Characters

[[Faelan]]

CHARACTERS (I)

1.
Username: [Faelan]
Name: Yousei
Age: 17
Description:
Standing at 5'6" is a slightly clumsy, very modest and shy wood elf that loves all inhabitants of Lyndria, and has a knack for healing. She is normally seen wearing black leather in some manner, with silver crosses adorning her arms and torso, and is always with her dragon, Karasu. Yousei uses Holy/Light magic, and may also attack with a large silver chain that has a dagger-like tip. She also uses a bit of Water magic here and there.
Creature Type (Legendary, Human, Shadowed, or Enlightened): Enlightened (Wood Elf)


Karasu: A medium-sized, opal-colored dragon with large leathery wings that become feathered toward the ends. Her eyes are an icy-blue color and just above them are two horns that resemble that of a gazelle's. She breathes a blue-colored flame, and gives off an air of complete arrogance and disregard for others. Though she will always be there for those who need her, Karasu only respects Yousei, as it is her life's job to guard her, and she sees no reason to treat others equally. She does, however, respect creatures whom she knows are worthy.
Past (unnecessary): When Yousei was first born, her soul was intercepted by demons and it was as though she was without life. As shadows closed in around her, Karasu swooped in, out of nowhere at all, and forced a bizzarre, blue gem into her chest, coaxing her soul to it. Karasu then plucked one of her own feathers and touched it to Yousei's chest. It sank into her flesh, as well, and the Soul Gem glowed brightly, as this would now become its diet. From then on, Karasu was always with Yousei, even when the Shadowed creatures came to visit.. They followed her everywhere, as it was foreseen in a prophecy that she would do great things against them.. and they caused havoc all around her. The villagers finally grew tired of this, and forced her out of the village when she was but seven years old. (There's too much to write, and I need to save some for my book, so that's all I'll type unless someone asks for the rest)..
Creature Type (Legendary, Human, Shadowed, or Enlightened): Enlightened (Amphiptere)
[P.S. I didn't draw that picture of Yousei, just edited a picture that I found on Google. ^_^]

2.
Username: [Z_]
Name: Kraid
Age: Deceased
Description: A cloaked Figure standing rougly seven feet. Wide shoulders angel sharply away from the figures head, several sharp spines peirce through the already torn and dirty cloak that covers the figure. A dark smoke like substance continuously pours from under the creatures cloak. Arms like wires hang from especially large tears on either side of the cloak, in the left hand a large scythe is gripped tightly, several hand prints burnet into it all along the wood.

Personality: Dark and secluded, Keeping most thoughts to himself. Always violant, and is vicious to anything that gets close enough to strike.
Creature Type (Legendary, Human, Shadowed, or Enlightened): Shadowed

3.
Username:[Z_]
Name: Miles
Age: 17
Description: A tall boy, standing at six foot five, He dresses in a dirty brown cloak of sorts, falling loosley over him to his feet giving off the appearance of a few more inches of height. His medium length blonde hair floats gently over peircing blue eyes. On his back, the child carrys a large boomerang, slits along the edges consealing large blades.
Personality: Most of the time he is very cheerful, but when a problem arises concering him (if it has nothing to do with him, it dosn't matter at all) he becomes very angry and vicious. No matter what the mood, most things that leave his mouth are drenched in a sort of twisted sarcasm.
Creature Type: Human

4.
Username: Kroska
Name: Witium Arcayious
Age: 30
Description: The long blonde haired elf stands at 5'10 and wears his elegant breastplate armor proudly. His eyes are blue and and he carries two elven long swords. His build was rather thin but still toned when it came to muscular figure.
Personality: Stern, rightious and bent on destroying the shadowed. He usually never stops for much rest and usually never cracks a smile. He's constantly serious and deticated to his oath of revenge agianst the shadowed. Although he has a good heart, hatred has made itself comfortable in his mind.
Past (unnecessary):
Creature Type (Legendary, Human, Shadowed, or Enlightened): Enlightened  

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Characters (II)

5.
Username: Kaioi Meisin
Name: Drazkiel the Nightborn
Age: 7
Description: Most noticeable is his skin, a dark shade of grey, like ash. His hair, however, is shocking white; long and strangely silky, it reachs down to the small of his back. He wears simple cloths: a tight, blood red shirt sits under a shadowy grey overcoat, and his pants, pure black, are also tight and conform to his legs. His eyes are pure crimson, and can see the essence, and strength thereof, of beings. He has the ability to steal other's essences and and their strength to his own. As such, his reason of existance is to simply seek out and kill power foes to become more powerful.

His abilities are wide and his arsenal indefinate, but they spawn from one major source: shadows. As long as he stands within shadows, he may disperse and reform his body at will, often using this ability to dodge blows and attack enemies from their vulnerable points. He can also form any weapon from the shadows, but he almost always uses an absurdly large broadsword, which only he could wield effectively. Lastly but most importantly, regardless of where he is, he has the ability to release millions of tiny black orbs into air, which smothers the sun and casts an artificial darkness. However, the orbs have almost no substance and are thus extremely light.

Also, his essence drain only works on the recently deceased, as essence slowly drifts away from the dead and the living hold onto their's too well. Although, however it sounds, a person drained of essence is no different to a person drained of blood, and may just as easily be revived with a resurrection potion.
Personality: For the most part, he exists simply to kill. He wastes no time with pleasantries and will just as soon attack you than ask your name. However, the few he regards with respect - namely those who are as violent as he is and have survived his attacks - are treated as friends, or as close as you can get to friends with a Shadowed.
Past: His existance is an unusual one, born of a Human mother and a Shadowed father just over seven years ago. Almost immediately after being born, he disappeared, to return a week later in a fully grown, adult form. From there, he proceeded to slaughter the entire village, including his own mother. His father had not cared about his mother nor the village, her being a 'spoil of war' which he used and forgot. Drazkiel has only ever been defeated once in his lifetime, that being against his own father, whom he regards with equal parts respect and hate. He ultimate goal is to defeat his father, being the ultimate foe, and he now travels to collect power wherever possible.
Creature Type: Shadowed
Which Terrain you will be RPing in: Lyndria

6.
Username: Sol Burnestud

Name: Sol " The Renegade" Burnestud

Age: 23

Description (Appearance/Abilities): [He's also got a staff that he usually weilds in his right hand...he weilds his sword in his left hand when he's not using it to cast his magic.]


Abilities: Aside from what you've read in fairytales this sorcerer is the one who takes those flights of fancy and sends them straight to oblivion. His magic is almost incomprehensible in its strength and he weilds it as easily as he breathes. He's become familiar with all of the four elements and even those beyond, havin gtapped into the realms of dark and light energies, along side of that is his masteries with a longsword and his staff, which is probably more dear to him than any other posession.

Personality: He's a bit of a quite one to say the least. He usually keeps to himself during the day and pours over his spells in a state of meditation for hours at a time. He occasionally goes out for a walk through town once or twice a day, to stretch himself out and find new wayd to use his magic. If encounterd at all he's quite solemn and only says what needs to be said unless something gets him really riled up then his temper can be explosive and his retrubition switf. At night is when he really comes out and flourishes. He's usually more laid back and goes out with two purposes-Looking for kicks and picking up chicks.

Past (Optional): His existence has been a weird one, having been the result of a forbidden union by an Elf high preist and a Human Sorcerer. At his birth he was given to his father and was thus raised by him, having no knowledge of who his true mother was. His step mother was a kind and frail woman, and his father was no spring chicken either. He first began to show his immense ties to his arcane powers at an early age, almost burning down their home with an accidentally cast lighting bolt at the age of three. From this point on his father began to teach him day by day to harness and develop his powers until he was eight years old. It was at that time his step mother passed on and his father practically lost his will to live. For the next few months Sol trained harder and harder to try and impress his father but nothing seemed to bring him out of his stupor. On the eve of his ninth birthday his father left without a word, leaving Sol a note that simply read "Sorry". Sol was crushed after this, being only so young and not knowing what to do. He did what he could to sustain himself, hunting for himself and caring for the small cabin in which he had resided. It was only months before his tenth birthday that a group of robed men came knocking at the door asking for Sol's father. He told them what had happened and the men all looked quite dissapointed. Just as they were about to leave one of them noticed a pequilar feature about Sol: His slightly pointed ears. They quickly questioned him about his mother and he said that his mother had been undoubtedly human and had died a few years ago. They all huddled together for a moment and then told Sol that it was imparative that he accompany them to the city. He reluctantly followed, still a bit naieve to thw ways of the world and unsure how to cope with such a sudden request from men who "claimed" to know his father. Oncy he reached the city he was immediately takes to the mages guild where he was to spend the majority of his early teen years. While there he learned of his father's workings outside of the few tales he had been told and his respect for the man grew but still in the back of his mind there was still the naging fact: He had abandoned his son... On his fifteenth birthday Sol decided that it was time to go it alone and attempt to find his father. He deemed his skill adaequate, being able to contest some of the strongest mages in the guild already, and besides-he had been leading a shelterd life his entire exiestence, he needed to get out and see the world. So he stole one of the most powerfull staffs that he could get his hands on surprised ne that had been used and weilded long ago by his father, and he set off. Through his many adventures he has only grown in power and knowledge, knowing how to handle many-a-situation with ease. His will is eqial to that of tempered steel and onve he sets his mind to something he's almost dwarf-like in his tennacity to see it through to its completion.

Creature Type (Legendary, Human, Shadowed, or Enlightened): Enlightened/Human [Half elf]
Which Terrain you will be RPing in (Lyndria, Black Woode, Arid Wastes, Casual RPer, etc): Lyndria

7.
Username:Rachetgirl11
Name:Erik
Age confused (Thought to be 14)
Description:Erik is of unknown origin, it has been suggested that he's not from Lyndria. Erik doesn't want anyone to know his past, so he doesn't answer this question. Erik has several powers that defy believe, including some that usually are assoicated with Legendary creatures, which is why common townfolk sometimes call him Legendary. But, his true power goes even farther. The ability he uses most often is his ability to cover his arm in an element, called the Elemental Claw. He needs every power he can get, as the darkness hunts him...
Personality:Cold, logicial, and seems to have no hope in his continuing survival.
Past:Only a few people know, and none of them can be found. Except Erik, but he isn't talking.
Creature Type:Human
Which Terrain you will be RPing in:All of Lyndria.

8.
Username: Captain Bonsai

Name: Tumai Nireoh

Age: Unknown

Description: Tumai has a fairly slim frame, small breasts, small hips and few feminine features to speak of in general. She has choppy short pin straight white hair and eyes the color of red wine. Her lips are small but well shaped, a nose that is button-like and slightly upturned. Tumai is most commonly seen wearing a very worn faded-to-gray canvas jacket over a plain white tunic with white cotton pants and wooden sandals. She has a very otherworldly air about her. It is with ridiculously perfect posture that she carries herself and with impeccable, almost inhuman form, she wields her Kamas.

Personality: Curiosity would be her vice if generosity could be her bane. She is very giving though not all too compassionate. Don’t let her fool you though, she’s here for herself so her generous nature is not always without alternative motives. She is shy upon approach (normally) but is easily excited into jabbering away. Easily angered, Tumai can become quite violent in a moment’s notice.

Past:



Master Thomas was a good boy in the beginning, learning his studies, honing his magic and engineering skills simultaneously and building toys in his spare time under the guidance of Madam Lotus. Madam Lotus was a servant created by Thomas’ father around the time of his birth to look after him, an M.C.C . or Magically Constructed Creature, generally referred to as a “Construct” for short. No one quite knows what happened to Thomas but strange things began to happen very swiftly. Servants began dropping dead upon entering his quarters, Madam Lotus became ill which, as a semiphysical being, generally means that it is only a semiphysical ailment; she was fading, becoming more and more transparent every day. His mother and father suddenly died of an unknown cause within six months of one another. And then Winter was born the same day that Madam Lotus finally fully faded away.



Winter was a strange gaunt creature who became exceedingly powerful extremely quickly. Thomas had her instructed by several eastern and western fighters with several weapons and fighting styles. Her favorite ended up being her fists and her Kamas. She was to be his body guard and also carry out his dirty work. Had her victims survived, they would have said that it seemed almost as though deep down she had a concience, at least when it came to the women and children, but that the disgusting primitive rods and hoops through her face and the elaborate markings on her body would glow a faint violet after which all compassion would disappear and with a pain-contorted face her victims would be maimed in horrible ways.

However, as with all intelligent extremely powerful servants, the servant eventually turns upon the master. Winter slayed Thomas heartlessly in his sleep one night, stole his Constructed Riding Dragon, Tage, and fled.

She landed in a strange and alien place completely foreighn to her. She removed the rods and hoops from her face, actually consumed nutrients of sorts, and gave herself a real name in this new land.



Winter then became Tumai Nireoh.

Creature Type: Legendary

Which Terrain: Lyndaria

Tage:



9.
Username:Rachetgirl11
Name:Krious
Age confused
Description:Just pure evil. If he's fighting a war, he'll take over the capital of your side and then burn it to the ground. If he's saying hello, he'll wave to you with one hand and stab you in the back with the other. This guy is MEAN. And he wants Erik dead. And he wants to take Lyndria over, for the good of his Hellspawn Empire. His Empire is literally made up of demons called hellspawn, created whenever Krious kills a creature with his Claymore-like sword. And this works for every creature, including supposedly unkillable creatures like phoenixes.
Personality biggrin ark, Evil, Anger, that sort of thing.
Past: No one knows, except Erik, but Erik's lost his memory. Krious has come to Lyndria once before, however...
Creature Type:Legendary. Don't even kid yourself, this guy commands the entire power of Darkness itself, he's immortal, and the only way to kill him is locked inside Erik's memory.
Which Terrain you will be RPing in: Lyndria

10.
Username: Captain Bonsai

Name: Yulia

Nicknames: War-drum, Muse

Age: Somewhere in her twenties

Description:


The Monks said that she was “touched” or “blessed” by a War Goddess who, in ancient times, was prayed to for strength, power, courage, healing, and inspiration by soldiers and poets alike. The monks decided this for Yulia from an early age because of her obvious ability to influence others’ emotions (both positively and negatively) and it seemed to help to have her psych out those fighting before their battles or tournaments, their strength and stamina seemed to increase. Afterwards, she was always compelled to spend time with the wounded, to talk with them and to reminisce their battles in a positive manner. When their conversation was over, she would leave, and so too would the warrior, fully recovered with renewed zest for life and a thirst for battle.

The more injured the Warrior, the longer she would remain in their tent. After one skirmish with a nearby village she stayed with one warrior for a full four days, his family was already going through mourning believing that he would perish… But she slept on skins next to his cot until he awoke from the ‘strangest dream’ on the third day and spoke at length with her… and then was fine.

Personality: Ironically enough, Yulia is quite the pacifist. She refuses to fight and with her natural ‘shields’ it seems that she generally doesn’t need to. Great artists in the past have tried to attack her and it seems that they can’t. No one can hurt her.

Well… The shadowed creatures can…

Yulia is fun loving, good natured, genuine, and almost sprightly in her happy nature. She is inquisitive and approachable.

Unlike most pacifists, being the war-drum/field medic/muse that she is, Yulia is not frightened or deterred by battle. She just refuses to throw a punch herself, she thinks it’s barbaric.

Past: She must have been a toddler when they found her not far off of a trail, skin, hair, and clothes in tatters. She was a regular bloodied up mess and hardly breathing but they carried her home and had the women care for her. Within days she was bounding around causing mischief of all sorts. When she became sad strong men would weep. When she was angry the most enlightened Masters would curse.

Master Lao saw this and saw that an end needed to be put to this. He began to teach her through mantra, meditation, and tai chi to control her gifts. He raised her as Taoist and it suited her well. For many years she helped to protect the village and Master Lao guided her along. Until recently.

Master Lao took Yulia aside and said to her “you have learned all that you can from me at this point in your life, you must go out with that silly thing of fur of yours into the world and find your purpose.”

And so she did. The details of her quest are not important but she believed that she had found her purpose and returned to the village only to find the village and the monastery recently burned to the ground. She wept. It rained.

Into Master Laos’ chambers Yulia stumbled to find, amid the splinters of charred wood, rock, iron, and paper, a piece of parchment set under a pebble in the middle of the rubble. Untouched by flame. In his beautiful near-calligraphy-quality handwriting Master Lao had written: Silly Muse, don’t shed your tears for this town, we have dispersed to where they cannot find us. You return to tell me your purpose? Ha! You are wrong! You have not begun to begin, little War Drum!

Journey to Sagacity. You will find your answers.

Creature Type: Human-ish

Which Terrain you will be RPing in: The Perennial Mountains

Mount:

Fox is a strange creature that attacked the Monastery one year when Yulia was very young… she managed to enthrall it and keep it as her pet, companion and, yes, mount. The thing is the size of a mule. Yulia thought it looked like a fox and so therefore it is simply called “Fox.”

11.
Username: Bulletbeard the pirate
Name: Shea
Age: 20
Description (Appearance/Abilities): Shea has Legolas' bow and arrows as well the Sword of Evil's Bane from Legend of Zelda: Twillight Princess. The sword is most effective on creatures of an bevil nature.
Personality: Quite, thoughtful.
Past (Optional):
Creature Type (Legendary, Human, Shadowed, or Enlightened):
Enlightened
Which Terrain you will be RPing in (Lyndria, Black Woode, Arid Wastes, Casual RPer, etc): Lyndria

12.
Username: Bulletbeard the Pirate
Name: Kanji
Age: 20
Description (Appearance/Abilities): Normal:
Flame:
Personality:
Past (Optional): Kanji was saved by Shea and has stayed with him ever since. He will stay Shea until he has repaid the dept.( When I find a way for Kanji to save Shea's life, he will be out of the RP so I will let you know)
Creature Type (Legendary, Human, Shadowed, or Enlightened): Enlightened
Which Terrain you will be RPing in (Lyndria, Black Woode, Arid Wastes, Casual RPer, etc): Lyndria


13.
Username: Sand-Kunoichi-Amielia
Name:Sairi
Age: 15
Description:
Creature Type: Shadowed (neko-Vamp.)
Past: uncooperative with most people/creatures, she will probibly only open up to one person. she is used to being by her own, and likes making trouble for others at there expens. she doesn happen to be moody.

14.
Username: XxDemmyxX

Name: Ryuunosuke, Ryuu

Age: 112

Description (Appearance/Abilities):

Ryuu looks very young with his small frame and youthful face. He has a full head of silver hair that cascades down his back, and his eyes are a piercing yellow-gold color, which betray his physical age for his mental age. The malicious glint behind them has scared many a foe away that would underestimate him because of his age. For clothing, Ryuu generally wears a white toga-like outfit for its comfort and the ability to move quickly in it. His most striking features are the white fox ears and the fox tail that are white with a shimmer of silver in them, giving away his power within the ranks of fox demons as that of being very powerful. His abilities include the manipulation of plants, his primary weapon being that of a whip made from razor sharp rose thorns; and the ability to take on other forms so as to blend in with others, as most fox demons can do.

Personality: Despite his apparent age, Ryuu is a bloodthirsty creature whom has made a living stealing what he could to get by, as he has been alone for as long as he can remember. For all he knows, his parents abandoned him. Unfortunately, with the curse that was placed upon him, he has to deal with a voice that tells him how horrible the things he has done are, and he has a new sense of guilt installed in him, like a programming chip. Since the curse, Ryuu has become a gentle creature, even though he still has tendencies towards the violence he used to know. His mind is calculating, and he is very intelligent, able to work himself out of tight situations with the slyness of a fox at his disposal. He has no regard for those that would attack him, giving him reason to defend himself, being ruthless in battle.

Past (Optional): Ryuu’s past is full of blood, deceit, and murder. After being abandoned by his would-be parents, he was discovered by a band of thieves who kept him for his beauty. During this time, he was trained in the way of thieves, and as his power grew, he even became the leader of the band. For years, he led them into dangerous places, which held valuable treasures, and made them the greatest band of thieves in the land. However, when Ryuu messed with the wrong person, it was downhill from there. He had a curse placed upon him that made him incapable of committing a violent act, unless it was an act of self-defense. When this happened, there was no way he could lead his band of thieves, and he was driven out by those he had led for several years. He became a drifter, inviting danger to himself when he could just to drown himself in violence. However, he began to tire of this, and his personality took a dramatic turn. He wanted to belong, which is something he had never wanted. He traveled the land in search of somewhere he could belong. He blames the curse that has been placed upon him for these new feelings, but at the same time, he does not want to remove the curse, because he is not sure if he could return to the only life that he knows at this point.

Creature Type (Legendary, Human, Shadowed, or Enlightened): Shadowed

Which Terrain you will be RPing in (Lyndria, Black Woode, Arid Wastes, Casual RPer, etc): Lyndria

15.
Username: [Z_]
Name: Avin
Age: 18
Race: Necro(pyro)mancing Human
Description:
Standing tall at 6 feet, Avin has dark hair and bright blue eyes; Though sometimes he will appear blond haired and red eyed. His mood swings anywhere from kind and gentle, to dark and sinister. The strings tying his mind together are snapping slowly one by one, throwing Avin deeper and deeper into madness. His motivations are uncertain.
Tall, and skinny, Avin dresses in a constricted black suit, belts holding it tight to his arms, legs, and neck. Around his neck, he wears a small golden ring on a chain as a painful reminder of his past. Avin's hair and eyes are known to change color with his moods, almost as if reflecting them. For weapons, Avin carries a book of low level spells, and a single butterfly knife.
Personality: Prone to mood swings Avin has multiple personalities within one body. Unlike many, who are merely schizophrenic, Avin is actually two different people together as one. In this form, Avin's magic is far weaker than the two who used to be, but he can choose to split back into his former selves.
Past : Being the only way to be with his family again after what He'd done, Kraid convinces his brother Miles to share his body. Miles, having lost all that was close to him, knew this was all he could do to keep going.
Creature Type (Legendary, Human, Shadowed, or Enlightened): Human/Shadowed
Which Terrain you will be RPing in (Lyndria, Black Woode, Arid Wastes, Bulen, etc): Lyndria




16.
Username: Watanabe Reika
Name: Imogen (EE-MOH-JEN)
Age: 16
Appearance: Humanoid; http://i55.photobucket.com/albums/g140/MeepChick/elf.jpg
Ogress: http://th04.deviantart.net/fs70/300W/f/2010/081/3/a/3a900c93c2bc2de82c7acfe492c26b3f.jpg
AbilityWhen in her Ogress form Imogen can spew extremely deadly acid from her fingers and toes eventually creating a pool around her which acts as a bit of a protective sheild since no one would dare to try and pass and if they do she can stab them with her antlers. When in her humanoid form she is a skilled archer.
Past (Optional): Imogen was born to a small tribe of travelling Ogres, but while she was young she developed a love of witch-craft and wizardry, one day she was attempting a new type of spell in her make-shift spell circle and the spell was going fine until a sudden storm had rolled in and caused a severe lightning bolt struck at the exact instance the spell fused into her body, after which the combination of the electricity and the ingredients of the spell turned into some sort mutant half-elf like ogre, and when she went back to the rest of the tribe they rejected her like last weeks trash, so she wandered the many areas of Lyndria, attempting to find her place.
Personality: She is very aggressive and loves a good fight, like any ogre, and sees no problem in using, sometimes even killing people just to get what she wants. Many people describe her as heartless. But none-the-less she is also at times a hopeless romantic who just wants to find her "Special someone" that she's sure there isn't one for her. But she can also be very kind to those she does actually care about.
Creature Type (Legendary, Human, Shadowed, or Enlightened): Shadowed although she can look like an Enlightened her personality gives her away very fast
Which Terrain you will be RPing in (Lyndria, Black Woode, Arid Wastes, Casual RPer, etc): Lyndria  

[[Faelan]]

Just a reminder that members will now be responsible for posting their own character profiles individually! Thank you very much and I hope to RP with you soon!

 

[Sun Salutation]

Username: Sun Salutation
Name: Naida
Age: 16
Description (Appearance/Abilities):


When in water, she has the ability to become one with it, turning invisible and completely undetectable. However, once this ability is initiated, she cannot turn back into her physical form for at least 1 hour. Her weapons consist of sharp teeth and nails, along with the more subtle devices of a nymph's charm, seductively sweet voice, and licentious beauty. She also has the obvious advantage of moving swiftly through water. Her hair, which moves like blades of sunken vegetation, can be used like tentacles, which can be used to swat at, grab things, ect. Although she lives in the water, Naida does have legs and can move about on land. However, she must stay very hydrated and carry a gourd filled with water. If she does not have access to water, she will quickly dry up and turn to sand.
Personality: Naida is like a lot of nymphs; playful, curious, chthonic, and promiscuous (at least in behavior). Though if you spoke to her, you'd see she that there is more wit to her than your average nymph. Not to mention, more quick to boil.
Past (Optional): Born in the slimy depths of Black Lake, Naida, like her sisters, believes herself to be the daughter of one of the lesser river gods of the Littoral tradition. As of this point in her life, she has never been in love, but has feigned it before.
Creature Type: Legendary [Naiades (fresh water) Nymph]
Terrain: West  

[Horntastic]

Username: Horntastic

Name: Eren

Age: Adult

Gender: Male

Race: Naga

Description:
Eren's chest is about average size for a human male, though it is slimmer and more boyish looking than most mature human adults. His torso's skin is fairly dark (similar to people of the Philippines), and his black hair is long, straight, and has a strange, heavy, almost scaly quality to it. His eyes are a deep golden brown, and his pupils are slits rather than circles. His tongue is forked and is a valuable sensory organ. His teeth are sharp, giving him a creepy grin, and two are elongated into poison-containing fangs. His lower body is like that of a snake, with a handsome python-like pattern. Like many snakes, his body is a lot stronger than it looks: his muscle is lean and stringy, but still holds the power to crush the life out of his prey if needed. While his lower half goes unadorned, he wears a light chainmail top that covers his more delicate skin. A choker around his neck holds a polished piece of stone from a location he holds sacred. On each arm is a heavy leather bracer that holds a claw weapon: it is normally folded up against the bracer, claws facing out, but with a simple trigger the claws snap into place above his fingers. Around his waist and one shoulder is a leather harness/belt holding several large pouches that contain various materials.

Abilities:
Practices Airthology, and is therefore tightly linked to the earth. While not as brutally strong as some other practitioners, he has great endurance and snake-like reflexes. His fangs contain a neurotoxin that can range from merely uncomfortable to deadly depending on how much he chooses to use and the victim's tolerance for it. He is immune or at least tolerant to many basic poisons and toxins, and has a cast-iron stomach that allows him to eat almost anything. Can go without water for longer than most mammals, but hates the cold since it makes him sluggish. He can do some forms of magic or alchemy, but mostly only if they have some sort of earth component. While his magic can be extremely powerful, it often takes time to prepare and can be difficult to control.

Personality:
Eren is a loner and a scavenger. He is usually happy on his own, and becomes stressed if there are too many other people about. Stress makes him rude, snappy, and jumpy, so he comes off as very unsocial. When not stressed, he has a smooth, relaxed attitude that implies he couldn't care less about what you think, he's happy with the way he is. While he is not cruel, he doesn't have much sympathy for others and has no qualms about disabling them if they get in his way. He prefers not to kill, but isn't above threats. He knows that some humans instinctively fear his snake-like qualities, and gets at least some amusement out of exaggerating them once he finds this out. When he's mad, he tends to spit and hiss his s-sounds, which sometimes makes his speech unintelligible. He doesn't go out of his way to steal, but as a scavenger is an opportunist and will eat or take things that look unattended or forgotten. He's not extremely intelligent, though has built up a good deal of common sense over the years of surviving on his own.

Creature Type: Legendary

RP Terrain: Lyndria  

[Princess Augustine]

Username: Leading Ladies
Name: Selah Rineèwen (Sell-uh Ree-nay-wen)
Age: Seventeen
Description (Appearance/Abilities):
Height: 5’00”
Hair Color: Dull Brown
Eye Color: Green

Physical Build: Selah has a very feminine figure, though unblessed by advantageous endowments that some women have. She is very physically fit, her muscles toned from having spent the past five years of her life in the wilderness. She is graced with many small scars from her flights through the wild. Her skin is pale, and easily burned by the sun’s rays. Her hair is long, though unkempt and an unsightly mess at most times.

Clothing: Selah wears a rough, brown leather bustier that cuts off just before her navel, laced in the back of typical Lyndrian fashion. She wears a long brown skirt that has been torn in several places, and a dark blue cloth hanging from her belt. This belt is made up an array of hand-sewn bags in which she carries her valuables. On her feet are soft black leather boots that have been patched and repatched with wear. Her wrists are covered by crude leather gloves held together by black leather belts. Over all of this she wears a dark-blue cloak, faded with time and frequent use. She makes her clothing out of what she gathers from the woods, as one can see.
[Lol Paperdoll Selah]

Weaponry and Abilities
-Weapons of choice: Polearms and Magic
-Abilities:
Lightscreen
- activates a flash of bright light to temporarily blind an opponent
Amphibia and Atmosphera
- Amphibia allows Selah to breathe underwater for fifteen minutes at a time. Atmosphera allows Selah to breathe at extremely high altitudes ( the latter used only when flying with Fiyero).
Shadow Play
- creates a hologram of Selah. If this spell is activated, Selah must flee the battle.
Summon
- Calls Fiyero to Battle
J U N C T I O N E D * A B I L I T I E S
Arraya
-Fiyero uses strong physical attacks ina combination while Selah casts wards to support him.
Trust Fall
- Fiyero seizes the enemy in his talons and flies upward. At a certain altitude, Fiyero drops the enemy and Selah throws herself from Fiyero’s back after the opponent. Selah uses basic wind spells to damage her target until it hits the ground. Fiyero catches Selah before she too makes impact with the ground.
Vengeance Generation
- Releases a greta deal of magical energy to deal heavy damage. The spell will kill either Fiyero or Selah. This is a last-ditch ability. Do not use this unless you are sure you can win with its help.


Personality: Selah is very shy, hiding from other humans that come into her midst. She only fully trusts the dragons, and she is found to be more at ease around them. She is very gentle and soft-spoken, wishing good upon all things. However, when she is angered, she is known to be incredibly destructive and vengeful, a complete foil to her normal character. She finds pleasure in deciphering codes and exploring hidden areas, but she tends to keep her discoveries to herself.
Because of a grueling ordeal she faced as a preteen, Selah is afraid of many things. She fears pitch darkness, and being all alone the most. This makes her come off as being somewhat high-strung. She is haunted by nightmares of the three demons that we will describe shortly. When she is stricken with a nightmare is this sort, only Fiyero can pacify her.

Past:
Selah was born to human parents of a noble lineage, her childhood peaceful and productive, as it should be living within the desert city of Eden. At the age of twelve, Selah and her family suddenly packed their belongings and headed east. For whatever reason, the Rineèwen family plunged headlong into the Moonless Marsh, forced onward by Selah’s father’s guild associates. They acted as though they were possession by evil spirits of some nature. They were dragged through the passes of the Fatal Tors, some claimed by the crags of the great mountain range. Just the immediate Rineèwen family survived the yearlong slog through the Fatal Tors, only to be led into the bowels of the Moonless Marsh. A month after the family had been in the Marsh, Lord Rineèwen’s guild partners finally turned on him and his family, slaughtering the remaining children of the family and using the adults as bait for the monsters attracted by the clan’s intrusion into the midst. Young Selah, now thirteen somehow managed to escape from the bloodbath, pursued by the monsters that had been goaded into tearing her clan asunder. Selah ventured through the Marsh on her own for another month, hiding from anything and everything that came her way. She sustained herself on leaves and putrid marsh water that kept her ill for the entire span of that month she was alone. Eventually, the monsters that had taken the rest of her family gave up, save for a team of three she-demons who took on the form of humans who had been corrupted by the forest’s descent into Darkness. They always thirsted for the pain of any living creature, especially humans. They would not give up so fresh a sacrifice. They chased Selah through the Marsh who, on more than one occasion barely escaped their clutches. Selah, at the end of the second month emerged from the Moonless Marsh into the Dragonlands, where she was found by the demons and cornered. At the very last moment, a young male dragon appeared and fought the Nymphs and carried the stricken and wounded Selah back to his clan.
The dragon was ‘Fiyero’, named for the lover of a great human witch. In the customs of his clan (which we will discuss later), a young dragon must go forth and seek a companion of a different race, and learn acceptance of all living things to become a true member of the clan. It is said that a dragon will be bonded to anything living for this to happen. In Fiyero’s case, this was why he was compelled t save the young Selah. She was his destined companion His growth was stunted by his inability to find his companion, remaining small for the past hundred years.
Upon Selah’s healing at the magics of Fiyero’s family, the two formed a fast friendship and an unyielding bond. At the age of fifteen, after living under the care of the Dragons for two years, Selah and Fiyero taught themselves the ancient practice of Dragon riding. No such feat had ever been accomplished by the Dragonlands’ Wyverns in a thousand years. The tag team was celebrated throughout the clan.
However, Selah and Fiyero frequently face malicious invaders sent by the three demons, who to this day continue to seek Selah out and will not until she is laid low at their hands.

Race: Human
Terrain: Dragonlands, Moonless Marsh
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Name: Fiyero Niyè-Del Topoziite (Fee-yehr-oh Ni-Dell Toe-paaz-ee-ite)
Rough translation: Son of the Night Fire Dragon of the Topaz Clan
Age: 802 (human equivalent would circa -Seventeen)
Descriptions:
Fiyero is a medium-sized adolescent dragon (he will be fully grown when he reaches his one-thousandth year). His scales are golden brown, fading into a deep gold at their ends in some places. His spikes and talons are deep brown, while his eyes are a green color. His wings are bat-like, the membranes a light, translucent gold. He breathes red and orange flame that throws off gold sparks.

Abilities
Spinal Tap
- Fiyero impales his opponents on the spines of his back and tail.
Cremation
- Fiyero sears his opponents with super-heated air instead of his flames for non-elemental damage.
True Devotion
-Activates a Berserak status and allows Fiyero to cast the ancient spell of his Clan.
-Lyndrian Soul (Aether)
-Godhands (Lightning)
- Redland (Fire)
-Riptide (Water)
This will only be activates when Selah is killed or knocked out. It cannot be used after the ability ‘Vengeance Generation’.

Personality: Fiyero is very thoughtful and knowledgeable (though not completely wise in action) for his age, and incredibly loyal to those he trust, as seen with his relationship to Selah. He is also wildly overprotective of his best friend, often making unwise choices for the assumed sake of Selah’s well-being. He enjoys learning about human cultures and behavior, anxious to learn about humans outside of what Selah has told him.
Creature Type: Legendary (Benign)
Terrain: Dragonlands  

[Ken Kurosawa]

Username: Ken Kurosawa
Name: Rashid “ the Rusthand” (He doesn’t tell anyone his last name)
Age: 31
Description: Rashid is a five foot nine male human desert dweller, with fair features and a deep tan. He has oily black hair and one brown eye, having lost use of the other from a past event. The other eye is clouded over with a full cataract. Rashid has one scar, a raised line travelling half an inch above to an inch below his blind eye. He generally keeps his blindeye covered, wearing the garb of a desert traveler (face concealing turban and veil, billowing white clothes with many layers. When he takes off his traveling outfit he wears dark clothes with gold colored trim, normally a fastened shirt with matching pants and a patch over his eye.
The reason he is called “Rusthand” is because of his intricately detailed metal glove, which he wears over his left hand in both of his outfits.
Abilities: Rashid can manipulate ectoplasmic energy and speak with the dead, his blind eye can see them, and his rusted hand can touch them., and his will can channel dead energy and use it to affect the living. In a fight he is pragmatic, but attempts grapples and submission before lethal attacks. For weapons, he has a pair of iron tonfa, several smaller clubs, and a “thief hook” a large blunt hook attached to a thirty foot cord, wound into a spindle underneath his wrist.

Ultimate technique: Anull: Draws Rashid to death's door, but enforces a ban on violence in a twenty foot raidus, any who defy this ban are tormented by spirits. After using this, Rashid must beat Death in a game of his choosing, if he fails, he dies permanently. to say the least, he doesn't use this except in the most desperate of circumstances.

Personality: Rashid is grim, dead serious, he says little, most of his speech is in one word phrases. If he says something, however, he means it. Of course, what would you expect from a man who should not be alive? Talzid normally keeps to himself, but when people are fighting he will intervene at the last moment. “Life is for living, do not attempt to end another’s.” he has a strong sense of justice, and is especially hard on murderers.

Past (As told by Rashid): “My story? Sorrow, Black as death. Born in Raiziel, wasteland town, swallowed by sands. Childhood was hard, but bearable. Never enough water. One day, saw a man, scars all over. Bloody tearsrunning down his face. Told mother, she did not see.
“Thought I was crazy, Exiled. A wise woman, Shalae, took me in. taught me what I was. A Sin-Eater, a ghost warden. She gave me the hand as a symbol.
I set off on a pilgrimage, became a shaman, striking deals with the dead to heal the living. One day I went too far, struck a deal with Malice. He took control. Village slaughtered. Dead piled in the center and lit on fire.
I tore my own eye out to pay the spirit, then took my own life in recompense.
Next I know, a voice says “Your time is not now!” and I am awake, no cut, only mark is my eye, blind, but for the ghosts."

Creature Type : Human

Terrain: Lyndria  

[sinku anaka]

User name: Sinku Anaka
Name: Sinku Anaka"Black Scorpion"
Age: 250
Description: Sinku is 4'11" tall and grew up in the forests of northern Scotland. He has dark grey eyes and reddish brown furr. He also has two tails and twin golden scorpion tattoos on his arms signifying his postion as leader of a pirate clan. Mostly easy going but has a short temper which gets him into trouble sometimes but his skills get him out of most problems. He is one of two surviving members of his family since they got wipped out by a dragon sent by Anubis...Anubis possesed him but Sinku has rid himself of that spirit. he wears black jeans and a mithrill chest piece and bracers on his arms to cover the tattoos(See gaia profile for an actual image)

Abilities: Controls all elements and is very good at illusions. Also an excellent sword fighter.Also when he closes his eyes he can see heat signatures allowing him to see even if there is no light. his ability to adapt to most types of fighting makes him a highly dangerous opponent when combined with his weapon abilities( don't say I didn't warn y'all)

Personality: See description

Weapons: Claymore hilt(makes the blade any element he chooses), Black mithrill long sword( has the ability to shatter other weapons and armor on contact), Light and dark katanas, Dragon horn dagger( made from the horn of the dragon that killed his family), Chakra shotgun.
Past: You don't want to know....he only tells a few his true past.

Ultimate technique: Elemental destruction( Shoots the victim with a beam of each element then all conbine into two large ones that strike from above and below acting like a guillotene)

Creature type: Legendary/enlightened

Terrain: Lyndria  

[[Faelan]]

Username: [Faelan]
Name: Tor "Torrent" Calum
Age: 22
Desc.:
Standing at 6', he stares with pale blue eyes at whatever catches his interest. Sandy blonde hair falls over them in a modest curtain. His skin is mildly tan and his lips are full. Tor has managed many smiles for someone with such a dark past, and the smiles which emerge from the depths of his pensive silence are beautiful. His entire face seems to exude light as the result of just one. A strong nose and soft but chiseled facial features are his most prominent traits. They are each gentle and resigned, yet intense and paralyzing.
Abilities: Electrical/Lightning/Ice manipulation. Hyper intelligence and speed, including in the field of technological inventions.
Personality: Tor is definitely the strong silent type in most cases. Contrarily, when you're alone with him, he'll happily be your best friend and contemplate the silliest subjects along with philosophical ones. He's unbelievably honest and genuine, caring and hard working and will stop at nothing to protect someone in need. Though he speaks little, his words will always catch you off guard. Still, his outward essence is that of a cool, jaded and hardened young man from the wrong side of the tracks.
Past: Having been addicted to nearly every addictive substance known to Lyndrian kind, legal and non, Tor has quite a story to tell. But it really begins further back than all of that. His parents were a very, very strange pair. His father a Nyxian technological master and his mother a loving Xyonite with a fascination for Nyx culture. Eventually, they met and fell into a forbidden love. Nyxians were never to breed with other species. It had literally never been done before. When the two eloped to his mother's home city of Xyon and became pregnant, they weren't certain the baby would be able to survive the genetic mixture. But as fate would have it, Tor was born with no complications and was loved unconditionally by both parents. He was easily accepted into society, as he showed no abnormal signs of his Nyxian heritage. He primarily resembled his mother and boasted a diluted version of his father's intense blue eyes.

Tor had a good life providing aid to the people of Xyon with his extraordinary abilities. He often roamed the slums, a vigilante in search of struggling citizens in the dark of night. One fateful night, his confidence got the better of him. In an attempt to rescue a beautiful young woman from the hands of a crazed gang of Surturists, he went head-to-head with their leader: a fire elemental by the name of Kai. Tor believed he could easily fend them off and he managed to free the young girl. However, one misguided blast of flames hit one of his father’s more volatile inventions nearby and erupted in an earth-shattering explosion. Tor and the majority of the gang got out alive, save for their leader who caught the full brunt of the flames. The remainder of the thugs escaped, leaving Tor mangled and charred in the gutter. The young girl whom he had rescued was watching from a distance and immediately ran for help. Tor’s father was thankfully able to restore the use of his limbs and failing organs by way of prosthetics and technological anatomic replacements. It would be months before he could function normally.

A few weeks passed and Tor returned from a long walk he had taken around the city to find a pile of black ash where his house once was. He stumbled to get a closer look and the ashes actually spelled out a message: “FOR KAI.” In that instant, he realized that his parents had both been trapped in the flames and he howled a vengeful lamentation for all of Xyon to behold. That night, he found his way to the gang headquarters and put up a good enough front, but it was a feeble attempt for justice. To his surprise, he was able to produce sparks from his prosthetic fingertips along with a freezing fog. It was barely noticeable, but he was sure he felt it. Without the full use of his body, however, he was quickly overpowered and pumped full of a nameless narcotic. Afterward, they left him in the dumpsters to awaken the next morning foaming at the mouth and shaking violently. The gang had been kind enough to leave him with a vial full of the narcotic and the label wrapped around a needle which they had tucked in his hand. Instantly, he attempted to fight against the cravings, but was no match for them and succumbed in seconds. He was hooked from then on and left Xyon for a nomadic life, leaving the shame and failure of his past behind him. Every so often, he would have illusions of the girl he saved in the slums. The same girl who saved his life. These hallucinations gave him someone to talk to and a glimmer of hope in a numb world.

Finally, after four years of this, Tor woke up in Opalescent and decided to get clean and face his past. And there Tor remains, wandering the streets in search of odd jobs. He still occasionally has illusions and succumbs to cravings, has the shakes and passes the time staring at the wall, but he is a stronger person for his struggles and grows stronger each day…
Creature Type: Human/Nyxian hybrid
Terrain: Lyndria  

[XxSerenity HeartxX]

User name: XxSilent SerenityxX

Name: Roaren Galora

Age: 23

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Description: Greasy dark haired, rugged looking man that hasn't bathed or shaved in QUITE some time

Abilities: Expert in the ways of archery and survival tactics

Personality: Determinated, free willed

Past: Around 5 years earlier Roaren was a married man, soon expecting a son. He lived in a great manor atop a hill with his wife, sister-in-law and her husband. Those were the golden days of his life. But things turned sour when a villager came with a mob and burnt down the manor. Roaren escaped with his wife to the gardens of the manor but a heart attacked claimed his wife and unborn child's lives. Engulfed in a rage he found a weapon and began to slay the mob until he was covered with blood and vowed never go through this ever again and left to become a monk in a far away citadel. However he never reached any monetary but was attacked by an ambush and was forced to run and take refuge in the woods.

Terrain: Black Woode