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 Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2009 3:37 pm
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Name: Sarika
Nickname/Title: The Mysterious Laelia; Plushie Lady
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Species: Human
Allegiance: None
Home: Everywhere...
Ability Style: Wanderer; Bounty Hunter
Weapon: A wooden sword, made from the wood of a demon
tree. Said to be the hardest of wood, unbreakable. Small knives.
Ability: Speed, agility; One would think she was a demon
Weakness: Plushies; she just can't get enough of
them. She has the tendency to buy a few in every town she visits.
Description:
Storyline: Not much is known about her. She's a wanderer of sorts. coming and going, never staying in one place too long. Some may call her a bounty hunter, others just a mere wanderer. If in the mood, she'll assist someone in need, but if not, she wont bother. Sarika could care less about most things, unless it deals with plushies. Sarika loves plushies, and tends to collect them where ever she goes.
Quote: {serious face} "Get out of my way"
{when seen with a plushy} "Soooooo Cute"
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Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2009 4:22 pm
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Name: Hei
Nickname/Title: Sayo (name he uses)
Age: centuries old, but looks around 17.
Gender: male, but looks and sounds and acts and smells female (the last, unless you get really, really close)
Species: vampire
Allegiance: -----
Home: ---------
Ability Style: Prosatute
Weapon: well. . . his whole body is a weapon, but he uses any thing that falls under the catagory of "sharp and pointy".
Ability: (urg) as a vampire he uses alot of blood magic, and realy, its his speciality.
Weakness: well, hes a vampire sot most of those except the garlic and crosses. also hates dark places, big crowds and really friendly people. (big nervous coward)
Description: 
((- he doesn't have weird ears.
- the kitsune mask is almost always on cause he's scared.))
Storyline: Hie doesn't have much of a story. he stayed out history as much as possible, and perffers it that way. he came to Byako because of its always changing and he thought it would be a good place to hide. he's always a nervous wreck, but not a coward. he could be stuttering an explanation to you and his left hand could be decapating some one. BUT!! beware! though he's like this, when he's blood thirsty his personality does a 180! he becomes cold and cruel and arrogent. also, he seems more male.^^
Quote: "uh. . . um, ah!. . . uh. . . er. . ."
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Posted: Mon Dec 21, 2009 7:40 pm
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((i don't want no stuff! i got permission to piggy back off of Falling Tsuki's Rp character Emily Arran!))
(( another ps. wink this isn't spell checked or anything. after writting this, my brain has died and i'll come back to do that. (you'll know i did i cause this message will be gone) so please don't harrase me for it. i rp with good spelling and grammar, ok?))
Name: Alice Arran
Nickname/Title: Hatter
Age: appears to be 22 years old, but her true age is unknown.
Gender: hm . . . male? female? wouldn't you like to know? (but to make it easier, i'm going to use he.)
Species: appears to be human, but on new moons he goes insane and kills anything in his range. . . and some stuff out of it. ((also he's "dead" like Emily, but he's aware of it unlike her ((they share a past)) ))
Allegiance: the highest bidder, though that doesn't make you any safer than any one else. the only person who has complete control over him is Emily (their realtions though are unknown).
Home: Wonder. He's also going from place to place (mostly though cause he causes to much trouble to stay in any place)
Ability Style: Gunner/assassin/merc.
Weapon: besides his whole body is a weapon, he carries a single eight barrel gun that he loveingly calls the "March Hare".
Ability: besides one wicked aura, he has a hand in blood magic and necromancy, though he follows non of the rules and is considered an "outcast" or -basicly- "a bad guy/girl".
Weakness: Can't stand Cats or Water. hates the cold and has a key (like a wind up toy) sticking out of the back of his neck that if you touch, he FREAKS!
Description:
hair: is long, reaching down to his butt and is always loose. its a deep yellowy-orange color. his bangs are also long, and cover half of his face (his left, your right).
eye:
left: it's pure black (even the whites, and everything) with a very slight, very thin white pupil. its always covered, so you never see it.
right: is a deep, dark green like the center of a very old forest. it carrys it's own wildness to it and is like starring into the eyes of a wild, dangerous, and starving beast.
height: 6'0 ft
weight: unknown, but he's unbarably heavy.
skin: a dark tan, and covered in the whites of scares. his face and body are femine, but his voice is uni-sexed and his moments, thoughts, and words are those of a male.
cloths: he's wears a pure white top hat with a card shoved into the mahogany band. its pure black with white grim reaper, upside-down it looks like a white rabbit. below that he looks like he stepped out of a picture for the 17th century. though he wears pure white, tight breeches, and hose, he has on heavy steel tipped white boots. he has a pure, deep red waist coat with white, bone buttons over a white dress shirt with baggy sleeves.
extra:
- the wind key in the back of his neck (though its hidden by his hair)
- he carries around what looks like a Katana but if pulled form its sheath is actualy a shot gun.
- he has Mrach Hare, which is a pure silver "eight-barrel".
(and thats about it for the moment.)
Storyline: Hatter doesn't know where he came from, or where he's going. he followes, or maybe he's followed by the scent of blood and Emily. He has always existed in Byako and he always will, or at least, thats what he claims. weirdly, he alwasy carries a smile, but weither that can be called friendly or not is a question that one must ask themselves.
the first thing Hatter remembers is blood and he has a feeling its going to be the last thing. he got cornered and in a fight in Little Nepolis, or at least thats what he assumes. he was in a destroyed, abandon builing surrounded by the dead and the useless. he salvaged Emily and the March Hare and left into the night. along the way he got distracted and lost Emily and has been searching for her ever since.
Quote: "My dear good sir! Their are rules to the Game! Now shut up and die!" *laughter*
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Posted: Wed Dec 23, 2009 10:38 am
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Name: Izunami
Nickname/Title: Izu; The Red Shula
Age: Unknown
Gender: Female
Species: Fire Demon
Allegiance: None
Home: Magma Plains
Ability Style: None
Weapon: A red and gold retractable staff
Ability: Can conjure or control any type of fire
Weakness: Water; to some level
Description:
Human Appearance
Small Sprite Form/////Full Demon Form
Storyline: She was born from the deep pits of the magma plains, unaware of such a thing. One day she awoke beside one of the pits, alone and confused. As long as the magma plains have been around, so has she. A fire demon, she is labeled, but what she really is, is unknown. She can take on a human form, her fiery red tresses and matching hues tell otherwise, but she also has other forms. One minute she can change size, appearing to be a mere fire sprite, the next a powerful fire demon, with unimaginable strength and power. Water in this form can't harm her, but takes extreme energy to control.
For days on end, Izunami has flown across the magma plains, enjoying herself, as well looking for any other signs of life. It gets kinda lonely in such a place.
Quote: "Magma Warms My Heart And Soul" /// "Fire Ignites"
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Posted: Sun Dec 27, 2009 2:34 pm
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Name: Naoki
Nickname/Title: B.B.N. ; The Dangerous Wolf Maiden
Age: 2900
Gender: Female
Species: Wolf Demon
Allegiance: None
Home: The Forest
Ability Style: Assassin, Thief, Trickster
Weapon: Dagger, Claws
Ability:
Wolf Attributes; Such as strength, speed and hearing
Powers of Attraction; Has the ability to attract both sex's and to manipulate there desires
Weakness: Handsome men, Beautiful woman, Tasty Food, Delicious drinks {alcohol}
Description:
Storyline: In the forest, if one does not know the way, and happens to get lost, one must beware. For within the area of thick and tall trees, lies a wolf. Wolves tend to be scary, and that is mostly true. But this one is quite beautiful. A sultry wolf dwells within this place, but one should never get close. For she will take your life, if she so chooses. A mischievous wolf Naoki tends to be, taking what she wants and leaving the scene before anything can be seen. But after awhile, playing with the travelers that loose there way grows tiring, and Naoki takes herself within the heart of Byako City, where even more playmates lye.
Nothing is known about her past, before venturing to Byako city. And that's how Naoki wants to keep it. All she will say, if asked is that she left her home, desiring something else.
Quote: "Such....a tasty morsel you are"
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Posted: Mon Dec 28, 2009 1:02 am
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Name: Heyoo Mehs
Nickname/Title: He is often called a "mess" or "hey you!"
Age: Roughly twenty and one with a few months, weeks, days, hours, minutes, and seconds thrown in for good measure
Gender: Decidedly male, though whoever made that decision is pretty much a mystery
Species: That is as much a mystery to you as it is to him. That is to say, when he figures it out, he'll let you know right quick, 'kay?
Allegiance: He'll pledge it, if you ask and offer him a meal and a bed. He is, of course, most certainly not a mercenary.
Home: is where the heart is, no?
Ability Style: Heyoo finds things. By this we attribute no magical power, save for exceptionally deep pockets and a deep-seated urge to pick things up and stick them in said pockets. If you've lost something, Heyoo would be more than glad to go look for it. He just might take a few other things on the way. As for combat, he's got nothing, really. Oh, excepting his technical immortality, that is. But that's nothing really. He just can't die. It's not like he heals or anything.
Weapon: He might have a thing or two in his pockets to throw at an assailant. He might even run if he doesn't want to get too deeply involved and throw his life away (as if he could).
Ability: Heyoo is good at going unnoticed and at picking things up. Oh, and he can't die. He can get the crap beat out of him, though! He's real good at that!
Weakness: Heyoo has no combat skill, no special technical or magical skill. He doesn't really even have practical skills. You can't kill him, but you'd likely have a difficult time making him useful, too. He also doesn't heal much faster than normal people when he gets hurt, so broken bones will slow him down.
Description: Resembling more a humanoid pile of garbage than an actual person, Heyoo stands at about five and a half feet. He is lanky, but not tall, most of his weight being in the rubbish hanging off of his body. Between the scrap metal and who knows what else, one might catch a glimpse of very, very dirty blonde hair and pale skin. Were one actually paying Heyoo enough mind to be looking at his face, they'd have to adjust a bit for his perpetual slouch. They'd also be able to note deep blue eyes and a mouth that seemed just a bit too wide to be normal. His nose is large and hawk-like, jutting from his face like a blade. His brows, if one were to catch a glimpse of their animated expressiveness would match his hair quite well. An odd character, but not an obvious malevolent one.
Storyline: Heyoo doesn't really have much of a storyline. This is far from the amnesia or mysterious past cop outs. That is because, if one were to chronicle Heyoo's life so far, it would go: Heyoo exists. People forget about Heyoo. Heyoo steals something. People get angry. People hit Heyoo. People forget about Heyoo. Heyoo continues to exist. Heyoo steals something. People don't notice. Heyoo exists. Lather. Rinse. Repeat ad nauseum.
Quote: "I found it. It's mine."
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Posted: Mon Dec 28, 2009 1:25 pm
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Name: Fira
Nickname/Title: None
Age: Several thousands of years old. Looks to be in mid twenties.
Gender: Female
Species: Phoenix
Allegiance: Neutral
Home: None
Ability Style: Has a sketchbook and can draw, however at the moment jobless.
Weapon: Phoenix Staff-Sense phoenixes can’t channel their magic very well they came up with a very simple way to fix the problem and even enhance the strength of their powers. Making their own staff as a right of passage into adulthood, Fira’s is by far one of the oldest and most beautiful. By carving a simple piece of wood and etching in designs and using real gold and gems to decorate it the girl came up with a simple staff that had a solid gold little phoenix statue perched at the top with sapphire gems making up the eyes with it’s three peacock type feathers from it’s tail draping down around the staff. At the end of the three tail feathers are little two little emerald gems and in the middle feather a ruby gem to top off the little statue. Following the statue is gold leafing spiraling down the staff to cap off the end with a solid pointed end.
Note: Fira can manipulate her staff’s physical form sense it is saturated with her magic for example she can shape it quickly into a spear or pull the gold leafing running down it off and form a sort of fire whip. Or simply use it to send fire anyone’s way.
Ability: Fire magic that can burn hotter then anything else known.
Weakness: Fira had a fear of water for she can’t swim and water, along with a few others, is one of the things that can kill off a phoenix indefinitely. Also hates guns simply because the loud bang they can make scares her rather easily.
Description: She had two forms one being her true and original bird form.
However this is her simple phoenix form she likes simply because it makes it easier to prune and clean her feathers. If she wanted to she could grow feathers of all vivid colors and the classic three peacock feathers from her tail. Much phoenixes depicted in Chinese and Japanese art shown here. 
Her next form is that of a blue haired and orange eyed joyful young woman. Most of the time she likes to ware a white top and a blue skirt that matches her light, and vivid blue hair. Other then her odd hair and eye color she looks very much like a human.
Storyline: Never really fitting in with her kind and their ideals Fira left the island that was her birthplace. Stealing a small wooden boat and recklessly pushing it out to sea with her inside with a portion of food, a canteen of water and pouch of gold coins stashed in her pocket. After several days of floating and her food and water gone and with money meaning much less then it already did to the bird, she nearly died on that little boat which would have killed her permanently for that little wooden boat certainly wouldn’t be able to stand the fires that burned a phoenixes body when they were reborn. By sheer luck did that little boat float to another piece of land, land that was part of Byako.
Quote: “Watch it, or I’ll light you up like a marshmallow.”
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Posted: Fri Jan 01, 2010 1:40 pm
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Name: Xela
Nickname/Title: Formerly/secretly known as Dark Edge
Age: 45
Gender: male
Species: human
Allegiance: for now, neutral
Home: building-wise, none. He's pretty much a bum looking for a job
Ability Style: he's fast and effective with delivery and, during his days as a soldier, recon. He's able to memorize the terrain of where he is, thus making deliveries easier
Weapon: Sword that can turn into energy that goes into his body, making it easier to carry and hide
Ability: He's fast, able to run at 30 mi/hr on a full sprint. He's a master swordsman who wields his sword like no other. As a souvenir from his soldier days, he has a habit of memorizing the area that he's in just like a map, given that he's able to see. He's well able in the art of hand-to-hand combat and self defence. Stealth is one of his weapons in his arsenal of skills, making it invaluable. A second one is his ability to project and control his killing intent, which has a paralyzing effect on most who feel and see it. Above all, however, he has survival experience.
Weakness: He's getting older; he isn't as strong as he used to be in his younger days. Also, he's reluctant to reenter the life of a soldier. That includes both killing and using his killing intent at its maximum.
Description:
Storyline: He was once a soldier in a resistance army in a far-off country known as Caldena. He was one of the best of them. In fact, he took on a second form: Dark Edge, the silent and unseen blade of justice. Dark Edge worked in the shadows, helping the resistance soldiers and oppressed citizens of Caldena by fighting the empire of Emperor Cadal. After a few years of combat and protecting the citizens and resistance, Cadal was overthrown and peace was restored. After that, he left Caldena and became a wandering warrior. That was ten years ago, his leaving of Caldena. Any information regarding his life before his days as a soldier is hard to come by, since he hardly talks about it.
Quote: "This is your story, no one else's...work hard for that ending you want."
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Posted: Fri Jan 01, 2010 10:37 pm
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Name: Her Royal Ladyship the Dowager Grand High Duchess Arlen-Arell Pshaw'warrie of FerroRoof Hall d'Contessori
Nickname/Title: Her Ladyship, Arlen-Arell, Queen Pshaw'warrie
Age: 99
Gender: female
Species: rabbit
Allegiance: Byako royalty (aka leaders of the foofy-headed aristocratic nobility of Byako)
Home: royal broil chalice palace (when she's not touring the world in her vacation home, which is a submarine)
Ability Style: royal aristocratic nobility
Weapon: laser-guided wig generator, kept in her wig. (it can generate wigs at a target, which can trap or entangle)
secondary weapon: poofy powder duster, used to touch up face or wig powder, but also can blind an attacker at close range. Or at a distance, if thrown with accuracy.
She also has buff bodyguards who can appear out of nowhere in an instant if they are needed to protect her.
Ability: aristocratic nobility skills, leadership abilities
Weakness: she's really old so she can't jump around as well as she used to but sometimes she can still move somewhat quickly but it tires her out fast.
Description: Her Ladyship is a brown and tan rabbit who usually sits about 4 feet high when she has her back legs tucked under her. If she's standing up on her hind feet with her legs stretched out, then she stands about 5 feet high. Her fancy gown comes all the way down to the floor when she's sitting upright, and if she's standing tall it comes down a little past her "knees". Standing like that, she sort of "walks" by talking little hopping steps. If she's not hopping around and is just "standing around" and talking to people, she tends to just sit back on her haunches. She doesn't wear shoes or gloves if she can avoid them, and keeps her paws nicely manicured. Her ears are long and floppy and she has the ends of them tied together with a bow behind her back. She wears a really big foofy wig that adds another foot to her height (5' sitting, 6' standing), and even though she's very old, it's hard to see much of wrinkles under the short fur that covers her face.
Storyline: Her Ladyship was born to wealth and privilege and eventually ruled over Byako's nobility for many years alongside her husband the now-deceased king. Although they had many many children, most married nobility from far-away lands and/or declined to be in line for the throne. (or they were given away from the back of a truck and no one knows how to locate them or their descendants now) The few who stayed around the palace, died of old age, only leaving behind 4 known grandchildren of Her Ladyship who met the requirements for succession to the throne. Unfortunately, just before she decided to retire and crown someone else to rule over Byako's nobility, all 4 grandchildren in line for the throne were drenched in concrete when the hovercraft they were joyriding in got stuck between a cement-mixing truck and a graham-cracker delivery truck and a mafia van overturned and caused a pile-up. The crackers brought so many pigeons to the scene that by the time things were sorted out, the heirs were found to be basically mummified in the form of concrete statues, which were subsequently polished up and removed to a nice scenic resting place in the palace gardens somewhere, marking the 4 compass points in a setting around an ornate sundial dedicated to the memory of the king their grandfather. It is a good place to go feed pigeons.
Quote: "We hereby decree that it is time for our snack! Send for the royal carrot-warmer!"
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Posted: Fri Jan 01, 2010 11:41 pm
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Name: Tyren
Nickname/Title: The good king of Hitorik
Age: 37
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Allegiance: Sorl, the White Dragon.
Home: None
Ability Style: Twin Heavy Blade style of Altora
Weapon: A large blade, Argon, that is longer than he, and about the width of a dish. To company it he carries a small two hand blade that, of course, he carries with one hand.
Ability: He is the Traka of Fire, giving him flame abilities. He can, at times, control time.
Weakness: He is over loving and trusting. He will ask questions first, try and negotiate, try more, and more, then attack.
Description: He is tall, white with blue unruly, spiky hair. He dresses in a black trench coat, black pants and black shirt. He always wears them, almost never changing.
Storyline: He was born into a distant planet, conquered another, Hitorik. There, he married and had kids. After a civil war, he decided to come to this planet, to try and make allies to stop the forces of evil once and for all. He is currently lost, not having an idea of what to do.
Quote: "There is no greater joy than seeing those you saved live on to do great things."
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