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Character's Name: 

Zagan

Nicknames:

n/a

Age:

796

Gender:

Male

Species:

Demon- Terror

Abilities:

Shape Shifting- Like many other demon kind, Zagan is able to transform himself into three different species of animal; a Lynx, a Philippine Eagle, and a Python. Some forms he chooses for different thing, the Lynx, for example, is usually in snowy regions or the world or during winter times. 

Fear Illusion- He is able to create one's most hated fears into an almost realistic illusions using the black mist that come from his body, causing fear and panic in those unlucky enough to cross his path. 

Shadow Manipulation- Though not a skill he is very well versed in, he can use shadows to create various spooky shapes against walls, trees, ect. Zagan uses this to mess with people most of the time, always loving the sudden fear caused by them in others. 

True Form- only used when in dire situations and usually feels horrible as shit afterwards. 

Uncomfortable- Though not a magic ability of any sort, the man is naked from head to toe. If you show any instant of being uncomfortable with his nudity at any point when interacting with him, he'll try and make you even more so. This includes; jumping, hip rocking, squatting, or anything else that might make one cringe. 

Personality:

Zagan can be quite the cocky man, he enjoys watching the fear in peoples eyes and causing them to panic; if for not reason other than his own enjoyment. Which probably makes him quite cynical in a way, as he most enjoys doing things when it comes to his own interests and beliefs. His taste for mischief and chaos are really the things that drive him in the world, knowing there is a lot of fear he can cause in the hearts of anyone he so desires. Young, old, man, woman, or child; it doesn't really matter. As long as the fear is in their eyes it's all he could ever hope for. 

Though when he's not tormenting poor souls, he is quite lazy most of the time; lounging about in any animal form or even just his base form. Can be found chilling in trees mostly, as he tries to find anything to keep himself busy with. He's playful in a way with those he finds himself liking, teasing then any way he can just for the hell of it. His standards of friendship are weird as well, usually because he enjoys bugging them. God help those poor souls that have to constantly see his junk hanging loose for the entire world to see. No shame, no shame. 

History: 

Zagan has hated clothes every since he was a child, always being forced to wear whatever his parents wanted him to; even if it was the stupidest thing in the very existence of the world itself. Out in public he would keep his clothes on as instructed, but as soon as he got him his parents had the hardest time keeping the clothes on him after that. 

Thread Status: Closed
Players involved: King, Kila
Characters involved: Charlie (Kila), Vioroll (King)
Setting: The family shrine in the War Fortress
Time: Late morning to early afternoon on the 23rd of Ganthor
Weather: Ash and thunder storms.

<b>Thread Status:</b> CLOSED
<b>Players involved:</b> Rogue, Kokopuffs
<b>Characters involved:</b> Naren (Rogue); Akeme (Kokopuffs)
<b>Setting:</b> Sondaryn Forest, near Oslark
<b>Time:</b> Current, around midday
<b>Weather:</b> Balmy summer temperatures, with a few wispy clouds but not much to fear. The forest is particularly lush.

Naren was broke, and hungry. Sure, he could go off into the forest and find some edible plants, but it took no small amount of effort, and he had become accustomed to eating delicious, varied food. Not whatever he could root out the ground and char over a fire. That would take hours of effort harvesting, preparing and cooking, which wouldn't really satisfy his current aching for something hot. A little morsel of pastry perhaps, with cheese and sweet tomatoes.
His mouth watered at the very thought of it. 

However, the forest road barely offered more than spiked rocks underfoot and unripe fruits hanging from the trees that bent down overhead. Not a delicious meal. Perhaps give it another half a season, and then things would be starting to look more promising... Perhaps when he passed back this way again come the autumn there would be better pickings. But again, it didn't satisfy his current cravings. There were too many birds around as well, tiny little ball-shaped things that flitted between the branches above and shouted obscenities at one another. They'd have the best of the fruit before he could get at it, especially if he wasn't hanging around the area. No, it was useless trying to find anything himself here. Anything edible would have gone to the forest creatures as soon as it appeared- and if they hadn't had it, no doubt travellers previous to himself would have taken the ripe pickings. He grumbled to himself and hoped that the road led somewhere soon, where he could beg some lunch off a tradesman or inn in return for a song or two. Perhaps three, if they had something tasty with cheese involved.

Character's Name: Asy

Nicknames: N/A

Age: 53

Gender: Female

Species: Binturong Kelahati

Abilities: Herbalist- Asy has a way with plants, creating healing potions and pulses from plants she grows or finds. She enjoys making things grow. She's also weirdly adept at climbing trees.

Appearance: Asy is quite striking to pass, with fairly visible Kelahati traits. Her eyes are bright gold and her skin very pale, contrasting with her dark black hair. She wears it long and straight, perhaps with parts tied up in braids. The top half of her hair is a light purpley-grey. Her forearms are edged with silvery fur down to her wrists, as are her lower legs. She has a tail about the same length as her torso, dark black and prehensile. 
Asy is 5'7 in her human form, and prefers to wear pale, form-fitting clothes. 


A binturong, or bearcat, is part of the civet family. Asy is a length of around 2ft, and is about the same size as a collie dog. They typically have blue-black fur tipped with silver, golden-brown eyes and long white whiskers. They are excellent climbers and like to sleep draped over branches. They are omnivores, but the greater proportion of their diet is fruit, as well as some protein from caught prey, and live in rainforests. They smell like buttered popcorn.



Personality: 
Composed | Devious | Graceful | Patient | Proud

Asy is coldly devoted to bettering herself and securing herself a good position in the world. She takes great pride in her appearance and her work, presenting herself in a certain way that is crisp and controlled. She has a long-term goal for herself, although is reluctant to share her own ideas and motivations. She is adept at redirecting a conversation to the partner, making sure to squirrel away information that she could use at a later point in time. 
She is fiercely protective of her herbal remedies and the recipes for her works.

<b>Thread Status:</b> Open
<b>Players involved:</b> Lielixthe
<b>Characters involved:</b> Ivankelle
<b>Setting:</b> West Sleibte, Madefactus Lake
<b>Time:</b> Two hours before nightfall
<b>Weather:</b> Lightly snowing

- BOOM - 

The explosion was nothing like her usual fireworks. Those were more bark than bite, meant to bedazzle and entertain. This one, this one was meant to hurt. Ivankelle's entire arm was tingling; she wasn't used to firing off blasts at such close range. It had been something close to reflex; sheer instinct as she reacted to the threat of being plunged into ice-cold water. Cold and deep enough to drown in. Pushing through the aftershocks of the blast, she stumbled forward to the fallen figure on the ground. 

He was in far worse shape than her, handsome face scratched with dirt and clothes singed in places. The teen had been unable to put up much of a fight as she pulled them further away from the bank of Madefactus, though an attempt was made to get away as she clinically divested him of any belongings apart from the clothes on his back. Said attempt earned him only a quintet of fiery rings encircling him, tightening in threat whenever he so much as breathed too deeply. 

"What? Only this much? Che..." Ivankelle gave the items an disparaging kick, sending up a flurry of snow that settled starkly against the hems of her clothes. She sighed, muttering to herself."At least that means there weren't any other victims...hopefully." The softness in her voice was gone when she addressed her then-assailant-now-prisoner, going on a guess and hoping to intimate the blonde-haired teen into telling the truth.

"Tell me! Where are the others!"

Thread status: Closed
Players involved: Sparx, Kila
Characters involved: Heather, Rah-juh 
Setting: The docks of Roryd Lake
Time: Current
Weather: Cloudy with some sprinkling

This was not the kind of rut she had expected to fall into when she left her small home lake in search of something new. Heather had made for the sea with little experience with both humans and other mermaids, completely naïve to the nature of the rest of the world. Unfortunately, that's meant that while she knew that men were easily persuaded by a pretty girl who batted her eyes at them, she did not know that merpeople should be extra cautious around fishermen, and most people in the general world overall.

This lack of worldly knowledge was what had gotten her caught in a net mid-conversation and then bagged and dragged off in a cart. Before she knew it, Heather was being thrown in a far-too-small and poorly filtered display tank in the middle of a market on a dock she knew wasn't close to home. With so little space, she could hardly move around, let alone build up enough momentum to throw herself out of this humiliating glass prison.

The mermaid's captor was a smug looking human fisherman, a man whom had seemed helpful and concerned when Heather had first approached him for help in her travels but now seemed slimy and twisted. Though muffled through the glass, Heather could hear him throwing pitches at every passerby, trying to earn a pretty penny off either her flesh or her "services" or both, depending on the look of the potential buyer.

Oh, if only she could reach him somehow, she would make him regret everything!

But as things were, Heather was horribly cramped and her body aching. The water, unsuited to her or any marine creature for living, was making it difficult for her to breathe. Ramming against the glass in a desperately attempt to free herself was only exhausting her. And even if she did get out, then what? There were too many land-dwellers that would probably snatch her up again, and if she got past them, she would have to swim through the ocean waters in her weakened state, which would probably Ben impossible for a freshwater creature like her.

With a cry of frustration, she banged her fists against the glass one last time. What was she going to do?