[CHAR] Children of Light and Darkness at War: Can Love Bloom on a Battle Field? (Still unsure of the title) (no longer active)

[Ace of flames01]

Octavia

Child of:

Light

Nickname:

Birdy, Snow Bird, Red

Age:

25

Gender:

Female

Sexuality:

Hetero

Relationship Status:

Single and ready to mingle!

Species:

Angel

Occupation

Freelance artist

Likes:

Flying
Warmth
Drawing
Freedom
Singing

Dislikes:

Blood
Death
Violence
Cold

Fears:

The dark
Blood

Weapon(s)

The Royal family dagger. It's is made of silver and is embued with light magic. Her weapon of choice and proof of connection to the Royal family.

Personality:
Octavia is a very kind, warm, and gentle woman. She is very shy, innocent, and niave, almost to a fault. She is a loyal friend and always does what she can to help. She is shy at first and might run/fly away when you first meet her but she warms up to people quite easily. Octavia is a hue pacifist and does what she can to avoid conflict.

History:

Octavia came into this world as an orphan. Her her father died in the war and her mother died during child birth. However, this didn't mean she was an unhappy child. Quite the contrary, actually. Because she was of a rare race, the king of light decided to adopt the young orphan and her as his own. Of course, it wasn't her wings that made the king adore the beautiful little angel. The king raised Octavia with a warm love and gentle words. He taught her to be kind, warm, and gentle to all; even if they didn't deserve it. He was even the one who taught Octavia to fly.

Unfortunately, Octavia was born very weak and with a frail body. Falling ill and tiring easily was a common occurrence for her. Thus the king decided to isolate her, for many reasons. One reason being because of her illness, and the other because he didn't want to expose her to the cruel realities of war. However, he did not hide the fact that their country was at war. Octavia understood that they were at war and all of the terms that came along with it. Yet, this didn't change the fact that she found the dark world interesting and her want to visit the boarder, which is something she would often do when she thought nobody was looking.

Being isolated wasn't all bad, though. During that time, Octavia could persue her passions of art. A talent that didn't go unnoticed by the king. On the other hand, being isolated caused her to develop a shy and introverted nature.

Extra

She is a very good singer
She has an Irish accent
There color of her wings are brown and white

THEME

[Lord Zee]

Lucius Talkin

Child of:

Light

Nickname:

The Knight of Angels

Age:

28

Gender:

Male

Sexuality:

Heterosexual

Relationship Status:

I don't even know

Species:

Human

Occupation:

Lucius is a Wizard

Likes:

Sunlight, Fire, Lightning, light Magic

Dislikes:

Darkness, Large quantities of water, dark magic, demons

Fears:

Becoming a child of the dark is his biggest fear.

Weapon

Personality: Lucius is a calm individual, gentle in nature but quite capable of anger when stressed out. At times he can be dark, brooding and mysterious. At the core of his being he is a child of light and because of this he is known for helping others in need, but only if they are also children of the light. He learned the hard way to never trust the enemy.

He hates the children of darkness and sees them nothing more as beasts that have run amok. Those beasts, also need to be put down. He believes this is the only way that his kind can survive in peace. He also partially controlled by his fear of becoming one of them, as humans are far to susceptible to dark influences, so he goes out of his way to avoid touching them when in close proximity.

History:

Lucius was born in a small village where everyone knew each other. He had a pleasant childhood, he went to school, made friends and learned from his experiences. They knew of the war that raged on in the outside world but his village had always thought that it would never reach them, but they were wrong.

What happened next was to expected, the village was caught on both sides on the conflict and torn apart. Those that survived fled to safer places in the heart of the country, others were not so lucky. His family was one of the few that had escaped, he was only a young man at the time and the experiences of that night would always haunt him. He was quiet literally on the edge of death when his father found him under rubble, so close was Lucius that he remembered on seeing a gorgeous pale light but it was not his time. By some stroke of luck, his family left their village by wagon, with another family who had a trained healer. Though he would not awake for about a week, he would survive, but never be the same again.

It was only later that he developed a talent for magic, after his family had been uprooted from their ancestral home and forced to flee. Only later did he realize that he had had the potential to help in the conflict and vowed to himself to become better then what he was, so that there never be a time again where his situation seemed hopeless.

He joined a small group of talented wizards calling themselves, "The Eyes" who practiced magic and honed their abilities for the war. Lucius was by no means the best, but he knew how to handle himself in tricky situations. Those tricky situations, happened a lot.

Theme song - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wAif17l1QN0

[Deyedreamer]

Velia Lotus

Child of:
"What do you think?"
Darkness

Nickname:
"I'm going to pretend you didn't ask that seeing as we're special friends."
She despises nicknames.

Age:
"Never as a lady her age, it's improper."
221 years old.

Gender:
"None of the above."
Female.

Sexuality:
"Why? You interested, sweetcheeks?"
Asexual, she is interested in whoever she takes a fancy to.

Relationship Status:
"I'm certainly not tied down at the moment." *winks*
Single

Species:
"Don't run off now, honey."
Vampire

Occupation
"Write down that I'm an 'active worker'. It sounds awfully professional, doesn't it?"
A scout of sorts, Velia is skilled in sending long-distance messages and in other tasks requiring her to use her speed. From time to time, she will even work as a spy for whoever pays her the most.

Likes:
"And that's supposed to mean...?"
- Talking to herself.
- Showing off to other people
- The rain
- Finding someone's weak spot

Dislikes:
"You."
- Genuinely good people; they tend to tick her off.
- If someone is more beautiful than her.
- People pointing out her flaws

Fears:
- Velia has a strong fear of being alone, without friends or enemies, with no one to torment or to even talk to. It is one of her biggest weaknesses.

Weapon

"If you want to familiarise with them then just ask. I'd be happy to give you a close-up demonstration."
Her weapon of choice is her throwing knives; hand-crafted, wickedly sharp, and as light as a feather- when thrown by someone as skilled as her they could kill someone in an instant.

Personality:
Velia is not evil as much as she is mad. Her true character is unknown even to her as her life is a mixture of façades and lies. One moment she can be ditsy and child-like, the next she can be cruel and manipulative. Most that meet her often find her to be ageless; someone that has lost their way in the art of growing up and staying perched on the barrier separating childish influences and adulthood maturity. To those she views as on the same side as her, she is comfortable and almost friendly; but still has that broken essence to her that most can't place their finger on. Her abnormal creativeness and madness reaches to the point of insanity sometimes and often intimidates people. She has long lost the value of her own and anyone else's lives and can be counted on when it comes to reckless, life-threatening tasks.

She is often charming and flirtatious to anyone she finds attractive, yet is still to experience the feeling of actual love. Deep down, she craves for someone to care and love her in ways she so often sees on the light side, and this aspect of her, once discovered, can be surprisingly easily taken advantage of. However, if she feels as if someone is growing closer to her, her automatic reaction is to shut them out, adding to her self-destructive nature.

Although she is very dangerous, she can come to be surprisingly likeable and easy to get along with. Her charm and beauty she often uses to get what she wants. She isn't someone to trust, for sure, but she is a good person to be around.

History:
"It's all a blur, really."
Velia will claim to not remember her past, yet no one is really sure if she does or not. She tends to stray away from the subject of asked. [this'll be developed throughout the roleplay, if that's okay ^^]

Extra

[Dragooon]

Thalia Roven

Child of:

Light

Nickname:

Tal, Tally, pretty much anything but she prefers to be called Thalia

Age:

652

Gender:

Female

Sexuality:

Demisexual

Relationship Status:

Single

Species:

Elf

Occupation

Huntress

Likes:

• Hunting game (mainly rabbits)
• Music
• Parties/festivals
• Talking to herself

Dislikes:

• Silence
• Being wrong
• Losing bets
• Alcohol

Fears:

Thalia fears thunderstorms. It's not something very commonly known, but the sudden sound of thunder and flashes of lightening terrifies Thalia to the core.

Weapon

Personality:

A cocky, confident know-it-all, Thalia loves the thrill of the chase. It can be said that she's addicted to adrenaline, which is why its no surprise that she is a huntress for a living. She loves talking, whether to herself or at others, it doesn't matter.

Thalia can carry grudges, she has done her entire life. She hates being being bested at her own game, loss never sitting well with her large ego.

Thalia loves a laugh, but not at the expense of others, especially those she calls friends. Her sense of morality is high, and she cannot resist helping those that cannot help. She can often be seen giving away any game she earns to the needy, much to the chagrin of her brother.

History:

Born to a small fishing village, little Thalia was a young elf with large vision. She was the second elfling to her parents, her older brother almost a century older than her. Since for as long as she had known, Thalia had clung to her brother - Itham - like a shadow, often to the glee of her parents. Her father was a fisherman, her mother often staying at home to take care of the young children.

One day, her father was forced to leave for a fishing trip during terrible weather, the village suffering from a shortage of food - both for trade and for the citizens alike. It was during the fishing trip that her father died, the waves taking his body under and away from the family. At the news of the death, Thalia's mother eventually succumbed to sickness a decade later, leaving Thalia and her brother to fend for themselves in an increasingly scary world.

With the news of the war between the darkness and the light reaching the young Elves, Itham took his sister's hand and they set off to the main kingdom, where Itham pledged his life to the King and his family, eventually setting off to help fight while young Thalia was raised with an elderly human couple and their child - old friends of their parents. Thalia eventually picked up hunting as a way to practice her shooting skills, in order to train herself and be ready to join the ranks beside her brother.

Extra

She is known to wear the same sleeveless fur coat over her usual hunting gear, a slightly oversized dark brown tunic with dark fitted trousers and boots. It helps ward off the cold, and not to mention loves the softness of the fur.

[Polaris North]

Both are him, just in two different armors, the right one is more frequently used though

Full Name: Uriel Havoc

Child of: Darkness

Nickname: General Havoc, Havoc

Age: 426

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Demisexual, close to Asexual

Relationship Status: Single

Species: Demon

Occupation: General of a small Legion

Likes: Dark Magic, Weaponry, Defeating his enemies, Completing Ojectives

Dislikes: Failing, Falling, Flying, Light Magic, Holy Water, Silver

Fears: Has a strange case of Acrophobia. It is strange because he only fears it when he isn't on the ground (when someone picks him up while flying)

Weapon

He has an arsenal at home, however, he doesn't carry everything. He ain't strong enough. What he always carries is the sword and shield and occasionally, the bow and arrow as well.
*Refer to the picture in the appearance - The mace and shield are sometimes carried as well in exchange for the sword and shield

Personality: Uriel is quite a loyal person. He will follow orders without question and is not able to feel mercy towards others as long as they are the enemy. Although his definition of an 'enemy' is not quite the same as others as his enemies are the state enemies, when you are not deemed an enemy anymore, he will stop acting hostile towards you. When you are a friend turned enemy, however, he will not hesitate to cut you down.

He isn't a very complicated character. He is quite simple. He's just a loyal warrior to his kingdom and will do everything to win for it. Although he isn't one dimensional. In truth, despite being raised to be cruel and ruthless, he is very peaceful and loves nature. He openly shows this side of him but no one dares to comment about it lest they want to meet the sharp end of a sword, a blunt edge of a mace or his armored first itself. He does truly care about other people but he does not openly show it. He only shows it when most needed and when it is directed to his beloved younger sister.

He has been shown to have an attachment to his suit and has never been seen taking it off. No one is sure if he even takes it off at night. Unknown to everyone, he has a soft and emotional side, thus his attachment to his armor. He never shows this side of him as he is afraid of being judged because of it. He doesn't feel ashamed that he has no wings like most of his brethren but he is ashamed of the fact that he is scared to fly or fall.

However, he has a very contradicting personality. Inside, he will actually let an enemy go depending on the circumstances. He is an honorable fighter as well, not killing anyone who is unarmed. He also feels responsible to pay anyone back if they did him any good or helped him in any way, may they be a Child of Light or Darkness."

History: Uriel would've liked to say that his life has been normal... but it wasn't. Yes, he went through the usual training. Yes, he's just like any other Child of Darkness out there. But he was born without wings. At first, he found himself insecure about it and being bullied because of it. Although it wasn't too soon until they started to respect him after he beat them up, all at one with only a wooden sword against those flying idiots. He proved to have a greater power on ground than above it. His movements became more fluid.

One day, however, while he and his mother was patrolling the border, they were caught in a battle between five Children of Light. They were gravely outnumbered and so Uriel's mother took him, spread her wings and flew upwards and away. Unfortunately, an Angel can fly as well and his mother can't fight with her hands occupied with Uriel. Instead of doing anything else, she took the hit and they went plummeting down. His mother took most of the blow and he survived, but only barely since his armor wasn't all that great before. His mother had some last words though, a request to put on a suit of armor that she had once made. It belonged to his father once, who disappeared, and she made modifications to it and now it was his. And so starts his connection with the inanimate object which is the embodiment of his mother.

He trained for many years before entering the army. He quickly rose through the ranks and ended up as a general. He has shown great loyalty and has killed many Children of Light through uncanny tactics or his own blade. Although recently, he had become increasingly useful alone as he is useful in a group.

Extra: He has a younger sister but too young to fight so he does his best to protect her.

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She wears this over her clothing

Full Name: Hale Trauvert

Child of: Light

Nickname: The Healer

Age: 420

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Asexual

Relationship Status: Single

Species: Elf

Occupation Healer for both sides

Likes: Healing, Nature

Dislikes: War, Feuds,

Fears: She fears that her death will come and no one will be the neutral ground to heal both sides.

Weapon

*Refer to the picture in the appearance: That's her hunting bow

Personality: Hale is one of the few people who actually expressed her full on hatred of the war and even deviated from the principles of war and the rules of her country. She was a pacifist and she knew that this war was stupid and needed to end. She always cared for every single living being, may the be a child of light or darkness, all races, even the animals. She is kind and helpful to everyone.

She believes in true freedom where she can do whatever she wanted and no one can control her. She was her own person and neither the King nor her friends can tell her otherwise. She believes that one day, this war would end and honestly? She wants to see it. Although when she heals people and lets them go, she doesn't care if she influences them or if they repay her. She doesn't hold emotional connections with these people.

History: Hale was born to two warrior elves. One was an archer and the other was a mage and so naturally, she learned both of their professions making her quite skilled at both. Although what was sad was when she was first dispatched to fight the Children of Darkness. She had never seen so much death before, so many wounded lie on the ground and a lot more were dead. Her hands trembled and she ran away, never to be seen by the capital again.

She had reached the border and she saw how different the lands were. She understood why the Children of Darkness wanted to take their land and she understood why the Children of Light wanted to protect it. And both reasons were stupid in her mind. She had started to hunt on her own and built her house at the middle of the border. She stayed on the 'Light' part and left the 'Darkness' part alone, she just cleaned it up occasionally.

Now, she ventures out to take injured soldiers, nurse them back and let them go again. She has been known throughout the land as 'The Healer' and some have tried to attack this traitor, most have failed to kill her. She was a skilled mage and archer and if there are many, she would just leave and wait them out. She is a traitor but it seems she is proud of it.

[King Atlas]

Alistar Dominic Todd

Child of: Darkness

Nickname: Sleeping Knight

Age: Appears 19, Actually 115.

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Curious enough to try anything or anyone once.

Relationship Status: Single but willing.

Species: Vampire

Occupation: Bodyguard for Hire.

Likes:
Free Falling
Full Moons
Anything that makes him think

Dislikes:
Weak willed people
Enclosed spaces
dishonesty

Fears:
Watching a loved one die
losing focus of his dreams to unite the people

Weapon

A four ft. blade that Crackles with black lightning when in his hands.

Armor

Personality: Alistar has always been an introvert in large crowds, and tends to open up more one on one. Preferring to stay out of the main war has led him to be seen as a disgrace to the demon bloodline and his people. "I have no reason to fight the light,so why should I?"

Alistar is a free spirit for the most part never seeming to dwell on the same thing for too long. Caring towards the ones he he deem worthy of the effort. He sees all as equals until the safety of those in his care is jeopardized."We all have something we live for. You shouldn't challenge my pride."

History: Alistar was born into a well off family, that was very influential in the dark community. His father a General in the king's Army and his mother the king's Advisor. He was raised to be a soldier that would serve the king just like his parents', yet they were never around during his childhood. His nanny Calypso , a phantom who was once human, raised him. When she stopped appearing at his beck and call, Alistar fell into a rage induced tranced that resulted in the destruction of the Todd Manor.

Having seen the raw power of his son, Alistar's father forced years of training and swordsmanship on him."A Todd will always lead the way into the future son. Just think of your blood as the stepping stones son." Two decades of scars lined his thin-toned body before his father saw he was ready. 20 years since he had last seen moonlight.20 years of torture over with. The moon's glow sparked something in him. His father was right, he would lead the way into the future, a future of peace and equality. Now for 70 years Alistar has been working as a bodyguard for Royals ands caravans. Protecting all who have the right amount of coin or sob story.

[SouffleGirl123]

Lillian-Rose Gathantis

Child of:

light

Nickname:

Most commonly Lilly or Lilly-Rose

Age:

232

Gender:

female

Sexuality:

Heterosexual

Relationship Status:

single

Species:

Elf

Occupation

weaponry maker (continuing her father's legacy).

Likes:

• Archery
• Carving beautifully crafted bows
• The kindness in the light realm
• Young children
• Music
• Playing the violin

Dislikes:

• Cruel acts/people
• The war
• The dark
• Daredevilish stunts

Fears:

She fears that one day she will be the reason for one's demise, this war may end up playing big part in regards to that. She also has a huge fear of free-falling

Weapon:

weapon

Crafted by Lillian-Rose herself it was one of her first designs.

Personality:

Lillian-Rose is a softspoken young elf (well; young by elf standards). She possesses a large heart. She cares deeply ccor each and every person, particularly children and dedicates herself to making the world a better place and making those around her happier. She can often come across shy and when its not as part of her business or it's not a child or someone she knows well she can be quite so. Sometimes she finds it hard to speak her opinion in fear of it leading people to not like her. She hates being disliked

Lillian-Rose is very dedicated to her work and won't rest until her client has exactly what they want, or even better. Because of her restless hours she is often tired but, over the years, she has come accustomed to ignore it, she just needs to spend a day to relax occasionally but in saying that she is used to living off little sleep.

History:

Lillian-Rose was born to weapon-maker Marcus Gathantis and his loving wife Gwendolyn. Marcus was well known for his weapons and even had the honour of making weapons for some of the king's generals! He was much the family man, however, and spent as much time as possible with his family.

At a young age Lillian-Rose showed interest in archery so her father taught her the basics. She often spent time in the nearby forest practicing her skills. She usually avoided using creatures as her target but occansionally brought an animal home for dinner.

When she was not yet a decade over 100 Lillian-Rose's father decided to offer to teach her his craft so soon enough she worked alongside her father. She quickly became quite skilled at such a trade. Many claimed it was in her blood. She claimed her father was an amazing teacher. She spent hours in her small cottage practicing the art of bow crafting and, once she got many generic designs right, designing and creating her own.

The war pressed closer and closer to her villiage and the demand for weapons became high, from both the village people and those from other villiages and cities. Lillian-Rose barely made use of the forest out of the large workload and due to the fact that, at any point, the war would reach them.

As the war continued Lillian-Rose's parents decided to go into places affected by battle to bring back wounded and those fleeing from war but Marcus was murdered in a crossfire. Gwendolyn, in a state of shock and despair, returned home for Lillian-Rose to move back into her parents home. With the war in full swing Lillian-Rose was left to run her father's business but the ever-growing war she knows that it probably won't be long she will have to fight in the war

[ArenaSnow]

Caezel Mithar

Child of Desendal Mithar

Nickname: "Caez"

Age: 2746; near the end of his life.

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Asexual; rather uninterested.

Relationship Status: Single

Species: Vampire

Occupation Vampire Alchemist

Likes: Knowledge (is everything), collecting artifacts, war to sustain himself on.

Dislikes: demons (an envy thing more than anything else), anything light (weakness), the very concept of peace, anyone calling out his arrogant and somewhat hypocritical side.

Fears: peace, death and demons/angels catching on to what he's up to (Oh, demon/angel characters - you didn't read that, k?). He hides them pretty well though.

Weapon

Personality: He has a couple sides to him. The first, most well known one is his "calm" side - somewhat friendly, a relatively neutral outlook (in general), and a manner that makes him fairly well respected by beings of darkness and garnering him a little respect to the beings of light. It thus sometimes comes as a surprise to learn he is a little more hard-line about "The War" than most.

A side folks don't know well about him is his "hunting" side - that which makes him a vampire. Every so often, he's gone from his library to do his vampire thing. In that "mode" he's more vicious, less calm, less civilized. He enjoys the hunt and some of his more xenophobic edges show; for example, a deep hatred of fairies and elves, more so than even others of his kind. In fact, he has a very deep hatred of anything light related. He's not too bad when he's "that way", but humans are right to fear his lack of control when he's around them and hunting.

At the core, a side relatively unseen to him by others save for those who have truly known him over the years, is a deep xenophobic hatred of light, peace and anything that he finds weak. He has an envy for demons; and his fears are somewhat demonstrated by his great aversion to anything that would see them come about. He's petty like that and would do everything he can, including backstabbing "friends" and manipulating others for his own purposes. A few demons and others over the ages have seen this side of him, but it's relatively unknown, shrouded by the illusion he has created of himself.

History: Born before the War itself, Caezel is a vampire of long history that took up the mantle his father had of lorekeeper and favored by the demonic king before he was involved in a scandal that took him from favor some 2500 years ago. Demons remember his fall all too vividly, though most other beings of the dark barely even know it was Caezel who was involved in that scandal. Nonetheless, the memory put him out for a long time and resulted in him getting the first parts of his bitter side.

He found some comfort in the collection of knowledge, books and spells. Years in the art have seen him rise in a different way; even now, many come to him to gain knowledge of certain specific spells or to take advantage of the respected demonic library he is caretaker of (he doesn't actually own it... though you wouldn't tell). Over 1000 years or so he considered the possibility of being something... more. More than just a vampire in a top down structure. Of course, to think such things would be to disturb the very peace of the order in the world, and result in his untimely death for going after such dangerous spells of advancement. But he did do some experiments, and kept them relatively secret. A close call saw him destroy all the evidence, though, before he could advance too far. Certain demons still suspect him, as does anyone over 1000 years old - the deep rumor of his attempts made way even to the light side. But nothing was proven, and again he went under the radar maintaining lore and spells. He moved into the field of alchemy when he was 1700 years old, becoming quite proficient in that field and gaining a reputation doing that... and it helped he changed a few things about him to get a fresh start, as anyone of older age still suspected him of things.

When the war began, he saw a chance for a completely new line of thought: gain a reputation in war. That went... somewhat poorly. His alchemy helped, but in the ranks of vampires, he isn't actually all that strong. Strong elves could outdo him. He dropped out of "the line" and important raids before his reputation could be tarnished (too badly, anyways... and he still got a reputation for being a crappy fighter). He went back to alchemy, did a pretty good job, set up shop not far from the border and took a "side job" of killing humans to feed himself.

Of course, that's probably not all he's doing, and both demons and angels get a bad feeling about him every time they think of him. But there's no evidence to really connect him to anything, and he provides decent potions, so they don't mind him... that much. Anyone over 300 years old has probably heard of his "battle exploits", and he gets rather pissed off at anyone who does reference them; although, to be fair, the past couple hundred years he's gotten better (could actually be a benefit; his battle reputation is such that he would probably win by the other side underestimating him). He's old, though... very old, and his movements aren't as fast as a regular vampire, nor is his healing (though he controls his hunger very well when he wants to). He's not "drop dead this year old", but in the grand age of vampires, he hasn't really done much noteworthy, and he won't be around in 10 years. Unless, of course... he makes a breakthrough... but what's the chance of that? Right? No vampire can actually become a demon.

Extra

He's a little desperate at this point as he does not have the youth he used to have, and the idea of death he hates bitterly. Peace would destroy his lifestyle of terrorizing humans on the border, and he scoffs at anyone who suggests it. Anyone stronger than him species wise is an automatic threat because he would stop at nothing to avoid his other fears coming to pass. He's not well known to anyone younger than 300, but over... the older one is, the more his more questionable side comes to light, and demons remember everything, including a few things not mentioned above - so no demon would dare trust him. Many old vampires also don't trust him, though he's probably the oldest vampire alive at this point and has outlived any vampire that would have a clear knowledge, let alone memory, of his earliest reputation-killers. To those of the darkness, he's a well known alchemist with a decent personality and an obscure past. Though the older the being, the more that is known of his real side and more known are his controversies.

On the side of light, folks do know of his existence, though to a much lesser degree than those on the side of darkness, and his more questionable record is even more obscure (although angels do have some idea and find him even less trustworthy and more dangerous in his own right than demons would). He's best known for being some sort of alchemist over there.

[Slendy]

Don

Child of:

Dark

Nickname:

N/A

Age:

N/A

Gender:

Male

Sexuality:

Heterosexual

Relationship Status:

Single ^-^ waiting for someone to touch his tralala

Species:

Reaper

Occupation

Undertaker :P

Likes:

•Corps
•The way someone is positioned when they're dead
•Alcohol
•A Challenge
•Apples
•Headstones
•Hugs

Dislikes:

•Sour Foods
•Old People
•Boundaries
•Meanies
•Tough Guys
•Cheaters

Fears:

•Getting a limb chopped off and losing it
•Getting head chopped off and losing it
•Basically losing a body part that is cut off

Weapon

Personality:
Don is a seriously nonchalant guy. Turning most of his situations into a playful scene were everyone can participate in his schemes. He's often described as a crazed maniac and a guy you should avoid. Instead of hiding his face like most of his race he expresses his emotions, smiling and laughing at anything that tries to bother him. Being already dead makes him a super care free spirit which often gets him into situations that being dead would be helpful to have as a perk. He does comes off as a serious person but it's actually just a trick to catch people off guard. He's nice for a creature of the dark and is friendly to everyone he meets. Sometimes he can even change his mind about reaping someone.

History:

Don doesn't quite remember his past but he did know he died a horrible gruesome death some hundred years ago. Maybe by murder or something. The only thing he's positive about is that he fell to his death remember fast winds and a quick and painful collision. As a reaper though he floats around like a majestic god mother and reap the souls of the dead. Sometimes even hanging out with them or drinking with them. He occasionally see dead spirits of the souls he doesn't want to reap or keep around as friends. When he first became a reaper he was a living...well he thought he was alive, skeleton. At first he wore a cloak that hidden his face but then figured out away to use his dark magic to snatch himself a humanish form. He often wears an all black suit to indicate that he's death or The Grim Reaper. Which to some degree he is. After having a busy day of 52 pick up at the war zones between the light and the dark he sometimes slips between sides to cause minor trouble or to relax from a longs day work.

Extra

Don's 6'2" and has tattoo's covering his whole upper torso. He uses a Scythe that allows him to float or fly without it he can't do either.

%50 Chance that this song is about rape I know it's about sex though. XD if you don't believe me listen to it!

Hider

[Jangel13]

Angelo Ortega

Child of: Light

Nickname: gold tone

Age:200

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Straight

Relationship Status: Single

Species: Angel

Occupation: musician

Likes: Music, art, those that push for peace

Dislikes: People wanting war, broccoli, seeing innocent being in pain no matter what race they are

Fears: his Music will never be played again and/or his music wont help anyone

Weapon

Personality: Angelo is an artist in the musical arts and has no real love for war and fighting. Angelo believes that music transcends all races and can bring even the harshest of people into a calm and serene state. Angelo prefers to let his actions speak for themselves and as a result isn't much of a talker but he is always willing to listen to another's problems in the hopes of helping them. He also believes that if their is a way to help then it should be done because not helping someone is worse. Angelo has learned through his travels that innocent people take the most pain and suffering from a war they did not want. Angelo has traveled hoping that those who take the time to listen to his music will be inspired to help end the war and show that they didn't want a war they are simply a part of it the same way the demons are. Angelo has a soft spot for children with their innocence even those of the darkness have some small amount of innocence that shows their intentions are not always evil but simply out of necessity.

History: Angelo was born to loving parents who supported him throughout his life telling him all the things he should know about being an angel like treating others with respect and kindness and to always help someone else. They best taught him these lessons as they owned a tavern in the city each day Angelo would see many different people and races come through simply to have a drink and enjoy the music their were brawls sometimes but his father was strong enough to force them outside to do it. Angelo had always been around high spirits and music it was on the day that a strange old man came into the tavern that Angelo soon found his passion for music at a young age when he heard the old man playing a beautiful melody on a flute in the tavern. Angelo listened intently and the old man smiled at him as he finished the song getting applause from the crowd. Angelo soon learned that in fact he was a demon trying to get back home to the dark lands, at first Angelo felt a little afraid of him since they were so opposing but the old man was kind and he even taught Angelo a few basic tones of the flute he played. He soon fell in love with the song and he wished to make his own that will bring people the kind of happiness and tranquility that he felt on that day. When Angelo was of age to travel alone he took his flute and joined a group of musicians hoping to help raise their troops spirits because of the war.
They couldn't fight but they all believed that they could still help by brightening their day. However when they got their they couldn't believe their sight of so many injured or dead on the ground. Even at camp they could smell the corpses in the air. Angelo was about to believe that it was the demons fault until one day at his tent he saw a little girl going through his things and he quickly stopped her but he soon saw how starved she looked and the look in her eyes told him that she was desperate and out of options. Angelo asked her why she was their and she said she was trying to get food back to her father who was dying at their home because we didn't help them. Angelo felt so guilty so he gave her a bag of bread and he realized that war hurts not only the soldiers but the innocent families caught in the cross fire. Angelo left the group and went on to explore on his own playing his flute to try and get people to listen and see that the war was hurting more people then they realized. Angelo couldn't stand the idea of war and people who would let it happen.

Extra: He has a silver flute and a necklace that his parents gave him for good luck that he hasn't taken off since

[Narcotic Dollie]

Naya Ashgrave

Child of:
Darkness

Nickname:
N/A

Age:
28

Gender:
Female

Sexuality:
Heterosexual

Relationship Status:
Single

Species:
Human

Occupation:
Witch. Also owns an apothecary.

Likes:

• Horticulture
• Shiny things
• Embalming tools
• Forehead kisses
• Grilled newt. Delicious and nutritious!

Dislikes:

• Hot weather
• People trying to swindle her
• Bad breath
• High pitched voices
• Carrots. Because ew.

Fears:
Being eaten by a werewolf.

Weapons

Spear

Previously belonged to her mother. It can be seen strapped to her back whenever she is not working in the shop.

Dagger

Also belonged to her mother. Naya only uses it for bloodletting for spells/potions

Personality: Naya doesn't actually murder people. But some spells call for certain, er, more visceral ingredients, so if someone wants to trade their dear old mum's corpse for a love spell, who is she to deny them?

It is this sort of practice that makes some people leery of the witch. It isn't an uncommon sight to come into the shop and find the body of some animal or person up on the slab, their organs floating in jars as the lithe woman serenely wipes her scarlet hands on her apron. It doesn't help that when she does her shopping she occasionally forgets to change out of her work robes and gives some poor merchant an eyeful of her bloody clothing.

Her time around the occult has made it virtually impossible for her to get squeamish at the sight of gore and her ability to joke and see humor in dark circumstances makes her a very strange human indeed. Naya is also innately curious about creatures of different races and will often badger them with all sorts of questions until both parties are exasperated.

Well, except werewolves. Those guys are terrifying.

Oddities aside, Naya is a clever girl with a sharp tongue and a wicked sense of humor. She is not easily frightened or intimidated, but is smart enough to know when to keep her mouth shut lest she upset something more fearsome than her. The witch is also a bit over protective of those she cares about and doesn't much understand the concept of personal space.

Bio:
Naya was born to a hardworking witch who owned a little apothecary on the outskirts of a sleepy border town by the name of Minora. The little girl spent long days helping her mother tend the garden, grind down the herbs, and adding new recipes to their grimoire. It was a strange life, but Naya always felt loved and most importantly, she was very happy.

Her magic doesn't come in during her twelfth year like it does for most of her family, but her mother doesn't seem concerned about it. "These things take time, my girl. Your blood will wake precisely when it is supposed to," the witch told her, dropping a kiss onto her daughter's hair. "Now be a dear and fetch me my hammer. This man's skull is thicker than I thought."

Her mother dies during Naya's nineteenth summer, when a freshly turned werewolf loses control and attacks her in the market. The town folk manage to subdue the creature, but the damage is done. Naya brings her mother's body home, stores her insides, and grinds her bones, just like she would have wanted. After that the young woman takes over the apothecary, making the salves and ointments that don't require a supernatural touch.

Then in the twenty third winter of her life it happens, precisely when it needs to.

Naya is out in the forest, scraping yellow lichen off an old oak tree when her blade slips and slices open her finger. The blood oozes out of the wound, crimson rivulets landing on the bark and suddenly she feels potential and vertigo all at once. A surge of something passes through her and in the next moment the youth is on the ground, breathless and blinking up at the canopy of leaves above her. When she looks back to the tree it is utterly engulfed in the fungus and a cluster of nightshade has begun to blossom around it's base.

The magic in her blood had finally awoken, long after she had given up on it.

It's second nature after that to start honing her craft. Sure she fumbles a bit and turns a few more people into toads than she'd originally planned, but her mother's weathered grimoire guides her and by the time her twenty eighth spring comes around she's gained quite the reputation for being a talented, albeit strange, alchemist.

Extra: The palms of both of her hands are scarred from all the bloodletting she’s had to do for various spells. Does not go anywhere without her grimoire.

Naya's Theme

[Cuccoruler]

Rida

Wings

Rida Miloth

Child of:

Light

Nickname:

The Trickster

Age:

57

Gender:

Female

Sexuality:

Bisexual

Relationship Status:

Single

Species:

Fairy

Occupation

Scout

Likes:

Warmth
Simple minded people
Mischief

Dislikes:

Stupidly brave people
People who are too weak to fight.
Those who act innocent

Fears:

Forks

Weapon

Personality:
Rida is a very mischievous fairy. At first glance most people would believe her to be innocent, rarely anyone ever looks below the surface. She has a strong sense of duty when it comes to defending her own kind. She is also very schemeing when it comes to taking an enemy down. She rarely ever uses her blade, and instead uses simple words and rumors to make the enemy first lose trust in each other. She then continues her schemes into either fighting them herself or has them fight each other.

History:

Rida was born into a wealthy and influential family of fairies. She learned at an early age about how to be a lord/lady. Her time as a noble taught her how to get what she wanted through simple words. She constantly was spinning schemes of how to get rid of other nobles that stood in her families’ way.
Eventually she was called upon to become a scout for the light world’s army. She proved to be more than just an simple scout eventually as she has been seen to rarely ever use her weapon. Instead she used words to get the enemy to fight each other.
Recently she has been looking to cause more mischief and chaos among the races, though she often acts extremely innocent.

Extra

Rida has a pet pigeon named Steve.

Mozu

Dog form

Mozu Shinra

Child of:

Darkness

Nickname:

The Puppy

Age:

18

Gender:

Female

Sexuality:

Hetero

Relationship Status:

Single

Species:

Werewolf

Occupation

Adventurer

Likes:

Tennis Balls
Playing
Making others smile

Dislikes:

Loud Noises
Paper
Perfume

Fears:

Loud Noises

Weapon

Personality:
Mozu is one the happiest people you will ever meet. She lives to make others smile no matter who or what they are. She acts very similar to any dog and is often even too trusting. Something she loves to do though is to pretend to be a dog for as long as possible and play with them.

Mozu also has alot of energy and will often wear someone else out before she is done playing. She has recently started to collect odd trinkets, often items like crumpled up balls of paper.

History:

Mozu has grown up on a farm in the rural area of the darkness world. She grew up working as a sort of herding dog for her families main livestock which was sheep. She was surprisingly good ad it and would even try to play with the sheep from time to time. However she found that the sheep were not willing to play with her. Eventually she moved onto goats who were far more willing to play with her. Eventually she decided to set out as an adventurer in order to find new playmates.

During one of her first adventures in the dark world she discovered a young demon whom she was happy to play with. They were great friends until the demons parents seperated her from the child. It was believed to be because they were of different classes. With Rida being a lower class type of the child actually being a noble of sorts. Rida has since decided that she would sneak into the childs house to play with them. Eventually she became quite good at entering high security places. Though the childs whereabouts are currently unknown it is believed that the child tried to run away with Rida but was most likely caught by a vampire.

Extra

She has a pet Goat that follows her around. It's name is Henry.

[Monochromatic]

Re'Mane

Child of:

'Dark'

Nickname:

'Faceless'

Age:

Old, Very old.

Gender:

Male

Sexuality:

Unknown

Relationship Status:

Stalker Status.

Species:

Phantom

Occupation:

Ghostly Annoyance

Likes:

Humans
Animals
Bad Weather
Small Animal Skulls
Someone to have a Good conversation with

Dislikes:

Humans

Fears:

Being Touched
Any sharp object bigger than a common kitchen-knife _{EVEN THOUGH THEY CANT HURT HIM}

Weapon

The Stick

Despite seeming like a simple, crappy stick from a tree, it is actually much more. As a ghostly entity, Re'Mane is unable to carry an actual weapon with him. But this stick, in one fashion or another, is bound to him. Be it to his soul or the cause of why he is still around, he isn't sure. But he has this stick. Oddly enough, it phases in and out with him and most often he can make it appear while he himself is not present. It has been known to randomly appear places- tripping a few people, stabbing someones eye out, holding open a door. If anyone ever asks, though, it is merely a 'very fickle item that has outlived its time'. Sometimes, just sometimes, it will be coated in blood.

Personality:

There are two sides to Re'Mane and anyone who has known him for longer than twenty years has at least met one of them. The first side of the coin is very common and human-like. Friendly and talkative, a bit naive. But always courteous and understanding, not wanting to step over boundaries of others or cause any emotional harm. This side is a bit desperate for connection with others, even though it is only verbal and he cant really offer up much about himself, considering he cant remember most of it. So he tries his best to avoid things like that the best he can, but it doesn't always work out. While he might be very talkative and friendly, he can be quiet as well, though it is rare.

On the other side of the coin, Re'Mane is what people would expect of a Phantom. He is restless and doesn't talk much at all, but when he does it is vague and cryptic. Or it is downright cynical and abrasive. This side cares little for the living and even less for everything else. He does seem to find some amusement in watching humans or small, overly-cute animals, that is about it. Though, if you can get past the cynical and crypticness, this side of Re'Mane isn't so bad. He is a great listener, even if he isn't really paying attention. And at the least, if you haven't upset him somehow or proven yourself annoying, he will give you warning before you run into something or nearly trip. Maybe. He might actually laugh at getting to see someone get hurt while he was there.

History:

Re'Mane is a very old Phantom, ghost, apparition, whatever you want to call him. Old enough to the point that he really doesn't remember much about how things were before he became somebody of the dead. Occasionally he will get small flashes of memory about things long past or things more recent- its hard to tell considering he has an insanely crappy memory most of the time. But what he does recall is nothing good. Something about being beheaded, demons, and a stick. And to make it worse, the only thing he is 100% certain of is the stick.

Extra

If you are looking for a face, you won't find one with Re'Mane. For one reason another, even in death, he remains without a face or most of an upper body for the most part. Not that anyone would actually know that, considering 99% of the people he meets cannot touch him to knock his hood back or anything. Even in bright lights- there is nothing there to see! But thankfully he still appears to have hands, even though they are well hidden in the sleeves of his clothing.

[SouffleGirl123]

Carson James

Child of:

Light.... until the dark of night creeps in and the moon reveals itself

Nickname:

Age:

26

Gender:

male

Sexuality:

Hetreo

Relationship Status:

Single, he's not really looking though

Species:

Human-wolf hybrid thing

Occupation

Soldier for the light kingdom

Likes:

- Joking around with friend
- puzzles and mind games
- The occasional beer (however he doesn't drink enough tk get himself drunk)
- Random Acts of Kindness

Dislikes:

- Selfish and greedy people
- Those who fight the war for the sake of bloodshed and death
- Strong alcoholic drinks
- Silver, he has no idea why but if any traces of silver is close by he can sense it and he, for some unknown reason, becomes tense- almost as if he fears it. He's fine with the colour-just the metal serves problems

Fears:

Failing to save his friends and loved ones
- Funnily enough he fears wolves. It's not a phobia or anything but they make his knees knock.
- Drowning

Weapon

His sword is of very simple design and the blade is made of iron

Personality:
Carson, above all else, is loyal to his friends, family and the light side. He will do anything for those who possess his loyalty, hence his reason for willingly applying to fight among the king's men in the war. His loyalty, however, can make him blind. He is stubborn, when he has an idea or opinion in his head it's almost impossible to change his mind. He is, however, kind and generous. He would happily put his life on the line for friends or allies.

He is very intelligent and has a critical mind but he wouldn't dare speak half of what he thinks. When he's not on the battlefield Carson enjoys joking around with his friends but when he's in the warzone he is mature and abides with every rule.

However the upon the dark of night and the reveal of the moon. In his wolf form he seems to lose practicality everything he is to instinct and the thrill of the hunt. He has a cruel, sarcastic since of humour and will 'Play with his food'. He is cunning, quick-witted and merciless.

History:

In the darkened early hours of the morning a drunken human teenager wandered around the boarder of the land of light and the side of dark to be found by a young werewolf who was, indeed, not possessing an intelligent piece of mind.

The teenager did not remember the happenings of that drunken night but among her swelling stomach and morning sickness it was easy to guess.

It is said Carson's mother was a terrible one for a couple of years from his birth and his grandparents paid him more attention than young Emily James, however, that was a time Carson was too young to remember. HHe was only months shy of his 3rd year when his mother pulled herself together and moved on from stupid acts and made a life for herself

For as long as he'd remembered his mother was Carson's biggest inspiration. She took great care of him but never attempted to conceal the truth of her past with him but instead told him she stupid then.

The pair never possessed a rich life as Emily had made a living cleaning houses, however, the both loved each other dearly and Emily would often try to make up those forgotted abandoned years to Carson. She worked her fingers to the bone for the pair to barely pull through the week financially but she was always kind and loving and never raised her hand to her child.

Living from the last week's pay, and occasional assistance from Carson's grandparents, money was tight. Despite this though Carson had a rather carefree and enjoyable childhood. He had many friends and would make friends easily. Nothing too notable happened in his childhood of interest and he never showed any wolf-like signs.

At 23 Carson decided to enrol to join the King's army in the war between light and dark. He tries to leave as little casualties as possible and pledged to never purposely harm someone who hasn't signed up to participate in the war.

One day Carson was scanning the boarder of the light and dark sides. What he failed to notice was when he stepped into the dark side something clicked in his genetics and the werewolf part of him stirred inside; now he is forced to become a werewolf by night despite the night of a 'new moon'. Neither Carson in human or wolf form remember the happenings of the other form

Extra

[Gate Keeper]

Kelvin Adalhard

Kelvin Adalhard

Kelvin's Theme

Child of:

Dark

Nickname:

Wandering Soldier

Age:

?

Gender:

Male

Sexuality:

Heterosexual

Relationship Status:

Single

Species:

Phantom

Occupation

Guardian

Likes:

Children
Music
Ballroom Dancing
Humans
Werewolves
Vampires

Dislikes:

Violence
Angels
Demons
Shadows

Fears:

Watching humans die.
Death Screams
Necromancy
Passing on

Longsword

Longsword

Kelvin's Longsword is just as incorporeal as the rest of him, yet is his chosen focusing point for most of his magic.

Personality:
Kelvin was passionate in life, and an ardent defender of the light. He was kind, brave, willing to help- like every other typical man raised as a child of light. It was during the first war that he saw the other side of emotion, the anger and evil all sentient creatures could be capable of. It transformed him over time, making him cynical and brooding, despite his dedication towards defending the lives of those he loved.

His death matured Kelvin, forging him into what he considers his 'complete' self. He has his own theories as to the nature of light and dark, and has long since decided that this form suited himself more than his body ever did- a trade for knowledge. Kelvin is intensely curious of why the denizens of light and dark act as they do, and often can be found silently observing either. He tends towards kindness, but quickly turns cold at signs of hostility.

History:

Kelvin was born and raised with the frame of a dark child, but the heart of a light child. He was part of the initial retaliation of the Forces of Light, when the death of one of their own triggered the beginning of the wars. His memories of the time are distant and scattered, but mark what he considers the transition between innocence and understanding.

After his death, Kelvin first experienced the true feeling of hatred and betrayal, which for a long time drove him to the edge of sanity. He wandered as a being of nightmares and sorrow, until his mind finally began to settle. Part of this settling was an acceptance of his place in the world, and then the place of others. He slowly grew curious of why this change had come over himself, yet grateful. It was then that he first began to watch others, frustrated at his lack of ability to interact.

As the war continued over the ages, Kelvin grew to hate it. However, far from being a pacifist, he believes that Demons and Angels are to blame for the continued conflict. Kelvin has little empathy for those who choose to fight on either side, but will actively defend those who seek for peace.

Extra

Kelvin is fairly talented in Illusion and Dark magic due to ages of practice, but his control over Ice magic is erratic and tied to his emotions. He is unable to perform specific tasks with it, though observers can read his temperament by the temperature radiating from his spectre.

In the world of light, he passively cloaks himself in Illusion to appear the same as he did alive, however the illumination of magical fire exposes his true form, as does shadow.

*Kelvin can only last 24 hours at a time in the light world before disapearing forever.

[Karos]

Lady Livia

Child of: Darkness

Nickname: The Grey Lady, The Dread Seeker

Age: Long Forgotten

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Hetero

Relationship Status: Searching

Species: Wraith (subset of phantom)

Occupation: Advisor, Spy, Assassin

Likes:
Old Places
Tombs
Graveyards
Darkness
Moonlight
Shadows
Books
Treachery and plots
Death
Vengeance

Dislikes:
Sunlight
Music
Ignorance

Fears:
Destruction
Holy Symbols

Weapon: Wraith Blade

Wraith blades are ethereal weapons shifting in and out of existence as they slice through the air. Whilst they can't damage flesh in a conventional sense they strike at something much more important, a creatures soul or animus. A blow from a wraith blade scars and weakens this life force and if a blow is particularly wounding it will kill a creature outright. Wraith blades can be blocked by weapons and armour however, despite their ethereal nature, and can likewise block attacks from physical weapons. This happens because when the blade is used in an attack it shifts into a solid existent state in order to actually deliver damage or to block an attack.

Personality: Livia is generally a quiet person, she keeps to herself most of the time. Other than those she works for she is an enigma to all and that's how she likes it.

History: Once a promising warrior Livia was killed in battle many centuries ago. She was fighting atop a fortress wall when she was knocked clear off the wall and onto the pikes and spears of her comrades below.

Since then she has become a vengeful spirit of immense intelligence and considerable ability. She has sworn herself to the service of the Dark King in the hope of finding some purpose to her perpetual existence. When she isn't on assignment she can typically be found training the warriors and agents that serve the children of the Darkness. With centuries of military experience at her disposal she is a powerful adversary, especially when this is combined with her innate abilities. She often uses her magic to close with her target and then relies upon her incorporeal form to advance undaunted by the pitiful strikes of her enemy, before final delivering a single killing blow.

Extra
Her shadowy form is almost constantly shifting, at least on the outside. Whilst her flowing robes are constantly in flux she still possesses the beautiful visage she did in life. However, she keeps this hidden away so that she isn't reminded of what she once was.

Beneath her shifting robes

Her voice even when speaking loudly sounds like a sinister whisper, and her words seem to come from a chorus of whispering voices instead of one distinct place.

[Sarcelle Renard]

Asher

Child of

Darkness

Nickname:

“Tread carefully.” (Will respond to Prince and Asher, but not much else)

Age:

“Old enough to make you regret prying so much.” (27)

Gender:

“You’re not going to ask me to drop my drawers to check, are you?” (Male)

Sexuality:

“You’re joking, right?” (Heterosexual)

Relationship Status:

“Do I look like the type to waste time with such things?” (Single)

Species:

“You mean the big black wings don’t give it away?” (Demon)

Occupation:

"Oh you know, crown prince of darkness and all that." (Prince, warrior)

Likes:

-People with strength of character
-Confident individuals
-Those with a sharp wit
-Books

Dislikes:

-Sweet things (figurative and literal)
-Formalities
-Weak willed people
-Naivety
-Flattery

Fears:

-Failure
-Being tied down by others

Weapon

Balmung- A weapon that denotes Asher’s status as royalty. The blade has seen many battles long before it came into his possession and is known throughout both kingdoms. Asher personally thinks it looks downright ridiculous.

Personality:

As prince of the land of Darkness, Asher has long since known that he has an image to uphold and in many ways, he is almost the quintessential child of darkness. He is generally cold and calculating, keeping everybody around him at an arm’s length and then then telling them to take another step back. Most would describe him as curt, if not sardonic at the best of times, dismissive and hostile at the worst. This goes doubly so for those that try to suck up to him or merely say what they think he wants to hear.

The one person Asher relies on is himself, which has led to him being extremely independent and having an air of confidence that skirts all too dangerously with arrogance. Consequently, his problems are dealt with pragmatically and with little sentiment. But above all else, he values strength and cunning, as he believes using both in equal measure is the only way to make it far in this world.

Asher values people that are bluntly honest and willing to challenge him and his ideals, although this is a quality he finds to be in awfully short supply in the capital. For the few that have managed to get close to him, despite his best efforts, they will find an individual that is proud of his land and will do whatever he believes is necessary to better his people.

History:

To this day, Asher is still unsure of why the King of Darkness took him in after his parents died. It is impossible to say whether the old man took pity on the infant or merely believed that Asher would prove to be useful to him later on. Truth be told, the prince does not truly care which it was, because even though the king has never been the warmest father figure, he is still the only family he has ever known. Their relationship has always been a distant one, with Asher playing the role of the son always chasing after those brief moments where he caught his father looking at him with pride, even if they were few and far between.

Whether he is conscious of it or not, the effects of this dynamic can be traced throughout Asher’s past. It was the reason he studied hard and practiced harder. It was why he kept taking on more responsibilities and challenges as he grew up. And every time he caught that faint hint of surprise in his father’s eyes, it made him try all that much harder to be better. In time, it was his own successes that began to drive him forward. Each new spell he mastered, each new sword technique he learned, and every bruise he received taught him the value of hard work.

Childhood flew past him in a hurry, which left little time for friends or innocence. But Asher was fine with that and was well past ready to leave the capital, the place in which he had been confined to for the first 25 years of his life. And although he was still a toddler by most demons’ standards, the prince had long since been ready to see the world outside of those walls. This desire led him to the battlefield, where he quickly made a name for himself. But the war was never something Asher took joy in, as he fought more so as a duty he owed to the people that had bled for him. And after only two years of it, he has found the futility of it all exhausting.

Change, he realized, was exactly what the world was in desperate need of.

Extra

Although he does sport a pair of nifty wings, Asher does not find flying to be all that enjoyable. “It’s grossly overrated, really.”

Theme song

[Meiyuki]

Full Name:

Fleurian Martin

Nicknames:

"You're cute, you can call me Fleur."

Age:

"A century or so? Who's counting, I'm youthful in mind aren't I?"

Gender:

"The sweetest gender of course."

Female

Sexuality:

"There's the reason I call them the 'sweetest gender'."

Homosexual

Relationship Status:

Single

Species:

Faerie

Occupation:

"Do I really need one?"

Mercenary, she sells her services to who ever pays the most, she rarely accepts money though. Her parents left her with plenty of that. Her talents include hurling lightning and ice around to soften up foes and tending to wounds with Healing magic before 'getting intimate' with Hector. (for clairity Fleur is more of a Warmage with some combat training than a warrior with some magic. Hector is mostly for show and to save her some of her magical resources.)

Likes:

Cute things

Strong women

Nature in general

Gossip

Excitement

Dislikes:

Things that are too cute

Boring or unpleasant people

Eggplant

Half hearted people

Fears:

Fleur fears that her time will come before she meets someone who can truly capture her heart, not for a moment or a night, but for good. She also fears this war will have no end.

Hector

One part scythe, one part spear, and the head folds down making it one part battleaxe. She's named it Hector, which is also the name of her father

Personality:
Fleur is passionate for a faerie, which is to say she seems somewhat insane by human means. She charges into battle with eyes full of fury, then weeps for her fallen enemies and composes dirges in their honor. She speaks often of the war, which in her opinion is foolish. She doesn't really have a loyalty to a particular nation, although she tends to lean towards light. Instead her loyalties are a specific as her love, to individuals, not ideals or nations.

History:
Fleur was born to a noble house. Her parents were distant, but kind, they ensured that she never wanted for anything material. Beautiful she was often doted on by classmates and peers, never for anything other than her beauty or status however, children never look beyond such things. She's always wanted someone she can love, even if they don't love her back, she just wants to feel it to know she can.
Nowadays Fleur can be found at various camps near conflict zones, she's alway ready to lend a hand to whoever pays the most, but she never accepts money. She only accepts trinkets of sentimental value, and her talents are often worth it. She just needs to know how important something is, in a way that gold simply can't measure, before she kills. She rarely actually keeps these items, most often just returning it to her employer once the job is done.

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Aurora

Aurora Pierce

Two pair of wings

Child of: Light

Nickname: Aura

Age: 31

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Pansexual

Relationship Status:Single

Species: Fairy

Occupation: A solider of the Light

Likes:
• The Kingdom of Light
• Children of the Light
• The happiness of those around her
• Nature
• Music
• Peace
• Murdering Children of the Dark

Dislikes:
• The Kingdom of Darkness
• Children of the Dark
• Her own fears
• Sadness
• War

Fears:
• Losing her purpose
• The Fall of the Kingdom of Light.
• Darkness. Not the people, not the kingdom. Darkness itself.

Weapon

Two small silver hand axes that she uses for short ranged combat. They are holstered onto her sides within leather loops when not in use.

Personality:
Most of the time, she's a typical Happy-go-lucky girl, walking around with pep in her step and interacting with others with an exuberant attitude. Always willing to lend a helping hand, but she does get a little too overbearing if she stays around you for too long. Even when she's on duty, her sunny personality still shines, but she can get serious if the situation calls for it.

When it comes to the Kingdom of Darkness, Aurora has a nearly visible hatred of it. She sees them as the reason for all of the conflict, and will do anything it takes to end their evil. She actually enjoys fighting them, and will actively seek out vassals of the Kingdom of Darkness to kill them on the spot. If she ever fights with one of their soldiers, she will always aim to kill. She has never taken a prisoner within her whole career, and it's gonna stay that way.

History:
Aurora lived in a small village not too far from the border of the kingdom, along with her two older sisters, father and mother. She wasnt as outgoing as she is now, actually being quite timid in the shadow of her older sisters. Her family loved her, and she them. The war had already started, but her family believed that the fighting would stay on the Kingdom of Darkness' side. How could the Light possibly lose to Darkness? She never really thought of life on her own, as she believed that her family would last forever. Until her life changed within a fortnight.

Somehow, some way, a vampire had gotten over the boundry and made their way to her village within the cover of night. The vampire burst into the faries' home, killing the family members one after the other and drinking their blood. Aurora was the last one alive, and got a lucky hit with a broken wooden stake lying on the floor of the bloodied home. The vampire fled, tending to their wounds, and leaving Aurora without family, nor purpose.

Even in the wake of this tragedy, Aurora persevered out of sheer self-preservation, keeping herself collected and sane through sheer willpower, and joined the Kingdom of Light's military. She quickly lost much of her timidity within the Corps, and slowly but surely recovered from the incident. All enemies of the Light fell before her blades, and she became imfamous throughout the Corps, even as one of the lower ranking members. She still remembers the vampire's face, and vowed to find and kill them when she saw them again.

Extra
• Aura has a really bad habit of sleeping in, waking up late and never getting to events on time.
• Is apart of Rida Miloth's company, annoying the older fairy to no end.
• When it comes to Phantoms, they are the only Children of the Dark that she will act normally with. She cannot hurt them, and they normally can't hurt her. Plus, they ARE the souls of those that died prematurely, so she feels sort of sympathetic toward them.
*New!*
•After a near death experience by the hands of the wraith, Livia, Aurora is now able to touch Phantoms.

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