Czarina Shashu Karasu
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Zara's name means Queen Archer Raven, and if that doesn't fit her, than nothing does. Zara's father was Japanese, and she does look faintly Asian, if you look closely, and she has a slight accent, though she still has the Elven look and lilting voice of her mother. Zara's mother, Utsukushi was one of the rare pure blood elves. She would have been a high ranking noble. She use to live with her parents, who were the real-if only symbolic- king and queen of a small country, but Utsukushi fell in love with a human, and even once with some power was to good enough for their daughter. They fought, and Utsukushi left them. Her mother wanted to keep Zara in the human world, but dark elves came after her only a year after Zara was born. Utsukushi fought them off, but she knew she couldnt protect her whole family, so she took her daughter and left her husband, to keep him safe. Utsukushi knew of a safe haven in the Alps, so she took her daughter to South America. She was on the Academy's doorstep when the dark elves caught up to her. They fought, and Zara watched as they killed her mother, but Utsukushi hid Zara, and the dark elves didn't find her. Zara was rescued by Mistress Secret and taken back to the academy, where she was raised. Czarina can hardly remember her short life before she came to the academy, and the school is her true home. Zara has been at the school for much longer than any of the other students, besides Mistress Secretes son. She knows almost everything about the school, which is something only some who was raised at the academy could ever do, with its twisting halls, and passageways. Zara is respected by the other students, for her knowledge. And she is treated like a senior student, which she is, though she is not nearly the oldest. So it’s only natural that she is on the student council, Zara is not the Queen, because Mistress Secrets son, being the grandson of the founder naturally 'inherited' that spot. Czarina is the ace, or vice president, though the student council basically shared the power equally. Though Zara would be a noble she has always disliked those who look down on elves who aren't pure blood. Maybe it's because Zara is-almost- a pure blood, but she's also a cross. Maybe that's' why she has never really gotten on with Alex. The two were raised together, but they’re not close at all. They know each other well, and work okay together on the council, but they would only be friends in the loosest definition of the word. Zara says she has never likes how he is fussed over, just because he is a pure blood, and all the 'royalness' that he gives himself. he is too much of a pure blood, though she is on his 'level' on terms of elven status being the granddaughter of Kizoku and Junsuina Kedaka .It seems to Zara that while there is all this talk of noble blood, it is all elven. She is half human as well, and her father is important to her, though she can hardly remember him. Zara doesn't think that humans are below elves, which just about sums up her whole thoughts on blood. Though what Zara tells herself, and really thinks deep down are different. Zara acts like she doesn't really care at all about Alex, but in actuality she likes him. She trusts him, which is probably why she has allowed Alex to continue being the King, if it had been anybody else she would not have tolerated being just the ace. She is somewhat jealous of the attention he gets from the other girls, and the attention he pay them. She is particularly unhappy about Arowyn, how close they are how they understand each other and how they are hardly ever apart. Though she hasn't even admitted her feelings to herself, if you were her good friend, you would be able to tell, if you looked closely, that she cares for Alexander. Czarina may seem unapproachable sometimes, and it's not because she has noble airs about her like the pure bloods. But like what the humans think of those elven they see, graceful and powerful and beautiful. But Zara is that, for elves, she is just more elf like for her lineage. It’s also her beauty, all elven are beautiful, but Zara is in a different way. In a way that's almost human. Zara is tall, as tall as most adults, even though she looks only fourteen. She is lithe and thin, though she still has muscle; she just isn't bulky-at all. Czarina moves like a cat. More graceful than any human could ever hope to be, and fast. Something about her says she is dangerous, like a panther. Zara’s high cheekbones make her look proud. Zara’s skin is a pale alabaster, touched lightly with gold, though very lightly, so it doesn’t really darken her skin, just gives it an almost reflective quality. Czarina’s eyes are almond shaped, from her Japanese heritage, but are purple, bright and stunning, so you can’t look away. They catch attention, and stand out even in the dark. Zara’s eyes are those of a predator, with no whites. They add to her catness .Zara’s hair is midnight black, another Asian feature. It is so dark that it looks a little blue. In bright light it reflects, changing it to silver. It is smooth and seams to barely ever get tangled, or messed up. When Zara has it down it hangs below her waist, but most of the time she has it up, out of the way. Zara’s nose is stronger, but not too stubborn that it takes away from her looks, instead it adds to them. Czarina is beautiful, like a cat, in a sleek refined, royal way. She looks like a queen to, entrancing. Zara doesn’t care very much about her looks; she isn’t vain, like some elves, though she doesn’t know she can use her beauty, so she always looks well enough. Zara is very smart; all elves think differently than humans, some say better, but their minds are also limited in some places. Zara thinks like both humans, and Elves, combining the best, and I suppose the worst. In a battle Zara tends to use tactics more than just strength, or speed. She can trick a fighter into thinking one thing, then attack with a different strength, or get them in a spot where they can’t maneuver without them noticing. She can convince people to do things very well to, she knows how to find their week points, and push if she has to, but she’s better at using their own thoughts and views against them, to get them to think they should do whatever it is that she wants them to do. Zara is also very good at diplomatic. Zara can seam cold at first, and removed. Not very friendly, but not mean either, Sarcastic and a bit uninterested. She may seem queen like. But once you get to know her she is a good friend. She is not going to be all open and sweet, because that just isn’t in her nature, but she will be friendlier, she is someone you can trust. Czarina will help you, tell you what she thinks, and open up more. She won’t go into her troubles, though. If she has a problem she will fix it, deal with it herself, or suffer in silence. She don’t except help for her troubles, she doesn’t want to rely on other people, or get them involved. Zara can be a good listener, but she isn’t a huge talker. She won’t sit down and just talk for ten minutes, or chat forever. She would give too much away, and she doesn’t listen to gossip or things like that, so she would have anything to talk about. She doesn’t go for telling about herself, or what she’s thinking, even her opinions, on some things she keeps to herself. But she isn’t silent either. Czarina can be quite rude sometimes; she doesn’t really care if she hurts your feelings. When Zara turns on the charm it’s hard to say no, she can be very persuasive when she wants something. Zara is good at hiding her thoughts and emotions, she usually looks bored, and if she hated, or loved you, you wouldn’t be able to tell. She can get annoyed though, and when she is, it’s not a very good idea to start a fight. Zara will express her ideas even if others don’t want her to, or they are offensive, but she still can be nice, sometimes. Zara would be the perfect leader, as good as Alexander. She is very fair, and wouldn’t do thinks that would really heart someone, she can be considerate, if someone needs sympathy, she can by sympathetic, but if they are just fie they she will treat their wining with distain. Czarina is very responsible, if she was in charge of a group of people, responsible for them, she would die before any one of them was hurt. But she wouldn’t risk her life for any other random person, unless she deemed that it was worth her life, and the life of the leader of her people. Because if Zara was a queen she would see herself as two different things, If it was just her life at stake; if she wasn’t a leader, then she would be more reckless, but as a leader, she had a responsibility, and to carry that out Zara has been around elven almost all her life, and she knew about them. So Zara's powers were awakened sooner than most, and she has been studying as long as some of the helpers. So in effect Zara knows more about magic, and spells to use, but she isn't as strong as you’d expect. Czarina’s magic is a little bit weaker that others, not a lot, and it is hardly noticeable at first. Zara has time to learn the basics-and more-and she decided to specialize. Some would argue that you can't really do that, but Zara did, she just studded those types of spells a lot, when looking for them and made some up. Zara tried to study all the elements, but she knows more about water and air than the rest. She uses those first in any situation that calls for magic, and then employs the rest of the elven magic. In a fight though Zara would use her physical skills first before any magic. Another upbeat of being raised at the academy, Zara has had a long time to learn to fight. It’s her best study, because of the quirk with her magic. Czarina is the best archer at New Secrete Academy; she cannot be out shot by anyone, really, no matter what. It’s a combination of just the skill being in her blood, hours or practice, and her bow. Zara may use practice bows sometimes, but she would never be separated from her bow. It was found with her that day, and she's always had it. It has a particular magic on it that tunes itself with her, it becomes almost part of her, but if anyone else tried to shoot it, it wouldn't work. Zara is also very good with a knife, it’s harder to use than a sword, but it fits Zara, being slim and lethal herself, she found it the academy armory on her first lesson, and asked to keep it. As well as being very dangerous, it’s beautiful, with a shining black blade, and a golden hilt. It’s fitting that Zara is the vice president; she has been there so long, it would be impossible for her not to at least be on the student council, plus her noble blood, and the fact that Zara is just a good leader. She likes being in charge, and she takes it seriously.
Izeya Kira
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I am alone in this world. Completely and entirely alone. It didn’t used to be like that; I used to have somebody. I thought I would always have them, but I was wrong. Nothing can last forever, right? We never had parents, so I never expected them. They ran away before we could even see their faces. We lived on the edge of society, with a group of people who were kind of mental. They gave us shelter until we were old enough to do it ourselves, but eventually we had to leave; even the adults acted like children. We didn’t fit in there, we, who had to grow up before we even learned to read. Kai called them ‘forever-children’. Kai? He’s my twin. Was my twin. He used to be my somebody. We were all we had; we were each others whole world. When we were young, just able to care for ourselves, we left the forever-children. We lived in the underworld of the Humani’s civilization, scraping by with our magic, and stealing what we couldn’t make. We got involved in some bad stuff, but we always got out. We kept moving. Kai couldn’t stay in one place for long. I wouldn’t have minded not having to be jumping around to much, but we would have had to move on anyway, even if Kai would have let us stay because the Humani police were looking for us. It wasn’t hard to stay one step ahead with our magic; always just out of their reach, but it did get tiresome. If we ever found a place where we could be safe I would have liked to stay there, but that isn’t an option anymore. In New York, the Humani city, I got mixed up in the gangs. They threatened Kai. What could I really do? I didn’t tell him, of course. He would have gotten mad at me and told me that it wasn’t fair to put my self in danger for him, wasn’t fair that so many bad things had to happen, when he could take care of himself. Kai though he knew so much, he was a criminal after all, a thief who stole to stay alive. But really he was naïve, compared to what I’d done he was innocent, clean. But then the gangs started killing more people, it got then in the news. Kai must have found out about me somehow. He turned us in. He turned me it. He betrayed me, and that was the end. I went to prison for all I’d done. Even though I was ‘underage’ by the Humani standard, I’d killed Humani before; I’d traded on the black market and probably stolen what came to millions of dollars in money and other stuff. Kai was no innocent, he was a criminal just as well, but he walked free while I sat in a cell. That’s where I am now. I don’t know where Kia is, and I don’t care, but if I ever find him, I’m going to pay back all the pain and suffering that I endured. I don’t care that he use to be my other half. He betrayed my trust. It’s taught me that there is nothing I can trust. Kei was my twin, he was the one person who matter, the only person who cared. He was almost part of me. If Kei could lie to me, if he could betray me and leave me for dead, than anybody could. I can’t trust anybody because there no reason that they wont stab me in the back. That doesn’t mean I will shut myself off from the world, but I will never let my guard down. I will never again be betrayed by anyone, I won’t let anyone trick me. I taught myself not to trust, not to care about other people. If I ever did care for somebody, I would never trust them. I would watch them constantly to make sure they were telling the truth. That not to say I could be nice if I wanted. With my life it’s be an act; why would I want to be nice to a prison guard? Before this, in my other life you had to be nice, otherwise people shot at you. If for some reason something happened to make me totally change my mind about hating everyone, then I’m sure I could be a pleasant enough person, after I got out of prison, I wouldn’t bet on that though. Kei always insisted on moving around as fast s possible. He was ADHD. This meant that we never stayed in one place long enough to really make any connections. We were cut off, from both the human and the folk world for most of our lives. To everybody else, Folk and Humani alike, I’m cold and detached though not cruel. I learned to feel emotion from Kai, and I still can. Emotion. Emotion is my weakness, and memory. It betrays me. When I’ve set out to kill my brother my memories and my emotion resurface, making me doubt myself, making me susceptible, susceptible to sympathy. I have one thing to do, and it I find myself becoming. Attached to somebody them I will push them as far away as I can. I don’t want somebody else in my life. I already came to terms with what I would be once my revenge was done, and I don’t wants somebody there, changing things, making me weak. Kai always had his mask on, to see anything you had to know him. I kept people away with the danger. They were scared. I was dangerous, dark. I love the dark. It’s concealing, soft. It handicaps others, who only know how to use their eyes. I could live in darkness and be fine. I’m not intimidated by the unknown. I’m not scared of the dark. I love the feel of being away from the harsh electric Humani lights, how it isolates me, gives me privacy. Unlike Kai who is so removed from everyone around him, I can’t detach myself. I’m watching, listening, feeling. I endure the people clustered close to me so I can watch them. Knowing makes me feel safer, even if the way to the exit is blocked, if I know what’s coming I can do something, and I don’t really care what happens to those poor souls who happen to be standing close to me....
Katona Fekhtoval'shcik
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You can just call her Ona. Not very easy to forget, is she? She surprises you, such interesting eyes and hair, it's obvious she has lineage from a different country. And that attitude, hidden under the sweet pretty face. She leaves you wondering how she got here, why is such a cute young girl stuck with that family? Why couldn't she have grown up somewhere nicer, where her personality could match her looks? Don't say such things to Ona, she's fine where she is, thank you very much. Just go warn your friend that she isn't what she looks like. And she looks beautiful. Ona is blessed with hair and eyes that some would kill for. Her hair is the first thing you notice about her; where ever she goes it attracts eyes. It's close to white-blond, but whiter, and richer. Its cream colored with a hint of gold or silver, just enough to make it shine in the light. it's soft and thick, falling to mid-back, with shorter bangs framing her face. It looks fine without her having to do anything to it. Most of the time she puts it up anyway, with her pas-times it would only get in the way, and she won't ever cut it. Her mother tried it when she was seven and Ona didn't forgive her for weeks. Besides her hair, her eyes are her most distinguishing feature, they're the feature that makes her pretty, and Ona's pretty enough, especially because she knows just how to do her makeup to flatter herself the most. Here eyes are a shade of green. They aren't a vibrant color that jumps out at you, they're softer. You have to stair Ona in her eyes to really get a good look at them. They are a lighter shade, and they're so clear, so bright and innocent. You'd think you might be able to see into her soul, and indeed her eye are the only things that would ever give away what she was feeling, if she was trying to hide her emotions. Her lips are full and pink. Like most elven Ona skin is creamy and perfect, except for the few bruises that everyone has, especially those in her...profession. It's a little bit darker than normal, like she's spent a lot of time in the sun. Her body is well toned and muscular, she's not super buff or anything, but you can tell she's strong. She does spend quite some time exercising. Her movements are graceful and cat-like, as if she was a dancer, and she's very flexible. Ona is just below average on height, but she's thin, so she looks smaller than she actually is. Ona could be called adorable or beautiful, she's very eye catching, without having to even do much. it's a gift that many people would like to have, but in Ona's life it's a danger as well. Ona had learned how to use her charm to get away with more things than other people could. She knows just how to blink and look scarred and pitiful so nobody suspects her, but being easily recognizable has its disadvantages, especially when you're working on the other side of the law. I can see that surprised you. You were expecting something, after what I'd hinted at, but not a criminal, huh? It was what she was taught. Ona was raised to think cheating is good and cops are bad. You see, her family is part of the Russian mafia. She wasn't born into it, obviously, and her parents know little of what she's capable of. She herself doesn't even know everything. When she was a baby she lived in a place with other magical children, but when she was one, still too young to really remember everything, something happened to that place, something that still wakes her in the night with nightmares of insubstantial things just beyond her memories grasp. There were only a few children who escaped, and they were taken in by the humans. Someone had moved her away from her destroyed home to the nearest little town. Ona was found by Shala, the woman who would become her foster mother abandoned in the park. Shala took her home to Russia and raised her as part of the mafia, just as Shala had been. In some ways it was the best home she could have gone too. When they figured out she wasn't a normal human they weren't frightened. These were murderers and thieves, there was no way a kid was going to scare them. But more than that, she was accepted for who she was. The Crime bosses honored her for her talents, magical and human-learned. In Ona's world children were prizes. They could do things, go places and get away with things adults couldn't, and they worked for cheap. You might be surprised or, or feel bad for her, having to grow up in such a harsh life, but to Ona its normal, she can't imagine growing up any other way. How can kids just go to school come home and play video games? That would be terrible, not to mention boring! Ona has her share of dramatic, dangerous and traumatic stories, and her life could easily be turned into a sob story, if Ona actually cared. She likes her life just fine, and even if she didn't she's not the type to go around whimpering about her past to get attention, or anything equally cliché. it's just a life, what's the big deal? That's her outlook on life most of the time. Ooh, I'm a kid and I can shoot a gun, so what? Really, dude, did you seriously just kidnap me? Jerk. In some ways Ona is still a child, but in others she is just as mature as an adult. She grew up fast, but that's not a bad thing. Self-confidence is something Ona will never have to worry about. When you're a diplomat, like Ona is and dealing with other people, your appearance is important, but personally Ona doesn't really give a crap what others think of her. And that's just as well because Ona can be very infuriating. Ona's a know-it-all. Everybody knows how annoying know-it-alls are, but its even worse when the know-it-all is five years younger than you are. Ona doesn't quite know what she's doing; she isn't a know-it-all just to annoy people, it's an added bonus. That's the childish side of Ona, the part of her that grins evilly and says things pompously just to annoy the arms dealer she's selling to. her knowledge though, is not quite so childish. Ona's a diplomat, she knows just as much about politics and power play as a forty-five year old politician. Ona knows how to deal with adults, how to act to get them to trust her, and believe this twelve year old girl is really the emissary from Sir. Fekhtoval. Given a change Ona would probably act like a child, maybe not quite like the other twelve-year-olds, maybe more like a fifteen-year-old, but if she were allowed to relax she could be much less serious. Most of the time however, Ona is conducting Business. Then she's as somber and serious as an adult. She can be far more mature than you'd think she could, just be looking. She's more farsighted and has planning skills that not may other seventh graders have, well, not may Humani seventh graders anyway. Many of the students at the Academy had to grow up fast; she's not the only elven who's wise and old beyond her years. Beyond that, she's a good leader. Despite her age Ona can keep a cool head and asses the situation even when others panic. Ona is competent and comfortable commanding a group of people her age and older, and most listen, if they know what's good for them. Most people involved with the mafia, in her aria at least know the name Katona Fekhtoval'shchik and respect it. Ona has a reputation, just for being a child criminal in the mafia, but also because of what she has done. She's still young so she most works with others. She's a diplomat, an ambassador and a kind of messenger, but she does other things too. She's a thief and a smuggler. She does things only other folk could do. And she's a murderer. Ona has killed. In her short life she has fought, she has broken, and wounded people; she has destroyed entire city blocks. She's even been in possession of a stolen nuclear warhead before. The only thing Ona has refused to do is torture. That's Onas weakness; she can't stand pain, inflicting it or suffering it. She'd rather just run somebody through with her sword. Ona is good fighter, weather it be with her fist or a gun, or with her Katana. She might not have had long to train, but she has an aptitude for it, and she fast and strong. That's all she needs. If she can't face of with a master now, then she might be able to one day; she's still learning. One of the scariest things about Ona is her temper. She's a pretty little girl, how can she be that scary? Well, you wont see her mad often. It takes something to make Ona lose her cool. Oh, she'll get annoyed and snap at you, but you'll know when you've made her really angry. She might be cute as a button, but that doesn't matter. She might be a head shorter than you, but you'll still want to turn and run. If you get Ona furious you can't expect any mercy, she'll hunt you down and won't stop until you're ruined or dead. Ona doesn't like leaving business unfinished anyway but rage seams to give her more strength. Unlike some people who get careless when they're angry, anger seams to make Ona stronger, her thinking sharper. Ona can be a good friend though, she'll be loyal and strong and she'll always be there for you. She would break any rule; do anything for somebody she really cared for. Not that rules are enough to hold her anyway. Ona is full of contradictions. So fierce and deadly and smart, but so young and pretty, she can be so cold and uncaring, or warm and kind and sweet. Even to her family she seams a mystery, but once you really know Ona, everything makes perfect sense
Leonidas Ottoe
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Just Leo as he’ll tell you or more accurately, Jasmyne will probably tell you. Don’t worry they are still his own words, but Leo doesn’t talk anymore. He can still express himself though; He talks telepathically to his sister. He also uses his hands, but not many folk know Humani British sign-language. Not many people know Leo very well, he always seams secretive and mysterious. He doesn’t really like interacting with people any more, or more accurately, he does, but being near people almost hurts him because he can’t be a part of them and he wants too, but it’s hard to interact with other people when you don’t speak. When people talk to him he tries to tell them he can’t speak, but they don’t get it, and eventually they just move away and ignore him. More and more he’ll just look down when people try to talk to him, hiding his eyes. That’s not always the way he was though. Leo use to be uber-popular. He was open, friendly, sweet and, oh yes, totally hot. Leo has the fine features of an elf, sharp nose, high cheekbones and a strong jaw, but there’s something more. He has a charm that draws people to him. He’s magnetic. When you see him talking to Jasmyne across the room, grinning, and laughing silently you’ll want to go meet him. His smile is dazzling; it makes you want to make him happy. His eyes are a contrast to his light smile. They are dark; mysterious, and expressive at the same time. They show his sharp intelligence and cunning. His eyes are the first thing you notice. It’s hard to tell what color they are, but if you look hard you’ll be able to tell they’re a dark blue gray. Leo’s skin is fair, the creamy color that most elven have. You can see the crapes and scars of past injuries easily, but Leo doesn’t bother to hide them. His skin is even lighter than the rest of his family for some reason, even though he probably spent more time outside than they did. His hair is a shocking contrast. It’s black, so dark it looks purple, matching his eyes. It’s longish for a guy, and is always in his eyes, so that Jasmyne bugs him about cutting it. Leo doesn’t pay attention to his hair, or his appearance in general, but somehow he still comes out looking good. Leo is tall, so he stands two inched taller than his older sister. Like most of the elven his build is slim, even though he’s strong from all his sports. Back before, Leo had it all. He was popular, the top jock, most of the girls loved him, and he was in advanced classes, but nobody could be envious, he was friends with everybody, even the kids who weren’t popular. Leo may have been good looking, but he was loved for his charismatic personality. Being around him made people happy. That was part of his elven powers at work. He could sense people, so he could tell what he needed to act like around them. Even if he himself was feeling down, he could always hide it, and cheer up those around them. He seemed to change other peoples personalities. He would befriend a bully, and the bullying would stop. But Leo wasn’t all smiles. Sometimes he would shut himself in his room to just mope. He always felt selfish for feeling bad about himself when the entire school liked him. But sometimes Leo felt like he was missing something. Everybody likes him, but he didn’t have one best friend, who he could talk to. He was remarkably private for somebody so popular. He didn’t really have somebody he could share his thoughts with. At one time he did. His girlfriend in ninth grade was also his best friend. They could talk about anything, but her parents got into some trouble with the government hand had to leave and lie low. Leo lost track of her and hasn’t hear from her since. That taught Leo to be protective. He has a fierce streak that rarely surfaces, but if somebody he cares for is in danger, he can have quite a temper. He’d put his life in danger without hesitation. In some ways he’s be a good bodyguard, but he was raised as a normal human boy. He doesn’t really have enough mental strength or concentration to go through the training, or spend his entire life in one constant battle. It’s not that Leo is a pacifist; Like a regular teenage boy, violence is exiting. One of the best parts about the academy is that he gets to learn how to fight. Leo is in pretty good shape, from all his practicing, more so than you’d think of a boy who seems to barely leave his older sisters side. Before, Leo lived as a normal Humani in a normal family, with his parents and older sister. Jasmyne was always closer to their father, so Leo was closer to his mother, almost by default, though he was pretty close to his father too. Despite being the sweet, popular person he is, Leo never really bonded with his parent. His parents though they were very close, but to Leo it was the same way that everybody else was at school. He never let them in, and he did it in a way that he parents didn’t even know. Leo’s mother stricter that their father, and she never got along with Jasmyne. Leo got along better with his mother because he could use his elven skills to tell how he had to act. In fact he used his skills to get along with the rest of his family as well. And a lot of the time he tried to mediate between his mother and his sister. His entire, perfect human life ended when he was fourteen, almost fifteen. Leo got home from a friend’s house and his parents were panicking. His mother was crying. Leo had no idea what was going on, but he tried to comfort his parents. It was working too, until his mom jumped up screaming and shoved him out the door, saying to hide and wait for his sister to come home. Leo wasn’t ready to just leave though. He watched though a window, until he couldn’t stand to. Then he went and sat on the porch to wait for his sister. He swore to himself that he wouldn’t say anything about that night to anyone, and from that moment on, he hasn’t uttered a word. His silence was partly his choice, but it was partly something that he had to do, almost like he had to choice. Maybe it was his subconscious way of dealing with his trauma. Of losing his parent, and his life, and keeping that night sealed inside. He knew that his choice not to talk devastated Jasmyne, who left that she was losing him as well as everything else, so he found a way to communicate with her. For the first day or so, after Jasmyne got home and they found the note their parents left, along with two plane tickets, telling them to go to new Secrete Academy, and hurry, Leo traveled in silence. After that, he couldn’t stand to make his sister any more miserable that she already was. He found a way to use his awakening elven power so talk to her telepathically. They were all they had now. Leo is satisfied to let his older sister take care of him for the most part. If made him feel better, like their family wasn’t so broken, but if Jasmyne is ever in trouble, he can be just as protective, maybe even more so. Jasmyne is all he has now.
Nazra Salavarki
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All crimson and shadow, and deadly grace. Eyes flashing and head held high with pride. Who is she? She is a fighter, a protector, a killer. Willful and independent, and completely loyal; loyalty is in her blood. Nazra is not someone you can put into words, be it ten thousand, or a hundred. She is someone you must see, you must know. And even then, will you even begin to understand her? She is not a mysterious creature, one who hides in the shadows and keeps secrets. She is almost the opposite, but she is a Salavarki. And how can somebody like me or you understand a Salavarki? Especially because Nazra is nothing like most of her kin. Maybe if we understand her story it might help. Nazra was not born as a ‘noble’ Salavarki, to be groomed and sent to a school to learn how to kill and fight and protect. She was not even born as folk. She was born on a reservation, to a Humani mother. But she was never a Humani. Nazra was a myth. Her father and grandmother were myths, her brother was a myth. Nazra’s mother, Geila, left her with the tribe a month after she was born. Geila had connections there and Nazra would be well looked after, but she was a pure shifter, and as unpredictable and shifty as her magic. She could not stay still, and she could not deal with being tied down by family for more than a year. Fortunately for her, Nazra’s father was a Salavarki, and also a shifter. He too was flighty and he barely stayed with Geila for more than three months. When Nazra was three her father sought her out, but not to claim her. Instead he left Nazra’s half-brother with her. Crayton was the only blood relative that Nazra ever knew. He was illegitimate in the eyes of the tribe. Nazra was from her mother, but Crayton was the son of the man who left Gaila, and they treated him with distain, until he and Nazra both grew powerful enough to gain unquestioned respect. That was when Nazra started getting in fights. The local people disliked the Native Americas and Nazra had no qualms about beating them up. Her foster family tried to stop her, but Nazra ignored them and one day a boy was found dead. The tribe was furious with Nazra, they ordered her to turn herself in to the police and she refused; it was just a human boy, and he got what was coming to him. So her foster family turned her in, Crayton heard of it and warned Nazra, but he didn’t suspect what she would do. Nazra left, she left everything she had ever known. She grabbed a change of clothes gave her brother a goodbye kiss and disappeared. Her father found her and put her in a small Salavarki training school, where she stayed and learned until she went crazy. The moment she couldn’t stand it anymore she left, picked up and walk out right past her teachers .She went back to the only other home she knew-the reservation. It probably wasn’t the best time she could have gone back to find what was waiting for her. Strait from her Salavarki school, full of new knowledge and power and already slightly out of it, she was not prepared to hear that her brother had gone missing, a casualty of a band of folk set against the Salavarkis. Nazra did not want to hear that her little brother had been killed for being a Salavarki. She blamed her family- she already disliked them, for abandoning Crayton and herself for so long when they were growing up and then shoving her into a school that was like her personal hell. It really put her over the edge, she lost it for a while, while she wandered around lost killing anybody who was attached to anything Salavarki, until she was forced to become a Salavarki herself. She was hired by the Breifnes to guard Aruji’s younger brother, to straighten Kris out. At first she was icy and disdainful. She was angry that she had to become of the Salavarki’s she hated and angry that she had to babysit for annoying well to do family and annoyed that she had to do it in the freakin' Himalayas. Nazra dislikes the cold; she is probably the only Salavarki who won’t go outside without a parka if it’s less those 40 degrees out. Eventually she warmed to Kris, they understood each other, he was messed up, she was messed up and they made a silent pack that neither of them would try to change the other, this didn’t make the Breifne’s very happy. Nazra isn’t your usual Salavarki, and you’ll know right away, to talk to here, but to look at her she looks Salavarki through and through. It’s something in the deadly pride she wears around herself, and of course, the familiar Salavarki features. Nazra is petite; compact and short. Her skin is a few shades darker than her European relatives, a testament to her Native American mother. Her hair is dark too. Its color is caught somewhere between red, brown and black. It’s a chocolate with hidden highlights of auburn that can catch the light, suddenly turning her head to copper. After much trauma Nazra has cut is short. Now it’s messy and spikey at and awkward length where she can’t do anything with it. Despite that, nobody could say Nazra is ugly, she is as beautiful as any folk, but no guy-or girl- would ever try to hit on her. That’s not to say that Nazra isn’t feminine, she’s just feminine in a very tomboyish, ninja-y way. Who could stand a girl who only had eyes for Kris Brefine? And not even in a romantic way. Kris is Nazra’s best friend and she will stay with him for the rest of her life, but her gaze is one of watchfulness. Nazra’s eyes are fluid hazel; they can go from warm to icy in a second, but don’t think they will give you anything about what she’s really thinking, Nazra went to Salavarki school after all; she knows how to be just as remote and shut off as any Salavarki, weather she feels like following her training or not at the moment- is rather hard to guess. Nazra’s behavior fluctuates from the icy attitude she had beat into her by her teachers ad somebody who is snarky and smug, but certainly not closed. Its Nazra’s way of rebelling against the Salavarki’s, but not acting like one. Nazra was her own set person before the Salavarki’s got to her, and she’s determined to hand on to that, so she can be a her own person after the Salavarki’s are done with her. As a result she has many little quirks that make her unique from anyone she meets, including her accent; she refused to let the Salavarkis teach her any other accent. Her accent comes from the Native tongue she’s fluent it, it’s not an accent that many could identify, and it’s not close enough to be compared with any other accent to be compared, so if you want to know what she sounds like, the only thing to do is listen when she speaks. You’d think that if Nazra wanted to be different so much she could just sift into something outrageous and unique, seeing as she is a pure shifter, but Nazra uses her shifter as a tool, not a lifestyle. As soon a Nazra was old enough to understand her magic and her choice she picked one body and stuck with it. She had no problem changing how she looks, even for a couple months at a time- brown eyes and hair can get boring- but in the end she’s most comfortable in her ‘original’ body. Nazra is an interesting character- I’ve barely managed to say anything about her even after all this talk, but she simply cannot be summed up in words, she is too big a person, to wild a personality I can give you a warning. Nazra is not somebody you want to cross: she may not be famous like Briar, but she knows her skill, and she’s the best at what she does, it help that her morals aren’t too tight. Nazra has no empathy for others- that may shock you, because she really doesn’t act like it, she’s the kind that will joke with you while she stabs you in the back ,but in a different way than your average sleezball, not really even in a malicious way. You see, Nazra really can’t understand people, she doesn’t get them, she can try to care, and still not understand what they’re going through, so she automatically has no empathy for people, it’s impossible for her, there are probably less than five people on the plan who she will ever be able to be sympathetic towards. Sometimes she does pretend, but it’s an awful lot of effort, and she doesn’t really care, Nazra is a very selfish person if she wants something then she had the right to it, even if you bought it for a million dollars, and she had no qualms murdering and stealing. She would never sink so low as a petty murderer though, at least that’s the way she sees it. If she kills a man to get her way, that’s not petty, she’s just doing what she had to do to get along in the grand scheme of things, because if she didn’t have that, the world would have ended. That’s Nazra’s selfishness for you, but she’s not a frigid bitch about it, she’s actually quite nice, just to talk to her you’d never see the extremes that lay hidden beneath her smug smile, few ever will, and I can’t say if those few are lucky, or to be pitied, its not for anyone to say but them. Well, we have come a long way since the beginning of our discussion, and I hope it has been informative, if only in persuading you to stay out of her path. If it has not, and you are still curious about the Salavarki of crimson and shadow, your own option is to meet her yourself. Now, goodbye and good luck.
Nemia Jete
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Takashi's twin? Her? No way! That will be the first thing you think when you find out. We look nothing alike, because we aren't alike, but no matter how different we are, we are still twins, and nothing change that, or break us apart. I'd just like to see them try! Especially after last time. If they try that again, they'll find themselves dealing with their darkest nightmare, strait from hell. I can do that, despite what I may look or act like. Because a twin is someone special. It's a bond that can't be broken by time or space or any thoughts or feelings. Its a rare gift. If you're not a twin you'll never understand, so stop trying. But if you are, let me tell you. You twin is your greatest treasure. You may hate them, but you will love them at the same time. So never allow them to be taken away from you. Protect them with everything you have. They are yours alone. You can give them to the person who is right for them, or the destiny that is theirss, but you will always be by their side. Ha! You make look at me weird now, but you'll never understand. I don't know why I'm even bothering to talk to you, you're not a twin, you won't understand, so go away. I'm not going to talk to you anymore. What? No way. I'm the one who decides what I say and I'm not telling you! Who are you anyway? Oh? What an interesting name. Now go away. I've already said, I'm not going to tell you. Why do you want to know anyway? If you're a new student then go talk to, like, the student counsel or something. I'm just a regular student. Oh my god! Fine! I'll tell you if you leave after that, Okay? My name is Nemia Jete. Yeah Nemia as in the Nemean lion, and Jete as in Takashi, one of the only non-Salavarkis to get into their academy. Not that he had to work very hard for the scholarship. I've already gone over this, I'm his twin, even if i don't look it. I'm just as tall as him,(despite what he says) but my build is much lighter and lither, making me graceful. I don't have a ton of muscle, because I don't need physical strength. Yes that may mean that I'll always be last in a race, but that's why I don't run races. if my life depends on it, I can be plenty fast. So there you are, now you know, I'm not physically strong. But I'm mentally strong and magically strong enough to make up for it. If I wasn't, I's still have my ways to get what I need, even if it means charming my foe into falling for me. I've been told I'm pretty plenty of times. I'm not a beauty queen like Lin or anything, but I'm just as pretty as the next girl. My skin is a light coppery golden color, and it's not marred by scars, because I'm not stupid enough to run around with a big, pointy stick. Yes I mean a sword.That doesn't make me fat though, I think I could just sit around for an entire year, and I'd still be thin with the same amount of muscle as I do right now. My hair matches my skin. Its a burnished coppery red that falls thick and strait to middle of my back. Well, thick and strait if I've taken the time to straiten it. I think my hair is out to get me. Some girls hair looks fine even if they just got up, my hair? Not so much. It's always a bird's nest when I get up, and even after I've taken half an hour to get it to look good. By the end of the day its escaped its braid, fought loose its pins and gotten wavy. Whatever. At least it's got a good color; the golden red color reminds me of magma, because of how it's streaked with gold and seams to shift color as I move around and the light hits it differently. My eyes are the things that don't match. They aren't gold or red or even brown they are green, a light yellow green, like an eagle's eye. They reflect light when it's dark, like a cats eyes, making me look spooky. It's fun scaring people. My lips are soft and pink, and my nose is sharp, showing my stubbornness. My cheekbones are high and prominent. I aint gonna say I look royal or anything, because royal is not something I really do. I can look proud, because I am. Everybody is. Name one person who doesn't have pride. Yeah, that what I thought. You really should keep your opinions to my self. Yes, I'm not like some warrior person who's proud of their wonderful skill. I'm proud of the power I have, and because I'm self aware, like most other living thinks. Excuse me? What did you just say? That I should talk? Hello I am Nemia Jete. I have a right to let the world know about ever one of my opinions. It's just who I am. I will say stuff other people wouldn't. I'm not afraid to say something rude, or embarrassing. I'll say my mind, even if other people may think I'm weird. In a way, words are what I do best. It's the biggest part of me. I have a way with words. I can twist them any way I want. I can be painfully blunt, or I can beat around the bush for hours. I can trick anybody into thinking something that is the opposite of the truth. I can make them tell me things without them even realizing. I know how to get people mad, or make them fall for me with just a few words. I can make people think I've given them a blood oath, but instead I've just agreed that their idea is interesting. I'm also good at persuading people, when I turn of the charm, its hard to say no I have other ay to get what I need, but that's the nicest. Even with my silver tongue, I can't say I would be the best leader. I just can't think that way, calculating for a big group of people, and besides I'm not that responsible, nor would I want to be though I will always be fair and sympathetic to those who need it. Mostly though, I must say what comes into my head. I barely ever regret saying something. But sometimes, if I have to, I can do the opposite. If it's needed, I can be diplomatic, a bridge between two people when their fighting, because that's the one thing I don't like. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a wimp. Fighting is fine, but unnecessary drama is just stupid. I can see the way your looking at e. my drama is very necessary. Mostly I'm nice. I can like a normal person, though I can be stubborn. I'm a good friend to those who need it. I'm one of those people that can befriend almost any type of person, from bouncy to evil and cold. It all depends on how they treat me. Even if their words are mean, I if know they are not truly being mean, then I don't really care. I'm not going to be, like some ridiculous bouncy little kid, but I can be a good friend. I'll help someone in need, even if they are the enemy. They are still people. I don't go on first impressions or rumors and I'm not judgmental or discriminatory. In this way, I guess you could say I'm nicer than one of those bouncy people. I can make friends almost anywhere. I've learned to because if I ever hand one fear, if would be of being alone. Because I know I should always have Takashi, and when he isn't by my side, I need someone there, just so I can have something in the empty hole where my twin should have been, though nothing and nobody could ever replace Takashi. If I was in a place where everyone gave me the cold shoulder, I don't think I could survive, so I learned to become friends with everybody. I'm trustworthy. If I give you my real word, not just a false-promise, then I will go through almost anything to keep my promise. In some ways you could say I'm not trustworthy though, because sometimes you can't tell if I agreed to something or not. But I can say, if you're my true friend, then I'll have no qualms agreeing, and I'll give you my word in the plane, blunt speech I prefer. When I really get to know someone, like Takashi, I will say everything. You will know me inside and out. I'm not one of those people who hides their fears. Mostly because any troubles I have are Takashi's and the other way around. Even if its body guard stuff, I won't let my brother face it on his own. We were born twins for a reason, and it was to stand next to each other forever. I don't go for the 'hiding your emotion' crap. Why do I care if other people know I'm sad or happy? I mean, I am sad. Besides what do I gain from hiding my emotions? If someone makes me mad, then they should have to deal with the consequences of their actions. Which, in my case, would be a rather powerful elemental girl who can control the earth itself. I can be pretty intimidation if I want to be, especially with my Salavarki- trained, Top-notch-warrior, brother beside me with his sword. I can see the look your giving me, you are thinking I'm pretty odd right? Well, maybe that true, but don't blame me. people personality's are shaped by their childhood. Yes you got it, your thinking 'so her parent taught her all this twin crap? well, that I learned myself and from Takashi, but yes my Parents helped, namely by separating us. You see, Takashi didn't get into the Salavarki School because he was, like, born being able to throw knives around. Actually he got into the school because our parent knew the right people. It was just a coincidence that he turned out skilled, that or he was just a good student. Anyway back to me. We were five when they separated us. They thought Takashi showed "great skill" and I was a bad influence because, well, they though I was the one-in-a million elemental that didn't have powers. They should have looked better. I spent most of my time in a secluded wing of my parent's mansion, getting 'special lessons', until they realized their mistake. Boy did they feel bad. You see, my power is very 'narrow' in terms of elemental magic; I deal with exclusively lava, magma, molten rock. This means that I can be better at the magic I do though, because I don't have to take time to study metal or stone or plants. When I was eight I was kidnapped by some jerk. I don?' know why, its not like he knew I was the kid of rich people until I told him- yes I wasn't a very smart eight-year-old. Anyway the guy decided to hold me for ransom, and that didn't match my schedule, so I summoned my magic. That was when everybody realized I wasn't a dud after all. Ha! I was okay then; other Elementals could socialize with me again. It still wasn't a very good life. I'm not complaining or anything; I know tons of people whose lives are a lot worse than mine, but Takashi wasn't there. We weren't complete. When I was 16, comparatively Takashi came home for me. He school was sending him away because he kept showing up the Salavarki kids. Anyway, before they could ship him off he left. On his way to the academy he came and 'kidnapped me'. Everyone was frantic, it took five letters and a signature from Lin and Ender to secure our place at new Secrete, but I wouldn't trade this for anything. I'm with other people, people who don't know me as the weirdo, and I'm with my brother.
Nikolan Zoloto-Galaza
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What do you think of when you look at him? How odd, how cold, how mature or solitary, or brave, how cute? I could say he was all of those things, or none of them. Neko is not easy to put in a box, or should I say, he is impossible to. A young boy? Yes but he could also said to be a dark minded criminal. Not many people know him well enough to say anything for certain, but even so, he is all of those things, and still changing, and learning. But, now I get ahead of myself. You have an interest in Neko for a reason, don’t you? And are you willing to share? Yes, that is true. One day he may be a very important person in the world of the humani, and the world of the elven-and the shifter. In some ways he already is, or has been, and there is my proof that he will be again? Yes, I suppose you are right. I will tell you of Nekolan Zoloto-Glaza. You recognize the name Zoloto don't you? But you don't know from where, so I'll start with that. It is not a noble house from our golden age, but it has been known. You have heard of the Salavarki, yes? Who has not? It was Neko who walked behind her, who helped her rise A millennial ago, the Zoloto's were what they are today. But in the end, their blood was not as pure, and every time they have broken down. Forgot that they were once renowned. The Zolotos were guards of nobles, and even royals. But they were something else too. The Zoloto's were assassins. Killers trained at their jobs and good at them. The family has a bloody history, but that is thousands of years ago now. In this time, they are just another Elvin family. Not even noble or very high standing. Indeed, their name is not even a house anymore, just a diluted bloodline. Yes, Neko is not all elf. His mother was a regular human. One with magical powers, but still. Some Elven families would have been furious, and some were, that this once great house was no longer even pure Elven. But the Zoloto's did what they had to. Not many of them are left. Though they pose almost no threat, they were killed in a battle with the Dark Elven. A few survived by running, or fighting. Not many remembered their heritage, but some did, and they fought. Neko's father was one of those who did, but in doing so, he paied a price. He became a target of the dark Elven. Chased by them, he eventually turned to running like the other did. When at last he found some peace, he also found his fortune. His wife. An almost all human woman. She lived with her husband for nearly five years, and though she had magic, she was unaware all the while that her husband was an Elf. A Zoloto, turned to the glory of their past ages. Three years after Neko was born, his father was found. He left his wife and his son for their safety, but Mrs. Zoloto though he had abandoned them. So Neko grew up, hating a father who he though had left him. He- no. I'm getting ahead of myself. If I am to tell this, I will do it properly. You must know more about the boy before you know of his history. Have you ever heard the work Neko before? Yes? That is good. But do you know what it means? No? Then I will tell you. In a distant language, Neko means cat, and he was named very aptly. If you spend time around him, you will understand. Neko will remind you of felines. When you first look at him, or talk with him it may not be very clear. He doesn't like he should have pointed hears high on his head, or sound as if he will star purring-to the untrained senses. After a while though, you will see how his wide eye look like those of a cat, and his face looks angular, like a feline. You will come to compare his voice to cat’s. But what will make you notice these things is his behavior, how he moves, what he does, what he says. If you look for it, all of those things are feline. Like some cats, Neko is small, in fact, very small-for his age, as it is, for most elven. Neko doesn't look older than 14, but he is. In human years he is about 100, still young in the eyes of the elven, but old enough. He is tall, for his 'age' and strong. You know what the elven are like-even the slimes are stronger than a humani. You can tell Neko is strong, but there are other human children his 'age' who have more muscle, though he is still stronger. Neko is lithe and not bulky, he isn't skinny either, but you wouldn't expect him to be so strong, even the elven are tricked by his appearance sometimes. Because of his strength, but not-bulky size Neko is fast. He is not the most flexible, but he is more Agile than a human. But really the thing about Nekolan is that he's hansom. I guess you could say 'cute', because he looks young, but that's not the way a lot of girls see him. He has the beauty of all elven, but it more so, for his somewhat younger looks. Neko Like a cats with its prey likes 'playing' with people. Making them thing he is a very cute, innocent little boy. Getting them, to trust him, or pretending he is popular 'tough boy'. He likes seeing people’s reactions, and the way they fuss over him. When he is mot masquerading, Neko looks very mature, like he has seen, and done and knows thing beyond his age. Which is true, if you are accounting that he isn't a fourteen-year-old human. Neko will appear serious and distant, maybe even a bit aloof. Neko's face is angular, not sharp but pointed, and like I've said, similar to a cats. He has high cheekbones that say he is proud, if not noble and a strait nose that repeats the fact. Nekolan does not have the hard square jawbone of a man, but it still makes him look stubborn, and strong willed. Neko's eyes are very prominent; they catch attention more than the rest of him. They are almost completely round, making them look bog, and yes, feline. They would never give away what he was thinking or feeling, unless he wanted others to see the emotion on his face or he couldn’t contain the emotion. They could be full of fearful tears, or wide with sweet innocents, they can seam flat and dull, or like deep wells. Neko's eyes are the one thing that adds the most to his looks. They are blue, not regular grey blue, but pure, and bright. They are very noticeable. You can spot the color from across the room. Neko's eyes are not dark; the intensity of them makes them look dark. You could be trapped in a sky-like gaze, or want to hide from piercing daggers of ice. With his wide eyes and his eleven beauty, If Neko wished-which he never would- he could make himself look like a passable girl. But if anyone so much as though he looked feminine they would be sorrier than they had ever been in their life. Besides from that, Neko doesn't care much about his appearance, except to get himself stuff. Neko isn't vain; he uses his appearance as a tool. So, if Neko had his way all the time, he would never cut his hair, or pay other attention to it, but with the suggestion that he might look girlish, he doesn't need the added fact of long hair, especially hair that is as good as his. So every so often he takes a knife and hacks if off at a length that can be made messy. Usually Neko's hair is about ear length, and falling into his eyes. Its pointyish and all different length because of his elf-given haircuts. Even when he pays very little attention to his hair it still manages to be strait and glossy, and as good-looking as it can. Neko’s hair is still eye-catching, and not for its awful styling, but for its color. Pure ravens-wing-midnight-spilled-ink black. So black that in bright light it looks bluish, from the reflection. But it is too dark to do that all the time, though you would think it would, because it is so glossy and reflective. If he had been any other elf his dark hair would have been a huge contrast to his alabaster skin, but not so much for Nike because his skin isn't creamy white. It's a darker golden tan color that's just as pristine. It hints at oriental blood but none of his other features suggest that he could have been Asian. Neko could have been the perfect idol. He would have earned millions as an actor, with even more fans. His dark, secretive looks would have done enough, but Neko has another side. If you have ever seen him truly happy, you will know what I am talking about. Nekos smile; his true smile could blind someone, or make them fall insanely in love. But Neko could never be an actor, because of the one thing that gives him away to be more than human-his ears. As pointed as any elven-or feline for that matter. Most of the time they are covered by his hair, but they are still there. Neko has incredible sensitive hearing. A cat to a human; Neko to his fellow elven. Neko could be blind and still not be handicapped, as other would be. His ears are elegant, not something yours really think of Neko, but they suet him well. Neko can seam innocent and beautiful at times, but that doesn't mean he really is. Some people can tell, they can feel that this boy isn't as sweet as his innocent face says, or that his glare is more than a child's anger. They can tell there is something dark, almost bad about him, even if most don’t know that what they are feeling. And their intuition is right. Neko is dangerous, in some way even more so than any human. he doesn't care is a few people die, to reach his goal. That doesn't mean Neko is a murderer, well I guess you could say he is, but Neko doesn't see it that way. Humans are somewhat like bugs, there lifespans are so short, and their lives are so insignificant, it almost doesn't matter, but even so, Neko would never kill people for no reason. Ignore that they are going to be shot, by someone else, yes, but he only kills for his gain-if he things its work the loss-and his job. Oh, that's right; I haven't gotten to that yet. Be patient, I’ll explain in time. To become a killer, you’d suspect that his heart must have turned to ice, that someone he loved must have died to stir his vengeance. While he has lost people, his heart is not ice. Neko has learned to ignore his emotions. It makes him apathetic, but not malicious, or even very cold to others. To Neko, it’s all just a part of his life and there are other parts. His attitude changed. Sometimes he seems like he’d never kill and other times you’d wonder that he can wander the street with the rest of humanity. If Neko was with close friends, he would act his age, laughing, relaxing. Truth be told, Neko prefers to be with those people, but he doesn’t have many. Neko is automatically wary of any new person he meets; it’s been trained into him by now. Even though he could take on almost anybody who threatens its part of him now. Everywhere he goes, asking questions so subtle people don’t even know they’re being interrogated. Neko watched too, through the façade that has become a part of him, so he hardly knows he’s doing it anymore. And once he’s sure of somebody, nothing seems to change. Inside he relaxes a bit, but he can only truly be open among his closest friends. Unless he’s overwhelmed. Neko’s defense are his facades. If he’s caught unawares, his real emotions will show. His emotions are the one thing he never completely mastered. Now until- well, that will come later. And we must keep moving on. Neko used to be a sweet little boy, not worrying about who he could truest. His life was normal. His upbringing is what keeps Neko from turning to stone. Nekolan isn’t a bully. It’s just not who he is. A commander, maybe even an unconventional hero. Everybody does what he says anyway. It’s been like that forever. In most social setting he is on the top. And it’s because inside he still is caring. That’s not a mask, but it’s buried. Neko isn’t the nicest. It’s his job not to be. In his dealing he can be less that polite, or impatient, especially to humans. That doesn’t mean he looks down on them. Their world is just so different. Though the cat part in him makes his arrogant sometimes looking down on the world. You’ve heard me talk about his close friend, and I think you get the jist of it. Once he knows you, really knows you, everything changes. He’s caring and polite and his friendship is worth a lot. They know everything about him, and he knows everything about them. He will support them to the end and love them as family. But probably not romantically, thou he’s had to pretend at it several times. Don’t let is talk get to you head. He can be dangerous. You’d be smart to remember that. More dangerous than a super criminal or a bomb. Dangerous because he’s a trickster hiding behind those facades and you’ll never see it coming. And when he hits it’s with the force of years of training. Neko is no psychopath, though his life is defined by violence. He has been made by it. I think it’s time to tell you of his past. Neko’s life had hate in it, even form the beginning. Neko’s father, a powerful Zoloto-Galasa was on the run when he found Neko’s mother. She was a gifted human and she could keep up. The two were happy together. But when the dark elven found him he had to leave his family. Neko was only seven at the time and he didn’t quite understand what was happening. But later he did and he formed his own opinion, form the hurt of his mother. He started to hate the man who he though had abandoned them. When his father first came back keno didn’t know him and fought what he though was a kidnapping. But his father took him to a safe place and told him the history of the Zoloto’s and Neko’s heritage. It took Neko a while to believe him, but when he did he truly accepted it. He decided to follow in the footsteps of century’s dead elven and restore his family’s glory. But he didn’t get much more time than that with his father. The Dark Elven found them and his father had no time to get his son to safety. Fifteen year old Neko watched as his father was killed. After that he felt that he had no choice. Somehow he made his way to an elven training camp to start his education. But he wasn’t accepted. He knew nothing, had no back story and was half human. That didn’t stop him, in fact it motivated him to show that that he wasn’t nothing. After a few years he was surpassing people with many more years than he had, as fighting and magic. Then he began to tech himself skills that he had wanted all along. He started to learn to be an assassin. To move silently and swiftly, and to masquerade. Nobody knew that he was making himself into an assassin, until his masters gave him a mission. To watch Arowyn. She was misterious. The woman, acting hundred of years older than them, with her forigne looks and ways. She scared the Kings spies. It seemed simple to him at the time, something that wouldn’t require all of his skills. Still he was honored to have been chosen by the Secretes. They told him he had brought his family honor. He had skills to match the best of them, and the determination that had taken him though nearly ten years of training. He happily agreed to the task, even if it wasn’t that hard. But he never thought that little mission would change his life forever. They told him to find everything out he could. If he could confirm she was no threat then perhaps the kings forces need do nothing more, but if she was a threat, then he was to kill her. Arowyn was the most deadly threat the Kingdom had ever face, and keno knew that even if he tried, he could not com pleat his task. So he made a different call. He befriended her. he became her teacher and she became his. She taught him worlds of knowledge and he taught her of his world. And eventually together they convinced the Secretes that Arowyn was a friend, an asset and eventually, a treasured guard. Arowyn was hundreds of years older and she left their world, going back her own. Neko missed her, but he had competed his task. He had brought glory back to his family.
Oranos Oddessu
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No pointy years? Oh my god, its a natural disaster! that's right, I am one hundred percent ,all, total, human. I dont have Vulcan ears? (why do i know about that stuff? because i had a total geek for a brother) Call the cops. I am Human (note:human, not Humani) and I'm proud of it. Yes I'm slow, and week, and ugly (I was anyway, according to my brother) but at least i aint a fairy tale critter from some book. Don't like me already? be my guest, just cuz I'm not a stupid girl who worships elves.(oh they are soooo wonderful, Alex is soooo cute, Zara is soooo beautiful) Whatever is what i say to that. So yes, moving on from my nonelfness, how 'bout my name? Ouranos Oddessu, and notice the little word behind it (in parenthesis, like these! I love parenthesis) it says Sky. Do you want to know why? Cuz that's what I'm called. I'm Greek (obviously, Ooh, olive oil! Actually that the Italians who are obsessed with olive oil) So Ouranos means sky. Now who want to be called Ouranos(Roll call: jack, Martha, Elly, Ouranos...) not me, so I'm called Sky. I sign my name Sky,say its sky, and answerer to, you guessed it; Freda! No stupid, Sky. So yeah, that about it, be seeing' you then, bye! What do you mean I haven't told you anything? how many words is this, like 500? (actually its about 200) so what else do you want to know? I drank milk with morning, and I can count to a hundred (one, two, skip a few, ninety-nine, a hundred) No? Okay then like what? Now, are you sayin' i didn't read the rules? well i did, I know how to make a description. So i should? Fine! You are no fun, what so ever. Sense I have to do this properly I guess I have to say what i look like. I'm a short purple man from mars, I drink milk, and cow blood. My eyes are gold ball sized and rainbow colored- Yo! Stop interrupting so much. Who's talking me, or you? And how do you know I don't look like that anyway? Have you been stalking me? Okay, I guess I did say I was human (note:Human, not humani (aint that annoying?)) I'm short, I'm only five after all! Okay, I'll stop joking-for a minute- you have sixty seconds.I have clear blue eyes (Sky blue) that shine with energy. They show my emotion easily, making it hard for me to look bored or unemotional, like some of the other stupid elves-es around here. my skin is a little dark (Greek skin, from Greece!) Just so I stand out a little. My hair is kinda odd after that. You'd expect it to be shiny and black, but its the opposite. It is light blond, floaty, and wavy. Its about shoulder length, and a massive pain to comb, it takes like, five minutes to get it even a bit manageable. 3,2,1 cough, hack, minutes up! But to continue. My nose is very flat and triangular. its moist and black. When I was a baby my parents got me surgery and transplanted a dogs nose onto my face. I have an excellent sense of small.(well, ok, not all of that is true) Will I stop joking for another minute? No way, I almost died last time. I'm thin, but still strong that helps me squeeze under a door to steel somebody's chocolate, and when beating up evil elfeez (noty, noty, oh look its a dragon!) so, yeah, can I move on now? yes? yahoo!(and Google) Party time. Personality time? But I just did my description. Fine. i am very nice and sweet, I never ever lie.(for this magic trick, I will need a dollar. Why, thank you ma'am. I will now make it disappear. Yup I did just put it in my pocket, you cant see it anymore can you/ can you have it back? No! you just gave it to me.) was that a good personality? no? Look Mr.Voclan (yes you are, you have pointy ears) Your not the boss of me.I gave you my personality;sweet and open. Again, you know that's a lie because...... oh, I know, your my stalker!Okay, what that you say? ten buck for another joke free minute? your on. I'm a joker (duh) vary rarely am I serious, otherwise I'd be bored. I do other things besides joke, well I multitask.I'm not shy at all, I'd be perfectly at home in a new school, because I make friends easily.(they cant help it, I'm amazing) I'm empathetic to lonely new kinds, so I try to make everyone feel like they fit in. I can be rude (its almost as fun(to a mean kid) as seeing someone get soaked)But I can be nice as well-time is up! I dont really mind being ruled by the student council, as long as they dont, like, order me around. And i have to admit, being queen wouldn't be so bad, ahem, did I really just say that? i have standing still (time for torture; getting your hair cut. mwahaha.) Most of the time, I'm not very responsible, I'm very mature though.( I didn't joke for thirty I should get fifteen bucks)Some people think I'm stuck u. Well sorry guys, I dont try to be ..... Any who- hey, is that a big enough personality? You people get the idea right? good. I have a very tragic past, all of my family(including me) was killed. by an assassin sent for the president of the united states.(he got his plains mixed up, so he ended up in the Mediterranean.)You are a stalker. Okay, fine I lead a pretty (beautiful) normal life. Mostly. My dad was always a little odd. he kept leaving for a few days without telling anybody were he was going. Plus moving us around a lot. (Ive gone to eleven different schools) We rarely stayed in one play for a year (yes, finally all unpacked! its time to move again, get the boxes out.) I didn't have very many bff, cuz I only knew them for short periods of time, but i did always have friends, I was always pretty much popular. One night dad told us that he has special ability's, so possibly us kids did to. so i was ent t.(air tickets are so expensive what do we do? Sky doesn't mind being in a big box for a few days,do you?) To Billy's school for future magicians (ok, Secrete academy,by the way, you spell secret with only one E, sorry guys) actually, that not all that happened. One night we were taking a walk in the park, like parents love to do. All of a sudden these creeps jumped out and started yelling at my dad. I didn't understand any of it, but obviously dad did. I dont even remember all of this, I was so terrified, we all were, mom was hiding. After that they decided to kidnap dad, so they tried, but us kids, my big sister, me, and my two little brothers weren't going to stand for that. So we attacked, at first it didn't do much, but them something happened, to me and one of my little brothers, we did something, we created a wind that seamed to freeze them for a minute. After that was a bloodbath. The only children who survived were me and my non-magical brother. My other brother was kidnaped,My mom died My dad still has a limp. Nobody can say, I dont know the real world, I've been sheltered, i dont know what I'm facing. guess what; I do know. But... I try to forget that night, stay happy.So y es, I have Ability's (besides making money vanish)It totally rocks! I say a word and stuff happens, its like magic! (uh, it is magic.)anyways, i may not know much about it now, but I am going to be the best human spell weaver ever!(you thirsty, how 'bout a ball of water? on sail now!) Have you looked at my Pic? Good then you've noticed the bow, and the wolf. They are cardboard cutouts, for effect. Okay, no (that the tenth time I've said that. Okay no, eleventh!) The boy I just picked out when I got to new secrete, but I'm pretty good. (watch out! ahh, sorry, do you have a hospital here maybe?) Well, I'm getting there. The wolf is my friend, he sniffs out candy for me. One of the first things I learned when I got here was how to talk to animals, and I have to say most are pretty nice.(they dont get my sense of humor, animals dont have humor, I'm told) except the evil ones, those are evil.(Rawr. translation: I want to rip you to shreds) So yes, we've gone over ot as fast, strong or flexible as them, but their minds aren't super. They use to be Hito just like me, so I can outsmart them, especially because they aren't expecting tricks from a little kid. They aren't expecting much, and really that's what I get. I'm no mach for them in a regular fight, but against other Hito, I'm awesome. I'd have to be, to stay alive against the Chi long enough to use my mind tricks. How does a girl like me get to be so smart? Well, I've been fighting since I was eight, and I've been learning how since I was five. Basically I use the same tricks every time, and they all fall for them. I think the Chi are disgusting. Of course we made the first mistake, but if they're so advanced, why did they go along? Instead of killing us, they could be helping us, doing the stuff the rest of us mortals can't do. I have a bit of a temper as you see. I have a heard time controlling my emotions, and when I get mad, I just want to hit stuff. Sometimes that's good, like when I'm fighting, but mostly not. I know I'm in the fighting force, so I have to listen to our leader, but I hate taking directions, being told what to do. I wont let anyone run me over, but I am a good leader. I'm fair and loyal, I would never abandon a friend. I will always help someone else in trouble. I can be subtle and persuasive if I have to, but it seams like a stupid way to do things. So mostly I just say my mind. I dont really care about if it might hurt someone or not. I've been called pert before. I'm a little bit wild, kinda erratic, and not very organized, I just do some as it comes to me, I'm not the best at planing, for that reason. I can be very stubborn, and if you want to change my mind, you'd better have a good argument. I guess I could say I'm fierce and brave, but not all that much, after all, I'm just a little girl. Now how can such a young girl have such a strong opinion about the Chi? And why are her parents letting her come and fight them? Most people are rather neutral on the Chi. 'Sure kill 'em, doesn't affect me.' But I realy hate them. Here comes the second answer too. I never knew my dad, our mom raised me and my brother. When my brother was fourteen, the fighters came and took him to be trained to fight. If they didn't need him, he would be sent back in two years. Before he could could come home though, the Chi attacked his band of trainees. The report we got said that they were all killed. My mom went to his funeral, but left me with a babysitter. My mom never came back either. I dont know what happened to her. Now do you understand why I hate the Chi so much? They killed my brother. Anyone would be mad for that but that's not really the only reason. I could understand -I'd still hate them though- if they had killed a patrol of fighters searching to kill them, but a group of trainees? They weren't harming them, most of them didn't even want to be there! I do blame the fighter for it some. After all, they demanded that he come, but they didn't kill my brother.
Takashi Jete
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No, I really don't look much like Nemia. Most people never figure out that she's my twin on their own. Actually, most people think she's my girlfriend, which is hilarious, but. Eww. Still, I can understand. Nemia with her long red hair and golden skin is kind of the opposite of me. Plus, I'm taller. Can you see the smirk? My eyes are a dark red-amber color that's about the one trait that I share with my sister. My hair, I do not. My hair is a dark color stuck somewhere between black and dark blue. In the shadow, it looks sort of gray and in the light you can see it's got a touch of midnight blue in it. My skin matches my hair, to some degree. Instead of being a shade of gold, it's more silvery. Its not particularly pale though, like some of the people here. Its actually close to a normal Humani's skin color, just with a touch of silver, as I've said, normally with a couple bruises. That tends to happens when you're a bodyguard. Except Briar. I've never seen Briar with a bruise. Odd how that happens, isn't it? Unlike some people (ahem-my sister-cough cough) I do have some muscle. Not body builder, steroids muscle, but I've spend the past couple years of my life at a Salavarki school muscle. Salavarki's have a thing about sitting down. I swear, they all have ADOS (Attention deficit Ooh, shiny!) The shiny part tends to be something pointy and deadly. If you have enough time to sit, you have enough time to hack at something for a few hours or run around a mountain before dinner. I've been told that exact same thing before. You do not want to go to a Salavarki school if you like slacking off. Actually, you just won't get in. Most people don't even know you can get into a Salavarki school without being a Salavarki. Actually, most people just don't know Salavarki schools exist. Most Humani don't know about their government's secret training facilities, and I guess that's what Salavarki's school are like in the Folk world. Anyways, getting into Salavarki school is really, really hard. They have to invite you, and they don't even invite all of the Salavarki's to their tops schools. I went through a couple of them until I was put in their best school. Who says you have to be a Salavarki to be able to fight? Well, the Salavarki's do. Actually, they don't, they just put you in a headlock which makes their point pretty well. In all the Salavarki schools I've been through, I had been sort of a celebrity, but at the time I got to the top Salavarki school, which I'm not allowed to tell you the name of, there was something else going on. This infamous kid was going to show up. He was half elemental, get that? And a Salavarki! And rumor said that no one could lay a finger on him. Pfft. How good could this kid be, really? Like normal, when the kid got here, we all challenged him to a duel. As the prodigy, I went first. Do you know how long it took him to draw first blood on me? A minute! Then came the current best, who was teaching at the school, and his son. It took him thirty seconds to down the son and Sensei only got him with a trick only the best can do right. Can you guess who yet? Yes, that would be Briar. He is only a few years older but he graduated from that school in less than half the time I did. It took me four years and on his second years he started getting real jobs. After four years, I think I was starting to scare the Salavarki's. I was first in my graduating class, and if they did a tournament, I could probably rank in the top ten of all Salavarki's trained at their schools. They didn't have anything for me to do, so they sent me to be Briar's apprentice. I'm not going to say that I'm completely on par with him, that I'm the second or third best of those trained at Salavarki school, but I have to be pretty damn good for them to give me as an apprentice to the best Salavarki alive. At this point, I'd run maybe fifth or so. So now you know Why I'm here, though not exactly what I'm doing. What does one school need with two top ten Salavarki's Not a lot. Mostly us bodyguards sit around bored. Before Nemia left, I wasn't bored much. You don't know where she went? I?m not quite sure. She's being some hotshot in the Humani world though. Some actress or singer something. I miss her, but she does visit, and what matters is that she's getting to do what she wants. I suppose my parents would be happy that I don't have anything to distract me from training anymore. I have been trained to do my whole life, almost. I wasn't born holding a knife though. I actually only got into the first Salavarki school because our parents knew the right people. It really was just a coincidence that I had the skill to go along with the talk. When we were five, the two of us were separated. My sister was supposed to be a bad influence and unbeneficial to my focus. Everyone though Nemia was a dud, the one elemental that didn;t have powers. Then, when she was eight, some creep kidnapped her and she roasted him. Bang! Everything was alright and I could have my sister again. But that didn't mean I could see her. No, I had to keep training. I know that's what was required to become as good as I have. I just have to wonder, if I had to give up my sister, what did the other Salavarki's have to give up? What did Briar have to give up? When we were 16, relatively, I finally got sent to the academy and could be with my sister again, that is until she left. We were a we again though, unlike when I was training. What's a we Oh, I keep forgetting not everyone is a twin. I may not look like Nemia, but we are twins, and nothing will ever change that, or break us apart. I'd just like to see them try! Especially after last time. If they try that again, they'll find themselves dealing with their darkest nightmare, strait from hell. Because a twin is someone special. It's a bond that can't be broken by time or space or any thoughts or feelings. Its a rare gift. If you're not a twin you'll never understand, so stop trying. But if you are, let me tell you. You twin is your greatest treasure. You may hate them, but you will love them at the same time. So never allow them to be taken away from you. Protect them with everything you have. They are yours, alone. You can give them, to the person who is right for them, or the destiny that is theirs, but you will always be by their side. Don't give me that strange look. I'm not expecting you to understand. Unless you're a twin. I can tell you're still skeptical. Your thinking, I don't act like a twin. Its true, Nemia and I aren't the closest of twins; we were split up for over half of our lives. But still, without Nemia, I'd act totally different. I'd probably be a little bit more outgoing, though I'm not saying I'm shy. I'm polite enough, no more so than any other normal person really. To the people I don't know very well, I'm not really outspoken, and certainly not rude. I just don't say a lot to them. I mean, what is there to say? Nemia's really got it all covered anyway, and I was trained to be a body guard, always attentive for danger. It's hard to be watchful when you're chattering away. But, if there is something I want you to know, though, I'm not going to keep quiet. I'll say what I think needs to be said, when I think it needs to be said, never mind what anyone else things. I'm not here to please people; I'm here to keep them safe. After all, even if they have a problem with it, what are they going to do about it? Challenge me to a duel? Not unless they have a death wish. Despite that, I'm nice to most people, most people if they aren't a threat, I should say. Unlike some Salavarki's I'm not a stone wall. I can't be, living with Nemia. If I tried ignoring my sister, she'd probably erupt a volcano underneath me, besides being a twin, I automatically way company, it s weak point with both of us. Even when were not together, we need to have some friends. So, for the most part, I'm pretty friendly. Its hard to tell what Salavarki's think of you, but I guess I can't be that bad, that or all the girls just think I'm cute, because I've got lots of friends at the school. But I am a body guard, so I can't just go around shaking people hands. Which is contradicting, I know but I get by. I don't see a problem with being cheerful, as long as you still get your job done correctly. I'm not one to judge a person before I know them. Though, once I know you, you are going to have you hands full trying to change my mind. I don't forgive easily. I can't. But you'll have a hard time changing my mind about anything for that matter. I'm stubborn, maybe that's where Nemia gets it from. If I wasn't stubborn, I'd have dropped out of the Salavarkis schools years ago. Though I may seem it sometimes, I'm not shy or anything. I just do a good job of hiding my emotion, when I want to. I was trained to. I just dont think other people care or need to know exactly what I'm feeling at the moment. Of course I don't keep up the charade all the time. It's impossible to close myself off from Nemia. I do talk with the people I trust; It might be hard to believe, but I can be opinionated. I can talk as much as Nemia does, when Im with a close friend. Everybody has thoughts and feelings, even me, even if you can't see them sometimes. Even if I don't show it, I've got a temper. And there are a few things that I won't forgive, like hurting my family and my friends. If you get me angry, then you should watch out. I wasn't trained at a Salavarki school for nothing. I was trained to guard, which is what I should be doing now, so if you'll excuse me, I'll be going. See you around.
Yajirushi Naifu
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So, you want to know the story of Yaji, the shifter princess do you? It?s not all fairy tale sweet, her history is as sad and hard as any shifters. But I shall start now. The sifters of the leader family were named for what they were. And, so Yajirushia mean arrow in the all but lost language of her people. And she is, perhaps she is the flaming arrow, bringing light to her people helping to lead them to a better place. In the eyes of a people who can live for centuries, Yaji is still young. To her people, she is still only about fifteen, but she has lived for almost thirty years. Granted she is not a wise as many, as far as humans go, she would be known more than the average teenager. She is much wiser than anyone could expect from a girl her age. Yaji looks just like she is fifteen. In the human/elven for threat Yaji assumes most often she isn?t bulky, but she isn?t skinny either. She is willowy and graceful, like a cat. Her foot steps are light and she can look fluid even when she?s standing still. She is taller than some but not the tallest. Her hair is a burnished brown. When it?s in the sunlight you can see streaks of chocolate brown and chestnut. It is glossy, but not thick, it falls down to her hips when its not put up. Yaji's skin is gold. Not a light brown, or toffee color, but almost true gold. Its dark especially compared to the pale alabaster of the elven. Yaji?s eyes are dark, it?s almost impossible to tell what color they are, they look like they are black, but in actuality are a dark red. They are wary, and take in everything. You could easily be trapped in her gaze, unable to look away. Yaji?s face is more proud than beautiful; there is something dangerous about her, predatory, wolf like. She stands out, but it's not just because of her looks, she is not a heart stopping beauty, though she is still pretty as an elven. She looks noble, or royal, with fine check bones, and dark expressive eyebrows. She commands attention; you almost want to bow to her. Yaji is a creature of change, she has many forms that she can transform into, but her favorites are usually cat related, or have wings, she usually does not favor one in particular, except for her elven form. Yaji is as familiar and comfortable with a blade in her hand as if she was born with one. She barely ever goes anywhere without a knife, or sword; hidden, or strapped to her belt. And when she uses it, don?t stand to watch, though it is a beautiful sight, run, unless you are a master yourself. With Yaji, fencing is more than a skill, it?s an art, one she has perfected. Though if you handed her a bow, she would barely even know how to hold it. The knife is her weapon, really the only one she knows, as she has devoted all her training to it. She can be completely comfortable with an off weight blade that she's never seen before, because she can compensate for them. That tells you how much of a master she is. Knives are a part of her. Yaji could easily be a killer, but she more of a protector, of herself, her people, and her family. Yajirushia's family was once much bigger, but she was the only one who survived, when the shifters world was destroyed. Yaji's father was the leader, the King of the shifters, and he was teaching Yaji to follow in his footsteps. For the beginning of the life he led a pretty normal life. Her father let her help him sometimes, asking for her opinion and such, as part of her training, but that didn't take up all her time. When Yaji was free she loved to spend her time in the woods and forest, usually alone; Yaji didn?t have very many friends, because of her mother. Yaji's mother was very well bread, and she wanted her daughter to be around the children of other high class family?s, but though they seem like people Yaji would like, she never real made friends with them. She was happy enough though, untill the disaster. When the world started to break, Yaji was terrified, she though they were all going to die, until Ceeci showed them the gate. Yaji refused to leave with the rest of the young shifters, and people her age. She stayed with her family, though she did force her younger brother to leave. Yaji was one of the last people to leave. When the shadow-world was just about to crumble Ceeci dragged her out...