[CHAR] The Last Alliance- Always Accepting!

[BlackPanther]

Name:
Dante
known as Dante the lion

Gender
Male

Age
22

Race
Manticore

Powers
-Poison: Located in his tail and in his claws Dante possess poison stronger then any scorpion.
-Supernatural Strength
-True form: Dante can either shift fully to his manticore form or shift bits and pieces (like just the tail or claws)
-Enhanced senses

Physical Description or Appearance
Dante is rather tall at 6 foot 2. He is well built with platinum blonde hair that is wavy, falling just above his eyes in an almost angelic way. His eyes are a cool grey that resemble a lion's eyes more then a humans and thus he always wears sunglasses or contacts to conceal them. He has longer then average canines and while in human form his voice is deep yet pleasant. He has a tendency to be casual in his style, wearing mostly t shirts and jeans.

In his True Form he has a coat of purple fur, a white mane, horns of a bull, and a large scorpion tail. His eyes never change between forms. In this form, his voice is less pleasant. It sounds more gravelly as if it is hard to speak. In this form he does not speak unless he has too.

Personality
Dante is considered a friendly giant. He is kind, but when he is poked at he can retaliate. One should not confuse his friendliness for ease to be manipulated. He is smart and knows when someone is up to something they should not be with him.

Bio
Dante was born among others of his kind. As he grew up, he realized he did not care for their ways and left, knowing full well he would never be allowed back. He ventured off on his own at the young age of 15 and realized his violent cravings needed an outlet and needed one fast.
Finding that outlet with no proof of an education was difficult, but he was able to wiggle his way into professional fighting after getting his GED. Professional fighting allowed for his outlet and got him money along with the unexpected side of fame. The fame brought the hardship of being careful not to punch to hard or do something that should not be possible for a normal human.
He was good at being careful until it happened. He hit a tad bit too hard and his opponent was severally injured. With that, he took off from that area and tried to move on, but his new reputation wasn't helping him so he now works as a bouncer.
Every few days he has to become his true self or he will become more violent, much like a werewolf, and find himself turning when he doesn't want to.

[Acromantula]

Alcatraz Rivel

Gender: Male

Age: 25

Race: Shapeshifter.

Powers: Ability to shift into anything his mind can conjure up. But being young, his body can only handle so much, so he has to be careful. He's able to shift parts of his body and give them certain characteristics. Ex; covering his arms in crocodile scales or growing gills.

Appearance

Al typically wears clothing that is comfortable, not caring much about fashion. Sweats and a t-shirt is the way to go in his mind, ninety percent of the time. Shifting takes his clothing with him though, thankfully, sort of sealing itself inside his body until it's time to reappear in human form.

Personality: Al's absolutely off his rocker. He has an addictive personality and can latch onto people and things in the most unhealthy ways, willing to put his life on the line to keep them safe even if they've previously told him to leave them alone. And while this makes him sound like the most obnoxious thing on the planet, he does have lines that he won't cross, one of those being that he'd never hurt anyone beneath him in strength. Al is also actually quite the gentleman, but in the way the Mad Hatter would be. He's having the time of his life when there's adrenaline pumping in his veins, which is why he does a lot of the stupid things he does. Just for that rush. Al is a ball of energy, essentially. His darker sides he keeps hidden, not wanting trust anyone in his life enough to reveal these thoughts and secrets he has.

Bio: Growing up, Al always knew he was a little different. It was one day when he was five years old and ran into his home with a dog muzzle that he realized just how different. His human father, outraged and out of his mind with the discovery, nearly killed Al's mother, calling her a monster and threatening to condemn Al to a life in hell, to a life where he'd be cut open by scientists.
The boy's mother would have none of it and she ran. She ran as fast as she could. In the dark of the night she shifted. That night people might've seen a tigress sprinting through dark alleys, teeth tight around the belt of a little boy's jeans. They'd think they drank too much wine and head to bed.
Fera raised Al to be kind and good, but she raised him in a dangerous town. Gangs, cartels, police and general violence was what Al was surrounded by. But he did his best to not start too much trouble for his mother. He went to school, passed with flying colors, then moved on to post-secondary education. Everything came to grinding halt when he received a phone call. Could you please come in and identify the body? Al's world shattered and for weeks he went on a rampage, angry, frustrated but smart enough to execute his rage on material objects rather than people. He shifted and stole food, slept in unoccupied hotel suites. Evnetually, he accepted his mother's death. Yet he felt like something was missing from his life. Al didn't want romance and education no longer had the spark he loved so much. Something more, that's what Al needs.

[Classpet]

Name
Antonia Patter

Gender
female

Age
24

Race
witch

Powers
Mainly plant related magic, for use on gardens.
-healing; will heal broken branches, bones, cuts and anything similar. Not useful for poison, starvation, dehydration, ect.
-manipulate water; condenses the water vapor into a single spot, thus making it useful(or vice versa). Cannot create water from nothing
-grow plants; make seeds, sprouts, and even fully grown plants grow.

Physical Description

My Hider

Average height at 5'7" but every bit as awkward as common with taller people. Antonia could be seen as a day dreamer, lost in thought behind inky black eyes. Being raised by faries has left her with no sense of fashion of any kind. She likes skirts and T-shirts from the human world, but it is only luck if they match.

Personality
She feels like she missed a lot of her childhood and is trying to make up for that now by living it up. She has so many new freedoms that she often times doesn't know what to do with herself.
She is a mom friend kind of person.
However when she is told to do something she is compelled to do it (mostly menial things).

Bio
A lost and angry teen, lusting for revenge. The trees have eyes in these parts, they can give but their price is steep. Two hands shake as under the full moon. A shriek in the night. Silence.

It was 7 years since the death of Adam Crawford, a simple teenager who was suspected of committing suicide.
Cathy had moved on, pushing the memory of him and those silver eyes to the back of her mind. She hadn't killed Adam that night. She'd dumped him yeah, but he was the one who walked onto highway 64 at 1 a.m.
It wasn't her fault.
It was 7 years past and she was married now, she was pregnant too, and happy. She wished, quietly to herself, that she'd been hallucinating that night. Or maybe she had been drunk, it was so long ago now she couldn't remember it right. Adam was always kind of messed up anyway.

She brought the baby home at last, a little girl. She had those eyes. Those big silver eyes. "they'll go away" said the doctors. "All babies are born with light eyes". But for 12 months the little girl stared knowingly wit those bright silver eyes. Every day without end until one year passed and she vanished.

Antonia grew up among the fey. It was her mothers price to pay, not hers and the fey are fair sometimes. They needed a gardener anyway.
She learned from them how to read and wright and then to tend their flowers and orchards, she played with the younger fey and learned of the faults of her kind through their eyes. For 23 years she worked for them and on her 24th birthday she had managed to pay off her mothers due. She was sent back to the human world and set free.

With no idea what to do she simply wandered for a while before coming across the sign.