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Reinos Wolfsbane

Race: Human/Okami
Age: 21
Gender: Male

Abilities: Being a wolf demon, he has heightened senses and enhanced strength in his human form. However, he learned that he can turn into a fully formed wolf demon if the need arises. He has superhuman healing capabilities. However, he is quite skilled in the martial arts.

Appearance: 5'7", piercing green eyes, eye level hair(dark brown w/ green streaks), semi-muscular build, wears black leather arm bands w/ dragon engravings, pale skin, black cloth trenchcoat w/ no sleeves, green sleeveless shirt bearing the symbol of cancer(zodiac sign), leather belt and black pants, and leather shoes

Personality: He is very honorable and always sticks up for the underdog. However, he is a little naive as to how the world works, but he always puts on a brave face. He is a silent warrior, stalking in the night watching for trouble and learning what he needs to to survive. He can seem childlike at times.

History: He always thought he was human, until one day, a bully pushed him too far. He was trying to keep the bully form picking on one of his friends, but the bully turned on him and almost knocked him out with a rock. However, the bully then tuurned back on his friend and somethinfg snapped within him. An inner rage that almost got out of hand. He swung at the bully, but instead of having punched him, he had left three scars on his face. Reinos looked at his hand and saw that it had turned into a claw. He told his mother, who taught him how to control the inner precence and taught it peace. He still isn't quite sure of exactly what he is yet, but his mother told him that he may be a wolf demon. Reinos's childlike innocence is the only thing that keeps the darkness within him from surfacing. However, that may change one day.

After the events that befell him when he was younger, he retreated into himself. Barely acknowledging anyone else's existence, he survives on mere instinct alone. Though he is not catatonic, he still has his reasoning capabilities. Upon the humans learning of his "demonoid" abilities though seeming quite human he was arrested immediately, careful not to upset or anger him knowing he would only retaliate if they were to do so. He went quietly though a few guards that approached him inside the Colosseum learned quickly not to treat him as a "dreg" upon society or any others in front of him. He fights only to survive on will not slay any of his opponent's though he knows that he is on borrowed time as it is.

Transformation: The wolf demon stands at six-feet tall and has claws like a wolf except they are in the form of a human hand, but he can bite through steel and howl loud enough to quake the very ground he is standing on. He also has three bone spikes coming out of both arms on the elbow and one above each knee. the wolf is also covered in solid WHITE fur. Reinos's eyes begin two glow blue when the tranformation begins. This demon does not love battle and will only emerge when there is no other option.

Okami Transformation: In Japanese mythology the Okami or Wolf is treated as either a diety or demon. Reinos' werewolf like transformation is due to undue stress on him causing him to feel negative emotions and transform as his ancestor did into werewolf creature though truly not of that breed. Reinos' Okami form is that of a gigantic seemingly winged wolf with silver fur spanning his entire body and his claws blood red. His eyes glow blue in this form with a third eye centered in the center of his forehead. He has red tribal markings surrounding the third eye and a bladed tail for combat.

(Picture is not mine, but the closest I could find lol.)

Attachments:

[Da Pwny]

*Operator? Yes, I would like to report a bad pun... Yes I'll hold -.-*

Name: Almaa'raska Ier Terradan
~~Nicknames: Alma, Dani <stage name>

Race: Siren/Elf half-blood
Age: Appears ~19 or so, closer to 30 in actuality
Gender: Female

Psychological Self: Ranges between fun-loving "flower child" to tantrum-throwing spoiled brat - possibly bipolar. Generally somewhere around the middle, with a healthy dose of sarcasm tossed in for good measure. Comes off as being somewhat insecure in first impressions, but warms up to people over time. Keeps other at a distance (especially humans) in general, but not above helping someone who needs it... if she thinks she can. Surprisingly knowledgeable about world-based affairs, from politics to... other... things... Often has trouble making decisions, and is very fascinated with the workings of the world outside Largos and her home, Valyynsha City.

Physical Self: 5' nothing, thin as a rail, C-range bust;
heart-shaped face, teeth that slightly protrude over lower lip (sanded down <very painful!!> to reduce appearance), black-tipped dagger-like ears that protrude ~8 inches backwards, slightly-tanned skin, lower-back-length-brick-red hair with black highlights framing face and wild, untamed styling, lazy eyes with overlapped brown-purple irises, sickly-green tribal tattoos on both arms;
when not on stage, she often wears tattered bleached blue jeans, simple black T-shirt, thong sandals or camouflage military-style boots - depending upon the weather - and a red checkered headband to hide the tips of her ears;
on-stage costumes differ depending upon the show
~~Strengths: near-genius intelligence; agile; quick-handed
~~Weaknesses: physically weak; easily harmed and subdued, once her defenses have been taken down

Paranormal Self: Aside from her Scream, many of Alma's abilities revolve around music, and the uses as such to shift and form phenomena into existence around her - though her practice with such things is very, very limited. At the moment, the most she could do with this side of her powers would be to kick up a gale-force wind around her, or to cause the ground to rumble a little bit. As she uses it more often, her powers and skills will grow, though how exactly has yet to be seen. However, if stressed or pushed over the edge, her Other Self shows, granting her aide at a terrifying cost....

She is also moderately good with computers, and although not an expert hacker, knows how to crack medium-level security systems with decent success. The more difficult, however, the longer it takes. As well, she can scan enemies, objects, and the like, and keep a record of them for future reference or study, although her curiosity causes more issues than solutions, often.

Finally, something she has learned to do on stage is a quick-change ability that allows her to change costumes on the fly, depending upon what genre of music she is singing/playing. Examples would be:
~Ill-fitting schoolgirl outfit for AC/DC songs
~Over-stylized flair for Aerosmith songs (and those like them)
~Whatever was worn at the time of the production of the song
General Examples:
~Goth
~Glam Rock
~Funk
~Heavy Metal
~Alternative (closer to street clothing, unless otherwise specified)
~Psychedelic

A good idea of what most of it would look like~
Just mute if you don't want to hear the actual music >.>
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sb5aq5HcS1A&ob=av3e


History: Born in Valyynsha City, known more for it's cutthroat criminals and crime bosses than for how surprisingly secure (and clean!) the streets are, Almaa'raska was born into a moderately-poor family, and though she never lacked anything she was always beaten - her human step-father was a drunk, and often took his undue hatred out on Alma, seeing her as something less than human. It wasn't that her mother didn't love her - much on the contrary, she showered the girl with love whenever she could - but should she interfere, she too would get caught in the crossfire. And she would, but only when the beatings began to get out of hand.

Thus, from an early age, Alma learned to keep her fear deep down inside, hiding it behind snappy comments and a razor-sharp wit. Anytime she was beaten, she would laugh instead of cry, and soon it became a habit - one that frightened her. Finally, when she was old enough to leave home, she took off with her known knowledge in search of her real father. Her hopes were that she would be able to find him, and then get him and her mother back together, and hopefully live happily ever after.

Alas, it simply was not to be. Mind thee, Alma was only in her mid-teens when she ran away the first time. After a year on the streets, she somehow made her way back home, though in hiding so her father wouldn't find out. And one day, the worst came - he found her hiding under the bed, dragged her out in a drunken stupor, and began pounding her, swearing all the while.

This was when Alma's abilities first showed themselves; instead of laughing, she screamed, screamed so loud that it blew the windows out, awoke the neighbors two blocks away, and forced her human father to retreat in pain before he fell unconscious from shock. It wasn't long after that that it was found he was now rendered deaf. Finally having had enough of his idiocy, Alma's mother fled with her nearly-grown daughter, taking up residence in the slums and working night and day to make up for the money lost.

Fate turned the child's luck one day when she entered a singing contest, and won right-out. The manager of the event saw potential in her - as well as a viable and naive money-maker - and convinced Alma that he'd take her to heights that she couldn't imagine, if she'd move to Largos city with him. Being 22 at the time, she agreed; twelve years later, and Alma regrets the decision wholeheartedly. Now not only is she put on display, but she's also expected to sing... something she hates now with a passion. Oh sure, it was fun for the first twenty shows - but after a hundred and twenty-three shows, and two tours, it's boring her to death. She was in negotiations with her manager (which included but were not limited to lots of yelling, screaming, and swears that would make a sailor's ears bleed) when she was arrested. Her fate remains to be seen.


The "Other" Self: Alma's "shadow self" is an entity not of this world, nor from the Next, a being with it's own mind and body that intertwine with her own. Born of raw emotion, it exist within her as long as she keeps such emotions bottled up, and will do whatever it can to prevent her from letting go of such emotions, in order to perpetuate itself and continue existing.

Explanation of The Other
The Other is a pseudo-demon formed from Almaa'raska's suppressed negative emotions, and exhibits full control over her whenever her mood shifts wildly and uncontrolled towards the negative end of the spectrum. At some point in the past it attached itself to her, and now it's power feeds off of Alma's negative emotions, as well as those in the environment around her; hate, malice, lust, fear, hopelessness, sorrow - all of these and more make the Other stronger. Therefore, it will attempt to create an environment of these emotions in order to sustain it's grip upon Alma.

All her actions, including any songs and vocals she plays/sings (if one could call it that), reflect this. The power over her depends upon the situation, as well as the strength of her relationship with the others in the group. As well, Alma's state of being affects how strong the Other is allowed to be - the weaker her mind/body are, the stronger the Other is, and the more power it can exert over her - up to, and including, total mental and physical possession.

While active, the Other does not recognize Alma's normal companions initially, seeing all as hostile - as she grows in her powers, the Other will see her companions as "friendlies", and not attack them as much. Also, the Other will not end hostilities until all perceived "enemies" are dead. It must be forced into submission by one stronger than itself if survivors are to be had - this includes Alma herself, is she is not too far weakened from previous experience. Low-grade magic has little affect upon it, sans white or 'holy' type, which will scald the flesh and dry it up, as well as set her hair ablaze. Increasing grades of magic will cause damage, albeit dampened by the aura surrounding her.

Gifts from the Other: Some abilities have the reverse effect - for example, one that would heal allies will instead bleed life from nearby opponents over time, ultimately killing them. She gains strength from using these abilities, but at the cost of the lives of others - and her own loose grip on reality. Physically, she matches the strongest of men, and then some; as well, her speed and reaction times are significantly improved, at the cost of her health, which slowly erodes until the Other consumes Alma altogether in it's dark grip.

Persona of the Other: Rude, brash, and swearing often, occasionally without reason, the Other has no concern for others, completely conceited and self-serving. It cares not for other's feelings, and had it it's own way, would never care at all. In simple words, it doesn't give a s--- about anything not directly related to it's own mission/personal welfare; simple as that.

Appearance of the Other: When Alma becomes The Other Self, her skin turns jet-black, taking on a feel that is almost liquid in texture, the green tattoos on her arm glow brightly, her hair turns to a river of crimson-colored strands falling to her feet that feel like acid when touched, her eyes glow red, her teeth ("fangs" included) grow longer and sharper, and an aura of darkness appears around her. For now, anyone coming near her in this state is harmed merely upon the eldritch abomination status of her being (ie- too terrifying for the human mind to take).

[{NOTE}] - all 'voices'/text for The Other IC will be this color as well.


Equipment/Items:

~Almost never seen without her arm-mounted M-MPU (miniature-macro processing unit), which looks like an overgrown arm band - a final gift from her mother before she left home; being much more than that, it allows her to interface with nearly any computer-based circuit, including security systems, robots, and other personal computers, along with completing the usual PC tasks, such as word processing, spreadsheets, games, and the like. Unfortunately, it's also a late-model version, so the processing speed doesn't seem to be what it used to, and sometimes the memory falters, though it has yet to crash in the twelve years that she's had it.

However, the system seems to belie a more powerful hardware setup than it lets on; some of the parts, under further examination, have no makers' marks or brand names, nor look anything akin to those on the market today. During normal operation it seems to be slow and barely-compatible with anything, but it contains a (nowadays) standard UniPlug that can interface with nearly any circuitry board, as well as the fact that it benchmarks well above what it should, as if it were somehow sentient, knowing it was being tested. As well, strange characters show up from time to time, scrolling down across the screen, made up of characters not made for human tongues to repeat. Perhaps this device has an interesting history somewhere?

~As well, the guitar she carries around - her weapon of choice - is high-tech. Custom-made to respond to her touch only, this "axe" folds into a compact circle when not in use, which can be mounted on the player's back with easy, or simply carried. The design is rigid and spiky, but the transformation sequence is fluid and almost silent. Although light enough to be carried on long journeys, it's surprisingly sturdy, and can take (and give) quite a beating in a pinch, making an effective shield against moderate physical attacks.

It does have different "modes" to choose from, ranging across all sorts of various instruments, but Alma is only really in-tune with the default "electric guitar" setting. In the future, as her horizons broaden, more functional "modes" will become available.

~Finally, she carries most everything else with her in a backpack slung over her shoulders, including wallet, Wire-Phree™ phone, a variety of "lucky" nicknacks and doodads that she keeps near her, any food she carries with her, and a 2-liter built-in water pack, because she dehydrates fairly easily.

[Ze]

NAME- Roxy
AGE- 22
GENDER- female
RACE- human/ fox demon
EYES- violet
HAIR- a deep red color, going past her shoulders shoulders, ending lower on her back.
HEIGHT- 5'7"

APPEARANCE- pale skin and bright eyes. pretty slim, but foxy ;D lol. she doesn't appear to be someone who'd be strong, but appearances are deceiving. black corset like top. leather pants and boots, along with her belt with all her equipment and her weapons, two knives.

PERSONALITY- Generally tries to keep to herself, but can't resist a challenge. She often tries to out think and out maneuver any opponent, enjoying to defeat people, either physically or mentally, and liking the thrill of stealing. She steals for the thrill, not for monetary gain, so unless it's something special, she may just throw it away or stash it away somewhere, sometimes selling things for money. She tries to act tough and brave, but has a kind and soft inner self.
Roxy kinda has two personalities. When she found out what she had to do to grow stronger as a demon, she started to hate what she was. She couldn't stand it and just wanted to be wholly human... And it her demon and human self split, essentially giving her two personas in one body. The human half is in charge basically all the time, but when loves are at stake, especially hers, the demon half kicks in... When that happens she's kinda a b****...
Has a strong fear of dogs. It doesn't matter the size or breed, dogs have always chase and attacked her, a downside to being a fox demon... Dogs always know...

HISTORY- Roxy was captured and sent to the arena for thievery.
The rest of her history she likes to keep to herself, rather disliking it.

TRANSFORMATION- Roxy changes into a large, two-tailed fox with golden eyes and flared ears. Her color starts at orange at her head and blends to a red at her tails with white markings on her. The more tails she has, the more red that covers her body.
in this fox form she's about 6 feet long, between 9 and 10 feet with her tails length.

TAIL INFO:
1st- born with the ability to change shape.

2nd- stronger and faster,can communicate with other canine demons when both are in demon form

3rd- increased speed, and physical strength, demon gets stronger. Basic fire control, but can't create fire herself, can only manipulate fire that's already around her.

4th- speed, strength... demon can surface and speak while in human form when human can't handle it, like fainting in battle, demon takes over for survival purposes.

5th- the human and demon sides need to bond again by this point or else... eventual failure. if the bond works, strength increases more than normally with each new tail and her speed continuously goes up astronomically.

6th- speed, strength... shadow control. take control of the shadows so they take a form similar to hers.

7th- speed, strength... Summon and use fire to attack, can cause fire to appear at the end of her tails and use that to attack and can kinda spit out fire.

8th- speed, strength... tails can be used as weapons, like spears.

9th- speed, strength... becomes full red and begins to turn white over time, mastery of all abilities, will now gradually grow stronger over time like regular demons.


Roxy human


Roxy with 9 tails

[zyphan]

Name: Zyphan
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Race: Ice Phoenix
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 122lbs

Appearance:

Zyphan has a slender build, with a wingspan of 13 feet. Her pinions are primarily blue, with the top being light blue and the underside dark blue, and white feathers line the edges and tips. Her hair is super short, and stands up everywhere. It is the same shade as the underside of her wings, with whit streaks running throughout. Her eyes are a bright, icy blue, and all of her features are angular, and very feminine. Her skin is pale, and has an icy, slightly blue hue.

Clothing:

She wears a short, black leather jacket with slits in the pack for her wings, and jeans cover her legs. Combat boots cover her feet, and a sword rests between her pinions on her back.

About the Sword:

This she has had since she left her home many, many years ago. It was a family heirloom, and had a long history. It was of the Ice Phoenix herself, who was the first ever of their kind. Supposedly infused with the legendary powers, it has been passed from generation to generation, until Zyph's family came to carry it. When Zyphan ran away from home, she took the sword with her, and it has been with her ever since.

Alternate form:


This is her second form, though after she uses it it saps all of her strength. This is the same form taken by the first Ice Phoenix, and it has many untold and unknown abilities. Even Zyphan does not yet know it's full potential.

Personality:

Zyphan was always more of the quiet type, but after years of being on her own, and now in this new world, she has learned to be tough. She's not a bully, but she will not take to being pushed around, and will let you hear her mind. She is also kind and playful, and loves to be free. You can often find her soaring the skies or staring silently into nothing, lost in thought.

Abilities:

Other than the ability to fly, she can control water and ice, which includes creating blizzards and dropping the air temperature around her. She is still developing her abilities, but she will not hesitate to use them if provoked. However, any heat kept on her for a sustained period of time will raise her body temperature from a cool 67 degrees, disabling her abilities.

History:

When it was found out that Zyphan took the same form as the first Ice Phoenix, others of her race insisted on praising her and making her their queen, but she wanted nothing of it. So, taking the heirloom sword, she ran away to a distant planet, of which she has been on for many years. Upon that planet, she fared quite well, even though she was different, until new laws passed and she was seen instead as a threat.

The first time she was captured, they did not know about her powers, and she was able to escape, but the second time they figured it out, and she was taken into custody, where they kept her until she was transported to some unknown location with two others she was in custody with.

[End]

Name: Luma
Race: Luma (A light elemental, of sorts)
Age: By its count, around 1000 (though, it could be more or less. It never specifies what It is 1000 of)
Gender: None
Abilities: Mastery of the control of light. What this entails is a variety of things, including the obvious ability to generate light, even if there is not present. What isn’t so easily guessed is how the light can be used. There are several factors that influence what abilities can be used, though the production and manipulation of light is always constant. The phase of the moon, time of day, and the location on the earth are just a few examples. Sometimes the light can be used to create things that are corporal, ranging from useless trinkets to ships that can hold an entire crew of people. Other times, the light can be used to afflict mental conditions, such as confusing or distracting someone, and may even alter memory.

Appearance: A Luma is an extremely rare “demon”, only occurring in extremely rare conditions. There are only a few accounts and records of what a Luma is, and even those are obscure and rare to find. Being so rare, Luma simply took on the name of its race, having forgotten its own. Lama are human in shape, but have bodies that are purely magical. Their height changes depending on the time of day, ranging between around 6’0” high at noon and 5’0” at midnight. Its build is mostly proportionate to its height: thin, spindly, and unidentifiable in its gender and becoming even slighter at its tallest. Its limbs are long and elegant, and the hands are so smooth they seem to be made of glass. The most noticeable thing about Luma is its skin, which is the purest and most flawless “shade” of white. A soft glow emits from it, even in the dark (although it can be dampened when needed) and warm and smooth to the touch. A soft edged nose and nearly non-existent lips are almost indistinguishable from the rest of the face, as well as the eyes, which are white lashed and are pupil-less. The irises have slight silver sheen to them, and darken depending on how much light is in the vicinity but, like its skin, glow slightly. Luma’s hair seems to be made of a combination of moonlight, silk and water. It shines and flows, and feels almost liquid (minus the wetness) to the touch. It is long and moves out in waves, reaching to about its hips.

What Luma wears is a manifestation of its power, and it can be manipulated as such. It is a simple, white flowing dress that brushes the ground. Even when Luma is standing still, the dress continues to ripple about, moved by and unseen force. The material is similar to that of her hair, but has a definite “solid” form. It does not wear any shoes, nor does it need to. Dirt and other substances seem to part around Luma, repelled away from blighting its pure form. The only thing of color on Luma is a black tiara, which is of some sort of lusterless metal. Ornate scroll work covers it, and the front of narrows by the temples with a diamond shaped piece in the center of the forehead. No matter what form Luma takes, this tiara remains. Other than this, Luma is known to wear a ratty brown burlap robe, using the hood and adjustable hem to hide its somewhat outstanding appearance.

Personality: Luma is quite the eccentric person to meet. Those who are not dissuaded by its strange appearance find themselves uncomfortable after speaking with it. Luma often speaks in riddles, or in nonsensical rhymes and rarely mentions anything relevant to the common person. It often travels alone, drifting from place to place and seeming never dwelling on anything that it meets. Some consider Luma to have no emotions, such things being beyond something so alien. The ways that it takes interest in random objects and enjoys tormenting village idiots with its silver tongue (which it actually is) are merely coincidental occurrences, to them. Yet, Luma considers itself to have emotions, even though they are often neglected to be expressed. It enjoys watching humans and how they interact, often copying them in its own, slightly mocking way.

History: Luma was not necessarily born and nor was it made. It simply began to exist one day, after a series of odd coincidences and has continued since then, witnessing time without age. It cannot remember much about its past or the others of its kind other than it has lived for an amount of time and there were once others like it. As far as Luma knows, it is the last of the Luma, as it has heard of none others for the last 500 measurements of existence. It does often search for them, but it mostly enjoys being existent in the human world and taking in all matters of creation. Luma does know one thing of its history, and that was when the tiara upon its head was placed. Only fragments of nightmares surrounding of when it was cursed with the Tiara, which is known to be the reason of why it can’t remember and the inconsistencies of power. Luma hopes to one day find how to remove the Tiara, curious to see what exactly was so important for it to forget.

Other: Luma cannot technically eat food, but still enjoys the concept of it, often reading accounts on what foods taste and smell like. It sometimes pretends to eat the food despite the fact swallowing it makes Luma turn extremely bulbous and round for a few days after. The only substance it needs to survive is water and to be under the sun at least once every week.