Name: Beatrix Fairglaive
Codename: The Scholar
Gender: Female
Age: Unknown
Race: ???

Appearance:


Personality: Ungodly intelligent, motherly, scary, mysterious. She seems to deeply care about the people under her care even going as far as making a guild for them all. However, despite her looks she has a rather rude mouth, and a attitude to match it.
Likes: The guild members, reading in peace, guns,
Dislikes: Noise, immoral people, misuse of magic
Fears: She will one day be all alone

Guild: Azure Dragon
Rank: Guild Master
Guild Tattoo: Right and left Shoulder blades
Meaning: The guild means family, a place to call home and a place to store her many, many books.

Magic: Paper Magic
Caster or Holder: Holder
Description: It is a Magic which allows the user to create and control paper in different ways for many different effects. Paper Magic allows the user to create paper with various properties unlike regular paper, such a origami beasts or paper fireworks etc. A enchanted book is needed to make unique paper magic, but without the book normal paper can be controlled and used.

History: {{I want to make her history match up with all of yours so go ahead}} She moved to this kingdom, set up a magic shop in the middle of the forest, grew to like you all over time and so sold her shop to obtain the guild hall. {That is the base information}}

Name: Orin Chains
Codename: Chained Beast
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Race:Human

Appearance:


Not again...

Personality: Strong willed, temper, cold, cares deep down, manly!
Likes: Fist fights, his pet the pink bird priscilla, beer, a good smoke
Dislikes: Weak people that do nothing to help themselves, people hurting what few freinds his has
Fears: Women {He is rather shy around all women apart from Beatrix}

Guild: Azure Dragon
Rank: Member
Guild Tattoo: Right Bicep
Meaning: It is his entire life, and a safe place from his former past

Magic: Bound Chain Magic / ???
Caster or Holder: Holder
Description: The shackles around his neck and arms restrict Orin's true magical abilities, however he has learned to be able to use the experimental shackles to his advantage by using the limitless chains as a method of magic, allowing him to pull of a sort of physical chain magic which is much stronger than that of normal chain magic that uses just pure magic. By touching a surface he can also make these chains embed into said surface or move through portals to their desired location. He also owns the sword Elifa, a weapon that grows as the magic users power dose, but due to his locked away power it is always a dagger.

History: Orin was to be a sacrifice to a monster that threatened his village, however when the boy emerged many years later on the 7th 7th 7th and started to speak of the lies that the governor of the kingdom had been telling them. Because of this he was almost arrested but with powerful magics he held off the police until the rune knights came for him where he was taken and locked away... Taking this chance the governor attempted to bind Orin and use his power as his own by using experimental shackles... However, when he was sent to kill a troublesome women she broke these bounds, but not the shackles, leaving him powerless... This women was Beatrix, and she took him far away from the kingdom to where they now reside, but unable to remove these chains she started to teach him how to use them to his advantage by imparting a little lost magic to the boy. Now a man he helps Beatrix to build the guild for everyone, calling her his mother as unlike his former one, she never gave up on him.

Music

Theme song
Name: Hector Rayne
Codename: Frozen Fang
Gender: Male
Age: 35
Race: Human

Appearance:
*no sword*



Personality: "Five words? Ill do it in two... Screw you!"
* he likes to work alone to make things more difficult, which will help him grow stronger faster. Though he acts like he doesn't care for anyone he can't help but help those who need help. Often acting like its a major burden to do so. He doesn't like to stay around in a place for to long and always wants some action, which is why becoming a member of the guild is a huge thing for him*
Likes: Fighting, the cold, alcohol, women of course,
Dislikes: Fire Wizards, cry baby's, cowards,
Fears: "Like I would tell you?"

Guild: Azure Dragon (joining)
Rank: C
Guild Tattoo: Forearm
Meaning: "It's important to Beatrix so it's important to me"

Magic: Ice Dragon Slayer
Caster or Holder: Caster
Description: Like all Dragonslayers he can eat his element to regain strength, (by freezing water he can do this but can't eat the ice he creates on his own) shoot blast of ice from his mouth, turn his arms into ice swords (like gajeel but they don't extend. Staying at about 3 feet in length)

History: When I was a kid I was able to be graced to know an Ice dragon who allowed me to train with her. Till I was 16, when I was 18 I came to know Beatrix... all you need to know is that we are good friends since then, during these past 12 years I've been offering my services to anyone who needed help having decided not to join a guild till now because of Beatrix.

*He doesn't brag about it but he is legend among bounty hunters as well as taking normal wizard jobs but he felt being a bounty hunter would further his skills faster. He always gets his mark and never failed a job. He is famous through the land but not many people know him since he tends to like being alone*

Name: Rukia
Codename: N/A
Age: 300
Gender: Female
Race: Demon

Appearance:


Personality:
Little is known of the demon Rukia.She portrays a rather ominous,cunning and assertive personality, Rukia is straight to the point to and fiercely honest about what she thinks and fits. She is level headed and albeit arrogant, stating that humans and demons are nothing more than ants and also shows no qualms about killing her own kind. Though reticent, she portrays a balanced contrast of being aloof and friendly, on a good note, she subtly shows twisted sorts of humor and fun.

Likes: Training, MEN and Humans, Playing musical instruments and worthy opponents.
Dislikes: Weaklings and slacking.
Fears: Those who are superior to her.

Guild: Mephistopheles, a dark guild that remains an enigma that works as a troupe of Mafia and smugglers, the dark guild Mephisto for short is a mercenary dark guild that acts neutral and chooses whatever side that fits.

Rank: B Class
Tattoo: Upper right arm
Symbol:

Meaning: The symbol of the Mephisto tattoo means to serve no one and only serve if ones offer is worthy, serve only oneself but worship its creator.
Magic:
The Curse of the Fox (Caster type)
-A foul curse that pertains to the usage of unnatural hellish flames and lightning, this curse surpasses fire magic in burning rate standards. When age determines power, Rukia is capable of burning through steel/metal into ash, it takes time slaughter humans and demons. Each tail possess cursed weapons that assists Rukia in battle, having three tails enables her to invoke strong waves of Firefox flames, the color of Rukia's flames are neon red with a mixture of white, silver flames is the highest degree of flames she could ever produce.

Her curses are:

Illusions: Basic usage for a Demon Fox.

First tail's weapon.
(Night of the Demon Blade)
-A blade that is designed to kill demons, it possess curse properties that allow the user to hurt a demon. The main curse is chanted at Latin, "Interfio!" It means perish, the blade unleashes a wave of flames in mid range that however the curse itself is basic thus it is inferior.

Second Tail's weapon.
(Scythe of the dragon)
-A double edged scythe that can be disconnected and be used as dual axes, it works as a boomerang and its curse is. "Ferveo!" which creates a swirling/whirling vortex of flames as an offensive attack in mid range.

Third Tail's weapon.
(Fan of the Phoenix)
-A war fan that is used for flame spread and defensive maneuver. It allows Rukia to release concentrated flames at sight. "Infernum de fuego!" Is the name of the silver phoenix spell, the firebird is its strongest attack that possess a large AoE which burns everything at sight. The fan has 3 phoenix feathered tails that are red in color.

Porta inferni detractos in tartarum(Gates of Tartarus)
-Purely invoking random blades that is launched as a projectile. Rukia can only make 100 blades and that's about it at full power. She can only materialize 2 blades at a time, she possess a hundred blades that can be refilled, that means if she loses two blades it becomes 98 and if she uses more, it goes down.

History:
Not much is known about Rukia, she was rumored once human and turned demon, apparently she possess a strong hatred for humans and demons, she sees them no different. She has no intention of killing them but rather her ambition is to abolish a certain dark guild. Mephistopheles is an independent yet branded Dark Guild that is "formed" by Rukia herself which is not true, there are 12 members including herself, the agenda of Mephistopheles remains unknown but they have killed countless people in the past as any dark guild would do. Rukia is considered as an Aetherius Demon and number 8.


Trivia: Rukia stays at her human form and only transforms partially by unleashing any of her 3 tails, the author does not know how would her demon form would look like, so she leaves it blank, Rukia does not have a demon form for now

Name: Elliot 'Ellie' Masterson
Codename: L
Gender: Female
Age: 27
Race: Human

Appearance:

Personality: Energetic, ambitious, feisty, kind, friendly.
Likes: Cats, apples, flute.
Dislikes: Pears, rude people, being bored
Fears: Oblivion.... -stares off into the distance-

Guild: Azure Dragon
Rank: C
Guild Tattoo: Upper left side of her chest
Meaning: "A place to grow and get stronger, faster, better. Oh, and friends..."

Magic: Fire Magic!... cx
Caster or Holder: Caster
Description: This magic allows the caster to manipulate, conjure, and control the element of fire. The magic can be conjured from various body parts or nearby surroundings. The magic can be amplified through items or weapons.

History:(Not really sure of yet... Will probably reveal in the Rp... >.<))

Name: Measha Kenomoeru Kendrick
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Race: Human

Appearance:

"May the flaming will and warm heart of the Kenomoeru family guide me in this battle"

Personality: At first glance Measha appears to be very disciplined and strict the way he walks and talks in a uniform like fashion, but this is only an appearance. Those who get to know him will find out he's very friendly, sincere and kind. He's straightforward and honest with people, a good listener with a sense of humor and very respectful to those superior to him. He will gladly go out of his way to help those in need, especially his friends, but don't let this kind image fool you, when it's time to get serious, Measha will be fierce, he loves to prove his worth. A natural sense of ambition and a cunning, crafty mindset, he can hold his own with ease.

Likes: Being active, training, finding different ways to improve himself. He loves to talk and get to know people, and enjoys helping, tea and eating, lots of eating, and Nature, Measha loves the outdoors and sunny days. Perfect for tea, training and eating, but relaxation is also important from time to time.
Dislikes: Liars, followers, those who don't speak for themselves or abuse the trust of him or other people. Cheaters are also an issue, along with laziness and excuses. Measha doesn't like when people are rude and mean to him or others, and will confront those who are. And the cold, anywhere that's cold.
Fears: Failure. not being good or strong enough, not living a fulfilled life, loneliness, isolation, feeling weak or inferior. He's also claustrophobic, and can't stand closed or tight spaces.

Guild: Azure Dragon
Rank: D Rank
Guild Tattoo: Forearm
Meaning: A place to do good, help people, become stronger, achieve his goals and practice his ambitions, enjoy the company of others overall, this guild is a chance to become a better person and enjoy his time doing so.

Magic: Flaming Fists (Pyrokinetic Magic)
Caster or Holder: Caster
Description: Pyrokinetic Combat is a Hand to Hand fighting style that incorporates the use of Fire Magic. When activated at will, the body temperature of Measha merge's with the wind and air of the environment allowing him to generate flames in his hands and feet in a moments notice. Measha is naturally fast, and uses this speed to attack opponents head on using Martial Arts, each punch and kick accompanied by flames, increasing the damage dealt. The ability to generate these flames lies solely in the temperature of Measha's body. The colder the environment, the weaker his attacks are.

Whirlwind: Measha begins to spin in place (similar to that of a ballet dancer) using the momentum to generate flames that begin to surround the area around him, Measha begins to increase his speed thus making the surrounding flames larger, and finishes off by guiding the flames with a push like gesture launching a fireball at high speeds towards the target/opponent.

Flame Cloak: Measha begins to spin in a similar fashion as used in the Whirlwind technique, but instead of launching the flames towards the target he focuses them on surrounding his body, thus creating a large cloak of fire surrounding his entire body, he may then move the fire surrounding him at will using attacks, for example: Measha may punch and kick an opponent standing 10 yards in front of him, when he motions to punch, the flames surrounding him extend from the arm formed as a fist and launch towards the opponent, making contact and doing damage, and then disperse as the next punch/kick begins to extend. If the opponent dodges the flame will merely disperse into the air.

Flame Clones: To activate this technique Measha first must be surrounded by his Flame Cloak. He then crouches down, putting his hands together, concentrating the energy of the fire surrounding his body to take his form, and begin to move about with a mind of its own and attack the opponent. Measha may generate up to 4 of these clones, the more generated, the weaker Measha becomes a each take 1/4th of his Magic. If a clone is defeated the energy returns to Measha's body. If the maximum of 4 clones are generated Measha's attacks will no longer generate fire, and he will only be able to attack and defend himself naturally using his knowledge of martial arts.

History: Measha was born in a small village to a local merchant, Fargo Kendrick and his wife Selena Kendrick. He was to inherit the family business of trade and merchandise, which was doing considerably well, but Measha couldn't help but find it all dull and boring, and felt he was meant for more than just trading. Even so he continued to work with the family, it was his responsibility and he would live up to it. When Measha was 10, an old man moved into the village, nobody knew his name, and took to calling him Sensei due to his obvious Japanese background. Always wearing robes with japanese writing and tattered sandals, the old man known as sensei would merely walk around the village aimlessly, conversing, giving advice and helping where he could.

One day, the old man came to browse the merchants shop Measha would soon inherit. On this day Measha happened to be working in the shop, and began to recommend items for sale the old man could make use of. They ended up talking for a bit, and the Sensei took a liking to Measha, and invited him to visit his home some day, bought some remedies and fruits, then bid him farewell.

Measha was curious, besides the fact there was nothing to do, and so he took up Sensei's offer and decided to visit him. They enjoyed a special brew of tea developed by Sensei's family years ago, and conversed. Unbeknownst to Measha, Sensei wasn't merely conversing with him for fun. Sensei wanted to determine his worth, whether or not Measha was a good person, and would do good to the world.

Eventually Sensei reached a decision, and revealed to Measha a secret room in Sensei's home, the walls covered in Japanese monologues, paintings, and custom armor. In the middle of the room stood a unique set of clothing worn by a mannequin, with the word "Kenomoeru" engraved on the left arm, meaning "Flaming Fists" Measha was at awe. Sensei then began to read a book which also had the word "Kenomoeru" engraved on the front.

The book told of Sensei's family, the Kenomoeru, creators and masters of the Pyrokinetic fighting style, and their war with a rival clan known as the Hyuuga, who also managed to master the Pyrokinetic fighting style, but believed that power like this should be used to inflict fear upon the people and kill any and all who oppose their ideals and culture. Where as the Kenomoeru thought the opposite, and believed it should be used to help those in need, and keep people safe from danger. Over the years they fought, but the evil, anger desire and will of the Hyuuga prevailed. The numbers of the Kenomoeru family began to dwindle, eventually becoming instinct.

Sensei is the last member of the Kenomoeru family, and has been wandering for years, letting fate guide him to a successor, whom he may pass on the teachings and ideology of the Kenomoeru. He was not looking for a strong, mighty warrior, as they could be led onto the same path as the Hyuuga. Sensei searched for someone with good in their heart, and a passion for friends and family. Sensei proposed to Measha that he would teach him the lost art of the Kenomoeru fighting style, only if he promised to carry on the will and heart of the Kenomoeru Family. Measha agreed, and on that day, his training began.

for 6 years Measha trained in secret with Sensei, first adapting to the fighting style of the Kenomoeru, and eventually learning to generate fire, and incorporate them into his attacks. At 16 Measha was a fine warrior, but over time, Sensei grew older, and became sick. Each day becoming weaker than the one before, he warned Measha that his time will soon be up, but to not be worried, or sad, Sensei felt that he lived a full, prosperous life, and he would live on through Measha.

One night, a group of five warriors arrived to the village, all masters of the Flaming Fist. They were Hyuuga, and had tracked down the last trace of the Kenomoeru family. Leaving nothing to chance, they began to burn the village to the ground, and killing all who attempted to escape. Measha awoke to his family business in flames, and ran to find Sensei, luckily, his house was untouched. Inside, Sensei stood among his families belongings, holding the unique clothing bestowed to those inducted into the Kenomoeru family. As Measha arrived, Sensei commanded that he run. He would not survive the onslaught of the Hyuuga, he had to escape. Measha pleaded for Sensei to join him, but he refused. Measha was ready to go on his own, and he would only slow him down. Sensei presented the Kenomoeru uniform to Measha, and he accepted, then ran as the five Hyuuga warriors approached the house. Sensei prepared for one final whirlwind attack, as Measha ran into the night, Sensei's house burst into a mighty flame, killing him, along with the 5 Hyuuga members.

For three years Measha wandered, distraught at the loss of his village, family, and Sensei. But he felt the will and fire of the Kenomoeru within him, and so he carried on. Moving village to village, helping whenever and wherever he could, training everyday. Eventually he came across a sheet of paper, flying in the wind. It read; Welcome to your new guild hall members! Within this story you're a group of wizards, formally just a gang of friends hanging around a women's cabin, has somehow obtained the right to be called a magical guild! Your guild master has pulled many strings to get you people this, to start a guild from the ground up and take it to the very top of the build rankings! Be you man or women you have all gathered bonds to one another, be them weak or strong. Now it is the time to show what they really mean to you

He was off to join the Guild.

It's time...


Name: Kaldis Felwrit

Codename: "Uh...some of my old 'friends' called me Oisin."

Gender: Male

Age: 19

Race: “I’m uh...pretty sure I’m human...b-but the antlers aren’t really that noticeable, are they?”

Appearance:


Personality: Kaldis is extremely hardworking when it comes to most anything, though that’s only when he’s awake, and he isn’t particularly inclined to help anybody when he’s sleep deprived. He is extremely shy around others, almost completely avoiding direct eye contact or talking to them, though he’s much more open to his guild members. While he tends to shy away from strangers, he tries to be on his best behaviour around everybody, and

Likes: Apples, construction, napping, cooking, pleasant idle conversation, whittling, and

Dislikes: Loud noises, being disturbed while napping, cold places, shoddy construction work, people making fun of his antlers.

Fears: Freezing to death, things he’s built being destroyed, accidentally hurting someone with his horns.

Guild: Azure Dragon

Rank: Member/Carpenter

Guild Tattoo: Left forearm

Meaning: “Well, I-I like it here, it’s nice, it’s warm, people here are friendly, and I can’t really find work anywhere else...not many people need an unlicensed carpenter.”

Magic: Wood-Make Magic

Caster or Holder: Caster

Description: Kaldis’ Wood-Make magic is fairly self-explanatory, he can create constructs out of wood using his magical energy to form them from nothing. The only exception to his magic is that on occasion, the wood will actually have two small twigs on it with small leaves growing off of them, sometimes full branches grow off for no reason, and the wood itself resembles Cherry Wood. He prefers to use two hands to make the constructs more effectively, but he can do smaller constructs with one hand.

History: Kaldis was abandoned in a small plot of land just outside a relatively small town, where his real parents are, or WHAT they are, he has absolutely no idea, but he was fortunate enough to get taken in by a kindly woman, the town’s sole carpenter. She was the closest thing to a mother he’d ever had, and she even gave him a proper name, as well as a home to call his own, despite him probably not even being human.

The other townsfolk didn’t take as well to his deformities as she did, many believing his antlers and odd ears to be a sign of him being a monster, the other children were even encouraged to harass him. Being a kind and gentle soul as a child, he refused to fight back, no matter how badly they tried to hurt him. His adoptive mother did her best to support him through all of this, but it never really stopped, it only lessened slightly in severity. Something inside of him...changed somehow. At age 18, he finally snapped, his boiling point had been reached, and with absolutely unbridled anger, he broke one of his aggressor's left arm, left leg, and several of his ribs in a fight. This didn’t help him in the slightest, but damn did it make him feel better, though now since his antlers had grown to full length the whole town began shouting of pagan daemonic magic and the like. Realizing that he was only making life harder for his mother, he made a hard choice and abandoned the only home he’d ever known and began travelling the countryside, picking up what work he could with the skills and magic he learned from his foster mother.

Eventually he made his way to some city he didn’t know, where apparently you needed something called a “license” to be a carpenter there...who knew? Didn’t stop him from trying to get work, luckily, he'd received word from home that some friend of his mother's was looking for someone to convert a homestead into a full-blown mages' guild. Jumping at the chance to finally get some real work done he set to work immediately, and was pleasantly surprised by just how...nice everyone there seemed. He didn’t really feel like anybody there harassed him, it felt...good. For once he felt normal. When the decision was made to convert the cabin into a guild hall, Kaldis took it upon himself to make sure that those carpenters with actual “licenses” did their work right, and to make sure the place wouldn't spring a leak.

Extra:-When his anger has reached reached its boiling point, his antlers grow to their “full size”, extending well beyond 4ft.
-He files his horns down so he doesn’t accidentally hurt someone, they also grow back at a rapid pace, to the point where he has to file them weekly to keep them in check.

Name: Orion
Codename:
Gender: M
Age: 14
Race: wizard

Appearance:

Personality: rough, honest, blunt, sarcastic, fair
Likes: food, eating and drinking
Dislikes: being hungry
Fears: a world without food

Guild: Azure Dragon
Rank: B?
Guild Tattoo: Center of his chest
Meaning: Family (food)

Magic: Imagine -make (or magic make)
Caster or Holder: Caster
Description: A molder-magic subset that focuses on the manifestation and solidification of magical power instead of a specific element. the constructs created tend to glow white and like all molder magics it is based solely on imagination. While it is possible to great dynamic constructs they take much more effort and energy to make and control, depending on size and complexity. The strength of static constructs are based on a emotional equation. (Willpower+imagination)/magic power.
Orion can use both dynamic and static constructs but his dynamics are only ever supplementary, such as creating wings to fly.
Dynamic constructs include but are not limited to, shields, daggers, weapons bow and arrows. Floating stepping disks.
Unlike elemental make magics like ice and wood, the created construct doesn’t remain. Therefor once the spell is over it disappears. He can maintain it if he chooses to but it takes focus and magic power.

History: a City kid who life could have dealt a better hand to. When his mother passed away he was only 6. She had been sick and she wasn’t suffering anymore. He knew that and even though it hurt he was taking it much better than his father was. His father was actually a decent man before his wifes sickness. A devoted husband and father and a hard worker. But after the his wife died it was just him and Orion. The father spiral downward and though still had an admirable work ethic, spent more time at the bar then with his son. Orion would often go with him to the bar and obviously its no place for a kid but he did his best not to complain. When the owner asked him why he was always “sneaking” in he explained the situation to her about his father. While not exactly a heart breaking story the lady was nice enough to let him alone so long as he caused no trouble. But he never did, in fact he usually quietly helped out during the less rowdy hours of operations. At age 8 it was simple things, whipping tables and pushing in chairs. But it was around that year that one of the bar maids younger sister, kerenza, also started showing up around there. Their introduction to each other had been awkward and considering how fast kids become friends….they didn’t click at all.

It wasn’t until a whole year later that they actually started getting along. And by getting along of course it means they had more of a rivalry than a friendship, but at least it was still a healthy relationship right? they competed over everything when they were together up until Orion learned that she was learning magic. Slightly jealous and not to be outdone he started training too. At first they worked independently of each other but that quickly turned into fuel for their rivalry

As the years pressed on Orions father hadn’t changed, he would work, go to the bar, go home drunk…sleep…. Get up and go to work. He barely spoke to Orion and more and Orion barely spoke to him. That is until Orions 13th birthday. When orion got home his father was waiting for him. Redflags went off in Orions head but he and his father had a very long, sober conversation about how proud Orions mother would be of him, and other sappy things. The conversation ended with the father giving the son a coupon to some magic shop in the woods. some present.

The next day he went to the magic shop in the woods. Orion expected a little rinky dink shop but what they discovered was the beginning of a brand new chapter on life. the first step toward the azure dragon guild that he would eventually join. It wasnt much later that he was initiated but kept it a secret from Kerenza. every advantage he had he would keep to himself so she wouldn't try to undermine it. It worked for a while....until she joined to.

Name: Noize
Codename: The Lightning Samurai
Gender: Male
Age: 34
Race: Human

Appearance:



"Ha! If you thought that was going to finish me you should really start running, these are your final moments."

Personality: It's difficult to tell whether Noize is too confident or too cocky, but there's no doubt he's as conceited about his ability as one can be, which will be his downfall. But if you mistake his attitude for his ability, that will be yours. Whether he's fighting or merely talking, Noize is always dissecting and analyzing his enemy, or ally, and never forgets a face or a voice. He's cunning and opportunistic by nature, and will exploit any given weakness without hesitation if it benefits him. He dislikes working with others, but he won't let his attitude get in the way with a mission, and will cooperate when necessary, or specifically, only when necessary. Noize has a demented sense of humor and takes pleasure in other peoples pain and suffering. Randomly and without warning Noize will shift into a no nonsense and completely serious attitude, he will be absolutely straightforward and completely ignore anyone or anything that's irrelevant to the current situation.
Likes: Being the center of attention, watching others pain and suffering, admiration, the smell of blood, the moon and the clouds.
Dislikes: Disrespect, followers, cowards, weakness.
Fears: Defeat, humiliation, being away from his katana.

Guild: Mephistopheles
Rank: B Class
Guild Tattoo: Chest
Meaning: "Death, destruction, chaos, the works."

Magic: Lightning Magic / Lightning Blade Technique / Blue Katana
Caster or Holder: Holder
Description: The Lightning Blade Technique allows the Holder to conjure, manipulate, and control lightning with the use of a sword. Noize has combined this technique along with his own knowledge of Lightning Magic to develop his own signature type of magic known as the "Blue Katana"

Spells

Lightning Bolt: Noize concentrates a specific amount of magic into his blade before shooting a standard lightning bolt at the target.

Absolute Bolt: Noize concentrates a much larger amount of magic into his blade, and instead shoot's a barrage of lightning bolts at the target.

Static Blade: Lightning surrounds Noize's blade and extends the length and reach of the weapon to 10 ft. Each attack that lands on the opponent or target will shock their entire body.

Lightning Blade Barrage: Noize begins to repeatedly slash his sword from a distance launching a constant amount of lightning at his enemy. (To use this spell Noize must first cast Static Blade)

Lightning Protect: Noize grips his sword with both hands and takes a defensive stance. He then conjures an aura of lightning that surrounds his body and absorbs the impact from attacks, greatly reducing the amount of damage dealt. It may only absorb a certain amount of damage before breaking. Noize cannot move from his stance, or the aura will disperse.

Blue Katana / Electrocution: Noize grips his sword with both hands and places the tip of the blade on the ground, lightning begins to move across the floor towards the opponent. Once the lightning makes contact the opponent will be electrocuted.

Blue Katana / Lightning Speed: Noize charges a large amount of lightning magic into his feet before bursting towards the opponent at the speed of light and slashing them with his sword. The attack deals heavy damage but Noize must charge his magic for a moment, and afterwards he will be paralyzed for a few seconds whether he made contact or not.

History:

The Lightning Samurai is known across the land as one of the deadliest swordsman in the world. His reputation for mindless death and destruction is what earned him his spot in Mephistopheles at number 6. Before joining the guild Noize spent his free time eradicating defenseless villages before eventually destroying half of a small town known as Astas and causing the death of several dozen citizens. Word spread and several high bounties were put on Noize's head forcing him to go into hiding. It was during this time he developed and perfected his "Blue Katana" technique, and was eventually recruited by the Mephistopheles Guildmaster. Noize accepted, knowing it would be safer to reside in a guild, and easier to practice his addiction to death and destruction.

Name: Kael
Codename: Heavenly Winds
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Race: Human

Appearance:


Personality: Laid-back, Tolerant (to a point)
Likes: Relaxing, Massages (giving or receiving), Freedom of the wind, pizza (with bacon), music, learning new magic
Dislikes: Very serious people, Crowds, slavers
Fears: Being confined, losing his pizza

Guild: Azure Dragon
Rank: B-Rank
Guild Tattoo: Full-back tattoo
Meaning: A place to relax and to be free

Magic: Wind magic
Caster or Holder: Caster
Description:
Wind Blade: The user moves their hands in a pattern and fires several blades of wind at their target.

Flight: "Hey, look, mommy, I'm flying!" "That's nice, dear." It it what you expect.

Storm Bringer: An offensive spell in which the user moves their hand in a pattern, manipulating the surrounding wind and releasing it as a tornado towards the target. Once this tornado reaches the target, it spins and sends them flying
Magic Wind Palm: The user claps both their hands together, releasing a highly destructive tornado

History:
] As a child, Kael had felt the need to be in the outdoors. He would run around, going over hills, wherever the wind would take him. This all changed when he was caught by slavers in the look for workers in the mines. He was shackled and put to work deep underground, where he would have to defend himself from the guards who looked for "entertainment" and from the other slaves who were looking for more to eat. Kael did not discouraged from the work, because it helped him, but the thing that was torturing him was his loss of freedom.

After several years, when Kael entered the world as a teenager, his magic came about. It manifested with the winds returning inside the mine when he had been taken by the guards. The winds returned with a vengeance, cutting up the guard into pieces, but leaving him alive. Taking this chance, Kael ran. He searched for the entrance into the caves. Any of the guards who got in his way suffered the same fate. Finally, he emerged from the darkness to enter into the night sky. He looked up and felt the glare of the stars on him and the wind on his back, as if pushing him on.

He began to travel away from the mine, never looking back until he saw a star moving towards him one night. Kael stopped when he saw this when the star touched ground. He began to run where it sat and found a old man, stroking his beard while petting a small lizard. He muttered to himself until seeing the young boy who had appeared. Kael asked him who he was, but the newcomer simply smiled. Taking up his courage, Kael asked him how to do what he did.

From that moment, until he became seventeen, Kael was taught how to control his magic and learned parts of the magic the old man knew. Then, one night, the man mysteriously disappeared. Kael searched everywhere, but found nothing. He decided to head towards a town where he heard of a new guild being formed. He traveled to there, because he knew that he would need help to control his power and maybe learn more.

Name: Sam Rothson
Codename: Doesn't have one yet, really wants to have one though.
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Race: Human, though his father claims there is lizard men blood in his family tree somewhere, there is no evidence ot support this.

Appearance:

Looking a bit younger than he is, he stands only 1,6 meters tall. He has short jet-black hair and bloodshot green eyes.

Personality: Excitable, erratic, proud, naive, restless
Likes: Water, Horace, bagpipes, displays of magic, anything or anyone he considers beautiful
Dislikes: cannibalism, physical pain, combat, doing nothing
Fears: Being alone, physical pain, emotional pain: never felt it, but dreads it since everyone he's ever asked confirms that it's worse than physical pain.

Guild: None yet.
Rank: nobody
Guild Tattoo: He intends to have it displayed large on his upper back.
Meaning: A source of entertainment and opportunities.

Magic: Potion magic
Caster or Holder: Holder: he needs boiling water and at least one other component.
Description:
Given time, water and the right component Sam can cook up potions that hold magic power which can later be drunk.

How they are made:
- The wizard concentrates on a body of boiling water (usually a kettle) and stirs slowly. Added to that are one or more components. These components determine the effect of the potion once the concoction is complete. Drinking a potion before it is done is a very, very, very bad idea. Sam knows this very well although he has no idea what'll happen.
- There are 3 things the wizard looks for in a component: Symbology, purity, rarity.
Symbology: A tear can stand for sadness, a feather for freedom, sand for time or famine, etc.
Purity: The more pure the component is the more pure the effect, the more contaminants in the potion the larger the chance of side effects. The same foes for the water, if you use filthy water you are using a lot of unwanted components. Crafting a potion in swamp water is basically rolling the dice.
Rarity: Special components hold more power. Sure a regular feather might get you a decent levitation potion, but a hawk tail feather will get you some serious flight. Now imagine what the tail feather of a phoenix would accomplish.
- The components can be replaced or supplemented with direct magic from an outside source, this requires charged larcima or teamwork with another mage. The potion created will most likely hold the same magic as the helping wizard casted.
- A strong emotion or thought can be used as a component, the person in question needs to actively assist in crafting the potion for this to work. Unless the emotion is very strong this is generally regarded a weak component, but a component nonetheless.

Possible results: Things the potions might do when imbibed:
- Enhance or reduce an already owned attribute: strength, health, reaction speed, energy, magic skill (not power, but control), ability to lie, senses, etc.
- Grant a simple magic ability: flight, resistance to fire, sense magic, see in the dark, breathe underwater, etc.
- Imbue with a strong emotion or feeling: happiness, sorrow, love, hatred, dejavu (a personal favorite), stress, calm, boredom, excitement, etc.

The rules:
- The drinker has whatever is in the potion cast upon him or herself. The drinker doesn't need to use magic or even know there is magic in the drink at all. Naturally the potion can be put in someone's food or drink, but unless specifically made to be taste- and odor-less the consumer will notice something fishy is up.
- Using more water to create more potion is pointless since it holds the same amount of magic. One spell per potion, having more liquid just means needing to drink more for the potion to take effect.
- The drinker needs to imbibe at least half the potion for the magic to take effect, when it does the rest of the liquid becomes inert. If a potion is divided over 2 people the one who drinks most gets the spell, if divided equally over 3 no one gets any magic and the potion is wasted.
- The potency of the potion depends on the quality of the component, the skill of the caster(Sam) and the duration spend making the potion.
- Crafting the potion takes at least one minute but can be prolonged as long as the wizard can stay awake.

Examples:
Sam wants to make an energy potion. He fills a kettle with pure spring water and brings it to boiling point. He then adds various sorts of sugar to a plate and sets it on fire, as the sugar caramelizes he adds it to the pot while stirring. Since he never crafted this potion before he is very exited about the outcome. This turns out to be included in the spell as a side effect. When drunk the potion will fill the drinker with energy much like a sugar rush, he or she will also feel extremely exited. A lucky combination.

Sam wants to make a fire resistance potion. For his components he uses the slime of a salamander, the ashes of a campfire and the sweat of a fire using wizard. The potion is a success and protects the drinker from fire, however it tastes absolutely awful and the fire wizard was very weirded out by Sam.

History:
Sam was a difficult child. He had the smarts, just not the attention span or the interest for school and, since he saw display of authority as a challenge, he spend most of his school career in the school directors office twiddling his thumbs.
But when the headmaster was out and he was alone, he played with the stuff in the directors office. The director was a well known potion specialist and although he didn't know it, Sam was his aprentice. This went on for years. For hours on end he made his way through dusty old tomes and experimented with different brews.

By the time his secret was found out he had raided the entire supply of magical ingredients and become a self thought novice wizard. The school director was not pleased and kicked him out. Sam's parents went to look for a different school but Sam had other plans. Nowhere in this town would he find a magic supply as ready as the directors, he would find these components in the wilderness. So he struck out on adventure.
Naturally it only took him about 2 weeks to get himself stranded on an island in the middle of the ocean, to this day he has no idea how that happened.

So Sam's stuck, marooned on a small island. Luckily the island wasn't abandoned. In the jungle there lived savage humans, who in turn where less lucky since they had only raccoon to eat. Naturally they where cannibals, since raccoon for breakfast, lunch and dinner is just too much.
Needless to say Sam had trouble fitting in and ended up teaching the local shaman some tricks to avoid getting eaten himself. The shaman's name was Horace and Horace has the saddest story you've ever heard. (or at least he will tell you)
Horace had an enemy, a large fire elemental that lived in the volcano at the center of the island. Together with Sam he had concocted a potion that would turn him into the thing he hated the most. He would become as powerful as the elemental and this added to his knowledge of magic would make him more powerful than his enemy. A little flaw in his plan was that it turned out there was one thing he hated more than his enemy: his food. The potion turned Horace into a raccoon.
A few weeks after this Sam found passage on a large trading vessel that happened to sail by. Horace came with since the other tribesmen would only see him as a raccoon.

A few weeks of skulking around in the shadows later (did I mention he wasn't invited on this ship?) the trade ship was attacked by pirates! Salem was discovered when migrating to a home that wasn't sinking, and had no other choice but to join as a pirate. The pirate captain was a lot smarter than he let on and it didn't take long for him to figure out Sam's abilities. He decided he wanted the super powers and tried to force Sam into crafting the ultimate potion for him. Naturally Sam's was to young and inexperienced a wizard and a bit to much of a dick to give him what he wanted. By the time the dread pirate figured out he'd been made to permanently smell strongly of anchovy, Sam had stolen a life raft and peddled to shore.

When he arrived on shore he was hungry, tired and in shock. Horace found a few fishermen whom Sam could steal supplies from. Salem walked inland for another few days until he found a town. He hoped he could find a place to sleep there, at least temporary.

Name: Lach (Lock)
Codename: The Blood Samurai
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Race: Human

Appearance:


Because of his Magic he has Scars all over his body, and its normal for him to have wrappings on his hands and forearms, even on his torso.


Personality: Loyal, Charming, Mischievous, Relaxe,d Dedicated
Likes: Fighting.... Sleeping...Getting money, women
Dislikes: people who cant take jokes, bullies, being called chicken
Fears: Dying, its why he trains so hard,

Guild: Azure Dragon
Rank: D
Guild Tattoo: Left side of his neck
Meaning: A chance to work with others, a family.

Magic: Blood Sacrifice
Caster or Holder: Caster
Description: This magic is not like any other, Lach must sacrifice his blood (By cutting himself) and some how throw his blood onto his opponent. If he succeeds it negates the opponents Magical power (unless he has an item which it doesn't effect.) If the opponent doesn't wipe the blood off completely its power remains this is extra hard if the opponent has it on his clothes thick enough to touch his skin, which means he or she would have to remove that clothing.
Also because his magic works only when he gets blood on the opponent he has to resort to his speed and agility to survive and to get close enough.

History: Lach grew up ina small village with his grand father, who was a scholar of Magic, who was a great Wizard himself. Despite having a Grandfather and a Father (Who died from ammonia) who were wizards he himself could not use magic of any kind. After learning this his Grandfather devoted himself to find the reason.

Because of this he was picked on a lot by other kids, and often got into many fights. So he learned how to defend himself, and soon started winning fights against kids who could use magic against him. it just seemed every time he would get a good licking his luck would change and he manage to overcome his adversary. It was after one of these fights his Grandfather received a clue, while cleaning up his blood he realized he couldnt use magic anymore (As he used it just before he touched the blood) Soon he came up with an Answer, Which was a Forgotten art that his own ancestors created to fight off Wizards, Called the Blood Sacrifice. The actual technique to apply to one self was completely forgotten but it was known for the children to inherit this ability, not every time but sometimes...even skipping multiple generations. It was created for the use of non magic users for an edge against the wizards they fought.

After learning this he trained even harder with his weapon skills and toughening himself against pain, as he would have to cut himself to make this work. Since his training has nothing to do with his magic for he has no way of making it better or stronger he focuses on his swordplay and conditioning which will give him the edge against any who also wield a weapon but also have to focus on their magic as well. He made a name for himself as the Blood Samurai, for obvious reasons. He became a mercenary for a while to earn some money but it was too lonely for him so thats when he decided to join a guild, Azure Dragon seemed to be the fit right
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Name: Elizabeth Lockhart
Codename: Nope, None. Just, Eli.
Gender: Female? Duh.
Age: 21
Race: Humaaaaan



Personality:
~Sweet
~Calm
~Brave
~Straightforward(Says whatever is on her mind.)
~Respectful
~Bit of a bad side, just dont try to get me there. *Gigglessssss*
~She is also shy around boys.
Likes: Eli loooves Animals, except for insects...well some. The color pink is an obsession for Eli. Ofcourse, she loves magic, who wouldn't? Eli is a flower girl, she loves to plant, water them and watch em grow. She loves healthy food, but she could eat a hamburger or what not, but fruits is a major thing for her.
Dislikes: Eli has a thing over Pizza, she hates them and dosen't ever want to take a bite out of them. Theyy had a history in the past. She also hates when people treat animals like they aren't living. Eli also hates evil, like the dark guilds and all. Mhm, she does.
Fears: Eli fears over snakes :(

Guild: Azureeee Dragon!
Rank: Member ^_^
Guild Tattoo: Right top shoulder.
Meaning: This guild means alot to Eli. Especially because they accepted her! Even the members accepted her as part of the family. They are all her families.

Magic: Plant Magic
Caster or Holder: Caster and Holder
Description: Eli loves everything that has to do with plants. She could control plants with rapid-growing during battle. The plants ar

Name: Margaret Snow
Codename: The Fallen
Gender: Female
Age: 25
Race: Human

Appearance:


Personality: Margaret is described to be very intimidating, stern and an all business type of girl. She carries a lot of burdens with her and is easily agitated by the smallest of things. She's also a very faithful person, being known to pray and meditate a lot.
Likes: Animals, her fellow guild member (Even if she doesn't show it) and trying new things.
Dislikes: stubborn people, sweets, alcohol and being forced to harm others
Fears:

Magic: Take Over: Angel Soul
Caster or Holder: Caster
Description: Margaret can use her Take-over magic to assume the form of well known Angels from various lore. She can perform full take overs as well as partial ones.

Take Over Angel Soul - Wings of Melchizedek - A Partial take over that changes Margaret's arms and legs to have a thin membrane between them similar to a bat. The Wings of Melchizedek allow Margaret to fly at high speeds, but the membrane is fragile and can be torn easily.

Take Over Angel Soul - Right Eye of the Dominion - A Partial take over that transforms Margaret's right eye into a strange, almost bird-like eye. the veins around this eye become more defined. The Eye of the Dominion allows Margaret the ability of concilium, the power to control the minds of others through eye contact. Once contact is established she can issue out a single command for them to follow. The greater the command, the easier it is to overcome the mind control.

Take Over Angel Soul - Throne - A full body Take Over that turns Margaret into Throne, an angelic being capable of using Holy Fire. The spells Throne is capable of using are;

Flight - Throne is able to float and soar through the air like most angels.

Arcane Mastery - Magic Power regenerates incredibly quickly while in the Throne Take Over

Consecration - A wave of Holy Fire to bring down enemies.

Holy Nova - Throne's wheel of justice spins rapidly, shooting balls of fire in random directions from it's torches.

Penance - Throne throws out his wheel of justice like a chakram, sending a swirling vortex of holy flames in the direction the wheel is heading.

Take Over Angel Soul : Power - A full body take over that turns Margaret into Power, an Angelic Being who wields a holy sword and shield and is a warrior of God. The abilities he has are;

Flight - Power, like all angels, is able to fly. He has a pair of beautiful white wings.

Reinforced Armor - Power's armor is holy, making it far more resilient than regular armor.

Blade of Smiting - Power's longsword is holy, allowing his strikes to cut through magic itself.

Execute - Power dives to the ground, stabbing his holy sword into the earth. The strength of this attack releases a giant shockwave before a giant, golden sword of light drops down from the sky to strike an enemy.

History: Margaret had always grown up with the church. Her family was religious and they attended the sermons regularly. She was an active follower of God and strived to live her life by the words he had spoken. There was so much beauty in the teachings of the church; the idea that we were all equal and that all life was sacred no matter how insignificant it seemed. She showed kindness to everyone, knowing that if she lived a good life that God would reward her in some way. She abstained for the entirety of her adolescence, saving herself for marriage. There was a couple of boys who she had had impure thoughts of, and one particular boy had caught her attention to the point where she found herself practically swooning over him. She eventually got up the courage to ask her out, even despite her parents warning. They thought that she was exposing herself to sin, but she was too obsessed to care. The night she spent with him was the greatest she'd ever felt in her life. No religious rules to hold her back from saying and doing what she wanted around him, and she was free to love him as much as she wanted.

It became clear that this wasn't his intention. While he had been playing the part of a gentlemen that night, his intentions were most certainly evil. After slipping something into one of her drinks, Margaret began to realise that she was in trouble; but it was too late. When she awoke, she was tied up in the back of an alleyway, several men standing over her. She had been stripped of her clothes, and soon realized that this was not the only thing they had taken from her. Mortified and frightened, she cried for help but they quickly struck her across the face. They were preparing to violate her once again, but a bright light from behind them caught their attention. Margaret had never seen anything so beautiful; it was an angel. The angel charged at them, quickly slaughtering all of the men without a hesitation. Margaret had no idea that a servant of the lord could be so violent, but when the angels form began to melt away into that of a handsome young man it became clear that it was no angel who had saved her.

She recognized the man as one of the people who attended her local church, a man named Jacob. He offered her his coat, keeping her warm as they returned to their church. Things spiraled down from there, as Margaret was accused of being a whore possessed by the devil for being so foolishly tricked. They shunned her from the church, but Jacob wouldn't stand for such a thing. He left the church with her and together they moved far away to live in peace. Jacob taught Margaret magic, and while it was interesting to learn such a craft; Margaret was more interested in the growing love between them. It was softer than what she had felt that dreadful night, but somehow it felt more real. She knew she could trust him, and they had plans of being married and having children.

Margaret was shopping one day when she began to talk to this lady named Beatrix. Beatrix was starting up her own wizards guild and asked for Margaret to join her. Margaret couldn't wait to tell Jacob, but when she returned home he was nowhere to be found. She never found out where Jacob went, and why he left all of a sudden. She fears that it was her, that she was too uptight and clingy, but she would never know until she found him. She joined Azure Dragon out of fear of being alone again, and discovered the people to be a delight; yet she seems to have trouble being comfortable around them.

Name: Sophia (Surname unknown)
Codename: Inky (Inky Veil)
Gender: Female
Age: 15/16 (I'm not quite set with this... I was planning to make her on of the youngest members, but there are already so many youngsters in this guild I think I'll have to age her a little or guild won't have any members of decent age xD)
Race: Human

Appearance:
((WIP, I'll finish soon))
PS: She's extremelly pale, with pitch black eyes and hair. Her clothes are always just black and white, usually a bit lolita or schoolgirl styled. Her build is short and petite, being rather small, skinny and a late bloomer.

Personality: Compassionate, selfless, sincere, sounds too mature for her years, very polite, but shy, unconfident, often too sensitive and poorly organized.
Likes: Her inky creations, learning, silence, books, intellectual challenges, stories, other guild members, hugs
Dislikes: Noise, shouting, alcohol, having to make rash decisions, being exposed in front of a large number of people
Fears: Disappointing people (especially older guild members), being seen as a bad person, rejection, small, dark ro crammed spaces, fighting up front with someone

Guild: Azure Dragon
Rank: Guild member (apprentice in training)
Guild Tattoo: Over her right collar bone.
Meaning: Family, home, friends and safety that she never before knew, as well as a place where she can find endless knowledge and things to research.

Magic: Atramentum (Ink Magic, Atramentum=Ink, black lacquer in latin)
Caster or Holder: Part Caster, part holder (I was thinking of making it caster magic and say that the ink comes from the tip of her fingers. Her body would literally be enveloped in ink. Or it can be holder, with her carrying a bottle of ink around her neck all the time.)
Description: Atramentum as it goes by its ancient name, better known as 'Ink Magic' is a trype of magic that allows manipulation of reality via special ink. In order to use it, the caster must eihter draw or write the desired item or effect with the ink. Upon that, the drawn or written item, terms or creature comes to existence. It's quite easy to tell her creations apart from reality, as they're all black and white and if made improperly or rushed, tend to leave ink marks behind them.
Drawing with ink:
Upon drawing an image with her ink, Sophia can make that very picture real by enscripting the runes around it and casting a summoning of whatever she drew. This works much like Take Over, as she must be well informed about anything that wants to bring to life. Otherwise the summoning could still take place, but she would end up with useless shell that would resemble what she wanted to summon only by appearance and could not take any orders from her. Living creations cannot life unless she knows their physiology and anatomy and items are all made of very dense ink (rendering them nearly useless) unless she knows the material she's making them out of.
Writing with Ink:
On a basic level, this works a lot like Solid Script magic, with Sophia being able to create meterials and effects (again, only ones she saw and knows) by writing them. However, it can also be used to summon anything that she has previously drawn. It is much more useful in battles than drawing, allowing her to relatively fast casting.
Sophia can also write commands to her summons in form of small runes, giving her summons a purpose and action to perform. Should she write 'attack' and sent it to her inky summon, it would cause the summon to focus all it's power into attacking. This is useful for giving silent orders and 'coding' her summons to do her bidding. The more well-made a summon is, the better it can be manipulated.
Written words can also be sent by her. If the distance is short, a message can be sent alone (words floating through air), whereas if the distance is larger, a bird created out of ink can carry them.

History: Sophia has very few memories of her childhood. Most are blurry and so unpleasant, she feels it’s better she never recalls everything. She doesn't know her surname; in fact she didn't even have a name for a while. When she was little, her parents sold her to slave traders in their desperate attempt to feed their many children in times of famine. She has always been beautiful, so she was sold and bought for a high price.
Her first owner was an old mage, who gave her the name 'Sophia', taught her how to write and read... in several languages. However, he spent most of his time discovering new types of Solid Script magic based on ancient runes and scrolls he stole from a particular woman. He bought Sophia under the pretence of needing her for household work, but really used her as a test subject, to see how this revived ancient magic worked when used by a novice. She had the potential for being a mage, so she adapted to her new powers quite well, albeit not being able to understand or use them properly.
Those days of being experimented on wouldn't last forever, as the lady that the old man stole those scripts for returned to retrieve them. With no success Sophia attempted to ward her off and that was when Beatrix first saw her Ink Magic. She decided not to arrest the young mislead mage, but instead made her into her apprentice and taught her how to properly vied the power she's been given. Since then, Sophia has been faithfully studying under her guidance. At first she was helping her out in the magic shop, but as soon as Beatrix established the guild, she knew she wanted to be a part of it.
It took the young Ink mage a while to get used the new environment, first warming up to Beatrix, later Orine (who she now considers a brotherly figure), followed by all newer guild members, but she came far enough to be able to comfortable communicating with everyone.

Name: James Feryana
Codename: N/A
Gender: Male
Age: 14
Race: Human

Appearance:

Personality: James is a boy who likes nature. He gets upset quite easily, and is also made angry easily, though not as easily. He is friendly and kind, but also quite shy.
Likes: Being outside, fun, animals, books, being petted, wolves and friends.
Dislikes: Abuse, people being mean, big groups of people,
Fears: Heights, spiders.

Guild: Azure Dragon
Rank: High C
Guild Tattoo: On his right shoulder.
Meaning: This guild means everything to James. It's his only home now, and it's where his friends are.

Magic: Requip magic
Caster or Holder: Caster
Description: Requip allows the user to change their armour and weapons by storing them in what is known as a 'pocket dimension'. The user may summon their armour/weapons whenever they feel. It is possible to re-quip armour during the midst of battle, but this requires a lot of skill.

History: James is a boy who is quite shy, but still runs to the fields outside of his home, a small village made up of a few houses. He studies hard, and reads a lot of books. Unfortunately, he wasn't liked by his parents. His fun, happy mood was hated by his parents, whom had both had a sad life full of hatred. They continually asked their son to stop running around and do some chores. James just ignored them, though, and just focused on what he wanted to do with his life.

One day, when James was ten, James had taken a carriage to a beautiful country town (due to his parents wanting time to themselves). He was taking a stroll around the town, and he spotted a large crowd surrounding a single boy. James didn't particularly like big groups, not to mention crowds, but he was interested to see who they were looking at. He walked through the maze of people's legs to get a spot where he would actually see something, and caught a glimpse of someone playing with magic. Actual magic. The boy who was doing the magic, was magically switching between different clothes and armour with the click of his finger. Something was a bit off about his beard, though, it looked too thick for his age. He then started to summon swords, and toss them around. The crowd oohed and aahed as they watched the man with his magic. After what seemed hours, the crowd dispersed, and James started to find a carriage to get home.

James found a carriage, and the carriage started to take the boy home. It was a long journey, but once he got home, he fell into tears. The entire village was in flames. He stared at the horrifying site, the carriage closing in on the blazes. Suddenly, bang! The carriage was hit by something, something that had made an explosion. The entire carriage fell over, and James was knocked to the ground. His head hurt quite badly, and as his eyes slowly closed, he saw figures approach him. Then, his vision was filled with black.

"Yeah, come on, do it!"
"He's gonna be one of us!"
"Yeah!"
Groaning, James woke up. Well, he partially woke up. He couldn't open his eyes, but he heard them. The voices, whispers in darkness. James was terrified. He tried to move, but was restricted from moving by what seemed to be straps around his hands and legs.
"He's awake? I thought he'd stay out."
"Ah, well. He can't move!"
"Yeah! Oh well, he's gonna be one of us soon!"
James felt himself being shifted in many different places. He felt pain. He felt something against his back, only, it wasn't his back. It was something else.
"Ha! Look! It's working!"
"Should we tell the master?"
"Nah, we'll tell him when we're done."
Everything suddenly seemed slightly louder to James. He felt something twitching atop his head. Two things, actually. "What's going on? Where am I?" He cried out loud.
"Where are you? You are nowhere."
"You tell him, bro."
"Guys, um, do you hear something?"
Crash! There was a loud noise as something crashed to the floor, accompanied by shouts and the sound of swords slashing against armour, and swords slashing against skin. After the sounds of fighting stopped, there was the sound of footsteps, and then James' vision came back. It turned out that his eyes hadn't been closed, but he had been blindfolded. As the blindfold got tossed away, a woman's face came into view. She gasped. "You're only a boy, and they did this to you? Those monsters!"

The straps were cut, and James stood up, shaking in fear. There was no sign of anyone else being here apart from the girl and James. There were no bodies, no weapons on tables waiting to be picked up, not even a speck of blood on the cold floor. As James turned to face the girl, he felt something behind him knocking something over. He had felt something, but he was sure it wasn't his back. He turned his head to look, and saw a tail protruding from his back! He gasped, and shook even more. The lady held onto him. "Calm down, calm down, it's okay, it's okay." She reached to his head and started to rub against something. James turned to face the girl again, and saw his reflection from a nearby window. He had what seemed to be the ears of a wolf on his head! "What's happened to me!?" James cried, sitting himself down on the table he had been strapped onto.

The girl explained that she was called Sarah, was fifteen, was a mage, and had been hunting around for some creatures that kidnapped people and made the victim one of their own. To do this, the creatures used a curse which corrupted the victim's body. Sarah had arrived while the creatures were halfway through casting the curse, and defeated the monsters. Unfortunately, James was stuck with the wolf tail and the wolf ears for the rest of his life. Well, at least it was wolf features. Wolves are James' favorite animals. After Sarah finished explaining, James looked up at her, and said; "But, my family, my friends, everything I know has been destroyed. What do I do now?"

Sarah sat and had a long think. She seemed to just be staring at nothing, her face blank. After a good five minutes, Sarah looked back at James. "It will take a very, very long time, but I know what you can do." She took his hand, and stood. She started to walk outside with him, and walked through what seemed to be an endless forest. As she walked, she glanced down at you. "Nobody will adopt you with those features, so I'm going to teach you how to be mage." James' eyes lit up, and he looked up at Sarah, who giggled. "You were at a town, looking at a mage who was casting spells to change his armour and summon swords. I saw you there." The boy responded by nodding his head. "You were there too, weren't you?"

Sarah let go of James' hand, and stood back a step. "Actually, want to know a secret?" The boy simply nodded again, smiling. He then said, "I won't tell anyone." Sarah then smiled back, and nodded. Suddenly, her body started to light up. Her clothes lit very brightly up, and James took a few steps back, raising his hand to block out the light. After two more seconds, he lowered his hand, and saw that Sarah had turned into the mage that he had saw in the town. "How did you do that?" James asked, in awe. "I thought you could only switch clothes and weapons." Sarah smiled, taking her hand to the beard. "You're right." She said. She grabbed onto the beard, and pulled it off of her face. It was a fake beard! James laughed. "Nice trick." He said, to which Sarah grinned.

A long walk later, the pair arrived at a small building. Sarah opened the door, and stepped in, James following close behind. "My home." Sarah said, as James walked around the building. Well, the building was actually a pair of rooms, one with two beds, a cupboard, and other needs of a daily life, the other room being a bathroom. "So, my student," Sarah said to James, which made the boy grin. "Get some rest, and eat. Training starts tomorrow." James complied without word.

The next day, Sarah and James were outside the house, both wielding training swords. "James, hit me." Sarah told James, who hesitated. "Do it!" James slashed down with the sword quickly, but the strike was stopped. The girl had blocked the strike. James went for another hit, and another, hitting at different angles, but these were simply blocked as well. Sarah smiled, returning her sword to her side. "Good tries, but you need to catch your opponent off gu-" She couldn't finish her word, as James went for another strike, hitting the side of Sarah's shoulder before she could get her sword up. They both laughed. "Okay, that was good." Sarah said. "Let's practice some more..."

Sarah continued to train James in offensive arts for about three months. After she was satisfied, she began to teach him defensive arts;
"Alright, James. We're finished with offensive arts, now. Now, we're going onto defensive arts." Sarah explained. James nodded in response. He had learned not to question his 'master'. "I am going to strike you." Sarah continued. "These will be slow strikes, just so you can defend easily. Block them." She then launched a strike to James' side, which he failed to block. A second strike connected to his shoulder, and then a third to his leg, knocking him over. He landed on his back, and Sarah launched a final strike to James' chest, and a quick though came across James. He doubted he could bring his sword up, so he rolled sideways. The sword missed by a centimeter, and James got to his feet quickly. A strike came to James' side, and the boy quickly raised his sword. He heard wood clanking against wood as the practice swords connected. Sarah then launched a strike to James' leg, which he barely managed to block. He managed, though, which made him happy. Sarah finally stopped her attacks. "Well, you blocked two out of six attacks, and avoided one entirely. Good, I guess." She smiled. "Though, there is one attack you sometimes cannot block." She raised her sword and gently pushed it, tip first, against James' chest. "A stabbing move," She explained, "Is very hard to block without a shield. Though what you cannot block, you can avoid. Try to stab me." James did so, quickly thrusting his sword toward Sarah's stomach. She stepped back really quickly, keeping the sword away from her. "See. Right, we will continue this for the rest of the day. I'll strike you, you block..."

Another three months of training passed, and it was now the day that he had to test his skills. A match against Sarah, with practice swords of course. The two were on an open field, staring at each other, motionless. It was very early in the morning, and as soon as the first bird sang it's morning song, the fight would begin. Sarah was as still as a rock, as was James, who felt incredibly confident. James' tail was wrapped around him to keep warm in the cold of the early morning, and his ears were folded down. All this needs is a crowd to watch the fight. Well, not really, since I don't like crowds, James thought to himself. Gosh, she's so still. It's actually kind of frightening. I wonder what she's thinking right now. Probably thinking about how much she'll...

"Caw, caw, caw!" It was the noise of a crow. Not exactly the beautiful bird they had been waiting for, but the swords of James and Sarah were already together. James quickly stepped back to avoid a stab, quickly hitting the sword to the side and slashing at Sarah's shoulder. Contact was made, but it only made the woman flinch. She swept her sword sideways, which James blocked easily. It was only a distraction, though, as Sarah pulled her foot around the back of James' leg and pulled hard, sending the boy to the ground. As soon as he landed, he rolled backwards, avoiding a stab, and rolled to his feet. He pounced straight at Sarah, quick as lightening, stabbing straight at her. She dodged sideways, but James quickly brought his sword around, hitting her side, sending her to the ground. James quickly brought his sword down on her, but she rolled sideways, getting to her feet, but tripping over a small branch on the ground. James pounced on her, and did a strike down on her stomach. Before the strike struck, James held the wooden sword just an inch above her, signifying that it had struck, therefore not actually causing physical harm. Sarah let go of her sword, and held her hands up.
"You won." She smiled. She leaned up, quickly grabbing James and pulling him on top of her, hugging him tight. "You actually won! I am so proud of you, James!" Tears of joy and happiness poured down both of their faces. "I can't believe it!" James says, his voice squeaking with happiness and joy.

They spent the rest of the day celebrating, happy. But the next day, it was back to training. They walked down to a clearing in the forest, and stood there. James looked up at Sarah, and asked something. "Sarah, you told me you were going to teach me how to be a mage, but you've just teach me how to wield a sword." Sarah smiled excitedly. "You are correct. Except, what would be the point of learning requip magic if you can't wield a blade?" James' eyes lit up. "And James, today is the day I begin to train you how to requip." James smiled excitedly, and was practically shaking with excitement. His tail was wagging happily. Sarah began to summon things, and then get rid of them, carefully showing James how to do it.

After a month, James did his first requip. He was using the technique shown by Sarah, and was about to give up, when the practice sword started to glow. James focused himself on it, and felt the sword vanish into the air. He looked up at Sarah. "You know what I do to summon my things. Try it." James continually tried to summon the sword back, but failed, and failed, and failed. A few hours later, he was still failing. He continued to try and summon the sword back, Sarah watching closely. Suddenly, saw a quick flash, and felt weight on his hands. Sarah started to clap. He had done it. He smiled at Sarah, who said. "Lucky. Bet you can't do it again." James smiled, accepting the challenge, and tried to put his sword back into the pocket dimension. It failed. Oh, boy, he thinks to himself. Here comes another few months of training...

Indeed, another few months came. Not just months, but years. Four years. Luckily, after those four years, his training was complete. He could successfully requip armour and weapons. Sarah gave him a lot of armour and swords to requip, which he did. Only, those weren't practice swords and armour. They were the real deal. After all of his belongings were requiped, Sarah looked really sad. "What's wrong?" James asked her. She looked up at him, tears in her eyes. "Now that we've learned everything, i-it's time that you went to find a guild. My time is over." James' eyes widen. He starts to cry. So does Sarah. The hug tightly, and cry for several of hours. After the time that they've been together, James doesn't want to leave.

After the crying stopped, they were gazing into eachother's eyes. "Well, I hope I'll see you in the future." James says, sniffing slightly in sadness. Sarah nods. "Sarah?" James whispers. "Yes?" She whispers back. "I-I love you." James whispers. They lean a bit closer, and they kiss. A while later, James was off, walking in the direction that Sarah had provided him with. She had told him that there was a guild nearby, in a nearby town. By nearby, she didn't tell him he'd be walking for several days, eating berries along the way. He occasionally glanced back, wanting to go back to Sarah, but he just kept on walking, tail between legs, ears folded down.

Eventually, James made it to the guild. He got a lot of funny stares and people wondering why he had wolf features on him. James ignored them, and asked Beatrix if he could join the guild. she said yes. To James, this was a home that had people he wouldn't have to leave behind.

Composed of six individuals, even though she can only call out five at once, Kerenza's spirits each have their own personalities, skills, and names.
Rose Red is an androgynous individual, a cheery bisexual fellow who wields a red longsword with an almost scientific grace, taking advantage of every aspect of the battlefield to gain an advantage over his enemies.

Yama Topaz is a large, towering man, a serious, mature person who's generally a nice person, if not a little manipulative at times. His signature weapon is that of a massive battle axe, and his signature move is Spin-to-Win.

Snow Blue is a petite individual who fits the archetype of 'maid' the best, yet is also a kind, if not shy girl. She has no combat skills, but is extraordinarily skilled with coordinating outfits and making warm beverages. Her cooking skill leaves much to be desired though.

Pearl Sky is, above all things, a doctor of the medicinal kind, capable of healing others through medicine and bandages, but not through magic. Despite this though, she takes pride in her work and doesn't hesitate to complain to Kerenza about her eating habits and lack of exercise.

Dust Dusk is a level-headed person, one who hides his thoughts behind an expressionless face. Grounded to 'reality', he approaches things from the most logical angle, and is an amazing chess player. He also possesses the skills of a thief and highwayman, but he doesn't indulge in such things unless ordered by Kerenza.

Forest Falls is pretty much a crazy, hot blooded person. Both a lancer and a freerunner, he loves nothing more than to ignore Kerenza's orders and carry her on his shoulders as he runs from rooftop to rooftop. His skill with the spear isn't to be questioned though, and often, his strikes have been compared to rays of light.