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Welcome to RPDream! Please read the following rules and get a character sheet approved before rping. Until you are a member please speak only to the mods: Sidekicks, Heroes, and Demi-Gods, they will answer any questions you may have. For RPDream members, please refrain from distracting Dreamers from their profile writing and only assist them if all the mods are idle/gone.

:bulletred:Rules:bulletred:

1) Post one detailed, non-fanbased character as a comment to this rules journal, then ask a mod to look over it. ( Here are examples of the detail we are looking for - 
Male Character and Female Character. )  The mod will either approve your character or guide you in making it acceptable. ( If there are no mods available, those in the Advisors privclass are available to help you with your sheet, though only a mod can promote you. ) Once your character is approved, you will be promoted to a Member class and be free to rp with as many characters as you want, both original and fanbased. You may rp in RPDream if you'd like, or you can take your rps to a less crowded, private chat. The non-member (Dreamer) idle limit is 1 hour, so please check in with a mod while writing your profile to avoid getting kicked.

2) To Avoid Spam - Limit the use of icons, emotes, capslock, and stretching. Bold is to be used ONLY in rp requests. Icons are not allowed in away messages or RP requests. No large thumbs, small emoticon thumbs only. RP requests are to be no larger than 250 words. If you have a large request, please sub your text.

3) No advertising your art, chats, or websites. 

4) The only bots allowed in RPDream are IAmABot and xLittleMisfitx.

5) NO DRAMA. Please use #RPDOOCOfficial for heated arguments, to petition a ban, or to put in a formal complaint to a mod. Feel free to use /ignore to avoid drama with other members, but keep in mind that you cannot /ignore mods.

6) RESPECT THE MODS. What they say goes. If you refuse to comply with their requests they will silence, kick, and/or ban you depending on the severity of your actions. Also, do not rush the mods. If you tab one and they do not respond, please tab another mod to see if they are available to help you. If no mods are available, the Advisors might be able to assist you.

7) Keep it PG-13. Sexually explicit roleplaying is NOT permitted in ANY chatroom on deviantArt, private or otherwise and is punishable by IMMEDIATE banning. Because of the sexual connotations, the following words are not allowed: Dominant-dom, submissive-sub, seme, uke, smuke, seke, top, or bottom. Please use MxM, FxF, MxF, etc to specify gender pairings rather than using the words Yaoi, Yuri, or Hentai.

8) No Multiple Accounts. If you would like to switch accounts, please log into both accounts and alert a mod. They will demote the old name and promote the new one. If you are unable to log onto your old account, please find a member to vouch for you, or you will have to submit another character profile.

(All rules from here forward are in Beta  testing and are subject to change.)

BETA Alternative to Character sheets.

1) Post one detailed non-fanbased Roleplay Post as a comment to the Rules Journal, then ask a mod to look over it. Prompts should include one suggested setting, a conversation with another character, some inner thought, an outer conflict or an inner conflict. Prompts will be evaluated based on descriptiveness, use of sensory language, character communication, and inner thoughts.

BETA Prompt Details:
(Make sure to not make your character overly-perfect or clichéd. God-modding (or being overpowered) is suggested against, as well.)
It is up to the individual to describe character appearance, settings appearances, time period, and anything else specific to an OC.

Suggested Settings: In the woods, In a city, On a spaceship, In a meadow.

Suggested Outer Conflicts: In a sword fight, Being chased, Drowning in a lake, fighting with a loved one.

Suggested Inner Conflicts: Wrestling with inner demons, worrying that a loved one is cheating, talking to oneself about their problems.

(An example post would be: An OC in a city fighting with their spouse about a mortgage, and it would involve describing the house, the characters, and using descriptive language in both the conversations
and inner thoughts.)

(End of beta rules.)


* All rules are subject to change. We have a kick/kick/ban policy in place if you break rules 3 times in a 24 hour period. Consistent rule breaking over time will result in a ban or temp ban possibly without warning.

:bulletgreen:Character Profiles:bulletgreen:

You MUST use this format. Please fill-in all fields with as much detail as possible or it will not be approved. Avoid overly cliched or perfect characters. ( aka Mary-Sues/Gary-Stus) Use full sentences instead of listing off traits. Use correct spelling, capitalization, and punctuation please.

Examples of what we are looking for:
Male Character and Female Character

Character Name:
Age: ( If your character looks younger/older than they actually are please list both their real age and what age they look. Don't go overboard on actual age. )
Species: ( If uncommon or made by you, please explain their species here. NO FANCHARACTERS. )
Gender:
Appearance: ( Must be written in full sentences, not listed. Paint us a picture of your character using your words, you may link a picture at the end, but you MUST write an appearance as well.)
History: ( This should be at least 3 fully formed paragraphs detailing their life from birth to current age. Please avoid overly done cliches such as these: Dead parents, unexplained powers, child killers/assassins, raising themselves alone at young ages, being 'insane' with no explanation, etc. And remember, even if they don't remember their past, they DO have one, so explain it. )
Personality: ( How they act socially around different types of people such as friends, family, strangers, etc. What makes them mad/sad/happy and how do they react to those emotions? What are their fears and emotional strengths/weaknesses? What are their likes/dislikes? FULL SENTENCES, NO LISTING. )
Weakness: ( Must be a specific Physical or Elemental weakness. Emotional weaknesses and fears do not count and should be put in personality. 'Normal human weaknesses' will only be accepted if the character is human with no powers, weapons, abilities, or special training. Your weaknesses MUST balance out your abilities/weapons.)
Weapons/Abilities: ( Please don't over do the amount of weapons and abilities. )
Other:
Requested Class in Chatroom: Choose one of the following: Sword_Wielders, Spell_Casters, Battle_Mages, Long_Weapon_Users, Axe_Wielders, Archers, Gunners, Lashers, Short_Weapon_Users, Shape_Shifters, Fist_Fighters, Ranged_Weapon_Users, Multi_Weapon_Users, Mind_Users, Beasts, Non_Fighters )


:bulletblue:Useful Links and Information:bulletblue:

Sheeply's Roleplaying Guide for Beginners
Elvan-Lady's RP Information Guide
dA Notice: How to Discourage Predators
TheRainbowLlama's Tabbing Tutorial

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TheGeekWhoIsToCool Featured By Owner 23 hours ago  New Deviant
Character name: Atermis (Dosen't have a last name)

Age: 18

Race: Gryphon

Gender: Female

Appearance: Atermis has straight brown hair reaching her mid-back with naturally blonde tips, Her eyes are golden with some specks of brown. Atermis stands around 5'11 but in her Gryphon form she stands 6-7 ft tall. Atermi's style is mostly jeans and T-shirts, If not T-shirts then sweaters and jackets. Most of the time she has her hair in a ponytail when she goes out, She rarely feels to let it down.

History: Atermis was 5 years old when it all happened. She feel asleep while watching a movie with her father, Her mother was out for work late that night. Her father shut off the movie and took her down into the basement strapping her to a steal cold table. Next to the table was a tray of injections and blades. She had opened her eyes to see her father standing over her with yellow glowing liquid in a needle, She screamed and thrashed around, She had an extreme fear of needles.

Her father shushed her saying soothing words and stabbed the needle into her neck letting the fluids rush into her system causing her intense pain. She screamed and screamed until the medicine eased up. Her father smiled sickly. "It's working," He cried out in a menacing laughter. Tears streamed down her face as she watched her dad grab a next needle, It was filled with glowing blue liquid this time, He stabbed her in her neck again and she was paralyzed, No pain, No cries, Just laid there motion-less.

Her father then grabbed a red needle, It glowed brighter than the others. "Time for the last one," He grinned stabbing her in the neck again. This time Atermis screamed louder and broke off the restraints, Her eyes glowing red and her hands turning into eagle claws, Her feet sprouting brown fur and her clothes ripping as big brown wings sprouted from her back. Soon there was a Gryphon standing in front of the father and clawed at him, Anger taking it over, As it was finished the Gryphon took off breaking through a window and flew away taking shelter at a near by town turning back to normal as the girl walked half naked as shredded clothes hung off her body.

She had found a foster home and lived there for a while until she ran away at the age 16 and lived by herself in a treehouse, She had lived off of stolen items and money.

Weakness: Needles

Weapons: Hand-in-Hand combat, Carries around a pistol and sometimes a rifle.
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atlantagamer Featured By Owner Edited Jan 31, 2016  Student General Artist
Character name: Chloe Welsh Rose

Age :19

Race: human/cyborg

Gender: Female

Appearance:      Chloe is a little big for most girls not much weighing 130 pounds  she dose not look heavy on the outside its when she undresses that she is seen with some fatness on her. her eye's are dark blue and she has a metallic shoulder on both sides of her as she had a break in her bones. her hair is a shiny jet Black color and is in a bun most of the time as she dose not like it down unless in a formal party. 

    She carries a small hand bag loaded with medical supplies a small amount of food and a survival kit. she where's camouflage pants and a Polo t-shirt most of the time if she goes to a formal meeting she wears a blue dress with 2 inch heals.

History:     Chloe was born in Deer field, Wisconsin into a high class ungodly rich family she could buy more of anything then all but a few people. upon coming home she was given seizure disorder at the age of 4 years old, her sister Cara took best care of her on the sister side of things and her brother Mark took care of man problems that she could not handle. at the age of 11 (eleven) she was taken by her brother out to a field to practice shooting a 50 caliber barret sniper he would train her for several weeks until something bad was to happen temporary splitting them up for about a year. She was in a tree and fell out and breaking her sternum and back causing her to have pain for years after.

    Chloe was held hostage by a all female terrorist group name Shi-Suun a half Asian Half American group of women from both countries that were outcast in there area's they stayed in a small town in Alaska at the northern most part as far north as you could go. Chloe was brutally tested in cold climates and was told she would more then likely die if she did not tell them how to make copies of her body. they also took her and turned her into a half human half cyborg female giving her stronger power then what they knew.

    Chloe managed one night to knock a few of the women out and get free making it to a small town in middle Alaska to someone reunite with her brother finding mark within a matter of 30 minutes.she then found out she had the gift and only one gift to find family member no matter where she was from them or they where from her. 
    
    she could also tell if her family needed help but this had to be done close to some for of communications for 15 seconds to sync up with them. Mark then helped Chloe by finishing her long range weapons training with all the long range rifles from world war one until now. she later found out before she escaped later that she had been drugged with dangerous drugs and that it cause her to having a affect on her mental judgement affecting if she could tell who was a friendly and and a foe.

    Chloe now lives in Clearmont,Mo in a small two bedroom apartment with her sister Cara.

Personality: Chloe see's life sometimes as a joke trying to keep herself from remember from being kidnapped at the age of 12 years old (a year later) she dose not always take live as a joke when it comes to her family and friends safety she will go to the extreme of killing someone or something if not worse after its dead. she dose have a caring side for her friends and family and will keep them in good health she dose not like to see sick people as this was traumatic for her to. when she is not doing anything to interesting she has a neutral personality towards people she is scared of small guns but will carry two very certain type's of handguns. 

Weakness:     extreme cold, lake of water due to the conditions the terrorist  put her though. (cold weather lake of not frozen water)

Weapon(s):     Chloe carries a 9 mm pistol and and 45 cal pistol on both sides she also has a very small amount of certain different poisons she carries in her bag. she carries as a main weapon a 50 caliber sniper.

Requested Class: Long_weapon_users
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atlantagamer Featured By Owner Jan 31, 2016  Student General Artist
Character name: Chloe Welsh Rose

Age :19

Race: human/cyborg

Gender: Female

Appearance:      Chloe is a little big for most girls not much weighing 130 pounds  she dose not look heavy on the outside its when she undresses that she is seen with some fatness on her. her eye's are dark blue and she has a metallic shoulder on both sides of her as she had a break in her bones. her hair is a shiny jet black color and is in a bun most of the time as she dose not like it down unless in a formal party. 

    She carries a small hand bag loaded with medical supplies a small amount of food and a survival kit. she where's camouflage pants and a Polo t-shirt most of the time if she goes to a formal meeting she wears a blue dress with 2 inch heals.

History:     Chloe was born in Deer field, Wisconsin into a high class ungodly rich family she could buy more of anything then all but a few people. her sister Cara took best care of her on the sister side of things and her brother Mark took care of man problems that she could not handle. at the age of 11 (eleven) she was taken by her brother out to a field to practice shooting a 50 caliber barret sniper he would train her for several weeks until something bad was to happen temporary splitting them up for about a year.

    Chloe was held hostage by a all female terrorist group name Shi-Suun a half Asian Half American group of women from both countries that were outcast in there area's they stayed in a small town in Alaska at the northern most part as far north as you could go. Chloe was brutally tested in cold Climates and was told she would more then likely die if she did not tell them how to make copies of her body. they also took her and turned her into a half human half cyborg female giving her stronger power then what they knew.

    Chloe managed one night to knock a few of the women out and get free making it to a small town in middle Alaska to someone reunite with her brother finding mark within a matter of 30 minutes.she then found out she had the gift and only one gift to find family member no matter where she was from them or they where from her. she could also tell if her family needed help but this had to be done close to some for of communications for 15 seconds to sync up with them. Mark then helped Chloe by finishing her long range weapons training with all the long range rifles from world war one until now. she later found out before she escaped later that she had been drugged with dangerous drugs and that it cause her to half a anger seizure a state where if not watched closely would lead to deaths of innocent people this also lead to her having chest and back pains from the after affects of the drugs

    One night she also killed a innocent young female and her boyfriend but both were to drunk and the charges where sometime later dropped after both family parties took a oath to keep each other away unless that day when they would meet and put flowers on the site of death.

Chloe now lives in Clearmont,Mo in a small two bedroom apartment with her sister Cara.

Personality: Chloe see's life sometimes as a joke trying to keep herself from remember from being kidnapped at the age of 12 years old (a year later) she dose not always take live as a joke when it comes to her family and friends safety she will go to the extreme of killing someone or something if not worse after its dead. she dose have a caring side for her friends and family and will keep them in good health she dose not like to see sick people as this was traumatic for her to. when she is not doing anything to interesting she has a neutral personality towards people

Weakness:     She has a pain issue she dose not do well with with pain in her chest or lower back area she also dose not like short range weapons as they scare her because of how closer her enemies has to get. she also has a seizure disorder and takes hemp oil or other natural medication to keep her from killing innocent people which has happens once before.

Weapon(s):     Chloe carries a 9 mm pistol and and 45 cal pistol on both sides she also has a very small amount of certain different poisons she carries in her bag. she carries as a main weapon a 50 caliber sniper.

Requested Class: Long_weapon_users
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atlantagamer Featured By Owner Jan 31, 2016  Student General Artist
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atlantagamer Featured By Owner Jan 31, 2016  Student General Artist
Character name: Chloe Welsh Rose

Age :19

Race: human/cyborg

Gender: Female

Appearance:  Chloe is a little big for most girls not much weighing 130 pounds  she dose not look heavy on the outside its when she undresses that she is seen with some fatness on her. her eys' are dark blue and she has a metalic shoulder on both sides of her as she had a break in her bones. her hair is a shiny jet black color and is in a bun most of the time as she dose not like it down unless in a formal party.

she carries a small hand bag loaded with medical supplies a small amount of food and a survival kit. she where's camoflage pants and a Polo t-shirt most of the time if she gose to a formal meeting she wears a blue dress with 2 inch heals.

History: Chloe was born in Deerfield, WIsconsin into a high class ungodly rich family she could buy more of anything then all but a few people. her sister Cara took best care of her on the sister side of things and her brother Mark took care of man problems that she could not handle. at the age of 11 (eleven) she was taken by her brother out to a field to pratice shooting a 50 caliber barret sniper he would train her for several weeks until something bad was to happen temporarly splitting them up for about a year.

Chloe was held hostage by a all female terrorist group name Shi-Suun a half Asian Half American group of women from both countries that were outcast in there area's they stayed in a small town in Alaska at the northern most part as far north as you could go. Chloe was brutally tested in cold Climates and was told she would more then likely die if she did not tell them how to make copies of her body.

Chloe managed one night to knock a few of the women out and get free making it to a small town in middle Alaska to someone reunite with her brother finding mark within a matter of 30 minutes.she then found out she had the gift and only one gift to find family member no matter where she was from them or they where from her. she could also tell if her family needed help but this had to be done close to some for of communitcations for 15 seconds to sync up with them. Mark then helped Chloe by finishing her long range weapons training with all the long range rifles from world war one until now.

one night she also killed a innocent young female and her boyfriend but both were to drunk and the charges where sometime later dropped after both family parties took a oath to keep each other away unless that day when they would meet and put flowers on the site of death.

Chloe now lives in Clearmont,Mo in a small two bedroom apartment with her sister Cara.

Personality: Chloe see's life sometimes as a joke trying to keep herself from remember from being kidnapped at the age of 12 years old (a year later) she dose not always take live as a joke when it comes to her family and friends saftey she will go to the extreme of killing someone or something if not worse after its dead. she dose have a caring side for her friends and family and will keep them in good health she dose not like to see sick people as this was tramatic for her to. when she is not doing anything to interesting she has a neutral personality towards people

Weakness: she has a pain issue she dose not do well with with pain in her chest or lower back area she also dose not like short range weapons as they scare her becuase of how closer her eneime has to get. she also has a seizure disorder and takes hemp oil or other natural medication to keep her from killing innocent people which has happend once before.

Weapon(s): Chloe carries a 9mm pistol and and 45 cal pistol on both sides she also has a very small amount of certain different poisons she carries in her bag. she carries as a main weapon a 50 caliber sniper.

Requested Class: Long_weapon_users
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darlenefaithgomez Featured By Owner Jan 30, 2016  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
CHARACTERS NAME: Mikan Korimaru
Age:18 years old
Species:Human anime
Gender: Female
Appearance: She lives a normal life with her aunt. She has white skin (A white Japanese Anime girl) She has Brown eyes. She has black hair, all though its a little bit messy, not too long and her hair is also not too short. Mikan wears a red, cute dress. and she is also very beautiful and cute. She's not fat nor thin, she's just the right size.
History:  When she was born, her mother died because of the kidney failure that shee didn't know, so thats when she wwas left to her aunt alone, as for her father. He ran away when he found out that Her mother 'Diana' was pregnant. As Mikan grew up, she learned how to draw,  her drawings improved everyday of her life. She started drawing when she was 2 yrs. old, about 16 years later. She was already 18, she signed up for a club, club art, she was one of the best of them all!
Personality: She's a very shy person, also sensitive. She's very friendly and cautious. and hope someday her truelove would come to her.
Weakness: She is ellergic to Berries any kinds of berries. And normal human weakness.
Weapons/Abilities: drawing
Other: She's from a dimmension called "Otikunano" where warriors, art warriors, draw their own warriors or sword or shield, etc. To protect the city
Request Class in Chatroom:  Fist_Fighters
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theKungFuFerret Featured By Owner Jan 25, 2016  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Character Name: Clark Trang

Age: 27 years old

Species: Human (Chinese/Vietnamese)

Gender: Transman (Birthgender = female, hasn't gotten the surgery yet)

Appearance: He's... a relatively normal person. Brown eyes, messy chin-length black hair, honey-colored skin - typical Asian traits. However, he also has a thinner, more angular face than the average, and a bit of a button nose. He is also only 5"3' tall, but surprisingly  has some muscle from years of taking on any kind of work available, usually some form of manual labor. He wears big glasses with wide lenses; sometimes the glares hides his eyes. His fashion sense is science themed T-Shirts and jeans, though sometimes he wears an awful green jacket and green fedora (like this thekungfuferret.deviantart.com… ) He always wears a small silver medallion around his neck just because.

History: He was born in Etsu Nan, Neo-Terra (basically pseudo-Vietnam on pseudo-Earth.)  He and his parents moved around a lot to keep up with his dad's job as a civil engineer, so he often lost contact with friends he made when he was younger. His mom was pretty harsh on him about doing well in school and getting a well-paying job, and strictly disciplined him, which led to his constant self criticism and fear of being a failure. His dad was a lot more lenient and understanding, but narrow-minded on certain topic: when Clark was still Catherine Trang and announced that he wanted to change genders at age 18, his dad disowned him and cut off connection with him. His mom claimed she accepted him but Clark knew she could never see her daughter as a son.

When he went to college, he grew away from his mom but didn't try making any new friends, focusing on graduating top of the class and in four years. He was often seen as the science nerd that never talked and sat in the back of the classroom. He did enjoy chatting with his Biology professor, who died in a hiking accident a month after Clark graduated. He graduated with a Biology major and English minor and had his sights set on a research job.

However, his generation had a surplus of biologists and doctors, so he didn't get the job. Because the field he chose was so saturated (and partly because of his attitude,) he never kept any of his scientific jobs for long. Eventually he gave up after a year. He had to sell his apartment and switched between renting an apartment and living in a motel. He took on any jobs that local businesses could offer, from washing dishes to loading boxes to (trying to) fix a car.

Personality: He's not very approachable. Try talking to him and he'll either give you a weird look, a sassy comeback, or a straight up "F*** off." If you somehow manage to make friends with him, he's still sassy but a bit more open and friendly. He's pretty distant from family and sometimes even hostile. He enjoys talking about biology and/or 80s music and movies, and sometimes he sings along when he's alone. He hates bratty kids or adults, ridiculous prices, singing in front of people, and discrimination of any kind. Sometimes, he can get really upset and frustrated with life and himself, wondering if he's a failure or if he's useless. He likes having a job and a decent paycheck strong coffee, having at least one person to talk to, and watching skies. He doesn't understand politics, K-Pop music videos, and non believers of global warming.

Weakness: Atelophobia, near-sightedness, kind of short temper, and normal human weaknesses.

Weapons/Abilities: HIS FISTS AND HIS PUNS

Other: He comes from a sci-fi world. He's not hesitant to swear so if that bothers someone or needs to be censored, just let me know.

Requested Class in Chatroom: Fist_Fighters or Non_Fighters
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Rehaii Featured By Owner Jan 20, 2016
Smoky tendrils crept their way through crevaces, oozing along the monochromatic mass of earth and wasted shubbery. The only colour to prickle this shadow world were the eyes of the beast, burning embers plucked from the smoldering pits of hell. Its great body casting a sickly glow on the world, white fur seeming not to reflect light, but absorb it; for in this shadowland, all that appeared to be the deepest of blacks would become irridescent. It was as if the world had been mirrored and striped of colour and true light. The moon a black pit that stole any light the sun might have cast, for the sun did not exist in this realm. Those crimson beads  scanned the malignant forest for bright blips of colour, it was looking for signs of life, the heat little creatures left behind. Ivory teeth, once ebony, clicked together as the beast ground its jaws tightly, it had starved too long in this decaying world, it was time to move. It was time for this shadowbeast to step into the sun.

The air seemed to billow and screech with displeasure and pain as the beast padded nearer to the slit. It was hard to see the gap as it didn't want to be detected, a sentient door. Light and objects seemed to hold no solidity, everything shifted and obscured vision in order to hide the door between worlds. Oh, but the beast could smell it, the heavy musk of dirt and grass. Cold air stinging at its nostrils while sounds were a small buzz, tickling its eardrums. Its thick legs carried on unwavering, holding its path true and steady despite the dizzying affect the slit had on ones mind. Coming to face the void head on was nearly too much, even for a creature of the shadow beasts stature, its head was ringing and its heart was clenching tightly every few beats. The beast peeled its lips back over ivory teeth and let out a deafening howl, snarling and snapping at the door before picking up its pace, it would be imprisoned no more. Muscles began to ripple beneath its thick, matted fur before letting loose like a spring coiled too tightly; launching itself at the void with all intent to maim this thing that clamped shut so tightly. Suddenly it stopped. The screeching, the holwing, the pain. Silence. No, no there was no silence. The beast had been so used to the roar of the shadowlands that it had forgotten the whisper of winds, the shuffle of leaves and the sweet song of birds. Panting and still snarling its scanned this new world, eyes blinded by the sun and colour of the world. It would take in all of these new sensations, mind a buzz with information and seratonin. The beasts sides began to settle as its breathing was no longer laboured, though it filled its lungs with the air and held its breath for a moment. It was strong, this scent, thick. The beast lowered its head and stuck its chin forward, nostrils flaring once more to feast on an old memory, the memory of blood. Saliva began to slip from the beasts open maw, ebony teeth glistening with spit. It breathed in more deeply, head snaking to the left until its eyes landed on a bright figure and beneath it, the blood.
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Antleraptor Featured By Owner Jan 6, 2016
Character Name: 
Albert Charlot Coupe
Albert: From the Germanic name Adalbert, which was composed of the elements adal "noble" and beraht "bright".
Charlot: French diminutive of CHARLES (From the Germanic name Karl, which was derived from a Germanic word which meant "man". However, an alternative theory states that it is derived from the common Germanic element hari meaning "army, warrior".)
Coupe: From the word coupe, meaning "to cut".

Age: 
30 (DOB- February 14th, 1985)

Species:
 
Human, of French and Italian descent.

Gender:
Designated male at birth, identifies as such.

Appearance: 
Albert is a man of about average height- he stands at 5'9". His frame is nothing you'd look twice at, slightly thick due to muscle build, though not enough to make him look like a bodybuilder or overweight. Albert weighs in at around  146 pounds on average, though his weight fluctuates now and again, as does everyone else's. His posture is quite upright and proper, and sometimes gives the illusion that he is slightly taller than he actually is (given that most people slouch slightly.). His mannerisms are fast-paced and precise, whether they are his steps, the movement of his arms while cooking, etc.
He has a slightly elongated face, the shape being somewhere between oval and heart, which houses a straight, narrow nose, a slightly small mouth, and heterochromatic eyes (one grey, one green) which are usually hidden behind a pair of warm brown contact lenses (he is partially embarrassed of his eye colours, as he sees them as unnatural and weird.) His hair is dark red-brown. It is wavy, but this is not as noticeable as one would think, due to the medium length (male medium cut- to about the middle of the ears.). His hair is well-taken care of, as he showers quite frequently (at least twice a day, generally. If he has a particularly intense workout, it'll be three times.) He had lost his ear due to it being burnt beyond saving in a housefire. Recently, he has gotten a prosthetic to cover it that matches his real ear pretty much exactly.
His right (our left side) arm, most of his right side (including some of the chest and back) from the belly button up, as well as a lot of other spots on him, are covered in burn scars, and he is missing his right pinky. These scars are always covered by clothing, as he always wears long sleeves and pants (medium to dark grey suits at work, long sleeved tee shirts and jeans during leisure time.) Since Mid-September of 2013, Albert has been attending laser treatment for these scars. They are relatively faded, and almost to a normal skin texture. The scars will never completely go away- but their appearance has been reduced quite significantly from their gnarled, multi-toned origins.
Albert's clothing is practical. He wears suits to work (both to the restaurant as well as his Mafia jobs.). The suits for work are varied shades of grey. He does have black suits for formal occasions. When at leisure, he is commonly seen in jeans, sneakers, and long sleeved T shirts. He will not wear short sleeves, as he has a severe insecurity regarding the scarring of his right arm. The long sleeved tees are generally dulled colours- grey, black, mahogany, brown, olive, etc.

History:
Albert was born on February 14th, 1985, in Lyon, France. He was the first of two children to Edouard and Emilia Coupe. He had a pretty standard childhood, becoming an older brother to Marilena Coupe at the age of 7, going to elementary school, etc. He had taken interest in fencing at an early age, and started on a 'junior team' for children.

His parents divorced when he was 9 years old- Edouard had been cheating on Emilia with a woman he worked with. Emilia met a new man several months later, a fellow Italian immigrant named Marcello Rapallino. She remarried shortly after Albert turned 12 years old. Albert had no problems whatsoever with this, as he got along well with Marcello and was glad that his mother and sister were happy, as well. Up to this point, nothing significant or life-changing had really happened with Albert. 

He was an excellent student, with hopes of growing up to be either a biology or history teacher. His sister, however, seemed to have plans of Albert owning a restaurant, while she opened up a bakery, saying that the people would eat at his place, and come to hers for dessert. Albert was active in school organizations; running for track and field and cross country, as well as being a member of the diversity club and science club. On top of this, he maintained his chores at home, ranging from cooking to cleaning to babysitting his sister, as well as a job at a cafe that his aunt owned (Albert would walk his sister to the cafe from school, sit her at a table to do her homework and colour, and then wait tables, wash dishes, or whatever was needed.). He was a very friendly, outgoing young man with high hopes for the future, a large group of friends, and no need for any negative “hobbies” (drugs, theft, etc.). The only thing missing was an interest in girls, which he attributed to being so caught up in everything, that he simply didn’t have the time. He never really saw this as a big deal.

In March of 2000, the 15 year old Albert and 7 year old Marilena had, as usual, been home alone while their mother and stepfather were at work. Albert had promised his sister the day before that he would bake cookies with her after school, as he had to pick up eggs before they could make them. When Albert picked Marilena up from school and walked her home, she immediately asked to bake the cookies with him. He told her he would help her after he finished his homework, and then proceeded to go upstairs, start on his work, and fall asleep as he was doing so. He awoke to the smell of smoke sifting under his door, as his sister had tried to bake the cookies on her own (the kitchen was already in flames at this point). He could not find Marilena anywhere in the house, and refused to leave without finding her. He immediately started searching the smoke-filled house for her, immediately blaming himself for not just baking with her like he had promised. After what had felt like forever, Albert found her cowering in the corner of their parents' closet. The two did not escape the fire, as Albert was having severe difficulty convincing Marilena to just forget about her teddy bear and leave the house so they would be safe. The two ended up collapsing from smoke inhalation by the time they made it downstairs to the living room.

Albert awoke in the hospital, severely burned, sore, and, due to the drugs they had him on, unsure of where he was or exactly what had happened. He remembered the fire, but not how he ended up in the hospital. Every time someone came into the hospital room, regardless of whether it was a nurse, doctor, or his own mother, Albert had asked where Marilena was. The medication he was on was making him unable to actually register the fact that his sister had died of a combination of smoke inhalation and severe burns. After a while of slipping in and out of consciousness and finally becoming more alert, he was finally able to register the news that his sister was gone.

An extended period in the hospital resulted from the fire. Albert’s burns varied from first to fourth degree. Fortunately, the fourth degree areas (fourth degree burns are either almost or actually to the bone) were only his left ear and right pinky, which were removed. The boy needed to have the burns cleaned, drained, and wrapped frequently. When they had mostly scarred over, he went through a period of physical therapy after having the scar tissue assessed to see just how deeply it ran, as well as how it affected the muscles in his side, straight parts of his arm, his shoulder, wrist, and elbow, and his hand. After his dismissal from the hospital, Albert continued with the physical therapy for a decent while. 

Along with physical therapy, when Albert was discharged from the hospital and settled into the family’s new house, he was placed into psychological therapy. However, there really was no telltale sign that progress was being made. The boy did not acknowledge his psychiatrist, nor did he bother to participate in any of the “tests” (ex. “House-Tree-Person test”). His appointments seemed to consist of nothing but silence on his part, with the counselor trying to get him to speak. Sadly, he was not faring much better at home. He did not speak, nor did he make eye contact with anyone. When his parents would ask him to do something, he would either silently comply, or just keep at what he was doing, as if they were not there. Another issue that seemed to rise was a series of detailed, horrifying nightmares that presented varied accounts of the fire. Some would give an “out of body” experience, involving Albert watching himself start the fire (when he eventually discussed this with someone as an adult, they believed that these specific dreams resulted from his self-blame from the situation.), others would be exact recreations, and some, his least favorite, had him trapped and conscious, watching in horror as his sister burned alive. More often than not, the boy screamed in his sleep, and that was the extent of his vocal activity for a while. 

It was not until a month or so after he had been discharged from the hospital that Albert finally spoke. His first words were to his mother, in response to her stating that it was time to go to the psychiatrist. They were a mere, almost inaudible “I don’t want to go anymore.” Emilia, who was more happy than anything to hear her son speak again (despite the fact that he did not make eye contact with her), agreed to cancel the appointment if he would at least start talking with her if he needed to. He silently agreed, and, over the course of a few more days, was eventually speaking at the frequency of an average shy child. It took Albert another month and a half before he made eye contact with anyone again. He had been too afraid to look anyone- especially his mother- in the eye, as his fear of seeing shame or any other negative emotion in their eyes rivaled that of his newfound fear of fire. He had convinced himself that, because of what he had done, his parents no longer loved him.

When the scabs and blisters had healed, the scars had taken on this sort of colour and texture variety. Rather than symbols of survival, it seemed that they were there to taunt him, to keep reminding him of the horrible fire day by day. He had lost interest in generally everything and quit all school clubs, the track and field team, etc. Despite his pleas and begging, his mother would not let him quit fencing- she felt he needed something to vent frustration out on. Albert, knowing he would not win this fight, gave in and kept at it. Luckily, his dominant arm did not suffer any severe burning, and he was able to continue fencing. Not too long after, he had started to get into fencing again. He was nowhere near the hyperactive, excitable, friendly boy that he had once been, but he was a little better than before his mother made him continue the sport. Unfortunately, at this point, he seemed to hit a plateau, and did not improve for a long while.

After two years and no recovery in sight, Albert's stepfather, Marcello, had taken it upon himself to try a new method- he started training Albert for basic Mafia work. He knew that, since the boy was only half Italian, he wouldn't go very high in rank, though he figured that the work he would be able to get would at least require enough focus to get his mind off the fire for a bit. The intensity of having a responsibility that large had certainly started to bring Albert back into focus again, and he began putting his energy into that, rather than self-loathing and trying too hard to make things up to his mother for it (which was really only upsetting her more.). Very slowly, he started to bounce back a bit. A few large aspects of his mental trauma remained, but his insomnia, his stress-induced shut downs were the most prevalent.

A rather significant event in this time of his life had happened when he was 21 years old. Albert still had not recovered from his traumatic ordeal, and still had periods of over-stressing himself to the point where he would just shut down. His parents had tried to convince him to see a therapist, but time and time again, he refused, saying that "therapists are for insane people. I'm not insane. I'm hurt and trying to recover" (While he had been to appointments when he was a teenager, they were against his will and he sat in silence for the duration of them.). Keeping with his promise of staying near his parents' home, as his mother worried about him, Albert had gotten himself a small apartment, just large enough to be comfortable. He was walking home from his primary job (he was not really doing much with the Mafia at the time- his mental condition was not stable enough for larger work) at a friend's café, when he heard what sounded like a small dog barking and whining.  He followed the noises a few backyards over and found a dirty, skinny puppy tied up behind a house that was very clearly occupied. Had he not been stopped by a chain link fence, he would have gone and examined the dog. Albert had been stopped from leaving by the puppy noticing him and trying to run to him, excited and friendly as if there was nothing wrong with him. Hearing the front door of the house open caused Albert to turn and run.

Over the course of the next few days, Albert often found himself thinking of the dog. He was unsure why it kept popping up in his mind, and the more he tried to figure it out, the more it bothered him. He started to go out of his way to pass the yard with the dog, stopping to throw some meat from the "throw away" food at the café to him. The dog started to look forward to the visits, and often ended up hurting himself trying to extend the leash all the way to meet his new friend. At one point, when Albert noticed what appeared to be blood on the puppy's neck, presumably from the rope around his neck, he knew enough had been enough. 

Later that night, Albert returned to the house, relieved to see that all the lights were out. He circled the building a few times to make sure before he returned to the backyard. After a while, he finally mustered up the courage to go through with it. He hopped the fence and got to work. He hushed the excited puppy with a can of dog food that he crushed and smeared all over a plate he had brought to slow down the eating and keep the dog silent. He dug under the fence with his bare hands, simulating that the dog had done it himself. It took a while, but eventually the hole was big enough to look like the dog could slip through. He then cut the rope, doing a choppy job with a dulled knife, hoping that it would look like it had been chewed. Noticing that the plate was now almost emptied, Albert shoved that, as well as the knife, into his backpack. He hopped the fence again, and and called the puppy to the hole in the fence. He pulled the dog through, glad to see that some fur had caught and was stuck in the bottom of the fence. Wasting no time after that, Albert picked up the dog and ran home. 

He immediately got to his apartment and started to work. Just in case the owners had seen him, he took plenty of photos of the puppy to use as "insurance" to prevent them from reporting him. Then, he started to try and pull the rope from around the dog's neck, only to find out that it was pretty much embedded. After a few more "insurance" photos, Albert carefully removed the rope and tended to the wound, as well as a few other small ones he noticed. After giving the dog a bath, he was surprised to find out that the dog was white and grey, rather than different shades of brown. Eventually, his work was complete, and he had a clean, bandaged puppy, whom he named Guillaume.

A few days later, when Albert was bringing Guillaume home from his veterinarian appointment (he had told the veterinarian that he had found the dog with cans and other noisy objects tied to rope around his neck wandering around town, and that it looked like teenagers had done it to be funny.), the landlord noticed him holding the dog as he was about to step into the elevator. It was then that he received the news that, because of an incident prior to Albert moving there, dogs were not allowed in the apartment complex, and he would have three days to get rid of Guillaume. After some careful consideration, Albert called his landlord the next day, thanking him for his kindness and for renting him the apartment, but he would be moving his things out shortly. To him, he had already gotten himself in too deep regarding Guillaume, and he wasn’t about to give up now. 

Because of the short notice, Albert only had one place to go. Luckily, he knew he was always welcome back there, which was fortunate in this current situation with such short notice. His parents assisted him with the temporary move back with them, and he and Guillaume were both welcomed into the house. Emilia immediately fell in love with the puppy, who the veterinarian Albert had taken him to identified as a Borzoi, a relatively valuable breed that, “someone would be insane to just let loose like that.” Of course, Albert told his parents the truth about how he had acquired the dog, and both were understanding of the circumstance, more for the fact that Albert had gone out of his way to do something like this than for the moral stance of not letting the animal starve.

It was obvious that the dog had already had a great impact on the young man. Emilia and Marcello were shocked to see how actively Albert was caring for the animal, waking up every few hours to clean his bandages every night, trying to train the animal, and even preparing food for him (Albert felt that he couldn’t just shove dog food at him after giving him real, good food for so long.). It was clear to the couple that this was what their son needed to recover, and they were both quite pleased with how well things were turning out already. After a talk with his parents regarding the subject, as he hadn’t noticed the mental improvement he was already starting to make, Albert had Guillaume officially registered as an Emotional Service Animal. Up to date, the only ones who know this fact are his parents and himself. 

It wasn’t long before Albert found himself a new place that allowed dogs. He moved there, and continued his work with the Family branch in Lyon through early adulthood. He was doing a lot better than he had been, and Marcello was thrilled that the boy had finally started to seem like he would mentally recover from the fire. Albert was given slightly larger tasks, and, eventually, had started to receive enough money from “his stepfather’s business” to quit his job at the cafe. His life in France continued, and began to get rather bland for his tastes.

He moved to Italy for a while, though the branch of the Mafia he had transferred to was... less than favorable. Despite the horrid experience it was, he still made out well, making two close friends, Thorgny Adeslvard, a Swedish/Italian conman, and Charlotte (Charlie) Blair, an Italian explosives expert. The two eventually felt like a brother and sister to him. This era was short-lived, as it wasn’t long before Albert and Thorgny could no longer handle the foolishness and poor quality of the Family they were currently working with. The two began to make arrangements to move to another location, which Thorgny’s gracious amount of connections had unlocked access to. Charlie remained in Italy, as she was engaged to a man there.

Thorgny and Albert soon moved to Strathport City in the United States of America. Thorgny’s connections had gotten them into the Caporaso Family, a relatively well-respected Family on the East Coast. Things were going pretty well. Thorgny continued his conning, and Albert started with basic tasks, and eventually was made to specialize in interrogation. He was not particularly fond of the work he had been given, but acted as if he were proud of it to maintain appearances. The two men, who had grown close to the point where they essentially called each other brothers, stayed in Strathport for a decent while, working, avoiding arrest, and generally enjoying life. A while later, Charlie, whose engagement had been called off, moved to the city, and the “trio” was reunited. Along with the “trio” being reunited, Albert adopted another dog in this time frame, a Caucasian Ovtcharka/Newfoundland mix named Orso. Albert did not think it appropriate to change the name that the dog came with- as “orso” is the Italian word for bear, which quite suited the huge, black, hairy beast. 

Life continued pretty normally, until one day, Albert met a young woman by the name of Rachele Giada. The two became fast friends, under the lies that he worked for an expensive line of hotels, and she came from Italy to be an interior design student. In reality, Albert still worked with the Mafia, and Rachele, who had come to Strathport for a change of scenery, had overheard some men talking about the Mafia, and wanted in. The two had become fast friends, and, eventually, Rachele had started to fall for Albert. She asked him on a date when he noticed she had been acting strangely around him, and he became confused. Albert had never been asked on a date before, nor had he ever considered what it had been like to go on one. He had admitted to himself that he was an asexual person several years ago (but never, ever said anything aloud, for fear of his friends and family disapproving.), and felt that he was a bit… “stuck.” Noticing that Rachele was getting upset, he hurriedly agreed to the date, not wanting his friend to be upset and cry.

After a short while, Albert had started to develop feelings for Rachele. This both made him happy and confused him. While he was glad that he was starting to be “normal” and that someone was interested in him as more than a friend, he still did not fully understand what was happening. He could have sworn he was asexual, but, still, did not say anything. He was having trouble adjusting to the idea of a relationship, and rather than asking for help, he tried to fix things and make them work himself. Of course, this started to cause problems, ranging from him not knowing how to react to some things, to being unsure of very basic physical contact (hugging, holding hands, etc.). This merely made things worse. Eventually, after an argument, Rachele left to cool off, one thing led to another, and she ended up sleeping with a friend. Albert did not know of this. Things ended up being shaky between he and Rachele after the argument, anyway, and were eventually mended. Rachele ended up pregnant from this encounter, and, Albert, rather than doing the rational thing and being entirely displeased with her and leaving, said he would be there if she needed anything. Over a span of around four or five months, Albert kept to his promise- getting her what she needed, helping her with some things, and, as far as he was concerned, doing a pretty good job at this entirely new “relationship” thing. Difficulties arose again when the baby was lost, due to completely natural causes (development issues? I cannot remember- Rachele was not my character.). Things were shaky for a while, and then mended again. 

It soon became obvious that Albert was not interested in becoming physically intimate, and even seemed to fear the idea of it for reasons he was hesitant to reveal. This, among other factors, caused the relationship to end permanently. Albert, who thought he was doing well (he had impressed himself with his adjustment to the emotional changes, as well as progressing from someone who did not like a lot of physical contact to someone who would hug, kiss, and even sleep in the same bed as someone else), was both confused, and crushed. He did not take it well, and tried to get her back one or two times, until he eventually gave up. 

Almost instantly, he feared he would regress to his former worse mental state, and made a rash decision to travel to Italy for a bit, where some connections he and his stepfather made were located. These connections, with the Coppola Family over in Tuscany, allowed Albert to work with them for a few short months. The tasks he was given were more intense, and required more focus, which kept his mind busy. He did a bit of training with some of Marcello’s old friends, which improved his Family business skills. 

Shortly after Albert returned to Strathport to continue on with his life, the current boss of the Caporaso Family, Fiorenza Caporaso (the deceptive niece of the former Don, Raul Caporaso), promoted him to Underboss/Street Boss, both because he seemed able to work and easily to manipulate, as well as to get a rise out of some of the older, more traditional members. This worked out for a while, with Albert exceeding expectations. He managed to get work done, but also keep the Family quiet. Fewer of their men were jailed, more jobs went successfully, and things were run relatively smoothly under his and Fiorenza’s rule. During this time, Thorgny had paid back all of his debt to the Family, who had gotten him out of trouble some time ago, and moved to France with his fiance, who he soon married. He is now the proud stepfather of two little girls, as well as the biological father of a one year old boy. Charlie, who had gotten into a relationship with a young man she met in Strathport through work, moved to Tuscany to start her own family. Albert is completely unaware of what happened to Rachele. He has not asked anyone, as he would rather not hear something terrible. In his mind, if there is nothing confirmed, he can just pretend she moved and is safe somewhere (He has tried to eliminate all feelings for her, but still decided he can at least consider her a friend.).

In June of 2013, Albert started making arrangements for a new life. He had been looking up property for sale in Tuscany, near the Coppola Family, who owed him a few favors from his work with them previously. After everything was settled, things were bought and planned out, and a home was chosen, Albert got to work deciding on his replacement. After extensive talking with Associates and Soldiers, he made the decision to leave his position to Signore Niccolo Valenti, a Capo to the Caporaso Family. The older man, who Albert had always believed was more fit and deserving for the position than he was, gladly took the Underboss/Street Boss role off of his hands. Albert had promised to (and maintained said promise) check in and send money, as proof of his loyalty to the Caporaso Family, and so he would not be labeled as a deserter and hunted down. He currently works some pretty small jobs with the Coppola Family in Tuscany, keeping things “behind the scenes,” so to speak, so he is not seen in public with criminals.

His move was completed in mid-August. He now resides in Tuscany, where he has gone through the process of getting a prosthetic ear to replace his missing one, and is undergoing a series of laser treatments to reduce the appearance of his burn scars. Albert is also the proud owner of a modern restaurant. The place is unique in that it serves both “normal” food, as well as some more exotic things, like lion, alligator, and whatever he can get when the menu cycles. The place has taken off rather well, and Albert is relatively content with his life. The restaurant, which he sees as a symbol of new beginnings, he found appropriate to name after what had given him a new lease on life- Borzoi.

Personality: Albert is going through changes in his life- an almost complete turnaround. The first thing that most would notice about him is that he appears to be relatively stressed.  He had gone from his unhappy, Mafia-ruled life to a more peaceful one with little Family involvement (once you are in the Mafia- you cannot get out. Some involvement must be kept.), and the transition is slightly overwhelming. He is trying his hardest to be a “people person,” as owning a restaurant requires good social skills in various areas. He is getting better at this with time. However, now and again, when he is a bit too agitated from stress, he can revert to his original state of being reclusive and snippy.

Like everyone, Albert has his bad days. These are primarily caused by pet peeves stockpiling, his schedule being thrown off, or at least one significantly irritating thing. On these days, he is likely to remain hidden in his office at work, only coming out it needed. The minor things that can build up to these moods include: delayed appointments, punctuality problems by employees, bad weather preventing his morning runs, being made late by circumstances he cannot control, things not being clean, and a variety of other things. As it appears from the list, Signore Coupe obviously has some workaholic tendencies.

Though he is partially a workaholic, Albert does enjoy some simpler hobbies in his life. His favourite hobbies (and relaxation activities) include: spending time caring for his dogs, Guillaume (8 year old Borzoi) and Orso (4 year old Caucasian Shepherd/Newfoundland mix), working out vigorously, reading (especially historical books), and on occasion, watching something on television or through Netflix (he prefers things that make you think or that will not melt your brain cells.).

Like any other person, Albert has fears. The most prominent one is fire, for quite obvious reasons. His reaction to the fire will depend on the circumstance. He is working on this, but because he is too stubborn to ask someone for help with it, the progress isn’t really… Happening. For example, he’ll just not go near or look at small things like campfires, fire places, or things of similar size. If he were to be in a place that caught fire, he would either bolt off like a horse out of the starting gate, or, if no exit were available and he were trapped, he would likely have a mental shutdown. Some less significant fears are the idea of not being able to breathe (whether it is an allergic reaction, drowning, suffocation, strangling, etc.), venomous snakes, terminal illness, and the possibility that he may have a mental regression. Finally, he will not admit this to anyone but he also has a slight fear that he will be alone for the rest of his life. However, he does not have the mental/emotional skills to maintain a stable relationship, mostly because of his extremely high dedication to work.


Weakness:  Albert suffered a back injury in April 2012 that has left him with permanent damage. His spine is almost fully healed, but from time to time during strenuous activity, it will seize up, causing immense pain and sometimes, if it is bad enough, temporarily immobilizing him. He also has slightly limited mobility of the joints in his right arm, as the rather thick scar tissue from his burns is causing some difficulty for the ligaments there. Signore Coupe, as mentioned before, also has trauma-induced insomnia, which he has been battling since age 15 (He is too stubborn to seek psychological help; he sees it as pathetic and risky, as he fears he may accidentally reveal something about his profession.). When his insomnia has some rather bad flare ups, he is physically and mentally exhausted, causing him to perform daily tasks, work, etc. relatively poorly compared to normal. If he is not carrying his Epi Pen, his allergies to bee stings, chocolate, and cinnamon can very likely kill him. Finally, Albert has a crippling fear of fire due to an event from his childhood. If he can get away from it, he will likely bolt at the sight of it. If he is trapped, he will mentally shut down and be relatively useless to the situation. 

Weapons/Abilities: 
Weapons:
Though Signore Coupe is not quite as active in the Mafia anymore, he feels obligated to carry two small, yet effective, weapons on his person. The first is relatively small knife, as it is very easy to conceal, and he can do decent work with blades (this is because of his former experience as an interrogator for the Mafia in Strathport City. His most common tool was a scalpel.). 
The second weapon is a very small handgun, a Ruger LC9. It is quite easily concealed (he carries it around whenever he goes out- he needs it to be easily hidden.) because of its size, but packs a relatively decent punch, as he uses hollow point bullets. It's a gun that most would think he was crazy for owning because of the severe lack of physical intimidation it has, but combined with his hollow points, it gets the job done. The small size is also a "plus," as his main career now is the restaurant he opened, and most would find it unacceptable and odd for the owner of a relatively well-liked restaurant to be carrying around a visible gun.
He rarely has to use either of these, as he is much better at talking his way out of certain scenarios, as well as because he has kept himself nice and quiet since his move to Tuscany.
Abilities/Strengths:
The physical strength that is most noted is Albert's speed. He was fencing from ages 6-27, and thus can move very quickly (though certainly not to inhuman standards). The 21 years of fencing have also honed Signore Coupe's reflexes and balance rather well. Extensive training for the Mafia by his stepfather has built up a pretty high tolerance for physical pain, as well. This, along with his years of fencing and daily workouts, has made him a decently formidable foe in hand to hand combat. His main mental strength is something he has learned more recently- the ability to temporarily suppress his emotions so that he may complete his small Mafia assignments more quickly and effectively. He also has a very acute attention to detail- as he tends to be a perfectionist with some things- which can be quite useful in many things, ranging from Mafia-related work to simply ensuring that the customer at his restaurant gets a meal in the absolute most perfect condition it can possibly be in. Finally, some would say that his many connections are a valuable asset. He “has a guy” in many places for many thing, ranging from the United States and Canada to several places in Europe. After all, in the world of organized crime, the more “guys you have,” the better.

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It was a nice and sunny day in a meadow outside of a large and sprawling city known as Thasur.  The buildings of Thasur would range from large and small.  The sizes of the buildings in the city would vary dramatically, as anyone who would venture in would soon discover.  From small houses, to towering skyscrapers, the city had buildings of all sizes.  Though the size of the buildings of course wasn't what stood out about them. Instead what did stand out, was how fancy  they all were.  One would assume the people here were quite well off, as they all would stylize everything in their own way.  Nearly everyone would have their own specific hand-crafted fountain in their lawns, with a few others deciding to go with something else to use in their lawns.  The companies would seem to be even fancier, one with having stone columns of rainbow colours that would spiral up to awning fifty feet in the air.  The columns themselves, are rather thick and sturdy, and seemed to be able to easily stay in place despite the fact that they should be able to fall quite easily.  Another office towered into the sky but had no elevators, or stairs, instead they were first, and still only, ones in the city to develop a working teleportation system, and even most of the individual offices had their own balconies, usually decorated with Tulips, Roses, Lilly's and Marigolds.

Outside the city, Thasur was surrounded by an incredibly dense forest on one end.  The forest spreads out along the sides but tapers off rather quickly as it reaches the opposite side of the city.  People have tried to explore through the forest, and discover what lies beyond, but none have yet to return to report what was there.  On the other side is the aforementioned meadow.  A meadow filled with light-green grass, and flowers of various kinds.  The meadow is where the people of Thasur typically get the Tulips, Roses, Lily's and Marigolds for decoration, as well as a few others like Iris or Jasmine flowers.  However, people often found exotic plants that should not be able to grow there by any means, but
do anyway, such as the Etlingera Elatior, or the Plumeria.  In the distance from this valley, one could see a mountainous region where a particularly active and dangerous volcano is known to be, and elsewhere a series of floating islands.

By himself in the meadow, a light-blue dragon stood, with the warm wind blowing throw and messing up his yellow mane every so often.  looking around the meadow, he couldn't help but notice how strange this place seemed to be, and wondered why he was here.  He didn't know why he was here, or how he got here.  One minute the light-dragon, Jex, knew, was that he was sleeping at home, and the next he awoke here at this strange meadow outside a strange city.  He wasn't entirely sure why, but something felt...off about this place, something he couldn't quite put his finger on.  Whatever it was that was off about this place, it went beyond the wide variety of plants growing in the meadow, or the fact that the city was unusually well off.

Jex began to look around, and as he did, he felt the ground shake with a low rumble.  He spent the next little while examining the area and specifically the flowers that grew there.  He in particular examined the flowers that shouldn't be able to grow there, to try and see if he could see what was off, but everything seemed to be in order with them.  As he continued to examine other flowers he felt the earth shake a few more times until her heard some...more.  The sound of the rumbling began to get louder and louder, and he swore he heard the earth itself separating somewhere.  Upon further inspection, he discovered a small chunk of the meadow had torn apart and left a dark crack in it's place.  Jex tried to look down into the crack, but couldn't seen anything in particular, it was far too dark to see anything in there.  After contemplating venturing into the crack in the earth, Jex decided to go look for some civilians, and see if they knew what was going on first.

It took a few minutes, but eventually Jex found someone leaving Thasur and proceeded to approach them.  The civillian jumped back at first, when they noticed a light-blue dragon approach them, and prepared to defend themselves.  "Whoa there, I don't want to hurt you...whoever you are.  I just wanted to ask you a few things"  Jex said.  The civilian, however, did not entirely trust Jex, and so they refused to let their guard down just in case.  "Yes well, ask away." "Well, first, what's your name?  I'm Jex" Jex said, hoping to calm the civillian down a bit "Oh, my names Yasri." he said, finally letting his guard down a bit.  "Well then, Yasri, what can you tell me about this place?  It seems strange and seems a bit too good to be real..." Jex said, looking around and hinting at the various flowers and the fancy buildings of Thasur.  "Here?  Why, this is the legendary Thasur! Where we grow flowers of all kinds and sell them, even some unique only to here if you look hard enough.  The city where everyone reaches the absolute top of their fields, and push the boundaries of current knowledge!"  The civillian said, rather excitedly.  'Thasur!?' Jex thought, however, 'It can't be, Thasur, really!?  This place is only supposed to be just that, a LEGEND!  A place that isn't real, and only told in stories.  How can this place exist?'  "Wait, Thasur?  Really?  I thought this place was only in legends, like in all those stories about those legendary battles..." jex started.  "Like the battle of Thasur, where Azemar The Slayer fought and defeated the Demon Lord, Xodor over there on the Nether Sky Islands?  Yes, exactly!  It's a particularly famous story around here."  While Yasri was telling Jex about the legendary story between Azemar and Xodor, he could feel the ground shaking again, followed by the sound of the ground splitting open again.  As he looked around he could spy another crack in the earth.  "Well, what can you tell me about these cracks?"  Motioning Ysari over towards the crack, Jex took a few steps forward.  "Hmmm, well I don't know.  A few days ago the ground began to shake, it wasn't much at first but began to become more intense as time went on.  Cracks have opened and closed over the last few days, in various spots.  Usually only here in the meadow oddly enough...a few have opened up near the forests entrance as well, I suspect there are more deeper in.  No one knows why this is suddenly happening though."

Jex stood and tried to think for a few moments, but before he could come to any conclusion as to what was going on, ground shake with incredible intensity.  So much so that Jex and Yasri lost their balance and fell to the ground, and as they lay there the ground began to split open once again, however this wasn't like before.  The split almost seemed to rush towards Yasri, with the intention of devouring him whole.  Yasri, with much difficulty, tried to get up and get away, but as soon as he got to his feet he fell again, and not long after the crack in the earth had reached him.  He grabbed onto the ledge of the widening crack but it did not take long at all before he lost his grip and was just gone.  Jex on the other hand, couldn't help but watch, as the crack began to tear it's way through Thasur.  He continued to watch as all of this unfolded before him, unable to move due to the intense shaking, when his attention was drawn to the crack itself, and he suddenly felt...strange.  He could feel the dark entity inside him, the dark dragon, Krinradd, begin to stir.  Closing his eyes, Jex began to focus with all of his might to to try to  keep Krinradd silent and stop any form of transformation from happening.  Eventually Jex felt that any form of transformation had been stalled for now, but knew that with what's going on here, that he may not be able to hold Krinradd back for long.  Now looking forward, Jex could see a red glow emanating from the depths of the crack in the earth before him.  As felt the shaking finally subside, Jex stood up and looked towards Thasur.  He imagine that this massive crack most likely plowed through the entire city, and possibly already caused some structures to collapse, and then there was Yasri...he could only hope he found a way to survive as he fell.

As Jex looked onward however, he noticed some distinct and heavy thuds behind and to his left.  Something seemed to actually be climbing out of the crack, something large.  Jex looked behind him to see two dark-red skinned hands grab onto the earth, attached to two thick and beefy arms.  A head lunged out of the crack, with yellow eyes that had slit pupils, a nose that seemed to be split down the middle, a mouth full of rather sharp teeth, and slightly concaved cheeks that revealed jagged cheek bones..  Two horns grew out of its head, of which made a sudden and dramatic curve along the back of its head, and curved up and down as they continued along its head  The horns finally tapper off in a small straight line a few inches out from the back of its head.  Continuing to pull itself up, the beasts torso would appear next, which also seemed to be exceptionally muscular.  Finally, the beast heaved the last of itself up, to reveal it's lower half.  The lower half seemed similar to that of a brown bear, quite large, covered in brown fur and a relatively small tail.  It walked on six digitigrade limbs, it's legs were also covered in brown fur, but if one were get a closer look at the legs, they would see that the legs would appear reptilian in design.

Jex could only stare as this beast towered before him, at approximately seven feet tall.  Taking a few steps forward, the beast roared  "Xodor will rule this land for all eternity!" he exclaimed, before striking Jex, sending him tumbling through the grass.  Getting up, Jex grunted as he turned his head and spit out some blood 'Damn!" he thought 'That was only his first hit, no one's ever been able to do this to me on just ONE hit before..."  The beast began to walk towards Jex again, likely coming in for another attack, so Jex shot a small ball of energy at the beast.  As the ball of energy whizzed through the air, the beast moved it's arm to swat it out of the sky, causing the small ball of energy to explode on contact.  Jex used this moment of distraction to attack, charged and jumped at the beast to headbutt it with all of his might, he knew if he could land a hit of some sort, he should be able to at the very least push the guy back into the crack, and possibly give himself some time to get away to think of what to do.  Just before landing a hit, however Jex found himself taking another hit, sending himself on a short flight, then a roll through the grass again.  Jex knew he couldn't fight whatever this thing was like this, he'd most likely die very fast if he tried to keep on going like this.  Looking around he tried to spy some sort of solution to his current predicament, and there he noticed that during all of the shaking earlier, one of cracks had closed, but the right side of crack had risen up significantly creating a rather wide cliff face and quite a tall one as well, standing approximately twenty feet in the air.  This is new and sudden cliff face also didn't look very stable, so thinking quickly Jex began to lure the beast over to it, firing pot shots, some of which actually seemed to hit and hurt the beast slightly, as he back his way into it.  When the beast was a few feet away, Jex took the opportunity to fly up to the cliff and wait there, only narrowly escaping the beasts attempts to grab or punch him again.  As Jex figured it might, the beast grabbed onto the ground, and began trying to climb up.  So taking this moment, Jex ran back and began firing at the ground in front of him, causing it to become more and more unstable with every shot.  Eventually, as Jex saw the beasts hand grab onto the top of the cliff, he shot one final blast at the ground, causing it to give way, burying the beast under a nice chunk of ground.

Jex took this moment to flee towards Thasur, as he was very sure that the beast was not yet dead nor defeated. 
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GenderPunkDJ Featured By Owner Jan 5, 2016  Student Writer
Character Name: Saige (No last)</b>
Age:  Appears 20, actual age depends on time era (Born in 1065) </b>
Species:  Forest Fae
Appearance: Saige has long hair, the color of autumn leaves. Reds, browns, oranges all blended and weaved together. She wears it with side bangs and a long braid over her right shoulder. Her eyes are a light, expressive green. Her skin is pale, with a dusting of freckles across her cheekbones. She stands at 5' 4" tall. Her body is slender but lithe, making her quick but flexible. She wears a brown hooded cloak that falls in a V shape down to her waist. Her shirt is dark green</b> and comes over her  hands, with a hole cut to acommodate her thumbs. Attached to the shirt is a cloth mask she wears up over her cheekbones, obscuring most of her face. Her pants are thick brown trousers. In the summer she's barefoot, but in winter she wears thick, brown pelt boots, the tops tied tight with twine to prevent snow from getting in them. 
History: ( Saige was raised by her father in one of the forests of Portugal until she was old enough to set out on her own. Her father was the Guardian of that forest- he watched over the animals, protected it from threats, human or otherwise. She was taught the ways of the forest- communicating with animals, different plants and their purposes. They cared for the animals of the forest, helping the sick and the wounded as best as they could rather than leaving them to die. They knew when there was no hope, leaving those animals to die in peace to keep the ecosystems intact. She was a happy child, but her father taught her to protect herself around humans. They helped humans as well as animals, though they tended to keep themselves distant or hidden- leaving food while they slept, tending wounds of unconscious travelers, leaving subtle markers to guide them out of the forest. 
When she was ten years of age, she and her father happened upon the beaten, unconscious body of a large male. Saige begged her father to help him.  With the help of a few large animals, they carried him back to the cave they had settled as their home. They stayed masked while they helped him- tending to his wounds, keeping him hydrated and fed while they treated him. Eventually he regained consciousness, dazed and asking for a woman he called Tyra.  Saige said she didn't know of such woman- they found him alone just outside the forest. She spoke in short, concise sentences in hushed tones. She did not speak aloud often, so her speech was awkward at best. He wasn't ready yet to leave, but they nursed him back to health. Her father gathered the herbs they needed for salves and compresses for his wounds, and Saige was the one to administer them. She never told him her name, avoided speaking when she could. Her and her father were quiet  and secretive people- mostly to protect themselves. They weren't very trusting of humans, but they valued all life as sacred. He was with them for several months before he was finally recooperated enough to leave- to seek out the woman he spoke of so often and so fondly when he wanted to fill the silence. 
When Saige was 50 years old, her father told her she had to go out on her own. She was old enough to find her own forest to protect. She traveled to England, keeping to heavily forested areas, staying masked and hooded the entire way. She found a forest without a fae to protect it, and settled there. She bonded with an abandoned bear cub she named after the man her and her father had taken care of- Tybalt. She raised the bear on her own, and they became inseparable even after he had grown up. He helped her carry animals back to the cave she had settled in, or let her ride it's back when they had to move quickly. On cold nights she slept against him if her fire wasn't enough. She resumed the work her and her father did- healing animals, protecting the forest from harm. It grew increasingly harder with the rate that humans were developing, chopping down her trees and hunting her animals. She let it go to some degree- humans needed to eat, and everything had to be kept in balance. But as it started to become excessive, she had to take measures to prevent it from getting out of control. She helped vines grow more densely, dug holes and created swamps to make the terrain more dangerous. She did what she could, and eventually the humans were forced to cut back on their hunting. Some humans had seen her- just quick glimpses of a hooded girl flashing through the trees, the ruffling of leaves as she ran across the forest floor. She became almost an urban legend, a tale parents told their children about at night- Be good, or the forest creature would get them. Stay to the path or the forest creature would get them. She did more good than harm, though, still protecting those humans and animals that needed her. 

Personality: (At her core, Saige is a kind, caring individual. She wants to protect and help those who need it. She is very secretive around humans. She does not like to give out her name, or anything about who she is. She is quiet, not talking much, especially when humans are around. She is quite happy though, and loves to play with the animals- especially the pups. Humans make her anxious to some degree, but when they are in need she is willing to get over that anxiety to help them. She is very social, so she doesn't like to be alone, and will often stay with other packs of animals for company- especially in winter, when she needs the extra warmth. 

Weakness: ( Though she's a Fae, Saige does not have any extra physical strengths or powers. She can be hurt with weapons, or by falling or any manner of things. She does not have much more durability than a human. 

Weapons/Abilities: (Saige is a pacifist, and does not use weapons. She does have enough knowledge of herbs to be able to concoct poisons. She also carries around a hollow reed with sharpened 'darts' coated in tranquilizer, typically used when an animal needs aid but is thrashing too much for her to get to them. As far as abilities go, she can communicate with animals, as well as aid plants in growing and guiding their growth. She can't make a tree grow from a sapling to full-grown in a few minutes, but she can expedite its growth to some degree. She is also spiritually tied to her forest, it's as much a part of her as her own soul. She knows when there's a threat, though whether she can help or not depends on what the dangers are. 

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Requested Class in Chatroom: Non_Fighters
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RyenTenchi Featured By Owner Dec 27, 2015  Hobbyist General Artist
Character Name: Estivelle Vas Braunheim
Age: 27
Species: Void Walker (Void Walkers come from a place called the Big Empty, it is a place that swallows souls and allows no new souls to be formed. As such souls are torn apart and amalgamated into "new" souls. These souls invade planets and tear apart whatever they can to make new bodies for themselves, meaning they can be made of all sorts of things besides flesh and blood. In short: They are amalgamations of old worlds, recycled beings. They are called "Void Walkers" due to their association with the Big Empty.)

Appearance: Estivelle isn't a very tall woman, 5'5 from her feet to the top of her head. From the top down, Estivelle has dark black horns both about 5 inches in size, short black hair that just barely reaches her shoulders and strange white eyes, with grayish irises. She also doesn't seem to have a nose and a pair of thin lips. She has a more shapely body, due to her experiences she has gained some muscle as well. She wears some form of regal attire, a long spacious dress that cuts off at her bust, circling around it, connected to it are her long armlets that connect to her dress and expose her shoulders and much of her upper body. She has stitches stretching along her collar bone. (It wraps completely around her body.) She doesn't wear shoes, only leggings and she has strange gold plated claws and fangs on her dress.  ryentenchi.deviantart.com/art/… (There she is. Plus Coffee)

History: Estivelle was "born" in a strange world filled with her kind, it is a odd medieval society where the people only just barely understand how to lead one another. Estivelle was nothing more then a civilian, seeing the dire problems with her kingdom being plagued by rivals and bandits. She like many could see something had to be done, but she had a much more... Aggressive approach. Due to the fact Void Walkers lack the ability to create life, they choose rulers. As such, Estivelle was given the position (They have no real way to choose rulers, other then being more humanoid makes you more fit to rule). However, she saw fit the only way to achieve peace was total domination and the destruction of other kingdoms. The populous were unhappy with her decisions and the other nobles plotted with the marauding warbands of the restless landscape to have her taken and killed. They succeeded in kidnapping the young queen, only for her to kill the warbands leader, due to their still very primitive nature they announced her as their new leader. For a time, she led a band of brutes, sharpening her skills with a blade and burning villages to the ground. In time, she returned to her old kingdom and destroyed it at the cost of her own warband. Among the destruction, she uncovers a weapon from the old world, a spellsword, allowing her to tame her extremely unstable magic by having a channel for it. For a time, she wandered the land, gaining knowledge about the old world and the thing they referred to as "magic." She would lead warbands and assault kingdoms if only to steal whatever knowledge they had on magic and the old world. Eventually, she is captured and swiftly executed. Only to crawl out of her shallow grave mere days later, strangely stitched back together and being taken into world she doesn't really understand, a place that isn't her home. 

Personality: Estivelle is cautious, calculating and sometimes even ruthless. She is a highly intelligent woman, at least for her planets standard and always seems to have a thirst for knowledge, especially regarding weaponry, magic and the world that existed before her own, you could say she is a bit of a fanatic when it comes to weaponry and magic. She has a certain curiosity because of it and tends to be highly skeptical of things she encounters. She is a very good speaker, a leader. She can show a high amount of valor and charisma, though she is highly manipulative because of it and she tends to use people's kindness, idiocy or plain ignorance for her advantage. She's talkative and normally polite, though once she relaxes (and she isn't using you) her manner of speaking can become vulgar, she does enjoy having a good time at least. On the battlefield, she is cold and efficent, mercy is not something that is given where she is from; Kill or be Killed is an ingrained law. She doesn't have a good grasp on modern society.. So there could be, well many things that confuse her. (One of the extreme example is probably human beings not cannibalizing each other, that's a thing on her world. It's not a great place to bring the kids.) 

Weakness: While her magic is extremely powerful, it is highly unstable. It will completely and totally drain her if she uses, and it will totally drain and leave her worthless in a fight. She isn't very durable, she prefers to end fights quickly and decisively, opponents that can stomach blows is a disadvantage to say the least. When her sword switches "modes" she is slow and highly predictable, the second mode of her sword will also leave her fairly winded after only a few swings. She is helpless against someone who can outlast and outgun/magic her at a range, close to mid range is where she thrives, long range combatants have a huge advantage. She can regenerate to an extent, but it is more then possible for her to drown, be burned alive, suffocated etc. Her regeneration can only keep her going for so long as she can bleed out just as her wounds seal. She cannot cast magic without heavy penalty or fight as efficiently without her sword. 

Weapons/Abilities: 
Raw Magic: She has no element, only pure magical prowess that can be unleashed simply as raw power. However it is highly draining, she could only releasing so much magic will practically leave her crippled for days. 

Minor Regeneration: She can heal from minor injuries relatively quickly, though broken limbs or missing ones could take days to weeks to recover from, if she hasn't died from shock/blood loss first. 

Spellsword: Her sword works like a staff, it is a channel for magic. With her sword she can unleash bursts of her magical power without overexerting herself. She can shape these bursts as she sees fit. Her blade sharpens with more magic poured into it and the more deadly it becomes, unleashing the magic will dull the blade. It can also switch into an extremely powerful state where the sword is practically a greatsword, however the blade gets heavier with more magic and as such, the greatsword becomes almost impractically heavy. 

Physical Condition: She is at the peak of human condition, especially when it comes to how quickly she can move and swing a weapon. Her lower body is particularly powerful and if she isn't running or cutting away at someone, she's probably kicking instead. 

Requested Class: Battle_Mages
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ashlandcatsunglasses Featured By Owner Dec 25, 2015   General Artist
Character Name: Taneli Kayser

Age: 23

Species: Human

Gender: Male

Appearance: Taneli (Daniel in Finnish) is a stout man, though not as filled out as you would imagine with the word at 124 lbs and being 5' 5". His form is slender, but stately, speaking of strength in the density of his unimposing muscles. His skin is clear, his complexion a little dark for his heritage, like his hair, but the light sprinkle of freckles on his cheekbones gives away his European background. His hair, a dark brown matches his cinnamon chai-like complexion. (Oh gawd, lol, yes I'm saying that). His eyes are a honey-amber color, his gaze usually containing a biting edge of alertness and intellect. The most of his form is unmarred, but under his wristwatch, he covers a small lattice of scars. He also has a few other scars in secret places upon his form, but nowhere noticeable unless he were examined very closely, which is unlikely because he is not going to take off his clothes around anyone.

History:     Taneli was raised in a single-parent home. His parents divorced when he was about five, so he went to live with his mother, while his father stayed away for a large portion of his childhood. His mother, being drug and alcohol induced the majority of the time, and inattentive and unloving the rest of the time, was no pleasure to be around, so he found himself on his own much of the time, without much authority or supervision. Growing up, he spent a lot of his time in libraries and their computer labs, out on the roofs of buildings, and in his room, reading and researching everything that interested him, mainly, computer sciences and technology. But his home was more often than not a place of chaos, rather than solace. Being kind of under-developed socially, Taneli did not make a lot of friends in school, and so focused on his studies. Straight-A student and full-time worker, he rarely had time for anything else. He started working sophomore year to help with the bills his struggling, partly ill, partly depressed mother attended to, while also becoming her caregiver until she over-dosed on drugs. It was then he began to injure himself. Not for attention, not to commit any kind of self murder, but just to deal with what had been far too overwhelming for too long. It was something he kept secret, hidden. 
    The young man grew up, independent and self-teaching. From computer-programming to strength-training, so that he would be balanced, he raised himself to be what appeared to be the ideal specimen, at least in his own mind. Taneli, for several years, attended tae kwondo classes. Once he had reached the level of green belt, though, was when his mother passed away, so he had to quit to focus on his other responsibilities. His diet is one carefully chosen to suit his nutritional needs. With Taneli, everything is just so; not in a pretentious sort of way, but because that's the way it has to be...  
     Taneli graduated high school, able to continue on his own, being that fortunately, his mother had passed away after he'd turned into a legal adult. Juggling his job at the bakery, his advanced college courses and a tower of debt left to the surviving member of his family, i.e. NOT his father, but in fact, his young adult self, he begins to privately explore detective work. Being a loner, he is enthralled with the idea of helping people from behind the scenes. From his childhood, there is something he does not want to remember, something that is barely there in his mind, but exists all too clearly in his subconscious: one of the men his mother would have over, molested him and physically hurt him for a period of time, and though he blocks it out, sometimes manifests itself in intimate situation (which almost never occur anyway). Perhaps this is where the dislike of people came from, his inability to deal with stress in a healthy manner, and his lack of relationships in his life. But even the idea of this happening to him, he has pushed away, and refuses to think about. 

    
Personality: Taneli is a bit socially awkward, after a certain point. He can be friendly; he is the poster-board young baker's assistant at a small town business. He can talk about anything on the fly, but when it comes to personal things, he's very uncomfortable and unsocial. He wants to help people, he wants to be kind to people, but has a very difficult time getting close to them. He doesn't have anyone that he is close to, no close friends or family. He loves animals, but doesn't own any. He loves small children and cute things, and plants, but couldn't care for any, for fear he would let them die. He is afraid of getting close to someone and losing them. He is afraid of people also, seeing his pain, though he is not really conscious of this idea. Taneli also is very lonely, but not in any sexual way. He strives to have closeness, but cannot handle the price that comes with it, the doors it means opening, the feelings it means explaining, the secrets it means telling... Taneli is extraordinarily bright, as he is in advanced academic courses, and struggles with boredom on a constant basis. He can also be fairly proud and stubborn, especially when it comes to his idiot-savant-ism. 

Weakness: He gets nauseous and faints easily. It's not that he hasn't seen his share of disgusting things in his life; if anything, he's seen too much. He also has anxiety attacks. Other human weaknesses. He sprains his ankles easily and is a slow runner. 

Weapons/Abilities: Taneli has a little martial arts knowledge and training. He can pack a mean punch and knows the teachnique, but his forte is his cleverness, his quick-wittedness, and his premeditation, which he prides himself in. He is also pretty strong.

Other: He loves tea and coffee and reading. 

Class requested: fist_fighter
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xBENDrownedNeko Featured By Owner Edited Dec 19, 2015  Hobbyist Artist
Name: Benny Aaron Walker

Age: 13

Species: Neko

Gender: Male

Appearance: Benny is 4 feet and 2 inches tall. He has short, platinum-blonde with crystal-blue eyes. He is 87 pounds and 2 ounces. Benny wears a "2 sizes, too large", pine-green sweater with navy-blue, skinny jeans. He has black, Converse All-Star shoes with a warm-gray tuque with a golden Triforce symbol on the front.

History: Benny was the youngest child of a filthy rich family. The family consisted of 2 sisters, 2 brother, a mother, and a father. The oldest sister, Crystal, who was 18 at the time, was a massive 6 foot 5 inches tall, the younger brother just a year younger than her, Jackson, was only 5 feet 4 inches tall, the middle sister who was 14, Rachel, was 5 feet and 1 inch, and finally, the youngest sibling, Benny. Unfortunately, when Benny was only 7 years old, his family got into a horrific car crash, killing his whole family. His other relatives were deceased as well so he's the only one left of his family. So, he is, in fact, an orphan but hasn't been put up for adoption yet. He's been living in the family manor with only the maids, butlers, cooks and the gardeners to keep him company. They only stayed because they felt bad for Benny. So even though Benny doesn't and can't pay them, they stay and keep the house tidy. Benny, as sad as he is, still helps around the manor just so he can talk to the servants. He calls them family. But, when Benny was 12 and a half, the manor caught on fire, and everyone, and everything, went up in flames. Poor Benny was so devastated that he, too, almost killed himself so he wouldn't be lonely anymore. But, instead, he decided to not give up his life and travel the city, as he had been a boy who wasn't very social. And now, that he's 13, he could finally take over the Walker estate. If, in fact, there was any money left, and, unfortunately, there was no manor nor money as, I said before, all the contents inside the manor went up in flames. The Walker family didn't trust any sorts of banks due to bank robberies and they were certain that keeping it in safe in the basement would keep the family heritage safe. But they were wrong, oh so wrong. So now, all he can do is wonder around, doing part-time jobs to keep some sense of a lifestyle.

Personality: Benny is a shy, quiet, and lonely boy. He still isn't a social person but will interact with people if they talk to him. He actually enjoys talking with people because they would be the only humans to be talking to him and making an actual conversation. Since he lives in a small house at the outskirts, he has many animals in the house as well. Such as mice, cats, dogs, and yes, even a horse in a small stable near the house. He talks to them because they can listen to him and not judge so he's an intense animal lover. He is also non-violent because he is weak and scared to touch anything that could cause any harm to any living creature. He is too young to take care of himself, it seems, but with him staying inside all the time, he learnt how to cook, clean, etc. So he is intelligent in taking care of himself, animals, and where he lives.

Weaknesses: Normal human weaknesses.

Weapons: He carries no weapons.

Other: He loves hugs and is an amazing artist. :meow:

Requested Class in Chatroom: Non_fighters.

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AdmiralDoenitz Featured By Owner Dec 19, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
Name: Colonel Hans Lachen

Age: 42

Species: Human

Gender: Male

Appearance: Lachen is six-foot-five and very thin. He bears a thin scar near his right ear, and has thick gray-blond hair and dark blue-green eyes. He's had dark circles under his eyes for years, with prominent cheekbones, and often appears ill when he's in a foul mood. His arms and legs seem longer than his body, and he has a very charming smile. He wears the black uniform of the Nazi schutzstaffel (SS) as a reminder to the horrible era of his life serving Hitler's regime. Odd about this is that he wears a gold cross around his neck because of his deep religiousness. His height makes him look intimidating, when he is in fact, very gentle.

History: Hans Friedrich Lachen was the only child of a fairly rich couple in the northern sector of Berlin, Germany, born in 1902. He was a reckless child, often doing stunts, even as a toddler, one of which resulted in the permanent scar on his right cheek. Hans's behavior led his mother to enroll him in a private Protestant school, where Hans uncovered his everlasting love of Christianity. At ten years old, he could recite the Book of Genesis, without using a Bible. Hans was only twelve when World War I started, but he made it his job to serve by sending religious poems to the German soldiers on the front lines.
In 1916, Hans Lachen contracted tuberculosis, at the time an often fatal disease. His parents sent for every nun and priest they could find to make him well again, and although Hans lived, he remained bedridden for months. It was during this period that his mother gave him her cross, which he kept for the rest of his life. He also learned to play the organ, and wrote many pieces that would later be featured in German and British horror movies.
After World War I, Lachen, like millions of other Germans, were furious with the Treaty of Versailles, and fell victim to the Great Depression. Lachen did many odd jobs, and was soon enchanted by Adolf Hitler's promise to end the economic ravaging of Germany. After Hitler's rise to power, Lachen decided joining the Nazi Party was the only way he was going to survive, and he joined the SS three years later. World War II broke out, and Lachen had to join a military unit. He joined the Waffen-SS Panzer Corps, and, although rising to the rank of colonel, did not see action until the bitter end when the Red Army stormed Poland. Lachen's division fled to southern Poland with great haste, trying to save as many men as he could, but over a third of his troops were captured or killed. Lachen's men were eventually captured by the British, and they were held in a POW camp. Lachen begged the commandant to spare his men in exchange for military information. The British accepted, and sat long into the night listening to Lachen talk about troop movements and what Hitler's final plans were. A few days later, the British commandant asked Lachen if he knew about the concentration camps. A shocked Lachen was horrified to learn about the atrocities perpetrated by his own people, and what haunted him for the rest of his life was that he had known nothing about it.
Lachen offered to testify against Nazi war criminals in Nuremberg in exchange for freedom after the war. Hermann Goering, Hitler's air marshal called Lachen a coward, but Lachen said, "No! It is you who is the coward for allowing millions of Jews to die!" Lachen had to sit through film rolls of footage of the camps, and often had to step out of the courtroom to throw up. After the trials, Lachen was allowed to live in London, England. He purchased a brick building and opened a bank in order to gain profits to donate to the new nation of Israel. Lachen also visited Egypt, where he bought an Egyptian Mau cat, whom he named Dappler. Lachen and Dappler live in a humble house near the bank, and Lachen does standup comedy on Thursday nights, and plays the organ at a local Protestant church.

Personality: Lachen has no friends, and is unsure where the rest of his family is. Around strangers, he can either be very shy if the stranger is outgoing, or Lachen can be outgoing if the stranger is shy. The only people Lachen is comfortable around are the members of his church, who pity him as much as they pity the Jews who survived the Holocaust. Because he lives only with a cat, Lachen is lonely, but it is extremely hard for him to make friends due to his uncensored mouth and frequent talk of religion, which he doesn't understand is not a polite topic at the dinner table. He doesn't mind Jews and civilized Muslims, but will lash out at heathens and atheists, often picking fights with them. Rarely is he ever happy in public, and he claims that "the presence of God and Jesus in my life keeps me happy when I get upset." His constant fear is going to Hell for serving Hitler, but he also hates spiders, and furries. Lachen is emotionally unstable at times, and his only strength seems to be his religion.

Weaknesses: Normal human weaknesses.

Weapons/Abilities: Lachen carries a Walther P-38 pistol and a Nazi Party dagger with him at all times, and keeps a working MP-40 submachine gun in his closet. He knows a limited amount of kung fu. Lachen also claims to be psychic.

Other: Lachen really likes to give out free hugs. :)

Requested Class in Chatroom: Gunners
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AjaxTheRiot Featured By Owner Edited Dec 15, 2015

Name:  Phoenix Arar

Race:  Wood Elf


Gender:  Male


Age:  25


Appearance: Phoenix stands at 5’11 and 117 lbs. Phoenix has very long and flowing purple hair that is pulled back into a pony tail. His skin tone is darkish tan and his eyes are a light purple.  He has two scars on his face that make an “x” between his eyes.  One of the scars runs down his normal size nose and ends near the opposite cheek. His mouth is smaller than the average person with thin lips.  He typically doesn’t wear a shirt but he wears a long brown cloak that he can use to conceal small items and/or weapons.  He has a very lean figure but it is clear he is athletic as well. He has a huge scar on his back that is covered by his cloak.  He wears long black pants as well.  Last but not least, he wears cloth like shoes.


History: Phoenix was born in the woods of Ormod on October 25.  His parents were very poor, never having a stable home to live in. They lived off of the animals and plants in the woods.  The two never did care for the luxury of living in a town.  They would rather live off of what nature has given them and be happy, rather than be rich and miserable.  So in their minds and hearts, they were actually rich.


Phoenix as a kid loved to play hide-and-seek with his parents, though most of the time they didn’t know they were actually playing.  He always was looking for neat places to hide from his parents, making a game out of it.  Whenever it was time for supper, if they haven’t found him, he thought of himself as the winner.  Whenever Phoenix was twelve years old, Phoenix’s father taught him how to hunt.  Phoenix’s father was very efficient with the bow and arrow, so he wanted to teach his son the art of it.  After training for a year with his father in the bow and arrow, Phoenix became fed up with it.  He became so frustrated as he was hunting a rabbit one day, he threw his father’s knife at the rabbit, successfully hitting the target.  He and his father were shocked whenever they had realized that he had hit his target from a good distance with the knife. From that day forward, Phoenix gave up on his father and the bow and arrow and instead started practicing how to throw knives.

 

By the age of sixteen, Phoenix had become very efficient with throwing knives and hunting small prey. Shortly after he had turned sixteen, Phoenix started to go out with his dad to hunt for bigger prey. His dad then taught him how to handle a rampaging wild boar, and how to execute an attack against the bigger animals. After four more years of hunting with his father, Phoenix decided to go out on his own.  He was tired of living in the woods and wanted to live in the town.  His parents did not try to stop him, respecting his decision. Before his departure his dad gave Phoenix a two handed sword that used to belong to Phoenix’s great grandfather.


Phoenix then lived on his own for four years before moving into the town of Ormod, working for the butcher.  During the four years he was alone; he learned how to use his sword more efficiently and practiced to get stronger and quicker.  Whenever Phoenix turned twenty-four, he decided to depart from the small town of Ormod and set forth to a bigger and better living.  He now travels, selling fur for a living to the towns he visits, living off the land like he was raised.

Personality:  Phoenix is a very quiet character.  He is shy around others, especially strangers.  He is very protective of others around him.  He can be somewhat awkward since he wasn’t raised with a lot of friends, only a few that he made from kids who would explore the deep parts of the woods of Ormod. He typically tries to stay away from big crowds.  Whenever Phoenix gets angry, he will try to remove the thing that is making him angry.  For instance, if a group of bandits made him angry by trying to steal his money, he will probably try to kill them.  If a person makes him angry at a tavern/restaurant, he will probably just leave quietly. One of his non-lethal weaknesses is females.  He gets nervous around them, making him not as focused as he should be on his target (if the female isn’t the one being targeted).  He doesn’t like people messing with his hair, especially in a fight.  He can tend to be worried too much about his hair to remember to dodge an oncoming blade (or two) to the face.


Weakness:  He has all of the weaknesses as a normal human.  He can drown, can be burned alive, decapitated, etc. Phoenix is weak to long range attacks. Having only his knives to fend of middle ranged attacks, long ranged attacks leave him vulnerable. Phoenix relies heavily on his mobility so any attacks that can render his speed can heavily turn the tides of battle (entanglement, freezing weather/magic, mud, knee deep water, etc.)


Weapons: Phoenix has a two-handed sword that looks super heavy from the outside, but is actually relatively light allowing his slim body to control it.  The blade is black, and the grip to the handle is made of leather that was dyed purple.  For him being the size that he is, he uses two hands to wield this weapon and slices it left and right for his attacks, with occasional up and down slices.  The blade isn’t heavy enough to stick in the ground very far though, if hit correctly, the size of it can knock him off balance if it collides the wrong way with another blade.  He also carries around multiple kunai that are concealed in his cloak.  He uses them like knives, where he can stab, slice, or throw them accurately at his foes.


Abilities: Phoenix has SOME immunity to poisons and disease, thanks to his wood elf roots.  He also is very quick, especially in wooded areas.  He specializes in close combat.  He is also very well at keeping hidden from his foes and attacking from concealment.


Requested Class in Chatroom: Sword_Wielders

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Tornado-Girl Featured By Owner Dec 14, 2015  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Character Name: Tornado

Age: 14

Race: Cyber elemental hedgehog

Gender: Female

Appearance: A sky blue hedgehog with 2 spikes, purple cyber armor with a cyan trim, 5 foot long wings, and cyan eyes

History: tornado was created when the legendary Radioactive Tornado combined with a young girl. People captured her, and tested on her like they did Shadow. She finally transformed into Tornado the Hedgehog. She was freed when she was 7 years old, and then continued living her life, only to find out she's related to Dark Sonic. She became Cyber, and soon gained wings. Today, she is a legend, but doesn't seem like one.


Personality: Tornado Is a dark character, a rebel, a legend, and an elemental. Yet, she's very friendly, and doesn't show off. She gets mad easy, in such a fashion that only Dark Sonic has. Other than that, she's a very loyal friend, and is not one to take orders seriously.

Weakness: tornado is very vunerable to cyber armor damage, viruses, and capsules. When in contact with capsules, she'll back away in fear and then become paralysed. Damage and viruses can make her go crazy, and then knock her out, since almost all of her body is dependent on her armor.


Weapon: Tornado is very good at combat. she has elemental power, and cyber power, which is very hard to master, along with cyber blades, and her 2 spikes. her spikes are the sharpest things on Planet Mobius..And she isn't afraid to use them in her signature Tornado Backflip.

Requested Class: Multi_Weapon_Users

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mordy-wolfie Featured By Owner Edited Nov 20, 2015  Student
character name- mordy bennit

age- 18

race- Wolf {as not an actual wolf who walks on all fours a wolf as in a furry}

gender- Male

appearance- He has grey {light+dark} and black fur with black hair and at the ends of his hair he has red he wears a black jacket with white skulls on the shoulders with dark blue jeans and dark grey and black gloves and black tennis shoes he has red eyes with black tears that he had drawn on his face with a black sharpie.

history- had 2 brothers and 3 sisters and he was the youngest out of all 6 children which he had lost when he was put up for adoption. and when he was 3 he was playing with a gun that his father let him hold and didn't know the gun was loaded and mordy pulled the trigger on accident and shot his father and died on the way to the hospital and since then mordy was scared of guns. He used to play a lot of games with his siblings and he loved his family but he over heard his parents talking about having 6 kids was too tough and they can only handle and feed 5 and so when mordy was 4 years old he was put up for adoption but never was adopted. living in the orphanage was hard for him he cried himself to sleep every night until he was thrown out of the orphanage at the age of 16 and he lived in a abandoned warehouse he found. and he took what little money he had to buy food that would last him 2 weeks at a time. and since then he's lived alone and hungry and he doesn't like to talk about his past or where he lives or why he is bony {which no one can tell due to he wears a jacket and jeans all the time}.  for all of mordys life he was told his family was killed but when he turned 17 he saw his family walking down the street from the store he walked to them and they refused to remember him but mordy thought they actually forgot about him and he ran off crying back to the warehouse he found and was living in.
personality- mordy is very shy but he is nice and he is helpful. He doesn't like to talk about his past and being tickled. He loves to be alone most of the time and take long walks.

weakness- guns {he was playing with a gun that his father let him hold and didn't know the gun was loaded and mordy pulled the trigger on accident and shot his father and died on the way to the hospital and since then mordy was scared of guns.}

weapon- 2 small knifes he keeps in the sleeves of his jacket. {he was given the knifes by his oldest brother before mordy was sent to the adoption center}

class- short_weapon_user
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slccpy-fox Featured By Owner Edited Nov 5, 2015
Character Name: Kali Iyer

Age: 32

Species:
Were-beast/White Tiger

Gender:
Female

Appearance: 
Human: Kali stands at 5 feet and 8 inches in her human form. Her skin is very dark tan, her eyes a light, yellow-ish brown, her nose is arched outwards at a nice curve, and she has black hair that stays short and moderately wavy. For body she has a nice hourglass figure, and no defined muscle but she is strong and you can feel the muscle when she flexes. She isn't really thick anywhere and keeps a slim figure that is normally clothed in traditional Indian clothes such as saris and lehengas. She weighs about 160 pounds on account for the lean muscle. On her back are four parallel scars that are lighter than the rest of her skin and run from her left shoulder to her left at the bend of her waist. 

Beast: As a tiger Kali is all snow white with black stripes. She appears as a normal female white tiger only larger than average. From her head to the base of her tail she measures 10 feet and she weighs approximately 650 pounds. She is one of the largest of those that can even be found in the wild. Her tail is around 5 feet long and as thick as a full-grown man's wrist.

History: 
Born and raised in India by a wealthy family, she is apart of the social class of Brahmins. In childhood she had anything she could have ever wanted, social status, a loving family, wealth. Her life was so good, and she was raised to be the proper wife for one of her father's friend's sons. The boy was her friend as well, when really young they would play together and as they got older she would talk to him and help him study to be a good brahmin. She might even had said they were in love, and she had been so happy to know she was to marry him. Her life was perfect. 

  After Kali had turned sixteen she had an accident that ruined her whole life and nearly killed her. She had been in a forest with her betrothed, they were only on a walk talking about their future and they had lost track of where they were and ended up deep in the forest. She didn't even hear a sound that warned her of what was next to come. There was a rustle and then a yell, no a scream. It was the man she loved who screamed as he was pushed down by a great white tiger. She released her own scream as the tiger began to devour the man she was betrothed to. She backed away and ran from the sight, and it wasn't long before the tiger was hunting her as well. The tiger jumped on her his claws raking through her dress and across her skin. Kali let out a shriek and fell in pain. Loudly she prayed that the tiger not harm her and that she make it home safely. She closed her eyes and screamed to the sky that she wanted to live and wished for the tiger's demise. 

   Then there was a woman standing before her and the tiger is gone. A disapproving looks twists the woman's face that is still lovely. Kali recognizes her immediately as the Goddess Durga. Durga had stopped the tiger, hearing the girl's prayer, but is disappointed that the girl would leave the one she loved most to die. For this she curses her, that when she angers or is near death she will change into a form that will easily get her to safety. Kali will become the monster that killed her love, a being that she had hatred in her heart for. 

   Durga leaves the girl crying and bleeding until, like Durga had promised she transformed into the tiger. She couldn't return home in such a way so she waited out in the forest until she could. It was days, nearly a week until she turned back into a woman, but she was naked. Shamefully she returned home to tell of her woeful tale. Her mother and father didn't believe her. They believed that she had killed him and she was lying to cover it up. They cast her out no matter how much she begged them to let her stay. She found a home with a couple who resided in the kshatriya level of the caste system. They taught her how to fight and raised her as though she was their own daughter.

Personality: 
Kali is loud woman who speaks of whatever is troubling her or is on her mind. She can be erratic at times, but she tries her best to control her emotions and not let them control her. She is patient (most of the time) and thinks things through before she acts out. She fears hurting people that she cares about because she might get out of control. She enjoys being in control of herself and situations and likes to be the leader. 
When she's happy it is easy to tell, she gets very happy and shows it to those around her with affection and joke. When she's sad she bottles it up and plays it off as not caring about something. When she gets angry she tries her best to fight it, depending on who she's angry at. If it's an enemy she lets her anger flow and build and she fights with it, but if it's a friend she will run away and try to deal with it on her own. She never lets anyone she likes near her when she's angry. When she is scared she tries not to show it, being a leader means being strong and protecting others. It reminds her of the day she was cursed. She's scared of racing into danger knowingly, and of hurting someone she cares about. Most other emotions are felt normally, and portrayed normally. She doesn't like to show weakness of any kind, and likes to portray herself as a woman that can handle anything.

Weakness:
 Silver and gold are the only things that can harm her in her were-form. Also decapitation in either form.

Weapons/Abilities: 
Ability to shape-shift into a large white tiger any time she gets too angry. Her weapons of choice are duel chakrams.

Other:


Requested Class in Chatroom: 
Beasts
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Quantum-Mortal Featured By Owner Oct 28, 2015  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Character Name: Beatrice "Gem" Mortumbane of Lucifer's Totem.
Age: 2,000,000+ Years Old. Physicality and Physiology of a 24 Year Old.
Species: Pureblood Demon.
Gender: Female.
Appearance: 
Young looking, very crimson tone of skin, About 5 Feet 6 Inches in height, large bust, very sculptured body, but no too ripped. Wears a grey, midriff tank top with a loveheart in the middle of it, wears camo cargo pants that are ripped or shredded in some places, also supports a small range of piercings, on her lip and on her ears. Amber-ish Yellow eye color.
History: 
Beatrice is from Macrocosm B.12, located in one of the many multiverses that The Ones Above Creation make and shape. At birth, she was assigned to Lucifer's Totem, where she would be given tasks to travel to different Macrocosms and spread disease, filth and famine. Around her younger days, she would usually dispose of her duties and find her way with mortal men in the Earthrealms, this displeased her higher-ups incredibly, as she didn't finish her assignments as planned and told to. around 2014 AD, The Ones Above Creation were met with a dangerous foe, Beings from beyond the Ultiverse, named the Tyrants. They started wreaking havoc across multiple multiverses, tearing them down in what seemed like only mere minutes. This made The Ones Above Creation very irritated, as this was proof to the lower creatures that even The Ones Above Creation had difficulty dealing with even this sort of threat. To protect the idea of them being 'Omnipotent' they created two weapons that only the lowliest of creatures, or demons, could handle. Two Short-Barreled Customized Shotguns, named "Might" and "Potency". These weapons took Millions upon Millions of years to make, and once they were finally forged, they were handed to Beatrice, where she would go across the Ultiverse and find these Tyrants, kill them, and claim her freedom from Hell.
Personality: Very sarcastic and a lover of irony, somewhat lazy and dim-witted but she can be a good friend to those who know how to bargain with her. She doesn't particularly care for making enemies, so she is more of a friendly kind of demon.
Weakness:  Even though she is a Demon, she is only mostly at Peak Human Capacity. She cannot survive intense explosions or universal destruction, but she knows her way around dodging things. She is also, very naive. She is willing to follow a man and do whatever he wants her to do, and it will only occur to her that she's been tricked when it actually happens.
Weapons/Abilities: Two Shotguns, "Might" and "Potency." Might is for slaying the Tyrants, Potency is for killing anything else. She usually dual-wields, more efficient.
She can also summon portals to move across entire Multiverses or Universes at her whim, there is a limit to how many portals she can summon within 24 hours, so she has to be careful when she uses them.
Requested Class in Chatroom: Gunners
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Blackrosewriter Featured By Owner Oct 25, 2015
Character Name: Maaya Lane
Age: 21 years old in appearance though she is actually nearing 100
Species: Half crow demon, half human.
Gender: Female
Appearance: Maaya, owing to her demon blood, ages slowly. Looking about 21, she stands 5'11 and is well padded at 210; no willowy, anorexic, model thin body for her. She has black hair that, when the light hits it, has blue highlights, and her eyes are the clear blue of a mountain lake. They do grow to be grey when she is angry or fighting some other strong emotion. As far as her wings go, they are a tattoo on her back. She has never had the power of flight but was instead born with detailed crow's wings on her back.

History:
Born a princess of the crow demon clan, Maaya should have had everything handed to her on a silver platter. After all, she was the first born and would have been first in line to inherit...if her father had not taken a shine to a human woman and taken her for a mistress. Born of that elicit union, Maaya was frowned down upon and sheltered until the age of one because the clan hoped that her wings would at least grow in. Every day she was subjected to smelly concoctions, noxious lotions, and firm massages of her shoulderblades, but nothing helped. Finally the clan was forced to accept that she was forever flightless and it was decided that, though the line was hereditary, she would not inherit the throne. Instead, she was treated as an outcast and she and her mother were sent away to live at the edges of the village that perched high upon the mountain.

Maaya's father actually loved her, but he was a king and he could not show it. Instead he grew to be a hard and cold ruler. He went on to have eight healthy sons by three different wives, but maintained contact with Maaya and her mother Annah. They were compensated well, but somehow it was not the same as their life at the main compound. Only a select few people would even acknowledge their existence. Finally she made a decision; if the crow demons would not accept her then the humans must.

At the age of nineteen, Maaya left the mountain for the very first time and descended into a world filled with chaos. They had no electricity or modern comforts on the mountain, stuck in the renaissance ages when times were so very different, so it took the brave little crow a long time to get used to the smoking, roaring machines around her. Eventually though, she got the hang of it and got a handle on her life. Starting as a manual worker at a factory, she worked her way up the ladder until she owned the factory. It did help that she didn't age one bit and that she had the unnatural strength and cunning of a crow demon. When she reached the top there, she sold the factory and purchased a small bar that soon came to be a thriving business. It was,ironically, called Wyngs. She alone knew the story behind the name, and the fact that for her, owning it had finally given her the freedom that she so craved. It had given her her wings.

Personality: Maaya is a painfully blunt sort of person. She sees the black and white in the world and does not hesitate to tell people off when they cross her lines. Having unnatural strength, she doesn't need to hire a bouncer and people respect her for that. She has a tender side too, though. Volunteering at the animal shelter or the homeless shelter is her pleasure and she always donates tents to the ones who choose to sleep outside the walls of the shelter, the money coming from her own pocket. Occasionally she will find a homeless person who is a hard worker and hire them for her bar.
She dislikes slackers but likes hard workers, intelligent people, and coffee ice cream. Coffee ice cream has the power to overcome even the greatest sadness in her.
Weakness: Maaya has the normal human immune system, human eyesight, human hearing, and she is not very graceful at all. All her fighting abilities rely on pure strength and even then she is weaker than most crow demons.
Weapons/Abilities: Greater than human strength.
Other:
Requested Class in Chatroom: Non-fighters.
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KINGOFMADNESS-Taters Featured By Owner Oct 20, 2015  Hobbyist Artist
Name: Hardrid

Age: 21

Species: tiefling

App.: 5'8 standing, dark brown long hair, with orange glowing eyes, with black caped- hood and leather armor in mdevil time or a dark brown trenchcoat with a black fadora in modern. I also have satchel and a silver dagger in both reality.

history:I was born in a cave because it was raining and my mother was in labor, i was name Hardrid because of my father, i grew up in town  called sholn . during my 6th birthday I got shot with an arrow  because my mom owed debt to some thugs because thats how she the money to pay off the house and food. when I was 19 my mom died  of malaria, and i travel to get away from the town so i kept traveling to find work, I mostly work as a Merc . and thats till presnt day.

personalty:anti-social  and calming when talking to people. very nice

weakness: most things that hurt humans exempt for poison and dark magic

Weapons:med. silver dagger, long bow, and quiver of arrows/ modern: silver dagger, fold-able M14, bag of ammo

abilities: med. healing  hands and winged shoes/ modern: potions of healing and jump boost.
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Character Name: Jericho

Age: 23

Species: Human/Half-elf

Gender: Male

Appearance: Standing at 5'11", with jet-black hair and piercing green eyes, he usually hides his face beneath a brown leather hood, which hides his pointed ears and the scar from his right temple to cheek. A common long-sleeved cotton tunic is worn under a leather cloak, with a durable belt holding a sapphire crystal ball in a pouch with black gloves tied next to them. Simple cloth pants cover leather boots made to last, and visibly worn. He stands tall and proud, when he's not trying to hide, that is.

History: Born to Helen and Nicholas in the out of the way kingdom of Frostguard, he was a very ordinary boy, with very ordinary magical potential. The kingdom, the way it was, was always on the lookout for such capabilities, and he was promptly pulled from the fields of his family at the age of 10 to the inner chambers of the King's castle, studying under Mistress Yvette, the kingdoms resident High Warlock. There he was trained with two other apprentices, keeping up just fine, according to her council's - it was another one of her initiates that seemingly excelled in her eyes.

During a practice duel, this particular apprentice used an advanced lightning attack against Jericho, who promptly collapsed in a siezing fit, and even after this abated, he had a great difficulty performing any sort of magic for days afterward. It was clear to Jericho after this that simply using spells was no life for him, so he pursued other training. Namely under the tutelage of Grant, the kingdom's Ranger Captain. Every other day he would seek him out to grow stronger, smarter in the ways of the world and wilderness. It was Kayde, a senior ranger under Grant, who requested his knives and shortsword from the ranger's blacksmith. He was instructed thoroughly on using them, maintaining them, and once he had been taught this with a bow as well, Grant gifted him one of his own.

Closely following his eighteenth birthday, a plague beset his homeland, one that had never been seen before. It was a disease of death and madness, wreaking havoc on the peace that had existed for years. Families were extinguished, and one incident even took the life of the King, despite the best Knight's efforts. The walls were shut, and strict rules enforced under the Queen's orders. Lady Yvette instructed her students to begin combing their library for any indication or record of a similar plague, believing that this was something that had indeed been seen before, but no longer existed in living or recent memory. It was Jericho who found a short passage, mentioning something vaguely resembling their tragedy, and even that was enough leverage for Yvette to convince the Queen to allow a messenger out of the walls to request access to the Empress's Grand Library. Jericho would be the one to leave his home and everything he knew to pursue the knowledge necessary to save it.

So he departed, with a heavy heart and determined mind. It was no secret that a lot rested on his shoulders, and to be trusted with this much of the queendom's fate was no small pressure to him. His only wish was to not bear this alone, but he would do his best even if it was solely in his hands. He braved the wilderness and wilds of foreign lands and kingdoms to seek the wisdom only the Empress could grant, which she eventually did. Only after securing her own region from the Scav uprising did he find himself within the quiet and dusty halls of the Grand Library. Weeks it took him, but he finally found the few pages that would lead him to finding that it was no sickness, it was a curse. Ancient and dark, it was meant to burn humanity and it's mightiest to the ground, turn father against son and knight against king, and only the strongest of Warlocks and Sages were able to stop the first appearance of this horrid onslaught.

Racing back to his homeland with the fleeting blessing of the Empress, he finds it already in ashes and ruins. No signs of life, but plenty of it's recent occupation. Bodies littered the streets, some infected, others desecrated almost to the point where they could no longer be identified.

He leaves, determined now to prevent what happened to his home from happening to the rest of his country and world, with a deep and burning, bitter hope to avenge every life cut short by this atrocity. Perhaps even, directly facing one of the few responsible for this crime against all mankind. Maybe then he'll sleep easily at night, but until then, he strives to stop them, and save all he can.

Personality: Very reflexive and somewhat emotional. If he is treated with respect and honor, there is no reason for him to not return this manner of speaking or relations. He's reluctant to engage in anything romantic with anyone, namely because of his immense inexperience with that manner of relationships, but the deep pains of his undermine him to the point of wanting someone else to know, and to hold at times. If he feels at all betrayed or mocked, he will react aggressively, returning the mockery at least or turning violent at worst. He absolutely hates being soaking wet, and cannot swim. He also has a great fear of heights, to the point of complete panic.

He thoroughly enjoys food and drink, greatly preferring meats and fruits over any sort of vegetable. He heavily abstains from any sort of alchohol(sp?), the burning sensations far from bearable to him. Any sort of knowledge or learning he can persue he will if he can see a possible use for it. That as it is, he'll listen to most anything, as he always plays it "better safe than sorry," which mostly results in him knowing random little tidbits about everything.


Weakness: Lightning/Electric-based spells and magic are something he's completely unaware of how to deal with, nonetheless counter. During a practice duel, a particular apprentice used an advanced lightning attack against Jericho, who promptly collapsed in a siezing fit, and even after this abated, he had a great difficulty performing any sort of magic for days afterward.


Weapons/Abilities:
Universal:
Sapphire/Emerald Crystal ball
12 3/4" Walnut/Dragon Heartstring wand
Limited Spacial Manipulation magic
He will use spacial manipulation to use his crystal ball similarly to Thor's hammer, throwing it around and pulling it back to him to smash something.

Set A - Medieval:
Two iron daggers, made for forward and reverse grip.
Steel shortsword
Longbow and Iron-tipped arrows
Expansive knowledge of Earth and Air spells
Decent knowledge of healing magic
Basic knowledge of Fire and Water spells

Set B - Modern:
Damascus steel knife (www.google.com/url?sa=i&rct=j&…)
Derringer pistol (img-cdn.redwolfairsoft.com/upl…)
.357 revolver (www.google.com/url?sa=i&rct=j&…)
Expansive knowledge of Fire and Water spells
Decent knowledge of Earth and Air spells
Basic knowledge of healing magic

Other: The Orb is his favorite implement, but he keeps the wand as a backup and subltly tucked away.

His story and background is subject to change based on the time period and environment he's placed in, but the general theme will remain the same.

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DragonX500 Featured By Owner Edited Oct 19, 2015  Student Traditional Artist
Name: Josith Helbourn

Race: Human/Demon Hybrid

Gender:Male

Age: 24

Appearance: Josith has spiky red hair and blue eyes. He wears Red Steel-plated armor. He looks like your typical average Human but has a Red scaly Demon hand concealed by his Holy Gauntlet, a White Glove with a purple crystal embedded in it. When he uses his Demon powers, He grows Horn, Demon wings, and has red glowing eyes. If he takes off his Holy Gauntlet, He transforms into a Gigantic Four-armed Demonic Monster!

History:
He was raised in a village where he was feared and hated by the people who despised all because He was the demon child of the Demonic Overlord of Hatred! His mother didn't want him to become like his father so she took him to a group of Paladins who tried to exorcise the demon outside of him. When that failed, they succeeded in sealing his Demonic powers with the Holy Gauntlet onced used to defeat his father. They raised him like a human, teaching him the difference between right and wrong, and help him become the kind and considerate person he is today. He is now going on adventures helping people while always resisting his inner demon every single day.

Personality:
He is quite polite and noble which stands a very sharp contrast from his Demon blood. He is rational and gentle who always tries to talk before engaging in senseless violence. He may be gentle but he is in no way a pushover, he despises anyone who is jerkass to people, oppresses people, and bad guys who just do evil stuff for stupid reasons. He also suffers from constant nightmares due to his demon blood attempting to take over his body and soul which leads to him losing control and going on rampages. When he fights, He always tries to hold back unless the person is a huge douchebag who deserves everything he can deliver to his face!

Weaknessess: He is weak to Holy stuff and will give him severe burns, His powers also have no effect on them. He also holds back on his demonic power because if he uses too much, he loses more of his Humanity. He also responds to pain like a normal person, be it emotional, physical, or spiritual pain. He constantly suffers nightmares from his Demon blood trying to take over his body and can cause him to go out of control. His Holy Gauntlet holds back most of his power down to a level he can handle, If it is taken off his hand. He will transform into a gigantic Monster Demon who will permanently stay that way if he doesn't get his glove back on soon.

Weapons: He carries his Inferno Blade of Eternal hatred which is made completely out of pure Hellfire!

Abilities: He has power over Hellfire and can easily create and control it, like using it to create his Hellfire sword. He can grow Wings that allow him to fly. He has Demon eyes which causes anyone he locks eyes with, Full of Pain,Fear, and Despair. He is a skilled swordsman and fighter who is adept at both fighting with his Sword and his fists. He also has the unique ability to gain power from the evil of one's soul. So the eviler his foes are, the Stronger he becomes! He also has regenerative powers and can heal from the most dire injuries over time.

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False321Angel Featured By Owner Oct 16, 2015  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Character Name: Adrianna Frost
Age: 325  looks 24
Race: Vampyre
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Long black hair that usually flows down her back nearly reaching her hips. Her eyes glow an emerald green the more attracted to blood she is. Her pale skin is natural, not what you would think a vampire would have. She's five foot five inches tall and always wears a lace up v neck tank top and fitted blue/back jeans under a long black/red (depending on her mood) coat in which is a secret pocket containing vials of blood when she needs an extra kick. She wears paratrooper boots and has twin blades hidden in a sheath on her back.
History: Stolen from her village at the age of 16 Savannah Moon was sold into slavery and given the name Adrianna. Four years of slavery later she was placed once again in the slave auctions in the black market. A tall dark man wearing a crimson dress shirt rare for the area they were in bought her at the age of 22. Six months in his service she discovers that her master held a dark secret while she was cleaning outside his room. He gave her his last name after turning her into a vampyre making her full name Adrianna Frost.
He had thought of her as his favorite of his servants and had asked her to be his mate. However one year later he was killed by a group of hunters that they had happened to run into along the river bank late one night. Killing each of them in a blood rage Adrianna made it to the top of the hunters list as a trophy kill. She was once again sold into slavery after she had been mourning the her lost master.
She is a loyal and obedient servant when in services and because of that she has been questioned quite often by new masters why she is willing to protect someone who strips her free will away from her. She has been disciplined for acting before given orders and has learned to act only once she knows the type of master she was given.
For the fifty years she has been freed of slavery she has traveled from city to city and hiding in the shadows watching from the corners as the night world goes on around her. She drinks either vodka and soda, long island iced tea, mikes lemonade, or Smirnoff when she's in a good mood. She'll sit at the bar and listen to those around her finding ways to entertain herself throughout the nights.
Personality:
  Violent people she gives their space, interesting people or people she feels call her out on something she indulges in. She likes the talkative people and as a hobby picks on the younger beings. She fears those centuries older than herself and with unknown powers. She's mad when people threaten those she respects and care for. She's sad when she is reminded of her past. She's happy when things are easy and she's not hungry. She sinks into her flashbacks of her past as a reaction to sadness, anger-wise she has learned to walk away because the only good time to die is to lay your life on the line serving protecting and obeying. Most of the time however she's simply content with herself as she sips her drinks and watches those around her.
Weakness:
Physical non-deathly weakness: If the back of her neck is grasped just right her guards go down and she is at the mercy of those around her. If the blood put into her drink holds enough power she'll become blood drunk and immobile.
Deathly weakness: steak through the heart (who wouldn't die from that), decapitation (again who wouldn't die), unlike other vampires she is fond of garlic and occasionally wears a silver crucifix so neither of those effect her. Aside from those, any direct contact with white sage will leave her incapacitated and near death. If it is a large enough amount it will shut down her body either permanently or until it is removed from her system. No matter how much or how little the amount she must find blood shortly after contact with white sage.
    Weapons/Abilities: Adrianna carries two twin blades handles down on her back. They are roughly sixteen inches long and are silver titanium with onyx handles. The sheath runs up between her shoulder blades with the blades mirroring each other and appearing as a single sword at first glance although they're not connectable in any way. It runs over her shirt between her shoulders and runs down and around her waist hidden beneath the front of her shirt and beneath her coat as well as a black steel knife in her right boot with a crimson gem on the end of the handle.
   
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coccadoq Featured By Owner Edited Oct 16, 2015  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Character Name:  Ushio Hokosaki 
Age:  18  years old. 
Species: kitsune
Gender: Female
Appearance:  A skinny but tall  light-grey fox with black skinny legs, Bushy tale and big ears, Wears her dead mother's tooth as a remembrance of her. she can turn willingly into a human and can make her ears and tale invisible if wanted. in her human form she wears a skull tee-shirt, a leather jacket,  jeans  that have holes, and lack and red lebron james shoes. She has long ginger hair, bangs cover one eye.
History:  When she was born her  mom has cancer, and later died when she was 3 . Her father  binge drunk, and smoked around her. He late died when she was 13 from lung cancer. She discovered she was a kitsune, and that her parents were too and turned into her fox form spending most of her life in that form. She once killed a man for trying to kill her and thus is afraid of guns. 
Personality: She is not afraid to defend herself over enemies. She is a risk taker, But can be sweet and nice if you get to know her.  
Weakness: Her only weakness is a gun, if she see's one she will have a panic attack and throw up.
Weapons/Abilities: Because she is afraid of guns, she weilds a Samuri Sword she named 
kurou no tatsu,  Standing for a dark dragon. A thin but strong sword that can cut through metal . She Found the sword in a dumpster and kept it to this day.  she also has a dagger for Emergencies . her ability in her kitsune form is to control darkness and Lightning/thunder. 
Other: She is a formidable and strong opponent when it comes to sword Fighting . she is fast and sly on her feet/paws. she stays in the darkness and attacks form the unknown.
Requested Class in Chatroom: Sword Wielder 
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False321Angel Featured By Owner Oct 14, 2015  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Character Name: Adrianna Frost
Age: 225  looks 34
Species:Vampyre
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Long black hair that usually flows down her back nearly reaching her hips. Her eyes glow an emerald green the more attracted to blood she is. Her pale skin is natural, not what you would think a vampire would have. She's five foot five inches tall and always wears a lace up v neck tank top and fitted blue/back jeans under a long black/red (depending on her mood) coat in which is a secret pocket containing vials of blood when she needs an extra kick. She wears paratrooper boots and has twin blades hidden in a sheath on her back.
History: Stolen from her village at the age of 16 Savannah Moon was sold into slavery and given the name Adrianna. Four years of slavery later she was placed once again in the slave auctions in the black market. A tall dark man wearing a crimson dress shirt rare for the area they were in bought her at the age of 22. Six months in his service she discovers that her master held a dark secret while she was cleaning outside his room. He gave her his last name after turning her into a vampyre making her full name Adrianna Frost.
He had thought of her as his favorite of his servants and had asked her to be his mate. However one year later he was killed by a group of hunters that they had happened to run into along the river bank late one night. Killing each of them in a blood rage Adrianna made it to the top of the hunters list as a trophy kill. She was once again sold into slavery after she had been mourning the her lost master.
She is a loyal and obedient servant when in services and because of that she has been questioned quite often by new masters why she is willing to protect someone who strips her free will away from her. She has been disciplined for acting before given orders and has learned to act only once she knows the type of master she was given.
For the fifty years she has been freed of slavery she has traveled from city to city and hiding in the shadows watching from the corners as the night world goes on around her. She drinks either vodka and soda, long island iced tea, mikes lemonade, or Smirnoff when she's in a good mood. She'll sit at the bar and listen to those around her finding ways to entertain herself throughout the nights.
Personality:  Violent people she gives their space, interesting people or people she feels call her out on something she indulges in. She likes the talkative people and as a hobby picks on the younger beings. She fears those centuries older than herself and with unknown powers. She's mad when people threaten those she respects and care for. She's sad when she is reminded of her past. She's happy when things are easy and she's not hungry. She sinks into her flashbacks of her past as a reaction to sadness, anger-wise she has learned to walk away because the only good time to die is to lay your life on the line serving protecting and obeying. Most of the time however she's simply content with herself as she sips her drinks and watches those around her.
Weakness:
Physical non-deathly weakness: If the back of her neck is grasped just right her guards go down and she is at the mercy of those around her. If the blood put into her drink holds enough power she'll become blood drunk and immobile.
Deathly weakness: steak through the heart (who wouldn't die from that), decapitation (again who wouldn't die), unlike other vampires she is fond of garlic and occasionally wears a silver crucifix so neither of those effect her. Aside from those, any direct contact with white sage will leave her incompacitated and near death. If it is a large enough amount it will shut down her body either permanently or until it is removed from her system. No matter how much or how little the amount she must find blood shortly after contact with white sage.
    Weapons/Abilities: Adrianna carries two twin blades handles down on her back. They are roughly sixteen inches long and are silver titanium with onyx handles. The sheath runs up between her shoulder blades with the blades mirroring each other and appearing as a single sword at first glance although they're not connectable in any way. It runs over her shirt between her shoulders and runs down and around her waist hidden beneath the front of her shirt and beneath her coat as well as a black steel knife in her right boot with a crimson gem on the end of the handle.
    Other: She is submissive but will do whatever it takes to obey/follow commands given from the right athority. She is rarely emotional and likes to spend time looking at and studying others as she drinks either coffee or alcohol both occasionally laced with blood. If she's upset with someone or bored out of her mind she'll pour a fresh cup of coffee and levitate to the ceiling "forgetting" that there's no lid and she's upside down, until the coffee lands on the head(s) of one person or a small group of people.
Abilities: Super speed she doesn't use often she would rather take her time and enjoy herself so unless she finds it necessary or she wants to joke with someone she doesn't use super speed, super strength again doesn't use it unless needed, biggest use of it is to throw those who annoy her across a room and into the nearest wall. Enhanced hearing constantly used, she listens to all those around her waiting trying to find something interesting, such as when she has unwanted male attention she will stand and leave the room before the man/men make their way to her. Her enhanced sight is something she uses at random. She sees you as anyone would but can also look at the threads that make up the material of your shirt from a distance. She can hear and speak into your mind at will, in return to that she has walls that block ninety percent of others trying to get into her mind, which she finds them to be highly annoying. She levitates and usually lies on the ceiling careful to be out of reach of ceiling fans when she's stressed or feels crowded.
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OtoHime20 Featured By Owner Oct 13, 2015  Student Artist
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Character Name: Kiyoko Risagi

Age: 17 (actual age: 313)

Species: vampire Wiccan

Gender: Female

Appearance: Kiyoko is average height just like any human girl, and has a natural weight. She's cute by vampire standards, human standards she's unnaturally beautiful. Her slender body doesn't match how strong she really is but its curvy. Her hair is in two layers, first layer is short a bit past the ears and the second layer is long a bit past the butt, it's wavy and crimson red; her eyes are a natural aqua green in the light, in the dark is like a a gold and glows bright when she uses her powers. She feels comfortable in a no sleeve rabbit hoodie dark blue in color, long sleeve shirt black and white strips on the sleeves, jean shorts, stockings red and black that stop at the thigh and a bat design one on each side, ankle boots heels with buckles, she also lets her tail out freely it looks like a devils tail but more of a pointy arrow she created it using a spell.       

History: Kiyoko was born in Transylvania in the 1700's, her mother is a witch, her father a vampire, and they met in the village's library ancient history section they were looking up the history of their clans. They spent a year together and got married in secret, a love between a vampire and a witch is forbidden, they build a castle far away from town try to stay far from humans as possible in order not to bring suspicion to them and to make sure the clans were unaware of their marriage, lived happily for years and had a baby girl named kiyoko, the clans found out and attacked the castle the father stayed to fight and mother took kiyoko and put her to sleep. when Kiyoko was put to sleep she was frightened and scared, seeing her father fighting then her mothers smiling face with tears running down her face and the words "be strong" ringing in her ear. When Yuki bought the castle he came across the coffin and the seal broke off and kiyoko was awakened, when she woke up she was in a slight daze but her last memories was of her mother and she jumped up and screamed out "mama" but she noticed things were different and Yuki standing back a bit shocked and she stared to cry knowing her family was gone. when yuki goes to touch her she flinched scared and kept her distance and when to her old room that was old and torn from the years of age, but she stayed there and as time passed Yuki kept coming to her room to give her food and see if she was alright she didn't eat the food, but one day he cut himself by accident and she smelled his blood and came and she appeared in front of him and licked the cut and blood her saliva healing it and with the taste of Yuki's blood she knew his intention was pure and Kiyoko started to follow Yuki around and learning of the new age which frightened her some.

Personality: Kiyoko is a kind girl but since she woke up and is living in the new world her personality changes depending on who she is around, when she is around Yuki she is sweet with a slight attitude towards other girls she feels are a threat to taking Yuki away from her. She Has a problem with her speech she still doesn't have the hang of the language. She loves to paint and play the violin, she gets sad cause she paints her dreams or her memory, she's always happy and is love with Yuki but she doesn't know how to let him know, she thinks its un-lady like. when she is angry she gets out of control and her vampire nature comes out and she wants to go on a blood spree 

Weakness:  As vampire naturally purified water shocks her and drains her of power the longer the water touches her skin the more her power drains (rosaries/crosses don't affect her since she's a half breed), she can't be in the sun and a witch's barrier completely blocks her magical arrows, and if she uses her arrow sword she can't use her manipulation power the sword takes nearly all her energy.

Weapons/Abilities: spells/magic (protective shield, magic arrows like her tail but red in color that strike at the target, arrow sword, arrow marks to speed her movements), vampire powers are flight, mind control but if the persons will is too strong it wont work

Requested Class in Chatroom: Multi_Weapon_Users

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