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All of my characters will be listed here and if they are available for current use or not. This will be used to help me as well as other members locate any characters they may want to meet. The format will be the character's name, if they're open or closed and current and past threads underneath. 
Some may not be available now, but that doesn't mean they wont' be later. So keep your eyes peeled! You never know when someone may open up.


<h2>Andromeda.</h2> Open/Closed
<a href="http://www.antarsia-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=895">The Point of A Pen is but  a Sword</a>  Current/Old 
Currently Roma is trying to find something to do in her spare time. Will she join this new group she has found or return safely back to her castle life.


<a href="http://www.antarsia-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=465">A Place Sound Cannot Reach </a>  Current/Old 
In this thread Roma told a young oracle not to investigate a shrine. Against the older dragon's judgement, the child took off. The result of this remains to be seen.

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Hello, all! I'm Calliope - most people shorten that to Cal, though there are a few who use Callie.
I'm in the Eastern Standard Time area, for reference to when I'll be on.
I take spelling, punctuation, and grammar (SPaG) very seriously. Please don't be offended if I ever correct you for any reason - it's both a habit I can't and won't break and not meant maliciously.

Aside from that... I go by female pronouns, and I think that's all the rest that bears mention here. Cheers, all!

Thread Status: closed

Players involved: Ren, Achera

Characters involved: COMING

Setting: Estosa City

Time: Ganthor 45th, early morning


Estosa was just starting to awake. A lady was standing outside with a switch batting at an old rug trying to in vain get all the dirt out of it. The dirt had been long ingrained in the very fibers. She swatted at it as a rooster cawed near by greeting the sun, as a near by man tried to catch it. It was going to be today's meal. It had been raised since a chick and now it was too feed the family. Life in the town was mostly the same from day to day. It was interesting, but for the most part it was steady. A town that hated magic, shunned it, even feared it and those that brought it. It was uncommon to see someone new here.

Maybe that was why when a tall elven looking man entered the streets, the man stopped and looked at him. His expression growing dark and backing away muttering swears under his breath. A few were "Tree hugger." "Magic Freak" "Take your filthily blood else where." The woman, however, didn't notice as the man walked pasted her. It was his swearing that caused her to stop and look up. She saw what he saw and her expression turned sour as she grabbed her rug and took it back inside. Not sparing another glance at him. It was clear the whole town would be made aware of him soon enough.

The newcomer just rolled his eyes. This town did not disappoint him for what he had heard of it at least. They were so against outsiders, it was no wonder that they barely had people come to this town. Humans were just so closed minded at time. He sighed and walked down the street. Where could he get a good drink here. His travels had been long.

<b>Thread Status:</b> Closed
<b>Players involved:</b> Immortal Cyan, Khamnin, Bamboozle
<b>Characters involved:</b> Fairfax and Eathelin played by Bamboozle, Valeria played by Immortal Cyan, Augura and Vadima Narshara played by Khamnin
<b>Setting:</b> Southern Ocean
<b>Time:</b> Current
<b>Weather:</b> Clear

Augura stood in her now-empty Captain's Quarters, which was emptied when she ordered the routine cleaning. As she took a breath in the emptiness - she looked over at a picture of her parents which she hung on the wall, and slithered over to the portait slowly, tears forming in her eyes. Suddenly, a bluish ghostly figure appeared behind her, which made the area around Augura drop in temperature. The figure was in the shape of a Minotaur, with ragged clothing, and a broken horn. "Your parents were good people." He said simply looking at the tearful Augura. Augura closed her eyes tightly, wiping away the soon-to-be tears. "No, they were not. They were awful people, Bareiu. Don't you understand that after all this time? They destroyed lives, towns, entire families........" She said, stopping for a moment. "But they were still my parents." She finished, running her figures over the edge of the picture frame, then turning around to face the ghostly minotaur. "You have taught me so much more than them- you have been more of a father figure than my actual dad ever was....and your a ghost!" She said, getting louder at the end. Bareiu closed his ghostly eyes, nodding slightly. "Calm child, I know you are frustrated at not finding out what happened to them.......but when the gods will it, we will find them, and the ship." He said soothingly, which calmed Augura down.

"It will only get harder though....with the recent happenings...some people are panicking, and the rebellious Queen in the elven woodlands stops our operations there. People will have even less tolerance for us, which will make our job harder than it already is." She said, sounding worried."And....and we just can't get caught in the middle of these skirmishes and arguments. We all will end up in the ocean or jail... She said, twirling herself around to the back of the room, where hung a map of the known World. Augura approached it, walking straight through Bareiu, and looked back at him then the map as he walked closer to it. She waited for any guidance from the ghost, but he simply nodded. The map was filled with different shades, indicating different factions. Augura waited a moment then touched the map, south of West Sleibte there were usually cargo ships filled with gold and other resources....they would go there.

"Bareiu!"Called Vadima from the deck of the ship, "I must be going." Bareiu said, vanishing into air. Augura nodded to herself, then started slithering out of the door and up to the wheel of the ship, where she was able to see everything- the ship, the town, everything. "It is something amazing we have created." She said to herself peacefully.

Augura slid her right hand over the wheel that steered their magnificent ship. It was elegantly carved, made of the wondrous white birch wood. She peered over at their little haven, small town, whatever people like to call it. She could see a little hatchling dragon playing with a young siren boy...they were most likely Orphans now, with all but a handfull of adults left, it left her and the survivors to care for the Haven- and the Orphans. They were the few children they had around, they were practically her own kids. They were all a huge family- they would die for each-other. Some were newer than others. Yet a few years was a long time, some have been here since she was born. As far as Augura knew, she fit in nicely, or at least that was what she thought through observations. She peered on the deck below, where a worker gave her a thumbs up and she nodded. "We are ready to go, let's make sure everyone is aboard. We will need practically everyone, we are short on men." She said, holding on to the wheel, ready to go whenever everything had been checked. Vadima and Bareiu were still chatting up a storm below, while about a dozen pirates boarded- included a young human teenager.

Later...

"Board the ship! Grab everything you can!" She yelled before climbing onto the side of the ship and jumping over the water several feet to the other vessel. She barely made it, but climbed on board. Her crew began to board as well, and started to instantly fight the enemy crew. Augura herself was pulling her spear out of a thinly built elf, then swung her spear around to knock a stout dwarf over the ship. The ship had way too many crewmen for them to kill- they'd need to get the stuff and escape. "Block the entrance to below decks!" She hollered to her crew. She soon slithered her way to the door and opened it, where a human burst out and maneuvered to stab her just as a burst of green energy hit him and he fell down, dead. Augura looked over to her ship and saw Vadima, and nodded in gratitude. 

Then she began her way down the steps to see what the ship held. But instead of the riches she hoped....there were four Kelahati. She moved curiously towards their cages.

One of the Kelathi in the cage was a diminutive, singapura-cat woman. Her brown hair was cut short, with one side covering her right eye. The woman had her tail laying to her side, which shifted from a light tan shade at the base to a dark brown color at the tip. Her expression was neutral, yet restless. As she listened to the chaos going on in the upper decks, she wondered whether her captors were engaging a rescue party or the harbingers of a more gruesome fate. She suddenly felt naked without her massive ring blade or kunai with her in the midst of so much fighting. Her weapons and old clothes were in a chest next to the door. They were close, but far out of reach when trapped in a cage which prevented her from escaping even if she did shift to her diminutive singapura cat form.

It was then that she noticed a womanly, snake-like figure enter the lower decks, moving around the corpse of the human who had been their gaoler.

She met the eyes of the snakewoman, her expression curious, yet cautious at the same time. However, the cat girl decided to remain silent, opting to let her senior master do the talking in the next cage over.

"What are those sounds, Fax?"

"Hush, Linnie."

"Fax." Eathelin paused. "I'm scared." She looked at him through the close-set bars of the cage, her blue eyes glassy with unshed tears. Fairfax swallowed hard, trying to ignore the lump of pain in his throat. Reaching a few fingers through, he tried unsuccessfully to touch her, giving up a moment later with a violent shove against the metal netting.

"Fax?" Eathelin repeated. When he did not answer, she let her head fall forward, furtively brushing the back of her hand against her eyes. Anger, hot and sharp, pierced her throat and ran in boiling little rivulets down to her stomach. She drew her knees up to her chest and tried to ignore the feeling.

How long had it been since the farm? She didn't know. There had been long days of darkness, an awful-smelling rag and worse food. Fairfax had always been near and sometimes he had even been allowed to hold her, when the space was big enough and they could sense the presence of others like them. But then, one by one, those others, nameless and voiceless, had vanished, until it was just them.

And then the ship.

Misery jumped so quickly through her breast that Eathelin thought she was going to throw up. Instead, she gave a strangled little cough, and tried harder to hide the tears that were now rapidly falling from her chin. Beside her, she sensed Fairfax stirring again, no doubt aware of her weeping, though she fought to keep it silent. All the battle was lost, however, when the door to the cargo hold burst open and a strange figure stood silhouetted in the light. Even the other prisoners were shocked into silence.

"Let us out!" Fairfax suddenly yelled, and Eathelin flinched. The lion kelahati threw himself against the front of his cage, his claws hooking through though the bars. "Let us out and we'll fight!"

But you don't know how to fight, Eathelin thought in confusion. Still, a tiny ray of hope seemed to unspool itself from the darkness. She crawled the few inches to the front of her cage, too, narrowing her eyes against the bright daylight. "Please," she said softly. "Don't leave us here!"

The snake woman slithered closer to the cage, looking at all four of the prisoners, then locking eyes with the one that was seemingly a feline Kelahati. Before she could say anything though, one of the other prisoners spoke. 

"Why did they take you!?" She said quickly in response, completely having to turn to see who was talking to her, due to ony having a left eye. "And speak up everyone! We don't have much time." She said, frantically looking through the other cargo beside the cages for a key, still waiting for a response. Her vibrant blue tail could be seen shimmering in the ligh to the few potholes as she went around the room searching.

"Check the corpse of the human for the key.", Valeria said softly to the snake woman.

The elderly goat was standing at his cell door, looking at the naga curiously. It was obvious by her attire that she was too a pirate- like those that captured him and his disciple. "We were taken from our monastery...now can you help ones in need?" He said, surprisingly calming, although there was a level of worry in his voice.

Valeria looked towards her master as he spoke, his manner calm and serene, unlike that of the two farmers in the cells over. However, Valeria could not blame them. Seeing the naga and her attire, it was obvious that she was a pirate. What reason did she have to rescue a group of people who might turn on her at any time?

However, Valeria held her emotions in check. Her master had always been a good speaker, and he seemed to be the group's best hope at convincing the naga to let them out of the cells.

"Why?" Fairfax was at a loss. Why had they been taken? He had his suspicions - the tavern in the town near home had been bursting with rumors of slavery and worse. But he wasn't about to launch into that discussion in the middle of a battle. 

Eathelin quieted, looking sidelong at the others. She caught the dismissive glance of the cat kelahati and flushed, but the direness of their situation would not let her dwell on embarassment for long. Instead, she focused on the goat's words. A monastery. They must have been kidnapped, too. She opened her mouth to say something more but was stymied by the sudden, clear view of their rescuer's... tail. Eyes wide, she drew back in the cage, while Fairfax continued to kick at his own.

Augura nodded as Valeria mentioned checking the guard, and quickly made her way towards him limp, cursed corpse. Alas, there was no keys. "Godsss damn us!" She said, turning swiftly around and heading back towards the cages. "If I can find the keys, goat, then I will." She said, breathing heavily as she looked around the room for a possible way to get the prisoners out. Suddenly though, a loud bang could be heard and pieces of metal and wood flew across the room. A cannonball went straight through one side of the deck to the other, and with luck, it broke two of the cages. Eathelin's cage along with Valeria's were partially missing along with some of the walls of the ship. Augura meanwhile had covered her face and had a few scraps from debris. 

"Quickly, out!" She yelled towards the two females as she slithered her way towards the cage that held the elderly monk.

Valeria quickly climbed through the hole in the cage, which was just large enough to fit her humanoid form without her having to shift. After going through, Valeria stared at her master's cage, which was undamaged in the explosion. The diminutive cat girl looked over at the other cages, finding that the lamb Kelahati's cage had been damaged as well.

"He's not out yet!", Valeria said to the lamb girl. "We can find the keys faster with more people searching.", she spoke loudly, yet seemed somewhat calm in spite of the chaos. If anything, the presence of her master ameliorated and focused her emotions.

After speaking, she jogged to the door and undid the locking mechanisms on the massive chest. When she opened it, she found her kunai, ring blade, and the various possessions of the rest of the prisoners. The ring blade was a massive, unwieldly, and dangerous weapon. In essence, it was the type of weapon that only found use in her hands alone. However, she quickly strapped it to her back, knowing that she would find a use for it later, if not now.

"If you brought anything, your stuff should be inside the chest!", Valeria said to the lamb girl, their eyes meeting as she spoke.

Eathelin was still extricating herself from the remains of her cage when Valeria spoke. Throwing the cat kelahati a frightened look, she ignored the chest and turned to her brother's cage, tugging helplessly at the door.

"Stop, Linnie," Fairfax rasped, grabbing her wrists through the bars. His voice calmed her panic, and she settled, the wide-eyed glare fading from her eyes. "Help them look! Who knows where the next cannon will fire..."

She nodded wordlessly and went to the chest, rummaging through it for any hint of a key. Predictably, it wasn't there; but, drawing out her sheephook, she was momentarily reassured by the smooth feel of the familiar staff. There, too, was Fairfax's dagger, still dangling from its belt. She snatched it from the bottom and, arms full, looked around frantically for that last, most important thing.

Above, the sounds of battle were growing more intense. Dozens of boots pounded on the deck, and the crack of pistols was deafening, broken only by the irregular thunder of the ship cannons. Eathelin struggled to keep her feet, unused to standing, and stumbled around the hold, occasinally steadying herself against a barrel of powder. "Oh, this is useless!" she muttered suddenly, and pitched her way back to Fairfax's cage. "Can't we break these locks?! Here -" She drew out her brother's dagger, wedging its point into the center of the lock and levering it back. Fairfax scooted to the rear of his cage, one hand raised in front of his face as Eathelin leaned more and more on the knife. "Please don't break," she mumbled, eyes shut tightly as she felt the dagger strain against the metal. Then, with a splinter of metal, she felt something give.

Her eyes flew open as the shock jolted her back. There, on the floor, was the lock, sheared in half. Fairfax made a sound somewhere between a choke and a laugh as he pushed free, but he barely had time to stretch outside the confines of the cage before the hold shuddered alarmingly around them. Without hesitation, Fairfax grabbed the dagger and jumped to the lock holding the goat kelahati prisoner. Eathelin picked up her hook and stood unsteadily, glancing from the cat to the snake for guidance. "What do we do," she asked hoarsely, "once we're free?"

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• Stealth: Fizzy isn't trained in the art of stealth per se. However attempting to find a two foot tall Gnome at night isn't the easiest task in the world.
  

Name: Ximena
Gender: Woman
Sexuality: Pansexual
Species: Bee Hummingbird Kelahati
Age: 18
Appearance/Physiology:

Height
2’0”
Weight
14 Lbs.
Measurements
13.71A-12.19-19.05
Wingspan
4’6”

Ximena is an extremely diminutive and shapely woman, with a feminine, pear-shaped figure. She has a very plump and protruding rear, which is quite distinct; even at her size. Her hair is white and is styled in a series of braids and two pigtails, which lay just above her wings, which are the same color as her hair.

Ximena has a tan skin tone with bright, golden undertones. Her lips are the most distinctive part of her face, which are excessively plump and are normally coated dark magenta. Ximena has a heart-shaped facial profile. She has round cheeks and big, doll-like eyes with cyan irises.

Ximena’s wings (Cc) are over twice her height in wingspan. They are the same color as her hair and are shaped exactly like hummingbird wings. Her bones are hollow, which is the primary reason for her low weight.

In her bee hummingbird form, Ximena has dark grey wings, with an iridescent pattern along the sides.

Personality:

Ximena is hyperactive and restless. She is an extreme workaholic, preferring excessive physical training and sex to rest and recovery. However, in the arena, she is patient and situationally aggressive fighter. In conversation, she can be awkward and flirtatious, to a sometimes uncomfortable extent.

Abilities:

Flight
Ximena is a fast, skillful, and athletic flyer who fly at speeds that exceed 30 miles per hour, and dive at speeds that exceed 60 miles per hour. She can hover and fly laterally, vertically, perpendicularly, and upside down. Ximena maintain flight for up to three hours, before tiring herself out.
Athletics
Ximena can maintain her balance on extremely narrow surfaces, on account of her low center of gravity and relatively low weight.
Senses
Ximena can see ultraviolet light in her humanoid and hummingbird form, thereby seeing more color than normal human vision. Her vision is capable of processing objects moving at high speeds, granting her the ability to fly at top speeds through cramped spaces; which would otherwise pose to her a severe risk of crashing.
Fighting
In spite of her size, Ximena is a skilled and powerful fighter. She survived two years as a gladiator, developing her already honed skills further in live combat.
Shapeshifting
Ximena can shift into the form of a bee hummingbird.
 
History:

Ximena was born to an impoverished mother, who sold one of her twin daughters to a gladiator company as a baby. The company sought to train fighters with unorthodox abilities such as flight, so that they could generate revenue from their fights. From the day she could walk, Ximena was trained as a fighter for the company. During her training, Ximena developed a talent with sword and spear, utilizing weapons such as the estoc, short sword, rapier, shamshir, spear, and javelin. She became skilled in fighting with a shield when she built the strength to maintain flight while utilizing one simultaneously.

Ximena was entered in her first fight at the age of sixteen, surviving a contest that was an apparent mismatch by the event organizers. She continued to fight, train, and survive in the arenas for two more years before she paid off the final years of her contract.

<b>Thread Status:</b>open
<b>Players involved:</b> Kila and Roma
<b>Characters involved:</b> Naiome and Aolani
<b>Setting:</b> Nyamene Island
<b>Time:</b> early light of the 24th of Ganthor
<b>Weather:</b> soft rainfall and overcast, smoke coming from the volcano on the island.


The room was... hot... and everything hurt. "Ow..."

The girl tried to move, but her body screamed in protest as she felt her magic lines that flow throughout her boy twitch in agony. It hurt... her fingers moved and grabbed at her chest, as her eyes squeezed shut. She cough and blood came out. Why did her body hurt. What happened? She forced her eyes open slightly. She didn't know this place. It was so warm, much warmer then home.

"Daddy...."

The word was faint. She couldn't sense him... But it was so warm. It was always warm when her father was near. She could smell blood. A lot of blood. Where was it coming from? Her head throbbed and she closed her eyes and the room dimmed trying to adjust to fit her needs. Everything was a blurr. She could remember a bit. She had been outside of her home...and then it all went fussy. It was like she was there, but not really. It felt like a dream. Everything hurt... that was what she knew. Her body ached as if it had been to war and back, but there was no actual wound she could feel. It logically didn't make sense.


"Where am I?"

Character's Name: Undyne

Nicknames: Di

Age: Unknown

Gender: Female

Species: Demon {Martyr Royal}

Abilities:

To many demons, especially those of royal descent, magic is as natural as breathing, and Undyne is no exception to the rule. Her power often manifests as a white flame; sometimes cupped in her hand like a candle, lighting her path as she walks, at others animating the freshly dead to her will for a limited period of time. Lacking any outward skill in weaponry or combative fighting, she relies on her wit and power to see her through dangerous situations, and has been known to turn the bodies of the slain against their companions in a cruel bid to distract them. She is fearless during battles and will sustain wounds without a care to pain, sometimes failing to notice them altogether until they come dangerously close to summoning her true form. At this time, her power grows to uncontrollable levels, heating the air around her and igniting fires at random unless directed in a punishing blast.

Appearance:

As is the case with royal demons, Undyne has four forms she moves between:

Human

In her human form, Undyne appears as a tall, raven-haired woman, slender to the point of delicacy. Her features are high and aristocratic; yet the fairness of her skin, already pale as lily petals, is whitened still further on the left side of her face, which is painted in the form of a stylized skull. Shockingly dark around the hollow around her eye, the dramatic white sweep of her cheek and jaw are detailed in elaborate patterns mimicking the swirl of vines and tiny flowers. By comparison, the right side of her face is plain, though the spectacular contrast makes it seem more human.*

This being her favorite, even normal, form, Undyne often adorns herself in beautiful clothing, usually in some variant of white and black. Her hair is always loose, falling in luxuriant waves to her waist, and always gently pinned back from her face with a rose plucked in full bloom. She rarely shows her back; while her garments may change, beneath them her torso is bound with several strips of white cloth - bandages that are always stained freshly red over a wound deep between the blades of her shoulders.

When agitated into her true form, Undyne always reverts to her human avatar, wherein the decoration of her facial skull becomes real bone and the violet eye within melts into a flame. Her fingers will lengthen and transform into wicked unretractable claws nearly a foot long and sharp enough to slice flesh like paper. Skeletal wings with feathers but no flesh will sprout from her shoulders, and white fire will coalesce into a crown above her head, drawing strange mockery of the images of angels depicted in so many human dwellings across the land.

*the image i am trying to recreate here is half of a sugar skull

Mundane 

In addition to her human form, Undyne can alter her appearance into that of a cat, a falcon, and a coyote, all of which are jet black save for the left half of their faces that appear shockingly white. In all forms she retains her eye color: a deep, rich violet. Her cat and coyote form also tend to have longer, sweeping tails than their natural brethren, and her falcon form is often mistaken for a carrion bird from afar. 

Mythical

Finally, Undyne's last and most rarely used form is that of a dragon. Small and relatively frail for the species, she is nevertheless many times stronger than an elf or human in this body, and her scales have the texture and brittle strength of obsidian slates. Her wings are feathered, closely resembling those of her falcon shape, and a row of blood-red spines run the length of her back and tail, rising and falling in response to her mood. Like all of her other bodies, Undyne's dragon form is black, though the left side of her face remains a brilliant white; but unlike the others, her dragon face retains the intricate designs present in her human avatar, with tiny scales replicating the sweeping black lines of a painter's brush.

Personality:

Undyne is unusually reverent for a demon. Often walking the lonely paths between the shrines of the gods, she is accustomed to silence, and in the rare times when she has a walking companion, she will encourage them to tell their stories while she listens and occasionally interjects with a question. She is far from impulsive but is not slow to react, either, often taking logical approaches in the face of others' passions. So uncommon is it for her to invoke her true form that there are few enough alive able to recall what it is; instead, legends attach themselves to the ghostly maiden figure prowling the night, never sleeping and never eating, with a candle flame wavering between her fingers.

In truth, though, Undyne is a master manipulator. Her travels are not all altruistic; she prays at the shrines, yes, but more to maintain the image of her devotion than to prove piety. These journeys serve instead to keep her informed of the goings-on in each of the demon regions, through which she walks freely, and allow her to meet others that always end up indebted to her in one form or another. Though her goals are unknown to all but her, she likes to nudge the others, and craves influence. More than once she has stood just off the center of a power struggle, her eye fixated on the rivals even as she moves to shape the outcome.

Character's Name: Calista Gavreel

Nicknames: N/A

Age: 4,282

Gender: Female

Species: Life Angel

Height: 4'10"

Weight: 96 lbs.

Abilities:

True Form: As every royal Life angel before her, Calista's true form resembles Tharamos, the God of Reality and Illusion. Though he form is slightly more petite and pastel in colors.

Combat: Though small and rather petite and size, Calista can very well hold her own in combat. Choosing a rapier as her weapon of choice, she uses it with grace and precision to take down any enemies as quick as possible.

Personality:

Calista has always been the quite type of being, always using her skills of listening rather than talking; taking in what other people say as to keep herself in tune with how things are going. When she does speak, she speaks with a gentle yet commanding tone, able to tell those she needs to command what to do and how exactly to do so. She takes everything she does with pride and speaks to even the most common folk with the upmost respect; even if such a thing had never been gained in the first place.

As a royal she always holds herself up in spit of everything going on within the war, giving her people and those who look up to her something to believe in; that perhaps the war can be over with soon so no more harm may befall any others. She is quick and diligent in her decision making, even in the most gruel of situations she tried her best to keep a calm mind and body.

History:


Calista is the only and first born of her parents, making her the heir of the throne as soon as she was even conceived. Of course this certainly left the girl with many things she needed to learn and one day be responsible for; especially for the people that look up to the royals for guidance. Like many, many angels however, her parents were eventually killed in the on-going war with the demons. After this, she had take to the step up and become the royal her people needed.

She hopes to help in ending the war with the demons, whether peaceful or not; so spare any more of her kind of casualties and lose of life. The angel with work with any others to bring peace about the lands, whether they win the war or seek out truce between the two beings. Everything comes down to how they all approached the situation and what comes about the many years to come in the land.

Character's Name: Fairfax

Nicknames: Fax

Age: 23

Gender: Male

Species: Kelahati

Abilities: 

As with others of his kind, Fairfax is gifted with the ability to communicate with animals, both wild and domesticated; his success at bending them to his will depends on the strength of his relationship with them, which, much to his chagrin, often means wild animals won't pay him any attention at all. In this, his sister, Eathelin, surpasses him, and as such it is a skill he rarely practices in her presence.

Instead, he takes great pride in his second form - that of a juvenile lion. Gifted with all the speed and strength of the animal, whether walking on two legs or four, he is drawn to the art of hunting, and will take on prey well outside his level of skill for the pure joy of it. Sometimes he succeeds; sometimes he does not. In the case of the latter, he has grown just as good at escaping.

Appearance:

As a human, Fairfax appears as a strong young man a handful of years out of adolescence. He had thick golden hair cut raggedly around his neck and a distinct muscular build born of years of hard labor, tanned from the sun. He is careless of his clothing, preferring a sturdy leather vest, or, when summer dictates it, to go shirtless altogether; his breeches are homespun wool like that of his sister's dress, and typically tucked into boots that lace up the calf. An unusually fine, if old, dagger is usually sheathed and belted to his side. Though his face is not precisely catlike, his eyes have the same almond shape, in addition to slitted pupils. His nails are also reminiscent of a feline's; though they do not retract, they are opaque white and come to sharp barbed points on every finger and toe (much to the woe of his boots). He has a slender tail with a puff of golden fur that is prone to giving away his moods, much to his dismay.

Unlike Eathelin, Fairfax has no reservations about shifting, and revels in his leonine form. Lithe and golden, with a youthful mane that lacks the heavy fullness of a mature male, Fairfax is nevertheless a fearsome hunter in this body, and enjoys running down his prey as a lion every bit as much as he does on the back of a horse. Like his sister, Fairfax has the blue eyes of a cloudless sky, and this remains the same whatever form he chooses to take.

Personality:

If the old adage about opposite siblings needed any weight at all, Fairfax and Eathelin could well provide it. Where she is shy and reserved, he is spontaneous, uncontained energy, leaping from one task to the other with the gusto of three men. He thrives from meeting strangers, but is quick to form judgments of them, and will eagerly join into the jeering and harassment of those he deems unworthy. He dislikes to be shown weakness in himself and will avoid tasks that might otherwise display his incompetence, though he is a source of hearty encouragement to his friends. Most of all, however, he treasures his little sister. A slight against her is an excuse for a fight, and more than a few of the young men from nearby settlements have lost a tooth making presumptions about the quiet lamb girl. 

Though it would seem that Fairfax and Eathelin have little enough in common, there is a side of him that others rarely see; a serious, patient side, remnants from a childhood cut too short. He learns slowly but will not allow himself not to learn at all, and comes to Eathelin, unabashed, when injured from his escapades. This quiet bond is unique to the pair - not hidden out of shame, but deemed too valuable for the everyday, and could, quite conceivably, be called moments of love.

History: 

Where Eathelin was too young to remember much of their parents, Fairfax has memories of them before the sickness; of their father, a tall, dark haired man with a wolfish face and quiet confidence, and their mother, a light, beautiful woman who laughed and sang like a bird. The illness that took their lives marked him much more deeply than his baby sister, and the graves where they lie are the one place in the farm's pastures he does not go, too consumed with the pain of their passing to bear witness.

Instead, he threw himself into the tasks of the farm. Too young and, to the eyes of many, too weak, he blundered time and again, falling prey to heartless merchants and wolf packs that roamed the forests near the Blodet River. But he learned. And as he learned, he watched Eathelin, unburdened by loss, grow into a happy child. Bit by bit, he reclaimed his own confidence, guiding them away from starvation into comfort and even, he dared to say, prosperity.

But as their comfort grew and the dangers of failure receded, Fairfax was... bored. Gone was the drive to save every penny; he indulged himself at the tavern, making friends and hearing stories. Of course, many were exaggerated and few knew the land better than Fairfax did... but every now and then, a stranger would come to market, and bring with them wild tales of far off lands and beautiful things. Consumed by curiosity, he avoided the farm more and more, resenting its predictability, its unending mundanity. Though he hated to disappoint Eathelin, he could not shake his wonder. No more, he would tell himself at night, would he be chained to the grave of his father.

Why couldn't Eathelin just see?