[CHAR] Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

[Merman]

Name: Lilli Bug Age: 19 Magic: Heart Magic; This magic allows Lilli to connect her "heart" to the "hearts" of others. Once she connects her heart to the hearts of other people and animals, it allows her to communicate with them telepathically. She also gains emapthy, allowing her to feel people's emotions. She can also feel the emotions of animals and control them. Furthermore, her empathy is so strong, that she can connect with the hearts of plants, giving her a form of plant and ecological empathy, as well as the magical ability to manipulate plant life to her discretion. Magic Level: B History: Lilli is the daughter of a famously beautiful magician who had been widowed seven times over by her 17th birthday. Each husband's death occurred both under suspicious circumstances and left the already wealthy Ms. Bug and Lilli richer. Lilli is uncertain which of them is her biological father, but has found it a personal quest to figure it out. After her 18th birthday she left the security of her mother, and began to further develop her art of painting, even beginning a small business of painting portraits and the environment and selling them. Although she could have easily relied on the money of her mother, she wanted to make an income on her own accord. She soon ran into a man who promised her that he had knowledge of her real father if she agreed to help him. Since that meeting, she has been on a journey, to uncover the truth of her father and to do what is needed to be done. Personality: Extremely feminine in appearance and personality, Lilli is a mature and sensible young girl who is often seen making graceful expressions such as clasping his hands together. She is a diplomatic individual and a bit of a wallflower, but feeds off the positive energy of others and can become worrisome over their well-being. She is known for being very motherly and precocious. Lilli is demure and speaks in an airy tone, though it seems he won’t hesitate to snap at others when they are rude or inconsiderate. She seems to be hiding her true intentions behind a coy smile. As a painter, she is incredibly aware of the world around her and uses that as a focal point for her artworks and paintings. Team Members: None, I guess. Three Strengths: 1. Her beauty 2. Her Empathy and Ecological Awareness 3. Painting Three Weaknesses: (Make them Applicable) 1. Susceptible to manipulation 2. Emotional 3. Her body is physically weak Greatest Love: Nature Motivation: To discover who her real father is, by any means necessary. Appearance:  (Please ignore the dumb naruto insignia on her belt) Additional Details: Has an odd heart-shaped birthmark on the back of her ankle, a birthmark her mother has as well.

[j8cob]

Name: Beatrix Valente Age: 20 Magic: Drill Magic A magic that allows the user to rapidly spin their body, or just individual parts such as limbs or digits. Drill Magic can allows the user to move quicker and even fly when used properly, as well as actually drilling through solid objects. The rapid spinning motion adds more power and speed behind attacks. Enough spin can even turn a simple attack deadly. Magic Level: B History: Beatrix Valente was born to Miguel and Janet Valente. Both Dark Mages of the guild White Hydra. Along with the title of Dark Mage, Beatrix inherited her father's Drill Magic and strength. While she was being raised and trained to be a Dark Mage, she was being raised in the guild alongside a young Maddox Colburn. The two were born several days apart and the only two children in the guild, so it was inevitable they eventually befriended each other. Only this was after Maddox was initiated as a Dark Mage, as she didn't care for him while he was still a slave child. While Maddox only pretended to enjoy his future career, Beatrix actually did want to become a Dark Mage like her parents. Due to their similar age and their friendship, they often worked together as kids when out on illegal jobs. At ten years old, Janet Valente was ambushed by the Magic Council and was accidentally killed when she resisted. This left Beatrix with only her father as family, though she viewed the other members of White Hydra as family. As she was a few days younger than Maddox, Beatrix was more or less considered the baby of the guild, so it was clear that the others were close with her as well. Her general life of crime and sin came to a screeching halt when she was eighteen. While out performing an assassination job with two other guild members, Maddox destroyed the entire White Hydra guild and all those inside it. Including her father. When the small team returned to find the guild hall destroyed and all the dead bodies in the ocean, they were totally shocked and blindsided. It took some time to discover the culprit was Maddox, as he was the only one unaccounted for among the dead. While the other two surviving White Hydra members decided to call it quits, having no friends or guild to turn to anymore, Beatrix decided to stay as a Dark Mage by herself and avenge her father's death. The years after this have been spent trying to find Maddox Colburn. Of course, a life of lawlessness has led the Dark Mage to live like an outlaw. Constantly stealing things she needs to survive and simply breaking into homes to find places to sleep. Her journey to find Maddox was mostly dead ends and useless information, but several months ago she happened upon an old copy of the Weekly Sorcerer, which featured Maddox inside it. Discovering that he belonged to the famous guild Phoenix Wing, Beatrix crumpled the magazine and made her way to Magnolia. Personality: Full of energy and brash, even somewhat vain. And of course: highly aggressive. These are all ways to describe Beatrix. Her generally volatile behavior is perfectly accompanied by the fact she has a constant desire to break rules and laws. She is prone to do as such on mere whims, ranging from simple boredom to having one of her angry fits. While she is headstrong and not much of a thinker, she does have common sense and the capability to think before acting. This is just a rare occurrence, not a totally impossible feat. She has a soft spot for sour candies and cute animals, but not much else. Though generally despicable in her acts, she does have a strong sense of family and friendship. It's just that she has so far had family and friends of immoral aptitude, and she has thus followed suit. General anarchy is her favorite environment and she will often make the effort to change the environment around her to fit that quota. Team Members: None. Not like any would really want to join forces with Beatrix anyways. Three Strengths: 1. If Beatrix has one thing going for her, it's her raw physical power. She hits like a truck. 2. The versatility of her magic allows her great ease for navigating difficult environments. 3. Quite speedy, even without her magic. Fast and agile. Three Weaknesses: 1. Not the sharpest tool in the shed. 2. A little too quick to act. Brash. 3. A tendency to focus on only one thing at a time. Greatest Love: Sour Candy Motivation: To destroy the man that killed her father and ruined her life. Appearance: Beatrix stands at an unimpressive height of 5' 9", making her middle-of-the-road in stature. Her clothing choice varies often, but she typically prefers to wear a style similar to that depicted in the image above (short shorts, revealing tops, etc). She almost always wears tall, black boots with black laces and her signature greaves. She has a black guild mark on the right side of her right thigh, about midway up. While travelling or outdoors in general, she often conceals herself in a purple hooded cloak to help evade unwanted recognition. Additional Details: Beatrix Valente has a standing bounty of 200,000 Jewel in just one of the towns she has a bounty in, given to her by the mayor of Regala, the town that White Hydra used to bully the most before its destruction. She is wanted in several cities and towns across Fiore for infractions ranging from petty theft to aggravated assault to vandalism and even destruction of property. Regala is the only town she has charges for murder in. The Magic Council is yet to post its own warrant for her arrest. And of course: theme song. Supplementary List of Spells Note: All foes hit with any of her spinning attacks will also be spun themselves. The sheer power behind each blow makes blocking a difficult and painful task, but successful blocks or simply being strong enough allows a victim to resist the spinning effect. Drill Magic: Breaker Fist - A powerful haymaker punch with the influence of her magic. Her arm spins rapidly as she makes the punch, adding to the pure power and speed behind it. Enough power, in fact, to break steel. Drill Magic: Swiveling Blast - Similar to the above spell, only performed with a wide kick rather than a punch. Even more powerful than her Breaker Fist with slightly more reach, but also somewhat slower to perform. Drill Magic: Spinning Propulsion - By rapidly spinning her lower body, Beatrix propels herself through the air. This allows her to move even faster than running and she can even fly like this. It must be noted that she cannot hover like this, as she always has forward momentum. This can be used to add even more force behind her attacks as well as for maneuvering around her environment. She can make her entire body spin to go even faster, though this limits her attacks to only charging directly at a foe to cause damage. Drill Magic: Air Burst - Beatrix rapidly spins her arms after putting her hands together directly in front of herself, facing an enemy. After spinning her arms for a moment, gathering the air around her and spinning that along with her arms, she shoots the spinning, compressed air at her foe by splitting her arms apart. Her only form of ranged attack, and it retains the same power as any of her regular strikes. However, due to being a different composition, it has different ways to get around it. Moves at high speed and is actually quite wide. Drill Magic: Burrowing Mole - By rapidly spinning either her lower body or both arms above her head, Beatrix can actually function like a drill and easily carve a path through the ground. Her drilling capability allows her to easily go through stone, and go through steel with difficulty. Hitting an opponent while using this spell has a different effect compared to the other ones. While her other attacks inflict blunt force trauma, this attack is actually "sharp" and will not only cut opponents but can completely impale them. Supplementary Combat Details Martial Art Style: Beatrix doesn't use a named art as he form of melee combat. Rather, she uses her own self-developed style that is reminiscent of Western Boxing, placing an emphasis of a combination of light and quick strikes to open up an opponent to a heavy, hard-hitting blow. While her most common form of striking comes from her fists, her most powerful strikes are from her legs. Her leg power makes her sweeps highly effective when she uses them. While her martial art is unnamed and self-taught, it has been proven to be of a comparable status to the more traditional fighting styles. Aside from the basic striking plan mentioned before, Beatrix's body actually has a lot of motion in her fighting stance. This allows her to bob and weave around attacks with greater ease, allowing follow-up strikes and counters. When it comes to defense, her preference is to dodge rather than to block. But she keeps her arms in and will block attacks that are aimed toward her face/head and attacks aimed toward her center of mass (with her legs more so than her arms). The general rule of her combat style: quick upper-body movements and strikes, strong lower body blocks and strikes. Due to her natural strength, and especially when amplified by her Drill Magic, even her light jabs have respectable power. Much how her style is unnamed, she has no named techniques to attribute to her martial art. Supplementary Records Criminal Record: Her rap sheet has no shortage of marks. Cities and towns all over Fiore have her name on file for various crimes committed in their territories by Beatrix. The most common crimes being theft, aggravated assault, and vandalism, though she has committed far more than just those. It should be noted that she does have several murder charges related to assassination jobs of the past, though those are few and far between. Different cities have different bounties for her capture, with the highest being 200,000 Jewel in the town of Regala, and a cumulative bounty of 376,000 Jewel. Despite her "impressive" records, no actions have been taken against her by the Magic Council. The Weekly Sorcerer: Beatrix was featured in a brief article on up-and-coming Dark Mages that are potential threats to how magic is perceived but also don't belong to a guild. She was only mentioned by name without listing any deeds or providing any pictures.

[Zeroth]

Name: Rutger Artz Age: 18 Magic: Flame God Slayer Magic Level: B History: Born and raised on a snowy mountain in a small, nearly isolated village, Rutger and his father were herders responsible for providing a great deal of meat, cheese, and wool to keep the villagers supplied during the harsh winters. As such they had more wealth than many in the small settlement; not nearly enough to be considered rich, but enough to afford a few more small luxuries--such as books. Rutger adored books, and whenever the odd peddlar braved the dangers of the mountain and brought their wares to the village square, Rutger would beg his father for enough money to buy every book he could. His parents easily relented; after all, knowledge was power. Little did they know the power their son would gain. One day, the peddlar brought a pile of books they had collected from all corners of Fiore, and Rutger bought them all. Among them was a book with a strange cover, blackened and dusty with the appearance and texture of charcoal. Rutger originally found, when he opened this book, that it was written in such an old dialect as to be neary indecipherable, a throwback to the days when Fiore was instead known by another name: Ishgal. He struggled to translate it so that he could read it, using other books as resources, but even then the contents simply seemed to squirm before his eyes. During a particularly cold storm, Rutger read next to the fireplace, as he usually did. Once again he was trying to decipher the book. He cried out in sudden despair when an ember popped from the fire and landed on one of the pages...but the book did not burn. Instead, the letters within began to glow, and a warmth spread through Rutger as he watched in fascination. He felt something within him being pulled out, and the book reacted to it. From this reaction, the letters shifted, and became readable. Though Rutger did not know it, it was not only the flame that had changed the book. Within him, as within roughly 20% of Fiore's population, was the potential for magic, and the book had reacted to it, choosing him as its new owner. He became obsessed with the book, poring over its contents day after day. He began to practice the magic in secret, his curiosity overcoming the risks and the possibility of being ridiculed by his family or the other villagers. It was here, however, that he learned just why magic was so feared. Black flames threatened to consume the village, and Rutger could not stop them. The only fortune to be had that day was when the heat melted part of the snow on the mountainside and caused an avalanche that managed to put out the flames, though many villagers were trapped in their homes until they could be dug free. Because of Rutger's magic, he had almost destroyed everything and everyone he had ever loved. The villagers began to treat him with fear and disdain, and his family decided it would be for the best to send him away. Rutger left the snowy village in the dead of night, keeping himself warm with his power, a blessing and a curse. Knowing he had to find someone to help him control his abilities, he headed for the Mage Guilds... Personality: Deeply unsettled by the events of his life, Rutger is often gloomy, but when his heart finally begins to open up, traces of an imaginative, curious, and energetic youth can be seen. Team Members: N/A Three Strengths:

• Fount of Knowledge - Rutger is widely read in a variety of subjects, and thus knows a great deal about many things.
• Steel Trap Memory - Rutger doesn't have a photographic memory, but it's a good one nonetheless, especially if it's something he's read.
• Analytical Mind - Rutger's great at discovering and putting together clues to deduce possible answers, though some of his predictions are based on "genre-savviness" rather than realism.

Three Weaknesses:

• Self Control - Rutger is still new to his magic, and has a great deal of trouble controlling it, making him dangerous in flammable areas, tight spaces, or when allies are crowded around him.
• Fear - Rutger is so afraid of hurting people he cares about with his magic that it severely weakens his spells and abilities.
• Passiveness - Rutger isn't often one to take initiative on his own, and he's stopped taking as many risks. He often tries to think of excuses to justify this to himself, and in the process is his own worst critique, creating mental blockages that can keep him from doing what's necessary out of fear of failure.

Greatest Love: Reading Motivation: Learning to control his magic Appearance:

Rutger's Image

Rutger stands at 5 feet 10 inches and weighs around a hundred and seventy pounds, with a bit of tone from working with animals and living in a harsh environment, but not so much like a weight lifter. He has dark red, almost auburn hair that spikes sort of to the right, with a cowlick on the left and slightly back. His eyes are golden amber, and he wears a long sleeved black wool shirt under a thick blue, denim-like jacket with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and heavy brown leather gloves lined with white wool. His pants are dark gray in color and his boots are made in the same style as his gloves. A black leather belt with a silver, square buckle holds two leather pouches, one on the side of his left hip and the other on the back of his waist. The last item of clothing he wears is a bright red woolen scarf sewn with double layers for extra warmth; this particular item was a gift from his mother before he left, and he tends to wear it all the time to remind himself of his family even if he changes the rest of his outfit. Additional Details: Always has at least one book on hand.

[Expolar]

Name: Grane Falo

Gender: Male

Age: 89

Birthday: March 11, X803

Magic: Mimic Magic
Unlike the lizardmen created before him, Grane can actually retaining the knowledge of the magic that was copied. The only exception is that he can only wield three kinds of magic at the same time, but he can adjust the power of the three magics by regulating how much power each one should have or if it all the power should be focused on just one magic.

Commonly and seen magics used :

• Nulify
• Dragon Scale Thorn
• Telepathy
• Teleportation
• Requip
• [url=http://http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/46105-phoenix-wing-a-fairy-tail-rp-remake/char]Fire Transformation Magic[/url]
• Blue Flames
• Earth Magic

Basic Information:
It started as a simple request from the Magic Council who gave Daphne a specific deal. The Council would pardon her of her past actions only if she agrees with the terms to create a being as strong as a dragon with the same magic ability to copy a specific wizard’s magic just like her lizardmen, but retain its use for future use since it could provide as a great tool after the aftermath of when most wizards and magic disappeared. Along with the agreement, the lizardman/dragon would still be as tough as an actual dragon and have an incredibly long life span. In addition, it should have a higher intelligence than most living things to help adapt, advance, and learn in different situations so that it doesn’t run into some regrettable mistake. And as a precaution, Daphne would need to be monitored anytime she was working on her experiment.

It took Daphne a little over a decade to finally create what she decided was a lizardman and dragon hybrid, Grane Falo. She followed the agreement as followed and was pardon with the success that Grane could bring. What believed to be a simple tool became more than expected and did show very noticeable sentient life inside him. It was the first three years of his birth that showed his exceptionally high aptitude and knowledge of the world from every book, article, and events from past to present that he read about from the Council’s Library and the Magic Library. Shortly after, he had begun watching different wizards perform their own magics and from simply watching their performance he was able to copy the magic being used. Years later, instead of watching simple performances, Grane was finally able to watch actual wizards use their magic for many uses and purposes from a great distance to eventually mirror to almost surpass the original wielder.

Personality:
Over time, most members of the Magic Council would compare Grane’s personality and beliefs to Gran Doma, a previous chairman of the Magic Council. He is evidently stern, serious and does not tolerate anyone breaking the law. Thus, he tends to keep his mentality strictly to the book while working to find justice in the law. But when he isn’t really working, his nature becomes more relax than serious, but still serious enough that it would be bad to disturb his day of relaxation.

Three Strengths:
1. Knowledge and use of over one hundred spells and growing.
2. His body almost strong as a dragon.
3. Years of training from the Magic Council.

Three Weaknesses:
1. His limit of only wielding three different kinds of magic at the same time.
2. His body is not as identical to an actual dragon’s near impervious body.
3. His kill switch in case of emergencies.

Apearance:


Additional Details:
Have retractable wings that sprout in and out of his back. Usually he has it retracted unless a situation requires him to fly.

[Demon Shinobi]

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**Image may be subject to change**

There are no physical differences between Zenoram and Zero. Despite how they look, they are fairly toned and athletic. Under their clothes they house a considerably tough body. Their muscles have been trained and toned throughout their time with Hemlock. They are considerably durable and a bit heavier than one might expect. They stand at about 5'8" and weigh about 140 lbs. They can typically be seen wearing an outfit comprised of [a white button down shirt with a blue green tie, black pants, and black shoes. How the clothes are worn can also help tell who is in control, if the attitude change alone doesn’t give it away. If the tie is loose and the sleeves are rolled up it’s generally/always Zero because he doesn’t like the neat look Zenoram has going on. They can also be seen typically wearing their black, dragon scale jacket. When Zenoram is in control his hair is well kept and fairly neat while Zero wears it in a much more unkempt fashion. His guild stamp is the typical shade of purple and located on his back, just under the left shoulder around the shoulder blade area.

Name: Zenoram and Zero Oleander
Date of Birth: June 13, x874
Age: 18
Magic:
Zenoram
=> Time “Zone” Magic – This Magic allows the user to temporarily control the time within a certain area of space around himself. In order to use it a barrier must first be erected. A barrier can grow up to a single mile about 2 miles in each direction of where his body is. Anything within or that enters the barrier will be susceptible to the time under his control. Those within direct contact with him will be affected

Time "Zone" Magic

=> Stop – The simplest and least taxing of his abilities. For as long as Zenoram is able to hold his breath attacks, individuals, objects, etc. are all frozen in time. This works for getaways or moments of peace. By coming into direct contact with another he may free them from the time freeze. Currently, he is able to hold his breath for about 124 seconds (or the equivalent of one post after the initial activation post) at a time on average.
=> Rewind – By coming into direct contact with an item or person he can temporarily reverse any damage, or fatigue from them as though it never happened. The down side is all damage and fatigue will return to the target in addition to any extra they may have acquired when the magic is deactivated or if he passes out. It is important to note that while this move may seal open wounds, and remove the effects of fatigue and loss of stamina it will not truly replace limbs or lost body parts.
=> Fast Forward – Contrary to what one may think, this does not fast forward the time of any object or person per say. Rather Zenoram can allow himself and anything he is holding or touching to move at a heightened speed in the barrier. Given enough skill and training an opponent may be able to follow him, but typically it is extremely difficult for most people to keep up with or even track his movements.

Zero
=> Poison Dragon Slayer Magic - A lost, caster magic that grants the user various characteristics a poison dragon. Subsequently, Poison Dragon Slayer Magic allows the user immunity to various forms of poison and toxins. It allows them to produce and control poison from any part of their body, which can be used both in melee and as a ranged form of offense. Poisons of the Poison dragon may be deadly, paralytic, or simply corrosive, all at the user’s discretion. Aside from immunity to toxins and poisons, like any other dragon slayer the user may consume various types of poison in order to replenish themselves and their magic.
=> Dragon Force - Although he never has, if Zero were to enter Dragon Force his hair would turn a dark shade of purple with light, violet scales appearing along and around his eyes and cheeks. His hands and feet will become more like those of a dragon with reddish purple claws and scales running up to his elbows and knees respectively. He would also gain dragon-like eyes and more elongated, and sharper, canines.

Poison Dragon Slayer Technique

**I will be adding to this as time goes on. **
Basic Spells
=> Poison Dragon’s Roar – The breath attack of a poison dragon is one of many forms. It takes the form of a large spiraling blast with highly destructive penetrating power.
=> Poison Dragon’s Destructive Fist – After engulfing their hand in highly potent slightly corrosive poison, the user launches a powerful punch which seems to blow on impact causing a forceful poisonous explosion.
=> Poison Dragon’s Slicing Talon – After encasing their foot in poison the user kicks their target. Whether this attack lands or not; a wave of corrosive poison with enough force and slicing power to cut through stone will be launched.
=> Poison Dragon’s Corrosive Claw – The user focuses poison on their fingers tips in the form of claws and slashes at their target. Digging into the skin may be enough to infect the target with the slow acting paralytic poison.
=> Poison Dragon’s Arsenal: Melee Edition – The user forms various melee weapons such at shields, swords, hammers, maces, etc. in order to hold, or simply encasing their hands in feet, in order to fight and add extra damage upon impact. Enough speed and force with allow a Poison blade to slice or pierce the target.
=> Poison Dragon’s Arsenal: Projectile edition – The user forms various types of projectile weapons such as bullets, arrows, javelins, etc. that they fire at high speeds at their target.
Dragon Slayer Secret Art
=> Amethyst Wisteria: Poison Dragon’s Drill – The user creates a vortex of poison around themselves. It can momentarily act as a barrier to blow or redirect incoming attacks which will only serve to be melded into the frey. The user then directs the attack towards their opponent, unleashing the spinning drill-like mass of poison on them and anyone else in its path.
=> Amethyst Wisteria: Poison Dragon’s Wasteland – The user first begins by accumulating a mass of poison and concentrating it into their fist. Upon entering a wide stance, they thrust their fist into the ground beneath them flooding it with the poison. The torrent of poison will begin to spew out in a radius spanning roughly a half a mile to a mile out around the user, more with enough magic power poured into it, corroding the land and surroundings along with anything it touches. The poison released with this spell with also simultaneously fill the area with toxic fumes. This skill can leave the affected area barren until such a point that the user, or another mage of the same element, is able to remove and/or neutralize the poison and its toxins so that the land may have a chance at healing.

Magic Level: High A-class
History: The following is the story of how Zenoram and Zero came to be who they are today.

Zenoram and Zero

Zenoram and Zero share a body, but different ages and birthdays. At least that is how Zenoram would try to explain it. The young man was born in a small village just a bit away from the base of Mt. Hakobe. His father was a criminal and magician in many areas, but his mother had fallen in love with him. He had truly tried to change. No… He had changed. The villagers simply refused to believe that. Thus, they had no problem leaving him to die when he fell ill. This had taken a serious toll on his mother who passed not more than a month later. He remained healthy, but at this time Zenoram was a mere four years old.

He had never been treated very well before. But he had always had his mother and father. Thus, when he had to face it himself he couldn’t bare it. He tried. He really did. For a year he faced bullying and anger because of who his father was and his mother’s choice. He was simply born. That was his crime. Still, something broke not long after he’d turned five. He remembers it so vividly. He was being picked on again. There were three boys. Each was a bit bigger, and a little older, and much meaner. That day he had just lost control. He didn’t black out. He saw everything that happened. He was fighting back. He was hurting the boys. But it wasn’t him.

“I’ll protect you.” The one in control said calmly after the trouble had ended. They were alone. Back home. Zenoram was once more in control, but in the back of his mind was another. It was him and yet it wasn’t. “Who are you?” Zenoram questioned. “I’m exactly what the villagers say. Exactly what those assholes try to make me out to be. I’m nothing. Zero.” The other answered simply. Though Zenoram doubted he believed that himself. But at least he wasn’t alone now.

That day things changed. The village’s opinion worsened, but he wasn’t really bullied anymore. Zero changed so much. Nothing could go wrong. Or so they thought. One day, two years later, on the day of tribute, his home was invading. Things were destroyed. Some stuff in a bag. Some packed up. It was like nothing he’d experienced before. Zero of course attempted to fight, but it didn’t amount to much. There were too many. That was it. He’d be the tribute.

However, rather than eat him, the dragon reacted in anger. “Those damn villagers force a child into this now?” He seemed to have had enough. He looked as though he’d attack the village. “Good! Go get em!” Zero spoke loudly, but the control shifted quickly. “No! You can’t!” Despite everything Zenoram wished to protect them. He wouldn’t allow the dragon to do it. Luckily, the confusion of him and Zero caught the dragon’s attention. From there they began to speak. The dragon was Hemlock. The dragon seemed skeptical about Zenoram and Zero, but he grew to accepted. Hemlock allowed them to live with him. Zenoram and Zero had another to care for and care for them. They had someone who’d protect, teach and raise them.

Since then, the two have grown considerably. They have each learned many things. Much of what they’ve learned has varied between each of them, but neither has had much to complain to. It was rare that they’d leave the cave and mountain. But when they did, they would always return with some amazing things. Books, scrolls, food, and other various items were all acquired. To this day they enjoy a life of solitude with their surrogate parent Hemlock. However, just as he does, they fear these pleasant days may soon come to an end.

Leaving Mt. Hakobe to the Present

Although they would never have admit it at first, the death of Hemlock had greatly affected Zenoram and Zero. Part of them found it hard to even accept for a time, though they tried their best to move on afterward. Zero couldn’t bottling up the feelings of resentment he held toward people in general. Zenoram still tried to act in a kind enough manner, but part of him pulled back a bit, even from those he cared for such as Mithera and Karn. It was a bit easier to steer clear of Damian. He was riddled with guilt after the event transpired and they couldn’t face that.

Aside from a brief run in with another dragon slayer and a quick stop at the grand magic games Zero and Zenoram were rarely around the guild very long. If it wasn’t a job, the two were off on journeys of training. They had to get stronger, push themselves beyond their limits, and do everything they could to become more than what they were. The problem was that in doing so they were isolating themselves. Any chance of growing closer with anybody was slipping away, even though they had come to accept the guild as a sort of new home where they could feel just about as safe as they had been with Hemlock.

Still, as sporadically as the young man (men?) had been to the guild, it was unlikely they could ever fulfill Hemlock’s wish for them to be happy. Zenoram was the first to come to the realization. Zero took a little convincing. He was sure that the way they were was for the best. They were happy together. They didn’t need anyone. And yet… Part of him knew that Zenoram was right. So they resolved to return to the guild. If nothing else, they would be better than they were. They could live up to their late father’s wish.

Personality: While each personality has its share of similarities, such as a need to defend and protect the beings they care for, they are for the most part vastly different.
Zenoram
Zenoram is kind, forgiving and trusting to a fault. He is loving and innocent and wishes to protect life. He looks for the best in people, even if there isn’t much good in them to begin with. Above all he is not a fighter. He wishes to protect, but he does not have the mindset to bring harm to others. He believes it is better to be hurt than hurt others. He is loyal. He cares. He truly does.
Zero
Zero while sharing loyalty, and a certain kindness towards those he actually does care for, is Zenoram’s polar opposite. He quite enjoys dealing pain on to others and is not afraid to even kill if it means protecting what he wishes to protect. He is distrusting, cautious towards just about everyone, and is even one to hold a grudge. Put simply, he is an asshole. But only if he doesn’t see you as important to him or Zenoram.
Team Members: None
Three Strengths:
Zenoram

• Zenoram can generally get along with just about anyone fairly easily.
• Zenoram is durable as he shares a body with Zero
• Zenoram knows when he cannot win and knows when to back down. He uses his brain and intelligence.

Zero

• Zero is able to properly utilize his body’s combative capabilities to extraordinary heights. Whether it is his heightened senses or enhanced physical abilities, he is highly skilled.
• Zero can take a hit because of his durable body. Thus, he may go down, but it’ll take a lot to make him drop.
• Zero has a very strong will and a high aptitude for combat. Thus, he can fairly easily adapt to battles.

Three Weaknesses:
Zenoram

• Zenoram’s kind and trusting nature leaves him vulnerable to trickery and manipulation. He is easily fooled and it could very well be his undoing.
• Zenoram lacks the mindset and the ability to properly use his body to its combative potential. Thus, he is support and not much else.
• Zenoram has little to no actual combat ability. Physically, he should. But mentally his knowledge is blank.

Zero

• Zero just doesn’t know when to quit. He can sometimes lose himself in a battle and go too far even if he cannot win.
• Zero’s insecurities over his feelings regarding Zenoram and his existence can be a tactical weapon against him if one knows that much about him.
• Zero is fairly paranoid and can make simple mistakes and cause problems because of his own anger and paranoia.

Greatest Love:
Zenoram
Zenoram cares for Hemlock and Zero, but also deeply cares for the life inhabiting this world and the lives of each individual and creature around him.
Zero
Zero’s greatest love or loves include Hemlock and Zenoram. He cares for nothing else in this damned world.
Motivation:
Zenoram
Zenoram’s motivation is the dream of one day living happily. He doesn’t know what circumstances exactly, but if he can be happy, it will be enough. He will strive for this life.
Zero
Zero’s only motivation is to see that Zenoram isn’t hurt. Sure he can’t stop physical pain, but he can do his best to relinquish any further mental damage.
Bonus info: As I have nothing more to say regarding Zenoram and Zero for the moment, I shall regail you with the tail of Hemlock, The Poison Dragon.

Tale of Hemlock and Aurora

Near the end of the battle with the Dark Mage Zeref and his followers, just as magic came to be feared and the Magic Management council was created there was a discovery. A total of ten fossilized dragon eggs were found. This was amazing. Using the magic and technology at their hands these marvels could be revived and brought back to life. However, those behind this discovery new that with all that had been done, it was likely that no public support would be gained. Worst case scenario the eggs would need to be destroyed. However, they could prove to be mighty weapons in the future if raised and tamed.

Thus, under the watchful eye of the Magic Management Council and the king these eggs were studied in secret. Five years, or grueling work, experimentation, and failure after failure passed, but finally the fruits of labor ripened. At this point only five eggs remained. But these five eggs were more than enough. They were revitalized. They were then cultivated and hatched. Under the watch of the kingdom’s higher ups, the dragons were to be raised and tamed. Taught to obey. However, things didn't go as planned. Another five years passed and two of the five dragons had died. As it turned out the process had only succeeded properly with the final three as they were rejuvenated with the final adjustments made. It was a miracle they were alive.

Only five years of age, the dragons knew very little. But they did know that their brethren were lost. These people did not care for their lives. They knew they had to flee. The two had been named Erebus, Hemlock and Aurora. They were of darkness, poison and ice respectively. These facts lined their minds. It was all they truly knew of themselves. Everything else was sheer instinct. It was likely for this reason that during their escape plan on the sixth year of their lives, only two of them were able to escape unharmed. They could just barely fly, and had little control over their magic. They did manage to escape, but soon after, Erebus passed. Hemlock and Aurora were stricken with grief. Hemlock doesn’t know how Aurora felt exactly, but he could never trust the humans again. And he in fact hated many of them. They were the real monsters in his eyes.

The two made their way to Mt. Hakobe after having hidden Erebus’s body in the ground so as not to be found. They had no idea they’d actually given the young dragon a burial, but they did know that it was just them from now on. This was simply one more fact to add to the list of things they knew. Days passed, and then months, and years and decades. Time halted for nothing. Hemlock had taken to living on one side of the mountain and Aurora on the other.

By himself, Hemlock learned, and grew. He trained. He rarely took the time to see Aurora, choosing to live in solitude. Nobody would bother. Alone he spent his days in a cave not too far up from the base. At least, that was until a small village settled just a mile or so away from the base on his side. Adventurers and travellers. Often one would venture into the mountain. They wouldn’t get far. He didn’t make any moves towards them. No acts of aggression. He simply watched.

Still, it was inevitable that as years passed he would be discovered. They began some idiotic ritual in which they sacrificed a member of their home to him. They dared not act against him. While this was in his favor he had no reason to consume the humans. He had no taste for them. Thus he’d often carry them to safety and urge them to never return. They never did. He went on like this slowly growing more annoyed with the ritual and people altogether. He’d not asked for them, nor their fear, nor any of what they did. Hemlock simply wished to live in peace.

Hemlock went on about his life until one day he nearly snapped. A child was brought as an offering. So far it’d always been an adult. One who’d volunteered. Had no regrets or fear. But this child was forcefully brought. The villagers looked at him with disgust and anger. They treated him like nothing. Did his life mean nothing? It reminded him of his early years. And yet, one voice urged him to proceed while another pleaded for him to leave the humans be. The strange thing was both voices came from the child. Confusion ensued until Zenoram explained. Zero confirmed, but Hemlock was skeptical.

Eventually, he accepted it. Joke or not the child didn’t seem to let it go or change his story. Hemlock had neared adulthood. He’d have brought the child to safety, but that was impossible. He would surely die on his own. Thus, Hemlock concluded to raise the young boy. To teach him, and help him live. Over the years he grew close to the boy. To this day they live in solitude together. Though he fears their time together may soon end.

The Death of Hemlock

Not long after Zenoram and Zero initially left Mt. Hakobe Hemlock would come under attack by a group of assailants of unknown affiliation. They planned to use magic to capture him and put him under their control. With a small army at their disposal the mages likely could have succeeded. However, with the intervention of Zero and new allies of the Phoenix Wing guild; Damian, Karn, Mithera, Melina. Reckless though it seemed, the group charged into battle. The miniature army was little more than cannon fodder before their might, the actual threats coming later.

With Damian heading the assault two members of the enemy team were dispatched fairly easily. However, even taking down the enemy forces left a single man with a wealth of new power at his disposal. The group had managed to subjugate Hemlock, causing him to lash out against even the young men he considered his foster son(s). The man had clearly gone mad with power, angry at those opposing him, particularly aiming this anger at Karn (in his Chimera form).

With no other options Zero and Zenoram resolved to stop their father anyway possible. Even if it meant his end. He would never have wanted to live under another’s control; especially, if he would be forced to hurt others. The chimera, Zero and Damian combined their magic and launched one final strike on the mighty dragon.

Hemlock returned to his senses. The day had been won. But at a cost. He didn’t have long before he would no longer be of this world. . In his dying moments he spoke to each member of the group who’d helped him. He tried to relieve Karn and Damian of their guilt, though such a task would be nearly impossible for anyone. He spoke to Karn the best he could and then gifted Damian with a fang with which he could use to create a mighty blade. To MIthera he gave a necklace comprised of his scales and a claw. And finally, to Zenoram, to Zero, he gifted a black dragon scale jacket made from his own hide. Thus, with his goodbyes having been said, Hemlock passed on.

[HeartlessAngel]

Name: "White Lightning" Vincent BlackSabre Age: 19 Magic: "White Raijin" Magic. Essentially, Vincent uses a unique type of Lightning Magic. While he cannot generate electricity in his body directly, he is able to charge anything he touches with electricity, allowing him to do a variety of things. His favorite thing to do is charge the throwing knives he constantly carries around him. This increases the piercing power of the knives, allowing them to penetrate wood and even stone. However, Vincent is also able to travel through anything with an electrical current, whether it be something or someone he had charged with his touch, or even a light post, as an electrical current. If he has touched the spot over someones heart, he can pass through their heart as an electrical current, essentially causing cardiac arrest. The more things that Vincent passes through, the more charge his body can absorb, and as a last-resort, he can release the charge in his body, giving him unparalleled speed and strength for a short amount of time. But because this electricity was not generated from his body, but from an outside source, this does leave his muscles unable to function properly for a period of time, hence it being a last resort move. Magic Level: A History: Growing up in an orphanage, Vincent kept to himself most of the time. A loner by nature, he constantly watched as the children around him were adopted, while he remained left behind. As more and more children left, Vincent felt himself grow to resent everyone around him more and more, and finally, at the age to 10, he ran away from the Orphanage. Knowing that without money, he would eventually die, Vincent began to research magic, and developed his own kind of Magic, taking the principle of Lightning Magic he had read about, and creating his own twist. At first, he was horrible, and instead of taking jobs or joining a guild to gain money, he instead resorted to stealing food. But after five years of living like this, after five long years to trying to perfect his magic, he was finally able to use it. It was at the age of fifteen that Vincent realized that his magic was best suited for assassination. Fast, efficient, and most of all, quite. And so, he became a freelance Mage, taking on assassination jobs for a price. He was finally able to get off the streets and into a decent apartment, finally able to support himself. Finally, he was able to live properly. Personality: Vincent prefers to be alone, and dislikes large crowds. He is usually calm and collected, taking the time to study his targets and opponents carefully before making a move. He seems to have a certain liking for taking the lives of others, and can act quite sadistic at times, although this may be an act. He is believes in loyalty above all else, accepting payments only after his job is finished, and will allow any client to jip him. Team Members: None Three Strengths: 1. Good Marksmen: Due to the nature of his magic, Vincent relies on his throwing knives to get the job started. Because of this, he has trained for years to have a good eye, usually throwing 6 knives at a time with deadly accuracy. 2. Master of Magic: Due to training for years with his magic, and developing it himself, Vincent has almost complete mastery of his magic, able to completely understand how his magic works. 3. Strategist: Never rushing into a battle, Vincent always takes the time to study his opponents, carefully reading their movements, and can make counter-strategies. Three Weaknesses: 1. Loner: Vincent doesn't exactly work well with others, and prefers to be alone, which can get him into trouble. 2. Sadism: While not an actual Sadist, Vincent tents to act like one when he battles, due to the fact that he tries to cover up the loneliness he felt as a child. Because of this, it can be difficult to gain other's trust. 3. Over-Charge: If Vincent unleashes all the electricity his body gathers, he is left immobile for a while, due to his muscles being paralyzed. Not only is this very painful, but can spell trouble if facing multiple enemies. Greatest Love: Being an Assassin. Motivation: To be recognized by all. Appearance: Vincent stands tall at 5'9, with jet black straight hair, his bangs falling over his eyes slightly. His has a fair complexion, with Steel-Grey eyes. He is thin, but has a light layer of muscle built up from years of training. His attire consists of a white shirt underneath a full-length black leather trench-coat, green and purple fingerless gloves, blue jeans, and black army boots. Additional Details: With a little love and trust, he can easily become a great ally. It just takes time.

[MarshiestMallow]

Name: Jarvis (Last name omitted. Mainly because I can't remember it)
Age: 42
Magic: Lacrima Manipulation
Personality: Jarvis is a serious individual, protective of Jamie, and the rest of the guild. He tends to aim towards silence, then anything else, and is a strong individual.
Team Members: N/A
Three Strengths:
-1. His Magic is very varying.
-2. His loyalty.
-3. His strength.
Three Weaknesses:
-1. He doesn't consider any to himself, when protecting those he care about.
-2. He at times has a one track mind
-3. He can only stock so much Lacrima styles.
Greatest Love: His daughter, her memory, and the guild.
Motivation: Making sure Jamie doesn't get themselves killed.
Appearance:
Additional Details:N/A

[Zarkun]

Name: Damian "Blades Gerard Age: 24 Magic: N/A Magic Level: N/A History: Damian was born to parents who were both enlisted in the Edolas Royal Army. His father was a Captain with a brilliant tactical mind and his mother a compassionate sergeant serving in another regiment. His childhood consisted of following his mother's regiment around and spending time with his father when the two were on leave, with weapons and hand to hand training filling much of the family's time. When he turned eight, his mother was transferred to his father's unit and they spent more time together, with Damian enlisting, unofficially, at the age of fourteen. Two years later, when he turned sixteen, tragedy struck. During a battle with some of the separatists that had sprung up, his father took a knife to the back, even as the young man, seeing the fatal blow coming, rushed to try and stop it. The culprit still died, his head removed by Damian's claymore, but his father died on the field of battle. His mother took a fatal wound to her torso from a flurry of arrows, and she died in a medical tent, her son crying at her side. Her final words asked him to find and join a guild and escape the life of killing he'd lived since he was young. Promising her he would, he set out and joined the guild Phoenix Wing after meeting another ex- soldier by the name of James Hunt. After both joining, they often went on jobs together, complementing each others fighting styles and skills well. However, two years after joining, they found themselves on the opposite side of the battlefield from Maddox, the infamous leader of the guild White Hydra. Surging forward together, the three had an extensive battle before Maddox was able to get in a lucky blow to James, crippling him. Kicking Damian away, he made him watch as he snapped James's neck and then broke Damian's arm. Leaving him to die, Damian's hate and will to survive kept him from becoming food for local scavengers, and he even managed to carry James's lifeless body back to the guild hall. Afterwords, he left Phoenix Wing disappeared and became a freelance mercenary, biding his time until he and Maddox could settle things once and for all. Personality: Tends to be serious about everything in life and is extremely difficult to get a laugh out of. No one has ever seen him smile, except those that know him well, and they're all in Phoenix Wing. Team Members: N/A Three Strengths: (Not just combat) 1.Skilled with a claymore and other swords and bladed weapons and hand-to-hand combat. 2.Tactically inclined, always making the smart approach. 3. Incredibly strong and agile, able to wield the claymore he uses with one hand. Three Weaknesses: (Make them Applicable) 1. One track mind where White Hydra is concerned. 2. Hot temper, tends to stay angry for long periods of time. 3. Holds a grudge. Greatest Love: He has none, because everyone he cares about is dead or nonreciprocative. Motivation: Killing Edo-Maddox and ending the threat of White Hydra Appearance: With full armor: Without helmet: Platinum blonde hair and azure colored eyes. His hair is cut short, about four inches long with no bangs. He has a square jaw with a sort of narrow face, but is overall a handsome young man. Additional Details: Has sworn t kill Maddox for killing Edo-James and dismantle his White Hydra piece by piece. Is no longer part of Edolas Phoenix Wing. Stands at Six foot tall and wears full plate mail armor. Has a lithe and muscular build, belaying how strong he really is.

[Expolar]

(I plan on updating his CS later on at some point)

Name: Shutler Wake

Gender: Male

Age: 38

Magic: N/A

Magic Level: N/A

History:
A wizard with no record or known existence before, and only goes by his name. He was heard of earlier when he used some kind of extensive use of shadow/darkness magic in which he challenged numerous wizards to test their magic strength, but those that challenged him either ended up severely injured or died. Eventually, he found his way at the Magic Council and challenged them as well. He was able to easily take out most of the Council members that were there. But Grane was able to trick him and seal him away in a ball of light. Currently, Shutler is sealed away in the ball of light that is maintained by some light lacrima keeping the ball prison in place and stable. Where his seal and prison now resides below the Council's building in which the building against mostly took place.
Currently:
He's broke out of his prison but was later sent to Edolas with the help of the Council and remaining Phoenix Wing Guild members.

Personality:
Sees little value in most things. Is merciless, ruthless, unforgiving, heartless, inhuman, cruel, barbarous, vicious, callous, and a cold blooded guy to anyone he encounters.

Three Strengths:
- Extremely low feeling of pain, thus he can endure most things.
- Craves the excitement and adrenaline that he feels from battle that fuels his energy to continue fighting until a body stops moving.
- The power that he wields and the way he uses it.

Three Weaknesses:
- The light.
- Feeling on edge when staying in one place.
- Terrible at making any friends and allies.

Appearance:

[Platawan]

Name: Felix Lancaster Age: 16 Magic: Magnet Magic

Felix can control and generate magnetic fields. He is able to use this in a myriad of ways. He can also magnetize his own body even though it's not strictly magnetic. By using the tiny bits of metals in the ground to magnetically float and move at immense speeds by repelling himself from the earth. He can also control metals, redirect weaker ranged electric attacks and, by using a massive amount of magic energy, repel water attacks. He can increase his strength by using magnetism to attract his own body to objects on the other side of the target as well.

Magic Level: A History: Felix grew up in a small town far away from most big settlements. He was an only child, but he was also surrounded by the children of the village. He was happy. His mother worked in a small shop in town, and his father did research that he sold to universities.

While being a young wizard, Felix has been training with magic as long as he can remember. His father was a powerful but pacifistic lightning wizard who started training him as soon as he was old enough to understand the concepts. However, he was never good at generating lightning or that type of thing. However, doing subtle changes to things like static electricity or magnetism was a skill he quickly mastered.

A few years ago, he left his home to try and make his way in a wizards guild. He's currently searching and trying to find a place for himself.

Personality: Felix is a pretty happy guy, for the most part, but will become gloomy and dejected if he feels insulted or hurt emotionally. He also takes slight comments the wrong way on a regular basis. He is, however, a focused fighter and a bit of a genius in his own right. He is great at thinking outside of the box. Team Members: None Three Strengths:

1. Adaptability 2 Able to analyze the situation quickly 3. Charismatic

Three Weaknesses:

1. Easily insulted 2. Fire magic 3. Has a bad habit of over-thinking or analyzing things.

Greatest Love: Mixing science and magic Motivation: Felix just wants to live a life doing what he wants and being happy. Appearance: Additional Details:He carries around a large amount of iron sand in the form of various pieces of metal on his body and a few containers on his person.

[HeartlessAngel]

Name: Dante Yamato Age: 27 Magic: Familiar Possession A Magic very similar to Celestial Spirit Magic, Familiar Possession allows a mage to summon a creature they have made a contract with. However, unlike Celestial Spirit Magic, these mages do not require keys in order to summon their Familiar to aid them in battle. There body itself is the key, as when a contract is made, the Familiar is sealed within the body of the Contractor. Whenever a Mage summons there Familiar, what appears is simply a physical manifestation of that Familiar’s power. So it they are destroyed during combat, they will not die, as their soul remains safely within their Contractor. Dante has four Familiars residing in this body: Mad Hatter: When called upon, Mad Hatter takes the appearance of a long, green coat adorned with a black top hat with flowers and a piece of paper with 10/6 written on it. The coat itself is closed, revealing only two red glowing red orbs in the space between it and the top hat. The Mad Hatter’s strength relies not in battle, but in confusing the enemy, having access to powerful sensory abilities. It can inverse a person’s senses. Up becomes Down, Left Becomes Right, Forward Becomes Backwards. It is also capable of creating simple Illusions to further confuse or discourage the enemy. White Rabbit: The White Rabbit takes the appearance of a massive bipedal rabbit with snow white fur, and crimson eyes. It has massive hands, which can be used to swat away at groups of enemies, and can use its powerful legs to jump high and fast. It wears a blue coat with a white bowtie. While its physical capabilities are average, White Rabbit’s true power lies in creating ‘Rabbit Holes’. These holes lead to a pocket dimension which can be used to store things Dante does not wish to carry around with him, or to re-direct long ranged attacks. Queen of Hearts: When Queen of Hearts is first summoned, its appearance is similar to Mad Hatters, as it is surrounded by a cloak. However, this cloak is a brilliant white color adorned with crimson hearts, and a high collar covering the lower half of its face. What you can see of its face is two black eyes, and a white, smooth head. When ordered to attack, the cloak opens up, revealing a thin, segmented body, similar to that of a marionette, with long clawed arms and feet, and a wicked scythe in its right hand. The scythe itself had a red blade, the handle being slightly curved. At the bottom of the handle, there is another heart insignia. Queen of Hearts abilities are limited, being the most physical damage oriented of Dante’s Familiars. Its scythe can cut through solid rock, and it attacks relentlessly. It also has a habit of cutting people’s heads off. Jabberwock: The Jabberwock is the most powerful, and dangerous Familiar in Dante’s possession. Unlike the other Familiars within Dante, Jabberwock did not form a contract with Dante willingly. It’s conscious is always tugging at the side of Dante’s, waiting for its chance to become free once more. It is a last resort summon for Dante. When summoned though, it takes the form of a strange, dragon-like creature with a thick body, with long arms and legs, and incredibly long claws. It’s neck is also quite long, almost serpentine, and ends with a strange, malformed head. It has bat-like wings, and a thick tail. Its skin is scaly, and black in color. The Jabberwock’s abilities are very similar to a Dragons, though if it is considered a true Dragon is debatable. It can control the element of Darkness itself, integrating this ability in its variety of attacks. Forbidden Magic: Corpse Puppet Dante opens up White Rabbit’s pocket dimension, allowing a dark blue coffin to fall through. When he activates this magic, the coffin opens up, revealing a beautiful women in a flowing black dress, with elbow-length black gloves, both made of silk. She had flowing blonde hair that reaches her lower back, and a black, silk blindfold around her eyes. This...is Lacie. Corpse Puppet allows Dante to control her body, including all the magic she had in life. This is his absolute last resort, along with Jabberwock. He would much rather not have to use either of these abilities. Lacie’s abilities are as follow: Siren’s Song: Aria Pulse The “Siren’s Song” magic allows the user to convert their voice into powerful magical abilities, depending on what pitch, and how much magic they use. Aria Pulse creates a high-pitched tune that affects the inner eardrum of the target, throwing them off balance. Siren’s Song: Sonata Shockwave Sonata Blast creates a powerful sonic attack, causing physical damage to those who are hit by it. It is capable of block and re-directing some attacks, thanks to the powerful sound waves emanating from Lacie. Siren’s Song: Soprano Concert Lacie’s ultimate attack, Soprano Concert generates literal sheets of music, which then attack the target. The notes can be shifted into different forms and flung at the opponent, while the staff can be used to bind or hinder the movements of enemies. Whether it be his Familiar Possession Magic, or Lacie’s magic, a great strain if put onto Dante’s body, therefore he can only ever summon up to one of his Familiar’s at a time. Magic Level: B History: Let me tell you a story. A story of how two people came to meet, fall in love, gain everything...and then lose it all. First, I’ll tell you my history. My name is Dante, and I was born into a family of powerful mages with an ancient mission. You see, we have a unique type of magic called “Familiar Possession.” It is similar to what you call “Celestial Spirit Magic”, but I’ve heard that our magic pre-dates that ability. Anyway, that’s not the point. My family has been tasked, for hundreds of years, to guard a creature known as the Jabberwock. Know one knows what the Jabberwock really is, or where it came from. Some say it is one of the ancient Dragons. Other say it is a Demon created by Zeref. Some believe it is death incarnate. Whatever you believe, one fact is known about it: It is an engine of destruction. When it was free to roam this earth, it caused havoc and mayhem wherever it went, until its reign of terror ended. My ancestor bravely stood up against the Jabbberwock, and after a long, fierce battle, sealed it inside herself. In order to stop the Jabberwock from ever being freed again, my family created a tradition to seal the Jabberwock in the next generation of mages, ensuring that a healthy host was always available to keep the beast contained. At the age of ten, I became the Jabberwock’s next prison. I didn’t mind though, in fact I felt proud. It was hard at first, the whispering of the Jabberwock’s consciousness inside of my head, trying to escape by any means it could. But I learned to block it out, and the more I trained, the prouder I felt. I was keeping a monster at bay, a monster that would throw the world into another state of chaos. I was protecting the entire world. As a grew up, I added more Familiar’s to my repertoire, and eventually decided to become a freelance mage. I waved goodbye to my family, and my home, and at the age of 17 I left to carve my own path. Life as a freelancer wasn’t always easy. It took me a good while to earn enough money to rent a decent apartment for myself, but it was always fun. I met so many new and exciting people, traveled to so many different places...it was a dream come true. It was on one of my missions that I met her. Lacie was a freelance Mage as well, though from a very different background. She had been born into a wealthy family that looked down on magic users, believing them to be the physical manifestation of everything wrong with the world. They urged their daughter to take up something worthy of a noble. And so, she took up singing. She loved it, and when she discovered she had an affinity for magic, instead of acting like the rest of her family, she embraced it, and combined it together with her love for music. After that, she ran away from home, and turned to Freelance. The thing is, we met on a few occasions, always on missions, and always on the opposite side. I was trying to get some ancient artifact for my client, she was trying to get the same thing for her client, who just so happened to be a rival of my client. I was trying to get information from a client’s rival, she was protecting said information. And, as embarrassing as it was, every time we met up like this, I always got my butt kicked. The first few times I was furious, of course. I had an image to keep up, a reputation to uphold. But as the years went on, the more I saw her, the more I hoped I’d see her on my next mission. Finally, after getting my ass handed to me for what had to be the hundredth time, I plucked up the courage to ask her out. And, to my surprise, she said yes Lacie had always had this air of flair around her. She was confident, smart, and knew just what buttons to press to get you flustered. But she was also insanely beautiful, intelligent, and just good company all around. And before I knew it, I had fallen head-over-heels in love with her. Sounds corny, I know. But, she must of at least shared some of my feelings, because when I asked her to marry me, she said yes. We had a small ceremony, moved in together, and to make sure our streak of meeting each other on missions would come to an end, we began to take missions together. We become known as the “Freelance Power Couple” because together, we were unstoppable. I was the happiest man alive. A great job, a beautiful wife. We even planned on starting a family. But one mission we took....turned all my hopes and dreams into dust. It was supposed to be a simple mission. An easy one. Protect a wealthy business man traveling from one city to another. We had encountered a few bandits here and there, but took care of them no problem. But then something happened. Another groups of what we thought were bandits was blocking the road. We decided we’d take care of them in one shot and move on. But they weren’t just bandits. They were mages. We had no idea why, but they attacked, all of them using magic we had never seen before. It was a long and hard battle, and in the end we won...but it cost me my left eye....and Lacie...her life. The Business man had escaped sometime during the fray, and as I kneeled there, cradling the body of my wife, as rain soaked my body, a figure appeared before me. “Would you do anything to be with your wife again?” The figure asked. It was draped in a black cloak, a hood covering its face. The only thing could tell, from its voice, was that it was female. In my agony, in my despair, I said yes. I’d do anything to have Lacie by my side again. What happened next was a blur. I felt a burning in my chest, just over my heart, a searing pain that knocked me on my back. He tore off my shirt and saw a blood-red insignia now burning over my heart, shaped like a butterfly. “I have embedded a fragment of the girl’s soul inside of you. While it is impossible to bring her back to life, you can keep her body preserved, and even use her was a weapon now...” No...this isn’t what I meant. This isn’t what I wanted...but before I could say anything, the figure disappeared. I looked at Lacie’s body, and what I had done slowly dawned on me. A Fragment of her soul was inside me. Now, Lacie would never be able to rest...not as long as that fragment resided in me. I’ve been searching since then, looking for the figure that did this. I’ll beg her, plead with her, to reverse the magic she placed on me. I want Lacie to be able to rest. I miss her so much but...this isn’t right. I won’t let Lacie’s soul stay fragmented. Not because of me.... Personality: Dante is, despite his tragic past, and the burden he bears, a very cheerful fellow. He likes to joke around with others, and will talk about Lacie any chance he gets. He will even pull out his wallet in order to show off pictures of them together, all with a huge grin on his face. He loves to socialize with guys, always willing to ‘be the wing-man’, and is respectable around women, still referring to himself as a married man. He can be overly friendly sometimes, which has been known to annoy some people, but his heart is in the right place. He can be thoughtful sometimes as well, such as when he thinks about how he lost Lacie, and what he had done. He doesn’t get depressed, but there is a noticeable difference in his personality. Dante also has a very bad smoking habit, always claiming he is trying to quite, while never showing any real progress in doing so. He is loyal and kind, and will always give his opponent the chance to run away from a battle. However, underneath all of this, Dante also has a fear. The Jabberwock that dwells inside of him is constantly tugging at his mind, and his greatest fear is that one day it will escape, or take over his body, allowing it to release itself. Team Members: N/A Three Strengths: 1. Sharp-shooter: Along with his magic, Dante carries around a .50 Calibur silver revolver for combat alongside his magic. He has practiced with it for years, and has become quite good at using it, even with only one eye. 2. He is a reliable ally, and refuses to leave anyone he can save behind. 3. High endurance. Three Weaknesses: 1. Despite being dead, Dante is very protective over Lacie, and will throw himself in the way of an attack that may be aimed at her (If she is summoned). 2. Can be cocky at times. 3. Generally too trusting of others Greatest Love: Lacie Motivation: To find the figure who cast the Forbidden Magic on him, and get her to release Lacie’s soul. Appearance: Dante stands tall at 6’9, with a medium build. He has raven colored hair, which is fairly long and braided, the braid usually falling over his shoulder. His right eye is violet in color (a genetic mutation inherited from his family) while his left is covered by a red leather eye patch. He wears a red leather cowboy hat, with matching boots and trench coat. He also wears black jeans, and a black button-up shirt underneath his coat. He has a fair complexion, and can always be seen with a smile on his face, and a cigarette in his mouth. He also has a holster for his gun located on the left side of his hip. Additional Details: Left Handed.

[Amaya Tamashii]

Name:
Amaya van Isis
Age:
20
Birthday:
February 1st
Magic:
Ice Dragon Slayer: A lost magic allowing the user to take on the traits of a dragon. In this particular case, an Ice Dragon. The user is capable of breathing out cold wind and ice shards, covering their hands in ice to create claws, make wings of ice, and make scales of ice, among other feats. On top of that, Dragon Slayer's have keen senses, take less damage from their element, and can eat their element to regain their magical power, so long as that element does not come from one of their spells. Ice Dragon Slayers are also immune to feeling cold.

Amaya's Ice Dragon Slayer Techniques:

Basic:

Ice Dragon's Roar:
this move is one all Dragon slayers learn but the different elements dramatically change from slayer to slayer depending on the Dragon. This attack takes in normal air which in turn allows Amaya to let out a huge gust of icy blizzard wind that is mixed with shards of ice.

Claws of the Ice Dragon:
Amaya breaths on her hands a few times causing the Ice to form hard Dragon shape claws around her hands.

Scales of the Ice Dragon:
this one is simple as Amaya allows ice to form with her skin making a hard ice of blue scales that act like armor covering her body beside her hair and eyes.

Wings/Tail of the Ice Dragon:
this one kinda physically hurts her as she allows ice to fuse with her shoulder blades allowing the Ice to move and form literal wings as she can also do with to form a tail if needed.

Blizzard of the Ice Dragon:
by forming wings and taking in as much air as she can she is able to shift the Dragon roar to form a large tornado like blizzard sending it towards her enemy,

Ice Dragon's Diamond Fist
An attack that grants the user the power of an ice dragon's breath condensed in to their fist, leaving the hand blue, due to the extremely low temperature. Upon impact the target will begin to freeze over immediately.

​Ice Dragon's Frozen Sword
the user is able to take a regular sword and changed it to unmeltable
ice, which then is used as a sword.

Ice Dragon's Tears
The user forms a storm of icicles varying in size, which then fly towards the casters target, if pierced by one of the icicles the target is frozen in that area of the body for a short period of time

Ice Dragon's Claw
With this spell, Amaya is able to form Ice over her hands in order to resemble that of an Ice Dragon's. The strength of these claws are able to contend with and even break the blades of some swords. To prove how cold this spell is able to get, when in use it is able to cause the moisture in the are to begin to freeze, creating particles of snow in the process. When Amaya slashes the target with these claws, she is able to cause the opponent to begin freezing over for as long as she maintains contact.

Ice Dragon's Scales
The Ice dragonslayer's exclusive Scales, incorporating the element of ice. As the surrounding climate begins its inevitable decline in temperature due to continued use of Amaya's spells, the strength of any of her later spells continue to increase to the point that armor composed from ice begins to form. These collections of ice are initially most prominent on the lower portion of her arms and entire back but these formations soon progress to the rest of her body as the fight drags on. This armor is able to take multiple hits from and opponent and can even start to cause an opponent who maintains contact for too long to begin freezing.
Ice Dragon's Wing The area around Amaya's arm is immediately frozen over and the air becomes frosted in her vicinity. The aura of this spell can instantly freeze anything that comes into extended contact with it, encasing it in a massive glacier. The use of this spell has the added effect of engulfing the surrounding landscape in a frozen tundra, the coldness of which is intense enough to create snow in the sky.

Ice Dragon's Healing Hand:
The user can heal his or her self or someone else

Advance:

Secret Dragon Slayer Art: Raging Blizzard
The user propells themself into the air, and then spins whilst in the air and builds up snow inside their palms, once the user is fully enveloped in snow Then the user extends both arms and causes the snow to rise up from behind the user and piles ontop of the target, the snow seeps through and slows all bodily movements and causes major damage.

Secret Dragon Slayer Art: Northern Lights
The user swirls northern light colors and aims their palms at the target sending jagged blasts of light at the target. Once through the attack hardens into ice like shards and perices the target. Causes major damage.

Ice Age: Frozen Carnival
With this spell, Amaya can create a series of ice mirrors in the form of a dorm around an opponent. Though they are made from ice, they are infused with Amaya's magical energy, making them slightly resistant to Fire Magic related spells. Upon activating this spell, Amaya is capable of entering one of the mirrors and instantly transporting to another mirror. In order to confuse her foes, all of the mirrors will show a reflection of Amaya, making it difficult for the opponent to discern which mirror she is in. Utilizing this technique more offensively, Amaya is able to drag an opponent into these mirrors as well. Breaking the mirror does not stop this spell, but instead creates more openings for Amaya to use as she is able to pull the opponent into the broken shards as well; as even individual parts of the opponent's body can be dragged in. Any actions in the mirror world is reflected in the real world and occurs for seemingly no reason. Amaya can then exit the mirror world through any reflective surface, leaving trapped individuals inside without a way to escape.

Ice Age: Hail Descension
To use this spell, amaya proceeds to first jump high into the air above her target(s) and then proceeds to conjure a large glacier from even the tiniest bit of moisture in the air. She appears to stand above it as the glacier begins forming at her feet, taking in more moisture from the atmosphere and grows in size. After the glacier has finished forming, amaya uses the crafted mass of ice to come down atop of her foes, utilizing the glacier's massive weight to completely crush anyone beneath her, literally and metaphorically. This technique does not heavily rely on power as it focuses on using the natural design of a large descending object in order to do damage to amaya's foes.

Ice Age: White Beak
A byproduct of the previous Hail Descension spell. Instead of using the mass of ice to crush an opponent, Amaya will procees to peel off shards of ice from the large glacier instead. The shards of ice from this spell, fly off at high speeds, being capable of catching moving targets with ease, although they can only fly in one general direction at a time. Any object struck by one of White Beak's ice shards will become trapped in a prison of thick ice until someone manages to thaw it away.

Sub Zero: 5 Layer Dance of the Ice Goddess:
The user surrounds them self with ice coating their whole body and twirls around like they are dancing at a extreme speed, releasing a huge wave of ice able to cover a large radius making it shattering anything within range.

Shattering Glass: Diamond Scythe Exploding Barrage:
The user forms a large Diamond shaped scythe and hits their target creating a Diamond shape Explosion causing the blast to deal massive damage while reducing the body temperature of the target to below Freezing point.

Magic Level: B
History: Amaya was born in a small village at the base of Mount Hakobe. It was a small rural village were everyone knew everyone and managed to make out a living despite living in a very remote section of Fiore. The most important location in the village, at least to it's people, was the shrine dedicated to it's guardian deity. The people there worshiped this being every day of sent it prayers.

Amaya was born to a family of farmers who were amongst the most devout of the deity's followers and gave Amaya up as an infant to be raised as one of the deity's priestesses. From her first day of life to the age of eight, Amaya all Amaya knew was a life of worship and prayer. She would spend the day in prayer and learning and occasionally go out to run errands.

One day, shortly after her eighth, a small group of bandits attacked the village for supplies. The bandits went about, killing every and raiding the small properties for what little goods the owners had. Amaya was out doing some shopping for the shrine when this event occurred and narrowly avoided being killed while running back to her home. Once there she did the only thing she could and pray for salvation to come before it was too late. As she prayed, the bandits broke in and began raiding the shrine while grabbing the priests and priestesses. Amaya was forced to watch as her family was killed before her, one by one until it was her turn. Accepting her faith, the child said one last prayer while awaiting her death.

The killing blow never came as a roar echoed through the village. Before the bandits could look around, something huge landed and let out a roar loud enough to be heard for miles. The bandits panicked and ran, though whatever had landed spared them no mercy and quickly began wiping them out. Amaya kept her eyes closed the entire time out of fear, now thinking she would be killed by a wild animal rather then the bandits.

When everything quieted down and the chaos ended, the creature approached Amaya and gently nudged the young girl. Slowly, Amaya opened her eyes and was shocked to see a majestic dragon standing in front of her.

The dragon watched the little girl in front of her. She knew the human wouldn't make it out here on her own, especially one as young as Amaya as. The dragon decided to care for the young child and quickly made a shelter made of ice and gently ushered the girl inside.

The Dragon, calling itself Aurora so that Amaya had something to call it, would take care of Amaya for the next eleven years. The dragon helped Amaya keep up with her studies and also managed to somehow provide the girl fresh clothes as the years went by. However, on Amaya's nineteenth birthday, Aurora mysteriously vanished, leaving behind nothing but a message to head to a guild called Pheonix Wing. And thus, Amaya left her ruined village for the first time, setting out into the unknown world for the first time, with the goals of finding out about both Pheonix Wing and why Aurora suddenly disappeared.

A year has passed but Amaya has finally arrived at Pheonix Wing's hometown, having had various adventures over the years, mostly due to her naivety and lack of knowledge of how the world works.

Personality: Amaya is a very child-like yet mature individual. She is very curious about the world, having never left her village and is easily distracted by things she finds either cute or cool. She is also very trusting, as simply saying 'I give you my word' is enough to earn her trust. She also very shy around others, having been out of contact with other humans for eleven years and often making embarrassing mistakes when interacting with them.

Despite these childish traits, she is a strong-willed individual with a strong sense of right and wrong. She is incredibly loyal to those she works with and even more so to those who prove themselves worthy. Her devotion to such people is such that she is willing to put her life or freedom on the line for them without hesitation and she is unable to turn a blind eye on the suffering of the innocent as well.

The one thing Amaya is unwilling to talk about is how she got her magic and the tragic circumstances that lead to it.

Team Members: Team Powder Keg

Three Strengths:
1. Amaya's magic makes her an Ice Mage's worst nightmare. While their magic can still hurt her, all it does in the end is give her a resource to replenish her magic power and stamina
2. Amaya's magic also gives her keen senses, particularly hearing and smell, allowing her to track down her enemies with ease
3. Amaya is very loyal and dependable, definitely someone you want on your team.
Three Weaknesses:
1. Amaya cannot stand heat or fire. She hates the summer season and tends to pass out quickly with in heat for any length of time over an hour.
2. Amaya is overly trusting and easily tricked due to her lack of experience interacting with other humans
3. Like all dragon-slayers, Amaya gets easily motion sick on any form of moving transportation

Greatest Love: Frozen deserts and Aurora

Motivation: To find Aurora and be reunited with her foster mother.

Appearance:



Additional Details: Aurora's history:

The Ice Dragon Aurora, is a dragon with an unusual past. Like most dragons four-hundred years ago, she ruled over human, particularly those who resided near Mount Hakobe. She largely presided over one particular village at the base of the mountain, acting as a guardian deity to it, and mostly ate humans who would dare try to test her patience by trying to attack the humans that inhabited the village. She was known for being cold and distant but also kind and unshakable in her beliefs.

When the Dragon Wars broke out, Aurora sided with the Pro-human dragons. While she agreed that human should coexist with dragon, she soon withdrew from the war when her fellow pro-coexistence dragon began teaching the humans magic, seeing the possible repercussions where others did not. The only time she fought after this point was when other dragon's dare encroach on her territory. Such fights were usually brief but never ended well for the invader and many learned to simply avoid the mountain.

Aurora was not surprised to learn when the Dragon Slayers betrayed the dragons and began killing them off. She was however, surprised to learn of the new dragon, the Black Dragon, Acnologia, that was slaughtering her kind. Knowing she would stand no chance against them and that a fight between her and the beast would result in mass destruction, Aurora gave the village one last gift, a gem that they could pry to in order to contact her, and few to the highest point of the mountain, before freezing herself in a block of ice, allowing the snow to hide her frozen form and hopefully avoid Acnologia's wrath.

While the trick worked for a while, Acnologia eventually found Aurora's frozen form. Viewing her as being so weak that she wasn't worth waking up, the Black Dragon simply reaped her soul like he had done so many dragons before leaving the frozen Ice Dragon to die. Centuries would pass before Aurora's frozen slumber ended, with the desperate prayers of one of her villagers finally caused her to stir. Breaking out of her self-made, the weakened dragon flew down to the village only to find it in ruins and the last survivor, a young girl, about to be slaughtered. Angered, the dragon wasted little time killing and eating the raiders and soon turned her attention to the lone survivor. Knowing the child wouldn't survive on her own and that Aurora couldn't accompany her for fear of causing trouble. So the Ice Dragon did the only thing she could and adopted the child as her own daughter and took care of her, even going against her beliefs and teaching the girl Ice Dragon Slayer magic so the girl could defend herself.

Once the girl was old enough and knew enough to defend herself, Aurora used her magic to hide in the girl's body. Knowing the use of Dragon Slayer magic would eventually turn the girl into a dragon unless stopped, the Ice Dragon hoped to prevent her daughter from suffering the same fate as Acnologia, even if it meant hurting the girl due to seemingly abandoning her.

[Daxam]

Character Sheet Name: Zacary 'Zac' Yoxall Age: 25 Magic: Gun Magic List of guns: For mid-range:

Model 94 Winchester Repeater

For long-range:

L115A3 Sniper Rifle

For close-range:

S&W 610

Magic Level: B History: Ever since he was a young boy, Zac had always been carefree and, well, happy. He had a loving mother and father, everyone in his small town loved him, except for the bullies, although even they couldn't help but respect the lengths the young boy would go to to protect others. When he was sixteen, a group of bandits had arrived and was threatening to burn the small town down unless the villagers did as they ordered. Zac, despite his parents trying to keep him back, had stepped forward, ready to defend his home, only to be beaten for it by the bandits. Deciding to punish the entire village for his bravery, the leader ordered the village wiped out. Hearing this, a new flame of defiance, along with something else, ignited inside of Zac's heart. Before he knew it, he was on his feet, light flashing in his hands as he raises them. A moment later, the sound of a gunshot still rolling through the still air, the leader fell to the ground, a new hole in his chest. It took a long time, during which, the village had alienated Zac. They had seen magic, of course, but, as sudden and explosive as Zac's power was, they had no idea how to handle him, anymore. His parents, however, were more than willing to help him master his powers, hoping the village would accept him once more. Two years later, as they normally do, rumors had spread, making their way to the commander of Fiore's military, who had sent out a man to the small village with the gun mage, who would become Zac's mentor for the next several years. Over the years, Zac's abilities had grown, allowing him to summon a wider assortment of firearms, and honing his prowess with each weapon to near-superhuman levels. He had become part of an elite two-man team, consisting of himself and his mentor, which had seen a surprising amount of action during the relatively peaceful time Fiore shared with her fellow nations. Eventually, the toll of taking so many lives had finally begun weighing down on Zac's conscience. During the day, he was fine, but he would wake his mentor in the middle of the night, due to his nightmares. Despite his protests, his mentor had talked their commanders into letting the younger man go. Not knowing what else to do, yet still wanting to protect as many people as he could, he had decided to join a guild, where he could still put his abilities to good use while hopefully giving his mind time to recover. Personality: Most of the time, Zac is the happiest man you could ever meet, his smile almost infectious, no matter how bad of a day one may have. Team Members: N/A Three Strengths: 1. Thanks to his natural ability, as well as the training he had received, Zac is accurate up to five miles with a rifle 2. Although he tends to be hyperactive in his down time, Zac is perfectly capable of remaining still for long periods of time 3. A mean cook Three Weaknesses: 1. Not very skilled in hand-to-hand and prefers to have one of his guns between himself and an enemy 2. Despite his time in the military, he tends to be merciful, especially to women and disarmed opponents 3. Can be too patient, even if it means waiting for days on end Greatest Love: (Zac): Food! :D Motivation: To keep those close to him from dying and to protect those who can't protect themselves Appearance:

Zac

Additional Details: Still haunted by nightmares of the lives he had taken, although he does his best to hide it

[Lugubrious]

Name: Fleo Plector

Age: 27

Magic: Dust Magic

Description: Dust Magic involved the use of very tiny particles of stone, earth—pretty much anything that can be classified as powder, as a versatile Caster-type art. Dust Magic can be used directly for attack, mobility, defense, or molded into objects.

Magic Level: A

Birthday: 13/24/x865

History: Born in the city Nepenthe to a professional chef father and a wine seller mother, Fleo enjoyed an uneventful and promising early life. Learning to read at a young age, she found great joy in taking trips with her mother throughout and beyond the town, always thrilled to discover new things. She received the best education that Nepenthe could provide, and discovered at the age of eight that she had a gift that none of the other children did: magic. Thrilled to discover how different and special she was, Fleo begged her father to find someone who could help her learn magic, and he did so. Four months after discovering her gift, she began private tutelage in the art of Sound Magic.

At the age of eleven and a half, Fleo and her mother traveled to a nearby village for a special fall festival, where Mrs. Plector supplied the wine that fueled the festivities. Fleo insisted upon joining the celebrations, but since she was obviously underage, she could not have anything more than a taste of her mother's wares. Instead, she trekked to a nearby river to get water, only to find that the water was absolutely nasty. Laughing at her misfortune, Fleo nevertheless joined the festivities and partook in a thirsty but fun night.

Two weeks later the symptoms began. It became tougher for Fleo to move; her muscles ached all the time and exhausted easily. Unwilling to let a little discomfort get her down, Fleo continued to go about business as normal, not even telling her parents what was going on. One morning, Fleo awoke to found that she could not move. The muscles in her arms and legs were so weak that the girl could not rise from bed. The doctors told her that she had poliomyeltis, a degenerative muscle disease typically contracted by drinking fetid water.

For three years she lay abed. Unable to see the outside world, she practically rotted within her own body, despite her parents' best attempts to console her. Though her education proceeded, it went slowly, as if Fleo had lost all interest in learning. She allowed herself to forget her Sound magic, she cut herself off from her friends, and she did her best to keep herself in an eternal sleep, so that she wouldn't be able to see and hear what she was missing. So desperate were her parents that they sought a magical solution. A guild wizard by the name of Gaudium came to see her, and he was moved by her hopeless despair. He sacrificed his own magical power to transfer it all to Fleo, granting her an innate proficiency in Dust magic. When Fleo awoke to find that her arms and legs had melted away into dust, she was brokenhearted. Gaudium showed her, however, that she could use her mind to shape the dust into new arms and legs, ones that weren't paralyzed by an awful disease. After thanking him with all her heart, the overjoyed Fleo ran around Nepenthe for half the day, and realized that she needed to leave and start seeing what the world was like.

For a while she was a part of an independent guild before they were merged with another, which turned out to be a nefarious Dark Guild. When she realized the true nature of her new organization, Fleo was glad to join a small squad of former guildmates to overthrow the Dark Guild's master with her massive power. Afterward, she traveled again, and had more adventures, always seeking a way -be it in magic or inside herself- to make her new arms and legs permanent. Now her journey has brought her to Pheonix Wing.

Personality: Looking at Fleo, it would be difficult to guess that she's crippled. After all, she's energetic, easily excited, fond of asserting herself, a perfectionist, seemingly outgoing, and a more than capable fighter. However, she's also insecure, proud, easily upset, easily scared, and very, very afraid. Her greatest fear is to be crippled, stuck on a bed and unable to take care of herself, experience anything—even move. Boredom and immobility are anathema to her, and to be anything less than absolutely free she regards as an insult to the blessing that has allowed her to walk again. Fleo despises weakness, both in herself and others, and constantly strives for everyone around her to be the best they can be. While her tendency to point out the flaws in others might come off as annoying, pretentious, or even insulting (her observations can be rather blunt), her intentions are pure. She does her absolute best to keep her condition a secret, and can get very agitated if people start prying.

Team Members: N / A

Three Strengths:
1. Dust Magic – this brand of magic is very powerful, and Fleo is an adept at using it.
2. Commitment – like it or not, Fleo will get the job done. Doing something halfway is a sign of weakness.
3. Righteousness – Fleo sees dishonesty, criminality, substance abuse, sadism, cheating, and the like as signs of personal weakness, and thusly will never stoop to partake in them.

Three Weaknesses:
1. Ultra-cautious – Fleo is unwilling to take any sort of risks that would compromise her consciousness or magical power, and will often flee if a situation seems about to do this to her.
2. Detached – Fleo both likes and wants to socialize with others, but her insecurity means she has a hard time opening up with them, and she also tends to synergize very poorly with others in combat. Pressing her will cause her to become agitated.
3. Disability – if Fleo loses consciousness, or runs out of magic power, her arms and legs dissolve. She will go to great lengths to both keep this from happening and keep it a secret, and failing that, she will go to any length to avoid regression.

Greatest Love: Running, experiencing new things, meeting new and interesting people, traveling.

Motivation: To achieve a level of control over herself so that she may live a full and happy life despite her ailment.

Supplementary Spell List:
Siracco (Sabaku no Kaze) - a rudimentary spell that requires no verbal incantation. The user creates a carpet of dust beneath her that buoys her up a centimeter above the ground and allows her to move across terrain without moving her legs. She can change direction on a dime, making this a more agile approach to mobility than normal motion.

Dust Craft (Hokori Kurafuto) – a rudimentary spell that requires no verbal incantation at the base level. Using acquired dust, the caster shaped it into an object. The more complicated the object, the harder its form is to maintain, and the more time it takes to mold. With practice, certain molds become easier to maintain. More advanced constructs require incantation. Dust Craft has the potential to create very large, very complex constructs, but these require the use of the particular Craft's Pristine Invocation.

Dust Bomb (Funjin Bakuhatsu) – a basketball-sized projectile that travels in an arc. It explodes with concussive force, spraying dust everywhere, when it is triggered by touch or by the command "kyuukei". It can be stuck to the ground, walls, and even ceilings to make mines. Several can be conjured by a single incantation.

Silver Wind (Haiiro no Kaze) – the dust is condensed into a single plane, which then shoots forward at high speed. It is capable of cutting through weak objects, and will generally carry away an opponent caught inside it. It can also be 'drawn' on the ground or on flat surfaces to act as a boundary.

Dust Bowl (Koujin Chitai) – a wave of dust blasts outward in all directions before spiraling upward into a funnel, creating a miniature cyclone. It is difficult for both living beings and magic to get both in and out, making Dust Bowl both an effective trap and a good shield.

Vacuum Rupture (Shinkuhakai)– holding one hand palm-first and the other directly behind, the user draws the back hand backward as if pulling on a massive syringe. Vast quantities of dust, sand, dirt, snow, ect. accumulate into a massive ball stuck to the forward hand, which can then be launched by thrusting the back hand forward. If the ball hits the ground, it will lose some of its mass but can be guided to home in on its target. The ball will swallow up whatever it comes across until it encounters something it cannot engulf, at which point it explodes.

Dust Devil (Sunakemuri) – dust is drawn toward the user, forming a shell around her before erupting. When the shell is gone, the user has changed. The bandages covering her arms and legs have vanished, and the limbs have grown longer and spiky, developing a texture like scales. A sixth finger appears on each hand, and the fingers become more like claws. Similarly, the feet have become morel like talons. When in this form, the user's speed and strength are vastly enhanced, and all of her spells that require the accumulation of dust to function charge twice as quickly.

Vortex Impact (Uzuna Eikyou) – the user uses Sirocco to begin moving, then accelerates until she's moving extremely quickly. At that point, she becomes enveloped in dust and starts to spin, effectively becoming a massive dusty drill. At the tip of the drill beneath the dust is the user's foot, making Vortex Impact effectively an ultra-powerful kick capable of breaking through solid surfaces.

Notes: Each spell Fleo uses has three variations. Saying the spell's name in English or not at all is its weakest incarnation. Saying the incantation in Japanese, the home language of her mentor Gaudium, is stronger and more reliable. Then there is the Pristine Invocation: the true name of the spell, bestowed by its original creators in ancient times when dust magic first came to be. Fleo must discover the Pristine Invocations one-by-one by exploring the world and finding the translations. As of now, she has yet to find one.

Appearance:

Beneath the bandages she constantly wears, her arms and legs are gray dust. The bandages are purely cosmetic, to hide the status of her limbs, and serve no other purpose. Her guild mark is on her belly.

[Feisty-Pants]

Minerva Fairchild

Name:Minerva Fairchild

Race: Human

Age: 25

Gender: Female

Magic:
"Wrath of Ancient Kings" - What is striking about Minerva the most is her magic. Based on bodily amplification and using two swords, the magic that courses through her veins enables a boon of massively increased speed and perception, making her movements and speed almost imperceivable to the human eye. Upon use, her eyes are filled with white arcing magic, that traces jagged lines down her cheeks. It is often said by her adversaries that they saw her draw a blade, and then they saw nothing else. She holds some elemental prowess like her cousin, Leonora, but she always just seems a hair short in comparison to overall potency of such an art.

Magic Rank: A

Appearance: Normally of rather strict Noble descent, Minerva is a slight outlier from her family's genetic pool. Her father, having left their ranks in his younger years, ended up pairing off with an common woman during his exile. Which naturally lead to the birth of Minerva, who still retained the Fairchild's tall, slender, and absolutely awestriking complexion and figure, yet instead of varying shades of golden locks, she was born with Strawberry Blonde hair. Though her family may wish to perceive her in far more regal clothing, she often chooses to simply wear whatever she wishes. Usually consisting of a blouse, and a loose fitting skirt of some sort. Of which sheathed at her back are her two Cavalry Sabers, one was her father's, the other gifted to her by Leonora Fairchild.

Personality: Fierce, stubborn, and absolute in her own morals, Minerva Fairchild first started off as a simple ruffian, but upon being found by her family; she quickly adopted and adapted to the lifestyle of her kindred Magi. The daughter of the Patriarch's outcast brother, she can still be just a little rough around the edges when it comes to the civility and formality of nobility, but she does what she can, however she can.

Bio:For a Fairchild, Minerva's history is much left in darkness and delusion. Most historians regard her part in the family as simply the Black Sheep's bastard child. Yet some to tend to see things differently. As a youth, she had no idea of her magical capability until the age of sixteen; when she was discovered by Fairchild scouts looking for any possible lost family members after the Second Great War. Knowing she was one of their line, yet not knowing precisely who her Father was, she was welcomed into the family with tentatively open arms.

That was until she gave Leonora, the eventual matriarch of the Fairchild Family, a picture of her father.

What were once open arms were swiftly and cruelly closed.

They had discovered something horrific, William Fairchild, the very abomination who had started the Second Great War, had managed to gain himself a daughter. Judgement against her came quick and brutal. However, there was one who still stood to give the girl some kind of chance. Even in spite of the fact that the first saber she wielded was none other than her father's former blade.

It was Leonora, who saw some potential in Minerva.

With Leonora's careful guidance and teachings, she surprised everyone within the ranks of the Fairchild nobility when her Father resurfaced, Minerva didn't join his side as he thought she would. Rather than go with him and start a new war, she rose up and struck him down. Believing him consumed by his madness, the young woman who eventually became known as one of the most brutal magi swordswomen of the age killed her own father without the least hesitation at the tender age of eighteen.

To preserve her family line.

To preserve peace.

And to save countless lives.

Team Members: None.

Strengths:
1. Swordplay
2. Politics
3. Bodily Enhancing Magic

Weaknesses
1. Elemental Magics (Fire/Water/Lightning/etc.)
2. Familial Tribulations
3. Introversion

Motivation: She wishes to stabilize a chaotic world.

Greatest Love: None.

Additional Bits:
Minerva is quite the excellent cook, though she'd never confess such a skill.

Part of the Fairchild Family's upper echelon of nobility, she has quite a fortune. Having inherited her exiled father's wealth, she tends to avoid the use of it or showing that she has money in the first place; considering it quite a hindrance.

Inventory:
A pair of intricate, priceless, and absolutely beautifully crafted Cavalry Sabers. Both of which are sheathed upon her back waist. Made by the legendary Fairchild family weaponsmiths, most collectors would dream of obtaining them. One of them is her father's, so aptly named Durendal. And the other is Caladbolg, her own personal weapon gifted to her upon passage of her trial.

[Nthitho12]

Name: Reese "Candy" Blanc

Age: 15

Gender: Male

Personality: Energetic, that would the main defining point of his entire personality. Often moving around, even when standing still, Candy can often get hyped about stuff pretty easily and breaks personal space most the time whenever talking to someone.

Magic: Candy Magic

Description: Candy Magic is a type of Holder Magic, which involves the use of edible sweets to give power to the user. When ingested, the magically charged sweets provide several empowering effects relating to the type of confection that was eaten at the time. Candy can be combined to create even more combinations, but bad mixes can lead to adverse effects upon the user if not careful on what they eat. Another set back is actually if the user eats too much magically infused candy, they can experience a crash as it overloads the system with too much sugar and magic making the user effectively out of combat.

Spells:

Jawbreaker: Upon digesting the candy, the user's hands are soon enveloped by humongous jawbreakers 14 inches in diameter. The jawbreakers are as hard as steel, however, 4-6 punches usually breaks a layer upon the jawbreaker making them smaller by 2 inches each. The jawbreakers usually fall apart when the the third layer is gone.

Taffy: Upon digesting the candy, the user become comically stretchy, but can't actually stretch himself out as other people need to stretch him. This candy isn't often used for combat situations and can only be useful in specific types of situations.

Gummy Candy: Upon digesting the candy, the user becomes very bouncy and is able to actually reflect must blunt weapons as it just bounces right off the user.

Mint: Upon digesting the candy, the user purifies itself of any Candy Magic inside of the system. Often used to switch through powers quickly if the situation demands for it.

Hard Candy: Upon digesting the candy, the user is enveloped in a flexible casing that is unnaturally tough, able to block against weaker types of attacks and able to reduce the damage of powerful attacks.

Sugar Candy: Upon digesting the candy, the pure amount of sugar makes the body extremely fast in both speed and reaction timing. This type of candy is quite unstable and may cause a faster crash.

Brittle: Upon digesting the candy, the user's body protrudes sharp and jagged pieces of brittle along the body and is able to be used in close combat or even shot out as a dangerous projectile. The brittle is tougher than its digestible form, but can be broken pretty easily, almost like wood.

(( The current types of candy Reese has at the moment, but he will later create more for his arsenal. ))

Mage Rank: B-Class

Biography: No one really knew where Candy had come from, and no one really even knew if this kid even had parents when growing up, he just randomly appeared upon the streets of Crocus. This brightly colored kid was homeless along the streets and slept wherever he could from the hard benches to people kind enough to allow him to sleep inside their houses for a few days. However, everyday Candy went along the streets and managed to annoy most people with his rather persistent questioning and usually got inside of everyone's face. Whenever the police came to grab the child, he would always manage to slip by their grasp and appear inside of a different district of the city.

Later through the years, everyone usually has seen or heard of the energetic urchin and his love for candy as he always managed to buy the fine sweets with money that was reportedly stolen from people's wallets . However, Candy was soon missing for the streets for several weeks, many people thought that he left the town and some were glad or sad that the little energetic kid was gone from the rather crowded streets. Others believed something nefarious happened to the little street urchin, but not many people really wanted to think about these bad things upon the child.

Years had past, and everyone's memory of Candy are almost non-existencent or had completely forgotten about the brightly colored kid. However, something blasted through the city, making the town panic for a short moment before noticing something. When the people looked up, it wasn't smoke covering the city, but multi-colored sugar billowing into the sky. Where the blast originated from was an abandoned warehouse, in inside the middle was the kid that almost everyone had forgotten through the years, but he was no longer a kid, he was actually a teen. Candy smiled at the crowd gathering around him and waved at everyone before quickly eating something that he produced out of his pocket and was suddenly missing from his original spot. The entire city was confused on who and what this kid actually was, as it seemed he wasn't any normal energetic street urchin.

Several days later, Candy was finally spotted near one of the guilds that dotted the land and smiled brightly at the building. He soon speed walked into the guild, specifically, it was the guild of Phoenix Wing.

Team Members: N/A

Strengths:

• Candy is very versatile in most combat situations.
• Candy is street smart, he needed it to be able to live on the streets
• Candy can give his candy to others for a short burst of powers.

Weaknesses:

• Crashes if not careful with his consumption of magically infused candy.
• Candy has a rather short attention span, if bored, he will try to get out of the situation.
• Even though other people might be able to eat his magically infused candy, there is the possibility that they might have adverse effects on others.

Greatest Love: Sweets

Motivation: Wants to show the world the uses of Candy Magic

Appearance:

Candy

[Remram]

Name: Nolan Waltz
Age: 18
Nicknames: Ashy-Boy (By Karn, Enma, and Dalton) Casanova, Darci (Karn), The Calamity (Caelum continent)

History: Nolan was the son of a wealthy merchant family that travelled across the globe. He always went with his family no matter where they went, whether it was half away across the world or close to home he would always be there. There was one trip where he family left across the seas to reach a new market though they did not heed the warning that storms are going to ravage them. They were fools. The storm ripped their ship apart, leaving nothing but wooden planks floating in the water as no one else was spared by the harsh waves crashing down on them. Nolan woke up on an unfamiliar shore, not knowing where he was and where his family was. What had surprised him was that he wasn't alone; there was a man dressed in green robes that was taking care of the boy who at the time had a fever. Nolan tried to ask him who he was though he had no strength to even speak, let alone sit up so the man carried him where he can get help. They arrived at a temple that time seemed to had forgotten a millennium ago with more men in green robes who had gathered around to help the strange boy get back to health. Over time as the young boy stayed at the temple, he had learned that the people who live in the temple are all monks that had dedicated their life to learning God Slayer Magic that had survived in this temple. Nolan would eventually become healthy again however he didn't have anywhere to go. His parents are dead and he has no way to get back home, hell he didn't even know what country he was in. The monks decided to take him in and raised him as their own, teaching him their ways and their ways. 8 years he would live their, learning his own unique God Slayer Magic and the way of the sword though things fell apart. A man had walked into the temple and with no warning he slaughtered the monks and destroyed the temple along with most of the remaining knowledge of God Slaying Magic within the temple. Nolan out of rage had tried to kill this man though he was beaten until he was bordering onto death. The only reason he survived was because the man had lost interest in killing him. Nolan was the only one from the temple that was still alive though filled with anger and vengeance towards the man who killed his friends and destroyed his home. He became a wandering swordsman and now has ended up in Fiore.

Personality: Cold and composed, almost nothing phases him to the point that others may think of him who lacks emotion. He isn't one for getting to close to people on a personal level though that's because of a fear of friendship being a form of weakness that would only drag him down. His fear of women is so great that it is almost crippling unless it is on the battlefield where his life is in danger he can get past it though he may not accept the help of a women even if it would save his life. He does have a soft spot for children and for the elderly so it isn't an uncommon sight for him to be helping them in some way or some other activity. Nolan takes his swordsmanship and his magic very seriously and if they are mocked it will be one of the few things that will ruffle his feathers. The swordsman secretly loves to dance and is very good at it however he is too shy to dance in front of people so he practices in very private areas.

Team Members: Team Powder Keg

Magic Level: A class.
Magic: Ash God Slayer Magic: Nolan has the ability to create and manipulate ash. Because ash is matter that had been already burned, it cannot be burned even more and is the perfect counter against fire magic. It however does contain residual heat so it can cause burning damage. The ash can be used to hinder one's sight, sense of smell, and even breathing. Like any god slayer, he is able to devour his own element to regain his strength as long it wasn't made by his own magic. However, its strongest point is that the ashes used in other spells used by the same mage can be used again for other spells.

Shaman Magic: It is said to be magic related to Seith Magic, an ancestor of it in a way. While Seith Magic requires a mage to contain souls in order to use them, Shaman Magic does not. In fact the way that passing souls are used can vary.

The souls can be used to create constructs such as extra appendages, barriers, armor, platforms, and so on. The souls can also be summoned to fight for the user, but once destroyed they won’t be able to retain a physical form to fight. If the user wishes to summon a specific soul then they must have an artifact or something related to the soul that they want to summon. Even then the soul can possibly reject the summoning. Another ability gained by this is to be able to see the souls of the living and deceased.

The mage can allow their soul to enter the spirit realm via meditation. The soul can be lost if the body is killed and the soul can be killed as well, never to return to their body.

Swordsman Soul:
Allows the user to store items, weapons, and armors in a pocket dimension so they can easily summon it at any time, even during battle, which gives him or her a high level of offense, defense, flexibility, and variety in combat. However, there is a limit to how much the pocket dimension can store.

Focuses around the use of swords, with those weapons acting as mediums for the user to perform certain attacks. Many of such moves are capable of going past the physical reach of the blade employed in their use, threatening foes at short-to-mid range. The user is also capable of controlling and moving any of the swords via his or her mind, though, the abilities of the sword(s) cannot be used at this time.

In order for a sword to be utilized in this magic, he or she must mark said weapon with his seal; forming a "contract". Each and every sword that goes through this process now holds a small portion of the user's soul. He or she granting trust to the weapon, the blade literally becomes an extension of its wielder. Swords with the user’s seal can only be used by them unless said user allows another to use it. The user is also able to teleport as long as a sword with his seal is in the vicinity the user chooses to teleport to.

The Seal

Contracted Swords

Balmung: One of the god slaying swords that Nolan owns. This sword is infused with amplification magic that amplifies the users own magic, improving his God Slaying Magic and Shaman Magic immensely. Like the rest of his blades Balmung never dulls or rusts. Ironically enough it is also an anti-God Slayer weapon as well.

My Hider

Ragnel: A large god slaying sword with a machine gun for a hilt. The gun itself can be loaded with real bullets or it can use the wielder's own magic if needed to shoot bullets.

My Hider

Ifrit: A longsword meant to slay the gods. It is imbued with Fire magic and allows Nolan access to use that magic. It's extremely useful for him to produce ashes for him to consume since he can't consume the ashes he produces.

My Hider

Ares: A two-handed broadsword meant to slay the gods. When wielded it increases the wielder's physical strength.

My Hider

Hermes: A one handed sword that was crafted to slay the gods. When wielded it increases the wielder's speed and makes it wielder weightless, allowing the user to jump great heights.

My Hider

Shamash: It is a god slaying sword imbued with sun magic. When it is wielded, Sol absorbs sunlight and can send attacks made of solar energy. When it reaches it's limit it can release a devastating blast. It charges faster when it is daytime and it is a clear day

My Hider

My Hider

Three Strengths:
1. A skilled swordsman
2. Is great at parkour
3. Cold and composed in the tightest of situations

Three Weaknesses:
1. Has a fear of women
2. Brutally honest
3. Anti-Social

Greatest Love: Cooking and Dancing
Motivation: To find the man who killed the monks and desecrated the temple.
Appearance:

Additional Details: His sword, Asi, is said to have been made of a god who was slain by one of the first slayers. It is a two handed sword though its appearance is rather unassuming to the untrained eye; it is a weapon that has an other worldly sheen, the blade's white coloring, and an edge and durability that could be found from any sword forged by any known metal. The bones were made into the fine, tempered blade, the blood was used to cool the steel, and his skin was made into fine cloth for the blade. It's a blade made of a god that is meant to slay other gods, or it could just be an old myth.