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Post by HeLLsing on Jul 15, 2007 23:00:04 GMT -5
For Free Fall Name:Louie Height:6'1 Weight:160 Race:Pure werewolf(Original) Human Appearance: Wolf appearance:White, thick coat of fur.Blue eyes. Lycan form:Stands 8 feet off the ground.Thick coat of white fur and blue eyes. History:He goes back as far as watching Adam and Eve pick the forbidden fruit.He has only been a legend until the angels havw revealed themselves.He is on his way to speak with the remainding angels.Being the Orginal werewolf you could only imagine the power he holds.
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Post by Roara on Jul 16, 2007 1:36:08 GMT -5
For Free Fall
Name:Jovi Height:5'8 Weight:160 Race: Rouge Demon
Human Appearance: he wears a white undershirt, a loose black vest, and a black cowboy hat. He also wears jeans, and his hair is black and long and raggy. He also has a motor cycle.
Demon appearance: The human form, but his limbs become steel and he grows vampire wings. His eyes also become slanted and red. out of his head arise small horns.
weapon: as a human, his weapon is a long 50 caliber sniper rifle, but as a demon it is a long battle spear. he also has a length of chains that are spiked around him as a demon, that could be used as whips.
History: He is an outcast. He wasnt wanted in heaven, or hell, so he was released into the free world when the gates of heaven burned.
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Post by Rekona on Jul 16, 2007 4:49:09 GMT -5
For Free Fall~ Name: Kyra Jennings Race: Human Age: 27 Height: 4'11 Weight: 98 Physical Description (Picture pending; aka I was too lazy to run down to a scanner): Her hair is blonde, chiseled at a severely angled bob. Her face is youthful which, in combination with her slight stature, causes many to think she's younger than she is. A very slight woman, she opts for professional attire, fitted suits and pressed slacks, when she isn't in her lab coat, that is. Her eyes are sharp and small of a blue deep enough to be called violet. Not many are permitted near enough to see concidering they're hidden behind thick, round spectacles. Personality: Curt, in a nutshell. Kyra isn't silver-tongued and lacks some of the most basic inter-human skills. She opts instead to attack friend and foe alike with sarcastic quips and insults. Her affect nears flat most of the time, extreme stimuli being required to drag emotions out of her. Though perhaps smart and resourceful, Kyra's weak body should hinder her activities and because she doesn't allow that to be the case, she often bites off more than she can chew. She also doesn't like people pointing out her size and tends to step on feet when one does so. History: Raised in foster care, Kyra had always been a bit detatched. Adoption was never a hope for the young girl since she suffered from a genetic disorder particularly rare in females, hemophilia, which prevented her blood from clotting properly. The past wasn't all dark clouds and thunder claps, though, as a pre-teen her intellectual prowess earned her a spot at a prestigious boarding school, the state paying a grant for her tuition under the condition that she work for them in the future. The mundane trudging of orphan life was a thing she was all too happy to leave behind. Upon graduating at 22, she leaped right into her role as a weapons engineer. Even though Kyra witnessed the exposure of the supernatural, the true scientist was ever incredulous, approaching the subject with doubt despite all the evidence. In truth it was to justify the temptation to accept a generous offer from a shady party...
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Dai
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The Curse and the Cure
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Post by Dai on Jul 16, 2007 21:50:57 GMT -5
~FREE FALL~ Name: Henry Dean Age:28 Height: 5'9 Weight: 135 Body Type: Thin, very unhealthy looking. Race: Human Occupation: Drug Runner Back Story:Henry is a Heroin addict. With the world around him collapsing, Angels and Demons fighting in the streets, Vampires and Werewolves, zombies, and beasts he only ever read about as a kid, all turning up, he has to try to cope with it all, while still trying to survive. Henry Grew up in a broken, lower class home. His mother was a whore, and his father was a violent, workaholic, alcoholic that left them when Henry was barely three. At the age of 13, Henry got his first taste of Heroin, and has been chasing the dragon since. At the age of 19, he enlisted in the Marines to try and clean up, but shortly after completing basic training, and moving on to advanced individual training (I can explain this to anyone who wants to know what all this means.) and was shortly tested positive for Heroin during a urinalysis. He ended up with a dishonorable discharge, and working for the drug smuggler Escobar, as a mule, and a dealer. In exchange, Escobar set Henry up with a small apartment, and gives him enough money for food, an inexpensive beater car, and a cut of all the product he sells. Now with the chaos that has arisen, Henry is trying to expand his circle of buyers to the demons, vampires, werewolves, and any other creature that is willing to pay. Appearance: Henry is a very skinny, pale, unhealthy looking man. He has short, black hair, cut in a fade on the sides, and long on the top, which is combed to the front, and his bangs gelled up. His face is one that you could easily forget, one that blends into the crowds. His side burns go down half-way, medium-thick. His nows is slender, slightly pointed at the end. His dark eyes slightly blackened and sunk in. His lips are thin, pink slivers on his square jaw. Upon his thin frame, he wears a black, button up shirt, with a brown jacket, a size to big. under the jacket he carries a shoulder-holstered 9mm pistol, on his right, and on his left, he has two 10 round magazines. He wears black slacks, with the legs going over the top of his black boots, inside of which he carries a buck knife, hidden, on the outside of his right boot, strapped down. He is clean shaven.
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Post by Caelen on Jul 17, 2007 0:30:02 GMT -5
For: Free Fall
Name: Adrian Sex: Male Race: 3/4 Demon, 1/4 Human Dimensions: 5'7", 174 lb Eyes: Left eye is all black, right eye is green with a white iris and black exterior Hair: Short, spiked, and silver
Adrian is fairly muscular, but the muscle mass is evenly spread out, so he doesn't look as muscular as he really is. His eyes emit ultraviolet light when he desires it, and he can vary the amount of light they put out. He wears a black trench coat, black boots, black studded leather pants, black studded leather finger-less gloves, and a black studded leather tunic. The studs are simple rounded metal, polished to a finely mirrored surface. The tunic and pants are shaped to fit him snugly, but still allow for freedom of movement. He keeps a large, serrated, cross-hilt greatsword at on angle on his back, under his coat, but within easy reach even when his coat is on. The sword has multiple hidden uses. With the push of one of the two buttons on it, it vibrates, allowing it to cut much more effectively. When the other button is pressed, the blade itself becomes a blazing blue fire-blade that freezes anything it contacts. This ice blade is something he usually holds in reserve, saving it as a surprise for his enemies. He also has two black bat-like wings, but he usually keeps then under his coat so that he may pass as human for the most part. The coat has a couple of velcro-sealed holes in the back, so he may fly even with the coat on. He carries a couple of small handguns in side holsters, but most of the time he relies on his powers for ranged combat.
His parents were a demon and a half demon, both of which desiring an end to the war so they could live in peace. They instilled this desire into Adrian at a very young age, and, while he is coldly efficient in battle and rather horrible at communication, he would rather talk things out than fight.
His demon heritage has given him a few powers to call on. He can summon ice and form it into a melee weapon fused to his arm or use the ice as a projectile. He can also hurl balls of blue fire (the same blue fire as his sword). Whenever he uses his ice powers he becomes cold to the touch and has waves of cold vapor falling from around him. He can also see in the ultraviolet spectrum, allowing him to perceive some things which are hidden to most others.
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Post by piñata on Jul 17, 2007 10:38:47 GMT -5
For: Free Fall
Name: Esariel Age: unknown (immortal) Dimensions: 6'1", 180 lbs. Gender: Male Hair: Brown Eyes: Blue Race: Angel
History: Came down from heaven after the gates were burned, and because the existence of his kind is now common knowledge makes no effort to hide what he is. Travels almost exclusively by flying. His previous involvement in the war is a mystery, but it is known now that he is a fanatical angel supremacist, who believes that the other supernatural creatures are evil because, in a way, they made him believe such a thing by tearing down the gates of heaven. He particularly despises demons.
Personality: Surprisingly stuck on himself, for an angel. An arrogant, strutting peacock who triggers loathing in everyone he meets almost from the moment he is introduced to them. He believes that he is always right, and will stubbornly defend this position even in the face of overwhelming evidence that he is wrong.
Appearance: Muscular, and likes to show it off. Usually goes around shirtless to give his wings (which are typical, white-feathered angel wings) more room to spread out. Classically chiseled features make him desirable to most women, both human and angel, but his personality very quickly turns them off.
Powers: Can conjure holy light, mostly useful for blinding opponents (although it can kill certain types of demons just by touching them); is adept at healing magic, although he usually exacts a price of some sort in exchange for his services; is stronger and faster than a human.
Weapons: Carries a glowing white sword, obviously imbued with some sort of mystical power. Is also trained in unarmed combat, and can kill with his bare hands if he needs to.
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Post by mutilateddragon on Jul 17, 2007 21:17:31 GMT -5
For: Dreams of Saloria
Name: Aeron Gender: Male Age: 21 Race: werewolf Hair: A dark silvery blue, that is quite short and spiked up, part of his fringe hanging over one half of his face to just under the tip of his nose. Eyes: Dark blue, quite narrow to give the appearance that he is frowning most of the time. Height: 5’9 Personality: Alcoholic, it’s rare that anyone sees him without a drink in his hand whilst he is in his human form. Because of his past Aeron has become much more secluded and will give people the cold shoulder if they try get so close. Can get very angry and violent if pushed, especially since he started drinking. Aeron is very confident of his own strength, although he never tries to show it off, using it only as a last resort. He is very bitter about the world around him and himself. In his werewolf form he cannot control himself and has a very volatile temper. Appearance: Aeron has a strong chin, a slightly hooked nose and dimples in his cheeks when he smiles, although a smile is a very rare occurrence from Aeron. He wears a blood-red buttoned up shirt, the top two buttons left open to show the bottom of his neck and his collar bone. Underneath his shirt he wears a top of chain mail, he has learnt from past mistakes that it’s never safe to go out without some form of defence. At Aeron’s waist hangs a thick black leather belt, a small pouch of money hanging from it. He wears dark grey material pants with thick leather boots. On his hands is a pair of black leather steel-studded gloves. On his back is his steel broadsword, within easy reach of his right hand. The sword is quite plain and has a simple black sheath but has gotten Aeron out of many nasty situations. In his werewolf form, he has silvery-blue fur covering his body and walks with a haunch. His hands turn into four taloned claws and the same with his feet. Face that of a wolf’s, but with a much larger and broader skull, the lower jaw bone a lot thicker. Aeron also has a long fury silvery-blue tail that is unusually long for a werewolf as it can almost wrap around one side of his body. Aeron’s muscles also increase vastly in size when he changes his strength increasing past that of an average human's, but at the same hindering his body's flexibility and movement making the Werewolf's movements slower and more predictable. History: When Aeron was growing up he had a normal childhood, grew up making friends around where he lived, got into some small fights, but was mainly liked by most. He even had his first love at the age of 16. It was all a relatively average life he had stayed with his first girlfriend for 3 years and was going to offer her his hand in marriage, but then everything seemed to turn sour. Thinking back to his past everything seems to be a perfect dream to Aeron, it was on the very night he was to propose that a group of thugs confronted the couple, holding them at knifepoint for all their money. Aeron has refused to give them what they wanted, changing into his werewolf form with the moon. He managed to kill most of the attackers, but as he had turned on the second his soon to be wife had tried to stop him. Aeron slashed at her throat, killing her in one swift and deadly blow as if she were nothing more than a pest in his way. Ever since Aeron has taken to alcohol to stop the thoughts tormenting him, he even ended up falling so low as to join the same type of crooks that lead to the accident. He now works for a group of cutthroats, earning enough money to drink him into unconsciousness every night. Recently His ‘group’ has found a new target in their malicious schemes, they now plan, with Aeron as their right-hand man, to try and reach Saloria, so that they might create a world where they are kings.
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Post by Rekona on Jul 17, 2007 23:39:41 GMT -5
For Dreams of Saloria~ Name: Kaine Runn Race: Elf Age: 21 Height: 6'4 Weapon: Bow & arrow Hair: Black and unevenly cut, tied back into a shoulder-blade length ponytail. Eyes: Green and almond shaped Kaine wears clothes that are practical, style not being a major concern since he's, of course, "handsome enough to make anything look good." He boasts clothwear almost exclusively, opting for stealth at the expense of hardiness. He wears a fine, soft leather glove on his right hand, which he uses to draw his bow and a hard reinforced leather stabilizer on the left wrist to keep his hand steady while aiming. Kaine lives by the age old motto of 'wine, women, and song.' He's a connoisseur of all things alcohol, ranging from the most tasteful cognac to the most rudimentary moonshine. However he dares not drink to intoxication because when drunk he turns into the grown equivalent of a blubbering 6 year old girl that just had her doll stolen. It has yet to be proven whether he is a hopeless romantic or romantically hopeless. An insufferable flirt, its almost impossible to tell if he's genuinely interested in the ceaseless numbers of women he tries to smooth talk or if he's simply become a creature of habit. Despite his crude habits, he's actually a rather fine pianist and amiable whittler. Though laid-back and loud-mouthed generally, when under pressure there are few more reliable than the raven-haired archer. His weapons are all hand made with the knife at his side (which is so blunted by crafting its of little use as a weapon). Given a week and ample supply of wood and stone, he could craft hunting tools to last himself a month (given his shot doesn't become miserably off). He knows only as much of the goddess as was passed down from the bedtime stories his parents told and the sermons at his local temple even though he usually slept through both. He's a wanderer, at least for now. He had a bit of a mishap with trying to seduce the wife of the village leader at his last residence and was promptly exiled from the proximity. Kaine also has an affinity for apples to a disturbing extent. He will fight you for the fruit.
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Lyra
Knight
Negawakuba.......
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Post by Lyra on Jul 18, 2007 19:14:01 GMT -5
For: Dreams of Saloria
Name: Isra Race: Pheonix Age: 20 Height: 5' 5" Weapon: Fire whip, drawn from her own energy {carries normal whip, then evelops it with fire} Hair: Red, long, usually worn down. Eyes: slanted at the edges, golden-brown.
Isra is typically calm and collected, though she has quite the temper. A loner at heart, she truly had no desire to help protect Saloria in any shape, form, or fashion. But her parents, who were both guards in their prime, attempted to instill within her a sense of duty to the goddess, and so she secretly wants to serve her.
Isra's main form is that of a human, but when in her Phoenix form, she can still continue to have human thoughts and emotions, though if she allows herself to stay in this form too long, she will feel the etreme need to fly away from her life and just live freely as an animal. These thoughts of insecurity frighten her, and she tends not to use this form often.
She can manipulate fire it is nearby (such as a candle or a torch) to adhere to her will, growing in size or changing in shape, {ex. if there was a lit torch nearby, she could command the fire to envelop a person/object} though the only fire she can manufacture herself is the whip. In other words, with the exception of the fire that forms around her whip, she can not make fire appear out of nowhere. She has fair stamina, but can not last too long in fight near water. It does not hurt her, but causes her to feel drained.
Isra wears a short tan skirt with white pants underneath, and a tight, tan sleeveless shirt with a white, long sleeved undershirt cut above her abdomen. She wears black, short heeled boots that read her knees, and a black choker.
Her phoenix form is a giant orange, yellow, and red flaming bird, with a ten foot wingspan. She can not speak in human tounge when in this form, making it difficult to fight in a group. Her stamina increases when in this form, and she uses her talons and sharp beak to tear at opponents.
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Post by ev1lpoptart on Jul 18, 2007 20:11:33 GMT -5
Dreams of Saloria
Name: Pritchard Salumnae Race: Elf Age: 199 Height: 5'1" Weight: 113 lbs. hair: Blonde Eyes: right blue, left silver (mechanical)
Physical Appearance: Pritchard is fairly muscular, handsome, and has very defined features. His skin is free of scar, and his hair comes down to the middle of his back. He usually has it in a pony tail. He wears brown, worn leather armor with a green cloaked cape. His left eye is mechanical, an attempt at a mutilation that was deemed a failure.
Personality: Pritchard doesn't talk much, but when he does it is always meaningful. He is quick to think, but wise when making decisions. He is solemn and rather introspective. He rarely jokes although he does have a sense of humor.
History: Pritchard Salumnae descends from a long line of protectors of Saloria. His great grandfather was the first generation of protector in his family, and every male since then has served reverently and dutifully. He is revered as one of the stronger protectors, and has dedicated his life to it completely.
Abilities/Weapons: Pritchard wields twin elven blades, curved slightly for optimal slashing damage. These blades have been imbued with the ability to make a shield for himself against certain types of direct magic. Of course, not to be caught unaware, Pritchard also wields the power of combat magic, although he uses it rarely; he isn't especially fond of magics after seeing how the Mages have perverted its use to meet their own evil ends.
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Post by Airkshil on Jul 18, 2007 20:37:11 GMT -5
For: Dreams of Saloria
Name: Iro (ee-ROW) Race: Human Age: 17 Height: 5'4" Weight: 110 lbs Hair: Long black hair, usually draped over his face giving the impression that he's slouching. Body type: Skinny. Looks built for speed. Preferred weapon: slim curved sword usually concealed under a cloak.
Iro is usually calm and withdrawn from the people around him, feeling isolated from them. He believes that words are important and should only be used when you have something important to say.
Iro usually wears black traveling clothes covered by a black cloak. Being small for his age and slim for his size, bigger people tend to look down at him (literally). He's always tried to make up for his lack of strength with speed and skill.
His parents always believed that Saloria was a true goddess and tried to raise Iro to be the same. Despite their attempts, or perhaps because of them, Iro rejected their beliefs and set out in a quest to find his own. He claims that there isn't enough evidence to decide either way and until he finds that proof he has decided to ignore it altogether.
Since he left home, Iro has been making his way as a mercenary, taking sporadic breaks long enough only to switch employers. Though he usually needs money more than he admits to himself he always refuses jobs he believes to be immoral or wrong.
Iro has considerable skill with his sword even though he considers it a failure on his part if he needs to use them. The only armor he ever wears is small enough to allow the comfort of free mobility. The only magic he knows is enough to make light to see by.
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Post by Swift on Jul 18, 2007 22:21:17 GMT -5
Name: Aueron Lastinar Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Human Alignment: Lawful Neutral Class: Swordsman Appearance: Hair: Very dark brown, seems black. Eyes: Emerald Green Skin: White/Tan Height: 5’7” Weight: About 117lbs --- ‘Pony-tail’ Holder: Silver Cloak: Forest-green with a dark-green boarder Sheath: Simple metal with a thin leather coating on the outside; mostly light tan with darker-tan stitches. Sheath’s Strap: Same light tan as the sheath with silver buckle with embossed designs. Tunic: Forest green with under-tucking and stitched trimmings. Shirt underneath Tunic: Grey Belt: Medium-brown with large brass buckle. --- Pants: Faded/worn white Boots: Dark brown collar and wrapping, black base and soles --- Shield: Dark blue (shaded areas) and silver (un-shaded) Sword: Medium-brown, sturdy wood hilt with thin black-leather wrapping as a grip. Blade is steel with embossed carvings and designs Personality: Drifting and Quiet. Ever since he was little, Aueron was never the kind of person to start conversations, and was usually the first to drop out of them. He generally preferred to be alone and always attempted to do things on his own rather that seek help from others. He seeks after many personal and deep questions and tends to keep his own worries to himself, no matter how overwhelming they might be for him. Aueron finds himself left in the shadows often, and it’s not that he enjoys being alone, it’s more or less because he doesn’t care about pulling himself out of them when there are ‘more important’ things to focus on. Though he seems cold and anti-social, Aueron has a strong will and a sense of protecting those he cares about, as well as a righteous sense in morals. While it is rare, he still does smile and deeply enjoys small things of natural beauty; he often takes to sketching or painting objects from nature when time allows and art supplies are findable. When in times of seriousness, Aueron seems to have an unbreakable, cold stare and he speaks even less with the tone of a scolding sibling. Utter rage doesn’t usually overcome him, but it seems that he releases a lot of stress and sorrow in his words and actions when he is confronted. However, he never looses sight of what is right, and what is wrong when tension arises—and as always, when the action dies down once more, he simply moves on like it was just another coming part of life. Story: While Aueron was growing up in his town located in a peaceful plain, Aueron took into practicing swordsmanship with a trainer who had conveniently moved into town when he was twelve to add onto his growing skill with taming and riding horses (as his parents owned a ranch as their main source of income) with the intent on leaving home when he was older to seek out his own mysteries. Over the years, he became a decent ranch-hand as well as a swordsman because of his sole dedication to both skills, hoping to soon use them for his real intentions when he became of an older, more robust age. Aueron truly wanted to discover who he really was, he wanted to see what was beyond the point his parents wouldn’t let him cross, he wanted to quell the feeling inside his heart that burned for a true purpose in his existence. Aueron knew his journey would be a lone one, even though there were so many people living together with him. Every day just seemed to be relatively the same to him, even though the world constantly changes. But while he is usually quiet and alone, he still knows his own dutiful morals and sometimes stops to help with little tasks, but quickly moves on afterwards, wanting so desperately to solve his own mysteries and fill the empty hole in his lonely heart. His travels had brought him across many countless wonders and lone memories that were etched into his mind—but never has he lingered for too long, leaving behind the security of his home and his family with a strong hope that all his questions would be answered some day.
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Post by bladeneo on Jul 19, 2007 20:48:42 GMT -5
For "Beginnings of the New Realm"
Name: Deus Race: Hybrid (Elf/Human) Gender: Male Age: 35 History: After living a relatively normal childhood amongst his parents, Deus abruptly left his village a full decade before the human mages began their relentless sweep of Leonis, seeking to further his knowledge of the world outside the confines of his village. While remaining virtually in solitude, Deus found himself content with meditation and training, aiming to become as proficient as possible in a number of weapons. Soon after the rise of Demitrius to power, Deus felt his skills would be best suited to serving the mages. Whilst traveling toward one of the many cities now under the control of the mages, Deus stumbled across a small skirmish between the forces of Demitrius who had encountered a small band of elven scouts. Deus could see the elves had superior numbers and saw this as a perfect opportunity to have his talents recognized. Needless to say, he disposed of the remaining elves while barely breaking a sweat; This apparently was enough for the mages who welcomed Deus into their army.
Personality: A quiet, determined individual; Deus rarely burdens himself with the minor issues surrounding his job. He carries out his orders in a obedient fashion purely for the enjoyment of fighting and pushing himself to the limit. Unfortunately Deus has yet to find an opponent who actually challenged the hybrid in terms of ability, but nonetheless he continues to search for this ever elusive foe.
Weapons: Deus entrusts his entire life to three simple weapons. A hand-crafted bow, with a seemingly unlimited supply of arrows as Deus effortlessly carves more after each battle. Secondly, he carries a simple dagger in the sleeve of his robe for a swift kill. Lastly, Deus carries a short sword around his waist in a pure red sheath, in stark contrast to its black blade.
Appearance: Rather than conform to standard regulations of a black robe, Deus finds himself much more comfortable in his crimson red robe; while this makes him a target on the battlefield the hybrid sees it more as a simple, something that his enemies will come to fear. While his identity can remain anonymous, the robe remains a symbol of the character and his ability.
Other: While Deus prefers the satisfaction of a ‘personal’ kill with his own weaponry, he is in fact well trained in more advanced battle magic. He also has limited healing knowledge; but nowhere near powerful enough to completely heal fatal wounds.
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Post by Caelen on Jul 22, 2007 2:23:15 GMT -5
For: Psychosis
Gaia Human Female 15 years old
Gaia stands 5'6" tall and is very thin. If doctors were still around she'd be called anorexic. She has poor health, and is often sick. Her frail frame doesn't seem to be able to handle much before she has to rest. Her long and vibrant blue hair and clear sky blue eyes seem to be a complete mismatch with her physical weakness. Her skin is very pale but has green and brown undertones. A casual glance would make someone think she was about to faint. This appearance is not entirely truthful, however.
Gaia is exceptionally strong with magic, and she is capable of releasing nearly every force of nature known to human kind. She doesn't know very many spells from each element, but she has mastered the art of augmentation. By adding a few lines to the invocation, she can amplify the power of any spell she knows. The only problem is that she doesn't actually know that she knows these spells. Certain things seem to trigger the release of the invocations, but she never remembers using them. She thinks she is just a normal, albeit frail, human girl.
Gaia was raised by two men who both had substantial magical power. One was half angel, the other was half demon, and both were half human. Normally such mixes didn't have much power, but these two both had the point and shoot powers of their mythical race coupled with the versatility of their human race. While Gaia was still young, the two men, Amir and Lasan, trained her in magic. When Gaia turned 12, however, something happened. At the training grounds, Gaia, Amir, and Lasan were attacked by a band of demons. Gaia was able to escape, but she doesn't know what happened to Amir or Lasan. All she remembers from that day is that she couldn't help fight off the demons because her magic wouldn't work. Since then she has forgotten all the invocations she knew, or at least she thinks they're forgotten. The invocations that Amir and Lasan had taught her are still in her mind, but they are buried under layers of subconscious mental blocks.
Gaia recovered a few items of Amir's and Lasan's when it became apparent they weren't going to return anytime soon. She always keeps Amir's vest (thought it's much too big for her) and Lasan's dagger (though it's more like a small sword for her) on her at all times.
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Post by keavah on Jul 26, 2007 21:37:39 GMT -5
Dorm 13 Name: Keavah le Fay Age: By all means she looks the part of a regular human 18 year old, just ready for college. In truth she has frolicked through more Samhains and Imbolcs than mortals could deem possible. Race: half faerie, half human Appearance: ((I'll add a picture when I finish it))
As her name says, she is a descendant of the great faerie queen Morgana le Fay. Her complexion, as the rest of her father's relatives, is moonshine. She has her father's storm blue eyes, but she always wished to have been born with her mother's-a curious shade of All-Knowing. Her Body structure was tragically human in it's height of 5'7" and weight distribution, much more than the 40 lbs of the heaviest faerie, her aunt, the Apple Queen-though embarrassingly enough, all the extra weight was from her enviously large bosom. Keavah's own chest was pathetic in it's capacity. At least she had her hands to be proud of. They were long and slender like Grandma le Fay's and her claws were just as sharp as her mother's, Leanan Sidhe. Her hair was the dull red in which humans described as vibrant. Ignorant fools.
Personality wise, Keavah is very much the human she must pretend to be in everyday life. Inheriting her Grandma le Fay's powers of deception made this painfully easy. In her home life she pretends to be a faerie to fit in with her mystical peers that reside under the hills-the entrance to such a place was in the basement. Though she is not proud of her altogether human qualities, her pride forces to undergo the humiliation from these mythical beings. It was only through sheer luck that this very quality helped her find friends in the Faerie Godmother-godmother to all fay and pixies and wood dwellers but the halflings such as her-and a troublesome little prankster by the name of Indi, the third cousin to the infamous and narcissistic Puck. Unfortunately, in her need to prove she was truly a worthy faerie and deceiving the humans she could never truly find herself.
Where her powers are concerned, Keavah would have to say a the abilities that the everyday faeries posses she does not. The only of these that she does have is the power of flight, but even that is forbidden from her because of her human bone structure. She did, however, gain the Queen's power to change her appearance-much longer than any normal changeling-those who had been returned to the worlds beneath mortal feet (for the changelings who remain top side with their hoodwinked parents she could not say). Her powers of healing were second only to the dark Queen grandma le Fay herself, though the healers in the mists. Every once in a while she would also exhibit the enchanting powers of her mother, the Faerie muse. It is a dangerous power and for once Keavah is greatful for this lag in magic, because it is this sole gift her mother granted upon her father when she wed him and bore his child-the power of creativity-that he died. This burning inspiration and need to express it led him to kill himself. For the longest time Keavah hated him for leaving her and hated her mother for killing him. In a last ditch attempt to be rid of all her family drama she enrolled in a boarding school to get away from it all. Just her luck that she got shoved into Dorm 13. So much for fitting in.
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