading powers

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Appearance

Height
⋆ 5'5

Weight
⋆ 120

Hair Color
Light, whiteish blonde with black streaks

Eye Color
⋆ Bright blue

Skin Tone
⋆ Fair

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Outfit 1 ⋆ Outfit 2 ⋆ Outfit 3






Likes
⋆ Food
⋆ Archery
⋆ Music and dancing
⋆ Being in the forest

Dislikes
⋆ Quiet
⋆ Captivity
⋆ Cowardice
⋆ Undead/Aklenroth

Fears
⋆ Dying alone
⋆ Evil/Meanness
⋆ Untamed Magic
⋆ Quiet, it drives her crazy

Sexuality
⋆ Heteroromantic

Personality
The first impression of Lucia is that she's hyperactive, bold and outspoken. Some people have threatened to tape her mouth shut. She has limitless energy and enjoys talking to anyone who will listen. She doesn’t buckle under stress and remains a calm and steady force. Despite this, she’s polite and sweet. She doesn’t enjoy being mean and often will upset her in the end more than the other person. She doesn’t like to back down or back off. She can be a little stubborn at times. During these moods, someone needs to bring her back down to Avalia and remind her to live another day. She’s hard-working, often the first one in class/training and the last to leave. She is able to read others well if she’s calm. Her loyalty is “ride or die”, although if you piss her off enough, she might leave you. Forgiveness is her key to keeping a sane mind, but she won’t endure mindless friendships.

Lucia's greatest weapon is her mind. She likes to think through situations. She is clever and often surprises people. Her ability to be level headed has saved her in life. Her calmness is an unbreakable force at times. Her heart is big, and she often has to ignore it for her own sanity. She is often underestimated and found to be a bubblehead. This makes her an honest person who could learn to lie. She often tries to wiggle her way out of trouble through other means.

Lucia isn’t charismatic. She doesn’t enjoy sarcasm as often, but will come up with a sassy remark for stupid questions. She is fierce in battle and will fight to the end. Some claim she is crazy or insane, often due to her out of the box thinking. Her humor level is broad, but she doesn’t tolerate dark humor. She’s determined and willing to put her life on the line to end Aklenroth’s dark rule.





Occupation:
⋆ Archer

Living Foster Family Members
⋆ Sybella - Mother
⋆ Silas - Father

Dead Immediate Family Members:
⋆ N/A
⋆ N/A

Current Companions:
⋆ N/A

History:
Lucia was adopted into a custom light elf family and village. Her foster parents made her their pride and joy and often spoiled her at times. Her foster parents were bitter over Aklenroth’s ruling and opposed him. Their village secretly wanted to help bring him down. Their plans were changing however as they saw how bold and outspoken Lucy became. They were worried she wouldn’t be able to handle war. Instead they enrolled her into education and to become a lady. For a while as Lucy grew older, she played along. However, she began to wander off and meet other Elves. Some of them were bitter and hostile from the Dark Elves. They would talk about rebelling and a better world. Lucy had become hooked on this thinking. She began to expand her boundaries and befriend other species. She hadn’t been aware of the stigmatism toward her own race, and often endured mockery and meanness from Demis. Fairies found her obnoxious.

This left her lonely, and so she began finding ways to keep herself preoccupied. She had watched as male elves and fairies had trained to become soldiers. She became fascinated by the Dark Elves. This led to her curiosity, where she began to befriend and train with them. At first she was teased; but her bold and hyper spirits caught their attention. She was accepted into their grouping and soon befriended many Dark Elves. Some of them were outcast from their own villages and clans. The Dark Elves she befriended were often bullied, teased and even attacked. This led to her defending them, despite their outwardly claims of being on their side. Some of them opposed Aklenroth so heartedly that Lucia thought they’d be killed. She didn’t allow this to stop her and formed a strong bond with them. Her mind wasn’t able to process why her parents had tried hiding this from her. Aklenroth ruling was evil, and the Dark Elves needed to free themselves from his grasp. She didn’t understand the logistics of this due to her naïve nature. When she wasn’t training with her friends, she was drinking or studying. Sometimes the two coincided.

Her hyperactivity and obnoxious behavior led her to blabbering to her parents one night after getting drunk with her friends. Due to watching their friends and relatives carted off for rebelling, her parents sadly tried to dissuade her. They began to shoot her ideas down, and try to lead her into becoming a lady instead of a warrior. Their hope had been extinguished. Lucia had trouble adjusting to this and began hanging out with her friends more. She began to drink more to qualm her anger and sorrow. However tragedy struck when she was caught hanging out with Dark Elves. Infuriated, her parents immediately began to scold and yell at her. However Lucia stuck her ground and defended them. Arguments and madness later, Lucia decided to leave her home. She couldn’t believe what her parents had become. Dark Elves had been mistreated and abandoned; and on top of that, Aklenroth’s ruling was terrible. Why didn’t they care anymore?

Lucia joined a unit of Light Elves forming against Aklenroth. It was there she learned of the high stakes mission to bring humans. Her excitement had been palpable. Unfortunately, her Dark Elf friends had been murdered in the dead of night. She has been on a mission to find the rebels ever since.






Physical Strengths:
⋆ Fast and agile
⋆ Archery and her magical staff
⋆ Good at foraging and hunting
⋆ She is stealthy and strategic

Physical Weaknesses:
⋆ Impulsive
⋆ Brute strength
⋆ Swimming/open water
⋆ Hand to hand combat

Subspecies
⋆ Light Elf