Jey Rokam
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Age: 27
Worship: Lectum,
Weapon: pretty much any projectile, Jey has no attachment to a particular weapon.
Species: human
Gender: male
Rank: Guard of the Emperor
Mancer: necromancer
Level of Mancy: Quaternary
Loyalty: Imperium, you'd think
Bio: Jey was a prodigy as a child. His mother’s little genius. His family was so proud of him. And then his parents were killed and nobody cared if creepy Jey was good at magic or not. His relatives found him distasteful. He was moody and needy and grief-stricken. His grandmother took him in out of pity. She gave him a home and nice clothes and hired tutors for him, but his family gave him no love or companionship. In fact they avoided him. A necromancer with a dead family caused whispers and rumors that made nobody want to get close to him. It’s safe to say Jey did not have a healthy childhood. H grew up creepy and lonely. He had no way to deal with the loss or the guilt of being the only one left alive. His relatives were all too scared to show much affection, and that only made it worse. He lived a sad childhood full of worried glances and whispers that fell silent when he entered the room. If he’s asked about that time Jey’ll give a fake grin and fake laugh and say “Oh yes, it was delightful.” And change the subject. As soon as Jey thought he looked old enough to pass as an adult he ran away, to the one place he figured he’d fit in just fine. He joined the military. They thought he was weird, a mancer from a rich family, already highly trained wanted to become a soldier? But he was good at it. War was his element, where else was a necromancer more powerful? People started caring again, not for Jey’s sake, but because he was a good soldier. He brought “glory” from afar. He was so good, in fact that they decided to advance him in ranks. And then they realized Jey wasn’t so good at it after all. He was good at his magic, and at fighter. But the whole solder thing never came easily. He’d grown up alone, doing his own thing. He disliked living in such close proximity with other people, he disliked the strict orders and the mindless, pompous nationalistic loyalty he was supposed to show at all times. After a while Jey got tired and decided he was going to leave. The Nimrods didn’t really like that. They called it desertion and branded him a traitor. Jey became an outlaw, theoretically on the run. He used his family’s influence, much to their displeasure, to stay a step in front of the military, who to be honest didn’t care that much about one lost soldier. Instead of returning to live with his relative Jey became a mercenary. Surprisingly it wasn’t very hard to find work, especially when war broke out. During the war Jey met Geoffrey, the ambitious Patron of the St. Augustine’s. It was quite obvious to Jey who was going to come out on top, so he chose the winning side. He has no especially strong ties to Geoffrey, but he’s a good fighter who’s shown his willing to put his energies into fighting for the Emperor, so he’s given nobody reason to doubt his loyalty either. It’s a win-win situation in Jey’s view. Geoffrey gets his power and Jey gains standing, and, to an extent, security and power. He’s the man standing behind the Emperor. Nobody else could say that. And his family’s horror that he’d “betrayed” them to side with the tyrant was just the cherry on top. Jey grew up alone and it made him cynical and cold. He grew up with death, and was trained to kill as soon as he left home, and that pretty much squished any good morals he might have had. Jey’s grown to like danger and fighting, he’s grown to enjoy intimidating people. He does what he wants now, and has fun being an asshole. Jey understands that some people think he’s just as insane as the King, for voluntarily choosing to serve him. To those people Jey will give a shrug and another of his fake smiles and say maybe they’re right. But he doesn’t give a crap who he serves. He pretty much doesn’t give a crap about anything, let alone what people think of him. He’s befriend the people he finds interesting, and doesn’t waste time being polite or politically correct to people he doesn’t care about. He spends most of his time lazing around behind Geoffrey and being a sarcastic shit who makes sure that his voice is just loud enough that everybody can hear his “muttered” comments just fine.
Worship: Lectum,
Weapon: pretty much any projectile, Jey has no attachment to a particular weapon.
Species: human
Gender: male
Rank: Guard of the Emperor
Mancer: necromancer
Level of Mancy: Quaternary
Loyalty: Imperium, you'd think
Bio: Jey was a prodigy as a child. His mother’s little genius. His family was so proud of him. And then his parents were killed and nobody cared if creepy Jey was good at magic or not. His relatives found him distasteful. He was moody and needy and grief-stricken. His grandmother took him in out of pity. She gave him a home and nice clothes and hired tutors for him, but his family gave him no love or companionship. In fact they avoided him. A necromancer with a dead family caused whispers and rumors that made nobody want to get close to him. It’s safe to say Jey did not have a healthy childhood. H grew up creepy and lonely. He had no way to deal with the loss or the guilt of being the only one left alive. His relatives were all too scared to show much affection, and that only made it worse. He lived a sad childhood full of worried glances and whispers that fell silent when he entered the room. If he’s asked about that time Jey’ll give a fake grin and fake laugh and say “Oh yes, it was delightful.” And change the subject. As soon as Jey thought he looked old enough to pass as an adult he ran away, to the one place he figured he’d fit in just fine. He joined the military. They thought he was weird, a mancer from a rich family, already highly trained wanted to become a soldier? But he was good at it. War was his element, where else was a necromancer more powerful? People started caring again, not for Jey’s sake, but because he was a good soldier. He brought “glory” from afar. He was so good, in fact that they decided to advance him in ranks. And then they realized Jey wasn’t so good at it after all. He was good at his magic, and at fighter. But the whole solder thing never came easily. He’d grown up alone, doing his own thing. He disliked living in such close proximity with other people, he disliked the strict orders and the mindless, pompous nationalistic loyalty he was supposed to show at all times. After a while Jey got tired and decided he was going to leave. The Nimrods didn’t really like that. They called it desertion and branded him a traitor. Jey became an outlaw, theoretically on the run. He used his family’s influence, much to their displeasure, to stay a step in front of the military, who to be honest didn’t care that much about one lost soldier. Instead of returning to live with his relative Jey became a mercenary. Surprisingly it wasn’t very hard to find work, especially when war broke out. During the war Jey met Geoffrey, the ambitious Patron of the St. Augustine’s. It was quite obvious to Jey who was going to come out on top, so he chose the winning side. He has no especially strong ties to Geoffrey, but he’s a good fighter who’s shown his willing to put his energies into fighting for the Emperor, so he’s given nobody reason to doubt his loyalty either. It’s a win-win situation in Jey’s view. Geoffrey gets his power and Jey gains standing, and, to an extent, security and power. He’s the man standing behind the Emperor. Nobody else could say that. And his family’s horror that he’d “betrayed” them to side with the tyrant was just the cherry on top. Jey grew up alone and it made him cynical and cold. He grew up with death, and was trained to kill as soon as he left home, and that pretty much squished any good morals he might have had. Jey’s grown to like danger and fighting, he’s grown to enjoy intimidating people. He does what he wants now, and has fun being an asshole. Jey understands that some people think he’s just as insane as the King, for voluntarily choosing to serve him. To those people Jey will give a shrug and another of his fake smiles and say maybe they’re right. But he doesn’t give a crap who he serves. He pretty much doesn’t give a crap about anything, let alone what people think of him. He’s befriend the people he finds interesting, and doesn’t waste time being polite or politically correct to people he doesn’t care about. He spends most of his time lazing around behind Geoffrey and being a sarcastic shit who makes sure that his voice is just loud enough that everybody can hear his “muttered” comments just fine.
Peatr Daramin
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Age: 25
Worship: Pollentia, Sensus
Weapon: swords, to an extent
Species: human
Gender: male
Rank: Consul
Mancer: Alchemist
Level of Mancy: Tertiary
Loyalty: The State of Nyx
Bio: It’s hard to tell Peatr was ever a trouble maker. He’s worked to build and maintain the suave image that he is known for throughout the state, as a political and their leader. Peatr is polite to everybody, always willing to stop for a quick word, or offer a sympathetic smile. He’s firm in his ideals, but never confrontational, a kind leader. That is what Peatr needs to be known for. He needs people to trust him and like him. He needs their support so that they will not question it when he orders and execution or an attack or when a political opponent retires unexpectedly. To closer friends Peatr is picky and a bit of a perfectionism. He’s very organized and wants things planned out just so. He’s very detail oriented and has an opinion on everything. To his friends he’ll act like a mother hen and will try to dispense advice about many things. Peater knows just how important details are. He was raised as a politician, and he’s good at it, and you can’t be a good politician without being careful. He’s a snake wearing silk and a kind smile. Not to say that he’s evil, just that he’s manipulative, as is necessary for his job. All the people who shake his hand and compliment him on being so empathetic know that he did not become the consul because he was nice. And he didn’t do it because of his families influence either. Peatr made his own path and he did it to help the people of the state, but also for his own sake. Peatr’s parents prepared him for a political career, but as a child he didn’t care about state jobs. He wanted to become a military general instead. Wars and fights always interested him more. He wanted to be a hero, not a figurehead. He was much rougher and crueler as a child. Not the sweet gentlemen his parents wished for. When he was introduced to the Chester family he fell in with Rasiel, the oldest brother and the bully. Peatr soon learned that they were not nearly as alike as he thought. He started to hate the fights that Rasiel pressured him into starting and how cruelly the other boy treated everybody, including himself. Their differences grew and their friendship turned into battle. Rasiel was Peatr’s first opponent and he taught him much, as they grew. Peatr turned against Rasiel and started to protect his victims. He sided with Rasiel’s younger brothers Shax and Belphegor, to spite him. And to his surprise he found an actual friends in Shax. They became very close and eventually Peatr turned his attention totally away from Rasiel. He and Shax understood each other and Peatr could trust him. There was more tension between him and Bel, especially after he killed Rasiel. Peartr still has mixed feelings about that. (So he still calls him Belphegor, a childhood tease.) Peatr missed Shax very much when he left, but instead of anything else he applied himself whole heatedly to his studies. He practiced his smiles in the mirror and charmed people and worked his way up the political ladder so that he would be the next consul. He knew Bel or Shax were next in line after Dane, so he made sure it would be Shax and himself, so they could be reunited again. And having power over the state wasn’t a small part in his ambition either. And it worked because here he is, ruling beside Shax.
Worship: Pollentia, Sensus
Weapon: swords, to an extent
Species: human
Gender: male
Rank: Consul
Mancer: Alchemist
Level of Mancy: Tertiary
Loyalty: The State of Nyx
Bio: It’s hard to tell Peatr was ever a trouble maker. He’s worked to build and maintain the suave image that he is known for throughout the state, as a political and their leader. Peatr is polite to everybody, always willing to stop for a quick word, or offer a sympathetic smile. He’s firm in his ideals, but never confrontational, a kind leader. That is what Peatr needs to be known for. He needs people to trust him and like him. He needs their support so that they will not question it when he orders and execution or an attack or when a political opponent retires unexpectedly. To closer friends Peatr is picky and a bit of a perfectionism. He’s very organized and wants things planned out just so. He’s very detail oriented and has an opinion on everything. To his friends he’ll act like a mother hen and will try to dispense advice about many things. Peater knows just how important details are. He was raised as a politician, and he’s good at it, and you can’t be a good politician without being careful. He’s a snake wearing silk and a kind smile. Not to say that he’s evil, just that he’s manipulative, as is necessary for his job. All the people who shake his hand and compliment him on being so empathetic know that he did not become the consul because he was nice. And he didn’t do it because of his families influence either. Peatr made his own path and he did it to help the people of the state, but also for his own sake. Peatr’s parents prepared him for a political career, but as a child he didn’t care about state jobs. He wanted to become a military general instead. Wars and fights always interested him more. He wanted to be a hero, not a figurehead. He was much rougher and crueler as a child. Not the sweet gentlemen his parents wished for. When he was introduced to the Chester family he fell in with Rasiel, the oldest brother and the bully. Peatr soon learned that they were not nearly as alike as he thought. He started to hate the fights that Rasiel pressured him into starting and how cruelly the other boy treated everybody, including himself. Their differences grew and their friendship turned into battle. Rasiel was Peatr’s first opponent and he taught him much, as they grew. Peatr turned against Rasiel and started to protect his victims. He sided with Rasiel’s younger brothers Shax and Belphegor, to spite him. And to his surprise he found an actual friends in Shax. They became very close and eventually Peatr turned his attention totally away from Rasiel. He and Shax understood each other and Peatr could trust him. There was more tension between him and Bel, especially after he killed Rasiel. Peartr still has mixed feelings about that. (So he still calls him Belphegor, a childhood tease.) Peatr missed Shax very much when he left, but instead of anything else he applied himself whole heatedly to his studies. He practiced his smiles in the mirror and charmed people and worked his way up the political ladder so that he would be the next consul. He knew Bel or Shax were next in line after Dane, so he made sure it would be Shax and himself, so they could be reunited again. And having power over the state wasn’t a small part in his ambition either. And it worked because here he is, ruling beside Shax.
Prince Ivory Valentino
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Age: 11
Gender: male
Height: 4’6’’
Weight: 75
Race: Draconica
Weapons and abilities: Part human, part dragon. It’s his curse and his blessing. Sometimes he can feel the power inside him, waiting to explode. While smaller parts of that power emerge: tolerance to heat and cold, minimal control over fire. But Ivory’s greatest weapon is his mind. He’s a fast learner and perceptive. He’s a quiet watcher and a thinker. He’s a budding scientist and tactician. He detests sweat and pain, and despite his mother’s best attempts he remains an abominable fighter. He has kept himself strong enough to run or swim a few miles, but his best defense would be diplomacy, or hiding.
Personality: Ivory is calm and collected. He’s hardly a child anymore, not because he was forced to grow up fast, but because he could. He sees and understand far more than anybody would guess and it’s easy to underestimate him. Ivory is open minded and curious. He’s seen a lot and learned to take it in stride. He seems too quiet and solitary to be a leader material, but he will make a good king one day. Solitude is a treat for him, not a necessity. He thinks too much not to talk to other people about his ideas. While Ivory is reserved, he’s not aloof. He’ll listen to anyone and he’d always rather have a few close friends than a pack of courtiers following him around. He’s watchful, but not untrusting and he doesn’t make a big deal over things. He has a few close friends who he trusts and loves unconditionally, but with everybody else he’s much more relaxed. He’s calm and polite with strangers or royal guests, and unexpectedly kind with those who need it. Ivory is sharp. He sees the big picture. While he can be cynical and cold usually he’s not. The ends justify the means, but he’s willing to stop and look at the little things, to consider the lives that will be impacted. Ivory will try to do what is best for the people, and not just the majority. He’s confident in himself and in his intelligence and he knows he can find the best solution. He’ll be a scholar, not a warrior. Because, battles are won by soldiers, but war are won by tacticians. He won’t be the one who leads his army into any battles, but he’ll be the first with the solution to a problem. He’s not much like his mother, and he never knew his father, but that never bothered him. Ivory is his own person. His own quiet, attentive little person. Ivory is steady, predictable. If you get to know him he’s not hard to understand. And Ivory has many more years to grow and learn ahead of him before he takes the crown.
The Rest: Ivory Valentino doesn’t look like the crown prince. He doesn’t look like much at all. He’s so average. Height, build, skin tone are all so normal. His hair is a soft brown and his eyes a glittering hazel. If there is anything that will catch your attention it will be his wide, alert eyes. They take everything in from behind the fringe of his bangs. They tell you that he understands. Ivory is easy to overlook. He’s not the center of attention, or a mischievous prankster. He’s not a runaway adventurer in denial. He’s the one sitting in the corner with a book on his lap taking everything in between pages, noting who to trust and who’s lying. Ivory is good looking in a subtle way. When he’s genuinely happy his smile is infectious. The boy prince is cute and bright in his own way. Ivory grew up in the palace, running down the halls and climbing the bookcases in the library. He knows every room and corridor and secret passage, he can recognize the maid and cooks and guards. Ivory is more open a person than you’d think. He’s comfortable with the palace workers and friends with some of the peasants. Ivory grew up hearing stories. When he was younger he listened endlessly to Evereign, the favorite of his tutors. He has heard and seen about his mother’s past over and over. He's seen the burned ruins of the old palace and listened to family still grieving over the loss of a loved one. He’s seen the assassination attempts and even been a victim of them. He’s been to the trials where they are sentenced to execution or exile. And he’s formed his own thoughts and judgment. He won’t say if he approves or not, it isn’t his place to do so and it would change nothing. Some things are not as complicated as they seem, and some things are much simpler. Ivory has spent hours in the library or sitting beside mages, teaching himself about the deadly powers hidden inside him. They are the one thing he will never admit to being afraid of. Because he doesn’t understand them. He doesn’t know what will happen or how he will handle it. A king should not have such an unpredictable, deadly secret. Part of him never wants his powers to awaken. He just wants to ignore them, to be able to procrastinate this one thing. But the other half of him wants the transformation to happen now. If he just knew what would happen, he could learn to control it. Not knowing drives him crazy. It’s why he’s made it his mission to know everything else. He isn’t a control freak but he would always rather has control and organization, and as prince, he knows that will be within his power to make. He’s different, but it’s a difference to make you proud. To make his mother and Evereign and Valentino proud. To give them confidence in the future.
Gender: male
Height: 4’6’’
Weight: 75
Race: Draconica
Weapons and abilities: Part human, part dragon. It’s his curse and his blessing. Sometimes he can feel the power inside him, waiting to explode. While smaller parts of that power emerge: tolerance to heat and cold, minimal control over fire. But Ivory’s greatest weapon is his mind. He’s a fast learner and perceptive. He’s a quiet watcher and a thinker. He’s a budding scientist and tactician. He detests sweat and pain, and despite his mother’s best attempts he remains an abominable fighter. He has kept himself strong enough to run or swim a few miles, but his best defense would be diplomacy, or hiding.
Personality: Ivory is calm and collected. He’s hardly a child anymore, not because he was forced to grow up fast, but because he could. He sees and understand far more than anybody would guess and it’s easy to underestimate him. Ivory is open minded and curious. He’s seen a lot and learned to take it in stride. He seems too quiet and solitary to be a leader material, but he will make a good king one day. Solitude is a treat for him, not a necessity. He thinks too much not to talk to other people about his ideas. While Ivory is reserved, he’s not aloof. He’ll listen to anyone and he’d always rather have a few close friends than a pack of courtiers following him around. He’s watchful, but not untrusting and he doesn’t make a big deal over things. He has a few close friends who he trusts and loves unconditionally, but with everybody else he’s much more relaxed. He’s calm and polite with strangers or royal guests, and unexpectedly kind with those who need it. Ivory is sharp. He sees the big picture. While he can be cynical and cold usually he’s not. The ends justify the means, but he’s willing to stop and look at the little things, to consider the lives that will be impacted. Ivory will try to do what is best for the people, and not just the majority. He’s confident in himself and in his intelligence and he knows he can find the best solution. He’ll be a scholar, not a warrior. Because, battles are won by soldiers, but war are won by tacticians. He won’t be the one who leads his army into any battles, but he’ll be the first with the solution to a problem. He’s not much like his mother, and he never knew his father, but that never bothered him. Ivory is his own person. His own quiet, attentive little person. Ivory is steady, predictable. If you get to know him he’s not hard to understand. And Ivory has many more years to grow and learn ahead of him before he takes the crown.
The Rest: Ivory Valentino doesn’t look like the crown prince. He doesn’t look like much at all. He’s so average. Height, build, skin tone are all so normal. His hair is a soft brown and his eyes a glittering hazel. If there is anything that will catch your attention it will be his wide, alert eyes. They take everything in from behind the fringe of his bangs. They tell you that he understands. Ivory is easy to overlook. He’s not the center of attention, or a mischievous prankster. He’s not a runaway adventurer in denial. He’s the one sitting in the corner with a book on his lap taking everything in between pages, noting who to trust and who’s lying. Ivory is good looking in a subtle way. When he’s genuinely happy his smile is infectious. The boy prince is cute and bright in his own way. Ivory grew up in the palace, running down the halls and climbing the bookcases in the library. He knows every room and corridor and secret passage, he can recognize the maid and cooks and guards. Ivory is more open a person than you’d think. He’s comfortable with the palace workers and friends with some of the peasants. Ivory grew up hearing stories. When he was younger he listened endlessly to Evereign, the favorite of his tutors. He has heard and seen about his mother’s past over and over. He's seen the burned ruins of the old palace and listened to family still grieving over the loss of a loved one. He’s seen the assassination attempts and even been a victim of them. He’s been to the trials where they are sentenced to execution or exile. And he’s formed his own thoughts and judgment. He won’t say if he approves or not, it isn’t his place to do so and it would change nothing. Some things are not as complicated as they seem, and some things are much simpler. Ivory has spent hours in the library or sitting beside mages, teaching himself about the deadly powers hidden inside him. They are the one thing he will never admit to being afraid of. Because he doesn’t understand them. He doesn’t know what will happen or how he will handle it. A king should not have such an unpredictable, deadly secret. Part of him never wants his powers to awaken. He just wants to ignore them, to be able to procrastinate this one thing. But the other half of him wants the transformation to happen now. If he just knew what would happen, he could learn to control it. Not knowing drives him crazy. It’s why he’s made it his mission to know everything else. He isn’t a control freak but he would always rather has control and organization, and as prince, he knows that will be within his power to make. He’s different, but it’s a difference to make you proud. To make his mother and Evereign and Valentino proud. To give them confidence in the future.
Reo and Kane Knightly
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They were never the older or the youngest or the very best. They stood out for their pale white hair more than for their skills with a gun or a sword. They were fine, admirable even at their chosen skills. Kane specialized in swordsmanship and close range combat. Reo specialized at long range weapons, sniping. Both were groomed as tacticians so that they could fulfill expectations that they would become leaders in the military. For twenty two years they followed that path, learning alongside their older brother and younger sister, taking orders from their father. Despite what they achieved Reen was never satisfied with his sons. They were the nephews of the Sire. Much was expected of them, and it wasn’t going to be easy. If they hoped to ever amount to anything, he told them, they had to match and surpass their cousins. They grumbled to themselves, and fought, taking their frustrations out on each other instead of on their father and the family that seemed to trap them. But it didn’t break them apart. To the rest of the world they presented confident smiles. Reo and Kane have always worked like that, together. They might have almost daily disagreements, they might be so furious it takes them a day to even look at each other again, but they will always stay together. They are like two parts of one being and nobody else can quite tell how much they play off each other. They still take pride, like they did when they were young, in confusing others. Sometimes it was lonely. They had no few close friends because it was hard for others to work around the fact that there were two of them. Neither could have a normal “best friends” relationship, because the other brother was always too close. They pushed people away without realizing it. And even each other company was not solace enough. They weren’t really friends, they were two sides of a coin. They were family, they were part of each other. Even if they would always be closer to each other than to anybody else, they weren’t friends. It was deeper than that. They didn’t stick together because they liked each other’s company or personality. They didn’t even have to bother being very friendly to each other. It wasn’t really love that bound them. It was something more subconscious. Even when they were put into action they stayed close. Kane was the fighter on the ground and Reo covered his back and stood lookout. They protected each other. Reo took enemies out before they could get close, and when they did get close, Kane stepped in. Reo was never very good at hand-to hand. He was always rather disdainful, saying it was sweaty, dirty work. But that weakness was their downfall. It was just a regular fight, but the enemy got too close. Kane was distracted fighting his own battle and Reo didn’t stand a chance. He escaped with his life intact, but not his body. One of his arms was badly injured, as was his back and he lost his left leg. He was done. Even after he emerged successful from painful surgeries and rehabilitation, there was no way he was going back. Reo had given enough for a dream that wasn’t his and didn’t matter to him. He rebelled against their fathers plan, and the strict order of the military that forced him to sacrifice himself and follow orders. So Kane was done as well. Reen didn’t take to kindly to that idea. It was not a pretty fight and it left bitterness that the twins and their father would carry for years. After that Reo and Kane had no choice but to leave then, and if their father ever caught them returning there would be hell to pay. Kane and Reo left to travel, trying to find another life when they had never known another way. It didn’t help that Kane soon earned a reputation as a fighter and a criminal, and he had to fight even more to protect uncoordinated Reo in close range. The situation wears on both of their nerves. Reo is bitter with the situation and his handicaps. He hates being so useless, and having to rely on Kane. He hates feeling subservient while Kane is tired and stressed form taking care of them and annoyed at the lack of gratitude. But they both understand each other so they have come to a silent agreement not to talk about it. Instead they take their frustrations out in different ways. They are always snapping at each other. Anyone overhearing a conversation would think they have each other. They have been traveling looking for jobs, but they have to be choosy. They can’t end up in a position where they’d have to fight against their own family and military. It’s especially hard for Reo who can’t even take on mercenary jobs. He used to be the one with the information who gave the orders to the troops, but he has yet to regain the grace that make his a good spy. Reo and Kane have always acted similar. Kane was always a little feistier than his brother. He though less before he acted and started more fights, hence his interest in closer combat. Reo was a little more at ease with people, a little less awkward. He talked more, when Kane wouldn’t know what to say, and he was a little calmer, but the differences between the brothers was slight. It was only notice very much by the brothers themselves, and their closest family and few friends. Their older brother Brian was always more of a friend than a brother. They got along well, maybe because the twins already had a brother in each other. They were more removed from Briar, so they could be closer in a different sense. They always felt a little bit like intruders into their group of friends. The others were closer to each other than to either of the twins, and they didn’t need Kane or Reo to get on just fine. But they weren’t outcasts. Reo and Kane were funny and well liked, even if they were never the center of attention. They were pleasant enough people to the outside world, and their appearance didn’t hurt. They look identical to each other, but almost nothing like their father or older brother. They have the same dark green eyes and tanned skin, but their features are different and their white hair completes the effect. Nobody would guess that they and Brian have the same parents. Nobody knows where the silver blond hair came from either. It’s thick and soft, grown long in the year that the brothers haven’t been at the military. Kanes is shorter than Reo’s so it doesn’t get in his way when he fights. Reo doesn’t really have to worry abbot that so his is nearly shoulder length. It’s usually in a ponytail under his hood. Both brothers are of medium height. Reo used to be taller, but he stands more slumped now so it’s hard to tell. They both keep in reasonable good shape, especially Kane. Reo is getting stronger as his back heals and he’s able to do more. Thankfully the injury to his back wasn’t nearly as bad as the ones to his arm or leg. It rarely pains him anymore, which makes moving easier. In the time since they’ve left Reo has been attempting to find another use for himself. He’s been reading and question and researching. He always dealt more with tactics and information and more intellectual fighting than Kane did and that’s the path he’s going to follow. He’s even thought of magic, but he knows nothing of it and it’s far too risky to learn. What matters is that he has Kanes support and protection. Kane is the same steady force. He’ll keep them going and stay with Reo till the end.
Nikorin
Nikorin has been one of the richest people in the room since the day he was born. But he's long since "outgrown" being a paragon of micro-fasion with a butler and a bodyguard to call him "young master" and attend to his every need. Instead, he decided he needs to be independent and "cool," despite the fact that he still wears the most recent fashion, bought with his fathers credit card and hasn't been in more than one real fist fight ever. He doesn't need to have though, because if Nikorin is anything, he's an actor. Forget about the richest boy, he's always the most dramatic boy in the room. (He's a dramatic trashcan child no matter what he says). He's classy about it though, in a way that makes people like him, well most people. He's jovial with the dudes and sappy sweet with the girls, or any guest. Nikorin definitely has the "rich boy" vibe going. Not snobby, per se, just high class and a little demanding. He only likes blue snowcones. Nikorin keeps his grades up, so he's not exactly stupid, but he can be oblivious about things. He can never remember dates, be them connected to historical battles or birthdays, and when he gets frustrated or mad, or sad or happy, or whenever, he'll be very loud and probably start crying. In an attrictive way of course, he'll say, but still dramatic. The flair for acting and his "casual" thousand- dollar-outfit-personal-beautician good looks (and the perfect skin that his sedentary lifestyle has left him with) make Nikorin a hit with the ladies (and the dudes and the immortal aliens. Everyone really, as he'll tell you). Which is perfect because Nikorin is the president (overlord) of the host club. He started it for personal reasons, but he's hot and a fab actor, so who actually cares that his biggest concern is not to "see the smiles on the faces of ever princess" blah blah blah. Actually, Nikorin is much more concerned with his own happiness, but that happens comes from all the attention he gets so their no real conflict. And the attention is just the second reason he started the club. Nikorin was engaged as a child to the daughter of an Australian cruse line CEO and he's decided that is absolutely not what he wants. He doesn't want to become a CEO or a lawyer or a doctor either, so he doesn't see why breaking off the engagement is a problem. He just plans to mooch of of his parents and older siblings until a talent or modeling agency scouts him. He doesn't think it should be long now. Nikorin figured that becoming a host was the most promiscuous thing he could do without getting into trouble, and maybe that would get the wedding called off. Despite his reasons, Nikorin is very serious about his host club; a true actor follows through. That, and his inadvertent recruitment of a certain younger sister has made him the nemesis of the president of the assassins club. Their rocky relationship has sucked both clubs into a rivalry that Nikorin loves to gripe about. Bran Sanders in the most annoying asshole who ever walked the planet and Nikorin cannot stop thinking about how much he hates the guy.
Melara and Evryel Jete
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Twins. Evryel is a boy and Melara is the girl, but unlike most other twins with a boy and a girl, they are identical, the only difference are that Melara's hair is longer and she is slimmer and 3 inches shorter than her brother. Both have creamy skin, and bright blue eyes. Melaras hair is brown, it is just an inch shorter than holders length, but in Melara's, are streaks of pure red, it is obviously not a natural hair color, for anyone but her. When you tilt your head the red seams to move, at first it is on the edge, but then it is on the side, giving the appearance that her hair is reflecting the light, and that's what turns it red. Evrels hair is lighter than his sisters, in the summer it is almost blond in low light their eyes glow, or reflect the light, like a cats eyes, for that what they are, the eyes of a predatory cat. For twins they get along very well, they almost never fight although that may be due to the fact that they know each other thoughts, it’s not that they are telepathic, but just that their minds are so similar that they think the same thoughts at the same time, thou this doesn't mean the act the same .Both are tall, though Melara is not a big as her brother, both are lithe and graceful. Melara isn't very strong, but then she doesn't have to be, Evryel is strong for her. Melara is the faster one, being smaller she is more agile. Melara is the more outgoing of the two, if you don’t treat her right she can turn into a snob. She is lofty and sarcastic she never knows when to keep her mouth shut, it seems and she doesn't care if she's rude. It’s the same way in a battle, she has a big temper and if someone gets her mad she doesn't care if their hurt.it seems like with an enemy she has no compassion,. It’s simple to her, if you stand against her, you go down. For this reason any betrayal would hit her twice as hard as her brother. And if you betrayed her she would have you forever Melara seems like she is not frightened of anything, and really she isn't, to her there is nothing to be afraid of, when her brother is at her side. She is also determined, when she sets her mind on something nothing can stop her. Everyone who knows her agrees that she is the most stubborn person they know. Melara is wary of trusting people, but when she trusts them, then she trust them with everything even her broths life witch is the post precious thing to her, she values him even above herself. Evryel is quieter, more bookish. He is the thinker, though he is not as outgoing as his sister, he is just as fierce of brave. Though he is polite and listens, only talking at the best time. He is steadier than Melara, while she could be compared to fire, he would be ice. Evryel is steady and calm he is not as excitable as his sister, though he does have a temper, and if you make him mad, then he can be your worst fear. He’s sort of the leader of the two, even though he seems like the lesser. His sister listens and respects his words, he listens to her too, but Evryel knows she is compulsive and she jumps into things without looking, whereas Evryel thinks before he does anything. In a fight, he is not the strongest, but he is strong enough for the two of them, and still more agile than most of their opponents. Though Melara is the kind to flit from thing to thing, if Evryel finds something worthy, he will keep it for life. He is like his sister in this way. He is stubborn just like her. Both are very attractive, Melara is just as beautiful as any elf, the way she does things, is Flashy, while Evryel, is just as handsome, he is kinder. But though they may flirt, it is an unspoken decision that they dont need a mate, they are the only partners they will ever need. The two of them are not elves nor humans, though they are just as beautiful as any elf, their features don’t have the definite elf-like sharpens. If you ask them about this, they will not give you an answer in fact. Though neither are particularly aggressive, if you ask about their past both will become sharp and guarded, no one not even their closest friend will find out anything about their past. Both have traits of their true heritage; the way they handle magic, to them it is completely different from the way elves and humans do, but only if you look closely will you see a slight difference, because, the way they use it looks so similar. Also their bond with animals, it seems like there are always animals around. They can talk to animals easier than a human or elf, and get most of them to do what they say. This is because their minds are so totally different form an elves or humans, if it had to be compared to anything, one would say it was slightly similar to a dragons mind. The place they use to live in is as different as another world, and for all they know, it could be. They were born the children of a lord, but they did not want a life of luxury, or being royal, so together they ran away. they lived in another country and worked as sorcerers, but one day one of their spells transported them away, Melara and Evryel have speculated that they traveled through the world boarders into a parallel universe.it would explain why, sometimes Evryel hears whispers, sometimes he can make out a word or two, but mostly not. Whatever happened, they soon learned to fit in and nobody ever suspected a ting. The two are not afraid of commitment. They will pledge themselves to a cause, and see it through, for like elves, they are very long lived, and still have hundreds of years after they are finished with any one thing. Though they are twins they are still a boy and a girl, and so have some differences, but they will always be together.
Jeynar Pyron
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So, you wish to know about Jey? And why should I tell you? If you were anyone who needed to know, you would have already been told? Oh, you’re new are you? Hmm, well in that case, I guess I might be able to tell you a little bit. Not that you should mention this to anyone, got? I am more than capable of silencing you if I think it is needed. I’m not surprised that you asked about Jey. Everyone know the name of our king, but only royals and those who live in the palace really know who he is. If there should be anyone that everyone knows, it should be the person who rules, us, don’t you think? His is one of the youngest kings we have had in a while, and I dare say, he will grow to be one of the very best in history. He may not be as powerful or skilled now, but he his skills are still considerable, when you look at how new he is. He is rather inconspicuous, at first glance, but then it's sort of to be expected Royal blood doesn’t make someone look different on the outside. You have to remember that with his history, just to have stayed alive this long he has to be good, or very lucky. Even so, seeing Jey, especially for the first time there is nothing in particular about him that will catch your eye, at a first glance, but look closer, and you'll see that he's much more than that. He’s not just another normal person, he’s a king. His hair is a dark blond, except for when it catches the light and turns gold. The cut of his hair is normal, except for the fact that it’s always untidy, as if he hasn’t combed it for a day or two, which he probably hasn’t, for that matter. His eyes are a little odder in their color that his hair. His eyes a light amber, that catches attention and holds your gaze. They're almost always sparkling with mischief, but if they aren't you’ll still be able to tell what he's feeling. His eyes are unguarded, unless he is trying to hide what he is feeling, but even so, you will have to look hard for a true meaning. You see, Jays eyes are those of a cat, with no whites. They can be narrowed in pleasure or anger, or wide in surprise or happiness. Unlike some people, you will rarely find Jey in a grumpy mood, that doesn’t mean he is happy all the time, nobody can do that, but if he’s not happy then he will be angry, or just hide it. It’s still easy to like Jey, it would be even if he was ugly, with his charm and bright smile, but Jey is far from ugly. Hems a lot better looking than almost all of the men here, especially the hard faced warriors, so he stand out, with his sharp, elegant features, but I’m not sure he knows it. Even if he doesn't the girls do. Of course, no one’s told him. Hems the elite. Our King. We’re just the regular people down here, doing our work and hoping someone doesn't kill us. Jay’s medium in height. There are some taller than him, some shorter. Hems not one of those skinny guys -his build is about average- but he looks kind of small next to those huge hulks, especially after he throws them around like stuffed animals. Or orders them around with just a flick of his fingers. Not all of his strength is physical, which is something some find hard to believe after seeing what he can do. Hems very intelligent, as well and stubborn. If Jey doesn’t want to bother to go out there and beat someone up he can put his mind to it and come up with some strategy to crush an opponent just as easily without lifting a finger. Jey is polite enough. More polite than most of us can manage. Do you know how hard it is to keep your temper when some pratty noble is screaming at you for something that doesn’t matter and is not even your fault? To the rest of us though he isn’t really outspoken, certainly not rude. He just doesn’t say a lot to us. I mean, what is there to say, “Hey Jey. How’s your day? Oh, right, you spent it directing a war.” Um, no. If there is something he wants us to know, though, he’s not going to keep quiet. He’ll say what he thinks needs to be said, when he thinks they need to be said, never mind what anyone else things. After all, even if they have a problem with it, what are they going to do about it? Challenge him to a duel? Not unless they have a death wish. Jay’s nice to most people, most people if they aren’t a threat, I should say. He will be, unless he has a good reason not to. He is a good leader. He has that trained leadership that other royals have. Jey is not one to judge a person before he knows them. Though, once he knows someone, you are going to have you hands full trying to change his mind about them. Or about anything for that matter. It’s a good idea never to get on Jey's bad side. He never forgets a grudge, he has a very good memory and the skills and authority to make your life misery. Jey is someone who is someone worth your respect. Not because he can be dangerous if you don’t (though he can) or because he has born the son of a King, but simply because he’s earned it. Though Jey may seem it sometimes, he isn’t laid back or shy or anything, he certainly isn’t submissive. He just does a good job of hiding his emotion when he wants to. Hems not one of those people where all you get is a stone wall all the time. You see his emotion most of the time. Or do you? Instead of hiding all emotion whatsoever he camouflages it. When he’s really bursting with excitement you’ll think he’s sleeping and he can look happy when he’s really very sad. Of course he doesn’t keep up the charade all the time. With the people he trusts he talks freely, he can be very opinionated. And just because he doesn’t show it doesn’t mean he doesn’t have a temper. There are few things that you can do that he will not forgive; trying to hurt his good friends and his family. I suggest you don’t ever try it. It’s not a good idea to have Jey mad at you. Even all those important people should watch out when he’s like that. I doubt anything short of an avalanche could even throw a wrench into his engine when he’s mad. Other than that, he won’t rush into things. He’ll stop to think first, even though he can think on his feet if he needs to. He can seem like he’s just jumping into things, but he’ll always have a plan, and a good one. Otherwise someone could end up dead without him even meaning to kill them with his skills. That someone could be an opponent or someone very close to him. Even so, he is a less uptight and vigilant than you might think he would be. You would think that it would have been pounded into him with all his other training. He just doesn’t think he needs to pay all the attention that someone else would need to because whatever situation he gets into, he can get out of it. With all his thinking, Jey is incredibly smart, cunning and tricky. It is almost impossible to trick or confuse Jey and the moment he realized you did you better watch out! Jey is someone you want on your side, for more than one reason. You must know by now, but Jey is one of the best fighters I have ever seen. Sword, bow, staff, spear, gun, anything. Unless you’re a master, you can bet he is going to beat you. Only what was expected of him, right? Being the amazing person he is. If it’s not enough that he can cross some of the senior warriors in battle and stay alive long enough to blink, I’ve personally seen him best them. I’ve also seen them best him at one time or another, but still. He focused all of his energy on learning combat. If that can’t give you an idea of his skill that you’ll just have to watch him fight, see it yourself. And it’s not just with a weapons. Jey is the King of the Sinha, and a King of cats he is. You may not have heard me talk much about his being a were, but that’s because it’s just something that’s taken for granted. Jey is a cat. If you watch closely he has many traits that are reminiscent of a cat. For a great cat he is. Jey’s brother and his niece are white tigers as his mother and father were before them, but Jet is different He is golden. Jey is a Bengal Tiger. His coat is a rick, dark burnished orange gold. Thick and soft, hiding the many scars he has from his fights. In his cat form Jey is much more intimidation than you could have imagined. At nearly five feet at his shoulder, he is one of the biggest. His orb like amber eyes glowing with a fiery intensity that makes even the other Sinha shiver. His fangs are long and saber-sharp and his claws can slice through muscle and bone with one go. If you ever have the bad luck to meet him in battle as a cat, I suggest you run. More of his history I can tell you, that goes for the rest of him to. If you want to know more you’ll have to ask him. Even I don’t know it. I will tell you what I do know. Jey is much more resilient than anybody gives him credit for, because his past was bad, worse than anybody would guess, from his cheery personality. What actually happened is for him to tell and him alone. Heh, I can see you still have many questions. All right I will consent to tell you a little bit. You may ask two questing about my past and I will give you the important facts. After all, it is important that the people know their king. First question. You want to know how I became king do you? I suppose you would have heard there was a story behind it. I am the second son. I was never raised to be the king. I was taught fighting tactics and weaponry, to someday become a general. That is why I am so good at fighting. When my parents died my older brother Zumair became king. He reigned for seven years, enough time to marry and have two children. Then they came. They weren’t werewolves. They were too good. Trained assassins snuck into the castle and killed my brother and step sister and their son. They would have killed Tsuki to, but some premonition woke me in time to save her on that night. After that I became king, as Tsuki was not old enough and I was in line for the thrown anyway. I almost gave it up to Azia, but somehow I think my fierce sister would not be a very gently queen. Some people didn’t want me on the thrown. They said it should have gone directly to Tsuki, but I disagree. Though I may have been taught to lead an army and not the whole of Sinha. It’s just a small step away for me. And it’s in my blood. I have to say, I’ve made a better leader than Tsuki could have, as young and untaught as she was at the time. And that brings us to your second question. You asked about my family. You were wondering how such a young king could have a daughter, especially without a queen. I believe I have answered that question. Just because Tsuki isn’t my daughter doesn’t mean that she doesn’t mean anything to me. Zumair was the older brother, he was the one who Azia and I looked up to, but he was always busy, helping our parent and taking his lessons. I was the one who spent the most time with Azia and our other siblings. Heh, you haven’t heard be talk of my other brother and sister. That is because they are not here. They were sent away, for their safety after the assassination. They live away from the capital. Anyway, after Zumair died, I was the oldest one, the one in charge. I took care of my family. In the days afterword I had to had to get over me grief to help my mourning sister and heartbroken niece. When my brother and his wife died I sort of adopted Tsuki. I tried to be, well not fatherly because having never been a father I don’t think it would work, more like her older brother. I took care of her; made sure she had what she needed and was happy. She is like a precious little sister to me; I’d just as soon loose Azia as her. Both of my “sisters” are very important to me, we are our only family. I’m sure Azia would die for me and I for her. I don’t think either of us would let Tsuki into a battle, but I would die for her as well. If you’re thinking that a good way to hurt me is to hurt my sisters, think again. Azia could probably kill you myself, and if you touch either, I have the power to set the whole of the Sinha on you.
Wiren
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One word to describe Wiren? It would have to be bright, or, well, explosive obsessed psycho. Ever since he was little, whenever you asked him what he wanted to learn about when he was older, it would always be “bombs!” I’ve never seen anyone with such energy. Most of the time he’s practically bouncing off the walls. Hems different from most of the other people at the lab, both the scientists and his other hybrid friends. While they can be moody with fiery tempers, Wiren is on the opposite side of the scale. He uses his sparky energy to be happy. It takes something rather large to dampen his spirits. Even though he’s not moody he still has a big personality. When someone says explosives, anyone who has ever met him would immediately think of Wiren. He has a fire spirit. It’s that simple. And to look at him, you’d know it. His hair is a bright flaming red. Too bright to be natural in humans, it’s the first thing that catches your eyes and makes it easy to see him. It sticks up in odd spikes that make him look an extra couple inches taller than he actually is. His eyes are large in his face, making him look younger than his actual 16. His eyes are an interesting amber color, almost close to red, but they look black if you see him from far away. They are the eyes of a predator, curtsey of his coyote genes. They are one of the most noticeable feature of his that is canine. He has a sharp nose and high cheekbones, giving him a mischievous, elfish look He has other heightened physical features, and you will find his teeth are sharper than most, but at a glance, most of his traits aren’t noticeable. He’s not big for his age, but not scrawny or anything. He doesn’t depend on his strength in a fight. He uses his mini bombs and his speed to keep out of his opponents’ way. He would rather just play practical jokes on his opponent than openly face him, though. He thinks that would be too formal and boring. Any fight Wiren does get into is bound to be interesting, though. He’ll use his talents to make it as fun as he can. His idea of fun in other peoples idea of insane. He’s that kind of person. His ideas are usually pretty far-fetched. It’s not that he lacks ideas. He just lacks the means to put them into action. Or the willingness of his neighbor to let him use their shed as a rocket launcher. He’d use his own, but he’s already blown it up. He and his family were just regular people and they didn’t have the money to buy him new material and explosives every week. Consequently, he’s learned to build his own explosives from things he can get every day. Without explosives, he would be lost. Or at least he’d have to resort to lower things to play practical jokes on people. Those are the two other things you would think of when someone mentioned Wiren. Explosives and mischief. Hems one of the trickiest people you’ll find on this side of the law. Hems not going to turn into a criminal, but the way he acts? You’d think he had lessons from them. He knows slight-of-hand tricks and how to rob a person of all their valuables in two minutes flat. He can sneak in and out of a building through the upstairs window without so much as making a noise on the creaky steps. He can tell if someone is lying to him as soon as they’ve said it, but most all, he knows how to talk. He can dance around his point for hours without giving it away. He says one thing and means another completely. He knows every loop hole of the language and you will never, ever catch him making a promise. Oh, you might think he did but he’ll have slipped in some extra word, said exactly the right thing not to have actually promised you. Hems favorite technique is just talking your ear off until you don’t know what you were originally going to say. He can talk anybody around to get what he wants. They might not even notice they’re giving it to him. He has excellent natural reflexes. He can dodge or catch anything. He was never taught to fight or use a weapon, being a regular kid, but he lived near a military training center and when he could, he would sneak into the soldier’s training and watch, He’d take what he liked and practice it until he could do it perfectly. He still doesn’t know how to use any weapons other than a childhood slingshot, but he’s competent at hand-to-hand. Enough to save his life, should he get in a bad situation. Despite having the abilities of an outlaw, Weren is a strong friend. He has a kind heart and couldn’t leave anyone- a stranger he’d never seen before or his best friend- in a bad sanitation without trying to help. He would try his best to keep every promise that you did get him to make and would never leave a friend wondering and waiting. He’s always there for a friend when they need it and would never ever betray them. But if you’re an enemy, he’ll gleefully blow you up. Hems not very respectful to those in a higher position that him, maybe it comes from being experimented on by them. If any adult or scientist yells at him, he’ll just stick out his tongue. He doesn’t respect the higher ups. Oh, he would bow for them, but he would put he would put a banana peel in front of their foot and drop a spider down the back of their shirt while he was at it. But someone he did respect, someone he though deserved it, that person would get his total devotion. They would get someone who would blow anything up for them at a word. You’re wondering how such a normal kid got in here? The scientists kidnapped him when he was ten and implanted coyote DNA in him. Yes I know very fitting, the mischief maker with coyote DNA. Despite where he is, and what has happened to him, Weren tries to act normal. He was born and raised I n a normal household, and he still keeps some of that. But when the scientists put coyote DNA in him they did something to his memories. He can barely remember what his life was like before he came to the lab. He can’t remember his parents’ names, or if he had any siblings. Weren knows it’s for the better. This way be doesn’t miss them, or the outside world as much. Unlike most of the other kids he tries to act normal. Weren is not that hard to understand. He doesn’t have any deep dark secrets. You’ve just got to get to know him.
Dark Yesuom
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- His heart is black as coal. His soul is stained with spilled ink. There’s nothing left inside him but a sadistic black hole, or so it seams. You don’t even have to get to know him for you to know that. You can tell by just hearing his name: Dark. It describes him perfectly, appearance and personality. It describes the lightless ocean of emptiness that surrounds him for as far as his eyes will ever see. Nobody can really understand him, or why he is the way he is. Dark looks just like anyone would guess. Hold his gaze for more than a second and all you will see is cold sadistic cunning. But you can also see into Dark himself, if you know how to look. When you see Dark, you’ll know instinctively that this person is not human, not natural either, like a shifter or elemental. Anybody can tell that his different, and thankfully, one of a kind. Though, some might not think that. With his sharp, defined features: pointed ears, slanted eyes, sharp nose, Dark is an eye catcher. Any girl who glances at him will be drawn in by his looks. Like light into a black hole. Dark couldn’t care less what they think of him; actually, he’s rather do without his admirers. I’ll admit, its ironic, that that one of the most popular boys at the academy hates everyone, and that this pitch-black creature is blessed with such stunning looks. It would seem more befitting for him to be horribly ugly. When the many girls confess to him, he just stairs at them, unblinking with his usual expression, until they leave, embarrassed or crying. Yes, Dark has a ‘usual expression’. He will walk around, a small sarcastic smirk on his lips. His lantern like eyes watching everything, his eyebrows arched challengingly. Daring anybody he sees to say something. Though, maybe that’s what he wants, to be challenged, to have a bit of fun during the fight. Yes I said fight. You’d think he was a born warrior, the way he fights, like he could do it in his sleep. He’s perfectly suited for it too. Dark is tall, enough so that he had no trouble being imposing, but he’s not just a mass of muscle. He’s strong enough though, but lean so he’s fast as well. You should see him fight some time; it’s a bit like watching Briar, except it’s his evil shadow, not the bodyguard himself. Of course, Dark isn’t like anybody else. Well, maybe he is a shadow, of the person he use to be. But then again, maybe he was born this way. Well, one things for sure. This is who Dark is now. Soulless. He’s the worst kind of enemy, one with nothing to loose, one who doesn’t care. He won’t stop even if you threaten to kill his ally. He doesn’t care if they die or not. He’s dangerous to everybody. From what I’ve told you, you would think that Dark is cold and cruel, right? Not quite. Dark more ‘outgoing’ if you can even call it that. He likes picking fights just to be able to fight and kill his opponent. He likes getting into arguments, witch he wins. He likes playing practical jokes on people. The kind were when you walk into a room an ax falls on your head. If I were you. I would stay as far away from him as possible, like maybe in a different county.
Divial Anacord
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Werewolf, a fanged monster that goes wild at the full moon? No I don’t think so. After all, do I look like a monster? What does that have to do with this? I am a werewolf. Don't look so surprised, you’re in the Forest of Legend after all. I’m Di, Divial Anacord, descended from the first leader of the werewolves. No that doesn't make me the leader, I'm not that responsible look like on though, Like a king, it’s part of being a Were, but especially for me, it’s in my blood. My eyes are the first thing that catch your attention, they're red, right blood red, they are a predators eyes even when I'm in human form. Something about me makes me look formidable, almost evilish, and it’s true. You don’t want to mess with me, though I wouldn't say I'm all that evil. My skin is a light gold, it covers my injuries very well, giving me an even better groomed look. My hair is shoulder length and easily messed up. It’s a brown/gold/cream color. Like most Werewolves and cats I keep my ears, they are a darker grey. Unlike some of the Werewolves I don’t have a bunch of muscle, I'm strong, but I can also be fast and flexible when I need to be. I'm tall, and that helps when I'm fighting someone stronger than I am. I can make myself the center of attention, or can be almost unnoticeable. When I'm shifted, I still have about the same build. My coat is a kind of dull silvery gray, like slate, my eyes are still red. Just like my eyes seam to say, I'm a bit temperamental, I can be nice, one second, and bloodthirsty the next. Mostly I'm good, I'm usually not grumpy, but I'm not sweet and kind. I can be nice, but I'm kind of quiet, secluded. I don’t feel the need to chatter away can be describes as 'noble' when I'm acting the part, but really I'm just doing what’s right. I’m someone you can trust, if you’re good. But I'm an expert sneak, and a good liar. I'm smart, and it would be hard to get past me. I don’t have very many friends, I find some people just annoying, and some people find me to, formidable, or I dunno, kingly. I would be a good Leader, I can be patent, but I'm not all that responsible, I don’t like stuff hanging over my head. I change my mind a lot, over little things. I hate being bound in one place, I would hate to have someone relying on me, I wouldn't be able to make my own decisions, I would have to make decisions for them too, and that would limit me. Of all things, my freedom is the thing I most treasure, no power could every make me bind myself, nor anything else. But a friend that wasn't dragging on me, I would always be loyal to them, or well not exactly loyal, because that too would limit me too, but I would be a good, true friend, one you could trust. It’s unusual for someone to be so paranoid, over that, isn't it? Well I wasn't always. I was just a regular happy kid when I was little, I loved the forest, and I'd just go out and wander around, and one day I wandered right out of the Forest, into a battle, you know what it’s like out there. One of their armies captured me, and tried to get me to fight for them, as a slave, needless to say I escaped, but I've been a bit 'paranoid' ever scene. Thank you for listening, you’re a good listener, you know? You stay quiet.