Name: You know, it's that thing people call you.
Alias/Nicknames: It's the thing people call you behind your back, right?
Race: Anything within reason, this is a fantasy RP not a sci-fi RP. Please not a few of the races traits, such as a tough hide or even the ability to see in the darkness.
Gender: ♂ or ♀
Background: A little bit of information on your characters life here in Everdark or wherever else they came from, it needn't be long just a paragraph or two.
Personality: Describe your characters various likes and dislikes, any fears or flaws they may have as well as any other characteristics you can think of to pretty much explain the eccentricities of your little monster brains.
Appearance: A picture of your character or a written description of what your character looks like, whichever suits you best.

Skills: Start with one combat skill and one non-combat skill.

• Combat Skill: It can be mundane or magical, within reason of course.
• Non-Combat Skill: It could range from herbalism to alchemy, or any crafting skill and it could also be a learntto skill like taming wild animals.

Possessions: Any items, clothing and equipment you carry on your person.

Name: Hecate
Alias/Nicknames: N/A
Race: Wraith (intangibility, weak telekinesis, flight, Susceptible to magic and magic weapons)
Gender: ♀
Background: Hecate was spawned from negative emotions of man and monster alike during a plague in a nearby town, and given form. She has been drifting around the Everdark for years. She got along well enough with the other monsters, as she didn't really take up room or resources. However, she did grow a love for cooking, despite not being able to eat herself, she'd often cook for her friends. During the attack, she made herself scarce, using her intangibility to avoid the adventurers. She was afraid and could feel the fear and anger in the halls as many people she once called friend met a grisly end.
Personality: Hecate is timid, and one would assume that the negative emotion she spawned from were mostly fear and sadness. She is soft-spoken, and her expression is usually one of sadness, however she has been seen smiling and enjoying herself too. She has a deep hatred for humans and the other races that thought to raid her home, though she had a distaste with them to begin with. She has a deep hidden anger within her as well, that's just waiting to burst. She is also vastly susceptible to magic and magic weapons, though normal weaponry passes right through her.
Appearance: Hecate has the face of a young woman, her face rounded and her eyes an eerie platinum white, just a shade brighter than the rest of herself, which is an ethereal and transparent white. She has long hair that wisps around in the air, the same platinum white as her eyes. She is covered by what appears to be tattered shrouds that hang down to her ankles. She has an eerie beauty to her that's equal parts alluring and repulsive.

Skills:
Combat Skill: Icy wind (A gust of freezing, bitter wind. Flurries and small shards of ice are present in the wind and can graze those she aims it at.
Non-Combat Skill: Cooking

Possessions: N/A

Name: The Spore that Speaks
Alias/Nickname: Swamp grass, salad, Spore, Shroom
Race: Myconid (Telekinesis through spores, vulnerable to fire, advantageous with wind as it spreads spores)
Gender: None
Background: No one really knows how The Spore that Speaks came to be. Some theorized that a gap in the dungeon walls caused fresh air to carry pollen which was given life by some mysterious powers. Others say that it was a druid’s spell gone wrong. The real reason though was more grounded. The Spore that Speaks was born out of necessity. There were a large amount of rotting bodies that once littered the dungeon. They were created to clean the mess and where corpses once stood now held colonies of fungi.
Personality: The Spore that Speaks is quite a timid creature, preferring to hide and run rather than fight. This is why most of their abilities are ones that incapacitate not kill. They leave the dirty work to the other creatures that prowl the dungeon’s halls and take care of what's left
Appearance:


Skills:
Combat skill: Paralyzing dust (They release golden clouds of dust that, upon inhalation, cause paralysis within a minute. The effect refreshes for as long as the target remains in the cloud)
Non-combat skill: Gardening

Possessions: A long withered staff overgrown with mushrooms that doubles as a walking stick and weapon.

Well versed in blood magics (i.e. blood rituals)
In future (summoning blood elementals, controlling the blood in a living body, ect)

Alchemy (potions, poisons, herbs, ect)

Blood ruital book, unholy symbols, robe with hidden pockets where he hides his stuff, blood blade