In-Depth Appearance: Ivy is a very slight young woman, humans tend to describe her as faerie-like. She has delicate, but sharp features and very pale skin. Her porcelain skin is often iridescent looking and shimmers soft blues, purples, and pinks much like her long nearly white hair which reaches nearly to her waist. She stands only around five foot two inches and weighs around 100 pounds perhaps 110 pounds soaking wet. Brief Personality: Despite her exceptionally small stature Ivy makes up for it in personality. She's reserved around strangers and often comes off as sort of a bitch to people she doesn't know but she was taught very early on to never trust people she doesn't fully know as they might only be seeking her wealth of magic. Once you get to know her though she warms up quite nicely and shares her wealth amongst her close circle of friends quite freely. She's forever giving gifts and working on new magical items to give her friends. She loves nothing more than to snuggle into the sofa and watch Netflix though she's just as likely to be seen at a party in the thick of things. Ivy is much like the Season she was born into; cold at first but warms into the most beautiful Spring then into the brightness of Summer.
Given Name: Varos Sulan Gender: Male Age: 19 Species: Dragon
Dragons are your stereotypical giant firebreathing lizards, or at least the ones Varos is descended from. His particular flight resides in a jungle comfortably away from civilization and tries to avoid interaction for the most part seeing themselves as too awesome to deal with lesser races.
Dragons have a rather fast growth until age 15 after which they continue to very slowly grow for the rest of their lives. Elder dragons get up to the size of a house around age 200 where they usually stop growing.
Dragons have a natural ability to shapeshift to a humanoid form or change their size, however they are not usually very precise or skilled about it about it. Usually dragon features remain accidentally or on purpose. Encountering a dragon in a fully human form generally means you're talking with a full adult or an elder.
Dragons also can exhale fire and fly as expected, and have a general metallic durability to their scales, especially once they get older. They also tend to be attracted to shiny or valuable things.
Appearance: Form 1: Standard dragon:
Form 2: "Human"
This is as good as he can get right now (not very). He's barely able to hide any of his features, both due to inexperience and not having the motivation to learn further. Likely he'll spend a lot of time like this though due to needing to not take up a fourth of every room and a begrudging admission that thumbs are useful, much to his displeasure.
Form 3: Small dragon No picture for this, it's just his first size shrunk to the size of a dog, it's mostly so he can be comfortable sleeping/lounging indoors. Much less dragon, same sized ego.
In-Depth Appearance: His humanoid form is actually a little on the short side (5ft 1) reflective of his current size as a young dragon. His skin is smooth looking but touching it will feel scaly. Most of his clothes are open in the back to leave room for wings and tail. His tail as a humanoid has no frills or features, but the rest of the frills on the humanoid form match up to his dragon one. Claws as a dragon are feral (no thumbs).
Brief Personality: Varos is an extremely... dragony dragon. He has an ego about the size of a blimp, believes dragons are the most magnificent and important creatures around. This is mostly due to his upbringing around dragons of similar opinion. He is however smart enough not to bring it up and rub it in as conversation as long as no one challenges the idea. He isn't the smartest on the block though, he can quite easily be manipulated by a little ego stroking and encouragement. For those who do get on his good side though he is almost fiercely protective, after all those who mess with his friends are messing with him and that's completely unacceptable. It's a bit embarrassing to him, but he has that stereotypical desire to have a hoard of treasure, particularly at night he has to have something of value to hold or curl up around or he can't sleep.
Given Name: Ashley (Ash) Jens Gender: Male Age: 25 Species: Lycanthrope
Appearance: Human
Wolf
In-Depth Appearance: in his human form, Ash stands six feet tall with medium length brown hair, he is of a moderate build. Ash has a faint scar that runs under his left eye, seemingly from a claw of some sort, his voice has a deeper tone and he speaks as though he is suppressing an accent. His wolf form shares his scar on the eye, and is also of a quite moderate build, his fur is a dark and muddy brown with a light fawn underside and undercoat. Brief Personality: Ash is a very happy person, he loves the life he has and has never once regretted being what he is. He has a love for taking everyday for everything it is worth, even if it means getting into some trouble to have the most fun. One of the biggest traits however is a love of cooking, with his enhanced senses he has found it to be an extremely pleasurable experience.
Ash is a middle ranked wolf in his pack, a skilled hunter and a skilled fighter, despite a lack of interest in the latter, his parents have decided that he needed to be given a little more instruction on how to lead. Ash has aspirations of glory hidden below his laissez faire attitude towards it, he sees himself as an alpha, and he has gone along with this idea of schooling only to further that goal. This is his greatest weakness however, his desire to rise up from his standing in his pack doesn't stop there, he has aspirations of consolidating more pack under him, he feels that he can, this can lead to outbursts when he is mocked over standing or if he feels that his goals are being impeded. Though when the time is right, he will not let anything stop him on his path to the top, for he takes his whole family with him. More in-depth history:
In Ash's past, he lived with his parents and older sister, as part of the north american pack, led by Germande St.Claire, this was no problem, his family was respected and they were liked by all, but that began to change as Ash's sister began to hang around a group of stray wolves, packless wanderers, and they began to fill her mind with anti-pack sentiment. Ash did all he could to convince her to stay, to ignore the strays and stick with the pack, while she tried to push him away from them. When the day came that Ash found the letter that his sister, Mina had left the pack to associate with the strays, he lost his temper, he went to Germande and begged him to help, to bring her back. Germande gave him a speech about the traditions of the pack and the laws against dealing with the strays, "If they leave the pack, the pack owes them nothing, they made their choice." these words are what he left him with, and only a few days later, Mina's body was found. Germande had her cremated, yet did not allow any of Ash's family see her beforehand, all those involved merely giving them sorrowful looks and telling them that what they saw they would never wish on a family. To Ash this was nothing more than a failure in leadership, an old man, set in old ways, unable to see the injustices around them. This moment was when Ash chose his path, he chose that his life would be led to fix the injustice within this lycan world, first by taking the northern pack, then taking his vengeance on the strays, then stretching his reach to any pack that would destroy themselves under the guise of law, and tradition, but all of that required one thing first, the death of Germande St.Claire
Familiar Name: Krasis Familiar Form: A bright yellow canary
Given Name: Ethra Gender: Female Age: 19 Species: Bagoyรฉp
Appearance:
In-Depth Appearance: Ethra stands at 6'2, her species naturally being rather tall. Her unclothed body is that of a gaunt, pale-skinned, young human female's, with six limbs - two legs morphing into light pink bird feet halfway down the calf, two thin human arms, and two wings covered in white, messy feathers. Brief Personality: Ethra is something of a reserved sort, someone who normally stays out of others' affairs, though this is not out of shyness - rather, she simply doesn't find merit in most social interactions, preferring to focus on her studies. However, she is keen on observing closeby events when they transpire, be they involving her fellow students or otherwise. She is not oppossed to making acquaintances but, she doesn't go out of her way to make it happen.
Familiar Name: Irsk Familiar Form: Irsk takes the form of a large, hairless, sickly mouse, his body covered in several lesions and tumors.
Additional Information: Ethra belongs to a species of avian-humanoid creatures, bearing likenesses to multiple breeds of owls, known collectively as the bagoyรฉp (a crude fusing of the Hungarian (supposed country of origin) words for owl, bagoly, and folk, nรฉp). They differ from other avian species in that they possess very human-like bodies at their center, complete with working human arms to make up for the poor gripping abilities of their wings. Bagoyรฉp are long-lived, mostly mundane creatures, capable of using magic but taking quite a long time to get the hang of it. They do, however, possess an innate ability to incur complete bodily paralysis in others via focusing of certain muscles connected to their rather large eyes, though this ability is ineffective against most other nonhuman entities. In truth, it rarely works on anything besides humans, as a being with any innate magic in them will be able to resist it relatively easily, only experiencing temporary visual distortion instead of becoming completely paralyzed. Repeated use of this ability is harmful to a bagoyรฉp, and abusing it too much can very likely lead to temporary or permanent blindness.
Ethra herself is a young bagoyรฉp hailing from a small, magically sheltered community of nonhuman folk. She was one of only two bagoyรฉp living there, the other being her adoptive father Kantus, who took Ethra in at the behest of a local orphanage after they found her unhatched egg, alone and abandoned in the wilderness. How she wound up there, and what happened to her biological parents, are both unknown. Kantus raised her up and, when the appropriate time came, saw to her enrollment in Silverspell University, which he had himself attended in his younger years.
Given Name:Haka-Mesuka Gender:Female Age:21 Species:Lycan Sub-Species:The Haka Pack
The Haka Pack
The Haka Pack is a small band of closely-bonded and magically-influenced Lycans indigenous to the last remaining dense jungles of Japan. Including only about 1,000 members, the Haka Pack is rather rare and has only been studied a handful of times during its existence. In the grand scheme of things, they are practically unknown to only a few scholars. To identify that one is of Haka Pack Lycan descent, most if not all of the following indicators can be used;
Bright, red angular markings along the body. Pale White Skin. Turquoise, amber, or light yellow eyes. A female name starting with the prefix "Haka-", or a male name starting with the prefix "Hakun-"
Hakas are known to be extremely traditional to the old ways of their primitive society, especially including the topics of marriage and social hierarchy. Sometimes, young Lycans are forced into a marriage ceremony at an age as early as 14 in order to 'preserve the strength of the pack'. As well, strong male Lycans are almost always the most respected and sought-after individuals in the pack, creating the governing body that controls the Hakas.
Thus, Haka-Mesuka was thrown out of her tribe for just that; disregarding the strict traditions of the Hakas. She had become disgusted with her assigned husband, having learned more about him than their first romantic endeavors would have lead her on to believe. Haka-Mesuka protested for a breaking of their sacred union; something that is extremely rare in the secluded and strict realm of the Haka Pack. But, the law was the law; Mesuka was property of her male. Thus, Haka-Mesuka painfully exiled herself from the Haka Pack, seeing their verdicts something she could not withstand, especially when it concerned living with that thing forever. Nobody but Mesuka knows how she found herself at Silverspell University, and nobody may ever. The important thing is that she is there to stay and learn of a new society.
Yet, one of the most defining features of the Hakas is their unique Lycan transformation; that form being the body of a gigantic white wolf. Around ~9 feet long by ~5 feet high and weighing ~400 pounds, the "Haka Wolves" are self-contained bodies of pure muscle and ferocity. Beasts that truly show the Hakas' ancient strength.
Transformation Appearance:
In-Depth Appearance:Human:Haka-Mesuka is a rather tall and lean female Lycan, coming in at around 5' 11". Her round face frames a pair of giant turquoise eyes, and she can usually be seen sporting a gracious amount of primitive jewelry. Three sharp, angular red markings cover her pale skin around said eyes; ceremonial tattoos of the Hakas. Her bright red "hunting marks" continue down her neck, back, and finally end at her ankles. All of her markings are some variation of sharp, red, angular spikes. Any variation of white furs usually finish off Mesuka's outfit; a white fur shawl, scarf, cape, coat, you name it. The girl loves her furs, and all-white is a Haka tradition.
Wolf:In her wolf form, Mesuka is curiously devoid of any markings whatsoever. Instead, her pure white coat is completely unblemished. She is 8' 2" long by 5' 1" tall, 445 pounds, and sports a maw of razor sharp teeth. Her eyes still portray a stunning turquoise blue; one of the only indications of her humanity in this form.
Brief Personality:Mesuka is as cunning as a wolf and as brave as a man. Strong in both physicality and mental fortitude, the Haka-born picks her friends wisely and her enemies swiftly. Though she is wary of males due to her past experience, any show of genuine chivalry and etiquette will quickly win her favor. She is a rock, and stands by her beliefs indefinitely, even if they are merely ancient traditions. However, Mesuka can be extremely brash and unwilling to change at times. She does not shy away from violence in the least, and can sometimes find herself in a sticky situation when she does not understand why others may oppose her philosophies and actions. Otherwise, this fierce Lycan can quickly become a loyal friend and companion, capable of pulling through thick and thin. She just fights a little too bloody for a civilized world.
Familiar Name:Yukka Familiar Form:A gigantic, green tree frog; roughly the size of one's face.
Theme:
Ivy Riverstone:"A hard nut to crack, but she is so caring once you do warm up to her. I adore her givingness and thankful attitude; she appreciates much more than I or others may at first."
Varos Sulan:"Ambitious and naive. What a wonderful example of unfettered youth; Fun in its purest form. I wish I had more gold Haka jewelry to show him."
Ethra:"Indifference is a fruitless tree. I wish she had more conviction; she is the most likely to succeed, however. She will pass us by quickly in the long run."
Katarina Elza:"Incredible power and confidence. I admire the demon; her personality and self is almost invincible. What I would give to have her as a sister."
Raven Magnus:"A jack of all trades but a master of none, I say. But, goodness, is he the most fun. If only he could stand his ground a little better. However, I enjoy his company; he's too much of a 'fluff' to worry me with his mischief."
Mortem:"He is an old type of vengeance, old chivalry. I like his drive from beyond the grave. If you go the one extra mile, he will go the second."
Griffin:"There is great talent and heart in this man, but in exchange; no willpower. I do not trust him much, but I appreciate his presence. Though, I have a nagging suspicion something else is not right under the surface..."
Om:"What a sweethearted giant. Truly, that kind of compassion and caring-nature is nearly extinct today. Handsome, strong, and a beautiful man. I just hope no one takes advantage of his kindness."
Lola Dague:"A fortress of needles. She fights with words and is a defensive construct. I wish her well, for there is obviously some sadness behind all of her protection. If only she'd get a little more help. I would be more than willing, but..."
She also gazes at me funny sometimes, but that is a whole other story."
Ash Jens:"I am skeptical of all unnaturally attractive men; I think it a devious trap. But goodness, it is hard to disdain a man so great and full of perk. I should take a chance to try his food, too; people have been saying it's great."
Leonard Brand:"He seems almost brutal, at times. I am uncomfortable around him. However, he speaks the truth completely and without twist; that I can admire."
In-Depth Appearance: Like most of her species Kat is quite the big girl, coming in at a whopping six feet tall and two hundred pounds of pure muscle she is a well built young woman. Her usual attire consists of baggy pants, crop tops or her signature star jacket, she doesnโt wear a lot of jewelry other than the solid gold โ#1โ chain that she keeps hung around her neck at nearly all times even while sleep accompanied by a pair of aviator shades she seems to wear every day. The star tattoos on her wrists arenโt the only places where she has ink, her back has a large star outline with the words โQueen Oniโ along with her upper thighs have smaller stars placed upon them. Kitten sports a ball tongue piercing placed on the center of her tongue that she can interchange with other balls and different metals.
Brief Personality: Kat loves to drink and eat constantly having the metabolism to devour someone out of house and home and not gain much fat from it. Sheโll drink far more than liquor than one would consider unhealthy and continue to drain bottles until she passes out and wakes up with no reproductions. Sheโs very competitive both physical and mental challenges where she can prove she can be better than someone else. At her core Katarina has a lot of moxie to the point of it being completely obnoxious and overbearing to deal with, she wonโt back down from anyone or anything going far above acceptable healthy lengths to get better than someone to prove herself. A very blunt individual and incapable of keeping secrets sheโll let anyone know where they stand with her and speak her mind always.
Brief description of the Oni: An Oni varies greatly depending on whose explaining it from devils, ogres, and trolls to gigantic titans is hard to get a grip on what a real Oni. Humanoid for the most part some like Kat even passing completely if it werenโt for her titanic strength and supernatural healing accompanied with her near infinite digestive system.
Done, I made the sword hidden so that the teachers would not bombard him with lectures for bringing a sword into school (Lol, JK)
Given name: Mortem (Latin words for death) Gender: Male Age: 635 (current), he died when he was 22 Species: Undead
Appearance: For reference purpose only, since I cannot draw
In-Depth Appearance: Mortem stands at one hundred and ninety seven centimeters tall and wears a yellow grey colored armour and black leather glove. The combine total weigh of both the skeleton and his armour accumulated to over eighty kilograms, but despite this, he was still capable of moving gracefully without any difficulties caused by the heavy suit. His armour isn't as bulky as it was shown in the picture, instead, it is quite neat and tidy (no spikes or anything), that is more maneuverable so that he can live his life wearing it as well (to protect him from outside damage that can displace his bones or sever it completely). The meat has all rot away, leaving only his skeletal figure, most of them hidden below the armour, and a cyan-colored fire that contains his souls, burning neatly within it. Brief Personality: As a former guard, he is considered very competitive and likes to seek challenges in other students, especially in sword fighting. He's passionate about challenges, and always puts his heart into solving it. Because of that, he has a trigger for his anger when those around him do not face hardships directly and want to avoid them or push them to others, or those whose efforts in some works are half-hearted. When angered, he can be pretty rash and brutal. But when you're on normal or friendly terms with him, he's actually a pretty decent guy. He does not talk often, but fair and friendly
He isn't a total shut-in, he has a bit of sociability, but the only place he likes to hang out is the school's dojo (if you implement it in here), where he practice sword fighting almost every time he is there.
Mortem also has a fearsome loyalty to those who has earned his trust, as his loyal trait died along with his body. He has a common sense of rights and wrongs, but when those that he has grown to trust is hurt or threatened, he will not hesitate to abandon that common sense to protect them, regardless of them being right or not.
Side notes:: He does not eat, drink or urinate (he's undead), and he communicates by writing on a note and a pen that he always carries within him. Also, he has a sword that can only be summoned using necromancy. He has no facial expressions, so he expresses it by changing the color of the flame (basic colours: cyan for normal, red for anger, yellow for excitement, blue for sadness) (There are more colours, but to make it simple, I will explain it when I write it)
He can regain necromancy quickly if he is next to a dead person or at the cemetary. He physically cannot die, but he can be considered dead if he uses all the necromancy he has to the point that he cannot regenerate by himself or by obtaining necromancy from outside sources (that's when his soul and skeletal figure are completely detached)
Over six hundred years ago, Mortem was born in a traditional family, whose traditions are to become the imperial guard of their empire. And so he was aspired, and driven to become one. Through extensive trainings of swordmanship, he distinguished himself to be one of the most talented swordman ever, and one of the youngest royal guards to be enlisted, at the age of twenty. Honoured, the young Mortem took great pride when he received his royal yellow armor, something in which the other lower palace guards were envied, and therefore, hated him for being young yet so upcoming and successful. That hatred, later, became a tragedy.
Two years later, a civil war broke out between the royalists and the citizens. Despite having disagreements with the royalists, Mortem's fearsome loyalty prevented him from defecting, as he vowed to defend his king to the end. But the other guards were not so honourable like him, as they quickly deserted their position when they knew that the peasants of the empire had reached the palace, leaving the defense of the palace solely to him. Mortem was killed, stabbed to death by the overwhelming peasants, and the king fled away moments later.
Despite trying his best to defend the king, Mortem was unsatisfied. Angered by the acts of palace guards, he refused the offer to be ascended to heaven, as he wanted to be the one who bring judgment to the deserted guards, and to continue guarding the palace for the king, waiting for him to return. And so the nethergod granted him the wish, and he was brought back to life in a skeleton, powered by the dark magic of necromancy. As he was revived, Mortem sped away in the dark, hungry for revenge
After killing the guards, he returned to the old palace, just as he had promised. And he just stood there, in silence, guarding the palace's gate. Little did he know that he had scared off so many people that the palace soon was desolated, considered to be haunted, and that no one dares to come near it again, even his old master. Many years later, when the empire collapsed due to economic reasons, and when his old king died due to health reasons. Mortem found himself without purpose of keeping this life form. But his soul could not go anywhere else, as he had refused the only passport to heaven. And thus, he was stuck with this wicked body forever (well, he can detach from the body, but he would have to use up all his necromancy. And even so it would not go anywhere but stay on Earth)
After hundreds of years wandering in the palace ground purposelessly, he found himself being offered a place in the Silverspell University to find a purpose in life, learn to update to the modern society so that he, himself, can rejoin it. He accepted without hesitation.
Taken Name: Griffin Gender: Male Age: somewhere in his early twenties, technically around his mid forties. Species: Eaten
Appearance: Griffin is just a guy. He's a little on the shorter side, standing at 5'9, and is generally unassuming. He's built like a fighter under those wraps but prefers to not bring attention to it. His wardrobe is a collection of simple tees, well worn jeans, and scuffed up converse.He has two omnipresent items of clothing, cloth bandages and a pair of thick, pitch black sunglasses. The cloth bandages he wraps himself with are incredibly tough but very soft and easy on the skin, a gift from his mother in all but name Beatrice and the glasses were a gift from a childhood friend. If he feels like getting fancy he'll put on a colorful hawaiian button up.
Brief Personality: Griffin is quite possibly the most well adjusted Eaten ever documented. He may take in an excess of marijuana and similar products but compared to the things other Eaten have done to fill the void left by the Curse he's a saint. Before anything Griffin is a genuinely kind man, always gentle with others and patient to a fault. He likes to bring out the light in others, the sight of someone smiling and laughing being one of the greatest things he can give to people. When under the influence he's a little loopy, seemingly moving like he's made out of noodles and depending on what he's had he'll laugh like a hyena or giggle quietly. However he becomes anxious when put in new situations and very uncomfortable when people start asking about what he is, though he tends to bounce back fairly easily. He identifies as Bisexual but isn't particularly picky on what parts a partner does or doesn't have nor what they decide to identify as, it's all about having a good time. He's great with kids.
Familiar: A large, almost purple raven named Poe. She's a total sweetheart.
Theme:
Ivy Jade Riverstone: "Can't say I'm particularly close to her but she does have a good air about her when she'd doing her own."
Varos Sulan: "Pretty big lizard, seems to think pretty highly of himself but otherwize I can't really pin him down."
Ashley Jens: "Pretty friendly guy for a Lycan, would love to get closer to that food of his though."
Ethra: "Biggest owl I've ever seen, that's for damn sure. Can't complain though, she seems content to leave and let be so... whatever."
Haka-Mesuka: "She's about as Lycan as you can get, needs to cool her breaks every once and awhile."
Katarina Elza: "A real spitfire that one, but she's the only one here who can drink me under the table so she's good in my book."
Raven Magnus: "He's a whole mess of trouble... I like trouble."
Mortem: "He's about as dusty as the bones he lives in, ain't got much else to say about em."
Omawnakw Ahanu Minninnewah: "Seen his type before and I've always appreciated it, he's going to be something big one day."
Lola Dague: "Got an air of sandpaper about that one, somethin about her is just a little off that rubs me the wrong way."
Leonard Brand: "Dude looks like he walked out of an anime, kinda acts like it too. But I haven't had a reason to think too harshly about em so eh."
ViiK: "Real neat guy, has a way of talking that really just draws me to em ya know?"
Samantha Gagaga: "She hasn't givin me a reason not to like but she rubs me the wrong way. Nothin seems to interest her and that can create dangerous people."
Kiแปu Melodiรก Morena Elenei: "Real chill, we got a buncha the same interests so it's always fun to talk shop with her."
Majestic and wild, noble and intimidating, awe inspiring and fear inducing, the titanic creatures that are known as the Thunderbirds are practically physical embodiments of raw power. These massive living legends have soared the skies since the birth of man, protecting the innocent and punishing the wicked. They were created by the gods for the purpose of protecting man from the evils of the world, be it from the monsters that prey upon them or man's own wickedness. Thunderbirds are quite colossal beings, a fully grown thunderbird becoming so mind bogglingly large that they are able to hunt and feed upon whales similar to how their much smaller cousins do on normal fish. Much like normal birds Thunderbirds' feathers can come in a large aray of colors, from midnight blacks to snowy whites, but regardless of their feathers original coloration when a Thunderbird calls upon their storm producing abilities their plumage takes on electric blue hues. Thunderbirds have rather short lives in the grand scheme of supernatural creatures, the average age of death being 120 years old, as such they tend to try and make as much of their lives as possible. Thunderbird culture is rather nomadic, one would be hard pressed to find any Thunderbird that would willingly want to stay in one place for a long time. The creatures don't set up large communities, normally only family units of the species is the largest one would see. Unlike a lot of species Thunderbirds don't hold bloodlines in high regards, to them linage means nothing it is the actions one takes that define them. Once a year the majority of the species, namely the elders, meet to reconnect with old friends as well as ensure the next generation of Thunderbirds is coming along. Thunderbirds are able to reproduce with almost any other species, but the offspring of these union will always be a Thunderbird. Thunderbirds usually pick their mates based upon the need create another generation of strong and capable guardians, so qualities of both physical and intestinal fortitude are normally sought after. Just as one would inspect from their namesake Thunderbirds are linked with storms, their massive bodies altering the weather when they take flight. They are able to produce thunderous claps with the flap of their wings, hurl lightning from their eyes, create hurricane like winds with their voices, and bring rain down from the sky. They are also incredibly durable, it taking quite the amount of force in order to break their hide, as well as mind-bogglingly strong given their massive size. The electrifying species also has the ability to take on a human form at will. While in their human state Thunderbirds lose their natural ability to fly and their titanic strength is reduced; though they can still easily out muscle most foes, take a blow that would kill others, as well as still take command of the weather around them. Though bred to be protectors Thunderbirds are not indestructible. They can be out matched by stronger opponents if they exist, age will eventually come for them, they must eat sleep and breath just like any other living creature, their natural need to protect the innocent can be used to manipulate them. One of their major down falls are their inability to swim while in their avian form, many a Thunderbird have met a watery grave do to this flaw.
Appearance
"Keep a smile on your face." "Getting ready for the game." "Gotta keep pushing!!" "Love the view from up here." "A storm is brewing."
In-Depth Appearance
Human While in his human form Om is still a massive individual, standing at a staggering 6'6" and possessing a jarringly muscular frame. He has a incredibly broad and bulky body build, being a practical walking mound of muscle. His skin is a light coffee brown color that is decorated with a series of tribal feather tattoos that spread from his left pectoral to his left shoulder blade and down his left arm. His eyes are a chocolate brown and usually filled with an unmistakable mirth. He has deep oak brown hair which is usually unkempt. He has a rather wide nose that is paired with a set of full lips.
Thunderbird When Om takes on his true form he grows dramatically in size, becoming roughly 18 feet tall. He sprouts massive wings and his body is covered by earthy brown feathers. His eyes become a striking amber color. Like the rest of his kind whenever Om calls upon his power to summon storms his feathers change color, his in particular becoming a dark stormy sky like hue.
Brief Personality
Om is your textbook big man with a bigger heart. He is passionate and puts a hundred percent of himself into everything he does. He is quick to trust, almost too quick, and is always willing to lend a helping hand to someone in need. Om is incredibly active, he loves getting physical and involved with the world around him. He loves playing contact sports, particularly rugby and lacrosse, though he isn't competitive, it is more just for the sake of having fun. A dream of his once he graduates he will pursue a career as a physical therapist, until then he will just settle for giving the occasional massage to his fellow students. He despises bullies, he hates the idea of someone using there power against another who has no way of defending themselves.
Familiar Name
Gaho
Familiar Form
A small female flying squirrel
Ivy "I love your hair, it is so cool!!"
Varos "Dude I know some of the best places around campus to catch some serious air time, we should glide sometime."
Ash "Man you know how to cook?! That is sooooo cool!!"
Ethra "Sweet, another bird!! Give me a high wing!!"
Haka-Mesuka "Wooooaah, that is some sweet ink!!"
Kat "We have to spar some time, it will be legendary!!!"
Raven "These hips don't lie, I love Shakira too man!!"
Mortem *Offers a giant grin and a fist bump*
Griffin "Duuuuuuuuuuuuuudddddeeeeee me, you, and the best game of hide and seek ever!!"
Lola "I understand we all have a bit weird eating habits, I eat whales after all."
"Boy, thank God the Babadook is a gay icon now! A voice for people like me!" --- "I am the tallest, tiny lesbian you'll ever meet." --- "Your tears literally give me life."
Given Name: Dolores (Lola) Dague
Gender: Female... Though, she wonders.
Age: 22, she was around before she was born-- but she wasn't quite 'alive' then, so.
Species: Entity From Another Place, 1/2 Human
The tingle that raises hair on your neck, alone at night, surrounded only by the dark gold of trees, and the unfamiliar coos of owls-- there exist places in this world where the darkness of men and magic alike pools-- places untouched by the bustle of man, the covens of witches, or the souls of anyone-- here pool spirits shunned, feelings of fear, hatred, and malaise, left to linger our plane, mingling forces left unexamined by mortal eyes, to stew, and become something else.
These ghosts mutate and grow, like the the trees around them. When darkness from beyond earth, perhaps hell-- perhaps energy even more sinister-- enters our plane, and finds it's match, something new is hatched, for... entities to inhabit, and seek out more of what created them.
Another place.
That feeling of terror you get in the woods. The feeling that something evil is behind you, that something is waiting to slip inside of you, and tear away everything you love. That feeling is real.
This Darkness given form, is a place of raw, unimaginable power, chock full of dark forces and vicious secrets. Time has no meaning, and space is fractured-- it appears, and is, anywhere and everywhere on the globe, where there is an eerie lack of life from man, and the darkness of the night lends itself to be amplified by the trees. The Entities from this place... are difficult to describe; they're as like to rip the flesh from your bone as greet you with a happy "good day." They appear as non-euclidian beings, thoughts, voices, and actual humans, or beings that resemble humans, either possessed from the plane of the living or fabricated.
Power is law, in this place-- and when influence expands, beings from earth may find themselves changed by this power, some madmen even seek it's power out, typically only to be absorbed into this hidden land of unmuffled screams and broken hearts themselves, becoming batteries of the fear and misery that the entities thrive on for survival.
When the entities leave though... or, more likely, those bastards touched by the entities find their way out... they have abilities. Typically, they have a penchant for prediction-- spoken, though, in language others may often fail to understand. They excel, oddly enough, at games of chance and sin. Those Bastards Of The Wood that enter society often become high profile gamblers as a result. Darkness is their ally much like their distant cousins, the vampire-- and under cover of night, they can expand their minds to those of animals native to their wood, allowing them to see through their eyes. They too, are harmed by the sun-- though, the burns they suffer can be avoided, through use of sunscreen and lack of prolonged direct contact, they cannot develop resistance to it, and instead of burns, they have their skin painfully peeled away by direct exposure to sunlight.
Much of their dark magicks are an unknown however-- though, it is know that their material beings are fueled not by blood, but by Garmonbozia-- this is, to them, the materialized form of suffering, pain, fear, and sorrow-- without a steady diet of these negative emotions, these entities will begin to whither and lose their grip on reality, eventually losing their physical forms and returning to their wood for slumber, or, if they are unlucky-- finding themselves turned into golden winds of omen, by the purity of the world around them.
Appearance:
The first thing people tend to notice is her scar-- branching, from her destroyed ear, to much of her cheek, the scar reaches the corner of her plump, red lips, and snakes between two large, almond shaped eyes with irises of shifting jade and emerald, notably lacking in pupils, like all of her ilk. Despite the scar, a constant mixture of visible muscle and scar tissue, warning of the threat the sun poses to her, she does have a natural beauty that could shine through, if only she smiled authentically more often.
The second thing people tend to notice is her hair. Lola's mother, an 80's heroine through and through, taught her: "The bigger the hair, the closer to God." As a soulless being, created from pure spite in the shadows of the woods, Lola has very little interest in meeting God. However, she does wear her hair up, and down. The fluffy, golden lion's mane reaches her lower back, and is the only part of her appearance she puts more that a passive effort into maintaining-- if it looks unkempt, that's because she spent 3 hours trying to make it looks that way.
Lola is a slight, frail woman, with an elongated hourglass figure, and no chest to show for it. With her lithe form, she stands tall at 5' 11'' with little in the way of muscle or excess fat. Although next to unnoticeable, her shoulders are a touch broad. She stores most of her fat, like her mother, in her hips and thighs-- though this is very little, as she only weighs around 140 pounds. Her lower body is notably more muscled and toned than her upper body. Her complexion changes with the lighting, though typically, she appears as more olive toned. Like her father, she dresses darkly, preferring blacks, band T-shirts, or garments of some nightly, regal air-- complimenting this are typically black skinny jeans, and some kind of slipper. Another notable feature are her nails-- typically cracked and poorly done, she paints them in the color of her lips naturally-- blood red. She moves her hand to cover her mouth when she speaks, as aside from pale yellowish-white teeth, opening her mouth exposes complete darkness.
Personality:
Lola is different, and she knows it.
She would very much like to be a passive and quiet individual, she would like a lot of things-- though, what she is eats at her nearly constantly. She can't help her nature! The fact that she often finds herself comfortable in misery does not help-- and as such, she often finds herself at odds with what she'd like to be. Lola is aggressively sarcastic and snarky, always ready with a sharp tongued quip-- actively looking to prod and poke at the insecurities of others. She's a blast at parties. Those who become her friend find they never need fear the opinions of others-- though crossing that gap of acquaintance is Sisyphean hurdle. (Unless, of course, you happen to be a beautiful woman).
She has a very low opinion of herself, only rivaled by her misanthropically low opinion on the existence of others, and existence itself. To describe her day to day personality bluntly, she is, to others, an emotionally blank hedonist. Clearly there's more to her-- but she'd sooner move to Russia-- (her mother tells her Slavs are very hard to frighten, and the Garmonbozia there tastes like old vodka). With solitude, comes an appreciation of introspection and activities that don't require company. Lola, as a result is rather well-read, and she, at least, considers herself funny.
Ivy Jade Riverstone I've never really gotten her alone... I don't really have a good read on her, actually. She's like snow-- really pretty to look at, but you probably shouldn't shove a pound in your mouth. I'll never make that mistake around her again.
Varos Sulan I can't get his taste! Confident people are the worst. But also the best, if you know what I mean. *WINK WINK* I'm sayiNG I WONDER IF HE'S A DRAGON DOWN UND--
Ash Jens Jury's out on this one. I can detect authentic goodness in his heart though, which I'm pretty sure I'm allergic to. Shame-- he's cute.
Ethra Big bird!
Haka-Mesuka I'll never taste her fear. With some people, you just know-- you know? It'd be smart of me to leave her be... ohh, but something about a pretty wolf makes me so dumb.
Katarina Elza She... tastes like candy. Black licorice... And... kind of reminds me of an old comic book character.
Raven Magnus I didn't know glitter was a flavor. But Raven is so fabulous, even his negative emotions taste like party shots. I... I think I might love him???
Mortem Hey, spooky scary!
Griffin His air of friendliness makes me want to barf.
Om Roomie! He tastes like fish and ambergris, but he's also such a big boy and also a bird, so I can't really be mad at him.
Leonard Brand *glares* I'll let you in on a cool little secret. Humans are always a little bit afraid. It's the best.
Name: Leonard Brand Gender: Male Age: 20 Species: Human.
Leonard is the chosen of an Elven-made sword. The sword's wish is "To protect mankind." The weapon is normally sealed inside of a ring. All Leonard has to do is hold out his hand and will for the sword to appear, and the weapon will materialize. If he lets it go, it will disappear to be called from the ring again. The ring is permanently bound to his middle finger. Killing him or severing the finger will allow it to be removed, transferring ownership to whoever defeated him. The sword is indestructible, and will thus always be as sharp as the day it was created. It can stab through a car. It also has a magical aura around it that repels energy-based attacks. So if a wizard lobs a fireball at Leon, he can bat it back at them. The sword counts as a holy symbol, and is thus effective against things like vampires and demons. When an enemy (someone who is intent on harming Leonard) is nearby, it glows with blue flame. Ownership of the ring makes Leonard stronger. It augments the strength he already has, thus putting his strength, speed, and durability on the same level as a Lycan or vampire with a similar level of physical ability. Finally, wearing the ring protects him from magic that would effect his mind and perceptions.
Appearance:
In-Depth Appearance: Leonard is a pretty big guy. He's tall, at 6'2, and has a broad frame. His shoulders are accentuated by the leather jacket he almost always wears. He has somewhat tan skin, with a mop of black hair that hangs just barely to the nape of his neck. He has green eyes, and strong hands. The years Leonard spent on his school's kendo team and all the fights he's gotten into show quite clearly. He's muscular, and with his thick biceps and chiseled chest, it's quite obvious he works out. Personality: Leo's a bit rough around the edges. He's not a bad person, by any means, but he's a bit quiet, and very blunt. He doesn't beat around the bush. If he sees someone being stupid, he'll tell them they're being stupid. If someone's being a douche, he'll whack them upside the head. If someone's being nice, he'll be their bro for life. He has a lot of sympathy for outcasts, so if he sees someone alone, he'll usually go hang out with them.
Given Name: Viik (pronounced โVeekโ) Gender: Male (by origin, technically no longer applies) Age: 31 (24 years as a human, 7 years ongoing as what he is now) Species: Unspecified (formerly human)
Appearance:
In-Depth Appearance: Viik stands at 5โ10 and weighs 207.7 lbs, most of that weight coming from his enchanted stone components. Normally hidden, his fleshy white upper body contains all thatโs left of his original human form, now preserved by a fetid black sludge that occasionally seeps out of the orifice located on his forehead (functioning to release pressure from gas buildup caused by the sludge). Brief Personality: Viik is an eccentric, taking great pride and joy in his creative hobbies. His primary goals in life are to improve his craft and have it be recognized by those around him. To that end, he is a bit of an attention seeker, but (usually) knows when to practice subtlety. He enjoys setting up new milestones for himself, and appreciates being challenged by others, for the sake of show, education, and very often - payment. He places great priority on learning from mistakes in both his craft and social interactions. and thus has a tendency to make extensive organizational lists about any variety of subjects. He does not break away from his work often, but he is not entirely averse to joining in an activity with anyone who considers him a friend.
Familiar Name: Siraan Familiar Form: Siraan takes the form of a female cobra, possessing stark white scales with small specks of black.
Additional Information: Viik is the sole survivor of a series of largely failed experiments conducted by an unknown scientist seven years ago. The experiments involved introducing modified arcane substances to human test subjects in order to produce laborers that could work in extreme, otherworldly conditions. Viik managed to survive the initial trials that gave him a myriad of resistances and immunities to various supernatural afflictions, but was deemed too physically weak to be of any practical use as a worker. Thus, Viik was discarded and left to eventually expire on his own.
However, Viik was simply too tenacious to accept this as his fate.
Viik crawled out of the muck he was thrown into and was rescued by a passing caravan, one traveling with them being an experienced golem crafter and limbsmith. Viik was gifted with a new set of limbs to replace his weak and withered ones, allowing him to stand and walk on his own. He was also taught extensively about the arts of golem crafting and limbsmithing, but unfortunately, his mentor eventually passed away due to illness. However, the mentor, to Viikโs benefit, had enlisted several favors from several individuals in order to acquire a scholarship for his protege, completed only in his dying weeks. Thus, Viik deigned to make good use of his mentorโs boon and attend Silverspell University to both improve and promote his craft.
โViikโs home is place known as the Forgemire, or the Living Factory to some. Many say it is horrible, filthy place - for most part, they are correct. Forgemire is one third rock, one third metal, and one third meat. Pipes filled with blood flow through the system. Soft beating of great heart can be heard when you press your ear to pipe surface. Viik tells no lie - the Forgemire is alive, and the Engineers keep it sated.โ
โAs Viik said, Forgemire is factory. Factory that makes many things. Golems, weapons, limbs, food, toys even. Sell products to many people of this world, and to other peoples of other worlds. Viik was rescued by Engineer and raised within the intestines of factory. He saw both good and bad of it. Factory help many, but also demand much in return. Engineers give something when they take something, or else Forgemire grows hungry. Too hungry, andโฆ bad things happen.โ
โBut Viik is proud to be Engineer. He is proud to be part of workforce that keeps Forgemire in check. Viik hopes Silverspell will help him master his craft, to make best use of factoryโs bounties. Not just for his sake, but for many othersโ as well.โ
Alright I want in on this new character trend too, I will give it a good shot.
Given name: Castor Manos Gender: Male Age: 21 Species: Hekatoncheires (Hundred handed one)
The Hekatoncheires were originally the children of Gaea and the titan Uranus, though they became the betrayers as they chose to fight by the side of Zeus and his olympians, throwing boulders the size of mountains, hundred at a time, overwhelming the titans. In the time since the defeat of the titans, the Hekatoncheires had been tasked with guarding the entrance to tartarus where they stand watch over the titans they had defeated. It is said that as part of a deal made with Zeus the Hekatoncheires would be given free reign of the sky for one season a year where they would bring great winds and storms to Greece. Or thats what the myths would have you believe, perhaps at one time that were true of them but now time has lessened the overall strength of these mythical titans. These titans now stand not much taller than the average human, thought usually still over six feet tall, their bodies are still unnaturally strong and resilient and have the strength to be reckoned with. A Hekatoncheir doesn't outwardly look odd, they only seem to have two arms, and they are not any strange color.
Strengths
Hundred hands: A Hekatoncheir is able to summon his other ninety eight hands at will, each one will materialize from the air behind them and have a storm cloud seemingly hold it aloft. each hand is as powerful as the hekatoncheir is himself.
Herald the Storms: A Hekatoncheir is a bringer of wind and rain, they can create winds from the many summoned hands, and should a Hekatoncheir focus hard enough, can create a rain storm of great strength, however this is more an adult trait.
Titan's Strength: A hekatoncheir is naturally gifted with incredible strength and durability due to his titanic heritage.
Weaknesses
Bloodline spoilage: Hekatoncheir were once so powerful that they struck fear in the hearts of titan and god alike, one alone could quell a rebellion of gods before it can begin. Now, the hekatoncheir are shadows of that former glory, their bloodline slowly diluted by outbreeding, they are now on the level of a powerful werewolf or giant in strength, and can be defeated by nearly all the same means.
From the depths: Titans of old were held in the pits of Tartarus while not a widely known location, those that do would know that the cage that contains them, is made of Obsidian, and so a weapon made of such would be more effective.
Appearance:
In-depth Appearance: Castor Is an impressive man to be sure, he stands 6'3" and is very toned, he has black hair and green eyes, as well as a deep voice. When Castor summons his many hands each of them condenses from storm clouds behind him, they are dark grey and each has a golden bracelet that trails into more cloud as they float behind him.
Brief Personality: Castor is descended from gods, though he has little of their strength, so now he is constantly trying to make sure that the pride of his ancestors shines through him, he looks to protect others in a way that is reminiscent of when his kind protected the gods. This is the core of his mindset, once he has found those he deems worthy, he will stand at their sides for an eternity. However this leads to his major downside, he is always on edge, he is always looking for his moment to shine as a hero, or just as someone who is respected.
Familiar Name: Goran Familiar Form: A small Jackal
In-Depth Appearance: Her natural skin tone is pale, however, at the moment it is a pretty olive color that seems to have its own natural shine to it. Her eyes change from brown to gold whenever she uses her abilities as well as the fact her hair bangs stand on ends. All Samโs clothing is loose and barely clings to her lean body to make it easier to take them off at night for bedtime. Each of her nine tales matches her natural hair color both brown and gold variants all except two that are bright white almost always curled around another. Her naked body is free of blemishes and that shine of her skin runs all along her supple body from her head to her modest breast and all down to her heart shaped rear end.
Brief Personality: Samantha is lazy, nonchalant, and quite evasive when it comes to every situation. Easily bored with a low attention span that causes her to give up on most tasks long before she decides to do anything; that being said Samantha is extremely smart which has lead to her accomplishing half her goals before she even reached her teens. By the time she reached twenty she had a complete understanding of how her planeswalker ability along with her timeline manipulation worked and had a complete mastery of over it.
Brief explanation of Samantha: Sam is a planes walker a rare mage who has the power to walk between both dimensions and existences with out having to stop at the Nexus being the โin-between hubโ for those planes. She also has the abilities of a stargate and traveler meaning she can appear on any planet and any place on that planet; however, because of her personality, her parents have sealed her abilities so that she can not leave the school itself without permission from a teacher.
{"Blue Flowers!! I love that song! Look! They're so pretty. It's totally raining green... and like... auroras... the sky..."}
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โฟofficial full name_ Kiแปu(family name) Melodiรก Morena(middle name(s)) Elenei(given name)
โฟgoes by_ Mel or Elenei Kiแปu
โฟalias(es)_
Mel (most common)
Melly/Elly (close friends/family)
Mel One Wing
Mel Crow's Wing
Melodiรก Morena
Morena Joy
Pretty Bird
Crow's Wing
One Winged Crow
โฟgender_ Female
โฟage_ 24
โฟgoes by_ Witch (Alchemist, Animalia specialty)โฟappearance_ Elenei is an alluring, androgynous young woman, with somber and piercing eyes and windswept hair the color of polished oak with blue dyed streaks. Her eyes draw one in and her face has regal qualities, she's quick to smile and joke around. Her lips are particularly pale, and her skin is the color of a milky sunset. Her eyebrows are regularly plucked and her nails are manicured on a weekly basis, but she does not wear makeup.
She has a slight, unassuming physical frame with some wiry muscle hidden beneath expensive clothing. Her bust is modest, nearly flat, and her figure could best be described as "thin, fragile hourglass." She rejects her coven's sensibilities when it comes to fashion, and wears button down blouses, pastel vests, dark slacks, and ballet shoes. As a part of her ongoing experiments as Witch, based in the study of animals and alchemy, she has grown herself a large, dexterous, black wing on the right side of her body.
โฟin-depth appearance_
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Elenei was always a somber girl, even from a young age, there was always a certain reserved cloudiness behind her eyes, contemplative of something that would upset lesser men to a greater degree than the slight sadness that seemed to be a permanent feature of her face. almond-shaped eyes, piercing, dark and somber all rolled into one, rest between a frame of windswept, but chic and trimmed brunette hair. She keeps her hair clearly longer than a pixie cut or a bob-- but also shorter than a typical shoulder length hair cut-- when it grows much longer than this she tends to braid and pony tail before cutting to this 'in-betweener' length.
She keeps her ears hidden-- yet spending a few minutes with her will reveal that she is a woman who listens far more than she ever speaks. Her stony face reveals little beside the mere reality that she is thinking-- although scarcely will her expression ever give away that she is thinking of other people. She isn't a serious woman, often quick to smile. Though, she keeps her cards close to her chest, she may laugh-- but she wants you to wonder "Why did she like that joke?" Her lips, in their default state, are very subtly turned downward, just a tick, it's difficult to tell whether this from a general displeasure, or a simple force of habit. Regardless, her lips themselves are pert, caught somewhere in-between being thin and heart-shaped, and they are of a pale salmon shade-- it is very clear that her lips are abnormally pale, furthering a powdered, regal appearance of her face.
While not quite gaunt, her cheeks reveal that she has missed more meals than she should-- it can be said that her dimples do contour with the concave nature of her cheeks, and give her a very bright and pleasant smile. It is rare for her to do so, however, as previously mentioned. However, to those who know her intimately, this simply means that her rare smiles are completely genuine. Her nose is perfectly sculpted and roman, and almost serves as a pillar for the frame that is Mel's 'long' face.
That is how one would describe it, typically-- her face is long both metaphorically and quite literally, when she was younger she found a common nickname of her's to be horseface-- however as she's come into womanhood it has become something that sets her apart, giving her the air of a tragic noble, sharp facial features within a soft, long frame, and a distant, solemn personality give her a Byronesque Romantic visage. Clearly responsible for this is her multi-cultural background-- her father was a human male of Chinese and Vietnamese ancestry, and her mother is a Spanish-French Monegasque Witch.
However, certain large factors of her appearance, such as her androgynous hairstyle, often dyed with streaks of blue, her well maintained eyebrows, her pale complexion, and her single, black wing-- come from more than genetics.
Years spent training at night with her coven, hiding in shadows and huddled over fires in the pale moonlight have changed what should have been a Mediterranean olive-tan skin tone, reminiscent of the early sunset, to a skin tone that is much milkier in color-- it is even, save for the occasional blemish, and very soft to the touch.
After years of ingesting potions imbued with her own magical energy, she has managed to physically maintain features of the animals she specializes in. Her right wing has grown large to compensate for the her difficulty in ever growing a permanent left one-- she can't fly, but the wing is strong enough to propel her jumps by a little over her own height-- 5'8"-- can move upwards of 100 lbs of weight, can lighten falls and generally act as a third, muffled limb. The wing is 8'6" at it's longest, and is slick like a raven or a crow's.
She's thin, all around-- often to the point of causing confusion to her sex from a distance. Having the skinny, well-maintained body of an athlete-- albeit one eats much less than they should, and drinks more potions than intended for any one person. Due to this, she can appear to be much frailer than she actually is-- she's fast, and has quite a bit of endurance and flexibility to boot.
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โฟpersonality_ Elenei is the daughter of the famed "Alchemist from the Orient," in witch circles, her mother is famed for being one of the few witches to bring the arts into the modern era. Her mother, Enyaba, for her part-- revitalized the teachings of potioncraft in covens in Europe and Asia, by bringing her findings from her studies with the Dugpas in Tibet, the mystics in the Americas, and the storm wives of Africa, Enyaba, with her coven brought powerful new techniques to potion craft that helped make it a viable form of magic again, as the practices of the old entered into a new century.
Elenei has followed in her mother's steps-- choosing to focus even more on the relationship between Witches, potions, alchemical brews, and the natural world. Her claim to fame has been synthesizing alchemical-chimeric brews, capable of permanently or semi-permanently altering your physical being, granting you the same strengths as found in animals. Unfortunately-- Elenei, despite her passion shared with her mother-- is a bit of a slacker. Whenever she finds time to focus on her studies, outside of her procrastination spent with activites best left to mortals, she tends to accidentally fall into new brews-- or, as she puts it 'intuit' them.
Still, she is her mother's daughter... she's a skilled botanist, alchemist, a well-known witch in her own right... perhaps she knows what she's doing? Perhaps she really can rely on her intuition to find a way to fix her 'one wing' problem... Either way, she'd just rather not bother right now, you know?โฟfamiliar name_ Francis Forever
{"Yeah... I've seen her once before... or like...? Maybe? I don't know...? Yeah.... Because, she's like, important, right? I'm pretty sure my mom met with a Solstice Witch of Winter. At some point in the last century, at least. So know that."}
v a r o s
{"Dragons can hoard without utilizing their rare materials, things that like, really help people... That's the stereotype, right? I wonder what Puff thinks about it."}
a s h
{"I'm working on a new potion! Lend me some of your fur! No-- it's not what your thinking, dude-- it's like-- you feel like a wolf on the hunt. Like coke, but the high is like a million times more intense."}
e t h r a
{"Kindred spirit! Ohh oh oh-- please lend me a feather, I'd really like another wing please."}
m e s u k a
{"I can brew you something to help with your people anxiety. Yes-- it's tested, I test every potion, powder, pill, and polutice I create in like, friggin triplicate. Totally 100% natural and I'll let you in on a secret-- I'm uncomfortable around people in my cover too-- I always keep a flask of my special greens on hand."}
k a t
{"Haha.... You're so tall. That's far out, space cadet. Maybe a little too competitive for my taste-- I know something that can calm you down a million times more than booze though-- have you ever wanted to feel like a sloth?"}
r a v e n
{"You can have a sip of my sloth brew too, my dude."}
m o r t e m
{"Bone powder is a rare commodity in the modern world of witchery-- spiritually enchanted bone powder in particular. I'll give you something that'll make you feel like a cheetah for some. No, man, it doesn't like... actually make you faster. I'm still working out the kinks."}
g r i f f i n
{"Eaten eaten eaten... I've never heard of that! But it doesn't mean you are! There are many spirits one could entwine with the brews to help ease your suffering, lost one. Do you wannaaaa...... touch a cloud?"}
o m
{"GIBE FEATHER."}
l o l a
{"Dolly Dagger! Meet Francis Forever, and a new... potion seller?"}
l e o n a r d
{"A human? Hey, I love humans! They have such a creative eye for mind altering chemicals-- not too good at allowing them to reach their full magic potential, though."}
a l e x
{"Pale and perky... But, no, not jerky... Just... I don't know where I'm going with this one."}
v i i k
{"Does that black sludge.... feel magical?"}
c a s t o r
{"Sometimes, you just need some classic, no nonsense ganja.... though, I also make xanies that make you feel surrounded by like, a full enclosure of butterflies. Thanks to Francis, here."}
s a m a n t h a
{"Like... a beast from the east! My mother spoke of your kind in her travels, you're... smaller... than I expected."}
