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Character's Name:  Rylonis (Rye-lawn-iss)

Nicknames:  Rylo

Age:  85

Gender:  Female

Species:  Hybrid between: Plenty Angel & Pren Elf.  Affected by Werebeast Curse.

Abilities:  

Magic

Feral | Animal Communique - Allows her to sense the intentions of animals and almost communicate with them via this link.  She can also project her own feelings to animals in an attempt to tame them or at least prevent them from becoming violent.

Healing | Organic Healing - This spell allows her to heal wounds on humans by speeding up their own bodies natural healing process.  She is also able to restore the life of plants if they've withered or died.

Physical

Faster running - Due to her Angelic bloodline she is able to run slightly faster than most mortal races, but only a bit.

Tracker - Due to her Pren Elf side she is able to track things with even the best of the Pren Elves.

Appearance:

Height - 5'8
Hair - Dark blonde to platinum blonde to lavender, the front is shoulder length, while the back continues to grow down to her lower back in waves. Ombre color style
Eyes - Sea mist blue
Skin - Pale fair with a tint of ice blue
Beast form - Black leopard with bioluminescent ice blue spots.  Leaf green eyes.
Extras - She has small antler stubs on her forehead, a lot like that of a fawn or doe.

Personality:  Slightly introverted due to having had issues with people treating her poorly, but still has good people skills, and even a kind of magnetizing personality that makes people want to be around her.  And despite being slightly introverted she's still sweet and kind to others.  While also maintaining some sort of distance from others, whether it's controlled by her own actions towards them, or she just starts avoiding them.

History: (If requested or needed to explain the power behind a character)

Roleplay Sample:  Myrissei jumped and spun around, her eyes resting upon a man who had apparently seen her. Wait, she'd seen him entering the courtyard but a moment ago, had he seen her? She put on a smile and straightened her skirt and gave him a small curtsy. "Lady Myrissei Harrow, Lord Patrick Harrow is my uncle," she explains with a well trained polite tone, and her smile well practiced for public appearance.

"I could say the same of you sir," she says, a light smirk playing across her face. "Though I suppose that's why you're here, you're curious about why I'm not at the feast," she adds. "It's not really something I can discuss, as it is a personal matter," she explains, and it was obvious that she was trying to shoo him away in a polite manner. That was when she took a moment to let herself breath and she could smell the scent of smoke within his clothes, it made her heart leap quite happily, she remembered smelling it on her father's clothes when he would carry her to bed after a late night with the townspeople at the pub.

"And may I ask who you are sir?" she asks, remembering she'd forgotten to ask his name. He didn't look like he was from Westeros, yet his accent was Westerosi. The dark color of his skin accented his face rather well, and she couldn't help but feel herself blush as she realized she found him to be rather handsome. "You don't look like any of the lords I've been taught about by the Maester," she adds with a tone saying she was curious.

She wanted very badly to take advantage of the Maester's distraction with the feast, but this gentleman had really caught her attention, she couldn't help but want to get to know him better, though she knew she didn't really have the time. She wanted to leap to asking him how long he would be visiting their keep, curious if he was just there for the feast, or possibly business, but she had already asked him one question. She'd never been this flustered in her life and it felt odd. "And I hope the food and drink is up to your standard," she adds with a genuine smile.

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Character's Name:edan

Nicknames: none

Age: thousands of years(immortal)

Gender: male

Species: cross roads demon

Abilities: 
wish granting: the ability to grant wishes in exchange for a persons soul or magic artifact depending on his wants and needs however there are limits to what he can do such as not being able to do anything outside of reality like making a non existing animal

Hellfire: the ability to summon the flames of hell ineffective against someone using holy magic

Demonic magic: able to use inferal powers such as controlling lesser demons example hellhounds/necromancy along with any other dark powers associated with hell

Superhuman Strength: can lift heavy objects but not mountains and can be crushed by heavy objects if they out weigh him


Superhuman Endurance: can withstand most hits unless by a stronger being that can shatter his body in some way or form

Regeneration: edan can regenerate most things for example cut off his arm he will given time regrow that however fatal wounds still would kill him such as cutting off his head or stabbing him in the heart

Shapeshifting: can go between a human form or his preferred humanoid wolf form 
 



Appearance:in image

Personality: edan is a business man by nature and will charm you with a smile and pleasant attitude but in reality is a sadist who loves to twist his wishes to make others fail especially if they wish for more foul things however he reserves such punishment for the wicked and for someone wishing for something good will keep his promise never one to go back on his word.

History: wip

<b>Thread Status:</b>(closed)
<b>Players involved:</b> Archera, Kokopuffs
<b>Characters involved:</b> Kenjin, Kavrier
<b>Setting:</b> Le mountains fam
<b>Time:</b> Late Evening
<b>Weather:</b> Clear with a slight change of rain

It was a sight he wasn't prepared to see, though before he'd entered the throne room he could smell death beyond the door; waiting for some unsuspecting being to walk through. That unsuspecting one was him, and his eyes had grown wide with horror at the sight. He had come seeking the king, to speak with the man of something; he couldn't even remember what exactly that was going to be. Hell, who could even remember what they were going to do when faced with a body? That last time he'd seen one... Kavrier shook his head, dispelling the image from his mind. There was only one thing that needed to be done now, he needed to find Kenjin.

He was as quick as he could, moving from the castle and into the open air. Much faster a traveling distance when in flight, walking at this point in his life was more difficult than it had been many, many years before. Where did he hear of Kenjin being? The mountains perhaps? The dragon could only hope so, as they were coming close into sight the further he traveled in the skies.

Once he was at the mountains, he lowered himself down until he could land safely upon them; eyes scanning the immediate area. "KENJIN!" he called out into the open air, waiting for a call in return, "I have something of great importance you need to know!"

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Character's Name:Luke

Nicknames: none

Age: 25

Gender:male

Species: half angel half human 

Abilities: 
Precognition: can have visions of the future but not all predictions are correct or make sense to him
Superhuman Strength: can lift heavy objects but not mountains and can be crushed by heavy objects if they out weigh him
Superhuman Speed: can outrun most people but will tire out if he overdoes it
Superhuman Agility: can doge most things that came at him as long as its in his view but if he can't or is attacked by the side he will be open to attack
Superhuman Endurance: can withstand most hits unless by a stronger being that can shatter his body in some way or form
Healing Factor: can recover from most injures unless he loses an arm or leg which will.be lost for good
Flight: can fly unless he loses his wings
Storm Caller

[He can summon storms of varying degrees as well as singular attributes of storms at his will. These storms don't form high in the sky, however. They originate from him. Literal storms roll off of him and rise into the air, either naturally or as a violent whirlwind pouring off of him. He can keep the storm to the ground, but its natural inclination is to rise. His storms do not instantly spread and just take over the skies, but rather grow the more he releases. He can't overtake miles and miles with storms, so they only take up the local area. The more area he takes up, the more effort it takes, logically. He also can't just make them dissipate at a whim. Once he's released storm, when he stops feeding it, it will dissipate on it's own, but with time as it follows its natural course. He may attempt to influence a strong storm to lessen it, but it can be incredibly difficult to redirect or change violent storms once they've taken on a nature of their own.

The aspects of storms that he can control are as varried as storms can be. Rain, hail, wind, thunder, lightning, fog, you name it. This, of course, has it's range of control and he can't just whip up these things for miles and miles either. He can, however, generate quite strong weather aspects. For example, he can create and control electricity like lightningbolts, but can't spot a person half a mile away and strike him down with a lightning bolt from the sky. He could, however, strike someone closer with a bolt from his hands or influence the storm to begin generating lightning on its own. The storm lightning wouldn't have precise aim though and would just do whatever would be natural to that storm.]
Appearance: in image

Personality: kind,social,adventurous.brave,goof,neutral

History: wip

Thread status: open
Players involved: Acethewolf20
Characters involved: Tartarus
Setting: xira open desert
Time: current, afternoon
Weather: clear sunny hot day




It was a warm day as usual in the desert even as the two headed dragon took in every ray of sun light warming his scales while he shook the sand off his body the same way a dog would shake water off its fur when wet still he had to move soon as water and food was rare in this part of desert and where water was so too would food be and he would take as many animals as he could back to his dwelling before the sun went down and it got cooler something he loathed to go through even though he was normally able to make himself a fire to stave off the deserts bitter night cold from affecting him to badly when he slept. Moving the dragon made his way to the near by watering hole and waited laying down so as to disguise himself from the animals that were soon to arrive hopefully they would believe him to be a hill of sand before they arrived even as his second head kept and eye out for anyone who might try and sneak up on him.

Name:

Miu

Age:

124

Gender:

Female

Height:

Dragon Form:

6'0" From head to front toe

Human Form:

4'6"

Weight:

Dragon Form:

198 lbs

Human Form:

90 lbs

Species:

Western Dragon


Abilities:

Enhanced Senses: Though, many of her kind would have senses that are much for enhanced that others, due to
being blind her other senses are heighten more; to make up for the inability to see.

Fire Breath: Unlike fire of other dragon, her own comes in a shade of blue; burning hotter than fires of
oranges, reds, and yellows. Miu doesn't use this to harm others, but more of a way to defend herself as
needed. It is common for her to accidentally use if startled.

Personality:

Shy: Easy to avoid and be silent around others, even if they are those she might know. Then again, there aren't many in her life she could call friends in the first place. Even when spoken to her voice is soft, almost a whisper.

Anxious: Even with senses heightened, she get extremely anxious and scared in areas where there is no sound or smell; as well as places with an overwhelming aura of senses that overstimulate her.

Gentle: Miu is one to never hurt nor harm a creature, even if their own intention is to do so to her. Her own options is either to run or hide away from others.

Quiet: Never to speak out of turn, or really speak at all in most cases.

History:

Miu was basically born as the smallest egg in her nest, though funny enough she was the only one to survive into birth. Yet, it wasn't her parents she was born into, instead her head was stolen from it's nest and sold to the highest bidder. When she hatched her looks were quite interesting, light eyes, body, with subtle pink marking along her white scales; and not to mention feathered as well. Unfortunately for her she was born into slavery, the man who bought the egg kept he

The girl wasn't born blind, but instead her sight slowly deteriorated as she grew older; her simple tasks of helping with cleaning of their master's home became slightly harder. It was the other slaves of the mansion that helped her along with the daily chores, un-wanting
to see the girl be punished for something she could not control.


It happened anyway, it seemed, once it was revealed she wasn't doing these things on her own. She was left with scars across the top of her back. After this event, it was devised among some of the other slaves to help her escape, which was quite successful an event; but it was only one who actually escorted her out. Now the girl is on the run, making sure to keep to herself as she'd rather not end up where she was before.

Thread Status: Closed
Players involved: KokoPuffs, Andromeda
Characters involved: Dei (andromeda) Yukiji (kokopuffs) *more to come later*


The sun had set already in the sky of the city, sipping below the horizon until it was nothing more; though slowly the moon rose and took its place instead. Sure, night care much faster now, the colder months having set upon this part of the world. Yet, it was always their favorite time of year. Something about the cold made her feel at peace, relaxed, and content with herself. And why not? She was young, beautiful, and ran a successful business; she almost felt on top of the world. Each night she was there, overseeing what was going on within; making sure her workers were always taken care of first. 

It was a strip club she owned, a place for men and women alike so drink, and watch beautiful women perform in stage. Some might call it a trashy, filthy place of sin, but her Yukiji it was more than home for her. To her this place represented herself, and that showed well in how the place was set.  Elegant and classy, unlike those that many found kind of trashy; where men seemed to man handle the women with no regards. Not here, there were more than enough rules against such things, plenty of clients found themselves thrown out for their misconduct. 

Ok this night, it seemed, one client decided to try such a thing on one of her girls; a sweet woman, pale blonde hair and deep golden browns eyes. A women any man might have sought after, but it happened outside. It was like he was watching her the whole time, waiting for the time where she was clocked out; as he found her outside as she left. 

Screaming could be heard, and Yukiji even from the inside could hear it through the air. In an instant, almost like no time at all, she ran as quickly as she could outside. A vile man was trying to take advantage of the women as she struggled against him. Yukiji was pissed at this, how disgusting a site to behold. It didn’t take any time for her to march over; her body pushing itself between the worker and the man. 

“Back off asshole,” she yelled out, hands places squarely upon his chest as she pushed him back, “how DARE you try to manhandle one of my workers, you’re as vile as the rats that crawl through the sewer! Either you leave or I will be calling the cops!” 

The smaller woman stood tall, chest puffed out and pose sturdy against the earth below her feet. There was a sluring of words from him, he was more than drunk. Not only could she smell it upon his breath but he swayed slightly from side to side; trying his best to keep his balance. It didn’t stop him, it only made this nasty individual much harder to sway away from this. He even tired to reach for her girl again, which Yukiji blocked him from doing so, once more pushing him away.

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Character's Name:Jeremaiah

Nicknames: (If Any)

Age: unknown

Gender: male

Species:dragon(ignore the wolf)

Abilities:  the flame which inflicts mass hysteria and mania, causing those who come in contact with it to attempt homicide, genocide-- to run and scream in terror, to witness horrible visions and hallucinations; to hear voices and be consumed by such insanity that they become a shell of who they used to be. this inferno blazes an intense pink hue.

Appearance:in image

Personality: happy, solitary




History: wip

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Character's Name:Tartarus



Nicknames: (If Any)



Age: unknown



Gender:male



Species:dragon(ignore the wolf)



Abilities: his breath melts all in its path like the molten core of the earth eats away at the souls of the damned, and is often referred to as soul-fire. his dragon form is often related to cerberus-like dragon with 2, terrifying heads



Appearance:in image



Personality tartarus is a hot head, and is meant to embody wrath and anger-- he experiences deep amounts of hatred for those who attempt to mess with his brothers, and loves to consume the souls of his enemies to make them pay for what they've done, and to make them suffer. 



History: wip