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1) Option 1: Post one detailed, non-fanbased character sheet 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. ) Option 2(Beta): 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. These posts must be done IN THIRD PERSON. The mod will either approve your character or Rp Post, 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 or post, though only a mod can promote you. ) Once your character sheet or rp post 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 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.

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.)


: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. If the age is very old, be prepared to make up for it in history. )
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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Penelopetheskeleton Featured By Owner 2 hours ago  New Deviant Student Artist
Name: Penny
Age: 9 in human years, 18 in her species' years
Species: Hybrid, Human wolf
Gender: Female
Appearance: Penny has cute little wolf ears and black hair with a purple stripe that hangs over her left eye. Her fur is purple and Penny has a cute little nose. Her fur is purple. Her eyes are curious and blue. She usually wears blue shirt with the moon stitched on the front. Penny wears jeans and doesn't wear shoes because she has paws and that's very uncomfortable. Her hands are also paws.
History: When Penny was born she was born from the most powerful human wolf hybrids in the world. The litter contained of her older sister, Kalylia,
her younger brother, Daniel, and  Penny.
 At three years old Penny was thrown out into the forest, due to her lack of strength. Scared and alone she howled and cried. A voice responded. Penny howled again. She followed the voice and found another of her kind. This mysterious wolf Guided her and showed her how to hunt and survive.
The wolf let Penny live alone at nine, which was when Penny was about eight teen in her years.
 Penny is now living off the land, no longer alone and scared, and full of rage for what her parents had done.
Personality: Curious, Playful, Sneaky, short tempered, territorial
Weakness: Her past. If you want her to break down, remind her of her past.
Abilities: She has grown incredibly strong and fast. Penny can squash your head and run so fast she is a blurr
Requested class in chatroom: Fist_Fighter 
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DeclanKane Featured By Owner Edited 6 days ago  Hobbyist General Artist
Character Name: Lykos Cassius (Lie-Coh-ss) (Cas-ee-us)

 Age:  He is 169 years old, though he ages much slower than any human, only aging one year for every seven that humans age. So for all ends, he looked in his early to mid twenties.

Species:  Lykos is a “Grimm” or a reaper demon. He is able to feed upon the souls he comes across, or he finds sufficient nutrition on meat, as he hunts throughout the year. He makes no distinction between souls of the wicked and souls of the innocent, and he has no real preference if they are male or female, young or old, humanoid or not. He has two forms however, an Alpha form, which is his demonic form, and his Beta form which is his human form.

Gender: Though he is by default, a male, and identifies as such in a time where population was low within his race, some of the older demons were able to change their sex at will, like some animals if there are many females, some could switch sexes to male to keep the population going, and prevent it from becoming extinct. So while his body is male, and his mind is male, should he meet with another, one of them could possibly become female and create offspring though it is considered disturbing to many “civilized” races, though to him it’s as common as any pairing or courtship to his people.

Appearance: 
 Height/ Length:  From the top of his large curled horns that rest atop his skull, to the top of his thickly muscled tail he is eleven feet even, though when he stands regularly, he is seven foot six inches. He has a massive frame, with broad shoulders and bones bound in thick muscle that he works hard to maintain. Many people comment on his size, his height and muscle mass, though he doesn’t seem to be bothered by it. He when placed in situations where smaller size is required, will half shift, changing his height and body mass to where he looks almost entirely human, thus he is able to even travel into town when required. In his Beta or human form he is average height at only five foot, eleven inches.

Weight:  He weighs roughly 173 Kilos or 380 lbs. Though that is the weight of his true form, his mass will not change even if he becomes his human form, he simply becomes denser.

Skin Tone:  Alpha Form: In his Alpha form, his skin is jet black, resembling that of charcoal, and in his Beta form, he is Caucasian with sun tanned skin.

Eye Color: His face is often hidden behind his thick hair, but he bares two distinct topaz eyes, with crimson and copper colored hues, though instead of circular or vertical slits, the slits in his eyes are wide, and horizontal. His sight is good during the day, but excellent during the night, when he is most active and hunts, while his prey is asleep. In his Beta or human form, his eyes are black, and the pupil and Iris seem to be the same color, though when he looks toward the sun, the iris has a deep shade of blue. 


 He is often seen wearing the hides of animals he had hunted, the skin of plant eaters, their thick pelts good for winter, and in the fall the pale hues of brown and golden fur make him difficult to see. His wild black hair that is so long it is to the base if his tail; flows freely, shielding his face from the elements. He carries a bow and a quiver full of arrows, as well as several throwing blades at his side.

Once every year the first snow signified the birthing of his people, and he wears ceremonial robes for three days and four nights. The robe is tight to his hips and flows to the earth blocking a view of his tail and feet, symbolizing their rising from the earth and becoming what they were.The robe is black wool, with red trim; the half robe also extends to his upper arms, where it is held in place by duel silver arm bands, that extend into a crest that flows across his sternum. He wears a silver crest upon his brow, two snakes entwined around each other.

Hair color and Style: His head is covered in a mass of thick black hair that flows like oil slick down his broad shoulders, resting at the base of his tail; it also tends to stick in every direction. In his Beta or human form, it is thick, shaggy and unkempt, giving him a rather bizarre look. In human form his hair is still long but only to the bottom of his neck, it remains jet black. 

Other Physical Traits: His dark skin is only broken by the scales that form just under his hair line, flecks of red and golden scales are freckled down the back of his neck, gathering along his spine, and flowing out from his spine around his ribs at random, eventually fading away as they move to his chest and stomach. These same scales crest his brow and grace his elongated ears that sweep back along his skull, nested in his thick black hair is a pair of massive horns that sweep back, curling just under his ears. These horns serve two purposes, to drive off other males, or females, and battle. They are deep crimson at their base, and it eventually darkens in the dimpled thick bone to a deep grey. Though horns are not unbreakable, they are very difficult to damage. His tail is thick and can also be used as a weapon, side sweeping his opponents legs breaking bones and snapping weapons with ease. His hands are large, and when his fingers are fully splayed, a web like membrane is exposed, used for fast swimming in when he is forced to hunt in the water, these membranes are clear and often go unnoticed, when compared to the massive gleaming black talons that tip each long finger. His legs are strong, and two massive three toed feet grip the earth. He balances on his toes, the rest of his foot, elongated, and remaining clear of whatever he stands on. These also make him a powerful swimmer when combined with his webbed hands and powerful tail he can use for a rudder. His mouth is also a weapon and a vicious one at that. Under calm normal circumstances, his teeth are pearly white and his mouth is clean but once his fangs are extended from behind the first row of teeth, a black tint takes to his saliva, a necrotizing bacteria lives in the hollows of his fangs. Once bitten the pressure placed on his teeth forces the soft skin over his fangs to compress, forcing the toxic fluid into the wound and causing almost immediate infection of the wound site. Depending on the location of the bite, death can take place in hours, days or months, though there is no known cure, it is rumored there is one, though none he had bitten were able to attain it.

History: His lack of warmth even for the little the Reapers have was alarming to many, through his young childhood he was fierce and merciless when it came to training, only stopping when the other conceded. Even if he were flat on his back he would find the will power to rise up. He wanted to be in the guard like his mother, and his brother and nothing would stand in his way. Academically he surpassed many of his age, and remained in the top ranks all throughout his training. However that put him at odds in the social spotlight, and he was rejected by many of the others his age, though this never seemed to bother Lykos. When asked he said he was serious about his training and there were no times for games.  His father was a breeder, and that would be his own fate if he did not pass his training as a fighter. In his society, females were the leaders and males were the grunts, females were smarter, and quicker to make decisions, though he was trained by his own mother, so he became just a proficient. Males who did not make the cut were sent to dens to be used to their genetic material. The worse off the female the better the male she got, though his mother was a beautiful grim, so he imagined his father must be ugly. It was law that the children never meet the den males until they were of age, and that virtually never happened because quite frankly the young males didn’t care. Those who had two parents received twice the training but that did not improve their chances of moving onto the guard. It was later discovered he was neutral gendered, and he was among few with that ability and this increased his chances for leadership. Though biting another reaper of the same species, won’t do much other than cause a rash, it was strictly forbidden. It was a matter of pride and it was considered the highest insult, as deadly as the toxin is to any other living thing. Though in a onetime fit of pure blinding rage, he turned his fangs on his own kin at one point in his life and he cast the biggest insult of his people, by biting the oldest of them all. He bit his grandmother across the face, when she made the announcement that his brother would be sent to the dens. A fury, an outrage and such disrespect was unbearable to him. His brother was strong, build like him, and if his brother was to be sent to the den, surely the old hag would do the same to him. As punishment he was tied to a stake, his arms behind his back, and beaten with a Finstaf branch until he bled. Finstaf is a tree that is common in his world, similar to the weeping willow, though the long sad branches are very much alive, but instead of leaves, their long tendrils are covered in quill like needles, and the sap secreted by them, causes something similar to an acid burn. He has scars from the ordeal across his throat, chest and abdomen, a reminder that he should guard his tongue, though that didn’t seem to work considering he will and always has, said the first thing that comes to his mind. Finstaf burns can only be treated with wolfsbane, which is why it is such a punishment, the Grimm, make a numbing agent, but instead of the whipping and being done, he had an allergic reaction like none before him. Eventually he came of age, and was sent to true war. He excelled, cutting down all in his path, even his own. This was considered his most ruthless act, and he was left to die on a planet he knows nothing about. With no friends, nor family, he makes his own path, though not one he particularly enjoys. He often repeats a question his brother asked him when he last saw him almost fifty years prior, and wonders if he can change his answer.

“Why are you so vicious, Lykos?” His brother asked him.

“Because being gentle gets you in the den, right where you are now,” Said Lykos.

“Right where I am now,” Said his brother blatantly offended.  

“Being a strong warrior, is very different from becoming a great warrior. No one will remember you Lykos, when mother and I have passed, you will be alone. No one will sit around the fires telling stories of a being who was incapable of love.” At the time Lykos didn't care, what was the point of being remembered if you could not be the strongest? It was only now in the quiet moments, Lykos really began to understand what his brother meant.


What is happening with him now: He is a cast away, forbidden to return and that being said, he is constantly hunting selling his skills for equal trade in furs, or gold. 

Personality: Lykos is very much grounded, understanding the vast difference of how people would like things to be and how they are. He despises people who are weak, and complain about it. It isn’t that he hates others that are weak, just the fact they refuse to make themselves stronger and depend on others. He has no time for people who act like they own others, or believe they can dictate his actions, because they want something. He is quick to call someone on their double standards, or what he deems as foolishness. Sometimes cocky, he will often let his mouth go before he thinks about what it would do to someone else. He simply believes truth should be better valued. He also thinks actions are what define a person, more than words. A man, who has gleaming armor, has never used it, and his hide is littered with scars, he has no problem bleeding for what he believes in, and despite his cryptic outlook on life and his harsh demeanor, he would never let an innocent fall if he could help it. He does know that sometimes lavish things are required, to gain status or to complete a ritual, though other than that, he prefers the essentials. Wearing skins from the animals he hunts, and using everything from the animal he can to the best advantage he can. He has no problem getting his hands dirty, or telling others to. He often meets others with a coldness, or sarcasm, not bothering to offer any information, of himself up until they have gained some level of trust or respect from him. The bravest fool would do better in a room with Lykos than the son or daughter of a king. Respect is earned, never demanded, and he will quickly make that known, often being rude, to royals and kind to servants. He is not truly afraid of anything, knowing that there will always be one of two outcomes, death, or life, and he even as a reaper, has no control over when his time will come, so he doesn’t bother to worry about it. Like his name entailed, Lykos, meaning wolf, he is very much like a wolf, most of his communication coming through body language, scent or vocalization. Facial expressions are the most obvious ways in which he expresses emotion. Generally bared or snapping his teeth, with his ears tilted back slightly, express aggression toward another entity. His voice is deep, and holds a slight rasp to it, he cannot yell loudly, but he was never one to put on a public display. Though he is a decent fighter, and uses his surroundings to his best advantage, he knows when a fight will not be worth it, and doesn’t bother to strike unless he knows he will land the hit, often attempting to go for an all or nothing hit after testing his opponent in battle to find weak spots. He often walks, or runs on all fours, his hands and feet leaving deep gouges in the dirt.

Weakness: He has a thick hide, but that cannot protect him from everything such as the scent of burning sage, and Aconite, particularly the Northern Blue Wolfsbane. The Sage will cause lesions that bleed and peel away his skin, and respiratory complications causing his lungs to fill with fluid, much like a human succumbing to phenomena, their lungs fill, unable to breathe. The wolfsbane is a paralyzing agent that causes his muscles to relax, and while he is completely aware of what is happening, he is unable to stop it, even at his strongest and if given in a high enough dose, it will cause neurological paralysis resulting in the inability to breathe on his own, effectively shutting his system down and causing death.  Another weakness is his ears. Though he is a predator his people realized he was not like the other children his age. Lykos was faster to react to almost any noise, when it came to training, in fact, perhaps too fast. Reapers usually have color blind sight seeing in pale shades or grey, white and black, like looking through a night vision lens, and their hearing is less than perfect, though his eyes were very sensitive to color. When bright light is shone directly in his face, it not only startles him, it hurts him, like needles in his eyes and while most consider sensitive sight a gift, he does not. Though possibly his worst weakness is his inability to relate to others, making social situations tense, or awkward so he has little to no allies or friends.



Abilities: Though he is a reaper, he cannot just take a life at a glance or at the drop of a hat. He can influence the energy around a person to cause them to feel heat, or cold, and their body will react in turn to what it believes it feels. For example if he were in a structure that was burning from a battle, he could influence the energy around the person to make them see flames engulfing them and unless they know what is happening, they will act on instinct, rolling on the ground, disarming themselves and removing protective gear, in which he will effectively end the hallucination and begin his physical attack. This is not a common practice for him because he considers it a cheat and prefers the playing ground to be level. His abilities work at random when it comes to the supernatural, never one hundred percent reliable, but with humans it has never failed him. He is physically fast, and powerful, but his relentlessness in battle is part of the reason he has survived so many wars. He is ferocious and it was both admired and feared even by his own blood. He uses his entire being as a weapon, and mastered the ability to see spirits, of any light, not so he could escort them to the afterlife, but so he could devour them, in fact the only spirits he ever shows kindness or mercy to, are those spirits of children.



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DeclanKane Featured By Owner 6 days ago  Hobbyist General Artist

ame: Lykos Casius ((Pronunciation (Lie-kOs) (Cass-E-us)

Species:  Lykos is a “Grimm” or a reaper demon. He is able to feed upon the souls he comes across, or he finds sufficient nutrition on meat, as he hunts throughout the year. He makes no distinction between souls of the wicked and souls of the innocent, and he has no real preference if they are male or female, young or old, humanoid or not. He has two forms however, an Alpha form, which is his demonic form, and his Beta form which is his human form.

 Gender:   Though he is by default, a male, and identifies as such in a time where population was low within his race, some of the older demons were able to change their sex at will, like some animals if there are many females, some could switch sexes to male to keep the population going, and prevent it from becoming extinct. So while his body is male, and his mind is male, should he meet with another, one of them could possibly become female and create offspring though it is considered disturbing to many “civilized” races, though to him it’s as common as any pairing or courtship to his people.

 Age:  He is 169 years old, though he ages much slower than any human, only aging one year for every seven that humans age. So for all ends, he looked in his early to mid twenties.

 Height/ Length:  From the top of his large curled horns that rest atop his skull, to the top of his thickly muscled tail he is eleven feet even, though when he stands regularly, he is seven foot six inches. He has a massive frame, with broad shoulders and bones bound in thick muscle that he works hard to maintain. Many people comment on his size, his height and muscle mass, though he doesn’t seem to be bothered by it. He when placed in situations where smaller size is required, will half shift, changing his height and body mass to where he looks almost entirely human, thus he is able to even travel into town when required. In his Beta or human form he is average height at only five foot, eleven inches.

Weight:  He weighs roughly 173 Kilos or 380 lbs. Though that is the weight of his true form, his mass will not change even if he becomes his human form, he simply becomes denser.

Skin Tone:  Alpha Form: In his Alpha form, his skin is jet black, resembling that of charcoal, and in his Beta form, he is Caucasian with sun tanned skin.

Eye Color: His face is often hidden behind his thick hair, but he bares two distinct topaz eyes, with crimson and copper colored hues, though instead of circular or vertical slits, the slits in his eyes are wide, and horizontal. His sight is good during the day, but excellent during the night, when he is most active and hunts, while his prey is asleep. In his Beta or human form, his eyes are black, and the pupil and Iris seem to be the same color, though when he looks toward the sun, the iris has a deep shade of blue. 

Hair color and Style: His head is covered in a mass of thick black hair that flows like oil slick down his broad shoulders, resting at the base of his tail; it also tends to stick in every direction. In his Beta or human form, it is thick, shaggy and unkempt, giving him a rather bizarre look. In human form his hair is still long but only to the bottom of his neck, it remains jet black. 

Other Physical Traits: His dark skin is only broken by the scales that form just under his hair line, flecks of red and golden scales are freckled down the back of his neck, gathering along his spine, and flowing out from his spine around his ribs at random, eventually fading away as they move to his chest and stomach. These same scales crest his brow and grace his elongated ears that sweep back along his skull, nested in his thick black hair is a pair of massive horns that sweep back, curling just under his ears. These horns serve two purposes, to drive off other males, or females, and battle. They are deep crimson at their base, and it eventually darkens in the dimpled thick bone to a deep grey. Though horns are not unbreakable, they are very difficult to damage. His tail is thick and can also be used as a weapon, side sweeping his opponents legs breaking bones and snapping weapons with ease. His hands are large, and when his fingers are fully splayed, a web like membrane is exposed, used for fast swimming in when he is forced to hunt in the water, these membranes are clear and often go unnoticed, when compared to the massive gleaming black talons that tip each long finger. His legs are strong, and two massive three toed feet grip the earth. He balances on his toes, the rest of his foot, elongated, and remaining clear of whatever he stands on. These also make him a powerful swimmer when combined with his webbed hands and powerful tail he can use for a rudder. His mouth is also a weapon and a vicious one at that. Under calm normal circumstances, his teeth are pearly white and his mouth is clean but once his fangs are extended from behind the first row of teeth, a black tint takes to his saliva, a necrotizing bacteria lives in the hollows of his fangs. Once bitten the pressure placed on his teeth forces the soft skin over his fangs to compress, forcing the toxic fluid into the wound and causing almost immediate infection of the wound site. Depending on the location of the bite, death can take place in hours, days or months, though there is no known cure, it is rumored there is one, though none he had bitten were able to attain it.

 

Psychological Traits: Lykos is very much grounded, understanding the vast difference of how people would like things to be and how they are. He despises people who are weak, and complain about it. It isn’t that he hates others that are weak, just the fact they refuse to make themselves stronger and depend on others. He has no time for people who act like they own others, or believe they can dictate his actions, because they want something. He is quick to call someone on their double standards, or what he deems as foolishness. Sometimes cocky, he will often let his mouth go before he thinks about what it would do to someone else. He simply believes truth should be better valued. He also thinks actions are what define a person, more than words. A man, who has gleaming armor, has never used it, and his hide is littered with scars, he has no problem bleeding for what he believes in, and despite his cryptic outlook on life and his harsh demeanor, he would never let an innocent fall if he could help it. He does know that sometimes lavish things are required, to gain status or to complete a ritual, though other than that, he prefers the essentials. Wearing skins from the animals he hunts, and using everything from the animal he can to the best advantage he can. He has no problem getting his hands dirty, or telling others to. He often meets others with a coldness, or sarcasm, not bothering to offer any information, of himself up until they have gained some level of trust or respect from him. The bravest fool would do better in a room with Lykos than the son or daughter of a king. Respect is earned, never demanded, and he will quickly make that known, often being rude, to royals and kind to servants. He is not truly afraid of anything, knowing that there will always be one of two outcomes, death, or life, and he even as a reaper, has no control over when his time will come, so he doesn’t bother to worry about it. Like his name entailed, Lykos, meaning wolf, he is very much like a wolf, most of his communication coming through body language, scent or vocalization. Facial expressions are the most obvious ways in which he expresses emotion. Generally bared or snapping his teeth, with his ears tilted back slightly, express aggression toward another entity. His voice is deep, and holds a slight rasp to it, he cannot yell loudly, but he was never one to put on a public display. Though he is a decent fighter, and uses his surroundings to his best advantage, he knows when a fight will not be worth it, and doesn’t bother to strike unless he knows he will land the hit, often attempting to go for an all or nothing hit after testing his opponent in battle to find weak spots. He often walks, or runs on all fours, his hands and feet leaving deep gouges in the dirt.

 

Abilities: Though he is a reaper, he cannot just take a life at a glance or at the drop of a hat. He can influence the energy around a person to cause them to feel heat, or cold, and their body will react in turn to what it believes it feels. For example if he were in a structure that was burning from a battle, he could influence the energy around the person to make them see flames engulfing them and unless they know what is happening, they will act on instinct, rolling on the ground, disarming themselves and removing protective gear, in which he will effectively end the hallucination and begin his physical attack. This is not a common practice for him because he considers it a cheat and prefers the playing ground to be level. His abilities work at random when it comes to the supernatural, never one hundred percent reliable, but with humans it has never failed him. He is physically fast, and powerful, but his relentlessness in battle is part of the reason he has survived so many wars. He is ferocious and it was both admired and feared even by his own blood. He uses his entire being as a weapon, and mastered the ability to see spirits, of any light, not so he could escort them to the afterlife, but so he could devour them, in fact the only spirits he ever shows kindness or mercy to, are those spirits of children.

 

Weakness: He has a thick hide, but that cannot protect him from everything such as the scent of burning sage, and Aconite, particularly the Northern Blue Wolfsbane. The Sage will cause lesions that bleed and peel away his skin, and respiratory complications causing his lungs to fill with fluid, much like a human succumbing to phenomena, their lungs fill, unable to breathe. The wolfsbane is a paralyzing agent that causes his muscles to relax, and while he is completely aware of what is happening, he is unable to stop it, even at his strongest and if given in a high enough dose, it will cause neurological paralysis resulting in the inability to breathe on his own, effectively shutting his system down and causing death.  Another weakness is his ears. Though he is a predator his people realized he was not like the other children his age. Lykos was faster to react to almost any noise, when it came to training, in fact, perhaps too fast. Reapers usually have color blind sight seeing in pale shades or grey, white and black, like looking through a night vision lens, and their hearing is less than perfect, though his eyes were very sensitive to color. When bright light is shone directly in his face, it not only startles him, it hurts him, like needles in his eyes and while most consider sensitive sight a gift, he does not. Though possibly his worst weakness is his inability to relate to others, making social situations tense, or awkward so he has little to no allies or friends.

 

Outfit: He is often seen wearing the hides of animals he had hunted, the skin of plant eaters, their thick pelts good for winter, and in the fall the pale hues of brown and golden fur make him difficult to see. His wild black hair that is so long it is to the base if his tail; flows freely, shielding his face from the elements. He carries a bow and a quiver full of arrows, as well as several throwing blades at his side.

Once every year the first snow signified the birthing of his people, and he wears ceremonial robes for three days and four nights. The robe is tight to his hips and flows to the earth blocking a view of his tail and feet, symbolizing their rising from the earth and becoming what they were.The robe is black wool, with red trim; the half robe also extends to his upper arms, where it is held in place by duel silver arm bands, that extend into a crest that flows across his sternum. He wears a silver crest upon his brow, two snakes entwined around each other.

 

History: His lack of warmth even for the little the Reapers have was alarming to many, through his young childhood he was fierce and merciless when it came to training, only stopping when the other conceded. Even if he were flat on his back he would find the will power to rise up. He wanted to be in the guard like his mother, and his brother and nothing would stand in his way. Academically he surpassed many of his age, and remained in the top ranks all throughout his training. However that put him at odds in the social spotlight, and he was rejected by many of the others his age, though this never seemed to bother Lykos. When asked he said he was serious about his training and there were no times for games.  His father was a breeder, and that would be his own fate if he did not pass his training as a fighter. In his society, females were the leaders and males were the grunts, females were smarter, and quicker to make decisions, though he was trained by his own mother, so he became just a proficient. Males who did not make the cut were sent to dens to be used to their genetic material. The worse off the female the better the male she got, though his mother was a beautiful grim, so he imagined his father must be ugly. It was law that the children never meet the den males until they were of age, and that virtually never happened because quite frankly the young males didn’t care. Those who had two parents received twice the training but that did not improve their chances of moving onto the guard. It was later discovered he was neutral gendered, and he was among few with that ability and this increased his chances for leadership. Though biting another reaper of the same species, won’t do much other than cause a rash, it was strictly forbidden. It was a matter of pride and it was considered the highest insult, as deadly as the toxin is to any other living thing. Though in a onetime fit of pure blinding rage, he turned his fangs on his own kin at one point in his life and he cast the biggest insult of his people, by biting the oldest of them all. He bit his grandmother across the face, when she made the announcement that his brother would be sent to the dens. A fury, an outrage and such disrespect was unbearable to him. His brother was strong, build like him, and if his brother was to be sent to the den, surely the old hag would do the same to him. As punishment he was tied to a stake, his arms behind his back, and beaten with a Finstaf branch until he bled. Finstaf is a tree that is common in his world, similar to the weeping willow, though the long sad branches are very much alive, but instead of leaves, their long tendrils are covered in quill like needles, and the sap secreted by them, causes something similar to an acid burn. He has scars from the ordeal across his throat, chest and abdomen, a reminder that he should guard his tongue, though that didn’t seem to work considering he will and always has, said the first thing that comes to his mind. Finstaf burns can only be treated with wolfsbane, which is why it is such a punishment, the Grimm, make a numbing agent, but instead of the whipping and being done, he had an allergic reaction like none before him. Eventually he came of age, and was sent to true war. He excelled, cutting down all in his path, even his own. This was considered his most ruthless act, and he was left to die on a planet he knows nothing about. With no friends, nor family, he makes his own path, though not one he particularly enjoys. He often repeats a question his brother asked him when he last saw him almost fifty years prior, and wonders if he can change his answer.

“Why are you so vicious, Lykos?” His brother asked him.

“Because being gentle gets you in the den, right where you are now,” Said Lykos.

“Right where I am now,” Said his brother blatantly offended.  

“Being a strong warrior, is very different from becoming a great warrior. No one will remember you Lykos, when mother and I have passed, you will be alone. No one will sit around the fires telling stories of a being who was incapable of love.” At the time Lykos didn't care, what was the point of being remembered if you could not be the strongest? It was only now in the quiet moments, Lykos really began to understand what his brother meant.

What is happening with him now: He is a cast away, forbidden to return and that being said, he is constantly hunting selling his skills for equal trade in furs, or gold. 

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Juuniipurr Featured By Owner May 15, 2016  Student General Artist
Character Name: Damien Meryl
Age: Damien is 17, but sometime comes off as if he's in his early 20's.
Species: Shapeshifter/Skinwalker combo...Damien was naturally born a skinwalker (meaning in any animal form, he could still walk on two legs, but have no tail, and his eyes would remain humanly), but at around 13 started shifting into REAL animal forms, where it was impossible to tell him from an actual deer or shapeshifter. It happened, earlier though, that his skinwalker gene had worn off on him, and the shapeshifter gene set in. (More info in history.)
Gender: Agender; prefers they/them, but is commonly referred to as a male, meaning he/him. He has male genitalia (not that it matters, but the reason why he's considered male by some).
Appearance: (From top to bottom)
He has messy blue hair, styled as what people may categorize as the 'geeky emo'. His iris' are red, and the rest of his eyes remain normal, like an actual human's. He normally wears a gray sweatshirt that has purple patterns on it, mostly consisting of stripes, and is accompanied by casual khaki shorts, to about knee length. He sometimes goes barefoot, but otherwise wears flip flops. If he is in any kind of humanoid form for long periods of time, flip flops will be a necessity.
History:
    Before he was even born, or a zygote for that matter, his father had been killed. As anyone could imagine, his parents were skinwalkers, meaning mating season rolled around, and...well...after courtship, his mother had eaten him during the process. As this was normal, Meurial, his mother, never thought a thing of it. Not until, of course, Damien was born. Growing up was tougher for him, as he had no male figure to look up to in life. He had friends, sure, but none of them had fathers, either. It didn't hit his mother at the time, but he was obviously struggling with trying to figure out what gender he was, and what his genitals meant. He'd always seen his mother with the others and their daughters, all incredibly feminine. His other friends never had too much of a problem, as they were true skinwalkers, which meant they learned from other men in their community and around. Damien never had that intelligence, though, as he wasn't a full skinwalker.
    From his father's side, a shapeshifter and skinwalker had mated somewhere, possibly his grandparents, which meant his father had that shapeshifter gene. From birth to about 6 months is how long he remained a normal skinwalker, until it started fading off. By 2, he was a full on shapeshifter, without realizing it, as skinwalkers can only shift once they hit puberty. This rule remained true to him, as his mother warned that it was dangerous for per-pubescent skinwalkers to change before puberty. With that all said, he always dressed as a girl himself, and referred to himself as a 'she' or a girl. His mother took little notice to it, and always laughed at him as he came out dressed in pink. His mind remained this way until he turned 10, seeing the other boys and men were not doing what he was. Although he was disappointed in not being able to wear feminine clothing (as others deemed it as 'disgusting'), he was relieved that he finally had some masculine figures in his life to base himself off of.
    As he matured, and eventually hit puberty, his mother noticed that he wasn't a skinwalker at all, as he showed no signs of a true skinwalker, meaning his eyes were the same as whatever it was he shifted into, he had a tail, or wings, etc. in animal forms, and could not walk on hind legs in the forms that could not either. As time passed, he and his mother soon realized that he was a shapeshifter, his mother blaming his father for her 'cursed son'. She soon started blaming his father for everything 'wrong' with Damien, and pushed Damien a bit further away as he continued growing. He began blaming and punishing himself for his mother's actions, and didn't understand her outbursts of tears and fits of rage at his deceased father. He became melancholy over the years, smiling less and less each year that passed by. By 17, he was totally melancholy, and developed an uncommon characteristic. He became motherly and nurturing to close friends, often cuddling and petting those going through hard times. The cause of the development of this characteristic is mainly because it's common for shapeshifters, and because of the absence of his mother's kindness and nurturing as he grew up, he developed the need to give that to others as a replacement.
Personality: Damien, as it says in his history, is incredibly melancholy around strangers. He tends to act oblivious and unintelligent, trying to avoid people for fear of judgement and rejection, due to his abusive relationship with his mother. He's also incredibly quiet and shy around said people, and will rarely make eye contact or speak. Around friends, however, who do not have too much of a close relationship, he will open up more and begin speaking in small sentences every time it's needed. He listens a lot more and will show some signs of intelligence. The closer the person is to him, the more open he becomes, where as with life long friends (meaning friends he's had since he was going through the 'girl' phase), he is totally open and not as melancholy. He's quirky, smart, and quick tempered, also gaining the temper from his mother.
Weakness: The one thing that will overpower him regardless of the situation and who/what is involved, is guns or any other weaponry that correlates with shooting. As he has no protection against these, they will always injur him.
Weapons/Abilities: He's a shapeshifter, so he can obviously shift. He can only shift into living things, ones from the animal kingdom. The forms are inaccurate if he knows nothing about the animal, though, so he has to do very specific research on the animal in order to be able to have it's entire ability.
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Requested Class in Chatroom: Shape_Shifters
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Livey1121 Featured By Owner May 5, 2016  New Deviant Hobbyist Writer

Character Name:

Jordan Richards

 

Age:

21

 

Race:

Human

 

Gender:

Female

 

Appearance:

Jordan Richards is a young looking girl with crystal clear teal eyes and bright red hair. She has a favorite scarf that she wears all the time, even in the summer months, the scarf is a forest green color. Her hair is wavy and her eyes are generally cold, she hardly shows any emotions but she will show happiness and anger on an average level.

 

History:

Jordan has always been considered “different.” Ever since she was a child, she could sense the emotions of the people around her and she can read body language as if it is a book. She also has always had a very strange ability to read peoples past like a book with her deductive reasoning skills. Her parents died when she was six, and she had to go live with her aunt who was paranoid about the world. She was constantly bullied throughout school and she taught herself how to be hard and has used that to her advantage ever since. She is currently a detective, who is very good at her trade and is considered to be similar to “Sherlock Holmes” (not a part of the fandom, she is just referred to that because I am referred to that.) Her friends are nonexistent and she is quite self-entertained.

 

Personality:

Highly sarcastic and having poor trusting-skills, it is hard to get close to her. She is fairly social, but her sarcastic and rude remarks can sometimes drive people away from her. She is serious, but may joke every once in a while, and she is extremely cunning.

 

 

Weakness:

Her weakness is her trust issues. She doesn’t trust anyone and to win her trust takes some time.

 

Physical weakness:

She has a healed scar on the left frontal lobe that is an easy target, the skull is dented there.

 

Weapon:

Her weapon(s) vary. She can fight and shoot a gun with surprising accuracy. She can also do archery, and she is handy with a dagger or knife.

 

Requested Class:

Multi-weapons user.

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Livey1121 Featured By Owner May 5, 2016  New Deviant Hobbyist Writer

Character Name:

Jordan Richards

 

Age:

21

 

Race:

Human

 

Gender:

Female

 

Appearance:

Jordan Richards is a young looking girl with crystal clear teal eyes and bright red hair. She has a favorite scarf that she wears all the time, even in the summer months, the scarf is a forest green color. Her hair is wavy and her eyes are generally cold, she hardly shows any emotions but she will show happiness and anger on an average level. She is 5’ 7” and her face is heart shaped. She wears a dark green trench coat and a green scarf, her hair is always down, cascading in gentle curls, and she is thin and well-toned.

 

History:

Jordan has always been considered “different.” Ever since she was a child, she could sense the emotions of the people around her and she can read body language as if it is a book. She also has always had a very strange ability to read peoples past like a book with her deductive reasoning skills. Her parents died when she was six, and she had to go live with her aunt who was paranoid about the world. Her aunt taught her to fight and to use a gun. She also taught Jordan how to do archery and how to use a knife. She was constantly bullied throughout school and she taught herself how to be hard and has used that to her advantage ever since. She is currently a detective, who is very good at her trade and is considered to be similar to “Sherlock Holmes” (not a part of the fandom, she is just referred to that because I am referred to that.) Her friends are nonexistent and she is quite self-entertained.

 

Personality:

Highly sarcastic and having poor trusting-skills, it is hard to get close to her. She is fairly social, but her sarcastic and rude remarks can sometimes drive people away from her. She is serious, but may joke every once in a while, and she is extremely cunning. She has trust issues and she strongly dislikes people dissing her intellect. She enjoys tea, and she loves using her deductive skills on people.

 

 

Weakness:

She has a healed scar on the left frontal lobe that is an easy target, the skull is dented there.

 

Weapon:

Her weapon(s) vary. She can fight and shoot a gun with surprising accuracy. She can also do archery, and she is handy with a dagger or knife.

 

Requested Class:

Multi-weapons user.

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Knuxieh Featured By Owner May 1, 2016  Student Traditional Artist

Character Name: Adrianna Kilten
Age: Twenty-Four
Species: Human
Gender: Female
Appearance: Adrianna stands at 5’7, and weighs about 173 pounds. She has light-pink hair that falls to her upper thighs and has small sections in the front braided most of the time when it is let down. If she is ever concerned that it might interfere with what she’s currently doing, she takes it and braids it to one side that falls in front over one of her shoulders, though she prefers it hang over her left. Her eyes are a brilliant blue color that she herself likes to describe as if looking into the sky when it is an intense blue with little bits of clouds in it. Her outfit can vary depending on the season and her mood. Her usual staples are a pair of white knee-high leather boots that are laced and wearing a black sleeveless shirt that has the same look as a turtleneck without sleeves so she has full range of her arms when drawing her bow. She can usually be seen wearing a mint skirt that falls about an inch above her knees, sometimes with a petticoat underneath it on her days off.
History: She was raised with a really normal childhood. Her parents ran a local shop, specializing in the making of weapons. Her mother was more adept with a blade, while her father preferred to make long-range weapons like spears and bows. Being that they catered to a larger clientele of warriors, they soon grew in success. As she grew older, she began learning tips and tricks on how to make weapons from her parents, and began helping out at the shop. Learning from her parents, she has the skills to make a wide variety of weapons, but she realized she really enjoyed the workmanship that went into crafting bows.

 

As she gained more skills at her parents’ shop, she heard all kinds of amazing tales and stories of warriors from all walks of life. They told of what journey they had been on, and why they had come to the shop for repairs because of a recent quest they had been on. Even if they were coming in for repairs, they always brought news of the world that lay beyond the forest outside of town that led towards the land of the unknown. This led to her wanting to attend the local academy in the next town over to become a warrior and embark on her own adventure.

 

She would attend for four years to get a handle on how to be as prepared as she could for taking on the world outside her local town far beyond the forest. She was late getting to go, due to her mother having to take some time to get much needed bed-rest from over-working and had to help her father run the shop until her mother recovered. Now that everything is worked out and her parents are taken care of, she was able to attend the academy. Now graduated, she is looking to explore and learn even more about weapon-making and make her own mark on the world as her parents have in their own way.
Personality:  Being the daughter of local shop-keepers, Adrianna has always been outspoken and friendly towards people that she doesn’t even know. She treats everyone for the most part (unless they react negatively first) with kindness. She keeps a mostly upbeat look on life, and wears her emotions on her sleeve. She doesn’t really handle her negative emotions well, and tries her best to push them down and try to approach every situation with the best outlook possible. Her willingness to be kind to people has helped her learn how to approach different situations, and gain valuable information from vendors in towns about any quests she might have going on.
Weakness: Being that Adrianna prefers to hang back and give support from afar, and giving the element of surprise, she isn’t too great with blades or hand-to-hand combat. She keeps a rather small blade on her person, but as she doesn’t care much for swords she isn’t the best at using it to try to defend herself. Anyone with a decent amount of skill with swords could easily get the blade away from her. She keeps a small bit of powder on her person, just in case she might ever run into that situation to blow at her enemies – but they won’t totally impair her attacker, and if they were able to get a hold of her before she got to her powder she would be in trouble. Anyone who handles themselves quickly with their weapon and can close the distance between herself and them could make it so she couldn’t do much but try to put distance between them again.
Weapons/Abilities: Adrianna loves crafting her own weapons. She carries a dark spruce wood bow that has intricate markings on it. Being one for long-range combat, she also has a belt which holds just a few pouches of different powders which she could either coat her arrow tips in, or simply blow in her opponents face if they got too close for comfort. These powders could cause some temporary slight paralysis of the nerves where they come in contact with.
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Requested Class in Chatroom: Ranged_Weapon_Users

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thisisnothowIwillend Featured By Owner May 1, 2016  Hobbyist General Artist

Character Name: Jayson (Jace) Marik

Age: 19 years old

Species: Human

Gender: Male

Appearance:

Jace has shaggy ash blonde hair that reaches past his chin and frames his face. He has fair pale skin with slight tanning from occasionally going out into the sunlight. His eyes are pale green and cold towards anyone he looks at. He is slim, with little muscle definition, but he makes up for his lack of strength with coordination and using his opponent’s balance against them. He is six foot one and about one hundred seventy pounds. He is leader of a gang and is merciless when it comes to training them and executing plans for raids and supply runs for their hideout that a number of the gang lives in.

Jace wears dark colors, mostly black, a wifebeater and a pair of jeans typically, in order to hardly be seen at night, and to avoid giving any sort of vulnerable quality to himself. If people see him as an unfeeling robot, then they won’t expect any emotion of him, and he was more than happy to cater to that ideal.

History:

Jace’s beginning life seemed idealistic at first glance. His parents got along from the time he was born to the time he was five. Only for things to change as his father’s work became more demanding and the man became more volatile and hostile towards his son and wife. Jace’s mother protected Jace from most of the physical abuse that her husband assaulted them with, but she couldn’t protect him from everything, so he knew what broken skin and bones were by the time he was sixteen.

His teenage years were challenging and full of abuse and a growing hatred for his father. His mother worked three jobs while his father worked for days in an office that only proved to make him more upset and angry at everyone conveniently near him. Jace trained himself to fight and protect himself from his father, so he could return the favor by protecting his mother after everything she had done all those years. He comes home one night, seventeen years old, with a new gun, and finds his mother dead on the floor with his father towering over her. Jace reacted in a moment of shock and anger, shooting the man repeatedly until he too was on the floor, covered and bleeding out over the carpet.

In the time that Jace had learned to fight, he had also gained a group, a following of people, of kids like him. They looked to him as a leader, and as such, now that his parents were both gone, he still had a family of sorts. He promised himself and them that he’d protect them and keep them safe, and teach them to protect themselves in their own homes and situations. Two years have passed since then, and due to some unforeseen circumstances involving sleeping with the wrong person, Jace set off a chain of events of causing a rival group’s second in command to die without cause. With that death, the rival group proclaimed an all-out city-wide war.

Personality: Jace acts the same around everyone: confident, unfeeling, unemotional, and arrogant. He can protect himself and can pick fights with people others would balk at. He is socially awkward in typical, general settings such as going to the store or the gas station, but put him with his gang or with someone he’s threatening, and he’s in his element. He knows exactly what to say, what to do, how to think, to bring a person to their knees. He learned this trick whether he acknowledges it or not from his father, who knew how to play the manipulation game front and back.

Jace is headstrong, self-righteous, egotistical, and stubborn. He won’t say no to a challenge even if he could die from doing it. The more dangerous it is, the more out of control and psychotic he becomes with proving himself in the challenge. You ask him to jump in front of a truck, he’ll bolt in front of a bus. He’d stab himself with a knife just to smear the blood on someone else to put them in their place.

His emotional capacity is higher than he cared to admit. His emotions hit him at night, when he’s alone, in bed, or sleeping. In the form of tears or nightmares, visions of his mother’s dead body and killing his father keep him from sleeping soundly, if at all. He is haunted by guilt and blaming himself that he didn’t protect his mother sooner or in a better way.

Weakness: Through the years, Jace has gotten shot at, cut, punched, kicked, and all around beat up to the point where he could barely walk or move without some jolt of pain dropping him to the floor. He has a couple bullets still in his body, shards to be exact, that were never retrieved or couldn’t be retrieved, and so, his right shoulder and the left side of his ribcage always bother him. He’s used to the pain, so he doesn’t express the discomfort. He instead just stocks up on painkillers and handles it that way. He also has a loss of nerves in his right hand from a bad fight where his hand was sliced open from palm to partway down his wrist. He can’t feel his fingers, and cannot hold things very securely in that hand, as the feeling in his hand makes it seem like he has no hand at all.

Weapons/Abilities: He has a .22 semiautomatic rimfire pistol he acquired from his father’s personal safe after his death. He doesn’t like using the gun of a murderer, but he makes do with it by imagining killing his father all over again with each shot he takes with the gun. He also has a 5” stiletto switchblade from his best friend, Ethan, who committed suicide upon finding out his parents were sending him into the military to cure his homosexuality.

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Requested Class in Chatroom: Fist_Fighters

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overlycaffeinated Featured By Owner Apr 21, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
Character Name: Shara Adare
Age: 22
Species: human
Gender: female
Appearance:  
Shara has long waves of fire red hair down to the middle of her back. (This hair is natural due to her being born with certain magical abilities.) She often keeps this hair tied back and wears hat or hood to hide it as it can draw too much attention in larger towns. She stands a little short at 5 feet and 5 inches tall. Shara also has a petite frame with average breasts. Her body may be slim, but she is still a little muscular due to conditioning she put her body through to be stronger. Her face is slim as well with a pair of large striking green eyes.
History: 
Shara's mother died during childbirth so she never had the chance to meet her. From a baby until the age of four she lived with her father who never really took an interest in her. He had trouble dealing with his wife's death and almost blamed Shara for it. It was also hard for him to look at her everyday with that red hair just like her mother's. So shortly after her fourth birthday he left. He took her into town and left her at the orphanage in the largest town nearby. 
This is when Shara got lucky. She only lived in the orphanage for a short time before a young woman came in She was shy a little skittish. Her husband had died on a hunting trip a couple years prior and she was lonely. She had always wanted a child and decided to adopt. She saw Shara and her vibrant hair and immediately became attached to her. So this woman who's name was Viola took her home and treated her as if Shara were her own.
Shara didn't remember her father so she had no attachment to her real parent's. She loves Viola as her own mother and enjoyed growing up with her. Viola was a herbalist and medic and she taught Shara much of this knowledge. So as she grew Shara became more and more capable as an herbalist herself and although she did enjoy it she had a much more adventurous side as well. She found herself in trouble often in her teenage years. 
When she was young she found fire fascinating and it quickly became obvious why. Shara possessed magical abilities the strongest of which was an affinity for fire. Although Viola did not really understand magic she let Shara study it and learn to control it. Shara was always amazed by magic and wished to learn more and more. She realized she didn't know how to actually summon fire and was never capable of it so she decided to carry flint rocks with her because as long as she could create a spark she could then create and control fire.
As she grew older she often got in fights mostly due to the attention her hair drew. She was naturally capable and also trained herself to be strong although the older she got the more she tried to avoid getting in pointless fights in town. She always craved leaving her small home and the one town she knew. So she left often and went exploring. The forests were a comfortable place for her.She hunted for her family as well.
Personality: 
Shara is kind and polite in general situations, but if she is threatened or irritated that quickly goes to the wayside. She has a bit of a temper that can get her trouble. She enjoys fighting and testing her limits, but doesn't necessarily try to get into fights. She enjoys exploring and can be a bit of a loner at times as she generally travels alone. Her personality can depend a bit on who she is with as she is always caring to her mother and those close to her. So if you can get to close to her she is a loyal friend. She can be a bit sarcastic and grating at times as well.
Weakness: 
Being a human she has the weaknesses of any human. With fire magic being her main style of magic she is weak to water magic. Also wind magic can be used against her if used properly and can be a major weakness depending on circumstances. Her petite size also gives her limitations in strength and larger opponents can over power her if they completely get a hold of her and she has to way to get out of their way. Her temper can be a weaknesses as well since it can get her into fights she may not be prepared to win.
Weapons/Abilities: 
Shara generally carries a thin, but very sharp sword that was left behind by her mother. It made of a very special material that gives it the ability to become a flaming weapon when flint is struck against it and used with fire magic. This is why she always carries flint to create a spark to let her use her fire magic. Shara may also carry kunai knives in a small pouch around her thigh. The only other weapon she is know to use is a bow and arrow, but she doesn't always carry one on her.
Shara has her fire magic of course which is her strongest magic that comes naturally to her. She is capable of learning other magic, but hasn't had much of a chance to in her life. She is an adept fighter and quite quick and flexible for a human, but she does not have anything that could be considered "super" strength or speed. She is skilled with her herbs and medicine due to her upbringing.

Other: None
Requested Class in Chatroom: Multi_Weapon_Users
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Waldit Featured By Owner Apr 19, 2016

It is a quiet evening and only a few clouds move across the sky, letting the eerie moonlight shine through the trees.
However, the rays get lost in the soft, white fog that weaves its way around the ancient trunks of the trees. Somewhere in the mist and the fog is a path, covered with leaves and void of gras. Along that path walks a young girl. Her eyes large with wonder, she follows a trail of dancing lights that are more like bright shadows in the fog. She cannot tell where those lights come from, but she is not scared, more intrigued. If one has to pinpoint the look on the girl’s face, is would be called “enchanted”.
The path leads to a large, quiet pond in the middle of the great forest. The surface is as smooth as a mirrow and the fog does little to stop the moonlight and the stars from reflecting. Around the girl, the trees rustle and whisper, as if to warn her. She hears nothing of the noise, but follows the light to the quiet pond. Her eyes grow even larger at the beautiful sight in front of her as she reaches the clearing and breaks away from the last trees.
A dancing shadow across the surface turns into a soft creature of light and manifests itself into a slender woman of graceful features. The girl only stares as the creature giggles. The sound is soft, like a thousand little bells that are scattered across a field and only moved by the wind. “Welcome to my home, my lovely”, the melodic voice hums and the girl moves to the edge of the water.
“My darling, my lovely”, calls the creature and opens her arms to the girl, as if to welcome her in an embrace.
The girl steps into the water and takes a few more steps before she stops. She is not far in the icy cold water yet but her gaze seems to clear.

I wonder if the water gave her a shock. But I am so close, so close. Just a little more before you are mine. Come on , the woman thinks to herself while she keeps speaking in the softest and most trustworthy of words to lure the victim into the cold water. A small ripple breaks the surface as the girl moves again, slowly heading towards the middle of the pond. The water comes up past her knees now when she stops again.

“My dear, my darling. Will you come to me?”, the creature asks again and the girl looks at her strangely. She moves her lips and the fair woman stills, as if she is afraid that a movement will startle the girl more.

Please don’t speak, please don’t speak. Come on. Don’t speak. Words break the spell.
She does not move and watches the girl waver.
She’s wavering. Is she going to wake up to reality, wondering where she is? I want her, so bad. I need her, her feelings, her emotion, I need them.

Slowly, the creature feels more secure and starts coaxing the girl forward again. Behind the sweet voice, the screeching desire can be heard, if one listens.

The girl moves slowly, painfully slow and agonizing detached, until everything except her head is submerged. “Only a little more”, the lady whispers, sitting only a few meters away.
“Only a little more.”

And the girl takes the last few steps.  

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StarBase11 Featured By Owner Edited Apr 15, 2016  Hobbyist Filmographer
Age: 20

Name: Alfriel

Gender: Male.

Appearance: He is highly muscular, a little more bulky than anything; He has tanned skin and plenty of scars, well, majority being on his arms and the rest along his back or legs. His hair is a deep blood red with white streaks here and there, some in locks or maybe just a few strands. Though his hair has thinned out due to extreme stress he puts himself through or what others inflict upon him. His eyes, well eye. He only has one functioning eye on the right which is a bright aqua green that glows whenever his emotions spike or get out of control while the other stays sealed shut by a scar that runs through his eye and spots . Two smooth black horns that curve back and forward like a bull's above his the small notches of bone that tends to be dark brown or black above his eyebrows. His ears are long and pointed similar to and elven's, but can move, twitch or flick as a dog would. He tends to wear a lot of Japanese styled clothes from the Edo period or older. Mostly wearing outfits similar to a Gi and hakama or Jin bei. Majority of the time he'll wear a long gi with a pair of loose satin white or cream pants that only reach the knees tied up with a white belt. He is almost always barefoot. And it is a rare case he actually wears some shoes. His feet can become clawed when climbing or defending himself as well for his hands. 

History: He was a small corrupted soul sent from hell to destroy, the soul was places in the newborn of an almost dead orphan child in a small town located in a small town somewhere in Spain. Taken in the town's orphanage and raised he was the most dangerous child to the rest and adults as well, not wild by heart but highly misunderstood as something destructive as he was kept in a room locked away from others and whenever let out these children would cause a fit because of his appearance and would do anything necessary to keep him away in his room so they wouldn't have to interact with him. This cause him to grow crude and wild that he actually never came out to be. He always had good intentions that were seen as wild but never actually worked out since they were always stopped in the middle and made everything turn upside down when these good plans were unfinished. 

As he got older the way he was treated by the town got worse, constantly being looked at by a criminal and or most trying to find away to kick him out of the civilization. Accusing him of crimes that he didn't commit, or finding ways to take him in by force on purpose to make him put up a fight and play victim when he fights back so that his image is further ruined than it actually is. His personality turned worse over time and he was now what truly people would call a demon. Terrorizing people, the town, burning everything to the ground to "Show what he can really do." making him the number one most wanted for his head and ivory. He then had met a girl going by the name of Makato, she was an Ice Mage who could manipulate the cold to her will or out of thin air. She had brought a friend, a Kitsune by the name of Haruka, a Vietnamese Buddhist with great will for mankind. They both put an attempt to stop Alfriel's out of control behavior. Makato and Haru had had tricked the demon into fighting and ended up with his hands being frozen to the ground and a spell being placed into his soul, locking the evil dormant deep within him, never to be unleashed again. Alfriel was unconscious for many days as he was looked after by Makato until he awoke. And when he did, a totally different demon was there; Childish, confused, a little stubborn, maybe a lot. 

Always asking questions or when they went out for errands, he'd tend to stray away like a child and get lost, once he was found she'd always scold him coldly as she always talked to him. Overtime she grew to understand him and constantly looked after him, especially as he did for her. Months and moths they became friends and stayed that way until she started seeing him in a new light and...warmed up to him kind of, as for everyone else she stayed cold as always but to him its was a whole change. Time went by and they soon ended up creating a strong relationship that was nearly impossible to break. During nights he went out changing his identity to a crime fighting hero by the name of 'The Diablo' mainly taking down the top wanted crime before the town guard got to it and made them more motivated to help the citizens more than when they felt like it.

After awhile he was found out and started being harassed and pushed him into a dark state of mind again when he was now silent, distant and completely shut down from the outside world, barely even interacting with Makato. She grew worried for him as he was constantly catching illnesses or fevers and barely ate. But made multiple trips to the restroom during the day and more nights. Knowing he was sobbing and drowning in his own sorrow. Day after day getting worse as he was constantly attacked and threatened making him not even having the will to come out of the house.  After awhile what seemed like alittle while of hope, he had actually smiled for the first time and she was happy for his small breakthrough. Actually coaxing him to come out for a day, while they were having a great time it was short-lived as it ended when he was attacked by a large group of guard and nearly stomped to the ground when Makato stepped in and helped. They were shocked by her powerful defense and walked away with various grunts and groans of defeat. Later that day Alfriel was further upset that he had gotten in the way and went back to phase one. Makato upset with the results, she continued to watch him sink deeper. One day she ended up leaving one day without a trace, he was never told, notified or knew. Day after day he worried further and further growing into anxiety as he waited days on end. Loosing himself in his depression and insanity he did something that no one thought he'd ever do. And he was sheltered for a few months in the infirmary he had awoken and was being surrounded by old friends. Most tried to talk to him but he just pushed away and kept to himself. Now he does not come out of his home unless he actually needs to or for air.

Personality: Alfriel tends to be a generally Wild thing, goofy, hard to understand, ALWAYS hungry, ditsy and easily distracted by children, children toys or insects. He is very affectionate, kind but his kindness can be taken as too destructive or frightens people that he might destroy something if he helps. But if given the chance he can change nothing into something beautiful. Though he can be temperamental and VERY stubborn, he is a generally sweet guy. He is shy when affection is shown to him and majority of the time always grinning from ear to ear. Its rare not to see a smile on his face. But lately as read, he is very silent and locked away from human interaction.

Weaknesses: He is can be always be burned by saltwater or holy water, black sand metal and poison can kill him if not tended to immediately. When he is hit near his chest or touched by a mainly holy item and or near one he can suffer massive migraines, chest pains, and dizzy spells. Salt on his hand will cause him to speak whatever he may be hiding or keeps a secret. He also tends to have a huge phobia of nooses or execution posts and stages. If he sees one he will get flashbacks of his near death experiences. If he is on stage he will get nervous, shake and freeze. Next is the pacing in circles if he's there for more that five minutes, he'll start to apologize or scream for the host or whoever to 'Please don't pull the lever'. He is not in his right mind, and feels like he is actually there at his execution. He will try to escape at any means necessary. If he is hit in the eye, he can be dazed and fall from his senses being thrown off that can last for hours if hit hard enough.

Weapons: If angered enough his strength is heightened tenfold giving him the ability to lift ten times his body weight but will only last for a small period of time as he does not stay heated for long. His eye can be a manipulation resource if used the right way. He his highly skilled in the ways of fencing and he does not hesitate when you put a long sword in his hand. Though he never carries a weapon around, he can use his environment to his advantage as his weapon without destroying things if he is not triggered to anger.

Other: He does tend to walk away from a fight depending on his mood if provoked. 

Class Requested: Multi_Weapon_Users
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Dani-kins Featured By Owner Edited Apr 13, 2016  Hobbyist Artist
She hadn't expected this today. She was just supposed to go on a nice walk in the park to relax a bit. She had been walking a bit later than expected, so the street lights had lit up her path. Walking home in the dark streets led her to this situation. She was snagged from the sidewalk into a nearly black alleyway that seemed to swallow anything that it held.

She screamed as she was yanked into the black hole, her eyes that were adjusted to the bright streetlamps making the alley as thick as tar. Her mouth was covered with a dirty hand, and her first instinct was to bite. She did so, but her assailant simply shoved his knee into her lower back, causing her to scream again. She whimpered at the pain for a second, her mind racing. Her eyes were slowly adjusting, albeit tinged with red now from her pain. She writhed against him, feeling his hot breath against her ear. "Look at you, little ducky, all dressed up and nowhere to go," he growled. She whimpered again, acting as though she was going to play nice for the man.

He turned her around, though he didn't let go. His arm held her tight against his body, and she could have sworn she felt a sharp prick in her stomach. "Do you know what I do to little duckies like you?" he asked, his voice gruff. He smelled like cigarette smoke and rubbing alcohol, and it took all of her willpower not to wretch.

"Well, I can imagine," she muttered back, still pressing against his grip, trying to keep her safety in mind, "that it won't be anything fun." He pulled the pointed object up, and she heard a ripping sound in her blouse. Quickly, she yanked away from his grasp, trying to run away. He growled at her and pulled her hair to keep her with him, and a loud scream escaped her throat. Tears sprang to her eyes, and she felt as though her head was going to burst at this point.

"Why did you have to do that?" His voice sounded almost as though he was whining. So he wasn't only aggressive, he was very likely neurotic as well. She felt water roll down her cheek, but she held her voice steady. "What, you weren't expecting a fighter?" she asked, pulling her own hair as she turned quickly to plant her knee between his legs. The man yelled but simply shoved her against the wall, leaning back against the other.

Her shoulders and skull audibly cracked against the brick, her air leaving her body. She gasped as stars sprung to the sides of her vision, her bloodied fingers leaving streaks on her not-so-nice-now blouse. It had been ripped and drenched in blood around the collar where her nose was like a river of red from her blood pressure. Through the dark tunnels that were creeping in, she glared up at her assailant, mustering the energy she had left.

The man in front of her wore the typical aggressive-type clothing: black hoodie, black pants, black shoes. She had managed to rip the hood away from his face, and she saw that he was a middle aged white man with a scratchy looking beard. She saw the kinfe in his hand, her stomach jumping into her throat with fear. After that, she didn't care anymore. Pulling her hand up with a jerk, a jet of electricity shot from her palm, connecting with the blade in his hand.

The man yelled out as he was electrocuted, dropping the knife quickly. However, he was a bit too late. His body spasmed as his muscles contracted, forcing him to the ground. Lucinda tried to run to the light, back to the sidewalk. However, her feet were a bit clumsy. She slid her hand across the brick as she steadied herself, trying hard to fumble for her phone in her other pocket and get to the sidewalk all at once. She dialed the only number she could think of, holding the now bloody phone to her ear.

"This is 911, what is your emergency?"
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Derpyace Featured By Owner Edited Apr 11, 2016   General Artist
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Mixxylicious Featured By Owner Edited Apr 7, 2016  New Deviant Student Digital Artist

Character Name: Mix Scratch (Mixxy)


Age: 24 but keeps claiming shes 21


Species: Half human Half vampire


Gender: Female


Appearance:

Mixxy has pale skin with sky blue eyes. She has long, emerald hair and preferably keeps it in a ponytail. Around 80% of the time, she wears purple shades with a red frame and a white shirt with a vinyl record picture on her chest, she also prefers using shorts over anything else. Mixxy has a pretty lean body. She never dresses up for anything special unless it’s a formal event. Preferably, she wears a tux over a dress. Regarding her everyday attire, including days when she’s involved with fights, she always wears a jacket over her outfit. Because Mixxy is a HALF-vampire, she has retractable fangs that help conceal her identity. But when she craves blood lust, her fangs pop out.


History: As a child, Mixxy lived a decent life. One day, as she was taking a stroll around the city, she had just passed a nuclear power plant when it exploded. Miraculously, she survived but was barely alive with all her limbs gone and half her torso destroyed. Fortunately on happenstance, there was a friendly vampire was walking around who witnessed the child’s near-death experience, and had helped her. The vampire collected limbs off of various deceased bodies around Mix, and used her blood to attach the new limbs to her. Not only had this process neutralized and modified these limbs to adapt in accordance to Mix’s body and skin type, but she had also attained a number of vampiric powers.


When Mixxy headed home to check on her parents, she had found out that her parents were caught in the explosion and had died. Given her current state as an orphan, the vampire adopted had taken her under her guidance and raised her like a sister. The vampire prefered a quiet and peaceful life, and luckily for Mixxy, that was their life for majority of the time. Apparently, the vampire had owned a nightclub called “Limelight.” From there, Mixxy had learned her trade to DJ, and later had inherited the club.


As she was growing up, Mixxy was taught how to defend herself if put in any life-threatening situation. She was taught how to fist fight properly, followed by how to use and master her powers. Under her circumstance, she grew up to be a tomboy and also tried to maintain her act in front of everyone.


Being half a vampire only also means she does not have immortality, she can eventually die of old age.



Personality:  Mixxy is a very outgoing person, spontaneous, and is an alcoholic due to working in Limelight. She also has a very fun personality and likes to fool around quite a lot, and because of that she rarely takes anything seriously, especially fights. She is a big flirt, and really likes flirting with both girls and guys. Due to most of Mix's powers, she has become quite cocky. Almost always, she underestimates her opponents and is never serious during battles. Once she starts losing in a battle, she starts to panic, and does not think before she acts, which can lead to dangerous situations. Mixxy unaffected by sunlight, but personally doesn't like it. Regarding her diet, she eats normal meals every day. But every now and then, she craves for blood but doesn’t necessarily depend on it to survive.Mixxy never really liked the idea of drinking blood. But when her bloodlust takes over and she gives in, she becomes very depressed and refuses to talk to others for about a day. This has been a constant and recurring behavior ever since she was a child.


Weapons/Abilities: Mix has enhanced power and speed. She can lift an entire truck with one hand, and can run about 150 miles an hour at optimum speed. She also has the ability to heal very quickly. However, she is in NOT as strong as a full fledged vampire and cannot fight one even if she tried, with the exception of assistance from others. Mix cannot wield weapons for its redundance compared to her immense strength. For fighting styles, Mixxy prefers to fight silently with an element of surprise, and strikes without warning. But if they discover her presence, then she just fights head on.



Weakness: she is EXTREMELY weak to poison, and will shut down her healing abilities. Mixxy CANNOT use any melee weapons, due to her immense strength as exemplified when she swings and breaks weapons. She also does not like to use guns due to the loud noise it makes... this prevents her from fighting anything relating to armed trajectories, magic, or ranged attacks. At most, she can counter long-ranged attacks by launching objects at enemies. Finally, whenever Mixxy uses her healing abilities, it slowly drains her stamina to the point of exhaustion, and leaves her very vulnerable to counter attacks. Mixxy is not directly affected by sunlight in anyway, she just dislikes it in general, which is why she always uses shades.

Requested class in chatroom: Fist_Fighters
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MidnightYT Featured By Owner Edited Apr 1, 2016
Character Name: Heren Wanderer (Nickname: Echo)
Age: Age via Appearance: Unclear. Actual Age: Around 15.
Species: Hybrid of a Fox and Rabbit.
Gender: Male.
Appearance: Heren is rather short, coming in around 4"2' when standing upright due to genetic alterations and adaptations. His fur is a lightish gray, with a few areas where a tint of orange is lightly visible, and his eyes being a calming green that has a "radioactive" glow. Heren bears Rabbit ears, a Fox tail, the mouth shape of a Rabbit, and Rabbit paws, but with short claws on the forepaws. Normal attire includes basic, regular clothes that a human would wear, being sized down to fit, and a utility belt. No footwear or headwear is worn, aside glasses due to vision impairment during testing. He always stands upright unless necessary to not do so. He always keeps a case full of spare clothes somewhere on him, whether it be in a backpack or small, easy-to-carry suitcase.
History: Heren Wanderer wasn't always called Heren, or Echo. Echo started as a regular Rabbit, living in a Zoo, being born in captivity. However, it was clear that as years went by, Heren became much less mobile day by day, zookeepers deeming him unfit to stay in his habitat. Local researchers figured they could use this Rabbit in particular due to its condition. In the midst of research being done using him, a brand-new company under the label "Z-Tech" bought this test subject from the researchers. They took this subject into a containment center at one of their laboratories. The workers for "Z-Tech" used several chemicals on this subject, along with small samples of Fox DNA and growth hormones. Their original intent was to inbreed the two unlike species together and grow it in size for unique and new creatures to put out on display. Of course, this was the perfect test subject, as they could also cure the Rabbit's disabilities. More and more tests were made, and it grew bigger, and began to grow fox-like features. During the testing, one of the researchers went into its containment center and talked to another researcher through a walki-talki, Heren having first touch with language. Just as the researcher was about to leave, Heren said a single word: "Home." While slightly intangible, it was understandable and more research was put into this aspect alone. Over several years, Heren learned more speech slowly, and started growing anthropomorphic. Since he began to grow more human-like in the way he acted, he was outfitted accordingly, with simple clothes from your every-day market or store (it varied, as he was an unusual clothing size), mostly consisting of white or gray shirts and typical blue jeans. Of course, among the facility, there were many armed forces to protect their information, as it was classified and not to be leaked to the public. He was allowed to view some every-day human activities and technologies, such as older movies played via VHS, weapons training for new recruits in the armed forces of the facility, and lastly, -- even though he wasn't exactly allowed to, -- he would watch some researchers in their off-time using their computers and phones, giving him basic understanding of modern technology. "Z-Tech" eventually lost funds and was forced to shut down, due to the excessively expensive budget required to do their research, while knowledge of Heren was denied. After this facility and all the others were shut down, Heren was originally intended to be disposed accordingly (how was never stated), but a certain researcher, whom was in charge of getting rid of him, instead set him out to the outside world, where he then disappeared for "safety reasons"; among the researchers, only this one gave him a name, which is the one Heren stuck to. Heren is still looking about for this researcher to the date, whose name he never learned.
Personality: Heren is not a very talkative one, but when talking, he shows signs of understanding, and always has a solid response. He shows little fear to what lay ahead of him, no matter how dangerous it is. Regardless of this, he is easily emotionally overwhelmed. He only shows respect to those who he deems deserving of it. He shows great interest in firearms, but also music on the side, wanting to take lessons on an instrument after he is fully adapted to using his forepaws. He doesn't show any real interest in either gender, unless they are intellective.
Weakness: Heren bears almost all mortal weaknesses, as here are no abilities that he has (unless you count exceptional social performance). Mainly, he is weak to fire, due to his fur, and water, which will cling to the fur he has.
Weapons/Abilities: At the time being, his only weapon is his claws; he is working up the money to get a weapon's permit and learn how to use them.
Other: Heren is not easily able to walk about streets, since most of the public get scared upon seeing him or get concerned of his mere existence. He has an even worse reputation with the government, as he's supposed to have been "eradicated" with the "Z-Tech" facilities. Currently, there's a certain veterinarian that's shown interest in him and allows him to stay with her under the condition he stay away from public and that she may do experiments once or twice weekly in private.
Requested Class in Chatroom: Non_Fighters.
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EdibleShoes Featured By Owner Edited Mar 31, 2016

{{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. These posts must be done IN THIRD PERSON.  }}

Rosemary looked out upon the vista contemplating why she was bored. Over a slight hill she saw a group of young adults chatting, one of them - a disheveled fellow pushed the shorter of the group with a playful look on his face, "I bet you one half penny Firth cant kick the ball ..." 

The young man  of vagrant nature looked over in Rosemary's direction and rubbed his nose as if ready to start a fight, "Where that brunette is - Can't miss her, looks like a land mine!" To which his audience 'OOHED' at the challenge put forth. Firth, who was looking at his shoes, sharply inhaled and squinted to where his companion was directing. "Raise the stakes, I wouldn't want to retrieve the ball anywhere near that..Wild child. Who knows what diseases 'ITS' carrying."

Oblivious to the exchange Rosemary returned to her backpack that was positioned under her skirt and between her feet,  "Feel like I'm going to need a weapon suddenly." Muttering to herself she begins to dig into the bag, pulling out parts of a shaft, her glasses, hair clip and chain-linked rope. "Maybe my boredom will be fixed if I maim someone! Oh thats a mood changer, I feel a sudden pep in my step!." After a rummaging and short conversation with herself, Rosemary regained her upright stance with a loud crack of her back. "Lordy! I'm not THAT old." She says to the bees bumbling past. "Aww so bumbly...and large..." Taking a couple steps is what a more agile person would have done - but poor Rosemary stumbled greatly in her efforts to avoid the bumble bee, knotted hair getting more knotted in her assortment of strange jewelry, "Maybe maiming is off the menu..."

At this point Firth, the shortest of the group of young adults was readying to kick a soccer ball in Rosemary's direction. His friends taunting behind him all stopped laughing and suddenly got quiet once the 'Hippie goalie' tumbled over herself.

"She's not moving" Said a female.
"Look at those scrawny miss matched stockings!" Said another female.
"Forget the stockings - I just want to stab my eyes out!"

Oh my oh my..What did that poor fellow see? 


((Is that good enough?))</sub>

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MrLivid Featured By Owner Mar 31, 2016

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*And yet, another beautiful morning within the country side. The animals are waking for their next day upon our beautiful planet earth. The village folk just down the road from the forest are preparing their working day within the bustling market place. From all around, you could smell the faint smell of fresh fruits and meats from the venders and even freshly crafted metal work from the black smith just down the road. Although this was the age of modernization and technology for these young people, there were countries out there that didn’t follow the bustle of electronics and only wished for a simple time. A time where man was one with nature a-||| AAuh! Stop runnin, will ya!? I just wan’t to say Hi!-||| Wh- Huh? What was…? A- Anyway, the town was bustling with people, which…now appeared to be running away? What’s going on? This doesn’t seem right…Wait, who’s that over there-|||

Vender: N-No! Stay back! {}He was holding some kind of sign. It looked like a golden…T? What’s that for?{}

*What- Who’s talking?*

Porta: Oh, come on man! I just wanted to know where the pub i- {}Before I could finish my sentence, that dang cuck of a market vender threw a fish at me and ran off with all the other venders!...The NERVE of those people!{}

Vender: Help me! DEMON! THERE IS A DEMON IN THE MARKET!

*W- Wait a minute, who are you!? How are you doing that? That’s my job!*

{} People within the town’s shopping center went into a screeching panic. Some of the goody shopper guys and gals went out RUNNIN like they saw something freaky freaky up in there, dropping fruits and itty bitty trinkets like rain from the sky. Some of the shopping people just stood there in awe of something, as if they were either coming to terms with their assumed fate or they were just to MEZ-MO-RIZED just to get outta there. What’s causin all this attention in such a calm little place? Well, that would be me.

My name is Portabonnaco, and uh…I’m not a normal ol boy. I was just walking through that little market, wearing my new black suit with a purple tie (that just fabulously matches my aura), browsing and peepin around. I didn’t really mean to frighten anyone. I don’t expect EVERYONE to just accept a guy walkin around with a purple flaming skull for a head. Its not exactly a regular occurrence to run into someone like me…compared to all the crazy demons, werewolves, and wiggly ghoulies you can find under the kitchen wash bowl…{}

*Okay, Look! Stop talking over me and answer me! Who are you, and why are you messing with my narration!?*
{} Huh? Oh, I’m Portabonnaco.{}
*YES, I KNOW! How are you  controlling my narration!? You’re not a narrator!*
{}Oh, and uh, sorreh there bud. I’m fate-less. I don’t follow YOUR narrative. I follow my own, or the one I uh…accidentally caused. Out of your control, bud! {}
*Fateless? What do you mean fa-Oh No! No no no, that is NOT an option! You can’t just do that! You hear me?! I’m the narrato-|||

Now, don’t get me wrong, I am no spirit of the dead or anythin like that. I was always like this since I was first created. You see, I was created to be something important…I can’t exactly remember what it WAS since god decided to stop working on me. My aura is off the charts, and is what keeps me alive today. Without it, I’d of died a LOOoOoOOng time ago. Good thing I ain’t planning on losing my ego any time soon!...Though, sometimes I wish I had a face to show off. Kind of sucks when people just run away from ya like that.  I mean, come on, people! I've been around since humans were just little worms! I've fought creatures that could kill anyone, and acted like a shield every time to the people I like! They STILL end up running away. Yes, I get it I can be intimidating or that I'm fast enough to run cross the whole planet in under a few...minutes? That's what they are called, right? ANANANAN I don't care! Even if my power is weird and just makes people convulse on the ground! I still want to be good to people! It gives me a reason to even be around on this stupid plane- Oh! Uh…ahah. Hold on. Guards are coming just around the corner. Theeeeeey are decked with some swords and hammers. They don’t look happy neither. This isn’t good.{}

*This shouldn’t be HAPPENING!!*

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MyshariTaliaandKris Featured By Owner Mar 29, 2016
Character Name: Myshari Nikio
Age: 21 looks 15
Species: Ice pixie
Gender: Male
Appearance:He has White hair and green eyes, with skin as pale as the moon. He wears no shirt but a pair of blue shorts. He stands Five foot three and weights 120 pounds. His hair hangs to his mid back. His body is very well toned how ever feminine.

History: He is your every day gay Ice pixie. naturally he is a happy soul seeking nothing but trouble until a dragon can tame him. The boy is simple and kind. Just out to have fun. his parents are high Pixies that don't approve of his life style yet they still love him. He seeks no Lover. Just a one night stand.

 
Personality: He is what one would call a hyperactive child. He is fun loving but sensitive to others needs. You can't go wrong by him but if you manage to he is an instant teary mess.
Weakness:
His weakness is Fire and electricity. He is venerable to magica attacks just as he can deal them.
Weapons/Abilities: he has a staff made of pure quartz and a bow made of maple, both are enchanted with ice casting.

Other: HE IS GAY no female playmates please. He is also Bottom, UKE, or the receiver. He is not dominant at all.
Requested Class in Chatroom: Spell_Casters,
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secondJax Featured By Owner Mar 21, 2016  Hobbyist

Character Name: SERA
Age: 15
Species: Cyborg
Gender: Male
Appearance: SERA is an old prototype designed to primarily function as a junkyard servo. His appearance is akin to a black humanoid formed by black cables, pieces of steel on his chest, elbows, hands and lower body, and for his head something similar to a human’s head but far simpler, looking more like a helmet. Two glowing white eyes work as his vision but he bears no other humanly feature on his face, and lastly in the center of his chest is a round device that glows in a bright blue.

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History: As stated, SERA used to be a junkyard servo, meaning that his role was to recollect scraps and recycle them utilizing his internal system, and use that to fuel his own being to continue working. He was to continue turning metal into fuel and self-sufficiently work forever, but it changed when a war broke out. His simple goal changed when one of his directives programmed into his mind activated, and he protected a family from being attacked by enemy soldiers. With that act, his primitive system evolved and he began to process information with a conscience of his own. It is said that the man who created SERA slipped something extra into his robotic brain, and it was actually an advanced artificial intelligence program that acted as a human mind.

He also discovered that his simple structure provided a very strong body, as he could withstand heavy fire and strong falls during the war and suffer little damage. He was eventually recruited by a group of mercenaries who provided him quality minerals and steels for him to recharge with.

The war came to an end 5 years afterwards, and the mercenaries went each to their own. Lost without a purpose, the former warring robot started to look for a new goal. He began to understand human nature instead of just trying to protect men and women like objects, and he found out that by wandering the lands he could meet all sorts of people and gather all sort of new intellect. It was a plus that he could find new materials to analyze with his newfound function inside his body.

Personality: SERA is a very curious robot. He always looks forward to unknown events and cherishes the ability to live. He sees life as the ultimate gift destiny gave everyone, and that preserving it meant to accept that beautiful gift. He works hard to keep everyone’s lives a better one, and in the process he seeks out knowledge about the world around him that he never knew about.

His age dates 15 years, but he bears the typical robotic way of thinking. He is a little too linear, but always tries to do the right thing, which sometimes he struggles to understand. He does not share the same intellectual level as a 15 year old teenager, and he has the comprehension of an adult human, but he is too innocent and is fooled when mislead.

SERA prefers peace over chaos, and is often seen interacting with nature or looking at people and trying to learn more.


Weakness: SERA is weak against magic of all kinds, and even though he is strong against physical impact or heat and cold, extreme amounts are still enough to kill him. If he were to be struck with fire and then cooled, his hardened steel would lose strength and also decay, which will easily lead to his demise. When combining heat and physical impact, it weakens his steel just like any other, and renders him vulnerable to the physical injury. 

EMP waves also will temporarily shut him down, and he is very heavy, meaning that if he were to be thrown into the water, there would be little way to save him. He is also slow and predictable as he lacks flexibility.

Albeit he can absorb materials with his chest, it’s just a device that dematerializes things when put in it. He can’t fire anything from that and it’s even a weakness since it’s exposed (but it’s durable still) and if SERA were to insert something bad for him, it would reach his internal system very quickly and destroy him.


Weapons/Abilities: SERA is not very offensive in terms of combat (or life), and his primary trait is his great durability. He can lift great weights with his robotic arms for a decent amount of time, but he lacks the speed to normally land a punch.

His other trait is the ability to use his computer brain to process information very quickly, determining the chances of events and other factors in the blink of an eye. But of course he can’t process the information with the sight of a human.

His last and best trait is the ability to absorb strange materials into his body and repair himself and even further strengthen his computer for a while. Also it lets him analyze terrain with the dirt.

Being a robot also lets SERA absorb electricity with ease and even use it to his favor. He can also use a remote hacking system to unlock simple doors or devices, but they have to be simple as stated. A good security system can easily prevent this.

SERA can use weaponry of any kind and learn fast by looking at others, but he has always preferred brute forcing enemies who look to attack his allies.

Requested Class in Chatroom:  Fist_Fighters

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KrazyKatKitten Featured By Owner Edited Feb 22, 2016  Hobbyist General Artist
Character Name: Krystella Katrianna Nickname: Kat

Age:24

Race: Neko

Gender: Female

Appearance: Kat is a small girl, standing at only four feet and nine inches. She'd be seen as 'innocent' in most peoples' eyes. Kat also had soft and small hands with clean cut fingernails.  Her soft brown curly hair drapes beautifully around her beautiful snow white cat ears and over her shoulders and down her back.  She has a very light skin color with small brown freckles on her rosy cheeks and surrounding her deep ocean blue eyes. She has a very small  body shape, except her legs are alittle chunky and her bottom and bust is small but, round and perky. Kat has a big, fluffy, soft, and breathlessly beautiful snow white tail.

History: Kat had a pretty ok child hood. She was home schooled and sheltered by her parents until her 5th birthday, on that day her parents died due to some debts her parents couldn't afford to pay back. The killers left Kat in the home to die, but her grandmother found Kat crying over her mother(who was covered in band-aids, because Kat tried to "fix" her mothers "Boo-Boo's). Kats Grandmother took custody of kat, she went to public school for the first time and Kat made friends easily. Most people were drawn to her kinda heart and her good aura that surrounded her. As Kat grew older, she had a talent for Painting and singing. She also got a job baby sitting at a day care because she had a mother like instinct to most small children. when she grew out of that job she went on to being a Care Giver at a local old folks home. At the age of 18, Kats grandmother passed away from a heart attack, and Kat couldnt stay in her grandmothers home, so she cleaned the house and sold the house to another family. She saved the money from the house and her grandmothers life savings in the bank and she uses a card when needed. Currently, Kat carries a purple back pack with her essentials, her camera, and painting supplies. she carries her Guitar as she travels around to see new people and things.


Personality:  Kat is like a small not harmful fire cracker, she likes to think shes tough and she can handle herself, but truely she is pretty frail and needs help alot, because she so clumsy. Kat loves to take pictures and paint the photos in her own creative way. She is very Kind to everyone and Is very easy to like. Kat is a very Happy and excited person but sometimes when Kat feels sad or alone, she sings a song her mother used to sing to her when she would cry. She does amazing in social settings and is a very out going person. Kat also gets angry sometimes but, she no threat to anyone, the most she will do is pout and if shes really angry she will yell and cry alittle. But its very easy to cheer her up, with a hug or saying everything will be ok and ect. Kat is very shy about her voice, painting, and her guitar skills. Kats favorite things: Ice Cream, Cupcakes, Sushi, and her little cat plushie (named: Jake) Kat also fears being hurt by Dogs, wolfs,.. ect. Lastly, Kat has a very soft spot for taller guys, she gets filled with joy when she sees them and she will do almost anything they tell her to.

Weakness:(normal Human Weaknesses) 



Weapon: Kat isnt a fighter at all, but if she needs to protect herself from a hostile being, she uses the sharp blade hidden in her right boot. she also has a handy and temporary paralizing taser inside her backpack for night time travels.

Requested Class: Non_Fighters

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PrincessXaxias Featured By Owner Edited Feb 22, 2016  Student Artist
Age: She is Immortal but has the physical age of 19, She dose however look about 14
Character Name: Hisako Ogami
Species: Demon
Gender: Female
Appearance: She stands at a height of 4 feet 10 inches. She has long black hair that reaches the back of her knees, it's straight cut and so are her bangs. On both sides of her face she has little tufts of thin black hair that are longer than her bangs and reach to the beginning of her neck. Hisako is a petite girl weighing in at 100lbs, and has a mostly flat chest. Her eyes are a florecent red and glow when she is provoked, or angered. She has a natural mean looking face and her kanines are slightly sharper then the rest of her teeth. She has a thin face and her eyes are narrow. She is vicious but appears very..adorable. Hisako usually wears an old uniform with a pleated black skirt and a white button up blouse and a thin red string tied to her neck in a bow. She usually wears knee high white socks and black buckle up shoes with a little heel. She has fair/pale skin no scars, tattoos or birthmarks. 
History: Hisako's Mother Atashi Ogami gave birth to her many many years ago, in the mid 1800's. Hisako's father had been out of the picture long before this moment. He passed away from the inability to pay for the proper treatment to his illness. Fourtunately Hisako never had to deal with the pain of that..yet. Weeks later the preist had heard rumor that Atashi was giving birth to an unholy child. There were mobs after them and they had to live in seclusion, also being on the run 24/7. Hisako grew up with her mother till age 9. Atashi began to notice signs from Hisako from even a young age. The pentagrams she would sketch at age 5 an up the talking to things that weren't there, the biggest thing was on Hisako's 8th birthday she somehow emmited a small red glowing ball in her hands. Nothing happened because she had no idea how to use it or what "It" even was. Atashi decided she would share what knowlage she did have about evil things with Hisako and Between those years (Given that her mother was a practicer at dark magic) she taught Hisako everything she needed to know about how to use her powers to her own advantage,, unfourtunately also that age The mobs were getting more persistant. The moves they had to make went from once every couple of months to once every week. The expenses of all of the running left the family of 2 very poor. Atashi took the young Hisako to, Atashi's sisters to keep her safe. Atashi was a poor woman, but her sister Mikami was filthy rich and lived in a big castle like mansion. A very creepy gothic looking place. Over the months of staying with her aunt Hisako lost contact with her mother. A few months went by and Atashi was finally found and murdered by the mob. Mikami was so afraid that they would come take Hisako that she took her to a witch. The witch put a spell on Hisako that she would not physically age past 19. Later that night Atashi put some erbs and said a chant or something that would put Hisako into a deep sleep for a very long time. After the drug had hit Hisako she carried her to her bed and built a wooden box around it placing it in the basement. 2 milleniums later, construction found the box and a shooken up Hisako. They rushed her to the hosptal immedeately thinking that this was reccent and an attempt to murder the young girl. It took Hisako months to get used of her new body and the way things are in this new world. She however adapted quickly and moved into a small apartment by herself shortly after doing so. She now attends a local college and has her aunts fortune in a safe in her apartment..a few safes. 
Personality: Hisako is a very serious girl. She dosen't laugh or smile often and she has two personalities. One is kind and normal,, while the other is violent mean and malicious. She takes well to other people but has little tolerance for ignorance or stupidity. In some senses you could say that she's a bitch. But she's adorable so it's okay right?
Weaknesses: Holy objects (Crosses, Bible, Holy water ect.), Anyone she cares about
Weapons/Abilities: Hisako owns a Scythe that comes from the ground when a certain chant/spell is spoken by her. She has the ability to call upon the underworld for help durring combat that means (Skeletons, Hell hounds, Phantoms ect.)
Other: N/A
Requested Class in Chatroom: Long_Weapon_Users
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jmac32here Featured By Owner Feb 16, 2016
Character Name: Drako Swiftclw

Age: 31

Race: Feline-Dragon

Gender: Male

Appearance:
The first thing you may notice about this creature before you is his decently sized black leathery dragon wings. He flutters them a bit as he notices your glance, his deep hazel eyes having a playful glint in them as he smiles warmly.

This creature, seemingly mostly feline with black silky fur along his body stands at about 5' 3" tall. He turns to face you a bit, his eyes seeming to pierce into your soul as you cannot help but notice the horns atop his head. White fur lining them, except for the tip, where it consists of what looks like white bone. He had two feline ears on the outsides of those horns atop his head. His right ear had a piercing with a small hoop in it.

His face features three white stripes, along with a white chin and neck. He smiles and purrs softly. He has a dual layer pink/black leather collar lined with royal blue fur around his neck.

There are 3 Tags on his collar.
The first, a bone shaped tag on his collar reads:
"Drako Swiftclaw
Tabby-mewtwo-dragon Hybrid
Switch"
The second, a heart shaped tag reads:
"Mated to Shadow" on the front and:
"Zion Wulfspau's Pet" on the back.
The third, a round tag with a paw print on the back reads:
"ViperONE
795772195
MPX Section 9"

From there, you can notice the white fur continuing down his chest and belly. He is usually clad in either his black silk loincloth, a pair of underwear, a diaper, and/or a blue fleece onesie. The loincloth only covered his groin area.

His legs are nicely built, black silky fur, like the rest of him, with white stripes along his legs. His digitigrade feline feet were covered in that black silky fur. The pads on his paws were pink.
However, he also owns a pair of hoof leggings, which he would allow others to fit him if they desired to.

He turns to let you eye his tail and back, the most notable part being that the underside of his tail consists of white scales. The rest of his tail his black furred with white stripes all the way to its tip. The tip of his tail is unique, instead of being a tuft of fur, it seems more like a bulb of flesh covered in short white fur. His back carries the same markings all the way up to his head. Leaving his arms again with the white stripes on black fur. His paws completely black furred, aide the pink pawpads.

Connecting the top of his back and the back of his head seems to be some sort of odd tubing. It is covered in black fur, which becomes more obvious along the white headfur. This artery tube being one of the few traits that can be seen of his mewtwo side. He seems cautious in regards to that sensitive spot and turns back to face you once more.

His tail constantly emits trace amounts of pheromones, which can be picked up at close range or with an extra sensitive nose. When in heat, this hybrid's tail will emit a stronger floral smelling form of pheromones, which can be quite alluring. He also tends to snack on more fruit and chocolate during this time.

If you were to move closer, you could catch a light scent of roses and chamomile, with a hint of berries. It was a pleasant scent, considering this feline loves to stay clean.

History:
Drako was created and raised up by a military unit.  He was initially trained to be a stone cold killer, and the enhancements given to him - including his pshycic abilities - were all focused on this factor.  However, he was considered a failure when he began showing signs of a concience and refusing to obey certain orders.  He was given help from an old dragon spirit, granting him the dragon hybrid status, in his escape from that unit.  Since then, he has been a support strutcture and a lover for many.

While he is no longer actively in the military unit.  That unit created the Military Property Exchange Program (MPX).  This program has him assigned as an officer for a federally funded international law enforcement agency.

Personality:
He is extremely friendly and almost constantly flirtatious. He likes making friends and enjoys the company and affections of others. He does have his own odd streak, but also has a very big heart. He would protect his friends with his life, and remains loyal to them.

While his physical traits are that of his full age, he has mental age regression. This gives him a cub like personality and mentality, even though he is grown and fully aware of all the 'trouble' he gets himself into. For this reason, he openly considers himself a babyfur kitten. That being said, he is comfortable wearing diapers and using pacifiers and bottles, like any cub would. Those who are close to him may also be allowed to pad him up and/or make him use pacifiers and bottles. Since he is into WS, he can comfortably wet his padding, but cannot (and refuses to) mess it. Even with this condition, it is not a major aspect of his life, and he isn't always doing any of the cubby stuff.

Weakness: Snuggles and other pshycics.  Also, his artery tube contains his nerve plexis.  Enough pressure to that tube, which connects from the back of his head to the top of his back, could render him paralyzed or unconcous.

Weapon: He typically doesn't carry more than a standard pocket knife.  However, he owns an Armor Control Unit, or ACU for short.  The ACU comes with a full shield and weapos array, along with shield regenerators.  It may be difficult to get past the sheilds with the regnerators, but it is not impossible.  The unit can automatically activate if his primary systems sense that he is in danger.  He has phazer based weapons and four warhead boxes available to him through the ACU.  The ACU also has an AIME unit and a recon flyer system.

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Hamera Featured By Owner Edited Feb 15, 2016  Student Artisan Crafter
Character Name:  Niki Paintrose

Age:
2874 years 

Species: 
Half vampire, half succubus (A hybrid demon with a mix of a vampire and a succubus)

Gender:
Female

Appearance:
She is 1m65 tall and is pretty skinny but is stronger then she looks. Looks like a 28 year old woman (the age she died). She has long orange hair with green eyes and a pale skin. Has 2 scars on her right cheek from an fight long ago and has a demon tail. Wears a dark red top with a blach long jacket and jeans with brown shoes and wears a black key with black wings as a necklace (the key is the access to her most beloved treaure).

History:
 She was born in the Middle ages and lived as a knight for the king in Scotland. Loved by everyone she protected the kingdom against demons and dragons. She lived there with her parents and her twin sister Serina. She was a kind person who wanted to help everyone. Even tho she's a skinny person Niki knows a lot about swords and fighting. She was never as strong as most of the others she mostly used her size and flexibility to defend herself against the enemies. 

After an attack of demons on the kingdom she was bitten and raped by a vampire and an incubus at the same time. But she defeated the 2 demons but too late. Shie died and changed into a hybrid demon. The whole kingdom suddenly hated her and wanted to kill her and her family (who were humans btw). Her parents were burned alive and her twin sister was shot by an arrow. In pure rage Niki killed the whole kingdom and ran away.

Years went by and Niki travels around the world looking for a place to stay. In her journey she comes accross a blue talking cat named Morphious. He says to her that he knows a place where Niki can stay. Its an abandoned castle in the middle of the forest nearby a village. The villagers never go in the forest because it's haunted by unnatural monsters that lives of killing. But they never attack other unnatural creatures just like demons. The cat would lead the way on one condition. That he can live with her in the castle and live in a life of a normal cat.

Niki accept the offer and goes in the forest. In the forest they come across some terrifying creatures. Deeper in the forest the path is blocked by a huge fence. The castle is right behind the strong fence. The climb over the fence and enter the castle. There She still lives from this day on. Alone with Morphious and hated by the outside world that will kill all demons. Those who comes too close she will take down, drink there blood and uses their skulls as walldecoration in her basement.

Personality: 
Is not very sociale toward others. She is a bit like an anti hero. She is a bit evil but will help out the good if she gets something for it in return. She always looks serious but still has that kind hearted moments. She is quickly conserned if one of her friends got hurt but will not show it. 

Weakness: 
Has a fear of dragons. Whenever someone says family or anything like that she gets a bit depressed. She can't iceskate. She is weak against Holy water, werewolfclaws and s
he has to drink every day a glass of blood and a sip of semen to control her lust or else she will go hunting for food. Niki is ashamed of the last one and call it her medicin.

Weapons/Abilities: 
She has a sword with a golden snake on the handle. The sword can turn into an electric steel whip. She also has powers of her own. Her favorite is dark energy ball. It looks like a black/red shadow ball with a deadly impact. She also can do 'Love curse'. It's a bit like hypnotyse but the victim becomes in love with her and when they are out of the curse they will think the just dreamed about it. She can also fly with her wings that can appear and dissapear whenever she wants. The strongest attack is taking life energy. Because of her hybrid nature she can not only drain blood but also life energy from her enemies. The enemies becomes weaker for a while and vulnerable for Niki. But she can use the attack only twice a day. If she uses it too much she'll take her own energy and she will be weaker too. That's why she uses it when she's surrounded by too many at the same time. Whenever she's going to fight her fangs come out and her eyes change red. 

Other: 


Requested Class in Chatroom: 
Long_Weapon_Users 
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Redead-ITA Featured By Owner Edited Feb 13, 2016  Hobbyist General Artist
Character Name: Redead
Age: 24
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Appearance: Colored all red with glowing eyes and mounth
History: Originaly a human Was forced in the age 20 to go be an experiment for science, Aldo the experiment that Red was make part of turn him into the "as apearence says" Red Dude during an explosion, after that his mind guided him into a weird tube "that looks like a raised Sewer Entrance" and as is mind guided him to go there and touch a generator that Weirdly enough summoned 8 people that are very simmilar to him and gained a job *also his mind dont talk to him anymore* 
Personality: He is a very friendly person even do some people tries to kill him he would just say this: "DUDE you do know that im invincible?" he is very impatient sometimes and he does have hate for some people he likes video games, comics, food and company also breaks the 4th wall
Weakness: Every type of attack just push him, he can be trapped very easily, as a shopkeeper he as a lot of time doing bisness than having free time for himself and he cant spend so much money
Weapons/Abilities: Hes invincible (he can swich the invincibility on and off) he can summon weapons (BUT he mostly as a modifieded pistol and a fire sword) and call his friends and is basicly a shopkeeper
Requested Class in Chatroom: Gunner or Multy_Weapon_Users
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CrazyCartoonGirl22 Featured By Owner Feb 11, 2016  Student Traditional Artist
Character Name: Captain Diana "Opal" Bellcourt
Age: 19
Species: Human
Gender: Female

Appearance: Long black hair that goes down to half of her back. A plain, black pirate hat that ends in a point. She has a heart shaped eyepatch on her left eye that when off shows an 'X' on her eye. She has Brow eyes and thin Eyebrows. She has a height of 5'2 and a weight of 123. She has a white shirt that has black ribbons at the front making a shoe-lace-like appearance. Her sleaves are down half-way on her upper-arm.  She wears brown leather shorts and tights finishing off her look with black boots and a black cape.

History: When she was little, Opal enjoyed the thought of traveling the world. Her parents were 'pirates' meaning they would be out at see for most of her childhood. When she was five she was welcomed aboard a Gallon called the 'Stolen Jewel'. Though the good times did no last. At the age of seven a band of rouge pirates turned on the crew. This mutiny lend to her parents becoming captives and her to be thrown at sea.
     She was found by Captain Owen Gentry and was allowed to join his crew for the exchange of doing what he asked. When Opal was twelve the British had attacked the ship. Opal showed her bravery as she tried to help fight off the Brits. Though, the Pirates won, it was at the cost of Gentry and her left eye. She had fell into a deep depressive state.
      By the age of eighteen, Opal was not over what had happened during her life. Neverless, she took care of the crew as Captain. Bellcourt's crew had found an island where there was plenty of food, water, and land for the crew to stay. The crew called it a 'Pirate Haven' and on her nineteenth birthday, she pronounced that the Pirate Haven would be used to help pirates if they were willing to work.

Personality: Opal is more of a laid-back leader. She can be strict but she knows her limits. She doesn't handle with free loaders very well. Around people she is proper around friends she is less proper but still remains in a mannered matter.She has a fear of the dark, being buried alive, and Snakes.

Weakness: Opal isn't very fast.

Weapons: She has a gold flintlock pistol and a cutlass.

Requested Class in Chatroom: Multi_Weapon_Users
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cliffjumper21 Featured By Owner Feb 8, 2016
Characters name: Lunastone
 Age:14
Race: Elf
Gender: Male
Apperance: Long Blonde hair. 5'5 without shoes. With shoes 5'8.
History: He was only 4 when his parents died by Orcs in the battle at the Mist. He stayed with his brother Legolas. When Lunastone was 12 his brother challeged him for fun but it turn ugly really quickly. They drew their swords and cut each other in the shoulder and in the legs. Lunastone killed his brother. The whole Elf race is now after him for the dead of the next prince of Erindel.

Weakness: Lossing his family and friends

Weapons: Bow and Arrow and twin swords.
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TheGeekWhoIsToCool Featured By Owner Feb 6, 2016
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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Mag-Pye 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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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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