The Battle for FableWood

[SilverFlight]

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[SilverFlight]

Active Members


On the Battlefront


Leader of all the armies: Princess Briar - Neutral character


General of the Whispering Isles: Brenna (Ward's mother) - Neutral character


General of the magical forces: Kallin Antorfell - Silverflight


General of the werebeasts: Luness Sinciato - Lioness075


General of the rogue army: Takeo Mayumi - Peacesore


General of Oz: Panthera Leo - zCrookedz


General of the dread ravens: Nyr - DawnAntalios


General of the magical forces: Kallin Antorfell


Leia - Silverflight 


Suak - Baconhands


Quincy - Flutterby


Kalevi - GoldenBlight


(Veterans will all have the option of having one character lead a segment of the armies)


On the Quest (full)


Leader of the quest: Ward of the Whispering Isles


Arianne - Dawn Antalios


Ty - Bolts


Ember - Dominaiscna


Ian - Naloth


Kibito - Peaceswore


Leandra - Lioness075


Otto - zCrookedz


Catalina - Flutterby


Ashley - Amaterasu Kawashima

 

[SilverFlight]

Name: Ward


Age: 23


Race: Enchanted human


Gender/gender identity: Male


Romantic inclination: straight

Appearance: In human form Ward is tall and slender, with brilliant gold hair that seems almost iridescent in the sunlight. His face is elegant and angular and his eyes are the colour of ancient amber. He carries himself with distinction, and due to his new station is dressed in a well-fitted black tunic and matching gauntlets, a fine linen fencing shirt and lace scarf and a green cloak trimmed in gold that hands over one shoulder. In his gryphon form he is the size of a war horse with brilliant gold feathers that shimmer in any light. His lion hindquarters are slightly duller and darker, and tinged with copper. His slate-grey talons and beak are wickedly sharp. Initially he looks quite fierce, but his gentle and polite manner of speech usually dispels any air of savagery about his appearance.


Powers: Ward is not a skilled magic user, his expertise lie more in healing, but he can cast simple elemental spells like freezing a pond, charging his feathers with lighting or creating a small fireball.


Skills: Ward is an accomplished swordsman, though if forced into a fight he would much rather resort to his gryphon form. When he is a man however he retains the strength of his gryphon form, though he very seldom uses it.


Weapons: A slender longsword, given to him by Princess Briar of Branbern. It can be wielded with either one or two hands.


Personality: Ward is gentle and soft-spoken much of the time, and he is still reeling about his newly-given responsibility as crowned prince of the Whispering Isles. He is the type to take on muh too much responsibility as it was before he discovered his royal lineage. At times he can seem distant, almost aloof, but it is not hard to bring him back to earth. Ward is fiercely protective of his friends and if they are threatened one can catch a glimpse of the frightening beast that lies dormant inside him. That being said he has a much better handle on that side of himself, a gift bestowed by his love and one that he treasures as he still treasures her.


Character flaws and physical weaknesses:


Ward’s friends are a large weakness, with threats upon them he is easily manipulated, just as he is when there is mention of his love, who went missing not long ago. Ward also has an attraction to shiny objects and can be distracted by gold or jewels. Though generally mild mannered Ward can be angered, and if done in the right way the beast takes over and Ward can no longer think clearly.


In terms of physical weaknesses Ward’s feathers are like that of any bird, if they are soaked he can no longer fly, this means he cannot fly far in a deluge and swimming is rather difficult for him in either form.


Since the loss of Elena he is much more distracted, drifting off into thought oftentimes instead of focusing on the tasks at hand. His guard is very often down.


Likes and dislikes:


Ward enjoys the company of those he cares about, he loves the sun, good stories, almond croissants and tea on a warm, summer’s day. Ward is not fond of dishonesty or disloyalty, he’s not too keen on water and frowns upon unnecessary violence. Needless to say leading troops in a war effort is difficult for him.


Hobbies and talents:


When he does find spare time Ward enjoys crafting jewelry. He is well-trained in the noble arts of calligraphy and poetry and is accomplished on a ballroom floor.


Bio:


One dark and rainy night, when the moon was cached behind a deep veil of cloud, a gryphoness crept up to the doorstep of a woodcutter’s cottage. This gryphoness was not really a beast of legend but a woman, enchanted by a vengeful spell. She carried with her a tiny human babe, the son of a king, and her own too, but alas, she could not care for her son in the form of a beast, and the witch who had cast the spell would be hunting the boy, so she was forced to leave him on the doorstep of the cottage, to be cared for by the kindly couple. Ward would not see his mother again for many years…


He grew well, helping his adoptive parents in their daily tasks, cutting wood and taking it to market, setting snares to catch rabbits and at dusk picking wild mushrooms for their supper.


Ward lived happily enough as a young boy, knowing nothing of his origin. It was on his 17th birthday that everything changed. The magic of the curse was in him too and one day, something triggered it. Ward became a gryphon and with no knowledge of the power or how to control it he did not know what to do. He ran to the woodcutter’s house, so frightened he could not speak and the woodcutter together with the men of the village had him driven off into the mountains, just as a common animal.


Now for creatures of legend there is a terrible illness, one that most commonly afflicts any that like to hoard treasures. The Gold Sickness consumes the creature’s mind and they are bound to the ore like slaves, defending it mercilessly from everyone and everything.


Ward stumbled upon a cave as he fled and hid in it, only to find it brimming with an unguarded pile of gold. Though not truly a gryphon his form ruled his mind, and unknowingly, Ward succumbed to the illness. He became a true beast, a monster bent on defending his spoils…and he remembered nothing.


One day, years later a knight came to the cave in search of a single gryphon feather to cure the blindness of his daughter. Ward, thinking the knight had only come to steal the gold struck him down and, upon uncovering the knight’s true intent recovered a part of his human mind. When the princess of Branbern sent soldiers to deal with the beast Ward did not resist and was brought before her. He told her of his regret for the act and asked for no quarter in his punishment. Instead of having him killed princess Briar took pity on him and apprenticed him. She began to train Ward in the ways of the court, helping him recover his lost human form. From there he was sent to Wonderland to continue under the magical tutelage of Queen Heart. A mockturtle called Montgomery and a young girl called Alice became his fast friends.


He returned to Branbern at the end of his training to act as ambassador for Branbern, travelling to other kingdoms with Briar’s words and actions. When the Shadow Wood began consuming their home Briar resorted to a spell that drew humans from the real world. She designated Ward the official protector of any who were found and bid him escort them back to Branbern. This he did and, while finding new friends along the way they managed to push back the Shadow Wood and fight the forces of darkness that were trying to swallow the land. Now Ward, being a beast for what life he remembered had never known love, and so when it came to him in a fair human girl called Elena Ward had no defense. Ward fell completely and hopelessly and as they traveled together, Elena helped him master the darkness lingering in his heart and dispelled any control it had over him.


Ward learned of his royal birth when they journeyed to the Whispering Isles, hearing tell of a plot to kill the king. Together Ward and his allies uncovered the mastermind behind the plan and also discovered the fact that Ward was the lost son of King Cedric.


Elena had left for the Sand Seas with the rest of their party while Ward remained to be crowned the prince of the Whispering Isles. On the way there she had vanished and Ward only learned of it days later, when he had joined his friends. He was devastated, it felt as if a part of him had been ripped away. But Caraboss would not wait for him to recover, and now he had an entire country to keep safe. It is with a heavy heart that Ward goes to battle, but he knows what is at stake, and as much as it pains him, finding Elena will have to wait.








Name: Kallin Antorfell


Age: 22


Race: Cursed human


Gender/gender identity: Male


Romantic inclination: hetero


Appearance: By day Kallin’s form is a rudimentary cloud of back mist wrapped in human clothing. His eyes glow yellow in a swath of black which is framed by a thick, purple scarf trailing to his ankles and a wide-brimmed hat with tears and patches covering the worn fabric. Kallin’s tunic and cloak are made of dull, brown leathers, accented with the same purple fabric as his scarf. His trousers are striped with burgundy and his boots are calf-height and also worn. He cairries a thick, oak staff which focuses his casting. By night Kallin is permitted to take his true form, a young man with a square jaw, wild black hair and intense blue eyes. Kallin’s frame is small but sturdy, with broad shoulders and a strength that would surprise.

Powers: Kallin is an elemental mage primarily and most of his skill is in casting fire, ice, earth and air spells, though he can use a little mind magic, to send people to sleep or influence their thoughts, he prefers to stay away from those spells. His cursed form augments his abilities so during the day he is much more powerful.


Skills: Kallin is a thief and though he still cannot rmember where he learned the skills of this trade, he knows how to move about unseen, pick locks, pockets, scale buildings and generally be a nuisance.


Weapons: The wood staff that channels his conjuring. He also carries a set of lock picks at all times.


Personality: A lot has changed since Kallin joined the heroes of FableWood, he is much more open about himself and his thoughts, this due in no small part to Luness. At first approach Kallin can be sarcastic or teasing but now it is frequently in good spirits, his quick wit and sharp tongue can sometimes get him into trouble. He likes poking fun at people, especially those he truly cares about. At times he can seem over-critical and is not very patient with those who don’t learn quickly. But he is a steadfast ally to all the good creatures of FableWood and is slowly learning patience. Kallin is proud of his abilities and will sometimes look for opportunities to show off, especially in front of Luness. That being said he does have a slight ego and can be goaded into unwise decisions because of it. Kallin is more determined than ever to see an end to Caraboss and takes most of his war duties with a gravity that fits the situation. Every now and then a grim mood slips over him, as he thinks of the future and what it could old for him, but he makes an effort not to show this side of himself to often. What his friends need now most of all is hope.


Character flaws and physical weaknesses: Kallin can be prideful and is sometimes judgemental, though he likes his abilities, a part of him is afraid of the origin of the power, since he uncovered it in the Sand Seas. Kallin is much weaker magically in his human form, so at night ne tends to be guarded and less friendly.


Likes and dislikes: Kallin likes playing with magic, he is devoted to Luness and does his best to help her grow. He is not fond of self-inflicted ignorance or greed and because of his weakness he is not overly fond of the night.


Hobbies and talents: Kallin is a good singer, though he’ll deny it to anyone but Luness.


Bio: Kallin had to be told his name and age by the apprentices in the tower where he studied. His memory before that time two years ago is completely gone. He cannot remember his family, his friends or if he had ever cared for anyone but himself. The only possession he has before that time is the small pewter figure of a cat, which he guards more closely than anything else he owns.


When Kallin first heard of the spell to bring humans into his world he argued against it fervently, but on joining them he learned that they weren’t as corrupt and dangerous as he originally believed. Along their journey Kallin’s powers began to cause him pain, and spells began to explode in his face, he quickly learned that the source of his power was not stable.


Kallin uncovered much about the origin of his magic and his past on the last quest, when they traveled to the Sand Seas to find the last piece of the artifact fabled to be able to stop Caraboss.


He discovered that the curse placed upon him was a backfired spell, one that attempted to bind chaos magic to a workable medium. Kallin was the first test subject and the result of it was his complete memory loss, and a channel of power that was slowly tearing him apart.


The ifrits in the Sand Seas used chaos magic as it was part of them naturally, and upon freeing the ifrit king, he granted Kallin a more stable control over his abilities, stopping the pain and allowing Kallin to cast freely again. The ifrit king gave him a warning: because the power was forced upon him by Caraboss, as soon as she was defeated it was not certain how Kallin’s power would respond. It could dissipate, releasing him finally from the curse, or…it could consume him. Only his closest friends know of this, Luness included. Kallin does his best not to think about it. Whatever happens, Caraboss must be stopped.




Name: Leia Wilde


Age: 19


Race: human


Gender/gender identity: Female


Romantic inclination: Hetero


Appearance: Leia is of medium height and a lithe build from years of sports. He hair is long and silvery-blond and now it is usually tied tightly into a bun at the back of her head. She wears a custom made suit of armour which protects her while allowing a good portion of mobility. Her eyes are a gentle blue and she usually wears a friendly smile.

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Powers: Since coming to FableWood Leia has caught the attention of four powerful elemental spirits. They are similar in appearance, looking like small animals, though they possess vastly different temperaments. She has given each a name and now they fight alongside her, obeying almost every thought.


Bob: Earth


Tad: Air


Lee: Water


Spark: Fire


Weapons: A long cavalry sword with a golden guard handle and a red jeweled pommel. The sword is also enchanted to teach the user proper


Skills: Leia has been training with a cavalry sword since her first visit to Branbern, she is quite an accomplished dueler.

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Personality: Leia has become much more confident and friendly since coming to FableWood. There is not much that can unsettle her now and she is more than happy to be warm and welcoming to the oddest of creatures. She can be sensitive, but most often she'll wrap up an offense inside a joke and move on. If you’re in a bind there is no one better to have at your side; Leia is Stalwart and brave and the more you try and drive her away from something the more she charges to it. Leia loves the outdoors and revels in the authenticity of it as it contrasts starkly with the screens people seem to watch day in and day out.


Secretly Leia is very worried about the fact that the spell used to bring her to FableWood is starting to weaken. One of her biggest fears is that she'll wake up one morning and be back in her own bed, with no way to return to FableWood and help them end the war.


Since The Cowardly Lion was her favorite character in her favorite film Leia looks up to Leo immensely, and she has grown to accept Kallin as a (really annoying) older brother.


Character flaws and physical weaknesses: Leia's teamwork ability has improved, though she can still take judgement a little too harshly. She does have a bit of a temper, and it is drawn out by injustice.


Leia has a deep-seeded fear of heights, so flying is very difficult for her. If she is in the air her focus is greatly reduced and her fighting skills and ability to direct her spirits is compromised.


Likes and dislikes: Leia likes most sports, the outdoors, befriending the strangest creatures of FableWood, annoying Kallin and working with her spirits. She dislikes flying, unfairness, laziness and things with too many legs


Hobbies and talents: Leia is great at almost any sport. At school she was on as many teams as she could be, she's a big fan of baseball and hasn't given up eventually teaching it to the inhabitants of FableWood.


Bio: Leia grew up in New Jersey, in a house that worshiped tv. Like clockwork every night her father, mother and brother would gather in front of it. Mindlessly glued to that stupid box. Leia was even named after the princess from Star Wars, a secret she will most likely take to her grave.


Her life was monotonous and mundane for as long as she could remember and the dull, grey rhythym of routine was slowly driving her mad.


Needless to say she chose something as far away from tv as she could for her general interest: outdoors. Leia took sports, she went camping as often as the school offered it and spent every free hour in the park by her house or down at the riverside.


Her parents did not approve too much of her constant need for the outdoors, thinking it was mostly unhygienic and unsafe. Instead they tried to encourage Leia to give up camping and instead apply for a more sedentary hobby. Leia felt betrayed, the fact that her family wouldn't even acknowledge such a fundamental part of her. She found herself growing more and more distant from them.


Everyday she would go for walks in the parkland not far from her house. One day she found that she had wandered right into FableWood. Since then Leia has been doing things that would give her entire family collective heart attacks...and she loves it.


When the war was declared Leia was right by her friends, willing to fight and defend them at any cost.

 

[Peaceswore]

Name: Takeo


Age: 18


Race: Human


Gender/gender identity: male


Romantic inclination: Pansexual


Appearance: Takeo is a pretty lanky boy at the height of 5"9. His chocolate color hair is short in the back with a light mess to it. While the front of his head he has two evenly braided tails that frame his face. He prefers and averagely is seen wearing his clothes which have an eastern taste to them, unless he is wearing his armor. His skin is tan and he has a scar on his cheek that he gained in a battle when he was in the dessert. His eyes much like his hair are a chocolate brown, and most of the time look very soft, though they can look sharp when he is getting serious, or is angered by something.


Powers:

• He can summon a variety of weapons which have special powers for them, each with a different power. For him to even think about summon a weapon he has to first touch it and learn the basics of using said weapon. Having only touched/learned how to use a spear and a sword so far in his life he is capable of summoning these. Though they are very different than what he originally had. (has learned how to summon one spear which can shoot lightning bolts (lighting has a recharge time cant' be used for a long amount of time as of now) as well as act as an effect lighting rod. And he has the ability to summon one sword which hampers the effect of healing magic on the wound that it inflicts)
  

• He can summon armors for combat out of a pocket dimension, these armors give him boast such as speed, power, defensive and some even give him resistance to certain attacks. Currently only has leather which makes his moves muffled and increases his nimbleness (these four are not the only armor he can get, but they are ones he will likely obtain in the future)
  

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Armors

Skills:


Martial Arts (black belt in Judo and Shoto kan, ever since he came to fable wood he has been practicing a more deadly style of martial arts. That is a mixture between Mau thai, and Krav maga)


Horseback riding (has always been a great horseback rider but now he is improving and trying to learn how to use a horse in combat)


Spear training (having practiced this on his own in his old dogo he is very good at it, but like everything else he is always looking to improve)


Agile and nimble working hard and doing constant stretches has kept him very flexible which is how he can dodge very well as well as perform cartwheel and rolls even in combat


Sword training having gotten a sword from Lela when he first got into fablewood, he began to learn how to use a blade. Even when he learned how to summon a spear he continues to practice using a sword.


Weapons: His summoned weapons (so far one spear and one sword, number will increase via story)


Personality:


Takeo has always been that energetic kid you saw playing outside before going to your computer. He is very charming along with charismatic. Talking his way out of trouble could be one of his favorite pass times and is surprisingly really good at it. With his life style he learned how to be independent, from cooking for himself and really just making sure he stayed in good health. He didn't rely on his own parents and if he wanted something he would work his damnest to get it.  When it comes to others he is ify on how he acts around them. Really it matters how they are to him before he decides. If he likes you or finds you funny to hang around or just enjoys your presence then he can be nice, supportive, and plain friendly. Almost always offering a friendly smile or grin just to lift ones spirit. He will try to help you if you are down even though he isn't the best at it. However if you are the opposite of that then he will be the most sarcastic person on the planet and be slightly on the annoying side.
 


Character flaws and physical weaknesses:


He is too independent and stubborn, often when faced with an enemy that is too strong he will likely keep fighting unless he is pulled back.


He could have a hole in his gut and he still would refuse help till he is pretty much on the verge of death.


He can get stressed a bit easily especially if given a lot of tasks to do even if they are small.


He also is mischievous so his sliver tongue can land him in just as much trouble as it can get him out of.


A daredevil at times, willing to push him self even to the point of getting hurt if it meant he could get stronger.


Wanting to be useful his feelings can get rather easily hurt if told he was wasting time or only ended up getting in the way. He wouldn't show this would hurt him, However there would be a change in his behavior.


Likes


Being useful


Learning new summons


Combat


Cracking jokes


Hanging out with Lela when possible


Horseback riding


Chocolate


Dislikes:


Getting in the way


When he puts all his effort into something but it was useless


Loosing a horse in combat


Awkwardness


Being called weak


Needing help


Admitting defeat


Hobbies and talents


Bio:

Takeo is the eldest child of huge family consisting of ten kids. Being the eldest he had the most responsibility and was the least spoiled. His family despite the number of people were actually really poor and were often struggling to get by. Takeo's family couldn't even afford to pay for his education, so he is completely self taught. One way he learned how to read was by reading countless amounts of fairy tails from almost ever culture out there. He was completely enthralled by these stories and would reread them a thousand times over. He would even like to imagine he was part of these fairy tales and with that he got very interested in horseback riding, self defense and spearman ship. Doing what he could he found a part time job and with the money took lessons on karate, how to ride a horse as well as wielding a spear.

He kept these activities a secret from his family since he would then have to tell them about his money stash, something they would take from him without a thought. Now for his family he might have told them, but he knew they would have blown it all on useless things instead of something that could help support the family. After a few years of all this secret training he was one day found out when his face was put in the newspaper after wining a local equestrian competition. When his farther discovered this he beat the ever living crap out of him, and refused to let him continue practicing. This pretty much broke his heart and he secluded himself from his family.

He did keep sneaking out to take lessons and luckily his father didn't find out about his spear or karate lessons. He lived an okay life if you include his times he spent hiding from his family just to have some fun. Well he thought he lived an okay life, really to anyone else his life was terrible, and luckily when he turned 17 someone called child services. When they came Takeo who had heard about the system wasn't inclined to join it since he was a year away from being a legal adult. So he decided to run away. He didn't even glace back as he left the small apartment he lived in before he could be taken. He just ran and ran, with absolutely no plans of what's next.

After running he ended up going through some bushes and then he remembered falling and pure darkness. Upon waking up he fond himself on a ship, a flying ship. Here he first arrived and saw fablewood for his own eyes completely surprised with what he saw he went with it anyway. Going with the group on their quest he made a few new friends and even unlocked his powers during a time in a battle in the dessert.

Now a month in since he got here and he still in love with the place. Even though the evil is trying to destroy it. Though he has yet to lose resolve and is still trying his best to fight the enemy when they appear. Only going stronger everyday and learning more and more about his powers whenever he gets the chance.
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[Bolts]

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  Name: Ty (Tyro)
  
  
  Age: Just over 500
  
  
  Race: Golem
  
  
  Gender/gender identity:Non-binary
  
  
  Romantic inclination: Asexual (golem afterall)
  
  
  Appearance: He stands around 9 feet tall and is made of hardened stone. Over the years of slumber, nature had taken root around him causing some corrosion. At the center of his chest is a glowing aura which is given off by a magical stone. His eyes also change color depending on his mood if it is strong enough.
  
  
  -Green: normal
  
  
  -Red: angry/rampage
  
  
  -Blue: sad
  
  
  -Purple: Fear
  
  
  -yellow: Happy
  
  
  (more to come if they come up)
  
  
  
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  Powers: Over the course of the night, he can repair himself as long as it is an arm, leg, even his head! He just needs about 50% of his body still intact to do so. He has incredible strength due to his nature. Lastly, he does not require sleep.
  
  
  When he is the target of harm in physical combat, he can go into a rampage. His eyes turn bright red and will attack pretty much anything close by him. His obvious first target is whatever attacked him though. Once the attacker is dealt with, people need to be careful with how they treat him. Once his eyes go back to green, they are safe.
  
  
  If his soul stone is removed from his body and not destroyed, it can be placed on any humanoid or animal like shape and take control of it. It will only work for inanimate objects however. No living thing can have a soul placed in it via the stone.
  
  
  Skills: He is still rather new to the concept of life, all he has going for him is strength related obstacles.
  
  
  Weapons: His fists
  
  
  
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  Personality:
  
  
  Ty is a bit of a sweet heart. He likes to take care of things such as organic creatures and land itself. Due to his situation of memory loss, he has a somewhat childlike mind. This leads him to be naive and trusting of most things. He will be more likely to follow the requests of those he knows longer but if no one is there, he will go along with just about anyone.
  
  
  He can get a little frustrated at times when things start to fall apart around him. Whether it be an animal ran away from him or he killed a flower by accident, he will have a small tantrum.
  
  
  At the same time, he does not enjoy fighting. He tends to cower away when things get too heated. If he is however directly attacked, he will switch to a rampage like state. He will start attacking anything near him till someone can calm him down or he runs out of energy.
  
  
  If someone does bring up magic or wizards, he will get quite while others talk. He does not know why the subject makes him feel uncomfortable but he would rather not know. The subject tends to make him have flashes of memory of his real past that he does not enjoy.
  
  
  Character flaws and physical weaknesses:
  
  
  In the center of his chest is a soul crystal. It holds the very power that allows him to move the golem like body. If that is removed, he has no method of movement or attack.
  
  
  Because his body is made out of stone, he tends to be slow and loud with each movement. The most times he will move faster if he had built up momentum.
  
  
  While his body is magically bound, weak spots are present. Hammering away at a spot will lead to some damage and possible breaking of limbs till he can repair. Cutting the vines that surround his body tend to deal the most amount of damage since they are deeply rooted in him now.
  
  
  He also has the rampage mode that could possibly be harmful to his friends should they get too close.
  
  
  Likes and dislikes:
  
  
  Likes- nature, new things, meeting new people, soothing people.
  
  
  dislikes- fighting, getting hurt, the memories that flash in every now and then.
  
  
  Hobbies and talents: Playing with the animals that found a way to nest within him, inspecting plants, learning about the world around him.
  
  
  
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  Many years ago, there was once a crooked wizard who feared his own mortality. Though his magic was strong, this very flaw was what lead him to the dark arts. Powerful and intelligent he set out to research a way to never die. To be invincible to anyone who wished him an end. Many years went by and his fear only grew. The very changing of his hair color due to age was enough for him to resort to the darkest of magic. He used Mortal subjects in his experiments. Ripping their souls out and stuffing them into inanimate objects. One after another, they became more mobile, more cognitive in thought, more… life like.
  
  
  One morning, he woke up coughing. Blood splattered from his mouth. He was out of time and knew what must be done. He went to his lab and uncovered the large body he had built for just this moment. A creature with no sense of mortality stood before him. Inside its chest was a special gem to capture the soul of a living being. On the left shoulder was the word Tyro or “Beginner”. He performed the deed and let his soul become trapped in the gem. The large body reacted violently. Potions and herbs fell as it rumbled. In this moment, a potion fell on the shoulder and ate away at the word Tyro which only left Ty.
  
  
  It had worked. The Evil wizard’s soul was now able to control the body. There was a catch however. He was but a few days away from his death. His soul was weak and had never been done with a near dead body. Parts of his soul were lost. His life as a wizard was all gone. He was a new being with a blank slate. As such, he wanted to explore the world that he did not know. So he set out. On his small adventure, he ended up falling off a cliff and into a forest unknown. There he lay dormant till the day he would wake up again. The forest grew over him. Vines and plants wrapped around his body. Animals found it a good nesting spot as well. With dark magic seeping into the lands, he will awaken soon after long years of rest.
  
  
  

 

[Peaceswore]

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  Name:: Kibito (Ki-be-toe) <p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2016_08/e5357d495bba66072e68b3fe84b4724d.jpg.dc1ada3afb9158ed849b880a2381af2d.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="147173" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2016_08/e5357d495bba66072e68b3fe84b4724d.jpg.dc1ada3afb9158ed849b880a2381af2d.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>
  
  Age: 198 (looks 15 however)
  
  
  Race: Eastern Dragon
  
  
  Gender/gender identity: Male
  
  
  Romantic inclination: Was never taught the birds and the bees and has little clue about anything when it comes to romance... So... He's learning (pan)
  
  
  Appearance: Kibito is a small boy no taller than 5"1, he has pale skin with the lightest of light tans on him. His hair is pure white and soft beyond words, and is often tied in a small pony tail though a lot of the hair is let loose. His eyes are a gleaming ruby color which look soft and kind. He wears odd looking clothing he made himself which is far from common in Fablewood, but he likes it.
  
  
  When in his dragon form Kibto length increases dramatically. When standing or flying from head to two he is about 25 feet long. White scales cover his entire body, while his mane and tail is green fur that is soft as his normal hair. Here is eyes turn from red to a sea green, but they still have that same soft look. His legs are like skin and a tan brown with no scales on it. He has talons on each of his claws that are not easy to break as they are almost as strong as a sword, however he doesn't keep them sharp so they are very dull. He has two very long whiskers on his face that are ten feet each and about an inch and a half thick. He has completely control over the movement of these whiskers and they never touch the ground.
  
  
  
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  In his dragon form <p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2016_07/floating_river_haku_x_chihiro_by_mariposa_nocturna-d7nm8on.jpg.bd5ab8e6a57930d62de27513e2e32f55.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="145574" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2016_07/floating_river_haku_x_chihiro_by_mariposa_nocturna-d7nm8on.jpg.bd5ab8e6a57930d62de27513e2e32f55.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>
  He has rather strong wind manipulation able to control wind with a few gestures or his mind, telepathy, flight, he can breathe out clouds, though if he feels threatened instead he will let out a powerful blast of air. He has his sharp teeth, whiskers (which can be used as whips or he can tangle people in them) and claws. His scales that are pretty strong and slick, being dragon scales they are rather hard to pierce or break. He also has the ability to read/listen/feel, the air/wind. Meaning he is often very aware of his surroundings even if his smell, hearing or sight is blocked
  
  He is very agile, able to weave in and out of many obstacles as well as tight squeezes. He’s not very physically strong, but his speed is not something you should scoff at. Since he is a bit small he can carry people but not too many. For a smooth and fast flight he can carry two people on his back, or one large person (he can carry more…but the ride wouldn’t be fast…or smooth). He even has the power to lay on clouds (meaning even he can physically touch clouds as if they were a normal platform.
  
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  He has weak/moderate wind manipulation. He can use it in combat a bit but must use movement or hand gestures to do it. The wind isn't as strong as it would be if he were in his dragon form, however he can use it for defensives and evasive movements. he is also trying to learn how to make his wind much like a bomb due to compressing. He still has the ability to fly, telepathy still but not as long of a range and can still physically touch clouds if he wants. He is a bit skilled in using a short blade (though he doesn't like to use it). He is faster than average people and his reaction time is impressive. He can do very good acrobatics as well, meaning he is pretty agile. His five sense (mainly his smell and hearing) are better than humans as well. He can read the wind but not as well as he could in his dragon form
  
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  He carries a pearl the size of a soccer ball. This pearl is exteremly valuable to him and he will absolutely refuse to loss it. It has special properties, such as giving him good luck, healing and wish granting. Now this pearl is NOT all powerful and in fact doesn't work so easily. In order for it to work certain requirements are needed to use it.
  
  The pearl at all times heals him, as long as he is holding it he will be healed. Now this healing process is a bit slow and isn’t the best for needing sudden healing. It would take a full night to heal something like a broken bone, how long it takes depends on the severity of the wound. It also heals anyone that is touching it with him. Someone can not hold the pearl and get healed, he and that person must be touching it at the same time.
  
  For it to give him good luck, something bad will happen to him sooner or later. If he is in a fight and he is about to be attack and has nowhere to go, the pearl will glow softly and the enemy may stumble giving him a chance to escape. However later (whether it is a few seconds, minutes or hours is random) he will also stumble and make a blunder that is the equivalent to the good luck that happens. Now he can have good luck after good luck, however if he does have good luck and then more good luck. Then a sudden wave of bad luck will hit him and the more good luck he has the worse the bad luck would be (if it gets really bad, the bad luck could be fatal)
  
  Now for the wish granting, this is a bit harder to do, and he rarely to never does this. For the pearl to grant wishes, he must state the wish clearly and place a certain amount of his blood onto the pearl. After doing this the wish shall be granted, however he will loss a good fifty of his own life if he does this. He can wish for almost anything, but he can’t bring back the dead, be granted immortality, or wish to be on par with god. Also only he can make the wish….of course it doesn’t have to be willing (meaning if someone caught him they could force him to make a wish). There is a ritual with this pearl that can be done to actually ignore those limitations. However he is not capable of doing this, and knows little about it.​
  
  
  
  
  Skills: Running
  
  
  Little sword training
  
  
  Helping people out giving support
  
  
  Weapons: A short blade
  
  
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  Innocent, kind, too nice for his own good. These are things that would describe him. This poor kid having been heavily sheltered most his life, knows very little of the evil of the world around him, and often doesn’t see it. And when he does he often tries to find a reason as to why that person or thing is committing the crime. And he would then see if there is any way he could help the person or thing (he once ran into a group of bandits, and ended up having a feast with them and got one guy to see his family again) .
  
  
  
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  He doesn't like to make people angry and often does what he can to make them happy and smile even if it's only for a short time. He will gladly sit down and listen to anyone’s problems no matter how minuscule it may seem. If he sees someone down he will tell them many stories of his life or even just make up ones on the spot to entertain and hopefully make them laugh.
  
  If for some reason someone does get pissed at him, he can easily tear up and may even break down on the spot, especially if he doesn't know what he did wrong. When he thinks he did something wrong he will try to fix the problem not only because he is nice, but because he doesn’t wish to make anyone mad at him. He can be a bit quiet, meek and shy at first, but if he warms up he will be just as happy as any kid his age should be.
  
  
  
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  With his five sense in human are strong and he has learned how to control what he hears and smells so he doesn't get overwhelmed. However when it comes to feeling he is susceptible to that as he is sensitive to hits with a weapon or without. Meaning he would feel more pain in his human form them regular humans (though in his dragon form this doesn't apply because his body is surrounded with tough scales far stronger then steel)
  
  
  
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  He is too trusting and is too gullible, not to mention clingy. This kid will give a bandit everything on him (except the pearl) and not even know he was just robbed blind. He doesn't like to take life and the thought of doing so frightens him greatly. He prefers defense and will only attack if someone tries to steal his pearl, his life, or someone he cares about.
  
  
  
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  He can be pretty clingy at times as well, if he gets attached to someone he can be found near that person almost all the time. Now he isn't a yandere, no he's far from it. He just scared of being alone again so he just sticks near that lucky/unlucky person (matters how annoying or bothersome they find him)
  
  
  
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  If someone takes his pearl, he will drop everything and do anything he can to get it back. That pearl is something he values more than his life and even more than others. He refuses to let anyone take it (but if he does let you hold it for even a second he has placed a great mount of trust into that person, far more than usual)
  
  
  
  
  
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  His pearl
  
  
  Cookies
  
  
  Drawing
  
  
  Humming
  
  
  Walking
  
  
  Flying
  
  
  Being around friendly people
  
  
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  Being yelled at
  
  
  Getting hit
  
  
  His pearl being taken
  
  
  Having to take a life
  
  
  Fighting
  
  
  Unable to help someone in pain.
  
  
  Hobbies and talents:[/b] He is a very skill painter and drawer. Having always had a fascination with art he spent many of his years learning how to do different styles of painting and drawings. He is also very good at playing the flute, ocarina and violin and fully enjoys playing these instruments.
  
  
  
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  Kibtio’s family has been known for its benevolence to humans and how they have guarded a certain town for generations on end because of their love to humans and because they reside there as well. His father who was a great dragon known by many, had one day vanished. Leaving the town, his mate, his children (who had yet to even hatch) and even the family pearl behind. No one knew why he left or where he went, but he was gone for ages and never came back. His mate took the place of head of the family and watched the village as well as her children.
  
  When Kibtio hatched (a few weeks later then he should have) he was a pretty frail child and it took almost a month till he was able to even open his eyes. Honestly many thought that he wouldn’t survive, but thanks to his mother care, the villagers kindness, and his brother’s company he did. He still wasn’t the strongest of dragons and out of fear someone may pray on her weaker child, his mother kept him in the cave for a good portion of his life. To be honest Kibito didn’t mind this at all as he believed him staying in there would help his mother as it would be one less child to watch over when she went out hunting with his brother. His brother, unlike Kibito was strong and fit, the perfect dragon one could say. Despite being the opposite of his brother he was never once jealous of him and loved him dearly. And his brother loved him just as much as his mother did.
  
  Since Kibito was so heavily guarded by his brother and mother, he was chosen to also be the one to care for the family jewel… The pearl. And that is what he did, never once letting it out of his sight and never letting anyone touch it as it meant the world not only to him, but to his family.
  
  All and all he had a happy life…that was till a very greedy noble had arrived at the town. Upon hearing about the dragons and the valuable item they guarded, the noble instantly set out to retrieve it with a group of soldiers. Though the force was so small they were easily driven away by his mother.
  
  Sadly this noble refused to give up, and a year later, she came back with an army and special group of dragon slayers. The mother raced out to defend the town and her sons, however… She was overpowered and soon placed into enteral sleep after taking out only 1/3 of the army.
  
  When his bother saw the defeat of their mother he stopped fighting and instantly grabbed Kibito and started to run. But much to their dismay they got cut off by the band of dragon slayers. The brother after handing Kibito his short blade told him to run in the opposite direction promising to meet up on a later date.
  
  Kibito didn’t want to run, but after being yelled at by his brother listened and ran nonstop, the pearl still in his arms as he did so. He ran for a good two days before falling over in a rice patty exhausted. Here he was found by a local farmer who kindly cared for the boy and helped him get better.
  
  This old man was nice enough to let Kibito stay with him till his brother came and get it, not even once asking for the pearl. Kibito accepted the offer and stayed there as he waited, and waited, and waited. The days turned to weeks, the weeks turned to months and the months turned to years. Soon the old man was nothing but dust in the ground and his brother still had yet to return.
  
  It was at this point he decided to use the orb to make a wish, after giving the blood and stating the wish he waited for it to activate…but it didn’t. Not because he didn’t do right, but simply because the wish he asked for couldn’t be completed. He of course didn’t understand this so after saying his prayers to the old man he left the rotting house and went to find his brother by going out and exploring the world.​
  
  
  
  

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[Lioness075]

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  <p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2016_07/57a8cc161b4bd_LunessArmor2.jpg.b0724e015f53a20a1cbe37eb1fa20bf3.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="146112" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2016_07/57a8cc161b4bd_LunessArmor2.jpg.b0724e015f53a20a1cbe37eb1fa20bf3.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>
  
  
  
  <p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2016_07/57a8cc01df241_LunessHumanForm.jpg.a1e919329d894b6ab101d9ed2c568844.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="145432" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2016_07/57a8cc01df241_LunessHumanForm.jpg.a1e919329d894b6ab101d9ed2c568844.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>
  
  
  
  <p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2016_07/57a8cc5c70c0d_LunessArt.jpg.f2cd3acf63056f29ef253772a7b56c37.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="146759" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2016_07/57a8cc5c70c0d_LunessArt.jpg.f2cd3acf63056f29ef253772a7b56c37.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>
  
  
  
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  Name: Luness
  
  
  Age: 20
  
  
  Race: Werecat
  
  
  Gender/gender identity: Female
  
  
  Romantic inclination: Straight
  
  
  Appearance: In both forms, her right eye is a vivid, mossy green, the color which she gets from her father. Her left eye is golden in her werecat form and then the red pictured above in her human form, which comes from her Alpha status as a werebeast.
  
  
  In her werecat form, Luness does have the ability to stand on her hind legs like a human, though she still remains primarily an animal in this form so, for example, she'd still have paws as opposed to hands.
  
  
  Luness has numerous scars spanning across her body from years of neglect, fighting, and the recent adventures that she’s gone on. All of her scars will remain on her body, no matter what form she takes. The first notable one is a the jagged scar spanning from the top of her right eyebrow down the side of her right face to the edge of her chin. It goes directly over her right eyelid and eye, but her right eye is perfectly okay otherwise. The next one is her left ear, which is torn and now only a small stub is left of it. On her arms, her right forearm has a mangled and two inch wide scar on it that is centered between her wrist and elbow, on the topside of her arm. This scar is from three different occasions, but the second time it was also broken so she actually has a scar on top of a scar. On top of the large and jagged scar, she also has a thin lined scar running from the middle of her wrist all the way to the middle of her elbow. The first time she sustained a scar there, it was a deep bite wound from a werewolf and so the bottom of her right forearm has jagged bite scars along it. Her left side has several claw marks on it from Bigby. In fact, most of her scars are from Bigby alone. The only scar she had prior to joining the group was the scar on her face. Next scar is several burn scars on her body, which have made it impossible for any fur to grow in those places. Her burn scars are on the following places, are all about two-three inches in diameter, and all have mostly circular kinds of shapes: just above her left hip, back of her right hand, top of left shoulder, outside of left ankle, outside of left foot and then both of the bottoms of Luness’ feet have burn scars so no fur can grow on the bottom of them and the her paw pads are scarred as well. Luness also has a scar along the inside of her left ankle, from the bottom of her jutting bone, along the top of it, and then a few inches up her shin. This scar is from when she broke her ankle at one point.
  
  
  Typical attire for Luness is the armor pictured above and it covers her entire body except for her face (unless she pulls up the hood to hide her eyes, which would just glow and be seen anyways) and her back paws. Usually, Luness walks barefoot everywhere, as she's almost always in her werecat form anyways. As for her forepaws (hands), Luness has partial gloves that only cover her palms, leaving her fingers and claws free to move with ease, especially if she decides to drop on all fours and sprint.
  
  
  
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  Powers: Being a werecat, Luness has the ability to shift from a human form to a werecat form (looks like a lynx) by will. In doing so, Luness grants herself enhanced physical capabilities including: night and enhanced vision (her eyes glow red and are that of a cat's), enhanced strength and agility, enhanced hearing (her ears are that of a lynx's so she can move them in different directions to further enhance her hearing), the ability to sense one's presence by hearing their heartbeat or seeing their heat trace with her eyes, etc. Luness is also an alpha werecat and so she has a unique yowl (caterwaul, which also has a 5-mile radius) that will sound like a challenge to other alpha werebeasts. It will temporarily deafen anyone who is near her (within 500 feet), which is worse for those who have enhanced hearing. Lastly, Luness has regenerative healing capabilities (can't heal grave wounds, though) and so she can heal most of her own wounds if given enough time to do so. In most cases, Luness can heal her wounds and injuries in half the time it would take for a human to do so.
  
  
  The only downside to Luness' werebeast abilities is that her human form is very weak in comparison. She rarely is in her human form and so her lack of conditioning as a human has left that form weak. She does all that she can to avoid being in it, but if she's stuck in it for any reason, she'll be almost useless in a combat scenario.
  
  
  Skills: Beyond her werecat capabilities, Luness actually has an amazing singing voice and knows how to play an acoustic guitar, one of which she owns and tends to keep handy most of the time unless she's knowingly going into a combat scenario. Beyond these two skills, Luness is mostly just a combatant and is hardwired for fighting.
  
  
  Weapons: Luness' claws in her werecat form as well as her fangs serve as her weapons. She does have some personalized battle claws that she can wear over her normal claws, further enhancing their ferocity.
  
  
  Ignore the weapons pictured in the armor picture in the first tab. Luness uses none of those and they aren't on her when she's wearing her armor.
  
  
  
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  Personality: Luness can be quiet at times, and more outspoken at other times, but typically tends to keep to herself, in the sense of self-preservation. If she feels as if she’s in the spotlight and everyone’s staring at her, then she may even lash out at the nearest person to get everyone to back off. She strongly dislikes talking about herself and usually won’t speak a lot about her past. Luness also has a spitfire kind of attitude so she's quick to defend herself and slow to apologize. More often not, she'll be fighting someone rather than having a calm and collected conversation. She is also extremely loyal to someone if they prove their worth to her or if she feels like she owes them something. More often she’s only loyal because she feels like she owes people something.
  
  
  Luness also will freak out if she’s in her human form since she views it as weak and useless. She rarely, if ever, shifts into her human form. Despite all of this, Luness loves music and is very inclined to be sitting against a tree trunk and singing to herself or playing on her guitar (but will quickly lash out at anyone if she finds out they were watching her...except for Kallin and Otto).
  
  
  In the old RP, Luness had major depression and was to the point of suicide at one point. She's overcome her struggles, but can still have a hard time sleeping. Now, Luness has more situational depression in that she will get in a depressed mood or show symptoms of depression depending on the situation she's in (i.e. there are specific triggers that can cause the symptoms to show). Beyond this, Luness also suffers from PTSD (post-traumatic stress disorder). This comes mostly from the fact that her father (Little Red Riding Hood's Big, Bad Wolf) murdered her mother in front of her when she was a toddler's age. He tried to kill Luness, too, but failed.
  
  
  Character flaws and physical weaknesses: Character flaws include Luness having difficulty handling personal concerns. She tends to keep her problems hidden from those around her, but they can manifest in relatable scenarios, all but rendering Luness incapable of helping her teammates until she can overcome her problem. Luness also has a spitfire attitude (as mentioned before) most of the time so she can cause arguments and squabbles over just about anything that she finds remotely irritating to her. Also, Luness hates being touched by anyone except for Kallin (SO (significant other) and Otto (half brother) from the original RP. Poke her and you'll probably lose a finger. Luness strongly dislikes getting close to or letting anyone get close to her so if she's constantly causing problems with someone, well, it's more expected than anything else. Despite not wanting to get close to anyone, Luness will go beyond the extra mile for anyone on her team, so much so that she will tackle someone out of the way of a crashing dragon only for herself to be crushed underneath its massive body as a result.
  
  
  As for physical weaknesses, Luness primarily is weak in her human form, as she feels and is weak in it. She also has numerous scars covering her body, rendering those locations somewhat weakened from past severe injuries of varying degrees. Lastly, her left ear was bitten off her head at one point, making her ability to hear in that ear terrible. If someone tries to speak to her from her left side, she most likely won't hear them right away until they poke her or something (except poking her might set her off).
  
  
  Likes and dislikes: Luness likes being alone for the most part. In a crowded situation, Luness is likely to clam up and become easily irritable. She also enjoys music, though she probably wouldn't admit to liking anything if someone asked her about it. Food-wise, Luness has quite the affinity for bacon, something she shares with her half brother, Otto. Lastly, Luness feels an undying desire to protect and save any and all animals (human-like or not) before humans. Same goes for children of any kind. SO (significant other) first, animals second, children third, adults last for her. Oh, and Luness naturally loves her half brother, Otto, though she doesn't like to show how soft she's getting around him.
  
  
  Dislikes are almost endless for Luness. She hates being touched, doesn't like making friends, and hates feeling weak or being weak in front of anyone (for example, Luness never learned how to read so she would be mortified if someone asked her to read something for her, as this would give away her illiterate status). Luness does not whatsoever like to be coddled so if she gets hurt in a fight, it's probably a good idea to not help her up, else you want a new scar on your arm or a missing finger. If she's ever injured gravely enough, Luness will automatically revert to her human form in order to heal more quickly. In doing so, Luness would be biting the first person she saw upon waking up (thinking she's still in the battle), mistakenly doing so in her human form, getting seriously embarrassed about it, and then probably shifting before biting said person again. One more thing Luness dislikes is anyone being at her left side. Due to the injury she sustained to her left ear (basically none of it is left there), Luness feels threatened whenever someone approaches her from that side.
  
  
  Hobbies and talents: As mentioned before, Luness can sing (think Kina Grannis voice) and knows by heart how to play her acoustic guitar. As for hobbies, Luness actually loves to play tag (do note that fingers may or may not be lost during tag...). She didn't grow up with any friends and when she first officially met her own pack as a newfound alpha, Luness ended up playing a version of tag that she absolutely loved.
  
  
  While she hasn't had much time to even consider smoking during recent events in FableWood, Luness does have the habit of smoking, which she was introduced to when humans began entering FableWood. Due to her healing capabilities, Luness can't contract lung cancer or even damage her lungs from the habit.[/b]
  
  
  
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  Bio: Luness grew up in the forests of FableWood with her mother, who was a werecat as well, but was left to fend for herself after her mother was killed by a werewolf, who was Luness’ father, Bigby (AKA, The Big, Bad Wolf from Little Red Riding Hood). Luness' mother told her that Luness' father was a werewolf, but that he was dead before Luness was born in order to try and protect her from Bigby. She vowed to avenge her mother one day, but when she finally killed Bigby, she only felt far worse about what she had done. Despite being left to fend for herself when she was just a kit, Luness quickly learned self-preservation and managed surprisingly well on her own. She's grown up in isolation so she is rather unsure of how to socially interact with others at times. She prefers to be in her werecat form, crawling around on all fours and trying to avoid contact with others. Her human form is highly uncomfortable to Luness, as she views it as weak and useless despite her still having no problem fighting as a human. She just doesn’t like the lack of fur on her body and her senses being as terrible as a human’s. With humans introduced to FableWood, it didn't take long for Luness to come across some cigarettes and alcohol, especially after she snuck into their world a few times. While she wasn't too keen on the alcohol, Luness is now addicted to smoking and is quite the odd sight with it. She'll usually be in her werecat form, leaning up against a tree trunk and smoking. Certainly not the most normal thing to see around FableWood, but then again, what is considered normal there?
  
  
  Once she joined up with Ward's team (original RP), Luness eventually found herself confronting her father, who had murdered her mother when Luness had been but a child. Ending her father's life, Luness had hoped to find refuge in her revenge, but it had done little to quell her torn spirit. As time passed, Luness came to better know her new teammates after she stumbled through a portal and ended up at Castle Branbern.
  
  
  During their quest in Oz, Luness came across Otto for the first time, unwittingly meeting her half brother far before she even knew who he actually was. When Otto returned from Oz to rejoin their band of heroes, Alta (old werewolf healer) connected the dots and found out that Luness and Otto used to have the same father, Bigby. Now Luness has family once more.
  
  
  As time went on between quests, Luness continued to struggle inwardly until they came upon a curious character. Kallin, a mage of unknown capabilities with his powers. Not long after they first met, the entire team plus Kallin were thrown into an arena against a dragon unlike any other. When the dragon met its end, it fell to the arena ground with a thunderous collision, except Luness had been under it moments after she'd tackled Kallin out of the way of what would've been certain death for him. After healing, Luness found herself becoming increasingly curious about Kallin, as he didn't even remember his own past. A quest or two later and Kallin was accompanying Luness on a quest of her own, one which would finally give her the closure she sought through revenge. Afterwards, Luness and Kallin grew closer until Kallin's curse worsened and the mere mention of his looming death on the horizon made Luness question her sanity once more. How could she expect herself to heal when she'd finally opened up to someone...and now they were going to die?
  
  
  Luness didn't have long to question this, as war loomed over FableWood and she soon found herself at the forefront of the war, arming herself alongside her pack and Kallin for a battle that not everyone would be returning from.
  
  
  

 

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<strong>Appearance: </strong>Arianne has a pretty average height for her age, standing 5"1 feet tall, her body being slender and athletic. Her pale green eyes and her long, blonde hair usually captivates anyone who looks at the cheerful young girl who prefers to be seen smiling a lot. Very devoted to her new job, Arianne wears her priestess uniform almost every time when out in public, bringing her staff with herself whenever she is to hold a sermon in a church. When she uses her 'Ascension' power she transforms into her older, adult self for few minutes. In this form she becomes 5"8 tall, her eyes turn into pure golden, her locks will be silver-gold and her entire body will be covered in a golden-white garb which is reinforced with matching armor at some places. In this form she has massive angelic wings sprouting out from her back, allowing her to fly whilst the transformation is active and she carries an engraved, ancient book with herself, spreading wisdom and blessings wherever she goes. In her free time (and with her friends) Arianne uses different clothes based on the occasion. Despite sometimes confusing the staff in the castle she loves to wear a maid uniform and sometimes helps in the chores voluntarily when she does so. In other occasions she dresses up in a beautiful red-orange yukata, in which she often looks like a young princess, her smile being so radiant.


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<strong>Powers:</strong> Being referred only as 'Light Sister' in the church she is working at Arianne has earned this title with her close affinity to holy and light magic. Being able to conjure small light elementals to aid her allies as living shields or sources of light and having the power to weave protective magic around her friends Arianne had learnt how to control the core of her powers through sheer will and dedicated learning. Her mysterious energies are further amplified whenever she decides to give her all... and ascends for a short period of time.


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<strong>Skills:</strong> Knowledge in the ancient arts allow her to decipher rather difficult puzzles and cryptic messages, her knowledge in the arcane allows her to meditate and commune with the spirits for assistance and serenity of others. Her intelligence allows her to read and learn things at a rather accelerated pace whilst her affinity to light allows her to soothe even the most raging sword. <strong>Weapons:</strong> Her staff Aldnu'Reth, is rumored to have been carved from the very first tree in the Glade of the Moon where the goddess Mother Moon once resided.


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<strong>Personality:</strong> Never forgetting her roots and upbringing in Aerios Arianne is respectful, charming and an understanding girl whose empathy embraces many - not only those who seek her counsel in the church but also those who she considers as her ally. Always wanting to learn and expand Arianne often locks herself up in libraries whilst she is studying tomes and scrolls of eras past so that her intelligence can serve as an asset to whatever adventure she is volunteering to embark on.


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<strong>Character flaws and physical weaknesses:</strong> Patience is the virtue of the elderly and this is true to Arianne. Though respectful and considerate in most cases the young girl still rushes headlong into fights and arguments if it means to defend her or her friends' honor. Though her self restraint shows whenever she in entangled in topics she is really into she has the tendency to fire shots against those who dare to defy either her will - or the will of her respected Prince. Being a rather fragile little girl Arianne tends to avoid physical confrontation whenever possible for though her agility is admirable she can not really stand toe-to-toe against a powerful foe in melee combat.


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<strong>Likes and dislikes:</strong> Arianne really loves sweets - and pretty dresses like most other girls. She is really the fan of free time activities, meaning that she is a rather outgoing person who enjoys spending most of her time in the outside world. She often just lies in the grass in the veil of the night, staring at the Moon and contemplating about the mysteries she had experienced. Strife and pain is what Arianne most hates for it goes against her teachings in the church and leave misery in their wake. Stormy and particularly cloudy nights when she can not catch the glimpse of the Moon is also something she finds quite depressing.


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<strong>Hobbies and talents:</strong> Though she rarely shares this with anyone she really loves singing and in her free time she tried to learn how to sew and weave... with little success so far. Aside from being able to craft words masterfully Arianne really loves to read stories to other children and to teach them about the brief history of FableWood - this allowing her to help them through these dark times.


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<strong>Bio:</strong> Having strange, almost too perfect memories of growing up in Aerios were the only early thoughts Arianne had when she first decided to break out from the mundane tasks she was doing in her youth and joined the spectators to watch the legendary Sky Race that had been held there few months ago. The legendary heroes of FableWood were the participants and it was pretty much there when she first felt a calling to go with these tale-like legends, to journey with them. She thought that leaving behind her supposed birthplace would make her sad and anxious - but the thrill of exploration and the calling of the world had proven to be just too tempting to refuse and all too soon the young girl realized that she had found a new family for herself. The adventures were many and the dangers great for a young girl like her but this did not deter her from sticking her nose in whatever danger they were pursuing. Throughout their journey she even managed to learn that the power of light was sleeping within her body and much to her amusement she could use these powers to aid the others - through her unrefined skills were definitely no match for the heroes' powers. These travels continued and the light-hearted girl smiled and cheered through all of them... until the Sand Seas. The perilous adventure held many dangers and through great struggles and pain did Arianne learn what it meant to lose some allies... Loss was never deterring or daunting for Arianne - it was but a teacher, something that urged her to mature before her time and to seek knowledge and enlightenment. When they returned from the Sand Seas the girl became a bit more seclusive with the intent of learning her own magical ways to better help people. Day after day she studied books, scrolls and ancient texts slowly and steadily mastering her art and becoming an adept spellcaster. In order to give aid and consolidation to others she began to work as a sister in the church so to give hope and guidance to many who suffered from the ongoing strife. She, however, never forgot that her primary duty was with the others - and her goal was to end Caraboss' tyranny once and for all. When the drums of war thunder once again the young priest shall answer the call - and the light shall beckon to her will as well.


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<strong>Name:</strong>: Nyr


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<strong>Age:</strong> 22


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<strong>Race:</strong> Dread Raven


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<strong>Appearance: </strong>The visage of the dread raven is often daunting and outright fearsome, thus Nyr chooses to spend most of her time in her humanoid form, in which she is 5"8 feet tall. Her hair is long, ebony black which complements the dark, crimson eyes she has. Her body is slender and athletic, her wings big, her feathers sharing the dark color of her hair. Though she does not like to transform to her real visage Nyr keeps her wings most of the time even in her humanoid form, allowing her to fly - albeit slower than in her true form. Though Nyr still oftentimes wear the goth lolita dress she preferred to when she first met the others nowadays she tends to wear her grey sating clothes which is the regal dress of the dread raven leaders, the Prelates. This symbolizes her undying devotion and love to her kind, bearing the message that no matter where her wayward kin is she will come and gather them to lead the avian creatures towards the right goal. Knowing fully well that the battlefield is dangerous and that her body is fragile Nyr ordered a well crafted platemail armor from the best smiths of Branbern, the girl donning the massive armor whenever the time for war is nigh. Though the gear slows her down on foot she has no issues with it whilst flying, making her a much more lethal avian fighter than on land. Transformation into her true form is rare but occasionally she does do it. In the dread raven form she is a bit more than 20 feet tall, her entire body and even her beak colored in the void-black color. Her massive body allows her to carry various troops on her back if needed, allowing her giant wings to fly much faster and fatigue much slower than in her human form. Unable to speak, Nyr communicates via a telepathic connection whenever she is a raven.


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<strong>Powers:</strong> Originally raised by the mystical moon deity, Mother Moon, Nyr used the restorative powers of the moon when she was younger, though this crude form of wielding magic taxed the girl to the utmost. Wielding light and darkness was something the girl needed to learn and balance over her adventures and while she can use both of them one after another she still needs to learn how to merge the two forces together. While the dark energies she wield still try to seduce her Nyr had remained resolute in the face of adversary and will no longer give in to such temptations - her mastery over the dark side of her soul is now absolute.


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<strong>Skills:</strong> Being a raven means that flight is a natural gift to the girl. Nyr often uses her wings to her advantage and whilst she rarely shifts to her true form she can offer herself as a transporter should it be necessary. Aside from fighting primarily with magic Nyr now learned how to wield a sword skillfully to protect herself in close quarter combat.


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<strong>Weapons:</strong> A finely crafted sword which resists corrosion with a heft crafted by the most skilled smiths of Aerios. The stalwart companion always stays with Nyr, serving as her defense against those who dare to sneak up on her.


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<strong>Personality:</strong> Nyr went through a lot of changes ever since she joined on the adventure of the now 'Heroes of FableWood'. From a shy, introverted girl she turned into someone who would gladly sacrifice anything to save her friends... and even showed a romantic side of herself. It is true that her seclusive nature still lingers she became a much more sociable person who is willing to take matters in her own hands. Because of this Nyr usually speaks with a calm, well refined tone to win arguments quietly, trying to avoid all conflicts if possible. Her calm demenour remains apparent on the battlefield as well. Whilst she is willing to cull the forces of darkness mercy had never left her side - she offers help to those who wish to atone for their sins and she gladly help friends out in need. Though at first her burning red eyes and her ebony hair might look daunting deep down Nyr is kind and considerate - though sometimes she tries to hide it perhaps too well.


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<strong>Character flaws and physical weaknesses:</strong> Though her mastery over light and darkness grew Nyr is still prone to overloading herself with volatile magic in desperate situations. Control is something the girl possesses, but she tends to throw it away in impatience or in desperation which often leads to some injuries inflicted upon herself in her reckless abandon. While she is very agile and fast she is not someone who can sustain much injury, her figure is not bulky nor tough thus she needs to avoid direct contact. Aside from this, much like all birds, her feathers are vulnerable to water and will make it very difficult if not outright impossible for her to fly when she contacts with a large amount of water.


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<strong>Likes and dislikes:</strong> It is not a well known fact but ever since Nyr tasted a good looking cake in Aerios she realized how much a sweet-tooth she was and that she likes most of the products a bakery could offer. Whenever she has the time she races in the sky, flying freely, oftentimes just staring at the Moon while she is still at it. Though she knows that is is vacant and empty she still visits the Glade of the Moon, hoping that her beloved Mother Moon would return one day. Hating things is a harsh thing to say but Nyr definitely hates Caraboss for what he had done to not only Ward but to herself as well. She managed to overcome her hatred towards her father who was deceived she now holds a grudge against the minions of darkness who are threatening FableWood and she will surely unleash her ire upon them. On a much smaller scale she admits to dislike hot places (though if it is for a mission she tolerates it). She also prefers not to eat pickles and eggs if she can help it.


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<strong>Hobbies and talents:</strong> Aside from being an ace flyer Nyr tried herself at fashion once... with not much success. After the war is over she definitely wishes to expand her knowledge and try herself out in many forms of art - whilst she was writing a small diary for a short period of time she wishes to try and write poems later, practice painting - and perhaps to try an instrument as well.


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<strong>Bio:</strong> That the life of Nyr was a turbulent one is an understatement on many levels. Abandoned at her birth the little girl was brought up by the strange deity only called as Mother Moon. The goddess nurtured the little raven back to life and raised her as her own, always teaching her how to use the blessed powers of the Moon to heal and protect instead of utilizing the surge of darkness slumbering within her for destruction. For many years Nyr did manage to follow her mother's guidance and began to explore the world on her own - that is how she met the now prince Ward who guided her - and many other brave heroes - to countless adventures. The trials they faced were far from easy but little did the young dread raven know about the tests she must face during their adventures. When Branbern was under siege by the nefarious forces of Caraboss the girl did join the fray to fight - which resulted in the death of her own father who revealed the truth behind her abandonment. Trying to secure a life free of corruption and deceit her father made the ultimate sacrifice to throw his daughter away - so that she could offer redemption and a brighter future for their own kind. Mourning the now hero in her hands Nyr had sworn to find her corrupted kin and to rally them under the banner of the good side. This shock was not to be the last, however. In addition to the internal struggle between light and darkness within the girl she had to discover that her beloved Mother Moon one day vanished. Though she felt the connection ever so slightly she still could not contact with her and presumed the beloved deity to be gone fore good. Losing both of her parents was a great shock - a shock which was only bearable because she managed to find something she never imagined to do: love. The heroic feline warrior Panthera Leo managed to win the heart of Nyr. Respecting the great warrior for his devotion to his past love Ruby and cherishing him for his love for her Nyr had sworn to bring happiness everlasting to them after this war will be over. Nyr knew that after returning from the Sand Seas that she had work to do. Whilst the armies of FableWood were preparing for battle she felt the calling of her own kin and decided that it was time for her to go find her wayward brothers and sisters. Being unveiled that she is the Prelate of her kind the dread raven now scours the land of FableWood, searching every corner for brethren uncorrupted... for she knows that this battle will be something that decides the fate of this world... and shapes the future for all of them.


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  Name:: Leandra Forrester
  
  
  Age: 21
  
  
  Race: Real World Human
  
  
  Gender/gender identity: Female
  
  
  Romantic inclination: Homosexual
  
  
  Appearance: Ignore the iceball she's controlling in the picture above and just focus on the appearance aspect. Leandra's eyes are both an icy blue, and seem to have a slight glow to them, especially in dark lightings. Her hair is white due to the fact that both her brother and herself are albinos. Despite being albinos, neither of the twins have ever suffered any side effects from it beyond the white hair and pale complexion. She also has several slash scars lining the underside of her right wrist.
  
  
  
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  Powers: Leandra has the ability to heal others wounds, even extensive wounds that would otherwise kill the person inflicted by them. Helping herself is challenging though, as it usually brings her more pain, not less. It's best if someone else heals her, else she'll probably end up unconscious while attempting to do so. She can also fall unconscious from extensive healing of others, this usually only occurs if the wounds they suffer from are grave.
  
  
  Leandra's second power is the ability to fly with her own set of wings. Problem is, they're still pretty new to her so she isn't anywhere near graceful with them yet. She's been known to knock things over with them when they're folded against her back as well as for flying into things. Leandra's wings are a wingspan of 13 feet and have a shimmering appearance to them. In direct sunlight or bright lighting, Leandra's wings will shimmer white on whichever side is exposed to the lighting, but on the unexposed side, her wings will look like a dark grey. With this in mind, in any dark settings, Leandra's wings will have an almost ominously dark grey or black appearance to them. Her wings are also composed of feathers as opposed to being leathery.
  
  
  Skills: Leandra was previously in the military, the US Army specifically, and was transported to FableWood after an ambush occurred in Afghanistan against her own convoy. Because of her military experience, Leandra has skills in leadership and knows combat first aid skills (though, this knowledge is now used more extensively since she has healing powers). Also because of her military experience, Leandra is a crack shot (except there are no guns in FableWood) and she is also skilled in hand-to-hand combat. She learned mostly boxing in her young age and military life so that's her primary way of fighting. She learned some jiujitsu later on, but is far better at boxing forms.
  
  
  Weapons: Leandra has a staff that she almost always keeps strapped to her back for quick access. It doesn't enhance her healing capabilities, but she's quickly learned how to use the curved tip to trip enemies that get too close for comfort as well as how much fun it can be to bonk an enemy on the head, usually resulting in them falling unconscious.
  
  
  
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  Personality: Leandra is very bold and outgoing, a true extrovert. She takes pride in all of her accomplishments, but is humble enough to not go around boasting about them. She is also beyond loyal to her brother and anyone she considers a friend. She would go out of her way to help them anyway imaginable and is not afraid to confront someone when they're clearly upset. She won't stop bugging them until they finally tell her, or she begins to feel bad for pushing them too hard.
  
  
  She's also very empathetic and can tell by a person's body language and the way they're speaking how they're feeling in a moment. It's kind of a natural gift, and she uses it all the time to understand what her brother doesn't say out loud. Unless Leandra is close to someone already, she won't approach them if she can tell they're upset by something. Despite being an extrovert, Leandra won't reach out to just anyone.
  
  
  Character flaws and physical weaknesses: Leandra can be too bold at times, being overly courageous and putting herself in an extremely risky and dangerous position. Her loyalty to her brother can also be faulty, as she'd rather herself be harmed than her brother, though this loyalty goes both ways. Leandra can go over someone else's personal boundaries in trying to help them with their feelings, when it's most certainly not her place to do so. Lastly, Leandra has a strong mistrust towards any and all males besides her twin brother.
  
  
  Leandra has PTSD in association with anything remotely romantic, as the abusive parents made her ultimately fear getting close to any guys beyond her twin brother. She has never kissed a boy or been in a relationship of any kind. Manjano is the only boy that she truly and without a doubt trusts with her life and true self. Thus, Leandra has slowly found that she has a stronger attraction towards those of the same gender.
  
  
  Physical weaknesses for Leandra are few in number, but one would be her current inability to get her blasted wings to actually do what they're meant to do. Beyond the struggle with her wings, Leandra will go into full-on panic mode (i.e. freeze up so much so that one would think she was paralyzed) if she's ever stuck alone in a room with a male who isn't her brother. She would be paralyzed almost immediately from the overwhelming fear she'd be experiencing.
  
  
  Likes and dislikes: Leandra loves art, more so the kind that is drawn than any other kind. She also loves nature and its beauty so she'll often be found smiling at some mountain in the distance or perhaps overlooking a lake despite the team being on a serious mission. Leandra also loves her twin brother more than anything. Lastly, Leandra absolutely loves to drink hot cocoa and will do so in a cooled off room even if it's, like, ninety degrees outside (fahrenheit).
  
  
  Leandra doesn't dislike too many things in the world, though she's horrified of ever being stuck alone in a room with a male. She doesn't like being around too many males at once and can get overwhelmed if that happens. She also strongly dislikes anyone, other than her brother, shortening her name and calling her Lea (pronounced Leah). Besides those two things, Leandra doesn't like tomatoes (she really doesn't).
  
  
  Hobbies and talents: Leandra is a phenomenal artist and loves to draw people when they're not aware that she's doing it. She loves to draw people in the moment. Thus, she always has a sketchbook handy in her backpack, which is her camouflaged assault pack from the military, and pencils to sketch with. She doesn't typically color any of her drawings.
  
  
  
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  Bio: Leandra has a British accent, as despite living in a military family, the twins weren't born until their parents were both in their thirties due to the busy military lifestyle. Their parents were born in England and then moved to America shortly after they were married. Because of this, the twins grew up hearing a British accent and so they soon were speaking with it, too. Not too long after moving to America, their parents both joined the military and then several years later, the twins were born.
  
  
  Leandra and her twin brother both grew up in a military family, as previously mentioned. At the age of thirteen, both of their parents were overseas for a war and the two were left home with a nanny. By the time their parents returned...they returned in coffins with American flags draped over them. The twins were both left with no other family members to turn to and so they became orphans.
  
  
  After spending years in foster care, the twins soon found themselves in what appeared to be the perfect home with two loving parents at the age of sixteen. Not too long after, the parents adopted the twins and they were overjoyed. Their joy was short-lived though. Not too long after the adoption paperwork was finalized, the parents switched gears. The husband attempted to assault Leandra alone one night and her brother, Manjano, came to her rescue at the last moment, which ended with both the husband and Manjano with black eyes, bruised bodies, and even a few lacerations. After that night, Manjano never left Leandra's side while they were home and every time the husband or wife got too drunk and tried to assault Leandra, Manjano would take the hits for her.
  
  
  Once the twins both turned eighteen years old, they packed what little provisions they had of their own and then ran away from home...and enlisted in the Army. After finishing training together, the two went active duty and stayed on a base for the first year of their military career, which mostly involved a ton of training. Leandra spent her time wisely and learned several different hand-to-hand combat styles along with medical expertise while Manjano focused on his marksmanship. The end result was that Leandra became a combat medic while Manjano became a sniper. Now, the twins are overseas in Iraq, where they have been sent to help quell the growing tensions, though neither believe the tensions ever stopped growing in Iraq.
  
  
  Leandra first entered FableWood when her convoy in Afghanistan was ambushed. Just as everything went to hell, Leandra was thrown by an explosion into a nearby house and passed out from the extensive injuries. By the time she'd recovered, she was in Castle Branbern and had been taught the basics about the world she'd entered and her new role in it. Her fear that her brother was dead since he'd been in the same ambush as her, but never showed up in FableWood, continues to plague her throughout the story, but she keeps a level head, as she has to be strong for those around her. Just like when she was a squad leader in the Army and part of the leadership in charge of the convoy.
  
  
  

 

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Panther Leo


Art By Silverflight



Name: Panthera Leo, aka The Cowardly Lion


Age: 116 Human Years


Race: Panthera


Gender: Male


Romantic inclination: Heterosexual


Appearance: Leo is what he refers to as a Panthera. He stands on two large legs at just about 8' tall, with the body of a man, but the head of a lion. He is mostly dressed in robes and cloth, but his shoulders are covered in gold pauldrons known as The Mantle of the Guardian. His mane is a golden white color that he keeps nice and clean looking with braids. He sports a single scar across his left eye that has rendered the eye useless. 


Powers: Leo is a natural Healer. Calling on the powers of the forest he can heal simple wounds to severed limbs. He also has an unparalleled knowledge of medicinal plants and poison. In a fight he uses his strength and his double bladed war ax which he has recently had modified to break away in the middle of the shaft and turn into duel wielded axes. During his previous adventures in Fablewood, Leo lost his Forest Spirit, Lilly. She sacrificed herself to preserve Leo's memories and abilities by combining herself with his mind. Though the ward he had been sworn to protect his now gone, her influence and energy flows through Leo like a river through the forest itself.


Weapons: Leo has a double sided Axe Staff that had a disconnection on the center. This allows him to wield two singular axes at once for much quicker movements, or a staff for longer reach.


Personality: In a few short words, Leo can be described as stern, loyal, trustworthy, and strong. In a bit more depth, Leo is very reserved, keeping to himself to focus on tasks or thoughts that he feels need focusing on. His will is strong, and he keeps a constant vigilance over those whom he has deemed friends or allies. He keeps secrets for those that are privy to them, and uses his abilities for the good of Fablewood and all its inhabitants. Though his outer form can be somewhat intimidating, Leo is soft at heart. He feels for the land and its people, continually trying to find a balance between the two. He fears for the growing tide of Carabosse and her horde, but it puts his faith in the good that still inhabits Fablewood, and those that have been summoned to protect it. 


Character flaws and physical weaknesses: Physically, Leo is in peak condition, even in his semi advanced age. The only physical hindrance he has obtained is his missing left eye he obtained during his flee from Oz. Emotionally, however, Leo fears his past. His time before joining the Heros of Fablewood, he was known throughout Oz as "The Cowardly Lion" after fleeing from Ruby and leaving his friends behind. While Oz and the Ozites no longer revere him this way, he still clings to his failure and uses it to help keep himself strong.


Likes and dislikes: Leo likes friendship and the bonds that he has created with so many during his travels through Fablewood. He cares deeply for the forest still, and enjoys peaceful moments sitting and relaxing in them. Anything that would disrupt that peace, or harm those whom he considers friends, he does not care much for. He also has a extreme aversion, bordering on disgust for the undead. While in the shifting sands, Leo found the living dead to be an affront to life and all things life stands for. Those who tamper with life, are not ones that Leo considers in high regards. 


Hobbies and talents: Leo likes to read about the many flora that inhabit Fablewood. Generally anything that could further his knowledge holds interest to him and he likes to learn about it. His natural talent is for making things grow. It has been joked that "even in a desert, he could grow a rose."


Bio: Leo was born to a race called Pantheras. A wild and savage race that made their homes over the great expansive plain of Fablewood. They were primate in their nature, but still resembled clans of a civilization untouched by the modern world. Leo, born the smallest in his clan, was left to die on the edges of the clan's territory, as was custom for the tribes, only a few days after his birth. His tiny wails pierced the night of the territory that was border to a mysterious forest none to those in Fablewood as, The Forest of Reflection. The tiny wails and cries in the night sturd the forest, as if a gust of wind had rustled the glass like leaves of the entire forest. By daybreak, Leo was gone. He had been carried off by a very unsuspecting creature named, Bruin. A large bear with black tribal marks across his face and chest, Bruin took the young cub into the heart of the forest where he lived. The forest had told him to take the young Pantheras under his wing, that in dew time, he was to replace Bruin as its Guardian. Bruin, a devout and respectful Guardian, began training Leo and guiding him to his destiny. After many years, Bruin began to feel the pull of something dark shifting in the world. He, and several other guardians left their posts under the guidance of their wards to learn of what darkness had begun to shift in the world. With fear of never returning, Bruin passed on the Guardianship of the forest to Leo, still quite young. Bruin never returned. Leo was left in the world alone more. Though his solitude did not last long. He once again found friendship in a young woman named Ruby who had stumbled into his forest looking for help. A great and powerful witch had taken her kingdom, and she required brave warriors to help reclaim it. Leo, despite the warnings he received from the forest, traveled with the girl to a land called Oz. There, he and Ruby met many mighty warriors to help destroy the evil witch. Though despite the many brave and strong warriors they acquired, the battle was for not. After the apparent defeat of the witch, Ruby was possessed by her spirit, turning her friends against Leo with dark powers like he had never seen. Leo fled from Oz barely escaping alive. He returned to his forest, branded a coward, and once more took up his mantle of Guardian. He had lost friends, his confidence, and most of all, a woman whom he had loved. Years passed, and Leo grew older and wiser from his past mistakes. He took up his position with the utmost seriousness and watched over the forest and it's inhabitants. But the darkness spreading through Fablewood did not stop at its borders. The darkness took hold in the forest despite Leo's bravest efforts, bringing with it a band of heroes that had been sent to bring down the darkness spreading with the help of the most powerful beings to ever grace Fablewood, Humans. During his time with the group, Leo spent his time absorbing energy from around Fablewood and the many places they journeys. He channeled the energy into the spirit of the forest, Lilly, who had taken up residence within Leo. Over time she regained her strength and help bolster Leo. The largest boost to Leo's strength however came from the love he found in the young Raven girl Nyr. Her love for him gave him something personal for him to fight for, which carried him through some of the hardest battles with the Hero's. The hardest being after Lilly sacrificed herself to keep Leo from losing his memories during their adventure in The Whispering Isles. Leo felt the emptiness of his mind like a gaping hole in his very being. But the battle continued on, his friends and his love keeping him. After a reunion with his former master's spirit Bruin, Leo and the group continued on to find the missing pieces of a key said to be able to aid in the defeat of Carabosse.







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Otto Human form

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Otto Feral Form


Name: Otto


Age: 18 


Race: Werewolf


Gender: Male


Romantic inclination: Heterosexual


Appearance:  Otto is a skinny young man, barely standing at 5 1/2 feet tall. He has black shaggy hair and a face that usually has a smile on it. Though he may look normal enough from far away, he has three defining features that set him out from most teenage boys. The first being the two large black ears that stand on either side of his head. The second, is his long tail the color of his hair. The final feature is only visible when he is in wolf form or without a shirt, a long jagged scar that runs from his right shoulder to left hip. A token from his long deceased father.


Powers: Otto is a werewolf and thus can shift into a wolf form whenever he pleases. His wolf form as a small and innocent looking little black wolf with remarkable speed. Since joining Ward and the heros of Fablewood, he has discovered a second transformation that turns him into a bipedal figure with razor sharp claws and wolf like features. While not as fast as his wolf form, he is considerably stronger and fiercer.


Skills: Increased speed in wolf form Increased strength in Feral form The ability to make people smile and laugh.


Personality: Otto is nothing short of a giant goofball. He loves to have fun and figures out a way to do that just about anywhere. Otto can have a hard time paying attention. It usually takes a very serious tone, or a glare from Luness to make him sit up and listen to what's going on.


Character flaws and physical weaknesses: Mentally, Otto lacks discipline and an attention span. Physically, Otto is only as strong as a normal 18 year old when he is not transformed. He is not an adept fighter, mostly improvising where he can.


Likes and dislikes: To list out all the things that Otto likes, would take to long. The one thing he is most partial to in the entire world, other than his half sister Luness and his friends, is bacon. His second favorite thing in the world is a spot just behind his right ear that is the best spot to scratch in the whole wide world. His dislikes are much shorter. He doesn't like Carabosse, he doesn't like Witches, and he doesn't like the color orange.


Hobbies and talents: Otto has a knack for making people happy. His bouncy and energetic attitude bring life to even the darkest moments. If he had to choose a single hobby, it would most likely be chasing his tail.


Bio: Otto grew up in a small pack along the border of Fablewood. His mother being his only direct family that he knew of, he lived a simple life with them and the rest of the pack. It wasn't until his tenth birthday that things changed. One night, the pack was attacked by a large alpha wolf that Otto had never seen before. Otto's mother sacrificed herself to get Otto to freedom, but not before the Alpha wolf gave Otto the jagged scar that now runs the length of his torso. He escaped while the rest of the pack kept the alpha back, running for miles before collapsing into a heap in the forest. He was found the next day by one of the elders of the village who had managed to escape. She healed his wounds the best she could only for Otto to run away the first chance he got. He couldn't stay, he had to get as far away from his home as he could so his mother's sacrifice would not be in vain. He ran until he was met by two strangers making their way to a land called Oz. Ruby and Leo took Otto along into Oz, Otto keeping his past well hidden from them. The events in Oz however, proved to be a wrong decision for Otto. He was taken after the witch possessed Ruby, as her slave of darkness. Ripping the humanity from him, Otto became a beast the likes of which had never been seen in Oz. For eight years he roamed the lands of Oz doing his master's bidding, until Leo returned with a band of Heros and released him from his shackles of darkness. After Leo and the hero's rid Oz of the dark witch, Otto stayed behind with Hungry Tiger and the rest of the Ozites to help rebuild Oz. It took some time, but eventually Otto was allowed to join Leo and the others in The Whispering Isles. While in the Isles, Otto discovered his Feral Transformation and soon after that discovered a secret to his lineage from Alta, the old werewolf who had healed Otto when he was a pup. The alpha that attacked Otto's pack and killed his mother, was Otto's father. A large and brutal Alpha named Bigsby, Alta also revealed that Bigsby had another family before Otto, which resulted in his half sister Luness.

 

[deer]

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  Name: Ariella Elisabeth Hope
  
  
  Age: 21 years old
  
  
  Race: Modern-Day Human
  
  
  Gender/gender identity: Female
  
  
  Romantic inclination: Heterosexual
  
  
  Appearance: Miss Hope stands at five feet. Her green-hazel eyes are quite expressive, usually expressing emotions that she feels genuinely despite how she may appear on the surface. Miss Ariella Elisabeth Hope has light, wavy, brown hair that flows past her chest. Her porcelain, pale, white skin is usually seen without any blemishes, though, she does have pink, rosy, cheeks from time to time because of her sensitive skin. Nevertheless, Ariella Elisabeth Hope is without any scars or bruising. Ariella takes care of her skin and her health so well that she avoids tripping over thing air or bumping into objects that may cause her arm. She's quite hygenic, keeping up with her daily needs of lotioning her skin, washing her hair and body often, and keeping herself fit. Ariella is a runner and does yoga quite often which helps her stay toned. With a cute button nose and soft, smiley side lips, Ariella is usually always seen with a grand, genuine smile.

  
  
  
  
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  She does not posses any power, or at least, that's what she believes. [None as of right now]
  
  
  Skills:
  
  
  Defense / Aid: As a young child, her Father brought her to different styled fighting classes to help her defend herself if she were to ever be in a bind. She knows basic self-defense for woman. Ariella is a black belt in karata. She knows tae kwon do and jujitsu. However, she never really found the need to use these skills so she's a little rusty, though her Father spars with her sometimes. At the same time, not only is she well-versed in defending herself, she's licensed and able give first-aid and CPR.
  
  
  Languages: Ariella knows many different languages such as russian, spanish, german, korean, english, french, arabic, and vietnamese. She's a translator for her father's business. Ariella can pronounce fluently, understand clearly, and write well in those languages. If one didn't know where she'd lived, the locals of each country would have assumed that his foreigner, was, in fact, a native to the lands.
  
  
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  She doesn't own any weapons unless you count pepper spray, small pocket knife that she carries for protection, and a dog and rape whistle.
  
  
  
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  Personality: Quite an imaginative and creative person, Ariella tends to be lost in thought, mulling over ideas or questions she may have. She has quite a curious nature, always questioning her surroundings and wanting to know more. Ariella tends to look beyond the surface and in depth, knowing there are far greater mysteries that lies beneath the surface. She's quite the character because of her love for adventure and sight-seeing. Ariella's always on the prowl to discover something different to add to her stories that she's written. She's always looking for the thrill in life, making the best out of every possible situation. Some may say she's quite down-to-earth, if you exclude the fact that her head seems to always be up in the cloud and her attention is comparable to a dog's. But, she's quite clever, thinking on her feet most of the time, that she tends to basically "wing" things whenever she finds herself at a "lost". Regardless, Ariella is quite lively and cheery, tending to look on the positive side of things. Being a daydreamer that she is, she's sometimes a tad bit slow when it comes to retaining information since well . . . her attention isn't focused at the task at hand long enough to remember what was said prior. However, the same can be said when she talks. Ariella can be a chatterbox, sometimes talking someone's ears off to the point of annoyance.
  
  
  As out-going as she is, there are times when she needs a refresher, needing some alone time to herself to recuperate from so much energy being with people. During the time she's alone, she tends to write down her thoughts on her blog or in her journal, most of the time, she'll write her book. There's just so much she can talk all at once, so she needs her space, a lot. Usually this happens when she's overwhelmed and when she is overwhelmed, she has a habit of running away or disappearing for a long while. Whenever she's upset, disappointed, lonely, or sad, she expresses herself through music, mostly using the ocarina. Ariella was never good with words whenever it's something she feels, her eyes, her writings, and her music usually expresses her emotions. However, she isn't an open-book per say, withholding many secrets and invisible scars of her past. But, regardless, she strives to make every day the best day it can be, even when some days are dark and gloomy and others are bright and hopeful. Speaking of hopeful, Ariella Elisabeth Hope's greatest strength is her ability to keep her hope and her faith. It's her last name, is it not? Hope. Her main strength is giving hope to those around her, supporting them, and just being there.
  
  
  Nevertheless, Ariella is a child at heart, always wanting to enjoy life and have fun. She finds pleasure in being able to laugh loud to the point there's tear in her eyes. She always enjoyed playing with children and taking care of different house pets. They're quite comforting to be around. Ariella can be too overly optimistic to the point she's quite naive and called "ignorant". She's always looking at the positive things, even in a person, she would ignore their flaws and focus on the good. This could be the same in different situations. In every bad situation, she believes there's also good. Ariella has a good sense of humor, being able to laugh at herself and not getting offended too easily. Ariella has a habit of thinking of others before herself, prying into other people's business, though she means no harm. She may not be hot-tempered, but she knows how to hold her ground, especially standing up for what she believes in. Most of the time, she's quite friendly and easy to get along with.
  
  
  Character flaws: When she's overwhelmed, Ariella runs away from her problems and avoids them as much as possible. At the same time, it's hard to keep Ariella's attention focused on one thing, especially if she finds herself musing about different ideas and topics. She can be quite gulliable, believing every word someone might say, especially infomercials. As much as she needs to be alone at times, she hates the idea of being alone in the world with just herself. She hates being lonely and alone as much as thinking of being the only person in the planet. She fears enclosed spaces and the idea of being in space.
  
  
  Physical weaknesses: Despite being well-versed in different martial arts, Ariella is still considered "weak" in upper strength, not being able to lift a weight of a pro-wrestler. Ariella is average in stature and has nimble and soft-padded feet, giving her quickness, however, handling weapons is one thing she can not stand carrying. At the same time, Ariella has never confronted a foe before, so seeing her in action wouldn't be a pleasant sight. . especially if she can't hold her ground against someone who's a much better fighter and bulkier than she.
  
  
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  Tea: Anything with tea in their label, Ariella absolutely would love, perhaps even die or kill for. Just something about the taste and aroma of the leaves and different ingredients makes her heart swell with excitement and joy. She absolutely loves jasmine tea, green tea, and chrysanthemum tea.
  
  
  Coffee: A daily dose of triple shot of expresso is needed in her coffee to start her morning. Without coffee, Ariella would probably not be able to think straight or stop jumping or stop her jitteriness. In Ariella's case, coffee makes her calm down and wake up, rather than keep her hyper. She loves coffee with sweets, just anything really.
  
  
  Active: Being active is a must for Ariella, as she wants to keep her healthy shape and form. She enjoys swimming and playing friendly games of basketball. She would never go pro because of her habit of never wanting to confront someone in a heated debate and the likes. Ariella likes playing games, especially board games, card games, and even pc or controller games.
  
  
  Magic: Ariella definitely believes in magic, especially seeing so many different tv shows, reading different stories, writing about different lands and universes. She likes believing there's magic in the world, everywhere, especially the magic of being able to have magic tricks, magic shows, and more. Believing is seeing, and seeing is believing, right? This includes Harry Potter, Disney, and many more!
  
  
  Constellations: She loves the moon, the sun, and the stars. Ariella frequently writes love stories or even friendship stories about them often.
  
  
  Animals: Ariella absolutely adores animals, especially cuddling and fuzzy ones! She loves bunnies, tigers, wolves, and any other four-legged animals she can think or name!
  
  
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  Look down upon: Ariella doesn't like those who assume who she is. She doesn't like being seen as "inferior" just because she may be petite, young, and shorter than most. Ariella doesn't like being called out and challenge because she hates confrontation and those who bullies and makes fun of her or other people.
  
  
  Abusers: Not one for confrontation, she doesn't like it when people take advantage of others and their kindness. Ariella doesn't like seeing honest people turn into dishonest people by lying through their teeth. At the same time, she won't stand for animal abusers, violence, and domestic abuse as well. In those situations, she would never shut her mouth and would protect loudly.
  
  
  Cliffhangers: Her biggest pet peeve are cliffhangers from tv series and books. How can they put her on the edge and just stop it right there and make her wait? She's quite the patient person, but give her something to read and watch that's a series and she has to wait on what happens next would slowly but surely kill her inside. How can they do this?!
  
  
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  As mentioned before, she takes care of her body so she strictly stays on a regime of running, doing yogas, and completing her sparring to keep up-to date with her skills. But, most of all Ariella loves writing and playing music. There's nothing she loves more than allowing her imagination flow freely through the arts.
  
  
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  Writing: Ariella loves writing, even more than reading. Her imagination goes beyond the inner workings and musings of the world she lives in. She's actually a writer, or rather, she uses a pen name: Aurian. However, she never published any of her stories and rather keeps it locked in a safety chest in her room. Nevertheless, if they were ever to be found, at least they would know her penname and her stories could be given to the world. Ariella writes many different genres varying from fables and fairy tales to modern and fiction. Not only does she writes, but she's an avid blogger, reader, and poster. She keeps up-to-date with her readers who reads her stories and poems online.
  
  
  Artistically Talented: Aside from writing, Ariella actually expresses herself through music which includes playing exotic instruments like the ocarina, ukelele, flute, harp, the guzheng. However, before she was able to play such instruments, she had to learn how to play the guitar and piano. Doodling comes naturally to her because she has such a creative mind. She's able to sketch and draw pictures she's given or remembers.
  
  
  Cooking: Ariella has simple taste buds and she tends to cook food for her family and herself. She loves baking and cooking for her family because it gives her something to do, like a task or mission. She knows many different herbs and ingredients that would help one's health and dietary needs.
  
  
  
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  Bio: The Hope Family aren't outrageously wealthy, but are rather just really well off because of their hard work and job. Her father works for the government [minister of the state] while her mother is a retired actress and singer who's now a housewife that takes care of household duties. The Hope family didn't really live an extravagant lifestyle with maids and butlers, but the Hope Family rather lived simply than lavishly in France. However, that didn't mean that the Hope family didn't have any enemies, especially when her father works and has government ties. The family had at least one bodyguard near them whenever they would step out of their home.
  
  
  On March 6th, baby Ariella was born into the family, one of the happiest day of Madam Lilianna and Monsieur Adam's life. They lived peacefully in their home: Belle Fontaine away from politics and the messes of the world. However, Madam Lilianna and Monsier Adam weren't ignorant of the world's causes and situations. At the same time, Monsieur Adam would never bring his work home, never. With family, Monsieur Adam treasures every minute and moment with his loving wife and darling daughter. France was always going to be their beautiful, humble, abode. The Hope Family traveled from one province to the next, sightseeing, taking photographic memories, and enjoying their time together as a family.
  
  
  Most of the time, Monsieur Adam would be busy at work while Madame Lilianna and Miss Ariella would be at home, taking care of the household, waiting for her father and husband to come back. The Hope family are a little bit more traditional compared to the modern day world of the 21st century. The family kept heirlooms such as telegrams and letters from their past. At a young age, Ariella was home-schooled until her teenage years. Her family kept her sheltered and confided from the outside world. However, during these "lonelisome" period, Ariella would find joy in music, arts, and playing games with her bodyguard Jacob and her mother whenever she wasn't busy running errands. Her mother taught her how to play music and gave her some singing lessons, though, Ariella found joy in playing music more often than singing. At the same time, whenever her father was around, he and Jacob would teach Ariella martial arts in case she would need to use such arts one day in the near future.
  
  
  But, who would have thought that that day would come when she needed to use martial arts? It was a cold, rainy night in December and her Father was on his way home from work. Christmas was approaching and so her father was going to be given a three week break from going to parliament. Her mother, on the other hand, was baking their favorite home-made pie: apple pie. But, soon enough, right before there eyes, a hostage situation manage to happen, as robbers invaded their pleasant and peaceful home. Her mother was taken in captivity while their bodyguards were knocked out with poison. It was only Ariella, fending for herself at the time. She was shaken up and beyond distraught and confused at the situation that came about, especially when she never knew conflicts or disaster. Soon enough, Ariella had to defend herself, using everything she knew about martial arts to keep herself safe and to help save her mother from the robbers trying to steal her home from underneath her. To say the least, everyone made it out safely, though, the scars of that night would forever haunt her memories. Even though she kept her fear and her horror to herself, Ariella would sometimes wake up with nightmares of what occurred.
  
  
  Years passed and the memories of that night soon vanished from the public's eyes, though the memories of that night was buried deep in Ariella's heart. After some careful consideration, Ariella was allowed to attend a private school, making friends, making connections, and being able to go out into the world to spread her creativity and joy. As she went through high school, she made different set of friends that came and go during her time at school. Nevertheless, she mostly found her time writing books and stories after stories. She found her muse in the "Castle" that was her Academy and even the scenery that she was able to encounter during her stay there. As graduation was around the corner, her family decided to throw a graduation party. The Belle Fontaine was popping with decorations, cars, and workers that flourished the mansion as they were getting ready for the big celebration. However, Ariella didn't know that she would not be appearing for her own party. Ariella was getting some fresh air in her family's backyard, the land went on for miles as if it could fit two pools. But, for Ariella, it was her own safe-haven where she could sit and think to herself. She couldn't believe how much time had passed and how much she'd grown since that very fateful night that caused the burn in her heart. Nevertheless, Ariella took a deep breathe, preparing herself to embark on a new journey into the world after tonight's party, but life had other plans for her. . . elsewhere.
  
  
  

@SilverFlight

 

[Naloth]

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  Name: Ian Kovaski
  
  
  Age: 24
  
  
  Race: Human
  
  
  Gender/gender identity: Male, He, him
  
  
  Romantic inclination: Heterosexual
  
  
  
  

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  Appearance: Ian is a man of a large size, being almost six foot and having lean muscles. He has messy black hair and slightly tanned skin. He always wears a bandana on his head, as a way to keep his hair out of his eyes. His daily outfit includes a green shirt, tucked under some baggy black pants. He wears a torn, white cape and he wears black shoulder guard armor with matching gauntlets over his outfit.
  
  
  
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  Powers: Ian uses earth magic, being able to manipulate rocks to forms walls, launch rocks, and possibly make small pint sized golems.
  
  
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  Support fighter: Ian is a excellent supporter, being able to attack enemies, while supporting his allies by summoning some walls or setting traps.
  
  
  Quick: Ian may not be strong, but he can deliver fast blows with his halberd.
  
  
  Weapons: A two handed halberd he calls Zusk. He salvaged it from a dead beast.
  
  
  
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  Personality: The first impression you would get from Ian face expressions would be serious, doesn't take jokes, and strong. But in reality he is actually a kind, funny, and soft hearted friend. There may be some times where Ian is serious about something, but don't take it to heart to everything he says, he just cares about his friends and tried his best to protect them, even if he has to hurt their feelings. Ian is a somewhat clueless guy sowntimes, there are times where he gets to space out on his fantasies. He is a rather impatient fellow, he was never good with wasting his time, waiting on people.
  
  
  Ian, is very strict about rules, especially since he was in the army. He always tries to enforce them, unless if the rule goes against his logic. He's not much of a flirt, but ge'll do his best to socialize with his crushes. Ian always tries to do everything professionally, even when doing simple tasks, like washing dishes or serving food, he always does it clean and crisp. Ian finds comfort protecting his friends, even putting himself in danger, he won't back out if its to protect them.
  
  
  Character flaws and physical weaknesses: Ian is a tad too serious about simple things like meaningless arguments, he takes everything to heart too much. Ian is a bit of a perfectionist, always making sure everything goes to plan. He is a bit on the impatient side, the most he was able to hold out was 3 minutes.
  
  
  Ian is noted to never focus on strength, making him a backline fighter.
  
  
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  Hobbies and talents: Ian has a talent of learning things quick, sure it may take a couple of tries, but he'll get the hang of it quick.[/b]
  
  
  
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  Bio: Ian's family is german, but they moved to America before he was born. His family was very military, that lifesryle really inflienced his personality. He was a quiet child, never having friends, because they said he was too serious. He stayed inside his home most of the time, just doing nothing but laying in his bed. His father, Frank disapproved of that behavior and thought him something, 'there are times to be serious and times to be soft'. That advice really got to him and he decided to try that. His spirits were up again, so over the following years, he earned lots of friends, making for his friendly habits.
  
  
  Teenage years, Ian had earned himself a good amount of friends, and a good repitation from his teacher's. He was a a ace in class and at making friends. But, he always acted as a wuss, when it came to protecting his friends from bullies. He never had the courage to, until he saw his most valuable friend, get almost beat to death. Ian didn't know what to feel or what to do, he just went crazy and beat up the bullies. Of course, he got suspended for it, and he got punished by his dad. His decided to send him to the military.
  
  
  He wasn't very enthusiastic about the military, but he soon got used to the place, seeing that he will be spending most of his life in it. The thing that really excited him was flying planes, so he pursued a carrer as a transport pilot. He was on active duty, sent to Iraq to send some reinforcements, when his plane crashed. It was a airstrike and the engine got blown. The plane crashed, but somehow Ian survived, going unconscious. He wakes up in this strange world, known as fablewood. He wasn't really sure where he was, but some talking animals showed him what the world was, after that, he explored, coming upon a camp. He soon learned the situation of the world and pledged to protect it.
  
  
  

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[Dominaiscna]

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  "I am the flame; the fire of the Crown of the Whispering Isles."
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Name:: Ember
  
  
  Age: 21
  
  
  Race: Fablewood Firebird
  
  
  Gender/gender identity: female
  
  
  Romantic inclination: heterosexual
  
  
  Appearance: Ember has a handful of striking features, the most striking being her bright blue eyes. Each orb appears luminescent and they seem burn into anyone she so much as glances at. Her fair face in gently angular with a dust of freckles over her nose and cheeks. In contrast to her pale skin, she has a head of various shades of red and brown hair that shine gold at the edges in bright light. To match, she wears a sleeveless, tailed, red tunic trimmed with gold with the royal coat of arms printed across the back. Under her shirt, she wears a black, figure-hugging, long sleeved, shirt that gives way to black, gold-trimmed pants. On her hands and feet, she sport gold braces with black gloves and boots.
  
  
  In her firebird form, Ember is the size of an ostrich with a wing span exeeding the average height of 3 humans. When she was younger, she had a brilliant plume of red and orange feathers only, each of which gave off a faint glow, but as she grew, she developed platinum feathers along her wings, torso and tail. She has a small crest of feathers on her head with a single, almost-peacock-like feather trailing out from among her tail feathers. Her feet are golden scaled with a sharp talon on each toe.
  
  
  When she changes from either human to firebird or vise versa, the transformation is always accompanied by a burst of flames as one form desintegrates into the other in the blink of an eye.
  
  
  She can only set herself alite when she is in firebird form. Her human form would burn to ashes.
  
  
  
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  "I will set the world on Fire, if he so much as wills it."
  
  
  Powers: Ember was never trained in the art of pyromancy, despite her race, or any other type of magic. In terms of fire, she can only set herself alite and control whether the actual fire is harmful or not. Her flames can either be a weapon of mass destruction or it can be for show. Otherwise, she can not do anything with her fire.
  
  
  Skills: In terms of combat without magic, Embers relies on close combat and her skill with the rapier presented to her upon appointment as the Prince's Guardian. Having been trained with the sword and various other blades to fight, physical combat is her forte. While both her forms are powerful, both rely on different aspects. Her phoenix form relies on her speed and strength while her human form, which is physically much weaker, relies on nimbleness and agility.
  
  
  Weapons: A long, silver rapier with her title engraved into the metal and the royal insignia printed on the hand guard.
  
  
  
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  "Stay away from wildfire, lest you want to burn."
  
  
  Personality: Initially, Ember is perceived as the silent type. In the company of strangers, especially those who request an audience with the Prince, she stands watchful and guarded without a second of distraction. In terms of socialising, she tries to avoid talking about herself. Whether it's for fear of judgement or giving away information, no one knows. When she does speak, it is in low, carefully chosen words or dangerously cold comments. Upon any signs of threat or danger to His Highness, Ember is quick to react whether it is with a warning or the tip of her blade...or both. To most, she is unapproachable, unpredictable and incomprehendible. She is suspicious of many things and puts to the smallest of details under scrutiny.
  
  
  She is merciless. Uncontrollable. The enemy of the crown is an enemy of hers. Those who threaten the Prince will not escape her blade if she were ordered to draw it. There is no hesitation when she is to deal the final blow. After all, to her, those who defy the crown and threaten the Whispering Isles are damned to pay the price of death with their own lives.
  
  
  When one truly pushes past the guard and gains the trust of a girl who grew up with the world as her enemy, they find someone is gentler, kinder and more relaxed in comparison to her usual guarded persona. They will find a protective friend who will, without hesitation, lay down her life for those she respects and cares for. To her, the few allies she has are the world to her, the light in the darkness of treachery and greed and the home where she had none. She is not afraid to fight, whether it is to spill blood or not, as long as it is for her home and the people who set her free.
  
  
  Character flaws and physical weaknesses: Ember is claustrophobic and has been ever since she grew up, trapped in a cage like a prisoner. She fears small and tight spaces, but is also afraid to show it : another flaw, pride. She is afraid to show weakness, even if it is to those who know her. Even if it will kill her, she would rather die with pride than admit fear. She, like many other creatures, has an odd attraction to shiny things such as gold and silver. Especially silver.
  
  
  Likes and dislikes: Ember has an affinity to the sun and fire, as one would've guessed. She favors the righteous and forgiving even though she herself is merciless at times. She wishes for freedom. She greatly dislikes water even though it does not hinder her flight, what with the rekindling of flames to burn the liquid away. She dislikes the oppressive.
  
  
  Hobbies and talents: When she isn't guarded or between sessions when she was still training as a guardian, Ember took to reading. It was her sanctuary where she could read of stories of romance, heroism and adventure. She also enjoyed flying greatly as it was a sure sign that she was free. Though she has never tried drawing, thus not knowing how well she would cope, she has an eye for art.
  
  
  
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  "I, Ember, pledge my life and service to you, Your Highness, Prince Ward of the Whispering Isles. Let my sword hand and wing be always at your disposal and let my flame burn for you and you alone. I will remain loyal to you as your guardian and protector, now and forever."
  
  
  Bio: Firebirds were rare within Fablewood. Centuries before, they were sought after for their beautiful, luminescent feathers that were rumoured to bring fortune to their holders. One by one, the elusive firebirds were hunted to almost extinction and, for many years, the few that were still alive seemed to have disappeared off the face of the land.
  
  
  It was a shock to many people of Fablewood when, centuries later, a hunter captured a baby firebird within the rocky cliffs of the Whispering Isles. Though times had changed and such hunting was outlawed, the man had slipped under the the radar and smugged her to Branbern, illegally making a fortune through auctioning off the young specimen of the rumored-extinct race to am eager buyer. One would've thought they'd collected a rare specimen and a living herald of fortune, but what they received was out of their expectations. Despite the legend, those who dared pluck the feathers of a firebird were brought peril instead of fortune. One by one, each buyer met a terrible fate and, despite that, the firebird was passed on from owner to owner, each wealthier than the last, like a prize or a trophy in a cage. This was to be her life for the next 8 years.
  
  
  Before long, rumors arose of the firebird and she was branded the Harbinger of Death. Plans to eradicate the bird of misfortune were made by various nobles behind her owner's back and, in the dead of night, they broke in to the mansion to murder her. Their plans ran smoothly until they reached the unprepared and startled bird. The usually docile and submissive creature, having recently developed a power with fire, in desperation, burst into flames before the people. Burning, she set the world them a light, incinerating many people to ashes within seconds of contact with the blazing white flames. The night sky bloomed red under the heat as the house collapsed, burying the firebird and the humans in burning ruins.
  
  
  When dawn approached and authorities arrived, the fire engulfing the house could not be doused till mages from the Princess's court were called to deal with the situation. Upon dousing the fire and removing the smoking rubble, the mages found a firebird, severely burned and on the brink of death. Being the first time she had ever used flames, the creature had lost control and almost combusted herself. It took much rehabilitating and nursing before she could move or fly again.
  
  
  It was under the Princess's instructions and the care of healers that the firebird recovered and, under the guidance of Pyromancers, she was taught to control her fire. Later, with much help of mages, she was given her human form, giving her the ability of transformation, and her name. Ember. Such a short little insignificant word gave her place among the people and made her important. She was no longer just a nameless prized pet.
  
  
  It was at this time that she was to be set free, but the young creature would not leave for she had no home and no where to return to. Instead, she wished to serve those who had given her back her freedom. Princess Briar of Branbern, taking pity on the young firebird, accepted her offer and thus began her training to become one of the Guardians of the her Highness. Though strenuous and tiring, Ember lived each day for the next 10 years gratefully in the hopes of serving her Saviour.
  
  
  Weeks before the completion of her training and appointment as a Guardian, there came word of a young man under Princess Briar who was actually the lost Prince of the Whispering Isles. He had returned to take his rightful place and, upon his appointment as Crown Prince, Ember was sent back to her home land to serve as a Guardian for the young man. She would protect and guard him, Prince Ward, till the end of her days and, for such a duty, she was grateful. For she had much to thank them for. They gave her a name to be called by, a place to call home, a reason to live and cause to fight for.
  
  
  

 

[BloodThunder27]

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• </p> <p> <a class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image" href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2016_07/Ashe_0.jpg.55cbb0f426dcfbd6811ff4a1ab2f975e.jpg" data-fileid="146181" rel="external nofollow"><img alt="Ashe_0.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" data-fileid="146181" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2016_07/Ashe_0.jpg.55cbb0f426dcfbd6811ff4a1ab2f975e.jpg" /></a> </p> <p> <strong>Name:</strong>: Ashley <strong>Age:</strong> 22 <strong>Race:</strong> Fablewood Human <strong>Gender/gender identity:</strong> Female <strong>Romantic inclination:</strong> Heterosexual <strong>Appearance:</strong> Ashley stands 5 ft. 7 in. Tall and weighs roughly 110 pounds. Originally, she had Red Hair, but has since dyed it White as Snow and now wears a wizard-like hat in place of an extensive ponytail when she first started traveling with Ward a few months ago. Rather then wearing loose dresses, especially while she was pregnant, Ashley has changed her wardrobe quite a bit and now wears shorter dresses and no longer wears Long Sleeves. The only things she retains from her old attire is her dark cloak and her Quiver. New additions include her shoulder pads, gauntlets and Knee High Boots. Ashley retains no distinguishing physical features, like Scars, Birthmarks or Tattoos.
• <strong>Powers:</strong> For as long as she can remember, Ashley does not retain any magical powers...Or so she believes. (As of right now anyway) <strong>Skills:</strong> In her youth, Ashley was trained in Archery, Hunting and Tracking. She has exceptional Archery Skills and can track through footprints and scent through most terrains. Of course, not everything stays at a distance, so for back up, Ashley has trained herself in Knife Combat in case enemies decide to get up close and personal. <strong>Weapons:</strong> In Battle, Ashley wields a Longbow as her primary weapon. In the off-chance that she fights up-close, she has a dagger as a back-up weapon.
• <strong>Personality:</strong> Ashley is known by friends to have a nice and caring personality. Often, she puts others before herself, for instance, if her friends are having trouble, she will make time to help them solve it before dealing with any of her own. She will often go out of her way to help those she cares about, regardless of what it may be. In a relationship, she is always fully committed and the flirting with any other man stops completely. Loyalty is something she very much values, as Ashley herself has always been a loyal companion to everyone that is close to her. She is also often excited to meet new people and enjoys making friends, being a very sociable person. Of course, everything took a turn for the worst when her husband died, killed in an animal attack. When her husband passed, Ashley became colder and closed herself off and choosing to isolate herself from everyone, becoming rather anti-social. But all that changed when she met Ward and joined his adventuring group, after they rescued her during their quest into a Forest. As a parent, Ashley is a committed, loving and caring mother to her daughter, Lillian. She is also a protective mother, never letting her daughter out of her sight and only allowing people she trusts to hold her little girl...At least until she starts crying. Ashley would give anything for her little girl to smile. The only regret that she has is that her sweet little Lillian will have that missing link and not know what it is like to have a Father, which she laments and it keeps her from sleeping at night every so often. <strong>Character flaws and physical weaknesses:</strong> No one is perfect. Like everyone else, Ashley still has her flaws and weaknesses. Even though she knows she is a good mother, Ashley still has self-doubt due to Lillian not having a Father and consistently has to be reassured that she will be a great mother to her sweet little Lillian. While she excels in Long-Range Combat, she is not the best when it comes to being up-close and personal. Despite her training, she is easily outclassed by others in melee combat, especially if they are using a shield. <strong>Likes and Dislikes:</strong> Ashley enjoys balanced weather; so it doesn't have to be sunny, but it doesn't have to be raining either. She'd be happy with just clouds. She favors morals and always does what in her mind is the right thing to do, whether it is saving a friend or sparing an enemy. While she has a big heart, Ashley will not forgive easily, especially if her daughter is put into harm's way. Lastly, she enjoys her freedom and especially hates it when others attempt to control or restrict her. <strong>Hobbies and talents:</strong> While not out adventuring, Ashley enjoys cooking. She loves finding and trying out new recipes, whether it be from a book or made from scratch. If she is not out fighting, she also uses her archery for entertainment, entering competitions. Aside from cooking, other things she enjoys are fishing, hunting and sewing.
• <strong>Bio:</strong> Growing up, Ashley received little attention from her parents, with both of her parents being away from home almost all of the time. This kept up until she was ten. Despite her kind-hearted nature, Ashley still had very few friends, having lived in a small village. Around the age of sixteen, Ashley fell in love with another village boy, who often spent time with her since no one really paid attention to her. He did, giving her his full attention. Of course, she kept the relationship a secret to avoid trouble. Since the age of fourteen, Ashley has always been afraid to fall in love, in fear of having her heart broken and being eventually abandoned. At the age of seventeen, Ashley would run away from home and get married to the man she loves. The next five years of Ashley's life would be rather peaceful, as her husband would teach her archery, how to hunt, track amongst other useful skills. Her favorite ended up being archery, and she would put a lot of time and practice into it. Most of Ashley's marriage was happy, not very many fights and she always sleeping well at night. Finally, after seven years, the couple decided to start a family. When Ashley announced that she was pregnant, it ended up being the happiest day of her life. Because of how her childhood went, Ashley made a promise to her baby, to be a good mother to him or her. However, this happiness was not to last, as her husband would killed in a wolf attack. His passing would have a hard and negative impact on her life and she would end up having to endure pregnancy on her own and her daughter would have to grow up without a Father. Over the next several months, Ashley would attempt to get by on her own, which did prove difficult since it got tough for her to walk and stand daily as the pregnancy began to take its toll on her. One day, she found herself lost in a Mirror Forest, where a Guardian named Leo would find her. From here, she would be taken into an Adventurer's Group led by Ward. She would soon find herself in good hands, where she would be well-loved and cared for by everyone in the party. The third trimester of her pregnancy was a fairly eventful time for her, from going on adventures to distant lands and to defending a Kingdom with her newfound friends. After a long night of labor, Ashley finally gave birth to a daughter, whom she named Lillian. Shortly after childbirth, Ashley would temporarily give up adventuring and traveling with her friends in order to care for Lillian. Four months later, Ashley would see that Fablewood is on the brink of an all out war, where she chooses to take up arms. Because if Fablewood is lost, she and Lillian will be without a home...If not dead. She walked away from the life of an Adventurer to live in solitude as a Mother, but now the young ranger...Must step forward once again.

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[Flutterby]

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Name: Catalina


Age: Physically, about 20. Has been in existence for nearly 400 years.


Race: Djinn


Gender/gender identity: Nearly always female


Romantic inclination: Heterosexual, but not afraid to pretend otherwise


Appearance: Catalina's most common form is a beautiful young woman. She has deeply sun kissed skin, with an olive undertone, free of blemishes except for the freckles across her nose. Her hair is thick an difficult to tame, but it's shiny black color makes up for all the trouble it is. She is a slim but not weak, and stands about five and a half feet tall. She prefers to dress as seen above, but for the quest at hand she has chosen more appropriate attire. Most of her form changes tend to be animals with darker coats, even though she could be any color she wants. Her eyes are a bright golden brown, and they almost never change hue.

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 Powers and abilities


Powers and abilities: Catalina is able to change forms at will, to any being she can see in her minds eye. It is an enchanting ability, but has its limits. Too many form changes, or changes between very large and very small beings, will tire her. Sickness or injury can also weaken her ability to change form. She has noticed in recent months that the Shadowood seems to affect her as well.


Weapons: Catalina carries a pair of dependable and distinctive swords:

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Personality


Personality: Catalina is an individual that loves to keep others guessing. She is innately prideful and secretive, but has a fiery passion for things important to her. She often portrays herself as very flirtatious and feisty, finding that it makes it easier to get her way. She has grown to really like the compliments and attention being physically attractive can earn her. But, she is not just a pretty face; she is plenty clever and a fair fighter with her choice weapons.


The Djinn is prone to wandering, and some assume this means she doesnt care for home. But that couldnt be more wrong; she deeply loves her desert home, and every step away from it makes her love it more. She simply has always had a very strong curiosity of what was beyond the next sand dune, even when she wasnt in the desert anymore.


Character flaws and physical weaknesses: She has grown a little vain over the years, and can fall into laziness from time to time. She is smaller than many Fablewood creatures, and her ability to shape shift has limits. An injury to her right shoulder tends to grow sore after too much exertion.


Likes and dislikes: Catalina loves to feel desired, and enjoys dancing, especially around a blazing bonfire. She loves to laze about in the sunshine eating sweets occasionally, but it's not uncommon to find her also enjoying sparring sessions. In a perfect world, she would be completely free to travel wherever the wind took her, but the creeping darkness has taken that from her. Her pride is easily offended, so she doesn't take well to insults or oversights. She hates foods that are sour or bitter, and feeling too cold is torture for her. Above all else, she hates when she is stuck in one form for too long.


Hobbies and talents: Catalina is a fair fighter with her two swords, and she is a graceful dancer when given the right tune. She enjoys making her own jewelry, the kind that makes noise when one walks.


Biography


Catalina spent her youthful years in a small Djinn settlement closer to the edge of the desert than most. She didnt seem to have any interest in learning from books or her elders, but preferred to wander away and learn from outsiders. Many took this as an oddity, but few ever thought much about it beyond that.


She spent stretches of time exploring different areas of Fablewood, even as far as the frozen lands belonging to the Snow Queen (as unpleasant as they were), returning to her home when she felt like it. For a long time, she almost ignored her own kind because she was so interested in other beings and their lives. Elves, dwarves, were-creatures, dragons, she tried to learn as much as she could about as many of them as she could. At one point, she sought to understand this thing called "love," but it was a messy and confusing affair, and she was glad to wash her hands of it. She did not, however, leave behind her liking for attention, and her human form began to appear dressed more proactively. But as she saw the darkness spreading across the land, her attention returned homeward and inward; she wanted to know about her own kind, if they were to be wiped from the earth. She traveled to the bigger Djinn settlements, eventually finding her way to the same one that the Fablewood heroes found themselves in. Their fight was inspiring, and it fueled a passion in her that she had never known before.


Who was she to turn down such an adventure, and one with such a noble cause? And so, she took on a new purpose: to help save Fablewood.

 

[Flutterby]

Basics


Name: Quincy


Age: Unknown


Race: Kelpie


Gender/gender identity: Female


Romantic inclination: Heterosexual


Appearance: In human form, Quincy has mousy brown hair that falls in sea-sprayed waves to her shoulder blades. Her eyes are light gray, often appearing slightly green. She has a stronger build, with fair skin that seems to always be a little damp. She wears a thin leather strap around her neck.


In her true form, she is a white horse with pale eyes. Long, muscled legs enhanced with a little natural magic make her a great swimmer even in this form. Often, there is a piece or two of kelp in her mane or tail. She always wears a leather bridle.

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True Form


Human Form

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Powers & Abilities


Powers and Skills: As a kelpie, Quincy is able to change from horse to human. In her horse form, she is much stronger and faster than an average horse. If someone tries to ride her without permission, they will become stuck to her back until she decides to release them (traditionally, kelpies drown these people). As a human, she has quite a bit of skill with a bow and arrow.


Weapons: Bow & arrows


Personality


Personality: Before her quest with the others, she was angry with herself, and came off as a little abrasive in most interactions. At best, she seemed shy and evasive. She kept her more playful side hidden, and was prone to snapping at humanoid beings. Making friends was next to impossible.


But during her time of question, she learned to like others again. Although she is uncomfortable with command, she appreciates that she is needed. The responsibility helps distract her from her sad, nostalgic times. She is precise but considerate with others, and she seems to really enjoy teaching.


Character flaws and physical weaknesses: Quincy has an obsession with water, understandably so, and often becomes distracted by it, and grows weak without it. Her leather bridle, if taken from her, becomes a contract with the person who holds it, binding her to their will.


Likes and dislikes: Quincy loves to eat sweets and go for swims. She recently grew to like flying, but cant enjoy it anymore.


Hobbies and talents: The best swimmer out there, and very good at braiding hair.


Biography


Quincy started off as a run-of-the-mill kelpie. She shared her kind's liking of human flesh, but there was something different about this one. When she changed into human form and wandered into the town, she noticed the hateful and fearful stares from the other creatures. And, for some reason, it affected her deeply. She went to a witch, who helped her curb her appetite, first in human form, and then in her true form. It was a long, painful process, and the witch refused to create a spell to do it instantly. Instead, the witch simply provided enchantments that made the behavioral conditioning a little easier to handle. Eventually, it worked. For as long after her change, that was her happy existence, deep in the woods.


That is, until a young elven commander named Lorence stumbled onto her pool and took an interest in her. She began spending time with the elves, falling for her soldier. They were engaged, but one tragic day he was killed by a ground of bandits. Heartbroken, the kelpie returned to her pool to live out her days. They were mild, uneventful days until the darkness came. The nymphs and fish that had been her company could not escape. Vowing to avenge them and stop what was happening, the kelpie left her former home and started looking for someone to help her in her quest. Along the way, she found she had a knack for the bow and now carries on with her everywhere.


She crossed paths with the heroes on the border of the Mirror Forest, and joined the merry band. It was difficult for her, especially when Caraboss targeted her and used her dead love against her. And even more so when her current love chose to stay behind after finding his home again. But, she cant afford to look back now. Fablewood and the other heroes are her family now.

 

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  <strong>Appearance:</strong> Suak has two forms: her human appearance and what she calls her <em>true appearance.</em> Her human appearance is that of a young woman in her mid to late teens, taller than average and slender. Her features can be described as innocent, curious and inquisitive, more like a child's than a woman's. Although her pupils are slits, perhaps her most remarkable feature is her irises, which slowly change colour over every hour. These colours tend to be random and have no consistent pattern. In this human form, she has medium-length auburn hair that, some have remarked, remind people of Autumn. Typically, Suak will wear long, green robes and a black cloak with a hood. She often wears this to hide most of her features from site. However, due to the start of the war, she has <em>acquired</em> a pretty basic breast plate to help her protect herself and not arouse suspicion. Suak's other form is that of a giant snake, as would be expected of a basilisk. 30ft. long, Suak's snake form is a glossy black. In the sunlight, this can often be, and has often been, mistaken for a dull silver, and needless to say many people have been shocked to discover that the "precious metal they found on the surface" was actually a snake. She has a piercing, almost constant glare while in this form. Suak is surprisingly quick in this form, and before her prey normally realize what is happening, she has already bound them in her coils and subjected them to one of two lethal poisons: her venom, or looking her in the eye. Needless to say, her irises change colour in this form as well.
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  <strong>Personality:</strong> Years spent waiting for meals and spent having conversations with other creatures has taught her that often the best thing to be is patient. While she has sometimes come across as patronizing, she often is just trying to encourage others to find their own solutions, though more often than not she has already thought of one that she deems <em>perfect. </em>She's a careful plotter, meticulously planning out step-by-step everything that should happen for a plan to bear fruit, and even if one thing goes out of place, she will always try to stick to her plan. Thus, she can get frustrated about chance things, and her opponents not acting the way she had planned for them to, though it takes a lot for her to lash out and any thing that she doesn't consider a threat or a meal. That being said, Suak has a lot of strength in her snake form, enough to crush the trunks of trees in some cases. Combining that with her surprising speed has led to many people's demise because they decided to insult her, or somebody close to her. While she is quiet and, some would say, reclusive, she does want to protect those that she has allowed to get close to her, and will do so using all of the tools at her disposal.
  
  
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  <strong>Character flaws and physical weaknesses:</strong> Her thinking is quite inflexible and rigid: once a plan has been decided upon she will do very little to change it. While she often uses it, her human form is often quite clumsy as she finds walking quite difficult, having spent most of her years slithering around the world. In both forms, she is cold blooded. This makes her especially vulnerable to ice magic, and she can't stay cold for long periods of time.
  
  
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  <strong>Likes and dislikes:</strong> Suak loves the sun, not because she needs to but because it represents hope in her eyes. Being around warm blooded creatures has a similar effect on her: humans, sentient animals and all the rest seem to have genuinely quite positive outlooks on life, and she tends to find that fascinating. She reads a lot, but, despite this, enjoys being in the company of others. She doesn't like night time for various reasons: it's the opposite of the day, it's significantly colder and it's when most evil things happen. That's not exactly Suak's ideal time. Additionally, not having a good selection of books bores her, and if nobody is there for her to talk to, she often becomes sad, bordering on depressed. Hobbies and talents:[/b] Perhaps her most fun hobby is reading. She doesn't really enjoy much else, except for hunting, and that's more instinctual than an actual <em>want</em> to do it. She is a surprisingly good climber, and is quite quick.
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  <strong>Bio: </strong>Basilisks are perhaps one of the most feared, vicious and, for lack of a better term, petrifying creatures throughout mythology. Able to paralyze or kill a creature with just one look, it's no surprise that humans gave these creatures the name "King of the Snakes". Very much like a royal bloodline, there had never been many basilisks to begin with and this continued throughout the ages: basilisks typically only laid a small handful of eggs at a time, and often abandoned them shortly before they hatched. Of her five brothers and sisters, Suak was the only one who survived past the age of 5 years old. For the early part of her life, Suak relied on her instincts to carry on living: she hunted small birds, petrified predators at will and even successfully poisoned a notable noble when he tried to capture her. As she grew, she became more intelligent, learning from the enchanted animals from the forest and secretly entering cities, albeit unknowingly, and learning the common tongue from the humans and sentient creatures there. She began to appreciate a new style of hunting: for fun, for trophies. Initially, this started with strange animals that she found. She petrified them and brought them back to a well-hidden storage area where she would observe and investigate her newly acquired prized. Convinced that she had collected all she could, she began to petrify humans of different shape, size, race, class and clothing, desperate to complete a sick sort of collection that may have never ended. One day, she found, to her horror, that all of her <em>prizes</em> had been restored to their original forms, thanks to a wizened wizard. Angered by this upstart, Suak tried to kill him but before she was given the opportunity to, he transformed her into a human. Due to the complex nature of the spell, and Suak's strong will, the spell did not take full effect, and while her body had changed to that of a human's, her irises kept changing colour, randomly activating her ability to be able to petrify beings. Scared, alone and vulnerable, the now human-looking basilisk accepted the wizard's offer to live with him and assist him with his research, promised that she would be able to turn back to her original form if her assistance was satisfactory. Investigating alchemy made Suak curious to find out more about the world, and she was tutored by the wizard to be patient and to plan meticulously. The wizard became like a father figure to her and she wanted to be like him. Despite numerous attempts to practice magic, to her disappointment the basilisk could not conjure even a basic spell. When she had gone to vent her frustrations, the wizard tempered her, counselling her and telling her to perfect what she knows she can do. With that, the wizard granted her the ability to transform back into a basilisk. Decades have past since then, and while the wizard has past on, Suak has not. She has not seen another basilisk in 28 years, convinced that her kin have been hunted to near extinction. Her world has swiftly broken down into an unstable cauldron of war in recent months, threatening her research and therefore the research and memory of her mentor. While she now hunts for food, she has retained her sentience, watching an encroaching tide of darkness advance quickly towards her home. A message reached her ears, calling for all inhabitants of Fablewood to travel to the Far Plains and prepare to fight. A being with the body of a man and the head of a lion. Needless to say, many of the creatures declined. She quickly, and happily, obliged.

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[VitricHearts]

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  Name:: Kalevi (Kale)
  
  
  Age: 124 years (of the approx. 500 years of a Wyvern's lifespan). Appears 20 in human form.
  
  
  Race: Wyvern
  
  
  Gender/gender identity: Male
  
  
  Romantic inclination: Biromantic
  
  
  Appearance: As a wyvern, Kalevi has a body length of an estimated 20 feet (6 meters) and a wingspan of 26 feet (8 meters). He is characterized by protective dark grey scales, markedly rough in texture, spanning the entirety of his body with exception to the expanse of his leathery orange wings. He is largely adorned by vicious spikes along his spine and skull, where the bony structures extend into a crown of coriaceous protrusions. His underbelly is a lighter grey that extends as a row of thick, wide scales towards the end of the tail, finished by a cruel-looking barb not unlike those that tip his wings, although larger. Unlike that of a dragon, his reptilian body is far more slender, slightly smaller, generally weighs less (1.2 tonnes) and, most apparently, lacks the forelegs typical of his more common relative. The 'arms' of a wyvern instead extend back into huge wings, upon the framework of which foreclaws extend. This alteration in anatomy devotes to Kale much stronger and swifter flying capability and agility, making up for the deficit in brute size and strength.
  
  
  On the other hand, Kalevi's human form is much less intimidating. A young man standing at 5'8'', pale, with deep-set rustic eyes a similar hue to those of his wyvern form and often obscured by thick, borderline fluffy charcoal hair, you would not take him for much else. Regardless, it is apparent by his athletic and toned build that he would be proficient in combat, and his sharp features and expression do not betray any obvious weakness. His body is unmarred for the most part, give for numerous shallow scars. With regard to equipment and clothing, Kale makes up for lack of iron scale in war gear he almost always dons (collected from numerous exploits typical of wyverns). Generally clad in thick steels and leathers, he is always presentable before others, although it is no secret of his that he prefers his wyvern form and will revert to it given the opportunity, leaving his true form only to speak or associate with others depending on what is required.
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
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  Powers: In human form, Kalevi does have basic pyrokinetic abilities familiar to his species of wyvern. His body is naturally quite resistant to heat and flame, and with some fundamental understanding in elemental magic, he is able to spontaneously produce and manipulate flame via hand gestures. Anger/aggression empowers his attacks and generally increases the heat and severity of the flames produced. As a wyvern, he lacks the ability to manipulate fire magic the way he would as in human form, in that it is harder to direct or control about a particular area. He is, however, capable of directing strong and fearsome streams and projectiles of flame from the throat, as well as combust objects in the immediate area about him in a fiery pulse of elemental magic, much more fierce than what he produces as a human. Moreover, Kalevi (as a wyvern) has some control over bodily temperature, capable of enthusing himself with heat in a way that would practically ignite those in contact with him. However, this process is relatively slow unless forced under adrenaline, a primary defense in the case he is caught rather than an offensive mechanism. Naturally, in having wings, Kale is also capable of flying (although only as a wyvern).
  
  
  Skills: He is skilled in hand-to-hand combat, given a sword. His swiftness combined with athletic strength makes him a formidable melee opponent. He also has some knowledge and prowess in weapon forgery, having the appropriate strength of a blacksmith (although his stamina could be improved). He is able to ride a horse although he much prefers flying or being on foot.
  
  
  Weapons: He generally keeps two blades on his person, a sword and dagger. The sword, used more commonly in combat, varies often. He is not usually attached to any such weapon nor picky in wielding it given he is capable of handling it efficiently. His dagger, however, is another story. It is made of obsidian and silver, the hilt intricately decorated with the rearing heads of wyverns. This is a gift he greatly treasures, maintains and uses only when necessary. Given some preparation, Kalevi may enthuse any handheld weapon with the fire element so as to give it a searing edge.
  
  
  As a dragon, his primary weapons are the fearsome flames he spits from the throat, emitted as consistently as he may exhale, and his barbed tail, which serves as both a whip and deadly weapon often used to strike at a victim multiple times and in quick succession. His teeth and claws are generally used to pin a victim down to more easily stab into them with the barb of the tail, however they may be used to shred into flesh just as well. As a desperate measure, the claws on his wings can be used to puncture or shred flesh, but this is unlikely as they more commonly aid in climbing ledges alone.
  
  
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  Personality: Kalevi is a bit of an aloof individual, although not intentionally. The atmosphere about him seems very well-guarded, his manner of going about things stoic and seemingly no-nonsense. His expression is almost always austere, as wyverns hardly rely on facial expressions as a way of conveying their feelings. Even so, while he makes no deliberate attempt at composing himself, this is probably best recognized when Kalevi is angry or frustrated, as these fiery emotions tend to show plainly in his gesticulations. Otherwise, a contented expression will likely seem the same as one of sadness... to determine his emotional state, one must look primarily to his speech, decisions and actions.
  
  
  However, while Kalevi does seem unapproachable and somewhat antisocial, he is in fact rather compassionate with keen values and a strong sense of pride, loyalty and justice. Something of a free spirit, he is notably tolerant towards trivial things and quick to adapt to changes in the environment. He is a bit of the silent and brooding type who tends to keep his opinion to himself unless questioned/provoked, however Kale is certainly far from timid, an observant and quick-witted individual who can speak his thoughts if need be and very stubbornly stand his own ground.
  
  
  His personality flaws reside almost solely in his ability to convey his emotions and involve himself in/react to any emotional speech. It's not that he is incapable of feeling these things... they are simply something he is not strong in reflecting upon nor conveying. This also reflects in a largely rationalistic approach he'll take to most matters as well... the closest he'll ever likely come to an emotional outlook is a moralistic take on things. His apathy means little however when it comes to the crunch; for those things and people that matter to him, Kalevi is not hesitant to risk his well-being in the face of tribulation, where his regard for others is expressed not through word but by selfless action.
  
  
  Character flaws and physical weaknesses: Very bad in conveying and reflecting upon his and others emotions. Can make him seem indifferent and unfeeling upon first impression. Quick to anger given good reason and unlikely to calm without good reason. Against opponents of greater size or strength he is likely to falter in close combat. Moreover, his fire attacks tend to provide weak defense, and are best extinguished by the water or earth element. His ability to appropriately utilize ranged weapons such as a bow or throwing daggers is also laughable.
  
  
  Likes and dislikes: Kalevi appreciates the aesthetics of a variety of precious metals, trinkets, jewelry, gemstones and loads of shiny things (Wyverns tend to hoard treasures and are innately enraptured by glittery things and baubles, if they are not at the least curious about them). He also enjoys sleeping, and the darkness (whether that of a lair or the night). He dislikes cold climates (particularly icy ones as this tends to coax him into hibernation), dragons (generally, as wyverns are considered inferior to dragons in lifespan, size and strength and this is a light blow to his honour) as well as remaining in human form or around other people for too long.
  
  
  Hobbies and talents: His hobbies involve collecting shiny things and beautiful weapons, mostly. His talent is largely in swordsfighting; he would serve as a worthy combatant with blade in hand. He can also perform fancy air tricks as a wyvern although generally not for the amusement of others.
  
  
  
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  Bio: Born upon a nest of glittery trinkets, hidden within a secluded lair by the mountain ranges of the Whispering Isles, Kalevi was one of three healthy hatchlings avidly cared for by their mother wyvern. Despite sentience, wyverns tend to be rather reclusive creatures who don't interact with other creatures often except to make prey of them, drive them away or steal precious things in their ownership. It is for this reason that for a good part of his early life, Kalevi remained solely in the company of his siblings and mother, developing the aggressive and predatory edge typical of wyverns. Given a few decades however, curiosity about the outside world and the instinctual drive to separate drew him away from the nest and in search of his own life and lair.
  
  
  His initial endeavours brought upon him few things of question, although certain interactions with hostile dragons and fiercer creatures residing across the wilderness reinforced a certain caution in him. Even after establishing a roost, Kalevi continued to explore the area about him, quickly discovering for the first time Fablewood humans and their townships... caravans that hoarded shiny things and people with soft flesh that resembled the animals he tended to snack upon. At first he only watched from afar, drifting in the skies above and scoping these areas. However, uninhibited, the wyvern had begun raiding smaller villages, devastating many households by brute force and flame in search of baubles and food.
  
  
  While he did manage to pad his lair out a bit with the riches he so wrongfully acquired, his exploits did not last long when a fierce dragon slayer and his companions were called upon to challenge him. In the midst of one of his raids, Kalevi was not avoided in fear but attacked, and after an extremely aggressive fight, brought down. As the wyvern writhed frantically upon the ground, wings and limbs entrapped, it was expected that he would be killed in retribution. However one sorceress, companion to the dragon slayer, invoked otherwise, pointing out that the wyvern was relatively young in age, atavistic in motivation, and that she would instead attempt to subdue him. After some argument, during which she hotly declared that they could execute her along with him should her efforts fail them, they eventually allowed her her way. He was tranquilized and forcefully transformed into a human- relative to his age as a wyvern, a fairly harmless young boy.
  
  
  When he came to, Kalevi was confused, hostile, and a little less than cooperative; the sorceress, Mirai, endured his rude refusal to eat what was offered him or allow his wounds to be tended to. After trying to escape her company numerous times however, Kale finally gave up for the most part, tense but compliant. She then managed to relay to him his situation; if he would not listen to her, and do as she asked of him, then he would certainly be killed and never regain his freedom nor return to his real body. Kale was of course repulsed by this and it took him a while to show any sort of acceptance of his situation, although ultimately he did conform. Seeing this, Mirai showed to him the customs of humans, their language and forced him to work for the townspeople in repairing what he'd damaged; he hated this, of course, but having little choice he was compelled to understand and endure the troubles he'd so effortlessly wreaked upon the people. Moreover, the people obviously did not like him very much, but since he was under the protection of the sorceress he endured little abuse other than uttered curses and rude gestures.
  
  
  For this reason and otherwise, Kalevi was very much under the impression that most Fablewood humans were weak, pathetic beings that certainly served better as a snack than otherwise. Mirai, however, he was forced to develop a respect for, both in her prowess and fair treatment of him. She treated him as a disciple almost, teaching him to control his rage and rewarding him, which he very much came to appreciate. She eventually conceded to taking him on travels to different castles, cities and townships with her companions, until it felt natural for him to be by her side, as an ally. He learned to trust in her, and she came to trust in him; there approached a point where she was even willing to train him to control the fire element in his human form, and as he grew older, she coerced others into teaching him skills such as blacksmithery and swordswork.
  
  
  Years of travelling Fablewood as a human and time spent with all kinds of individuals seemed to dilute Kale's initial impression of people, until he was remarkably civil in his relation with them and of very even character (although he never seemed to shed a certain aloofness). He developed remarkable values, a strong sense of loyalty and firm, intelligent character. Sensing her original intentions were finally made manifest, the sorceress contemplated his freedom and eventually taught him the magic that would allow him to transform from human to wyvern, releasing the seal on him. She gave to him a gift, a beautiful dagger she possessed and had always thought suited him, and with this bade him farewell. Kalevi knew this meant his freedom, his roots were something he had not once forgotten, but given all the adventuring and knowledge he'd attained by Mirai's side, he was hesitant to leave her. Even so she was older now, and while she sought to settle down in her hometown and spend her days reading tomes and spreading knowledge, she insisted he continue in his own way.
  
  
  And he did so, although gratefully. Transforming back into a wyvern felt almost foreign to him, but it was exhilarating to fly again, to possess what felt innate to him. He felt truly free. A changed beast, perhaps even a tamed beast, he returned to the wilderness of the Whispering Isles at first, although there was certainly a sense of lonesomeness in the life common to a wyvern that drew him back to nearby townships more often than not. He spent some time in the sky, and some time listening to others and travelling about on foot, quite content in lending a helping hand in forgeries or defending villages from wild beasts not so different to his younger self. This seemed his life for a while up until trouble began to brew at the edges of Fablewood. Initially he had no intention concerning himself with the oncoming calamity that seemed to taint the air, but seeing beasts and people he was familiar with depart their ordinary lives to defend their land, he felt greater temptation. As though seeking a final push to enjoin in this newfound plight, Kalevi journeyed to Mirai's hometown only to be informed that the sorceress was absent, in that she had left to devote whatever she could to stopping the dark forces. This was certainly enough to convince Kalevi to join the resistance against Caraboss and her evil army; sword and claw could not be better readied in the pledge to defend Fablewood.
  
  
  

 

[Irina Peltavaskiy]

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  Age: 28
  
  
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  Gender/gender identity: Female
  
  
  Romantic inclination: Pansexual
  
  
  Appearance: Short, platinum blonde and with sharp blue eyes Irina is hardly your average soldier. She is a mere 5'5 give or take an inch. Her skin is pale, but is not quite pale enough to cause problems in the sun, this showing off her true Northern pride. Her hair is unkempt and long, extending just below her shoulder blades but is usually in a loose ponytail so the wind does not catch it and obscure her vision. She holds herself like she is much larger than she really is, having quite the Napoleon complex. She has muscle mass but is well hidden underneath the thick riding clothing, the boot sof which give her an extra two inches of height. She has a large scar running from the inner left corner of her left eyebrow, vertically down along her nose before cutting at a slight angle to the corner of her lip on the left side.
  
  
  
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  Skills: Extremely talented horse rider, excelling in mounted combat, whether sword, spear or ranged.
  
  
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  Due to past experiences she lacks trust, even with her closest of friends and often wonders how to rid herself of this. Despite her unsociable habits she enjoys posing conundrums to others and watching them attempt to answer, gleefully looking on as they struggle, a sort of humor to her. If brought down to much she will simply become hyper aggressive and silent, refusing to speak for weeks on end. When she speaks she usually lacks a filter.
  
  
  Character flaws and physical weaknesses: Her largest personality flaw is unable to trust anyone, forcing her to try much harder than needed, over thinking many easy solutions. She has a fairly small lung capacity and this doesn't allow her to run for large amounts of time, and this also makes her susceptible to drowning.
  
  
  Likes and dislikes: She enjoys animals in a broad generality and despises waking up any earlier or any later than the early morning hours.
  
  
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  Bio: Irina comes from a long line of horse riding warriors and tribesman from the far and bitterly cold North. In her early life she was no stranger to danger, as it lurked and followed her kind for millennium. Wild beasts, other tribes and the cold all would change her for better or for worse, until she was developed into a hardened Northman warrior.
  
  
  In her early life she lost her mother during a nomadic tribe's raid on her village. She was taken under a wing of a father who hated her for not being a boy, which was quite a blow as males were far more valued as warriors. She'd be abused throughout her adolescent and teen years by a father who hated her and wished for nothing more than her demise. This would give her a reason to fight, a privilege she derived was being able to live and fight, again and again proving her father wrong. She had always been fond of the snow and was able withstand it's wintery claws in minimal clothing. At the ripe age of seven she began the training of a steppe warrior. Not only was she beaten by her father but she was emotionally abused by her retainer who would attempt to break her spirit in attempt to make a lifeless warrior. As she grew older she began growing better and better at horse riding they began training her in the art of war. However this was not to last as her village was once again raided by a rival tribe and razed. Her father now dead and leaving her homeless she trekked south with her loyal horse. Leaving the Siberia-esque regions.
  
  
  From the North she came upon a small hamlet in a much more moderate climate where she established herself as a courier and Levy for the local fiefdom in times of war. As a young warrior she fought several battles but no major conflicts. However in one situation the opposing force had several airborne Manticore knights, on of which tore a hole through her armor and helm, leaving her with a large crescent moon scar from her left cheek to her inner left eyebrow edge. This later decided her fate of never wearing heavy armor again, despite military standards for it. Having come from such a strange culture she had few friends in this hamlet or else where, her horse, Torsch, being her only true friend. The young mustang meant more to her than anything else. He'd been with her since her seven birthday when he was a mere 9 month old Colt. They'd grow and learn together, creating an unbreakable bond and relationship. Riding into battle and carrying packages the brown and black speckled war horse was her partner in crime. Once the post master passed away she took over and lived a comfortable life from there on in, being young she continued to establish herself with combat merit against bandits and marauders.
  
  
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[Mythee]

 

Basics


Name:: Lamen Tvalhal, the phantom amalgamate


Age: 59 (looks 20-30)


Race: Fablewood human-ish


Gender/gender identity: Agender (Most characters would call them "she" after hearing them speak)


Romantic inclination: Unknown


Appearance:


Lamen is rarely seen without a heavy grey cloak and half of their face shadowed by a hood. Their hair is similarly a homogenous mid-tone gray, and their eyes as well, though they may glow white or blue at times (ex.: while casting spells). While they are rather gender indistinct by appearance, they do have a female voice in everyday situations. They carry a scent of old dust and books, and the air grows colder around them. The usual outfit underneath the grey cloak is a grey overcoat over a dark blue tunic bound by a white sash, and under that, a white shirt and pants. All of Lamen's clothing is embroidered and made of good fabric, a tell-tale sign that they are from a rich merchant family, though one is more likely to find their appearance reminiscent of a sorcerer, especially given the creepy vibe those with sensing abilities might get from them.




Powers & Abilities


Powers: Among various necromantic skills that they have spent a long time studying and practicing, Lamen can raise the spirits of the dead and has a body that can act as a possession sink for them. They do not generally use any powers that would override a soul's own will, however; their command over myriad ghosts is a product of their relationship to those ghosts.


-In addition to this, Lamen is an adept of ice and wind magic, though how much of this they can cast is limited to the pool of mana accessible by their human body (which isn't more exceptional than any other dedicated mage). They could hypothetically drain the souls within them for mana, but is incapable of doing so, since their will is Lamen's own. Their strength in magic is versatility and creativity rather than power.


-Something which could be considered a power is the result of the amalgamation of souls within her; soul or mind-affecting magic has little effect on her, unless it is powerful enough to affect a several hundred-fold concentration of souls and minds.


Skills: A wealth of knowledge and memories, most of which are not the original Lamen's own, makes them capable of practising many skills- though those requiring muscle memory or a specialised physical aptitude will be limited to a theoretical understanding of the skill. Their main skill is that of a scholar.


Weapons: A magic tome is usually carried on their person, serving as a focus/control for their ice and wind magic. They are not incapable of those spells without the tome, but their accuracy and mana efficiency is lessened by half.




Personality


Personality:


Lamen is, for the most part, a contented being. They cherish life like no other and seem to find pleasure in every experience, be it good or bad, as evidenced by a consistent good mood and calm demeanor; admittedly, it comes off as... a little creepy. They do not shy away from people or conversation, and seem genuinely fascinated by everything and everyone. They have a sense of humor (which sometimes consists of giving others a fright, alas) and, if one looks past their prejudices about necromancy, may find them to be a compassionate, principled and gentle person, open-minded and full of interesting stories of what would seem countless different lives. Punishment, justice and death mean little to Lamen; they see them as faulty and discompassionate systems. They are by nature pacifistic and seek a mutually beneficial resolution wherever sentient life is involved.


They are not without their fears; the initial human's personality is in control, but their sense of identity has been slowly eroding over time as a result of the melting pot of souls within them. The longer those souls stay in the same body, the more they melt together, and the more difficult it gets for them to differentiate between their individual thoughts, feelings and memories and those of others. Lamen's sense of self was originally very strong, but when the lines blur, it can be disorienting. It goes both ways, however. Aspects of their personality have influenced the souls still residing within them.


Character flaws and physical weaknesses:


- Though it is human, Lamen's body has contained so many souls long enough that some aspects of it have begun to change, halfway between living and undead. As such, holy magic or other types of magic that harm or purge the undead will weaken Lamen physically, albeit not do as much damage as for a full undead; at most it would not purge them, but rather cause them to fall ill.


- Necromancy is considered taboo. As such, Lamen is subject to many prejudices and can be the subject of dislike, attempts to 'stop' them, and finding oneself on the opposite side of a law or... twenty. Because of this they try to pass themselves as a mere druid or mage depending on the context (though virtually any serious investigative effort will reveal that they are a necromancer, and it isn't that hard to find someone who would begin to suspect. Bummer.)


Likes and dislikes: They have superficial dislikes; for instance, for emotional or physical pain and other bad experiences. While their reaction to these things is initially negative, the influence of the amalgamation of so many souls once deprived of life and craving even those experiences overrides that initial reaction with a sense of fulfilment, resulting in a ridiculously wide range of things which Lamen likes; people, life, weakness, strength, good, bad, interesting, banal, humanitarian, petty, goodness, cruelty, successes, failures, challenges... The entirety of life experience, it would seem. What Lamen can maintain a total dislike for are things like permanent stasis and ultimate entropy.


Hobbies and talents: Necromancy, essentially. Spends a lot of time doing research on souls/spirits and their associated problems to explore the best ways to achieve a working dynamic between corporeal life and incorporeal unlife; for instance, to study how to inhibit the corruptive influence of regrets and social isolation of incorporeals. Lamen travels between remote locations, creating 'lands of the dead' so to speak, where they try interesting approaches such as community ecosystem possession. ...Which is absolute gibberish to anyone else, especially since most necromancers just wanna turn into a lich and get rad skeleton armies, which is far less interesting to Lamen :V





 


 




Bio


Bio: Once upon a time, there was a meeting of nobles and merchant families at a distant villa. During this meeting, grave new arrived that a nearby town had been attacked and burned down; it was deemed unsafe to travel back to their own towns for the time being, so they would all stay there for awhile until the situation calmed down. The curious children gathered and went out to play, and at the suggestion of one of them, climbed a nearby hill that overlooked the valley so that they may check out the carnage; there, in the distance, one could see the town still burning and smoking. Only, one of the children trembled at the sight. The anguished voices of the burnt town echoed at her and clenched her heart, even though they should have long been quieted. That night, she could not sleep. She had to help them. As if guided, she escaped the villa and its posted guards, then walked hours into the night until her feet were torn. Finally she arrived to the rubble of the town. All around her, the crying and wailing voices were loud and strong; spirits too attached to the world to depart, full of anger and sadness over the life that was stolen from themselves and from each other.


Lamen called out to them with all of her heart, tears pouring down her face. She too, loved this world. She, too, would not wish to leave it, and felt every bit of their grief as her own. If they needed a body, she had one still. Together, they could live in this world again. They could all find a way together. And so a thousand ghosts poured into her body in a storm of spirits that would not calm until weeks later, when an order of sorts would have established itself in the phantom amalgamate, under the leadership of their benefactor whose will represented the will of their collective. The missing child returned to the villa, strangely calm and content. They would pursue studies in magic... and necromancy. Occasionally, those around them would behave like a different person and then have lapses of memory about it, as if they had been possessed. After some political intrigue and a story for another time, Lamen understood the risks of staying too close to society; it was like dangling a meal in front of a starving dog. They set off to decades of travelling, gathering necromantic knowledge, raising the dead, often rehabilitating them, and creating new homes for them in the aforementioned experiments. Near every land of the dead they have their own residence hidden in some nook, where they can spend years doing research.