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[Xhala]

Eyja

Name: Eyja

Race: Human

Gender: Female

Equipment:
Grimoire, a collection of spells, potions and rituals inherent to her spritual guardian, Calfer. Should she loose the owl her knowledge of these things would be lost and could only be recovered with the help of her couvern.

Personality:
Eyja is gentle soul. She is peaceful and quiet and tends to drift off into visions . Her bond with the spiritual world is natural to her, without she wouldn't know what to do. In her couvern she was known for her potions and ointments against all kinds of ill-beeing.

Her mental leader is the owl that stands for justice, intuition and an inquisitive soul and provides guidance on her spiritual endeavours.
In times of danger or gerat trial the bear will come to her in her dreams, granting her the gifts of patience and strength – in these times she is a true practitioner of her art.
Eyja has also witnessed the wolf in her dreams, an animal that symbolizes community, adaptability and sensitivity.

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Abilities:

Potion brewing
The witch was taught in the art of potion brewing by her couvern. She specialized in healing ointments and potions of all kinds. The preparation takes time, though, which means she regularly stocks up on them, taking a weekend or two to brew everything.

Elemental magic
By using her grimoire Eyja is able to control the elements to a small degree. Following the teachings of her couvern she uses her spells only for defensive or healing purposes. When not near her spiritual guardian she uses a small pendant with a pentagram carved into it to help her control the elements and form them to her will. The pendant was made for her in a long ritual that involved half of her sisters and mothers. Due to her young age her control is limited but will grow as she gathers more experience.

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History:
Eyja was raised in the couvern, by the couvern. Her mother, a witch herself, died shortly after the birth of her daughter. However the community of wiccan sisters took the sibling in as their own and raised her to be a great witch. With her powers and abilities trained thus she developed a natural association with the heavenly realm which allowed her to receive visions. However, these visions seldom show the future, they are bound to the past like the spirits sending them. Eyja could relive lifetimes of memories from these souls. Her sensibility to these visions is the strongest when she is resting.

When she turned eighteen her sisters sent her out into the woods for a night beneath the stars. There she met Calfer, her companion ever since. The owl found the girl as she was watching the heavens, lost in a vision of how this place used to look. As she awakened the animal sat beside her and looked at her. It followed her back to her home where her sisters rejoiced for she had found her power animal. He guides her in her ways and moralities and helps her retrieve her grimoire from the sheltered place within her soul. The grimoire is essential to her spell casting since she wouldn't be able to practice magic without a ritual otherwise. Eyja doesn't practice her magical abilities unless she has to.

Having been brought up in a secluded abbey that serves as home to the couvern Eyja decided she wanted to see the outside world. She moved to London where she opened a small tee and herb shop called 'Berula', the Latin word for herb. Lucky enough to have found a small house for rent she lives above her shop. She has been living here for a two years now, enjoying the freedom of independency, though missing her sisters and mother who she visits once a year.

[mattmanganon]

Mara

Name: Mara

Age: 400+ (she'll never tell, exactly)

Description:


Gender: Female

Race: Human?

Magic: Sigilite
Molten Dragon Flame
Tattooed on her palm is a dragon, by channeling her magical power into it, she can summon a solid beam of fire, approximately 5,000 degrees in temporature. Unfortunately, this does drain her, meaining that it's applicable use in battle is limited to about 5 uses before she is completely worn out, pushing 6-7 before she would pass unconscious.

Physical Age control
She can easily assume the form of whatever age she wishes. From a 10 year old girl to a 100 year old crone. However, she retains their physical attributes, meaning that, she would be most powerful in the form of a 30 year old, but usually chooses that of a 10 year old, because she prefers it. However, due to her age wearing on, she has already lost the ability to transform into a form younger than 9 years old, and will, at some point in the next few centuries, be forced to abandon her ability to take on a childs form altogether. One of her current goals is to discover a way to extend her time able to stay in this form.

Friends on the Other Side
One does not live as long as she without making a few friends in places out of the ordinary. These include, but aren't limited to:

Peing-Khan: The Shadow King
Khan is a large, portly, Chinese demon that has an army of demonic Shadow-Ninja's at his disposal. After assisting him in searching out a warlock who attempted to usurp his throne and disposing of the fiend, he has owed her a favour that she plans to call in one day. He also gave her a single Shadow-Ninja bodyguard (She lovingly nicknamed the silent warrior "Giggles" Unfortunately, due to his less than stellar people skills, she tied him to her shop and sets him about doing menial tasks, he only ever fights intruders in her shop.)
Bajie: The Great Pig
Bajie is the embodiment of the Pig Zodiac, a fat and lazy being, he is nonetheless one of the most powerful entities in the Zodiac realm. She gained his favour when she found him (disguised as a regular pig) and took him into her home, feeding him, scratching his belly and letting him sleep wherever he wanted. He gave her his Rake in return for her kindness and told her to "Call anytime you need assistance... Except if i'm eating... Or napping." meaning there are very short windows with which to contact him.
Iosheka
A Native-American god, she discovered him when she went to the States, after assisting his people in a banishment for his evil brother Tawescaron. For her feats, Iosheka gave her the magical tobacco that she smokes in her pipe, it is that of the gods and permeates her body with magical energy, allowing her to wield the mystic arts more effectively.
Hodr: the Blind King of Games
A more recent addition to her list of friends. When a bunch of nerds (Dougy, Adam, Phillip, Kay and Dick) started hanging around in her shop and playing Dungeons & Dragons, she was actually rather relieved by their antics. They, however, attracted Hodr to the shop, who wanted to join in. Every other thursday, her upstairs room is "Nerd Night" where Hodr, Mara and the nerds gather to play their boardgames, watch films (Well, Hodr doesn't, he's blind, but he does enjoy to listen to the stories) and, on occassion, enjoy the odd game of Strip Poker (don't worry, she assumes the form of a rather voluptuous lady when playing this. Which is why she almost always wins.)

Weaknesses: More than she likes to admit;

1) Physical strength: Although she is old and wields a magic Rake, she possesses the strength of a 10 year old girl, which is not that much.
2) All her power in her items: Almost all of her combat ability is in her magical items that she carries. Without them, she is forced to fall back on her Molten Dragon Flame being her only ability. Even with an ability as such on her side, her ability to fight is greatly diminished.

Equipment:
Scroll Magics
Instead of the regular incantation based magic, she carries a number of magical scrolls with magic built into them. This has the upside of allowing her to very quickly cast high level spells, at the cost of reliability. Scrolls are made of paper, meaning that they can very easily be destroyed. And replicating them takes time and concentration as they are written with a special ink that takes a 3 hour ceremony to make, and then, only lasts for an hour before the magic leaves the ink and the ceremony needs to be performed again. These are kept up her sleave and can be called upon at a moments notice, flying from their resting place and casting the magic infused into them. They include, but aren't limited to:

Fireball Scroll (casts fireball)
Immobilization Scroll (Can freeze inanimate objects and those with a lack of willpower in place)
Levitation Scroll (Allows her rudimentary flight within her human form.)
Telekinesis Scroll (Allows her to move objects with her mind, only 1 specific object at a time, though. And not herself, she has to rely on her Levitation Scroll for that.)
Power Scroll (fires a beam of energy that hits with almost 1TPSI force. Usually used to open doors and take down particularly tough opponents.)

Bag of Epic Holding
The bag was unnamed until Dougy saw it, the bag is nye bottomless and carries vast amounts of potion brewing ingredients. She wouldn't be much of a witch without the ability to brew up a "Turn someone into a toad" potion, would she?

Amulet of Merlock
An amulet that she wears around her neck, looking like a large green jewel, it allows her to transform into a multitude of animals, so long as she wears it. If it is to leave her person, then the magic wears off within seconds. Generally used for travel and escape.
The Rake of Bajie
A magical rake given to her by the Great Pig, Bajie. It is indestructable and allows her to convers with the great pig, however, 99% of the time, he is either asleep or eating, and so will not answer. Over the years, she has become quite adept at wielding it.
Personality: Arrogant as a 10 year old, wise as a 100 year old, she has been on the planet for a substantial amount of time and has forgotten more than most will ever know. She always assumes she is the smartest person in the room and is rarely seen without her smoking pipe in her hands.

History: A backstory shrouded in mystery. Although the first thought in anyones head is that she must be a child, the fact is that she only assumes this from due to having a fondness for children. In actuality, she is more than 400 years old. Numerous stories give varying accounts of her origin, including; The daughter of a priestess and a demon, the daughter of Satan, a being created from magic, an Alien, a Vampire gone wrong, and many, many more. She will never tell, as she finds great amusement in hearing what people say about her.

She has been to many places in her 400+ years of life, she has met many magical entities, assisting Native Americans in banishing a dark god, becoming the keeper of a Pig deity, hunting rogue Warlocks and witches, should the need arrise.

She also has a Demon Ninja that does her bidding. Although he is incapable of leaving the confines of her shop, he is also incapable of attacking anyone, unless they threaten Mara or the shop. All he does is clean the hut and stare angrily at everyone it meets, as well as offer them tea. He doesn't take no for an answer, as such, if declined, he will continue trying to give the tea to his target until they relent. Don't get him wrong, he is essentially a mindless drone with very strict mission parameters.

[rush99999]

Sans

Name: Sans

Age: Can't remember

Appearance:


Gender: Male

Race: Undead

Magic: Adept Sigilist

Equipment: Flying bones, Gaster Blasters, and karmic retribution.

Personality: Sans is very laid back and incredibly lazy. He enjoys making bad puns, likes science fiction, and loves to drink ketchup. In addition, he hates making promises. He is kind and reassuring but becomes eerily serious at particular moments, sometimes causing his pupils to disappear leaving empty black sockets. He is also very observant, to the point where he knows about things that should be logically impossible for him to know. Sans cares deeply for his younger brother, Papyrus, doing thing such reading him bedtime stories every night and giving him presents every Christmas under the identity of Santa. Nonetheless, he likes to mess with him as he would with anyone else.

History: Sans and his younger brother were reanimated by a necromancer named Gaster. Gaster sought to increase his power through the use of sigils, but wanted to hone his skill in sigil carving 1st in order to minimise the risk of carving a sigil the wrong way and getting himself killed. Sans and Papyrus were the only 2 that survived Gaster's practice sessions, with Sans becoming powerful enough to successfully "dunk" on Gaster. Free of Gaster's control, Sans and Papyrus went out into the world and eventually found themselves at The Abandoned Bar, watching The Order do their thing.

[Classpet]

Greg

Name: Uses their host's name "Gregory" or "Greg" for short, Demons typically do have names of their own unless they are distinguished in things such as human literature.

Age: Gregory is 21

Description:

Gender: N/a, Gregory is a male

Race: Demon

Magic: Necromancy- Greg doesn't care for the bringing back the dead part but uses the shadow to solid object part frequently. His channel is a necromidian ring, placed on his host humans pointer finger.

Equipment: Hardly anything. Normal human clothes for their novelty. Will summon a curved blade or rapier.

Personality: Like many of his kind this Demon finds humans incredibly hilarious. They manipulates their host Greg to do a variety of comical things while living out the human experience of 'life'. Gregory seems like a class clown most of the time, his jokes and mannerisms out of place and widely inappropriate for any situation. He doesn't get how to act. For the most part he just seems demented.

Deeper though his Demon is in love with human kind. It finds their fragility and concern admirable and brave. It loves them for starring at their own deaths and smiling at their children and grandchildren.

History: Gregory was born a human and in most senses is still a human. He is however possessed by the Demon and can claim no free will of his own. He was possessed before he started talking and his parents simply wrote his oddness off as their own failure to raise him correctly. He was sent to several specialists who concluded that he was just a very odd child, but none the less aught to be sent to 'special' schooling. Gregory did not care, it was a fun experience in which he could patronize the other students. The same would've happened had he gone to a normal school.

His shenanigans continued in high school when he was permitted into 'normal' school. Compared to some of the children there he was even quite mild mannered. He never had any problem with classes, cheating was easy enough when he could slip out of his body and sneak a peak into the teachers mind. History however was his favorite. Teachers there would actually argue with him! ha haha ha! He'd, they'd been at half the places the teacher talked about. Gregory wasn't alive then. Isn't that funny humans are so fragile. History was great.

Now Gregory has a part time job at a museum and is working his way up because seeing all these stupid fascinating humans stare at dead artifacts from a time that seems to them forever ago but to Gregory it was as close as yesterday and those were the times, ahh the first wars and second wars and all the plagues and death and inventions and love. He had lived with his parents still. They loved him.

When the humans fell, Gregory's body and soul pulled towards the call of rest but by that time the Demon was quite established, not needing to head to simple human cries of need. So long as Gregory is alive, his demon is fine.

[ANMOS]

Eighty

Name: Eighty

Age: 31

Description:

Reference photo pulled from search

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Magic: "Dun' know any."

Equipment: Eighty carries little on him, normally. Cigs, lighter, wallet, normal stuff. When he's out conducting business however, he brings along some specialty items, including a custom 9mm pistol with differing ammunition intended for differing oppositional forces, such as silver bullets for werewolves. He also brings along modernized versions of tried-and-true monster-killing tools - retractable pocket stake, spray can full of Church-blessed water, small can of gasoline, what have you. Honestly, he thinks most of it is ridiculous, but it works, so he doesn't complain.

Personality: Eighty is, for the most part, the average London ganger in terms of personality. Normally keeps to himself, tends to come off as rude, hard to trust, so on. However, unique to him among most other London gangers, are his notions towards the supernatural. Eighty is no stranger to the world of vampires, werewolves, demons, etcetera. But he sees such beings as little more than humans in terms of the big picture - everyone trying to make a buck, get ahead in life, and live freely. All this adding up, Eighty is never impressed with anything supernatural. As he would describe it, "It's all the same stuff you see in comics and movies. Big deal."

History: Eighty, real name withheld for reasons he isn't keen on delving into, is someone who a good number of folks would see as a low-class, suspicious-looking, small-time criminal. When it came to his earlier years, they'd have been right. London slum dweller who never accomplished anything, and didn't strive for much else. However, who Eighty was then has been entirely forgotten - so much to say that it was effectively erased from all appropriate records by parties unknown.

For most of his mid-life, Eighty was nowhere to be seen. He showed back up in London looking much different than before, foregoing his birth name and instead using the numerical callsign granted to him by his, as he would put it, 'employers'. Eighty has since delved deeper into the London crime scene to the supernatural rung, where the much more interesting stuff happens - smuggling of magical artifacts, nonhuman organ trafficking, werewolf pit fights, and all other sorts of nasty business involving the more mystical side of life. Eighty gets involved in just about all of it, for reasons unknown, and to unclear ends.

As is to be expected, the Order tends to get involved in breaking up most of the activities listed above, much to Eighty's ire. However, much of the time, deals tend to go bad, groups will get a little too greedy, what have you. At the behest of his employers, Eighty will cooperate with the Order when it seems most appropriate to keep himself afloat in the sea of scum he makes a living off of. He hands over information regarding problem folks, and the Order doesn't fry him to a crisp. So far it's worked out, but he expects them to eventually change their mind and hunt him down.

And when that happens, he'll be ready.

[AdamantiumWolf]

Maru

Name: Maru

Age: 22

Description: When viewed by humans of everyday life Maru appears as a brown haired girl with green eyes,generally wearing a Brown cloak with the hood pulled up.

Gender: Female

Race: Deer Faun

Magic: Earth and Druid Magic.

Equipment: N/A

Personality: Maru is timid and considered to be a loner, she fears large crowds and tends to keep to her self, when drawn into conversation she is kind but with a steely opposition. She's either relaxed or on edge, she prefers the wooded forests to the city but enjoys what the city has to offer, she thoroughly loves shiny objects so it wouldn't be odd to see necklaces and bracelets and other jewelry wrapped about her horns.

History: Maru was born in the forest, when she was old enough she left and moved to the city, she got a job as an apprentice at an herb shop, she saved up enough to buy a small apartment then quit her job, she roams the city finding discarded jewelry to add to her ever growing collection.

[2b3heart]

Saryx

Name: Saryx Yol sos

Age: 20

Description:
Human:

My Hider

Dragonform:

My Hider

Gender: female

Race: Dragonblood
An almost extinct race, the dragonblood are the humanoid decedents of dragons. They inherit and element from their dragon ancestors and are able to transform into a dragon about the size of their human form. They can also take a variance of mid-forms to suit their needs. Dragonbloods are extremely weak to their opposite element (water beats fire, ice beats water, etc.). Also some might be influenced by druidic magic. Dragonbloods also have a weakness in their natural scale armor: their soft scaled underbelly. Dragonbloods tend to stay in clans of the same or similar elements and lived in regions that suited them (such as fire dragonbloods would be in the mountains and water dragonbloods would live near water). Dragonbloods are adept in their element of magic. Two things caused dragonblood decrease in numbers: Hunters who wanted their skin and fighting clans.

Magic: Blue Fire

Yolus Sil:
Saryx has the ability to cover herself in her fire to protect herself or to do harm. She cannot hold this ability long though until she has to gain back her energy.

Su'um Dol Yol:
Saryx has the natural ability to breathe fire. But since she is still young, she cannot do this for a very long time and must eat something or rest to build back up her energy.

Equipment: Saryx has a few sets of enchanted clothes that allow her to transform without the worry of messing up her outfit.

Personality: Saryx is a fun loving hatchling. She loves to pull tricks on others. She can be hard-headed and stubborn at times due to her heritage but she is a quick learner. Sometimes she falls back to her feral side and sometimes needs a nudge back to civility.

History: Saryx grew up in the mountains of the Black Forest in Germany. She belonged to the fiery Dragonblood clan Yol Sos. The Yol Sos clan were heavy in hunting culture and believed to be close in touch with their dragon heritage,worshiping their ancestors. There they preyed upon stray hikers and small to large game. Saryx came from a line of fire elements known for the ability to possess blue flames. Her line was held high for this.
When Saryx was just a little hatchling, at the age of 14, her clan was attacked by rage-filled, magical locals. The battle was fierce, btu Saryx and the other young were moved far inside the mountains with a few elders. They were supposed to be retrieved once the fight was over. The small group waited five years until Saryx, the only one brave enough to go against the elders, went up to the surface. All she knew was gone in stil-burning piles of rubble. There were charred humanoid corpses and dragonblood shaped skeletons scattered everywhere.
Saryx went back down to tell the other members of the remaining Yol Sos, a mere five hatchlings and two elders. The elders knew the hatchlings must find a new home, for this place is no longer safe. The elders taught the hatchlings how to maintain their human form and sent them to England to find a new home for their clan.
Saryx was curious about human culture and what drove the others to kill her family. So she set out for London to explore the human filler world.

[Lord Zee]

Arkan

Name: Arkan, The Lesser

Age: Ancient

Description:

Gender: Male

Race: Demon

Magic: Is drawn to magical sources, like a moth drawn to light.

Equipment:
* Amulet of Arkan - This is his life source, without it being powered he goes into a deep sleep until magic restores it. If the Amulet is destroyed, he dies.
* Spectral armor - Incredibly hard but warped, meaning that it can fade in an out of reality.
* Agony - The sword of Arkan. The smallest cut upon flesh can produce ten times the amount of pain. It only gets worse if the cut is deep.
* Shredded cape - It's just a cape.

Personality: Arkan has little to no personality, perhaps at one point in time he did but it is long gone. His mind wandered a long time ago, leaving a husk of a man behind who only thirsts for magic. He rarely speaks but when he does, it is not comprehensive to those who do not speak demonic. If he knows the modern language, seldom does he heed it.

History: A long time ago he was Arkan Drevn, son of a Lord long forgotten. His family ruled a land as far as he could see but they were not content. They made war on their neighbors for land and in their arrogance, began to lose. It was then that they made a pact with a greater demon for power, in exchange they would sacrifice the royal blood line of their conquered. They were gifted amulets which would make them invincible.

The pact became accomplished but it is in the nature of demons to be tricky. Years went by and they found their bodies withering away into creatures of death. Slowly they became demons, and lost their minds, becoming the empty husks that craved magic to keep them in existence. This new reign of terror was matched by heroes and wizards and they were either destroyed or locked away.

Arkan was no different, he lost everything that he was. His wife and children shrieked away from him and in his anger, he killed them. Grief stricken, he took his own life but instead of dying, the curse fully took him. He became a demon like the rest of his family and got locked away after going on a rampage in a village. There he remained for countless centuries.

It was only recently that a magician, looking for powerful sources of magic, unlocked his tomb. His magic kick started his amulet and he was allowed to return to existence, craving more.

[Hawlin]

[Silently leaves]

[Maria 127]

Name: Jason Blackwater

Age: 21

Description:
Hellhound Form:

Human Form:

(Image or worded description accepted)

Gender: Male

Race: HellHound (has a humanish form)

Magic: Elementalists, he is especially gifted with controlling fire.

Equipment: Sword

Personality: he is fairly kind hearted most of the time but he does have some anger issues and can switch very quickly. He is very inquisitive, and likes to find out what something does and possible how its put together. He is also very mischievous but only those close to him will notice this side of him. He often liked to play pranks on his friends and tends to find them funnier than they actually are.

History: he got trapped in the human world after sneaking out to explore it as a child but did not expect the portal to close behind him. Stranded in the human world a family soon took him in and cared for him. Somehow their gentle nature seemed to calm him but he was forever catching himself and other things on fire. His family just shrugged It off as him being clumsy. He also seemed to get drawn to scenes of disasters and loud heated arguments often not sure how he got there. Some teenagers began to call him “the embodiment of chaos” whether or not this was true no one knew. He learnt to adapt and survive and soon discovered that he had more than just the power over fire. He had earth, water and air too.