Daemanis

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Yup, Zephyr is kinda different though lol

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"I-I mean, my apartment is gonna be f-fine. I-I mean, they'll probably need to r-repair it, so.... Y-Yeah,"

Cienna knew that the apartment could be repaired of course, she hadn’t destroyed the building just damaged it, but as her powers hit Julies apartment the hardest it looked like a bomb had gone off inside so the repairs would need to happen before anyone could live there, or so she had felt. She could hear the sounds of Julie moving, maybe getting more comfortable than she was, even having her wings folded down she felt the air showing that Julie had made a move to get marginally closer to her.

"W-why are you c-crying?"

As she heard this difficult question she felt Julies fingers touching hers and would lean forward encasing her hand with her own squeezing lightly.
”It’s difficult to say.” She says as she turns her wrist to reveal what she thought would be Erins name, which in actual fact would show Julies name again with Erins name faded just below. ”I spoke to her.” she would say softly looking down ”She told… she told me your story, and I’m scared. she would admit as she listened for Julies reaction. Would she be angry at her, or would she want to run away again.

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Cienna would tilt her head hearing Erin say to stay safe, the next thing she knew she couldn’t feel Erin’s presence anywhere near her, like she had vanished now. However, she became keenly aware of another presence pulling on her. ‘Julie!’ she thought tilting her head listening to any tell-tale sounds that would reveal that she was awake. Her breathing while steady showed all the hallmarks of someone waking.

"Ci-"

Julie made a kind of squeaking sound to Ciennas ears, ‘was that supposed to be an attempt at my name?’ she pondered as she sat on her feet still, the pain in her feet had been numbed until now where it had just started to rear its ugly head again.
"W-What are you doing here?"

"Are you okay?"

Honestly Cienna had a hard time even thinking how to answer that question. Why she was here was simple she wanted to apologize, she wanted to make sure that Julie was fine, and not to say the least she wanted to be with Julie more. How to word these thoughts she was trying to process her chaotic thoughts and feelings.

‘no I’m not ok.’ She thought to herself her hand moving to cover her tattoo, she was hurting because she knew that Julie and Erin were hurting. Tears again falling from her eyes she let her head drop she wanted to break down and cry. She took a deep shaky breath trying to steady herself again she would look up at Julie spreading her wings and lifting up of the ground and moving to the seat she had originally taken up before she spoke with Erin.

She would hold up the book that appeared blank to the eyes though a close inspection would reveal the cover like all the pages had small patterned, raised dots. She had used the book as an excuse to come back to spend time with Julie. It now served as an excuse to let her re-order her thoughts.
There was also the promise she made to Erin she had to find the right way to tell Julie without upsetting her, and to try and stop their pain.

”I…. I…. I….” she shook her head again her emotions were threatening to take control so she bit her bottom lip hard, her fangs piercing her lip before she spoke again “I, wanted to apologize, I wanted to make sure you were…” she stopped as tears fell from her eyes again, she couldn’t bring herself to even imply that Julie needed to be watched.
”your home… was destroyed…” her voice would sound almost desperate in its sorrow. ”you…. Do you… doyouwanttostaywithme?” again she almost vomited the words at Julie instead of actually speaking.

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"C-Cienna. You're a good, good fairy. It's not your fault t-that Julie is this way. But p-please, please promise me something."
"T-Tell her, remind her, about all those years ago. S-She may not believe you, but press on. Please."
Cienna wasn’t sure ow to respond to this, she wanted to shake her head and deny the thought that she could possibly be anything but evil, she had caused pain to everyone after all that was the path she walked. Darkness was her choice to gain command over the wind to not be a burden to all those she cared for she had no choice, but here and now, this demon, she was calling her good. She wanted so very much to do something, anything to show this demon that she appreciated it.
Her request was not a simple one Cienna knew this but she also knew if they were to ever be truly happy she would have to somehow bring up this subject. She had the ability to share her past experiences but they were always in her own senses. Meaning that what she heard, felt, and tasted. Others, save for those who often flew on wings, could understand her wind sense so that would simply be white noise to her brain.
”I will…” she said the words coming to her mouth without the bidden thought to do so. She knew in that moment that she would, no matter what she had to do, she would sacrifice anything to make Julie and Erin happy again. ‘Like two sides of the one coin, what one felt surely had to effect the other’ she thought. ”if you two are happy… she would pause taking a breath ”that’s all that matters. she would add this as she squeezes Erin’s hands tightly. She would try to smile as sweetly as she could for Erin, the effect of which most likely being comical to anyone else as the smile would reveal her fangs and be somewhat awkward. She had never been good at hiding her emotions behind falsified emotions. She could however normally remain passive looking but the tears on her cheeks belied that too.
”The worst part of being a fairy. Is that I will always be evil.” she spoke this line softly in fae as if talking to herself. She deserved to be punished and she knew it and then a thought occurred to her ”uhm you don’t have a home to go to anymore… seeing.. as how… I…yeah...” she said looking down unsure of how to proceed with her line of thoughts past what she had said “Do… do… doyouwanttocomelivewithme??” the sentence was mixed English and fae and barely legible even to herself as she blushed heavily.

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oh, now this i want to see, I hate to see what happens when you try! rofl

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"How about visiting other monsters? I didn't have many opportunity to do so back when I was living in the mountains."

Elizabeth didn’t see this as a problem however she didn’t know anyone else that would be undertaking the host family role yet, though she was certain she could find others. She was thinking of the different methods of finding out about different events for the Demi-humans to get to know other demi-human species and maybe for her to make some new friends too.

"How about you? Where do want to go?"

So Azael was the type to think of what others wanted as well, she would take note of this, it was an admirable trait to have and she wouldn’t be able to help but smile at this.

"Thank you for your understanding. I shall make sure to keep to myself as well as I could whenever that occurred."

She would smile at Ragna with a gentle nod, “Please don’t feel like you can’t come to me no matter what, I am here to help you with your stay, remember that.” While she was answering Ragna with this line she made sure to address Azael with it as well.

"Personally, I am more interested in looking at the places where humans gather. But I could go with your suggestion,"

An idea would occur to her hearing this from Ragna, “Well there is a big fair that is starting tomorrow, which I’m certain that both a lot of humans and Demi-humans will want to attend..” she would say as she looked around seeing the agents car disappearing into the throng of vehicles it would remind her that they were still standing out the front of her house.
”but first I guess I should give you the grand tour. she would laugh turning and walking to her door, opening it and waiting for them to enter. The inside of the door would lead to a massive hallway which seemed to split into multiple paths from there. She had just decided that it might be better to let them chose their rooms, all the rooms on the second floor were designed with humanoids in mind where as some of the others on the ground floor was more designed for demi-humans that weren’t so human like.

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The Runes (In Need of Players!)

Full Name:
Silvarae Ailissa Kaizen

Nicknames/Aliases:
Zero

Age:
25

Gender:
Female

Rune/Location
Rune-Algiz
Location – Back of Left hand

Rune Powers:
Shields, the ability to shield oneself or another.

Description:
Silvarae is considered to be of average size and build when compared to others of her age, standing in at approximately 5’6 and weighing in at 65kilograms. She is quick on her feet and extremely agile. Her eyes are a steel blue and she has long blonde hair that she keeps pulled back in a ponytail. She has the appearance of a woman that could blend into a crowed should she desire it, or stand out in that same token.
A smile rarely crosses her face though some have noted that in the heat of battle she wears a facsimile of a smile while her eyes shine with the purity of her hatred and blood lust. She is often seen wearing a form fitting body suit. While she is not preparing to battle or training she may be seen wearing a long shirt as her only clothing, the color of the shirt never matters seemingly to be chosen completely at random.
She carries herself with an air of superiority as if she knows she is better than most and thus she appears to most people to be unapproachable or indifferent. She keeps herself impassive to those around her and this shows not only on her face and it’s lack of emotions but in her body language as well.

Personality:
Quiet and withdrawn Silvarae prefers to keep her own company to that of others, she appears to believe that most others are inferior to her and so to spend time with them would be to lower herself. She rarely speaks to others, however when she does it’s usually to bark an order or something. Most of her time is spent in combat training, even when given spare time she spends that in the training room pushing herself to greater heights.
The official stance on Silvarae Ailissa Kaizen is that she suffers from a severe inferiority complex and so lashes out at anyone who could possibly get close to her and is putting up an air of superiority as a way of guarding against the crippling feelings of inferiority she suffers. Due to this she is driven to prove herself more so than any others. She has been described as reckless if it means achieving her own goals, once having trained for 3 days straight without taking a break because someone had managed to achieve a goal that she had not been able to prior.

Skills:
Silvarae is trained in many forms of hand to hand combat along with numerous forms of weapons.
Her main skills lay with in her agility and dexterity, she closes the distance between her and her enemies and uses a close combat style developed with a berserker in mind. She favours one of two different weapons for this,
Fenrirs Fangs; A pair of Daggers honed to within microns of an edge making them one of the sharpest pair of blades on the planet. The blades carry runic inscriptions along their lengths which read “The Bite Shall Rival the roar!” When she is surrounded and alone she will often resort to these short-ranged weapons in a hurricane fighting style.
Jormungandr; A two handed bastard sword which she will use if she requires something that hits a little harder in close combat. She has learned to use this in a defensive stance, and is used more when she has someone she has to protect.
Artemis; A high powered sniper rifle, .50 cal, this is used very rarely as it is counter intuitive to her chosen fighting styles and the profession she was trained in. Not very good with it.
Valhala; A small calibre SMG, this weapon only comes out if she is unable to use Ferirs Fangs or Jormungandr in battle. A kind of last resort capable of spreading bullets quickly if not terribly powerful. she uses it more as spray and pray than with any real skill.
Barrier; her rune ability to create shields of variable sizes, their strength wains as they grow bigger.

Weaknesses:
Emotional attack; her insecurities and Inferiority complex leave her open, and vulnerable to any emotional type attack on her,
Close Combat fighter; She must be in close combat to fight her targets, even owning the Artemis she finds it very difficult and disturbing to use it.
Isolation; she keeps herself isolated from others not truly forming bonds and thus when she fights alone instead of fighting beside others.
Berserker Rage; While fighting she loses track of friend and foe, any that stand before her as a threat will be targeted.

Brief History:
Being born into a family of overzealous mercenaries Silvarae had to learn from a very young age how to fight and defend herself or die trying. Her father taught her the necessary skills of fighting and honed them to a fine edge. However, he always told her she was not good enough, using his own impressive feats as a scale to belittle her. Her young age lead to her believing that nothing she could ever do would dwarf that of her father, and that everyone else was better off than she was. She slowly developed a strong dislike for others whom she would never be able to catch up to.
On the day, she turned 11 she fought against her first ever Warg, Her family had captured it with much skill and risk to test everything she had learned in what would be her first ever live combat. For the battle, she was given the choice of one weapon to take with her, being small and agile she chose to take a dagger, to an adult the weapon would have been little more than a letter opener.
The time had come and she faced off against a hungry and tormented Warg, that wanted nothing more than to sink it’s fangs into her neck. The warg charged at her, and with movements as fluid as water she would move, if others hadn’t watched they would not have believed how fast it was. Her eyes at this age already dull looking out at a world with the view of a jaded adult, were alight with fire. As the beast leaped to take down it’s pray her subtle movement placing her to the inside of the beast and the dagger quickly biting into the chest of it.
A Growl and then nothing as the Warg hit the ground dead, she would look up to her father with the blood of the strike still covering her hand. A smile, one that any other might have said was disturbing on her face, the first life she had taken and it empowered her. It gave her training, her very existence in her mind a reason for being. She brought the hand to her lips that was covered in blood and licked it, ‘still warm’ the only words that went through her mind as she tasted the coppery essence that rand down her hand.
Witnessing this her father began to hire her out to people who required escorts out of the city or even to hunt down wargs that had found their way into town. Her graduation gift for passing all her training was the pair of daggers which would become known as Fenrir’s fangs. Becoming known as such thanks to the savagery with which their master fought.
Many years passed with her running these hired jobs and she had never lost a single person to an attack. She garnered herself the title of Zero, meaning no one dies under her guard. She would become brusque and quiet. Seeming to stare down at people because of her talent.
That is until she was discovered by the institution for her unique skill which had been granted to her not too long ago.
Other:
Her Discovery:
The night was young and the group she had been hired to escort seemed to be a group of businessmen that were heading out of town for a week or so, nothing unusual about that in and of itself. What was though was the location they were heading to, she had heard reports of heavy Warg activity, and rumours of other monsters that lurk in the shadows. She mentioned that it was a bad place to go but they were adamant on their location and her father had already received payment for this mission. She informed them that they will do exactly as she says when she says, or else they will die.
They travelled the two days to the location which passed with little to no incidents, a couple of stray wargs which were terminated with haste. Arriving they set up camp and she set about securing a perimeter. Spell slingers may have helped in this however they only had her to guard them so she set trip wires and the likes around.
It was midnight on the first night at camp when they heard the first signs of something being up. A solitary Warg howl breaking the otherwise serene silence of the night. Silvarae was up and preparing for anything at the first notes of the sombre tone when she heard a second howl from the south, her mind checking quickly the first had come from the north. Moments later a third joined in from the east. The party of men became nervous and began to chatter about heading to the west to try escape the danger of three different Wargs.
Silvarae told the not to move at all, she knew what this meant, the hunting wargs were trying to channel them into a location where no doubt their pack would be waiting. A trap, she pulled out the Bastard Sword, Jormungandr and lowered herself into a combat position north of the men as she closed her eyes and listened. A slight jingle of a bell to the west, she was right, something had tripped her wire in that direction.
An Alpha Warg stepped into the light from the shadows it’s eyes glowing red and saliva dripping from it’s up curled lips, as if annoyed with the Humans who dared to stay put instead of running dead into their trap. It charged at the group growling as it did and jumping at them. Silvarae acting with a precision long since practiced caught the beast with her bastard sword flicking it back.
A fierce battle would ensue between her and this alpha predator as she caught it’s attack with Jormungandr and parried them throwing the beast off balance several times and tacking any attack of opportunity. It wasn’t until she heard another bell to the east jingle that she switched to the Fenrir’s Fangs daggers dropping her sword. She would dispatch the new comer as he attempted to leap onto her with a backwards swipe of the dagger while the alpha stood back avoiding the worst of her attack.
Three more Wargs would approach from the shadows in attempt to surround her, they seemed to ignore the men for now as they were less of a concern and easy to kill at their leisure. The combined attacks against her were beginning to wear down her Defences with the daggers and the hurricane fighting style had its own drawbacks in that if it were to become prolonged as the Wargs were making it, she would become dizzy.
When the Wargs sensed weakness they launched in for a killing blow, at this moment she took a deep breath and readied herself for the inevitability of death, crossing the daggers to at least take down the alpha something happened. A flash of light on the back of her left hand and a rune appeared there, the daggers bit into the alpha however a barrier of force appeared around her blocking the other two from harming her. As the Alpha fell to the ground drawing his last breath the other wargs fled. The rest of the trip went with little incident, though the rune on her hand she did not recognize she did learn that it gave her the ability to produce a barrier like shield.

The Runes (In Need of Players!)

Full Name:
Silvarae Ailissa Kaizen

Nicknames/Aliases:
Zero

Age:
25

Gender:
Female

Rune/Location
Rune-Algiz
Location – Back of Left hand

Rune Powers:
Shields, the ability to shield oneself or another.

Description:
Silvarae is considered to be of average size and build when compared to others of her age, standing in at approximately 5’6 and weighing in at 65kilograms. She is quick on her feet and extremely agile. Her eyes are a steel blue and she has long blonde hair that she keeps pulled back in a ponytail. She has the appearance of a woman that could blend into a crowed should she desire it, or stand out in that same token.
A smile rarely crosses her face though some have noted that in the heat of battle she wears a facsimile of a smile while her eyes shine with the purity of her hatred and blood lust. She is often seen wearing a form fitting body suit. While she is not preparing to battle or training she may be seen wearing a long shirt as her only clothing, the color of the shirt never matters seemingly to be chosen completely at random.
She carries herself with an air of superiority as if she knows she is better than most and thus she appears to most people to be unapproachable or indifferent. She keeps herself impassive to those around her and this shows not only on her face and it’s lack of emotions but in her body language as well.

Personality:
Quiet and withdrawn Silvarae prefers to keep her own company to that of others, she appears to believe that most others are inferior to her and so to spend time with them would be to lower herself. She rarely speaks to others, however when she does it’s usually to bark an order or something. Most of her time is spent in combat training, even when given spare time she spends that in the training room pushing herself to greater heights.
The official stance on Silvarae Ailissa Kaizen is that she suffers from a severe inferiority complex and so lashes out at anyone who could possibly get close to her and is putting up an air of superiority as a way of guarding against the crippling feelings of inferiority she suffers. Due to this she is driven to prove herself more so than any others. She has been described as reckless if it means achieving her own goals, once having trained for 3 days straight without taking a break because someone had managed to achieve a goal that she had not been able to prior.

Skills:
Silvarae is trained in many forms of hand to hand combat along with numerous forms of weapons.
Her main skills lay with in her agility and dexterity, she closes the distance between her and her enemies and uses a close combat style developed with a berserker in mind. She favours one of two different weapons for this,
Fenrirs Fangs; A pair of Daggers honed to within microns of an edge making them one of the sharpest pair of blades on the planet. The blades carry runic inscriptions along their lengths which read “The Bite Shall Rival the roar!” When she is surrounded and alone she will often resort to these short-ranged weapons in a hurricane fighting style.
Jormungandr; A two handed bastard sword which she will use if she requires something that hits a little harder in close combat. She has learned to use this in a defensive stance, and is used more when she has someone she has to protect.
Artemis; A high powered sniper rifle, .50 cal, this is used very rarely as it is counter intuitive to her chosen fighting styles and the profession she was trained in. She has mastered it’s usage however thanks to many years spent learning the weapon and its usages.
Valhala; A small calibre SMG, this weapon only comes out if she is unable to use Ferirs Fangs or Jormungandr in battle. A kind of last resort capable of spreading bullets quickly if not terribly powerful.
Barrier; her rune ability to create shields

Weaknesses:
Emotional attack; her insecurities and Inferiority complex leave her open, and vulnerable to any emotional type attack on her,
Close Combat fighter; She must be in close combat to fight her targets, even owning the Artemis she finds it very difficult and disturbing to use it.
Isolation; she keeps herself isolated from others not truly forming bonds and thus when she fights alone instead of fighting beside others.
Berserker Rage; While fighting she loses track of friend and foe, any that stand before her as a threat will be targeted.

Brief History:
Being born into a family of overzealous mercenaries Silvarae had to learn from a very young age how to fight and defend herself or die trying. Her father taught her the necessary skills of fighting and honed them to a fine edge. However, he always told her she was not good enough, using his own impressive feats as a scale to belittle her. Her young age lead to her believing that nothing she could ever do would dwarf that of her father, and that everyone else was better off than she was. She slowly developed a strong dislike for others whom she would never be able to catch up to.
On the day, she turned 11 she fought against her first ever Warg, Her family had captured it with much skill and risk to test everything she had learned in what would be her first ever live combat. For the battle, she was given the choice of one weapon to take with her, being small and agile she chose to take a dagger, to an adult the weapon would have been little more than a letter opener.
The time had come and she faced off against a hungry and tormented Warg, that wanted nothing more than to sink it’s fangs into her neck. The warg charged at her, and with movements as fluid as water she would move, if others hadn’t watched they would not have believed how fast it was. Her eyes at this age already dull looking out at a world with the view of a jaded adult, were alight with fire. As the beast leaped to take down it’s pray her subtle movement placing her to the inside of the beast and the dagger quickly biting into the chest of it.
A Growl and then nothing as the Warg hit the ground dead, she would look up to her father with the blood of the strike still covering her hand. A smile, one that any other might have said was disturbing on her face, the first life she had taken and it empowered her. It gave her training, her very existence in her mind a reason for being. She brought the hand to her lips that was covered in blood and licked it, ‘still warm’ the only words that went through her mind as she tasted the coppery essence that rand down her hand.
Witnessing this her father began to hire her out to people who required escorts out of the city or even to hunt down wargs that had found their way into town. Her graduation gift for passing all her training was the pair of daggers which would become known as Fenrir’s fangs. Becoming known as such thanks to the savagery with which their master fought.
Many years passed with her running these hired jobs and she had never lost a single person to an attack. She garnered herself the title of Zero, meaning no one dies under her guard. She would become brusque and quiet. Seeming to stare down at people because of her talent.
That is until she was discovered by the institution for her unique skill which had been granted to her not too long ago.
Other:
Her Discovery:
The night was young and the group she had been hired to escort seemed to be a group of businessmen that were heading out of town for a week or so, nothing unusual about that in and of itself. What was though was the location they were heading to, she had heard reports of heavy Warg activity, and rumours of other monsters that lurk in the shadows. She mentioned that it was a bad place to go but they were adamant on their location and her father had already received payment for this mission. She informed them that they will do exactly as she says when she says, or else they will die.
They travelled the two days to the location which passed with little to no incidents, a couple of stray wargs which were terminated with haste. Arriving they set up camp and she set about securing a perimeter. Spell slingers may have helped in this however they only had her to guard them so she set trip wires and the likes around.
It was midnight on the first night at camp when they heard the first signs of something being up. A solitary Warg howl breaking the otherwise serene silence of the night. Silvarae was up and preparing for anything at the first notes of the sombre tone when she heard a second howl from the south, her mind checking quickly the first had come from the north. Moments later a third joined in from the east. The party of men became nervous and began to chatter about heading to the west to try escape the danger of three different Wargs.
Silvarae told the not to move at all, she knew what this meant, the hunting wargs were trying to channel them into a location where no doubt their pack would be waiting. A trap, she pulled out the Bastard Sword, Jormungandr and lowered herself into a combat position north of the men as she closed her eyes and listened. A slight jingle of a bell to the west, she was right, something had tripped her wire in that direction.
An Alpha Warg stepped into the light from the shadows it’s eyes glowing red and saliva dripping from it’s up curled lips, as if annoyed with the Humans who dared to stay put instead of running dead into their trap. It charged at the group growling as it did and jumping at them. Silvarae acting with a precision long since practiced caught the beast with her bastard sword flicking it back.
A fierce battle would ensue between her and this alpha predator as she caught it’s attack with Jormungandr and parried them throwing the beast off balance several times and tacking any attack of opportunity. It wasn’t until she heard another bell to the east jingle that she switched to the Fenrir’s Fangs daggers dropping her sword. She would dispatch the new comer as he attempted to leap onto her with a backwards swipe of the dagger while the alpha stood back avoiding the worst of her attack.
Three more Wargs would approach from the shadows in attempt to surround her, they seemed to ignore the men for now as they were less of a concern and easy to kill at their leisure. The combined attacks against her were beginning to wear down her Defences with the daggers and the hurricane fighting style had its own drawbacks in that if it were to become prolonged as the Wargs were making it, she would become dizzy.
When the Wargs sensed weakness they launched in for a killing blow, at this moment she took a deep breath and readied herself for the inevitability of death, crossing the daggers to at least take down the alpha something happened. A flash of light on the back of her left hand and a rune appeared there, the daggers bit into the alpha however a barrier of force appeared around her blocking the other two from harming her. As the Alpha fell to the ground drawing his last breath the other wargs fled. The rest of the trip went with little incident, though the rune on her hand she did not recognize she did learn that it gave her the ability to produce a barrier like shield.