Fantasy Carry On To Chaos (CS)

[Caffeine_Obsessed]

This is the Character Sheet thread! Once both First Rose and I have reacted to your post, it will be accepted! Then we will send you a discord link via dm. Same rules apply, characters cannot be too OP, they must have limits and weaknesses. You can use a code if you want, but it is not required.

Spoiler: CS guide

(Delete what I have put in parenthesis)

Name-
(your character's name)

Nickname-
(Your characters nickname or alias if they have one)

Age-

Gender-

Sexuality-

Species-
(Your character's species, (if they are a human put human))

Basic Personality-

Appearance Description-

Equipment/weapons-

Powers/abilities (If any)-

Strengths-

Weaknesses-

Backstory-

Name of World they came from, and a description-
(If you have a picture then a picture, though it is not required.)

Once again, if you have any questions, DM us! =}​

 

[TheForce]

Name- Leonard Reticule

Nickname- Leon

Age-19 yrs

Gender- Male

Sexuality- Heterosexual

Species- Human

Basic Personality- Leon is a bit of a distant and standoffish kind of guy. He is stubborn and persistent never really backing down, even when he seems like he is its more likely that he is just reassessing his approach. He tends to try and act tough all the time but secretly isn’t half the badass he pretends to be. He hides his vulnerabilites behind humor, sarcasm, and snark but they are still there. Evidence for these vulnerabilities can be found with the way he shies away from friends and loved ones out of fear of losing them or being betrayed. One would also have a hard time missing the way he eats, quickly and sloppily as if he believes someone will come and take it from him. He also tends to flinch and stiffen up when he hears loud bangs, roars, or sees smoke in the distance. Most also note that he often looks tired and his closest neighbors can hear him wake up screaming once or twice a night usually.

Equipment/weapons-

The demon blade Legion- A sword containing the Souls of 33,000 demons along with Leonard’s soul. It is bound to Leonard only revealing its power to him unless he is killed at which point it will bond to another user after consuming their soul as a price for the contract. The blade allows the weilder to channel the power of the demons contained within it into themselves however it is usually limited by the physical toughness of the user and their spiritual awareness. Leonard is able to channel up to three demon souls comfortably, and can go up to five at the cost of damaging his own body and potentially killing himself in the process. The blade itself is nigh unbreakable.

Powers/abilities (If any)-
Supernatural swordsmanship- Leonard is capable of cutting nearly anything by infusing his blade with the demonic power he draws from it, this includes things that would otherwise be unaffected by a sword swing like fire or lighting. He can also channel this energy into specialized attacks like firing cutting arcs, incredibly high speed slashes, and omnidirectional circular slashes, however these specialized attacks require him to expend the full power of a demon soul limiting him to between three and five special moves. While channeling delonic power his phyical prowess is multiplied by the number of demons he is channeling. For example when channeling one demon he is twice as fast strong and durable as a healthy well trained human, when channeling three demons his might is three times that.

Strengths-
Fearless: When you are raised in a hell on earth you tend to be rather bold and numb to terror.

Scaling warrior: Leon can face a good deal of foes on even terms and will often increase his might to better match his foes if he can.

Decently skilled: Despite his rough outward appearance, leonard was actually trained by a pretty talented swordsman.

Intelligence: He may be bullheaded and stubborn but he is actually rather sharp with a quick wit and a slow temper. His approach to most situations tends to be to learn more and figure out the easiest way to handle it.

Weaknesses-
Self destruction: The use of his power without careful consideration will damage leonards body and the damage can very quickly become life threatening.

Untrustworthy: Leonard does whats best for himself which doesnt always work out for others. Worse yet he isn’t even shy about it and will tell you to your dace that if he serves to gain more by leaving your side he will. Due to this most wouldn’t trust him with anything that requires loyalty.

Sleep deprived: Leonard only ever gets about two or three hours of sleep at a time spending most of his night waking up and struggling to fall back asleep. Due to this his stamina suffers pretty greatly and he tires out easily.

Bad habits: one wouldnt exactly call Leonard’s habits healthy. He smokes tobacco, he drinks alcohol, and has been known to use such vices at inopportune times.

Backstory- When leon was born his world had already begun to crumble. He never met his father, and his mother died shortly after he turned two years old so he doesn’t remember her very much either. Instead he was raised by a psychic named Eleazar who found the toddler about to be devoured by a devil. He was only eleven years old when he saw eleazar be killed facing a demon named Wrath, yet many more would fall to that creature. While leonard hid he also saw the legendary hero Susanno be cut down by the demon and he was snapped out of his stupor by the dead mans sacred blade landing at his feet. With nearly a decade of pent up angst and anxiety he took the sword and tentatively snuck up on the mighty devil. With a shout rue young preteen Leon plunged the blade into the demons back and was shocked to see the demon implode into the sword. Unfortunately the implosion pulled the boys soul from him and nearly killed him alongside the demon however one of the remaining heroes from the battle was a sorcerer who managed to wrest the kids soul out of the sword though both had become tainted.

The legendary demon sealing sword had bonded to leons soul as it did with each previous user. However Leonards soul was corrupted as he hadnt learned to fortify it yet. As such the blade reflected its new masters soul and allowed the endless army of demons sealed within it to become the power of the boy rather than the divine sealing powers it had before. The next eight years leon spent learning to harness the demons, fortifying his spirit to strengthen his limits, and training under the legendary swordsmans son to learn how to be a true master of the once sacred blade. Unfortunately the death of the legendary sword master who once held the divine blade was just the sign that the demon lords needed to personally arrive in the world and begin their second wave with gusto. Try as he might leonard was no match for such powerful demons and his allies would fall one by one with each attempted raid on the mighty beings. Finally the lords grew tired of the psychic warriors and launched a coordinated raid on their apparently not so secret base. While leon intended to fight them to the death he found himself instead whisked away to another dimension, powerless to save his friends or his world he seeks a way to get back…even though he knows it would just mean his ensured death.

Name of World they came from, and a description-

Armageddon- The universe Leonard was born in was one that was three decades into the end of the world. Their universes version of hell had somehow organized and invaded earth, along with countless alien worlds. Many psychics come from this realm and had spent the past 30 years trying to fight back the demons. But after the fall of their greatest champion the demon lords moved in, Leonard was cast out of his own universe by one of his trusted allies in an effort to save him so that he could one day return and bring the invading force to its knees.​

 

[Caffeine_Obsessed]

Spoiler: Rhys FC

Name-
Rhys Allaband

Nickname-
Sparki

Age-
25

Gender-
Male

Sexuality-
Demisexual

Species-
Human/Warlock

Basic Personality-
Rhys is a wild, destructive person who has a taste for thrill. He is extremely impulsive, much rather feeling the need to act before thinking. He is blunt and abrasive, not really thinking enough ahead to stop himself from saying something. He is a terrible liar. Rhys is courageous and usually holds no hesitation with his actions. He sometimes speaks his thoughts out loud, and acts on them as well. He has a huge curiosity that he cannot contain, usually going out of his way to sate it. He lives by the saying "Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back." He has a hard time staying in one place, and is very paranoid about the things around him. Despite everything, he is a very needy person- needing physical and emotional contact with others just to feel content. He gets upset easily, and is very distraught when he thinks he has upset someone, despite not caring what he said or did beforehand.

Appearance Description-
Nearly at all times you would find Rhys with a pumpkin on his head, or something covering his face. Most of the time his head/pumpkin will be on fire. His body is strong and sturdy, but not bulky or stiff enough that he wouldn't be agile. His body gives off an unusual amount of body heat, commonly feeling like a furnace. He always covers up, rarely ever showing a hint of his skin due to the devastating scorch/burn marks he got from when he was younger.

Equipment/weapons-

Spoiler: Lavastone Whip Sword

Lavastone-
This sword can stiffen so he could use it as a normal sword, once the chains inside the sword loosen- making it into a scorpion whip. Once he gets fire flowing into it however, it becomes heated, sometimes even enough to drip magma. However if he lessons the fire flow, the blade will be surrounded in fire, it will not drip lava.The sword never melts.

Powers/abilities (If any)-
He has control over heat and fire. If he makes enough heat, he is able to make lava/magma, though it does take more effort. He can make his whole body light up in flames, or just sections of it if he so chooses. Most of the time it's just his head.

Strengths-

+ He is courageous, never feeling afraid to step up or make the first move.

+ His curiosity is nearly insatiable, always wondering about something or exploring what he sees as a mystery.

+ He has confidence and will that are generally unwavering.

+ He has fairly good control over his fire and weapon

+ He does what he wants, or what he thinks is right at the moment

+ He is ambitious, always feeling the need to succeed in whatever he's doing

Weaknesses-

- He is occasionally harsh, rarely ever mincing his words to be heard kinder

- His ' no hesitation ' policy most of the time will lead him to mistakes, some dire- others not so.

- He acts before thinking things through clearly.

- Sometimes what he thinks is right at the moment, will sometimes later prove to be wrong. He doesn't realize until it happens.

- His heat and flames can sometimes get out of his control, especially if he is distracted or emotional.

- He is clumsy, never really paying attention to his balance or surroundings.

Backstory-
He grew up on the streets, his parents doing whatever they could to care for their only child. However, this was not a rarity. He got his fire ability when he was just 5 years old. At first, his parents thought Rhys was ill due to his drastic increase in body heat. They tried to help, covering him in whatever clothes they could find to keep him warm against the biting cold. However, after a week of his body heat increasing by the day, to where they could barely hold him- else they were burned- they sobbed as they realized they would lose their only boy. They spent day by day by his side, waiting for his inevitable death. However it never came, but they had given up. As they decided they were going to " end him of his misery " HIs body exploded into flames, scorching him and killing his parents before they could even touch him.

He survived, but they didn't. His skin was left with burn marks nearly everywhere. Along with the pain, he was afraid and disgusted with himself. He didn't know how to continue on, especially at such a young age. All he knew, is that he couldn't let the authorities take him.

He grew up by himself, never settling down and never resting. Since he had a lot of free time over the years, he taught himself how to control his flames. He eventually entered an underground group full of people who had powers. He felt hope. He finally wasn't alone anymore. The next few years of riling up more magic users, one by one new groups were popping up. They rallied up, and overthrew the government. Everywhere in the world was anarchy, as the surge of powers never seemed to stop. He lead them all, determined to be free.

Of course, there were those that were against them, determined to get rid of powers for good. As more power users stood up, just as much power executioners were after them.

He spent the rest of his life fighting, the world already a disaster. However he kept on, because he wasn't alone now. He would not stop until they were free.

Just as they arrived at the enemy's main territory to stop them once and for all, he was whisked away to somewhere unknown. Having the urgency to get back to fight for the ones he cared about, he is set on returning, not willing to let them fight alone.

Name of World they came from, and a description-

Spoiler: His world

Genix

A world full of anarchy, where once before- powers did not exist. Until a huge surge of powers appeared one by one, standing up and expressing themselves. Those that were against them fought to kill them all, but the power users fought back. They have been fighting for years, destroying the world once city at a time with wars and riots. There were rarely ever glimpse of peace. the air is filled wit smoke and most building around the world are in ruins.​

 

[Knight boi]

Name:
John Adams

Mr.Mask

Age:
22

Gender:
Male

Sexuality:
Heterosexual

Species:
Human
(Stand user)

Basic Personality:
He goes by the name of Mr.Mask, a cold and distant fellow, he could be quite cold and always watches from a far though isn’t afraid to get his hands dirty if it’s needed, though since he required a stand he became much more powerful than he ever was, and he plans to stay one.

Weapon:
Umarex revolver
(He rarely uses it though
​

Powers/ability:
John’s ‘ability’ is that he poses the power of a stand, a supernatural being that represents him and his personality being a representation of John on a supernatural spectrum, his stands name is BLOOD SPLATTER!

Stand ability:
Blood splatters ability is to control and manipulate the flow of blood it’s self, it’s able to control it and phase through and turn it into a lethal weapon valve to harm foes and enemies, he also has the ability to phase through blood depending on how much blood has been spilt. The stand can throw punches and block very well and has super strength and durability.

Strengths

-Speed
Speed is major Allie for both him and the stand he posses, he can throw a wave of punches in a short period of time being even lethal to the enemy.
-Durability
A true strength of him and his stand, able to take a hit whenever and however it is, no matter how much the pain it brings him.
-Accuracy
He posses highly great accuracy and a great aim for throwing punches against his foes.

Weaknesses:
Strength-
Though having supernatural strength, he has to posses a wave of punches to kill someone with it.
Distance-
This is a major flaw for him, he has to get up close and personal for his ability to even work, and he has to cause enough pain to make them bleed.
Homeworld:
​

This world is much similar to the earth we live in, except it rains constantly with heavy precipitation.

Backstory:
John grew up in a family of crime well known for fighting for what’s right and giving to the people.
John’s family also obtained stands, a supernatural being the resembles their person with a life of their own, and John used this to advantage, killing and assassinating corrupt leaders in the city the lived in until he was called into the multiverse.

 

[Coffeepot Giraffe]

Name-
Matamalo

Nickname-
The Wild Prince
Starchild

Age-
Unknown, even to themself, as they are immortal (looks the age of 17)

Gender-
He/Him

Sexuality-
Bisexual

Species-
Wildling

Basic Personality-
Skittish, nervous around people, but quite kind once they open up.

Appearance Description-


Equipment/weapons-
A simple spear, carved from the bone of a dragon.

A cloak adorned with natural-like patterns.


Powers/abilities (If any)-
Able to commune with nature. (in almost everyway possible, and some that aren't)
Extremely proficient in druidic/fae magic (think D&D druids).
Adept with rune magic.

Strengths-
Knows how to survive in many scenarios, and can figure out how to in others.
Quite intelligent and has a good memory.
Very skilled with most polearms.
Has an incredible amount of mana.

Weaknesses-
Prefers to talk to nature spirits than people.
Very distrustful of new people.
Will not hesitate to kill someone if he believes they are plotting against him. He won't even interrogate them.

Backstory-
There once was an ancient forest that had a friend. But that friend was human, and destined to die long before the forest.

But the forest refused to accept this.

And when it happened, the forest preserved the body of the human, weaving magic to restore its youth.

But the human did not wake up.

And the forest refused to accept this.

It reached out, far, much farther than it should have gone, and drew the attention....

of one of Them.

Why do you reach out? It asked, nearly crushing the forest under the magnitude of Its gaze.

I refuse to accept it.

Refuse to accept what?

My friend's death.

He is gone. Not even We can bring him back.

...

Very well. I shall weave his body a new soul.

And so It began to weave a new soul for the body, out of very stuff of the wilderness.

From the chirping of crickets during twilight, the quiet sift of wind through grass, the stubborn growth of ancient trees, and the soft falling of rain, to the suddenness of lightning strikes, the violent squalls of tornados, and the all consuming rampage of wildfires. The savage beauty of frozen wastelands, the marvel of the sunrise hitting mountaintops, all of this and more was woven into a new soul.

And at the core of this new soul, was something undeniably

terrifyingly...

Eldritch.​

---

Matamalo was never considered themself a hero. They considered themself someone who had something they wanted to protect, and did so.

They just so happened to end up on the path to stopping a millennia old war in the process.

That is, before they got teleported here.

Wherever 'here' is.

Yggdrasil-
A relatively peaceful world, the most conflict going on is a subtle war of political intrigue and assassinations. At least, between humans. There is also the occasional monster attack, but for the most part they keep to themselves. At numerous places in this world, trees called Yggdrasil's or world trees grow. These ancient trees act as portals to other worlds.​

 

[Gaius Danius Griinia]

Name-
Zero

Nickname-
Little Dragon

Age-
100

Gender-
Male

Sexuality-
Heterosexual

Species-
Pseudo-Demon

Basic Personality-
Zero is at a glance, seemingly quite carefree. He likes to joke around and remains relaxed in even the most tense of situations. It takes a lot of bring him down and kill his buzz. As if struck with an eternal wanderlust. Zero loves to go on journeys, long and short. He enjoys seeing new sights and meeting new people. The world is an endless adventure for him to partake in. Although blessed with many positive attributes. Zero is also very prone to ruthless pragmatism. If getting from point a to point b requires sacrifice. Zero will sacrifice the minority to save the majority. To him, doing the right thing comes at a cost that he is willing to be vilified for. Zero is also merciless to those who harm an innocent or those he cares for. Eliminating them becomes a priority. He also makes a habit of doing his utmost to kill anyone who becomes his enemy. In his mind, becoming great enough to be considered an enemy only means you have the potential to get in the way down the line. Zero is deadly serious when it comes to his cultivation. No matter the danger or risk to his health. He will face any obstacle to his growth head-on. The cultivation of his mind, body and soul is of the utmost importance to him. So anything that could potentially help with such cultivation is immediately able to grasp his interest.

Equipment/weapons-
.Deck of Tarot Cards

Powers/abilities (If any)-
Essence of an Essence: Zero's transformation into a Pseudo-Demon granted him a special ability. Upon defeating or befriending a powerful lifeform. He will sometimes acquire an essence containing its knowledge. Meditating and cultivating this essence allows him to acquire its abilities. However it then takes some time and practice before he is able to wield such powers at the same level of proficiency as their original user.

Strengths-
.Versatile Skillset
.Able to adapt easily to new situations
.Easygoing

Weaknesses-
.Jack of All-Trades, Master of None
.Can be callous or uncaring to others
.Never hesitates to kill
.Almost always adopts an ends justify the means approach

Backstory-
Zero was born into a world that had already faced its downfall. People had learned to summon ancient demons and commune with forgotten gods in their modern day. This power was abused on all sides, by divine and non-divine. Soon the forces of Order sent forth a series of plagues to clear the world for their battle with the forces of Chaos. Humanity was caught in the midst of a battle between Angels, Demons and Pagan Deities. Many took sides out of a desire for power or fear of being killed. The fighting never ended, despite the death toll. Zero was raised in a sacred spring by the Dragon Huang Long. Growing up under the protection of the Five Sacred Beasts. A young Zero grew up with love despite the harsh reality he lived in. This all changed when his guardians were all brutally slain by the Fallen Angel, Lucifer. Struck down in an attempt to gain his vengeance on the Morningstar. Zero was instead transformed into a Pseudo-Demon as part of some unknown ploy by Lucifer. With his new powers and a thirst for revenge. Zero journeyed across his ruined world and killed anyone who got in his way, be they angel or demon. Many sought to bring him into their fold. While these experiences softened his hardened rage. Zero never viewed himself as some kind of grand warrior or hero. He was a killer, plain and simple. His deepest desire was the destruction of the one who took his family away. During the aftermath of his battle with Mephistopheles. Zero was transported to an unknown place and time. Seeking a way home to resume his journey.

Name of World they came from, and a description-
Blasted Tokyo

The remnants of the city once known as Tokyo. Reduced to ruins in the wake of the war between Order and Chaos. Humans now live harsh existences under the presence of supernatural beings. Some are disciples, others are slaves, many are casualties. YHVH enforces his will upon any who follow him with an iron fist. The Demon Lords seduce their followers with promises they may never keep. Even the Gods of Old are eking out a living doing whatever takes their fancy. No-one is truly safe and there is seemingly no end to this stalemate.

 

[RandomBlobMan]

Name-
Joseph Jonathan Johnson

Nickname-
The Joe, Long Johns, Cold Brew of Abyssal God's Blood

Age-
32

Gender-
male

Sexuality-
pansexual

Species-
a regular ordinary human out for revenge

Basic Personality-
Joe is a simple, hard working man. He likes a sandwich of two loaves of bread with lettuce, onion, tomato, olive, chicken, with barbecue and ranch sauce mixed adequately. He tries to respect other peoples' privacy as much as he wants to have his own respected- he refers to the golden rule of Treat Others as You Wish to be Treated, and reminds himself of it whenever he thinks he went too far. Not the kindest soul to ever live, but not the rudest ever. He is but an average man, making mistakes and learning from them, improving himself yet sometimes repeating the flaw.
He perseveres, bettering himself especially when fueled by motivation. Throughout his days of mental wandering, he had trained himself to amplify his motivation-the smallest of inspiration could easily cause a chain reaction in his brain to encourage him to cause a big change on himself. Ever since the method was complete, he had been saved by it multiple times.

Appearance Description-
A man with dirty fair skin, short black hair and small dark brown eyes. He has a slight beer belly building up with muscles under the fat. He usually dresses in a blue t shirt, black pants, and a pair of sunglasses as his casual wear.
His "combat outfit" is chunks of chrome armor over an orange base wear, with a face mask that hides up to his nose.

Spoiler: Spoiler

Equipment/weapons-
-The Conclusion of Controllers: The glove of the legendary gutsy gear. Once a great artifact that could give one godlike powers in the virtual realms, now broken and nothing like its old self. It was used to bestow upon the Sunlit Wrath to Joe, but now that the blessing has graded away it is nothing but a sturdy glove of power that offers a slight advantage of breaking through protection magics a bit easily.
-The Bomb Pipe: A magic PVC pipe that has 1 cm thickness with the diameter of 10 cm inside and 12 cm outside. One end is taped shut while the other end has burns on the tip. Combined with his own energy, Joe can more efficiently form and shoot deadlier energy blasts, but can only shoot one at a time and takes more time to prepare each shot. Each shot has the force rivaling a high caliber rifle.


Powers/abilities (If any)-
-Motivation to Activation, Reservation to your Desolation: Throughout his countless battles, his mental technique has taken another form- he is able to motivate himself, while strengthening himself at the same time with magic energy. His physical capabilities increases with motivation, to an extent.
-I have the power of god AND anime by my side: With his motivation energy, he is able to repair/reform his clothing into his "combat outfit". It serves little to no practical protection unless he is motivated- it allows him to channel his energy to conjure things like energy barrier and projectiles, but they are very inefficient compared to the boosting of his strength. The projectiles by themselves have the destruction power similar to a handgun round, and can be semi-automatically fired as round pellets as he throws fists into the air.


Strengths-
-I'm gonna break your bones and eat your lunch: A fearless fighter when motivated, devastating and fatal.
-Friendship is Battleship: In his former battles, as much as he made enemies, he made friends. He knows the worth of teamwork and tries his best to cooperate.

Weaknesses-
-A trickery? Blasphemy! : He is not the sharpest tool in the shed- not the smartest either. One with extreme technique and/or tactics can subdue him with relative ease, unless you underestimate him...
-Not a Saint, Maybe a Sinner: He's not the nicest person out there- sometimes he may say or do things to break a heart or piss one off.
-In a tight situation, he may be as useful as a piece of soggy toilet paper.

Backstory-
Every now and then when he comes back from work, Joe pays a visit to his favorite sandwich store in town to get his special order. Extra olives, extra chicken with an addition of homemade ham. It was a special reward he gave himself, a little pat on the back he enjoyed once a week or two. But one particular week, his personal happiness was ruined... along with his house.
Evalindeeth's cultists, in search of food to quench the abyssal god's hunger for some human food, decided to storm the neighborhood. Not any neighborhood.... but Joe's neighborhood. A giant abyssal slug of darkness emerged out of the apartment building he lived in, wrecking half of his house and leaving the other half for display, marching onto the sandwich store. In the chaos, Joe's sandwich was dropped from his hand, and crushed by the abomination the cult had summoned. He looked at the little remains of the sandwich with dismay as hooded men and women descended to force the owner to make the most exquisite of the sandwich they've ever made... until a fist flew.
Joe's battle escalated, taking down cultist after cultist, tracking down the vile armies of darkness, fighting them, given aid by the winged forces of the sky and momentarily granted the power of the Sunlit Wrath to defeat Evalindeeth once and for all, and discovering that it was all a trick, strings pulled in corners to drag the abyssal god's cultist specifically into Joe's neighborhood to bring upon the prophecy that told of the defeat of the evil. Joe had his revenge.
And so the world was at peace. No holier-than-thou knights on magic jetpacks, no demon slug summoning hooded cyborg cultists, newly remodeled house and sandwich store, and his favorite sandwich with extra everything as a special thanks from the owner. And an ice cold soft drink by his side. He grabbed the sandwich, opened his mouth, braced for the taste....
and then he was summoned.

Name of World they came from, and a description-
Five Minute Filler Mill:
A world of magic, science, and unconventional residence. Good and evil fight epic battles regularly in destructive manners, yet many manage to live peacefully as the big forces try to stray far from the average joe's. Until one day, an evil cult of Evalindeeth decided to storm the streets to find a perfect lunch to sacrifice to their abyssal gods... and destroyed a particular man's sandwich. It was all downhill from there, which led to a devastating aftermath for both the "good" and "evil" powers and leaving the people to live for themselves free of epic beam shooting and fire blazing battles.


I swear I'm not ripping off of Vergil from Devil May Cry series in some parts.

 

[Severia]

Name-
Regina Fanaroth

Nicknames-
- Holy Maiden
- the Silent Sun

Age-
16

Gender-
Female

Sexuality-
Heterosexual

Species-
Human

Basic Personality-
Regina appears quiet and reserved to the point of rarely speaking unless necessary and only in monochromatic tone. She might gives a first impression of an anti-social or even a robot, but the fact is that she simply lacks social experience thanks to her sheltered and strict upbringing as the prophetically chosen hero. Deep down she is sweet, friendly and kind-hearted, as seen when she is feeding and happily chatting with animals. While she shows great deal of loyalty and obedient toward those she trust or deemed above her, she is an extremely strong-willed girl and can be heavily stubborn and defiant when it comes to what she want.

Spoiler: Appearance

Regina is a short girl even for her age standard. She appears rather slim and petite but is actually rich in muscle in parts crucial to movement thanks to her intensive training before starting her journey. She currently wears a uniform provided by the holy dragon church, an outfit with decent amount of religious references and special properties of enhanced endurance, heat insulation and UV filtration. Her sword is usually in its black dormant form. To use its abilities aside from the passive one she will have to reveal its true form.

Equipment/weapons-

Spoiler: Holy Sword Salvatio

A sacred sword obtained from the holy dragon god by becoming the chosen hero of Pristinia. It has 3 major special abilities of 1.) Passively protecting its holder from sickness as well as nullifying harmful curses and mental interferences on Regina and immediately alerting her about their presences. 2.) Healing ability. By slashing through wounds or stabbing her allies who suffered from the conditions above, the sword can treat the wounds and rid them of those conditions. 3.) Summoning a One-Winged Crusader to her aid

One-Winged Crusader, a spiritual entity with exceptional fighting ability. He has tremendous strength and speed as well as various light element attacks and moves. Summoning and maintaining him takes a lot of energy and drain Regina's stamina fast, so she would only use him as a trump card.

Powers/abilities-
Regina can use basic light magics like illumination which mean lacking vision at night or in a dark room is never her problem. She also has unique and advanced abilities worthy of her special title, listed as
Holy Beam - Regina can gather light particles and fire them in a straight shining beam. Its output can be changed, which corresponds to number of beams at a time, their charging time, maximum distance and effective range. This ability can be used at night, but due to lack of strong natural light source like the sun it will require more effort from Regina to achieve the same output as daytime.
Divine Sight - Regina can use magic to zoom in her vision, allowing her to get a clear distant view and then snipe targets using Holy Beam. While the range limit is practically indefinite, this ability doesn't let her see through any obstacles, including a planet's atmosphere, also it need high concentration to maintain to the point that she can't use while moving around.
Sacred Dance - Regina can break down herself into light particles before forming back at another position, effectively achieving a short-range teleportation. She can only teleport to a point within her field of vision. Also when using this ability, Regina herself tends to give away her destination by an instinctual short glance, allowing her opponent with enough skill to predict and intercept her.

Strengths-
● Regina is basically the queen of long range combat and unrivaled sniper thanks to the combination of her abilities
● Holy Beam is highly versatile. While seemingly a long range ability, these high speed beams of light is actually more powerful at close and mid range and would definitely be a lot more scary if not for Regina’s own issues.
● Sacred Dance allow Regina to dodge attacks and move herself into advantageous position. In addition, thanks to her top-notched instinct, she can automatically use it the moment she senses danger from an incoming surprise attack.
● Trained by first-class warriors for years, she became a highly experienced fighter who can quickly adapt to unexpected situations and understand her own strength and weakness well.
● Thanks to her holy sword, injury and sickness never became her party’s problem.

Weaknesses-
● INSECTS.
● Being kind at heart, Regina has a huge problem in close combat where she has to directly hurt others and then see the result up close. Her problem is so bad to the point that despite years of training, an ordinary infantry is all it takes to beat her in sword fight if she isn’t using magic or other abilities. As such, she often fights at distance where she can use an avoidance coping of viewing her opponent as a mere target and not a living being. In addition, she is overly kind to the point of being stupidly naive. During her past journey, she tended to spare defeated enemies, no matter how evil their deeds were or how many people in her party opposed that idea.
● Despite being kind and caring, she has zero idea about proper social interactions and often fails to express what she actually want to do or say. The fact that her hero party was formed with only her simp, worshippers or those without common sense didn’t help.
● While her decision making, adaptability and instinct in combat is nothing short of exceptional, the same couldn’t be said for her everyday’s life where she is described to be as helpful as an 8 years old kid by even her no.1 simp.
● Divine Sight is a long range scouting ability. That said, she only see things and not hear things. Additionally, while she can still fire her beams at night using some residual light sources like moons or stars, it doesn’t have something as convenient as a built-in night vision.
● Even though she can heal wounds of herself and allies on spot, it takes a few seconds for Salvatio to change from its usual dormant form to its true form. Any kill or fatal condition successfully made during this time period will not be able to be undone. In addition, for something like detached limbs or severely damaged internal organs, the healing only affect Salvatio’s slashed site and will occasionally fail to treat collateral conditions like nerve injury or hemorrhagic damage.

Backstory-
Regina lived an ordinary life until she was 6 years old where she entered a forbidden forest by accident and survived from it by awakening the holy sword Salvatio she stumbled upon. As per the prophecy passed down for generations, she had to leave her home to become the Holy Maiden, the emissary and hero of the holy dragon god.

9 years after that, Regina spent her time exclusively in the Crystal Cathedral, the religious center where she was trained to become a capable hero, or rather, a functional killing machine that would never fail its tasks. Most of her mentors regarded her as an esteemed maiden who should always be perfect and not a little girl living alone without family or friend. The only exception was that man who understood her and was more than just her sword mentor. He even acknowledged Regina’s kindness and didn’t force her to learn all his sword techniques like he was instructed. Instead, he just taught her something like how to escape from someone of his caliber using her abilities or how to sneak around the Crystal Cathedral without being seen by the strict priests.

While it could be said that that man is her only parental figure, their time together was cut short when he, the most skilled sword master in the human kingdom, was killed by the dark dragon god himself. Although no one else understood how or why it happened, the 8 years old Regina was fully aware that the day before she complained to him about her duty and that the evil dragon god sounded scary. Ever since that day, she abandoned her childish side, becoming determined in taking down the enemy of humanity as well as becoming a lot less talkative.

Upon reaching 15 years old, the Holy Maiden began her journey into the Shadow Continent where the dark dragon god dwelled. While it was her first time leaving the Crystal Cathedral, most of her party members were still those who overly respected her (plus some illogical and unreasonable simp she overlooked) much like her mentors in the past so Regina really never opened herself up and earned the new nickname of “the Silent Sun” thanks to her extremely quiet yet highly competent (very important note: combat only. Just a while before she still tried to feed poisonous mushrooms to the entire party and there were moments where her so-called “instinct of direction” wasted days of their journey) nature as well as her main fighting style that rains down almighty beams of light like the sun. A year had passed and she eventually reached her sworn enemy who killed “him” and so the only enemy she would never show any kindness or mercy. Unfortunately, her revenge will have to wait in face of an unexpected phenomenon…

Name of World they came from, and a description-
Pristinia

A fantasy world of sword and magic where many gods and lifeforms existed. Among them, the holy dragon god protected the human kingdom from malicious gods for eons. Recently, the dark dragon god had awakened and aimed to take down humanity for good.​

And done! There will be no more edit after this! (…hopefully )

 

[Damafaud]

A Heroine from Fairy Tales

"With the power of light and violets- as if I'll say something that long before attacking! Perish!" Alice

• Personal Information
• Background Information
• Combat Information

• 
  
  
  
  Name-
  Alishia Castrel
  
  Nickname-
  Alice
  
  Age-
  26
  
  Gender-
  Female
  
  Sexuality-
  Heterosexual
  
  Species-
  Human; Blessed of the Tree of Wisdom
  
  Appearance Description-
  Sandy blonde hair, light eyes, fair skin, Alice has a doll-like appearance with a physique that follows. Nothing you can tell her will stop Alice from wearing a poofy dress and flowing long hair into a battle. Inconvenient? If she dies she will die beautiful, damn it!
  
  
• 
  
  
  Basic Personality-
  Strangers and friends alike will know how much Alice is open to conversations, collaborative activities, and general social activities. She is unafraid to break social barriers put up by modern people through putting on headphones or pretending to be looking at their phones as if they have notifications.
  
  Her social skills aside, it can’t be denied that Alice is a bit ‘out there’. Her idiosyncratic set of interests and unusual way of thinking only highlight the peculiar characteristics of this woman. Coupling it with her ‘know no shame’ distinct speech makes February truly a unique individual.
  
  Being a dreamer makes Alice ‘out there’ with extra steps. When faced with several choices, picking one that fits her philosophy rather than the one with more practical use is something February will do. She’s also a maiden wanting to fall in love, a variation of maiden in love that’s just as annoying.
  
  Backstory-
  In a world of heroes and demons, of magic and technologies, wondrous tales revolved every day. At least, until they didn't. It came a day when the hero had no happy ending, when evil couldn't win and corrupt absolutely, when the sage was isolated and met no adventurers. It was a world where stories died, and a world where Alice lived.
  
  Alice was one of such sage, trained by the Tree of Wisdom for fate to arrange the fated hero to reach her and accepted her acute teaching in magic... except that hero never came by her. Nope. He broke a leg and died from dysentery. It wasn't even funny! The hero knew healing magic, why die from dysentery of all things?! Shouldn't hero be immune to all disease except magical ones that left them stronger when they were cured?!
  
  So started the journey of Alice to save the world's fate. She brought many stories going astray into conclusions. She helped two youths fell in love. She assisted the creation of a new technology. She guided a reincarnated soul into nobility in a powerful empire. She taught a dragon ancient magic to subjugate a dwarven federation. Along the way, she was joined by a diverse arrays of helpers from every race and walks of life with varying personalities. When the scale of her work grew large, Alice realised the hand behind them all: The Tree of Wisdom.
  
  So, Alice and her party returned to Alice's hometown and defeated the Tree of Wisdom in a great battle to once again free fate and let stories unfold. And when Alice was ready to close the Storyteller's Book and penned her own happy ending...
  
  poof.
  
  Name of World they came from, and a description-
  The World (no uniform name across the land)
  
  A world of magic and fantasy once heading into stagnation and mediocrity. It is home to myriad biomes and species too many to categorised properly. The world is so vast few has reached its ends. It is home to thousands of civilisations and many more living in the ocean, up in the sky, and different dimensions.
  
  
• 
  
  
  Equipment/weapons-
  
  • Fabric of Imagination: Alice's clothes is a product that defies reality. It can appear as anything Alice wants it to be, even with ridiculous property like 'a stainless flowing dress that doesn't hinder movement with the beauty of the Love Goddess herself'
  • Fate's Lantern: A conduit of magic that allows Alice to access her stored spells and amplify her power. An all-rounder magic tool
  
  Powers/abilities-
  
  • Wizard: Magic is the foundation of Alice's ability. Alchemy is her best field, followed by literary magic and magical research. In combat, she prefers using earth and life-based magic.
  • Blessing of the Library: After she was blessed by the Reverie's Librarian, Alice is able to retrieve and cast any spell from the library. She has knowledge over the whole library's content.
  • Equivalent Trade: Alice is able to transmute an object into another of equivalent value. This is her innate blessing that was supposed to help her Hero.
  
  Strengths-
  
  • Versatile: Alice is bound to have a solution for every situation. Magic can solve anything!
  
  Weaknesses-
  
  • Pretty Face: Alice is a sucker for hot guys. She thinks she hides it well but it pretty much appears on her face.
  • Panic-prone: Self-explanatory. If she ever gets ambushed, Alice's first reaction rarely fits the situation. Like the time her party was ambushed by spider and the first spell she cast was 'conjure more spider'
  • Downside of Magic: Most of Alice's spells need time to conjure. Or materials. Or some weird requirement like 'caster must be bald'
  • No Strength: Alice is stronger than normal humans, probably around the level of a bodybuilder, but that doesn't mean she can fight some sword-bearing brutes barehanded, okay?!

 

[teluhtubby]

"𝐼 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒽𝑜𝓅𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒶 𝒷𝒶𝓉𝓉𝓁𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝓈, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓅𝓅𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒... 𝓊𝓃𝒶𝓇𝓂𝑒𝒹."
"𝐼𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓇𝒶𝓃 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓂𝑜𝓊𝓉𝒽, 𝓎𝑜𝓊'𝒹 𝒷𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓅𝑒."
"𝒟𝒾𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉? 𝐼𝓉'𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝓃𝑜 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝒸𝒶𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔."

Name-
Duende

Nickname-
"Due"

Age-
18

Gender-
Female

Sexuality-
Heterosexual

Species-
Feline

Basic Personality-
Due maybe a feline/cat, but she has a huge personality; she is a bit shy at first but will act friendly and quite kind after a while. She isn't the biggest at meeting new feline/cats and will usually remain quiet and avoid looking at any and everyone who looks her way. She can also sure as heck make a jerk shut up.

Appearance Description-

(The collar speaks her thoughts)
(Not my art!)

Equipment/weapons-
Metallic Strap: She wears a small strap around her upper belly that can form swords and large, metal wings.

Powers/abilities (If any)-
Raven: simple, she can transform into a raven on the change of her eyes pupil shape within seconds.
Enhance: Sha can enhance her size to about six feet tall, but she is still a cat of a foot and a few inches.

Strengths-
Killing animals: doesn't matter the size, she won't give up until she kills what she pleases.
Thinking: She does overthink a lot, but can think of a way to get out of tough situations.

Weaknesses-
Heights: Well. Yeah.
Put on the spot: She hates it when people put her on the spot when asked a question or when all eyes are on her.
Yelling: Just don't yell at her.

Backstory-
Duende used to be the quiet cat of the group of other cats who were much better than she was, they always put her down and told her she'd never been as good as they were. That was until she found metal and some books in an abandoned home. She then made a huge comeback and killed the dragon who was killing random animals for no reason. Everyone then considered her as their savior.

Name of World they came from, and a description-
Moonwater:

(Not my art)

(Not mine either)

Hope this works!
~ Duende

 

[The Fluffiest Floof]

Heir of the Skies
"Faithless is he that says farewell when the road darkens."

Full Name:
Gwendolyn IV. Mistra of Avaritia
Age:
24
Gender:
Female
Sexual Orientation:
Heterosexual
Race:
Human

Pruinus

​

Gwendolyn IV.​

​

Personality

Likes:
Art
Sweets of any kind
Dancing
Reading

Dislikes:
Laziness
Bitter food
Betrayal
Dishonesty

Fears:
Spiders & most bugs

Personality:
Trained to be proud, loyal, and brilliant diplomats, the Mistra are expected to embody the highest values of Knighthood. The Mistra are powerful, noble warriors dedicated to the defense of their land and their people. That is how it was for generations and Gwendolyn does her best to embody all of those traits of her name. She know´s the difference between mercy and weakness and she know´s how important it is to be dutyful.

Gwendolyn however is not all duty and no fun. Even though she does have a strong urge to act, she is never hectical and rarely panicking, keeping a cool and level head in stressful situations. She oftenly see´s the bright side of things, or rather, she see´s both sides, but does her best to look more on the bright side. She is very humble towards others, not thinking of herself as something better and can make for some fun company.

Visuals

Height: 5,6 feet / 1,69 meters

Weight: 110 lbs / 50 kg

Hair Color: Silver

Eye Color: Green

Outfit:
She can usually be found wearing her armor. It is very light and does not immediatly appear as a combative attire.

Equipment:
Her armor is a set alike those worn by the riders of her family since generations. Offering protection against the elements, along with decent protection against most mundane weapons, without being too heavy or inhibiting to be a nuisance during the flight.

Her one-and-a-half-handed longsword is a two-edged sword with a leather-wrapped pommel. They remain versatile weapons in spite of their size, offering a balance of offense and defense.

Items:
She owns a golden feather. It´s one to write with. This feather is nothing special, but it belonged to her father and she keeps it in memory of him.

Backround

Backstory:
Gwendolyn IV. Mistra of Avaritia was born into a family that was more than just reknown. The Mistra bloodline housed the most famous dragon riders of all Avaritia. Known to be proud knights and fierce warriors, their house was looked upon with respect and awe second only to the royal family. Gwendolyn was born as daughter of Ulfric Mistra, a legendary warrior and leader of the kings guard, and Gwendolyn III. Mistra, a beautiful woman who was said to be not only the fairest, but the most intelligent of the nation. She was advisor to the king. That is, until she tragically passed away in child birth, giving life to her daughter. Now, all eyes were on the new member of this noble family. Luckily, she had a little while until she was expected to perform great things.

Putting the fact she never met her mother aside, Gwendolyn IV. grew up lacking nothing. While the riches of her family were sure to keep her material needs covered, the love of her father was something that no value could be put upon. And she received plenty of it. Unlike what some may think, he never blamed her for the passing of his beloved wife, rather seeing it as a sign that fate held great things in store for his offspring. He tried to give her the best he could, combining the time to be a child, play and explore with the best education he could find. As such, he raised an intelligent, happy and well socialized daugther. When she was old enough, he started to train her skills in combat, especially with the families weapon of choice, the longsword. With time and age, Gwendolyn IV. showed great talent, eventually even managing to score draws against her father. He could not have been more proud.

When the time came to find a dragon, there was no doubt in Ulfric that one would recognize Gwendolyn as worthy of their companionship. However, when they ventured out to the mountains, they were seperated in a blizzard unlike any he had seen before. He feared to have lost her, searching for hours, to no avail. When he saw her, he believed his eyes to trick him. His daugther, a teenager still, hovered before him on the back of a mighty beast, an ice dragon he would only have recognized from myths. But it was true. Prunius, Winter Incarnate, had seen the poor girl caught in the whirling snow he had caused. With the first glance he saw the shine of her courage, the glow of fate. It was the first and the only time a human had appeared worthy to him. He saved the girl, but when he did, something felt... right to him. He decided to stay at her side, to see where this destiny would lead him. Ever since, he has not regretted this decision.

With time, came war. Avaritia was under attack by their nemesis, the nation of Darnar. But misery seeks company. Ulfric Mistra, the shining star of the avaritian army, fell sick, not able to even leave his own bed. It took mere days for him to suffer the worst. He died during his sleep, only a day before the great attack off the darnarian army. When the day came, hope was sparse in the army of Avaritia. They lacked their commander, their leader, they lacked the one to spark courage in their faltering hearts.

In the very last minute, a shadow cast over their heads. When they looked up, they beheld the sight of a young warrior, riding a dragon unlike any they had seen in battle. The masked rider spoke with convition to them.
"Warriors of Avaritia! I feel the fear among your ranks, i know the doubts within your hearts! I know of your uncertainty, but little will it last! Bring the fire, bring the smoke, bring the rain! Bring blood and slaughter! No matter what they have come at us! We will not break! Today is not about history! Or about legends! Today is about our home! Let the enemy hear your faith, your hope! Let them hear your battlecry like a prayer in the night! And even when they try to have hell rain down on us... We stand our ground! We do not falter! For if we stand together, we will show them what hell truly means! For glory! For our home! For death!"

And as she shouted death, like an echo, countless voices repeated after her. Dedicated, motivated, ready. Avaritia did not fall that day. The very contrary, never had the avaritian army fought like this. With this young rider at their front, leading and fighting, they came out victorious by a landslide. The warrior that had set aflame their hearts with courage, Gwendolyn IV. Mistra of Avaritia, became known as the Heir of the Skies, a more than worthy replacement for her father. She was certain that where ever he may be, he would be smiling, proud of who he had raised. And she had every intention of keeping it that way.

From that day, Avaritia had a new hero. A symbol of hope even in the darkest adversity.

The world of Londe
The world of Londe is quite how you would imagine a fantasy world. While you may not find the most diversity in its inhabitants, humans being the only known societies, they come in all shapes and variations. Magic, while not too common among humans, is very present in the world, as the races that came before the humans lived here have left over artifacts, records and ruins filled with arcane power. It is very little understood, even after long research.

Though humans have found their very own way to become powerful. While the empire of Darnar has bred griffons and chimeras, vicious beasts with legendary ferocity and thrist for blood, the land of Avaritia has taken to riding dragons. Unlike the beasts that are used in Darnar, however, dragons are not simply bred and enslaved. These intelligent creatures, older than any human may grow, choose themselves who they see as worthy to be their rider. Be it due to the humans power, intelligence or their heart, each dragon has their own set of expectations of what their rider must bring to the table. Due to that, dragonriders are a lot fewer in numbers, albeit more powerful than those riding warbeasts.

While most dragons are a few hundred years old, some can grow even older, surviving millenia and even vaguely remembering the days when elves and dwarves roamed the lands. A time long past, long forgotten, with only ruins and old, moldy records showing that it is more than just myth.

Abilities

Magical Abilities:
None. Gwendolyn does not possess any supernatural or magical abilities.



Strengths:

Mounted Combatant
While Gwendolyn is quite the force to be reckoned with on her own, she is at her best when with her mount Prunius. They are a unit, a team so well coordinated that it appears they are one mind in two bodies.

Tactical Thinking
Gwendolyn is able to keep her head calm when under immense pressure. That allows her to take well thought out, but quick decisions, without having the blur of stress on the lense of her mind.

Inspiring Leader
While it remains to be seen how well this skill translates in her new environment, at home Gwendolyn was used to be the one that the soldiers looked to for inspiration and reassurement. She has developed a way with words that managed to instill courage even in the most grim situations.



Weaknesses:

Non-magical
While it may not appear much like a weakness, not having magical abilities in a magical world, let alone one you are unfamiliar with, can be quite the detriment.

Not quite a bird yet
Having a flying mount is all good and fun... until you fall of.

Not a fan of surprises
Gwendolyn is a thinker and tactician. That does tend to come with a lack of spontaniety.

Pruinus

Winter incarnate, the culmination of frost. Does seeing me not make you shiver already?
Prunius is the name that has been bestowed upon Gwendolyns mount. He is more than just your average big lizard, though. Prunius is a powerful ice dragon, 36 (~11 meters) feet long and 11 (~3,5 meters) feet tall. The beat of his wings summons polar winds, his breath freezes who is poor enough to be caught in it solid. A proud and strong specimen, he is not an animal either. He is quite intelligent and a very interesting conversation partner, even though few understand the language of draconic. His rider, Gwendolyn IV. is of course fluent in this ancient language. They share a deep bond and the dragon is loyal until the day he dies. He fully trusts his rider, as much as she trusts him.

A dragons scales are hard, even more so when a layer of ice covers them partially. It takes quite the punch to pierce through them, though it is certainly not impossible. While in their home world, special weapons from a rare metal were crafted, able to damage even dragons, who knows what threats may lay ahead and what ways they may find to harm even this proud beast.

Additions

Theme:

 

[StaidFoal]

• BASICS
• PERSONA
• BIOGRAPHY
• REPERTOIRE
• OTHER
• JOY JUMPYMUSE

• 
  
  
  Name:
  
  Hazel​
  
  Gender:
  
  Female​
  
  Species:
  
  Human​
  
  Sexuality:
  
  Heterosexual​
  
  Age:
  
  19​
  ​
  World of Origin:
  
  Earth (an alternate one from ours with magic in its history, though unbeknownst to many people)​
• 
  Personality:
  
  "As long as they are able to smile, they have it in themselves to be good people."​
  ​
  This is the mindset that Hazel still holds firm. Some may call it naivety, but it's a perspective that has stood ground all her life. The first thing anyone notices about Hazel is her carefree playfulness and jovial attitude. She enjoys flying through the clear air, hopping across treetops, and spending her days wandering aimlessly. She curiously explores anything that intrigues her, as a child would. Raised amid the woods and boys, Hazel lacks proper mannerisms and can be very tomboyish. She does not mind dirtying herself in the least, finding joy in being surrounded with nature.​
  ​
  Hazel is endlessly optimistic, believing that everything will end up better, given enough time. She will choose to trust a brighter, hopeful option rather than a more realistic, dismal choice. Even if she learns that her decision was wrong, she accepts it with a smile and goes on her way. Hazel wants to spend the free time she has enjoying herself in the company of others or around nature. Her first priority is to help others before herself. No matter who the person is, Hazel would never wish ill will on anyone. She's even willing to save them from potential death if given the chance.​
• 
  Life Story:
  
  tl;dr - Hazel was abandoned by her parents and drawn into Neverland, a place for forgotten children to live where they never aged. She stumbled across the group of other children and was immediately accepted with open arms. She befriended a fairy named Joy Jumpymuse. Cedar, the leader of the "Lost Boys" was asked by her to teach his powers and how to use fairy dust. Centuries passed. After mastering them, Cedar leaves Neverland through a rift in the air. Hazel and the other Lost Boys organize a search and rescue team, jumping after him. They end up in a 1950s era world. The Lost Boys split off in their own directions, enthralled by what the new world had in store. Only Hazel remembered the original objective.​
  ​
  Alone and without food or money, she became a vagabond for 7 years and got to know what it was like to grow up. Eventually, she found Cedar and begged for him to come back to Neverland; only for his wife and two kids to appear behind him as he refused. All alone, Hazel returned to Neverland in horror to find most of it in a state of decay and entirely abandoned. Almost all of the fairy population was gone, as they survived off of people believing their existence. This meant that the Lost Boys had lost their lives. Among the few surviving fairies was Joy Jumpymuse. Hazel would stay in Neverland alone for the sake of its survival, up until something happened that "misplaced" her and Joy.​
  ​
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  ​
  Neverland. A mystical land habited by few. A place where the young humans who thrived there never seemed to age. The children of the island were called the "Lost Boys," earning the moniker because of how they ended up in Neverland: becoming lost and unable to find their way, all while their parents did not spare a single thought for them. They were in virtually nobody's mind, destined to be forgotten while hopelessly wandering alone. The next time they'd fall asleep, the children would awaken in a land of fantasy and wonder.​
  ​
  She was 9 years old back then. Her parents abandoned her in the middle of a forest as she slept, not having enough food to feed a family of three. For a week, the girl scrounged for berries and licked water off of leaves, braving through the weather. One morning, when she awoke from a deep sleep, it was quickly obvious that she wasn't in the real world. She was on a new dirt road, and the pain and hunger had vanished. Curious, Hazel followed the road, and a noise became apparent. Rounding a corner, there sat a table with more than a dozen of children around her age, some a bit younger. Arms locked, they happily sang around a glazed feast as glowing insects (as she thought at the time) flew around the festivities.​
  ​
  The first to notice the new boy called out to him, but she didn't see who said it. None of the Lost Boys were female, and none even saw him. Finally, the high-pitched voice squealed, "To your left!"​
  ​
  The girl bounced away, frightened. The source of the voice was one of the fireflies, but on closer inspection, she saw they weren't insects in the slightest. Hands on her hips, a cheek puffed, the fairy rambled on in a lecture that the girl did not bother to listen to. She knew of fairies, but not once did she think they were ever real.​
  ​
  At this point, the other children had noticed the newcomer. The younger ones ran and crowded around her, first. Then came the others, all looking eager and curious. She took a step back, overwhelmed by their excitement. It wasn't until the leader of the group, a 12-year-old boy named Cedar, silenced the group. He appeared with a warm smile, asking the newcomer of her name. She said she did not know.​
  ​
  "Then, Hazel," Cedar answered, almost instantaneously. "Because your eyes are Hazel."​
  ​
  "Hazel," she echoed. For the first time in the week, she smiled.​
  ​
  The Lost Boys welcomed her with open arms, fulfilling an empty gap within Hazel: a need for love and affection. The fairies buzzed around her, and the one who first noticed her introduce herself as Joy Jumpymuse. As the day neared an end, she was the one who helped Hazel find a hut to live in. She gave all the comforts she could have asked for, the ones she didn't know she needed until she had them. She created clothing to replace the torn rags. She cleansed the dirt and filth in seconds. It was the first time there were people who cared about Hazel. She considers the fairy to be his first real friend, for she would get to know Cedar more by the next day.​
  ​
  Hazel took in Neverland's mystical properties with more excitement than shock. It was full of magic, from the purple skies to the glowing fairies. Nobody could age; they could live the fun lives as children for all eternity. The Lost Boys were left alone to their peaceful lives across the whole island. Cedar, the practical leader of the Lost Boys, showed the ecstatic Hazel his powers. How he could use the fairy dust to fly through the clouds and create almost anything he could wish for. In Hazel's eyes, he was perfect at everything.​
  ​
  So when she begged and pleaded to learn how to master those same powers under Cedar's tutoring, she was elated at how quickly he agreed. The matter was made public to the rest of the Lost Boys, and they applauded for her. They congratulated Hazel for being special, even giving their homemade presents to the girl. It was a child's dream come true, being respected by everyone and to become "special." However, she felt their praise was unnecessary and misguided. For being able to learn the magic, she felt it didn't mean others should idolize her.​
  ​
  Cedar taught her everything she knows to this day. From her innate magic to the use of her staff. It was necessary to get a grip on the magic she could use by herself, and it was different for everyone, Cedar explained; his innate power was to control the wind. It took Hazel five years to discover her affinity for nature and the animals, and another five to master it. Each day was spent training and running with the rest of the Lost Boys. Every minute in Neverland was filled with fun.​
  ​
  For training with fairy dust, Joy created a newbie staff for Hazel to use. She was also her source of fairy dust during the sessions.​
  ​
  One evening, though, deep into Hazel's training, she found Cedar sitting on the cliff, watching the sunset. It was that day he confided everything to Hazel. The reason no one else was learning with Hazel was because of him. He lied to the other Lost Boys; they, too, wanted to learn magic. He told them only a select few were able to master them, and people like himself could tell if anyone was suitable just by looking at them. In truth, he was certain it would break the relaxing balance they had. He felt they would abuse their powers and drain Neverland of the piles of fairy dust—and its magic. "I'm selfish," he said to Hazel with a solemn smile. "I'm selfish for keeping the magical bliss of it all to myself. I didn't let them be as happy as they could have been..."​
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  "That's not true!" she shouted. "You did that because you didn't want the fairies to suffer. You didn't want Neverland to fade away... And if that was true, then why did you teach me everything?"​
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  "You felt... special, Hazel. I felt I could trust you. You're not like everyone else I've seen. You're not like me. You're not selfish."​
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  Months would turn into decades. Decades turned into centuries. The Lost Boys were still the same as they had always been, seeing new appearances and other inhabitants of Neverland to liven up their days. Hazel became just as adept at Cedar, and everyone threw a festival to celebrate her success.​
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  Cedar, however, had plans he could not even tell to Hazel or any of the fairies. Nearing the end of the festivities and the excitement, he handed his staff to Hazel. There was a brief silence among the crowd, and everybody assumed this was a thing between master and student. Instead, they quickly learned it was a farewell gift, for something fractured and split in the center of their village. A blinding blue light as a crack formed in the air.​
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  Cedar spent the majority of his life in Neverland searching for a way out. Unlike the other Lost Boys, he wanted to experience the actual world. He wanted to escape from the place he felt to be a luxurious prison. He felt there was something more waiting for him. And so, after leaving his legacy to Hazel, he leaped through the crack as everyone called his name.​
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  It was too late. Cedar had vanished, leaving everyone with a new feeling: dread.​
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  However, the doorway to the real world never disappeared. Thus, Hazel organized the Lost Boys to form a desperate search and rescue party. None of them knew or remembered what the real world was like, but they were all willing to take the risk to bring back their dear friend. The fairies could not follow the Lost Boys, so they prepared pouches of fairy dust for Hazel. Then, at last, all the Lost Boys stood before the portal. They looked back at the crowd of fairies and promised to return.​
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  But what was on the other end was astounding to them all. After so long in Neverland, they were used to the mystical properties and mythological creatures that roamed the land. The real world had become the fantasy. Horseless carriages dashed across smooth, grey roads by the dozens. Adults walked in fancy attire such as suits paired with bowler hats, and fancy dresses with the occasional parasol. Buildings scaled ten times higher than the biggest tree in Neverland, and there were so, so much people.​
  ​
  The Lost Boys became like kids in a candy store, running around lost and towards anything that caught their eye. Hazel tried getting them back together, but was met with a faint response or none at all. They each dashed in opposite directions, making it impossible for Hazel to gather them. Before she could use a pouch of fairy dust to move everyone back together, though, she too was enthralled by the modern society. Namely, by a nearby zoo. She could hear the thoughts of them all, and she wasted a whole day in the park which she could've spent on his actual goal.​
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  But by the end of the day, she never forgot his goal. Hazel was to find Cedar and bring him back home to Neverland. However, she was already separated from the entirety of the Lost Boys. And searching for Cedar proved to be a near impossible task. Hazel wandered around the labyrinthian city, calling out his name a few times. All that earned were the confused scowls of strangers and the ire of those wanting some peace and quiet.​
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  Days of searching turned to weeks. Weeks to months. Months to years. Hazel relearned many of the things she felt centuries ago: hunger, fear, loneliness. She now knew how it felt to grow old, feeling herself become bigger. She believed the other Lost Boys had given up and returned home, but she wanted to surprise them by bringing Cedar back, too. Hazel became a vagabond, scrounging from trashcans for food and hitchhiking to places she thought Cedar could be. She kept his clothes woven by Joy folded in a small sack, taking clothing from a donation box for the homeless.​
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  It would take seven painstaking years, but Hazel had tracked him down by asking locals if they knew someone of his description. She landed before a homely little cottage, painted blue with a beautiful garden of flowers in the front. Despite everything, she smiled as she expected to see his old friend and mentor. She knocked on the door.​
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  Cedar was the one who answered, eyes widening at the familiar face. "H-Hazel?" his voice had lost its youth, replaced with a worked roughness.​
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  Hazel's smile only widened. She asked Cedar to come back home, where everyone was waiting for him. She said Neverland was not the same without him, and never would be. However, her smile fell when she glanced behind Cedar. Behind him appeared two children; girls. His curious wife rounded the corner shortly after. Hazel's smile faded, knowing what answer beheld her.​
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  "I told you, Hazel... and I'm sorry... I'm selfish..."​
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  Hazel felt tears cloud her eyes, turning away to dash into the distance. The door slowly closed behind her, but Hazel kept running. She took the bus back to where it all began. Where the rift in the world still floated, hidden where the passing populace would not think to look. Standing before the crack, Hazel wiped her red eyes. She felt small comfort, believing that the rest of the Lost Boys would be back home, waiting.​
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  But as she hopped through, she froze. Nobody was waiting for Cedar or Hazel. Everything was empty. Many of the huts were collapsed and ravaged. The magical purple sky was gone, and a grey mist floated across the floor. Neverland looked... dead. There was not a fairy in sight, which was odd; they never died unless people stopped believing they existed, and there were still so many Lost Boys who vividly remembered them...​
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  Hazel ran through the village where so many had once welcomed her with open arms. She ran past the now-empty lake where she and several others watched the majestic sea creatures hop in the air. She ran to the cliff side, where Cedar confessed to his lies to the Lost Boys. There, a singular light lit up. Mourning over the ocean, Joy Jumpymuse slightly flickered before turning to the new footsteps, hopeful. Hazel took her in his hands, who cried profusely. Hazel couldn't comfort her, for she wept all the same.​
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  Joy explained what happened in Neverland after they left. The years passed, and portions of the fairy population would lose their lights so suddenly. The nature of Neverland fell decrepit. They grew increasingly scared as the Lost Boys never returned. Soon, it was only herself left; the fairies close to Cedar were still alive, but they flew somewhere, and Joy didn't know where they went.​
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  Hazel's heart dropped. There was no other explanation for the fairies' lights going out. Not unless the Lost Boys were...​
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  It would be in Neverland that Hazel stayed for several decades. She and Joy were the only things keeping Neverland alive. She slept in her old hut, fixing up the housings of the others each day and maintaining the whole village. She kept positive about the situation, even doing her best to cheer Joy up. She repeatedly said how the Lost Boys only grew up; nothing more. The process continued until something happened, and he and Joy found themselves in some place entirely foreign...​
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  Abilities:
  
  Nature Magic - The first magic she can use without the need for a staff or a supply of fairy dust. All sources of nature, plants, insects, and animals heed her call. Plants and insects mindlessly obey him, and she lets them go once they're done with their task. With most animals, though, she must speak with them and ask if they are willing to help. If they refuse, Hazel smiles and lets them go on their way; if they accept, she lets them go once they're done or if they ask to leave.​
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  Shapeshifting - The second natural magic of hers. She can shape-shift into animals, people, or inanimate objects.​
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  Fairy Dust Manipulation - She can use and control fairy dust and its magical properties to perform many skills and spells, though she requires her staff to do so.​
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  Fairy Dust Constructs - Using fairy dust, she can create many objects of shapes and sizes that can come with magical properties. The volume correlates with the amount of fairy dust needed. It can be used to form a quick shield, wall, ramp, or even a wave for him to surf on. This also includes animals with an elephant as the max size.​
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  Healing Aura - At a continuous cost of fairy dust, those effected have their physical wounds healed, including some diseases and poisons. The aura also soothes the persons' mental states, making them calm and happier while in the aura. The constant cost is more than Joy's production rate, so she can't keep it up forever.​
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  Flight - At a continuous cost of fairy dust, allows him to fly freely in the air. Joy generates a constant enough flow for permanent flight, so Hazel will fall when separated unless she resorts to her pouches of fairy dust.​
  
  Skills:
  
  Zoolingualism - She can understand the speech and emotion of any animal, and can even communicate with them.​
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  Tea Brewing - She knows and can create the best leaves for any type of tea.​
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  Sewing - Left with little to do, she took up sewing and became adept at it.​
  
  Weapons:
  
  Cedar-Wood - Hazel's staff which allows him to use most of her powers revolving around fairy dust. The staff itself is constructed of mostly fairy dust and is of Joy's design and pride. It was once owned by Cedar.​
  
  Equipment:
  
  -10 pouches of stored fairy dust​
  
  Strengths:
  
  -Has plenty of tricks and spells that disorient people and can allow others to escape.​
  -Given enough time and fairy dust, she can create almost anything she wants.​
  -Her own skills like flight and shapeshifting allow for a swift escape or hiding place.​
  
  Weaknesses:
  
  -She is still human and can get hurt as easily as one.​
  -She NEEDS her staff to use most of her magic. If it were to be destroyed, Joy will have to make another one, taking an hour or more unless she uses some saved fairy dust.​
  -Fairy dust is mandatory for many of her abilities, aside from the innate magic she can use without a staff or the dust.​
  -Her fairy dust supply stems from Joy, so a long enough separation means she will eventually be limited in her repertoire.​
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  Miscellaneous:
  
  -Hazel would advise against sniffing fairy dust, but if you really want to, he'll lend you some.​
  -For some reason, people usually mistake her as a young boy, and she doesn't know why.​
• 
  
  
  Overview:
  
  Joy Jumpymuse is the sole Never-Fairy out of Neverland, flying by Hazel's side at all times.​
  
  Personality:
  
  For someone her size, Joy is loud and abrasive whenever she speaks, though she rarely means what she says. She might even headbutt or punch them, but it wouldn't hurt them at all. If the person is angered or saddened, she'll immediately stop and apologize profusely. Other times, Joy is positive and amiable like Hazel. She naturally sticks around him, believing him to be her only source of safety after the events of Neverland. If she loses sight of Hazel, Joy will start panicking and weeping, crying out her name.​
  
  Abilities:
  
  Fairy Dust Generation - She creates fairy dust just by existing. Fairy dust is known to be magical and has various useful properties. It has many different uses, provided correct technique by who collects the fairy dust. Fairy dust does not go away unless used for magic or skills.​
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  Dispel - She can Dispel most effects of a spell or a lingering disease, curse, or blessing. She can't do much to more advanced curses/blessings, though.​
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  Purify - She can remove the darkness or evil from a person or objects, sometimes even demons possessing them. This is possible as long as the corruption is something added by a second party, and if the person is not naturally evil. Not an instant, easy process.​
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  Enchantment - By hovering around them, she can enchant objects with magical abilities of anyone's choosing. For example, a mirror can look at others from a far-off distance, and a sword can become light-weight and more durable than before. Effects wear off over time and steadily degrade the more it's used.​
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  Magic Absorption - If any magic attack hits Joy, the mana is absorbed into her and can nullify many offensive spells. Excess mana is converted into fairy dust.​
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  Mana Release - She can release all the absorbed mana into an area around her, empowering people, mages, and their spells.​
  
  Skills:
  
  Flight - As a fairy, flight is natural to her.​
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  Fairy Headbutt - She headbutts.​
  
  Strengths:
  
  -Swift and able to dodge many incoming attacks.​
  -Practically always full of energy and never tires.​
  
  Weaknesses:
  
  -Not oriented for combat.​
  -Terrified of insects, birds, anything that can and will snatch her away.​
  
  Miscellaneous:
  
  Never-Fairies taste awful, so on the low chance a creature or anything tries swallowing her, they'll spit her out, eventually.​

 

[mysteryxio]

Name- Aez Val Marrow

Nickname- Aez

Age- 19

Gender- Male

Sexuality- Homosexual

Species- Hybrid (Half human, Half fae, the fae part is unknown)

Basic Personality- Aez is a free spirit. Even though he’s so young, he’s already explored all he could where he previously lived. He also isn’t above playing small tricks on others to get a laugh though he does know when to stop.

Appearance Description-



Equipment/weapons- Endless satchel: he carries with him a magic satchel that, while can be damaged, is able to hold a variety of items inside without changing size or weight. When something enters it remains in that state (hot food stays hot) however if a living thing were to enter chances are it would be lost unless someone on the outside were able to pull it out but they’d have to know it was there. Unbreakable lockpicks: has a set of tools that cannot break while being used. Enhanced clothing: his clothing does not protect him from damage but don’t rip or tear easy and help keep him warm or cool depending on where he is.

Powers/abilities (If any)- Decent at hand-to-hand combat. Knows how to seal cast (think less complex FMA). Can summon allies (familiars) however he can only summon one and while they are summoned he must not only fulfill a payment but he also feels any pain they do (not damage just pain and if it’s extreme enough he might be forced to have them retreat). Some lock picking and trap detecting talent. Can sense how strong a person’s magic is.


Strengths- Excellent singer, it is said that his voice is so beautiful that he can charm those who are “without strong spirit”. Loves to listen to other people tell stories. Has a high tolerance for pain.

Weaknesses- He’s a shameless lout, constantly hitting on men he finds attractive. He has a particular taste for the ones that become embarrassed when he does so. He can also be too trusting of others. There are times when he gets too into whatever he is passionate about not really aware of what happens around him.

Backstory- Aez was born into a happy home at least as happy as he could be. He had a loving mom and twin siblings, a brother and sister only a decade ahead. Were as they had human parents his father was an unknown fae. Evident by the markings on his face. No one really treated him any differently, after all he was far from the first one of his kind and while yes, he would live longer than his family also. However, what hurt him though was that he’d never be able to live outside of the haven zone (See world description) yet he longed to explore both sides or even only one. He longed for some adventure. He even went so far as to learn how to steal and enter other’s homes so that he’d at least have some excitement. Eventually he was able to learn some magic and fighting even managing to summon familiars. While not necessarily a pro when it comes to either of those, he is far more skilled than others in his hom. He’s also the only one of his kind around his age, yes there are others who are close is age but he’s the only hybrid.

Name of World they came from, and a description- Aeon, the world of strange peace. Aeon is a place with three sections that are considered “habitable”. The 1st is the side humans. The 2nd is the side of fae. The 3rd is the neutral zone which extends all around the middle part of the planet. No one knows why but neither side is able to live in the others side for more than a few hours with no set record. The inhabitants of the world seem to know where the divisions are even though they cannot be seen. The neutral zone became a great place to trade and while there were battles fought on occasion there, they never really spilled out onto either side as there was no point. The NZ has several towns within and seems to be a mix of the human ingenuity and the fae magic as the laws of physics don’t seem to apply on the fae side and their magic does not work well on the human side. A hybrid is born between a fae and a human and will always have marking on their face but don’t show fae physical features. They often live longer than humans and heal faster than them but not as long as fae. They also are usually adept at other skills fae can’t do and usually pick up some talent at a young age. However, they are also trapped within the neutral area as entering either side makes them weak and, in some cases, have led to mental and emotional stressors. While many places have yet to be explored on either part, everyplace has already been seen in the middle. Even though the places are beautiful, for adventurers there’s no real challenge to them.

 

[Mirai-chan]

"Why do you wanna become the ultimate fighter? and You're a Strong one yourself?"- Ravane​

Name-
Ravane Cheriean Orphania

Nickname-
Ravane
Cherie(sometimes)
The Guardian of Hope(Or sometimes Accidental Trouble)

Age-
2000, (Chronology) 16(physically.
Gender-
Female
Sexuality-
Straight
Species-
Angel

Basic Personality-
Ravane is a Sweet and Cheerful Girl. she has a strong sense of justice and will stand up for anyone and get herself into trouble because of it.. She's an excellent student in science, which she likes very much. She likes baking and helping out other people and she always tries to give the best advice she can to people, She Likes playing around still, Ravane loves hugging anything that is cute, but ravane can get argumentive in an argument and will always try to win an Argument. She also has a bit of an attitude around her Demon Counterpart(Step-sisterish in her way) Oscura.
Appearance Description-

(Made by me in picrew)
Equipment:
Necklace of orphan: it's a necklace, That stores her power, but if she loses it she will lose half of her power and Wil be unable to use any light spells.
Angelic armor: it only appears when she is About to Fight or something, It also somehow changes her hair to blonde.

weapons:
Rose bow: Her main weapon accourse


Powers/abilities (If any)-

• Light magic: This magic allows the Ravane to cast magical spells through light.
• Shapeshifting: Ravane can shapeshift between her angelic form, Human Form(Which has Blonde hair), and Fox form at will, but it costs her some energy to do it.
• Light Barrier: Ravane can create a barrier of, light but the longer she uses the more it strains on her.

Skills:

• Talented chef: Due to ravane learning to cook, by a Friend several hundred years ago, She became a pretty darn good chef.
• hand to hand combat: Ravane is Good at hand to hand combat
• Dancer: Ravane can Dance, VERY WELL

Strengths-

• Charisma: She can be very convincing with her Cuteness
• Her shapeshifting allows her to take a Disguise when she is in trouble
• Hand-to-hand combat: She is Well in Deffensing herself and BRINGING THE PAIN!

Weaknesses-

• Naive: Ravane can be a bit naive at times, and can get herself in trouble, KEEP AN EYE OUT ON HER!
• Anger issues: She may be a nice person, but if You call her a Shorty or Bubblegum She will knock your lights out.
• Her necklace being lost: if she loses the necklace, She will lose half of her magical power which is compared to ordinary human magic.

Backstory-
Ravane was born as one of the angels under The orphan faction in The Angel Class, She has a Peaceful and Loving life with her Mother, The legendary Archangel Orphan herself. She loved and Cared by her mother, But once she Reached the age of 16 she Trained with her mother with the Other angels, Where Ravane Tries to rain hrd, but she sometimes messes up, She Wanted to be like her mom and looked up to her. But one Day The angels by The creatures of evil, Demons. Ravane had to fight to survive until She encounters a girl, Who looked similar to her and That girl challenges to a fight and somehow it kinda confuses some of the audience who was watching. Which Ended up with ravane almost loses if it wasn't for another archangel intervening and Sending some of the deamons running, Ravane was then curious

Ravane sought out learn about this girl, and when to earth and looked for information about this girl, but She manages to get herself into a Fight with several orcs and a oule of Trolls, She manages to defeat the few trolls, but she knew she was outnumbered, until she was saved by Guess what? a mysterious girl The girl helps her escape and once they was far enough the girl introduced herself as oscura, Who ravane introduced herself as Well. Ravane had a small bad feeling about this girl, but ignored it. She realized she had o leave but she was unable to go back to her homeland due for an UNEXPECTED problem. She was sad, but she stayed determined. Ravane has spars and goes on misadventures with oscura and soon become closer to Oscura and Find out some tragic stuff in her family.

She encounters Cherubi one day and Tells her the truth that she had a Counterpart, Which was revealed to be oscura The demon counterpart reveals her true form and Tries to kill her, but Fails as She didn't want too and confessed why was stayed being with ravane, it was because her father the king of demons Lucifer wanted to have Ravane killed and sent her there. Ravane was Too shocked about this and asked Oscura, Would she like to become friends, Which Oscura accepted. but Oscura then find out she is banished from her homeland and the both of them was determined to kill the King, thy both trained with The archangel, With the archanges not liking this one bot and sone even putup rumour that ravane was going to kill one of them, but tjjat was resolved due for ravane's naiveness and kind heart. When they was ready to fight, Ravane finally got her spiritual Weapon, Heavenly Rose bow, She and Oscura plus Some allies headed to kingdom, Where there was A war, While tey was winning oscura had taken a blow in The side and was Dying, ravane very determined not to meet her closest friend die, She somehow combined with her Counterpart andTooken down the demon king and they spit apart again. Their lives was back to normal, With her counter ruing the demon world as the queen and Ravne becoming a strong warrior.
Name of World they came from, and a description-
Silvious

a World Where many Classes of Different species lived in it. But it also has magic and a to of mythical creatures, The races are Ranked there from weakest to strongest.