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Race: Half- Death Helvate/Chortari Wolf Hybrid

Gender: Male

Age: 30

Height: 6’6


Personality
Although able to be incredibly aggressive and dangerous, this massive beast is mostly a gentle giant. Despite inheriting the Death's craving of slaughter, he isn't used to actually seeking it out. He is used to getting his way, and his intimidating appearance is a part of that. However, he is usually very calm and reasoned, often taking advantage of his intimidating appearance to snark at people.

Although he loves his sister, he does secretly resent her for her birth. He wishes she was sired by his father, not another. Typically, between the two, however, he is the muscle. He isn’t stupid, but he knows that she is smarter than him, so he often follows her lead. For some reason, he doesn't have great self esteem, and will tend to follow the orders he is given. He mentally prioritizes orders from females as higher, though even he doesn't know why.

Abilities
Physically, Havoc is incredibly strong. He is capable of mixing his size and strength into being a deadly threat, enhanced by how he towers over his kin. When it comes to magic, he is capable of manipulating blood. Drinking someone’s blood creates a connection, allowing him to easily and powerfully control the blood of the person whose blood he drank. With the blood in him, he could physically contort them, to the point of being able to snap bones, or necks.

Species: Wolf (Enkratis)
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Height: 4 foot 4
Likes: Hunting, dark areas
Dislikes: Bright lights, stupid people, crowds

Personality

Shade is a somewhat clever wolf. Though he is not a genius, he isn’t an idiot either. He has an immense dislike of other wolves. While he won’t act openly hostile, especially given his strength in comparison with the average, he tends to try and end conversation quickly. He also tries to leave the area as soon as politely possible. The exception to this is if the wolves are pups, as he has no real issues with them. If he is afraid of something, He will react somewhat violently, mostly trying to escape whatever has set him off. He realized he wasn’t big or strong enough for direct combat, and so focused on skills relating to stealth and speed. A side effect of this is that he will try to avoid conflict as much as possible, unless both he and his opponent are draped in thick shadows, as there he holds the advantage. In darkness, he becomes somewhat bolder, but he still has a rather submissive manner. Paired with this fact is the fact that he hates bright lights, as they make him much more obvious. He tries to avoid bright lights at all costs, barring serious injury. While he is skilled at hunting, there are certain types of animal he avoids as much as possible. If he sees one of these animals he will lock up and immediately begin trying to evade and escape. He is slow to trust, and jumps between naive and cautious rapidly. He has a distinct liking of magical expression (such as powers or naturally occurring magic), though its wielders often scare him.

Abilities

Shade uses darkness magic to manipulate shadows for offensive and defensive power. He can blend himself into shadows and shadowwalk, making him an effective hunter. He also has limited control over basic water magic.

Appearance

Shade is a midnight black wolf. His fur is slightly longer than average, granting him a thicker look. His eyes are sapphire blue with flecks of Blood red, especially towards the bottom of the eye. His eyes are cold, and make him seem simultaneously young and old. He walks with a very slight limp, memories of damage inflicted to his back right leg. There is a small scar on his face, though fur has grown around it and mostly covered it. A small portion of the scar is visible on his nose, where there is a slash mark on the top (between the eyes), where the fur meets the naked skin. His front legs bare dozens of small scars, only visible due to the disruption they cause in the fur. He has blood red markings across his skin shaped like cracks. They trail from the base of the neck down to each limb, branching multiple times. One trails up his face and traces his scar. He has one crack that follows his spine down to the base of his tail. The fur composing these markings almost seems to be moving, giving the marks a flowing appearance.



Markings: Dark red marks that trail across his body like cracks
Scent: Oak mixed with hint of blood

<b>Thread Status:</b>closed
<b>Players involved:</b> KokoPuffs and tortricidae
<b>Characters involved:</b> Aziza and Killian
<b>Setting:</b> Malseka City
<b>Time:</b> Current, Early morning.
<b>Weather:</b> Clear skyes with a speckling of clouds in the distance





The day started off early, though for her it always did; she enjoyed the time when the sun was still breaking up from the horizon and filling the land below with it's warming light. The breeze was calm and cool though, different from the warmth or even heat of the rest of the day. It made things seem quite peaceful around the city. Other moved about with their morning routines, whether that be shopping, working, or even just enjoying the early morning light; each had their own reasonings to being up at this hour. Aziza, who had made her way to her favorite place, always found went early to the cities library; it was her favorite place to go as she loved to read. Anything from scrolls of magic and books that told marvelous stories, the Sphinx enjoyed them more than anything in the world. Sometimes more than the company of others, not that she was opposed to being around people, but meeting others had always been quite hard for her.

This was the reason why the woman had found the perfect place in the library, where she could sit and read to her own devices. People would pass by here and there, but no one seemed to notice her sitting there; which for her was quite alright, that meant she would be less disturbed as she enjoyed herself that morning. Aziza curled up her legs close to her body, a book laid gently in her lap as her eyes scanned back and forth; reading over the words inside. "ooooooh~" she said softly to herself, voice gentle with the enjoyment she had, "I do suppose that's one way to go about it."  The female Sphinx bit down upon her thumb delightfully, very enthralled in what she was reading at the moment. It certainly would not take much to frighten the woman, that was something that was for certain.

Character's Name: Cyan Fang

Nicknames: Celestial's Might, Wisdoms wish, Pure Entity

Age: 45

Gender: Male

Species:(Royal Enkratis Wolf)

Abilities: Clone Magic: Cyan is able to duplicate himself at will forming many multiples of himself as he pleases however the more he clones himself the more magical energy he uses up which is why he normally uses about 5-10 clones in combat. The clones are in fact physical however they can be taken out fairly easily by a consistency of frontal assaults or a simple blast from any arsenal of magic.

Posionous Gas: From his mouth he is able to emitt a large puff of purple gas that is a toxic poison, if made contact it us able to numb any part of a creatures body with ease however if you inhale or get some in your eyes it could cause damage such as sickness, partial blindness in the eyes or even death with enough gas along with no healing treatment

Requip Magic: As he is skilled in the arts of many sources of weaponry using this skill he is able to change his body into many forms of armour and weapons freely to his heart's content. Some of the armour in his magic void in which he summons this is very powerful which is why he must use the armour and weapons he chooses wisely. What's special about this magic is each armour has a signature elemental move that is capable of being used once transformed into it. The down fall is that he is only able to use this ability once he is transformed into his two legged form.

Aura Magic: Cyan can manifest a glow from his body allowing a sky blue aura to flow around his fur like a coat to shield him from attacks, using his aura he can manipulate it to shape it into many things, objects, weapons, you name. This aura is powered by the magical essence of Cyan's body.

Transformation: Cyan is able to transform into a more humanoid form of himself.

As a Royal he is given a familiar at birth, his familiar is a a blue bird that is rather similar to a peacock however she is able to fly. 



Original form


Transformation Form

Personality:  Cyan is a very protective alpha, being a leader is no picnic however he takes pride in protecting his pack as he sees all of his people as his children, he is the type to do anything for them, even sacrifice himself for them as well. He is very friendly a father to those of his species, even if you weren't a wolf he would treat you with respect as he would want respect as well from those he meets. Usually he has a calm nature in which it corresponds with those of the pack as it helps them feel reassured that everything will be alright, he speaks soft and settled however if a threat emerges his voice becomes freighting and bold.

Cyan is also extremely sociable if you every need a dialouge with a wolf that is, he's your guy, gifted in fond abilties due to him being part kitsune he uses his profound skills for justice and protection. He sees the world as a place of pure love and paradise, being quite old in the middle ages of a wolf like he has gain some wisdom in his lifespan however he still has a long way to go till he dies. 

History: As a small pup Cyan was always was defending those who needed help as he felt once at birth that those of defenseless ways needed to be protected by creatures of heroic intentions. Of course he was a force to be reckoned with as a pup as he always got into trouble for those who are in danger, he recklessly would put his life on the line as he grew up for those he didn't even knew. As his father was half kitsune and half wolf his mother was all wolf in which he inherited the capabilities of a kitsune however some weren't  as powerful as your average kitsunes were.

After his father passed away at the age of 200 years old Cyan was only a teenager however rules were rules and as being next in line for the Alpha pack leader he took this moment with pride and honor in his father's memory, protecting the pack at all cost. In his couple years of being a alpha he met a young fond lady named Cynthia, he grew love for her over time as they met in which then as a few months went by they sealed the deal in marriage. 

After his wife's pregnancy she sadly died while giving birth to a beautiful young girl, her fur was a mixture of blue and white with a few hints of dark around the paw area, she had symbols on her forhead similar to her father's as well. Even after her death he knew that it was his duty to continue on, not only as a father but as the guardian if his people.

 

Character's Name: Surley Whittaker

Nicknames: Su

Age: 130

Gender: Male

Species: Human (1/4 Kitsune)

Abilities: Nothing he can control.

Appearance: He’s frightfully fair skinned, though apricot would also be a good descriptor. He looks strong, with a wide chest and thick arms. He looks like the kind of man who would be able to carry heavy loads without complaint, and he maintains this physique by doing just that.

His waist is tapered and ends with strong legs. Some consider him a masterpiece sculpted by the gods, but really he just has a healthy diet and a rigorous workout routine that he honors every single morning.

His face is chiseled, with a strong brow and chin. He has smokey blue eyes that reek of intelligence and subtle malice, with dropping lids and lips that seem to look as though he is in a permanent state of brooding. A look that morphs into a beautiful smile with straight rows of pearly white teeth. His canines are only marginally longer than the average human’s. His hair is short, well-combed, and blonde.

He has a straight nose that looks like it’s been broken exactly once and set back properly, but some damage can’t be reversed. He wears glasses for reading and dresses conservatively to the dismay of many who live and work around him.

The only thing that seems out of place is the earring that he wears, which is a subtle pink orb inlaid in black metal from the mage’s college so it will never be removed from his ear. The Whittaker family heirloom he calls it.


Personality: Surley is, for all intents and purposes, far too charming and charismatic for such a bigoted fool. He can charm the pants off just about anyone, and relishes that he is as charming as he is. Tier A liar, and a creative force that should have been spending his days penning novels instead of the rhetoric and propaganda he whips into existence on the daily. He tells the truth in a blunt sort of noncommittal way that makes people fall head over heels for him.

He loves to laugh, but his humor is proven to be drier than unbuttered toast. He finds the hard truth to be innately more hilarious than anything else, and will find others who can make him laugh immensely more enjoyable to be around.

He’s a visionary and has this way of speaking that captures attention and makes the heart soar. He’s a dangerous man to run for public offices, but thankfully, he has no interest in being in a position of legislative power. Gods help the poor fools who have to go up against him should that ever change.


History: Surley was born and raised in Estosa, where his father, Warren, was part of the military. His father was a full and honest to gods human and defended the city as necessary from any incoming threats, from the smallest invasion to botched assassination attempts. He was particularly good at catching and skinning kitsune when racial skirmishes would break out.

Surley’s mother, Samba, was a half-kitsune, half human woman who denounced her kitsune half the moment she fell begrudgingly in love with Warren. She was from a powerful warrior family from far beyond the Estosa walls, but she loved and seduced Warren while he was in the whore houses during a particularly rowdy celebration of victory.

Surley came along and the three of them lived in the innermost parts of the city, closer to the fortress. Samba loved to read and write, and she imbued her love into Surley, who had a charming way with words. Of course, she knew this was because her son was quarter-kitsune. Surley lacked the ability to change form, had no animalistic qualities, and could not do magic.

He, however, had been born with a starball, and Samba kept this hidden from Warren, who hated that kitsunes were moving into the neighborhood and were wild and uncontrollable, seducing the neighbors and having too many run ins with feral animals. He’d fought far too many.

Warren was a militant man, loved authority and order and tradition. He imbued that into Surley through diligent home-education and governing almost every aspect of Surley’s life right down to the people he was allowed to hang out with as a teenager.

Warren, however strict, was a loving father and only ever wanted his son to succeed in life, so when Surley showed interest in moving to Yfrelo to become an author, he footed the bill and praised his son for having an ultimate goal.

Surley moved to Yfrelo as soon as he was considered an adult. He lived in a little room attached to a paper mill and wrote stories about the world’s events. The longer he did so, the more he gained a following. It was a long battle, but soon, his readers would respond to his calls to action, sending in what they considered important to share with others.

Surley is incredibly bigoted. He will sing his praises to the mage’s college and the superiority of magic for the common man even though it also promotes racism and is solidly against inter-racial unions. His rhetoric is well known within Yfrelo, catering almost exclusively to those who do not take kindly to the competition’s papers and performances.

It’s almost scary how well he can communicate his thoughts and has on many occasions encouraged violence and actions that normally wouldn’t have been well received. The college, though not publicly endorsing Surely, is always willing to fill the man in on inner goings on that can skew the public into liking them more.