Blackmore: Book of Shadows (CLOSED)

[Arch Mage]

Post all incoming characters here, and you're free to join in the storyline.


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[TurtleGod]

Full Name: Leo Neonio


Preferred name: Len


Age/Date of Birth: Confidential information


Sex: Male


Race: Human/(Distantly related) Angel


Build: (?)


Eyes: Green


Hair: Brown with a hint of orange in the back


Clothes Style: Usually wears stripes, polo, and student uniform.


Appearance: It's all described above, no?


Weapons (if any): A magnum, and nunchucks.


Occupation(s): Student/(To Be) Sorcerer


Special Abilities/Skills: Mastery of X-ray vision, and aim.


Activities/Organizations: None as of the moment.


Hobbies: Spinning pens with his fingers.


Interests: Skateboards, sorcery.


Serious Problems/Flaws/Addictions/Disorders/Disabilities: One leg was severed when his dad got


in an accident. Has OCD, and is not very strong.


Lives with: Himself (as of the moment)


Current Relationship Status: Single


Family: An orphan since birth. Mother died giving birth to him, and father died shortly after leaving the hospital in an accident. He just barely survived.


(God, this is big.)

 

[Narwhalia]

Saba Osheen

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Nickname:


Doe

Title:

Lady of the forest

Preferred name: .

Sable

Age/Date of Birth:

Unknown (looks to be about 21)

Sex:

Female

Sexual Orientation/Gender Identity:

Pansexual/Female

Race:

Shapeshifter

Skin Tone:

Pale and Freckled

Height:

5'00"

Weight:

110lbs

Build:

Skinny

Eyes:

Pale blue green

Hair:

Long thin red hair

Clothes Style:

Boho

Tattoos, Piercings, Marks, Scars, etc.:

Weapons (if any):

A Bow

Occupation:

PETA Activist Leader, Head Librarian

Special Abilities/Skills:

Shapeshift into a Doe(female deer) at will, calming people by making eye contact

Activities/Organizations:

PETA, Library

Hobbies:

Reading, Writing, Walking through the Woods in the morning

Interests:

Innocents, Animals

Serious Problems/Flaws/Addictions/Disorders/Disabilities:

Weak, Shy, Naive, Easily Tricked,

Lives with:

By herself on her land.

Current Relationship Status:

Widowed

Relationship History:

Was once married, But her family has long since died off aside from her son who is in the army.

Family:

Oisín(Buck) Osheen(first and last name are pronounced the same, so thy call him Buck)

Other Biographical Remarks:

From the Celtic Myth Oisín (or The little Fawn)

Years past after what happened in the story and Saba finally found a way to break her curse that bound her to Fer Doirich. She returned to Fionn, the man raising her Oisín. They raised him, gradually realizing that as the boy grew, Fionn aged, yet Saba did not. As wrinkles and spots stained his once youthful skin, her's stayed fair and beautiful. He eventually died, Oisín joined the army, and seemed to have inherited her immortality. He decided, once he grew into a man, that he would continue to fight in wars, traveling the world as he did so and leaving his mother all alone once again.

 

[Status Undead]

Full Name: Eska Sureal


Age/Date of Birth: 23


Sex: Female


Sexual Orientation/Gender Identity: Straight


Race: Human/Native American


Skin Tone: Tan


Height: 5'6"


Weight: 130


Build: Average


Eyes: Dull Blue (Blind)


Hair: Long dark brown


Clothes Style: Semi-tomboyish t-shirt and cargo shorts, no matter the weather.


Tattoos, Piercings, Marks, Scars, etc.: A large scar across her lower back, as if it was ripped open and healed horribly.


Weapons (if any): None


Occupation(s): Nomad/wanderer


Appearance: She has a small, round face with lightly freckled cheeks. Her small nose compliments her smile when it wrinkles as her teeth show in a goofy grin. She often stands with a slouch, playing with her long, straight hair over one shoulder, which reaches nearly to her hips. Her eyes are dulled due to her blindness that she was born with, though she can see fine through Feebee, her inner demon. She is often thought to be day dreaming as she never seems to pay attention to anything, despite the fact that she does pay attention.


Special Abilities/Skills: She is a demon whisperer of sorts. She houses a demon inside of her and can call upon other demons from the demon world, taking on parts of their physical appearance, along with some of their demonic abilities to keep herself safe.


Activities/Organizations: She regularly communicates and participates with demons and their events.


Hobbies: Talking with demons an learning about their culture and history.


Interests: Demons.


Serious Problems/Flaws/Addictions/Disorders/Disabilities: She is blind without her demon's sight. She doesn't often communicate with other humans, finding demons generally more trustworthy.


Lives with: No one.


Current Relationship Status: Single.


Relationship History: None.


Family: No known relatives.


Other Biographical Remarks:For as long as she could remember, it's always been her and her demon, Feebee, short for FB, which is also short for Firebrand. (Five points if you get the reference ) Feebee is a male demon who once held great power in the demon world, but has since grown attached to Eska. He used to be a ten foot red demon with wings, a nasty temper, and fire breathing abilities, along with shape shifting into various demons, but is now nothing but a simple demonic spirit withing Eska.

 

[CrimsonEclipse]

Full Name:


Reynardine Crevass


Aliases/Nicknames (if any):


Reynard


Title(s):


The Whisperer


Preferred name: .


Reynardine


Age/Date of Birth:


He claims to have been born on April 18, 1990, which makes him 24. But he seems older an more mature than what he claims to be.


Sex:


Male


Sexual Orientation/Gender Identity:


Heterosexual


Race:


Wraith


Skin Tone:


Pale


Height:


6'3 ft.


Weight:


183 lbs.


Build:


Lean and Lithe


Eyes:


One is blue and the other green


Hair:


Black


Clothes Style:

Tattoos, Piercings, Marks, Scars, etc.:


None


Appearance:


Human

Wraith

Weapons (if any):


When he is in human form, he always carries with him two pistols, loaded with silver bullets. He also has a rapier, made from silver as well. As a wraith, his claws are sharp enough to cut through concrete, his shrieks are also quite dangerous, as the frequency is too high and it might even prove fatal if overexposed to it.


Occupation(s):


An apothecarist. He has a shop, to which people and creatures of all sorts go there to seek his help, to look for cures science and technology could not give them. He's also a renowned and feared bounty hunter, ridding the streets of the scum that plagued Blackmore.


Special Abilities/Skills:


He's ambidextrous and has a photographic memory, which helped him quite a number of times. He is also skilled with the the weapons he has, using them with ease. He's also skilled in hand to hand combat. His knowledge for herbs and medicinal plants are remarkable, as well as his skills for turning them into healing salves and elixirs. He can also mimic another's voice, with little to no flaw, as well as other sound and noises (i.e. tweeting of birds, barking of dogs, honking of cars..) which proves as an excellent distraction.


Activities/Organizations:


None. He's a freelancer.


Hobbies:


Reading, gardening, playing the violin and the piano, singing


Interests:


Cats and dogs, especially puppies and kittens, herbs, elixirs and potions, coffee


Serious Problems/Flaws/Addictions/Disorders/Disabilities:


He's finding it hard to trust, not letting anyone penetrate his tough and cold exterior. He's also afraid of frogs and snakes for some reason unknown.


Lives with:


No one


Current Relationship Status:


Single


Relationship History:


Never had any family or close friends.


Family:


None that he knows of.


Other Biographical Remarks: Nothing is known to him prior his arrival to Blackmore, and he never shares anything about his past. All that anyone knows is that he did something horrible, but he never elaborates.

 

[Dark_Psycho]

Fiñ


Full Name: Lexington Rath Valdez


Aliases/Nicknames (if any): Val and Ren


Title(s): Sea Witch, Song Queen of Death


Preferred name: Lexi


Age/Date of Birth: unknown( as of now she looked 21 in the human world. )


Sex: Female


Sexual Orientation/Gender Identity: Heterosexual/female


Race: Siren


Skin Tone: Paler then the moon


Height: 5'9


Weight: 125


Build:Toned but not built. She was strong under a small frame.


Eyes: Bluer then the ocean on a clear day


Hair: long straight white blonde hair that reached the middle of her back


Clothes Style: Beach girl:

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Tattoos, Piercings, Marks, Scars, etc.:


She had an infinity tattoo on her wrist other then that her skin was flawless

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yes this is really my tattoo

Appearance:

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Siren Form:

Weapons (if any): Lexi's sing song voice was deadly on it own. Her songs were enchanting and when you got close enough she could kill you, eat you or just toy with you depends on her mood. In the case her voice didn't work she carried a small metal dagger.


Occupation(s): wander, she could be an Olympic swimmer, she how ever decided not to.


Special Abilities/Skills:


Can swim, sing, and turn her fins into legs to walk on land. She was also was skilled in hand to hand combat. She also had Glamour this was what made her look like your ideal woman well for a sailor that is.


Activities/Organizations: regularly swims and sings.


Hobbies: singing, swimming, sinking ships and luring sailors to there death.


Interests: lexi thought humans were fascinating, but not as fascinating as some of the inhabitants from where she lived. She loves to learn about both and watch them.


Serious Problems/Flaws/Addictions/Disorders/Disabilities:


Flaws were her pride. She was so proud of how she acted it would land her in some real trouble. She also would not listen to other's warnings thinking she knew best. She was a learn it the hard way type of girl.She was also very vain and cared how she looked. Even in her natural form.


Lives with: a pet otter named Otto.


Current Relationship Status: None atm


Relationship History: She had many, but all wound up on shore smiling and dead. She wouldn't keep any guy for long.


Family: She had none she knew of.


Other Biographical Remarks:


Her "Legend" derived from Celtic myth. They were a sailors worst night mare. She how ever was no myth. The Scottish also had a story about her kind as many cultures in Europe did about the sea witch's and there trickery.


Lexi had always luved on a coast. She was never to far from the ocean. The ocean seemed to always call her back. Even when being on land for months. She would always return to the sea. It was her home and where she felt most comfortable.


Irish Ice Queen

 

[Narwhalia]

Deirdre

Nicknames :

Ghost

Title:

Daughter of Deimos, Greek god of Fear and Terror

Age/Date of Birth:

Unknown

Sex:

Female

Sexual Orientation/Gender Identity:

Bisexual

Race:

Demi-God

Skin Tone:

Pale

Height:

5'5"

Weight:

120lbs

Build:

Skinny, but toned

Eyes:

White (turn all black when she is mad)

Hair:

Long straight and white

Clothes Style:

Gothic

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Tattoos, Piercings, Marks, Scars, etc.:

(left arm)

Weapons (if any):

none

Occupation(s):

Tattoo Artist at 'Fear Ink'

Owns a haunted antique store next to the tattoo shop

Special Abilities/Skills:

Can cause someone to see what she wants them too, can strike fear in the heart of any mortal.

Activities/Organizations:

tattooing

Hobbies:

drawing, listening to music, riding her horse shadow

, Singing

Interests:

Scary Movies and books, Halloween, old Hospitals, Ghosts, Demons, etc.

Serious Problems/Flaws/Addictions/Disorders/Disabilities:

Mild Schizophrenia and Bipolar, Depression, Anxiety, Night Terrors.

Lives with:

Her mother's ghost on her old

Current Relationship Status:

Single

Relationship History:

A few people that ended up scared away by either her or her family

Family:

Her Mother (Claudia) and Her father the greek god Deimos

Other Biographical Remarks:

As a young child, her father and mother both put their lives aside to take care of her, though her mother died when Deirdre was only 16. her father put a cures of sorts to keep her mother from moving on to the underworld so that she can take care of Deirdre. Deimos left the two when something went wrong in Olympus, leaving young Deidre to take care of herself with nothing but the advice from her mother keeping her on track.

(her face is always smudged and impossible to make out.)

 

[LazyBasil]

Full Name :

Dagerrel Woaken

Aliases/Nicknames :

"Strange Tree Creature", "Oi, you plant!", "Mr. Bush, sir", "That awkward man with the leaves in his hair." Any of these will do.

Title :

Well, technically speaking, he is the Guardian of the Forest for the region. But that's really quite formal, don't you think?

Preferred name :

Good Sir Stickfingers has no preferences. He doesn't care too much about such nonsense.

Age/Date of Birth :

He was created with the first seed to migrate to the lands, so technically speaking, he's ages upon ages old. But as for his maturity in relation to his peers, he's rather young. The equivalent of a young adult in human terms.

Sex :

He is seen as male, but has yet to personally approve or disapprove this fact

Sexual Orientation/Gender Identity :

He's a tree. He does tree things. The notion of gender and sexuality confuses him, so he has neglected to respond to this particular question.

Race :

Dryad - Tree Type

Skin Tone :

Ranges from dark green to a pretty bark brown depending on where it is you choose to take the skin sample.

Height :

Variable. Will change according to daily water and sunlight intake. But usually he averages at 7'6" when humanoid.

Weight :

Heavy. No one has managed to get him onto a scale to confirm his exact poundage. But I can fully assure you one thing. He is heavy.

Build :

In his more humanoid shapes he appears to be leanly muscled most of the time.

Eyes :

The only constant between his shapes, they always look as if they have been carved from wood, a distinct shade of striped dark brown from the pupil to the scelera.

Hair :

Ranges from nonexistent to bark to leafy to a curly brown mop, all depending on the specific amount of human he feels like emulating

Clothes Style :

Again, nonexistent to bark to leafy, but when feeling the need to fully insinuate himself into society (a rare time indeed), he can be seen wearing some sort of brown coat and trousers combo - but never any footwear. It unnerves him to not be able to touch the ground at any moment.

Tattoos, Piercings, Marks, Scars, etc. :

Nothing applicable. His form is pretty fluid so he cannot retain such permanent marks as tattoos and scars for very long.

Appearance :

He's got three main forms, a straight up, honest to god tree - the breed and species can vary, but he is partial to oaks - a slightly more humanoid type, most closely compared to Groot from Guardians of the Galaxy - also variable and most commonly used amongst company - and finally his human lookalike shape. He appears to basically resemble a tall, lanky human male with darker, almost brown but not quite olive skin, slightly longer than average limbs, with alarmingly flat soles on his feet.

Weapons :

While he dislikes violence in any shape or form and strongly discourages it within his domain, he is fully aware of the predator prey relationship. He carries no direct weapons, but it is not too difficult to meld his body into a blade or two.

Occupation :

Technically, he is the Guardian of the Forest, but unless he is directly called upon by his denizens or close acquaintances, he tends not to involve himself directly with much of anything.

Special Abilities/Skills :

Any and all types of physical body modifications regarding shape are technically possible for Dagerrel they are limited not only by the fact that he is literally a tree, but also by the properties of space and mass. He cannot suddenly grow to 5000 meters tall at the blink of an eye, he has a specific, while still formidable mass he must stick to.

Also, while he does not have instant healing and regenerative abilities he can heal quickly as long he has direct access to sunlight and a fresh body of water.

Activities/Organizations :

Closely integrated in the doings of his Forest, being as he is the Guardian.

Hobbies :

If he is not sorting the peace, you may catch him doing one thing and one thing only. Thinking. He spends a great amount of time in contemplation, wondering the ins and outs of the universe. It's actually quite ridiculous. In the middle of conversation he is known to suddenly stop, his body frozen but his eyes dazed as his mind approaches a new line of thought.

Interests :

Thinking. The silence and relative quiet of his forest and the preservation thereof. That's really it.

Serious Problems/Flaws/Addictions/Disorders/Disabilities :

He does not integrate with people, or even animals all too well. He would much rather be alone than socialize, which leaves him at a distinct disadvantage to the charismatic and intelligent. Dagerrel is as gullible as a one year old baby tempted with a lollipop and he has yet to actually understand that, yes, people can lie. Which can prove to be embarrassingly problematic later on in the road.

And then, of course, he is a plant. The good old tried and true method of gasoline and a match tends to do a lot of damage, regardless of his shape.

Lives with :

No one in particular. He doesn't even live in a specific place beyond the forest. If he happens to require sleep on a walk through the trees, he'll stick his roots down right there and take a nap. He does not care as the whole area is his and he trusts everything around him rather intimately.

Current Relationship Status :

Unaware.

Relationship History :

Unknown.

Family :

Uninformed

Other Biographical Remarks :

He tends to be a rather blunt fellow. Has yet to acquire a sense of delicacy or tact in really anything. Be aware, he will state the obvious with no remorse.

Also, his human appearance is naught but a complicated illusion gifted to him by an adventurer ages ago. He is still truly wooden, it's just really really really difficult (basically impossible) to sense, let alone spy, the lie.

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[Uncle ShortyB]

Full Name:


Markus V Koch


Aliases/Nicknames (if any):


Mark, Mjothvitnir, Cookie


Title(s):


Mead-Wolf, Chef


Preferred name: .


Markus


Age/Date of Birth:


Markus is about 28 years old, but he doesn't give this information up easily


Sex:


Male, though his mother's beard is much longer than his.


Sexual Orientation/Gender Identity:


Markus claims to be too focused on his work as a chef to be interested in any "relations", but he has been known to check out any of the new commis regardless of their gender. He's definitely a man's man/dwarf.


Race:


Halfling. Half human, half Dwergaz (Dwarf) on his mother's side.


Skin Tone:


Markus's skin is as pale as a bowl of cream, but nowhere near as smooth


Height:


Markus comes in at about 5'3"


Weight:


He weighs about 150 pounds, most of it being muscle.


Build:


Markus is stocky. Like, built like a brick house stocky.


Eyes:


He's got dark grey eyes, kinda like shale but a touch darker.


Hair:


Markus keeps his hair in a somewhat short black mohawk, no more than an inch or two in length. He never spikes it up, mostly out of laziness and an unwillingness to have to wash it every morning before he leaves for work. As far as facial hair is concerned, Markus keeps a 2 foot long beard in a tight braid with some pewter beads with angular designs woven into it. He has to stuff it into a beard net when he works but he's unwilling to cut it off and betray his heritage.


Clothes Style:


Markus dresses rather simply on his days off, usually in t-shirts and jeans with boots, if he doesn't just wear his chef pants. His shirts are usually covered in angular designs or logos from vendors he buys ingredients from. When he's at work he wears a dark grey ten pearl coat and chef pants, along with his toque and boots and so on.


Tattoos, Piercings, Marks, Scars, etc.:


Markus has a few tattoos, though most of them are on his shoulders, and they're all in runic script. He claims the translation is a recipe for soup, but the actual translation is a rundown of his lineage on his mother's side. He has a few rings in his eyebrows and a few in his ears but he only wears those on his days off for health code reasons. His hands have a few scars along his fingers and knuckles from his time spent boxing, as well as the various cuts he gained in culinary school.


Appearance:


Markus isn't an unattractive man, nor is he an attractive one. He's fairly well kept as far as hygiene goes but he doesn't really care about how he looks to other people. He's definitely more Dwarven looking than human, but that's something you'd really have to stare at him to notice and in that time he'd probably try and get you to attack him for staring. He's almost always wearing boots that add about two inches to his height, but more for the ability to reach things than anything to do with insecurity.


Weapons (if any):


Markus doesn't exactly need weapons to cause harm, having been a boxer for a few years in his late teens/early twenties, but he keeps his knives sharp enough to more than dissuade someone from trying anything he doesn't like.


Occupation(s):


Markus is head chef at a relatively nice restaurant in town, but he has been known to take a few days off to work in mines with his family every couple of years.


Special Abilities/Skills:


Markus is a trained chef and can more than feed an army with a handful of ingredients. Aside from that, Markus is rather good at hand-to-hand combat and not a slouch with a knife either. Finally, he knows more than a few things about brewing beer and mead and so on and has been known to hand out bottles of his home brew concoctions to people he considers friends.


Activities/Organizations:


Markus is a member of both the ACF and the AHA.


Hobbies:


Brewing beer, brewing mead, drinking beer and mead, sharpening knives a bit more than strictly necessary


Interests:


Culinary history, Dwergaz literature, swearing at commis


Serious Problems/Flaws/Addictions/Disorders/Disabilities:


Markus is a bit unpleasant if he hasn't had anything alcoholic for a while though not for any stereotypical dwarf reason. He smokes about a half a pack of cigarettes a day, which is less than he has in a long, long time.


Lives with:


Currently no one. Not that he lives in a big enough apartment to really justify getting a room mate.


Current Relationship Status:


Single, mostly because he can be a bit... unpleasant.


Relationship History:


A few ladies and men, both human and dwarf, all of which left him because he's kind of hard to put up with.


Family:


He maintains contact with both his human and dwarf families though he does try to see his dwarf family more often due to how difficult it can be to find them.


Other Biographical Remarks:


Markus isn't too fond of people making short jokes about him, and will usually goad people into trying to punch him for doing so. Anyone who can actually get him to stumble back immediately earns his trust.


His mother named him Mjothvitnir after his distant ancestor, who she believes was partially responsible for creating Gleipnir and restraining Fenrir. Markus, like many people in his family, is terrified of Fenrir returning and pursuing the youngest descendant of Mjothvitnir, which would in this case be Markus.


The second youngest of his siblings, Bofur, is about 200 years older than him and she brags about it to him every chance she gets.

 

[Alterius]

Full Name: Velexus Arcan


Aliases/Nicknames (if any): Blazing prince, Burning blade


Title(s): Prince of the lost kingdom


Preferred name: . Vel


Age/Date of Birth: Can't remember.


Sex: Male


Sexual Orientation/Gender Identity: Hetereosexual


Race: fallen/human mix breed


Skin Tone: a light milk chocolate or a dark caramel


Height: 5' 3"


Weight: 124 mostly muscle


Build: Young but quite strong for his age due to his training from his swords master.


Eyes: and odd crimson they burn brightly and often reflect his flames with a terrifying effect.


Hair: a darker crimson


Clothes Style: when he actually starts wearing modern clothes he prefers casual yet stylish such as :<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_09/image.jpg.0843723698803d8005f198cc505bd214.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="30348" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_09/image.jpg.0843723698803d8005f198cc505bd214.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>


Tattoos, Piercings, Marks, Scars, etc.: One tattoo on his shoulder depicting the elements<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_09/image.jpg.9d22136528e299867114470125bade2c.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="30349" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_09/image.jpg.9d22136528e299867114470125bade2c.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>


Appearance:<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_09/image.jpg.a9b653df9dc3513d82fec5cec6d97f1b.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="30350" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_09/image.jpg.a9b653df9dc3513d82fec5cec6d97f1b.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>(Features, clothes, and sword)<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_09/image.jpg.72bdc79e2fbbff9a2f025a6d726d8d92.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="30351" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_09/image.jpg.72bdc79e2fbbff9a2f025a6d726d8d92.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>(Body type)


Weapons (if any): He uses a sword with a flame affinity allowing him to channel his power through it in multiple ways.


Occupation(s): None


Special Abilities/Skills: He is able to use fire magic and is stronger with it than other spells. He has the ability and potential to use other magic but without instruction can only dream of mastering them.


Activities/Organizations: none.


Hobbies: Swordplay and magical combat. Liked to participate in tournaments when his father allowed it.


Interests: Regaining his kingdom


Serious Problems/Flaws/Addictions/Disorders/Disabilities: Being young he still has his fears and pride. Though somewhat mature for his age he will have his childlike qualities and moments beyond his intelligence.


Lives with:No one


Current Relationship Status: Nothing


Relationship History: He was setup with a princess of a neighboring kingdom and had spent enough time with her to form a crush, they cared for each other and those feelings are still in Vel beneath his made persona


Family: Deceased


Other Biographical Remarks: The son of the infamous fallen angel of flame, Idrael and the queen of Elyon, Alanea his blood is both royal and demonic.


( I know it's late and I'm really sorry)

 

[Dark_Psycho]

Closed no longer in progress


Irish Ice Queen

 

[TurtleGod]

But why is it closed?

 

[CrimsonEclipse]

The story got messed up, it's like each people has their own story, their own plot.

 

[TurtleGod]

Oh, that's explained better.


Yeah, everyone's doing their own thing.

 

[Dark_Psycho]

It is up dears


http://www.rpnation.com/index.php?threads/65470/


Irish Ice Queen