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Age: somewhere around 575 human years-looks about 16 yrs old Gender: Female Occupation: Swordsmith/Assassin/Thief/Spy/Rogue Species: Half Vampire/Half Dark Elf Height: 5'4" Weight: 120 pounds soaking wet Hair Color: Dark Brown with Blueish Tinting Hair Style: Mostly tied back into a long ponytail or braid, hardly left down but when it is it reaches down to her waist Eyes: normally Dark Red almost black, they turn a bright pink when she's excited or just after she's drunk some blood, they also turn a pale red when she's tired or completely relaxed Wearing: Special magically enhanced Dark Elf cloak w/ a large hood that conceals most of her face and can make her invisible to anyone non-Elf, traditional Dark Elf garb-black tunic and trousers with a black leather belt and black boots that are magically enhanced to make no sound when Dark Elves wear them Weapon: Vampire fangs Uses: self explanatory Weapon: wooden/metal Nunchaku Uses: close range hand-to-hand fighting Weapon: Crossbow Features: Shoots poison bolts Uses: long range assassin work Material: A special material known only to Dark Elves Special: Is extremely lightweight, burns anyone who touches it (unless they're a Dark Elf or part Dark Elf) Build: Thinly built, most of her weight is muscle, short compared to most Elves Strength: Medium Special Powers: Immortality, levitation, telepathy, can run really fast, can fall great distances without being critically injured, has an extreme level of endurance, her hearing and sight is far greater than humans, innate magic abilities, can cast a globe of darkness whenever she wishes, can sense magic/spells before, during and slightly after their use, can heal herself Weakness: Is weaker in sunlight than most normal people, is of smaller build than normal Elves Immunities: Magic/spell resistance especially anything related to darkness, crosses, wooden stakes, holy water, silver, and garlic Personality: Keeps to herself mostly but doesn't mind having a conversation or two with someone, she tends to think that everyone is out to take advantage of her in one way or another, she's blunt and tells things like she sees them, underneath her cold exterior she actually has a heart she just doesn't let anyone see that because she's been treated badly and taken for granted too many times, she's an extremely experienced fighter/warrior and doesn't hesitate to use force towards people who need it Likes: Darkness, being left alone Hates: Sunlight, people who talk to much or attempt to push her to do something, bounty hunters, mercenaries, the Emperor's Soldiers
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Name: Carmein (Mei) Race: Unknown Alignment: Her own ends, but for our purposes she’s evil. Age: unknown. Looks anywhere from 17-20, but is much older. Height: about 5?1? sorry metric people Weight: 110 ditto metric people Description: Violet eyes and long, gently curling strawberry blond hair. She has a very curvy figure with a tiny waist and wide hips. She wears a white noblewoman’s dress (full skirt, ribbon clinching it in under the breast, scoop neck that doesn’t reveal too much, long sleeves that bell at the end) trimmed in pink. Personality: childish. Spoiled and ruthless and at least slightly mad. Occupation: currently? She's just living for herself as a newlywed to Ayden. Weapons: are beneath her, but she herself is pretty much one. Abilities: Everything a noblewoman should be able to do. Special Abilities: Immunity to poisons and the bite of vampires or lycans. Night vision, summon light, Gift of Tongues, and immortality to natural causes, meaning she can be murdered but only in a specific way. It would be easier to incapacitate her forever than kill her. Energy blasts, siren song, necromancy. Weakness: easily distracted by shiny things and kitties Other: Carmein is Arette’s twin sister. After their separation when their mother was killed, Carmein was brought in on their people’s plan to take over the world, and has been searching for her estranged sister to bring her into the fold ever since. ----------------------------------------- Name: Alagan Indivar Race: chevalier, former Gypsy Alignment: evil Age: unknown, looks early 20’s Height: about 6’ Description: classically handsome with dusky complexion and glossy black hair at middling length. Favors black formal clothing, the exact opposite as before he became Camrein’s chevalier. Deep, dark brown eyes with long eyelashes many girls (including the author) would kill for. Personality: Introspective, very self-assured. Usually courteous, but occasionally has a scathing sense of humor. Occupation: Protecting and serving Carmein Weapons: rune-inscribed broadsword, numerous daggers, poisons Abilities: weapons skill, trustworthiness, charm, limited foresight Special Abilities: Poisoned kiss, speed, black wings, allure, Gypsy magic Weakness: His past, before he was Camrein’s chevalier, when he was good, Joss Other: After growing up as a member of a gypsy clan, Alagan was sent away for an apprenticeship under a Moonlighter mage. He was found there by Carmein while she was searching for Arette. He ended up getting fatally wounded in the battle, but Carmein took a liking to how he looked, and resurrected him as her chevalier. He is now soulbound to her and living with her and Ayden. He is lifebonded to Joss.
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Race: Demon Alignment: Balance Age: 220 years old...looks 24 Appearance: 6'1", wavy black hair with single blonde streak in the front on the right side. Eyes are light brown in color. Personality: tries to ignore his heritage as much as possible. Usually goes with the flow of things, sometimes making him rather impulsive. Believes that the war between good and evil is necessary for now, though he hopes that balance will eventually settle everywhere to make things more peaceful. Only kills if necessary. Occupation: Protector, of sorts. He delivers messages when needed and protects those that are in potential danger, especially if they are important in maintaining balance. Weapons: bow and arrow, with which he is a deadly shot. Has a demon blade that looks almost exactly like the one Josselyn carries. Abilities: Shimmering - form of teleportation, fire balls/energy balls - can throw balls of fire or energy from hands - Astral Projection/Trapping/Possession - can astral project anywhere, trap other's astral forms in the astral plane, and possess other's bodies by using astral projection Strengths: Master of Astral abilities, protective, strong will Weaknesses: Issues of what he is and those he's related to, especially when it comes to his ruthless baby sister
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Race: Halfling Age: ~70s years ((Out of average about 200)) Hair: Shoulder-length, natural dark green Eyes: Hazel Class/Occupation: Beast Master/Tamer Personality: Usually not a very social person, rather keeps to himself and his animals. If someone wanted to speak to him, he will talk, but cannot promise to be of much entertainment. He is kind to people who are kind to him, but if he is angry or upset, his animal companions will know and will attack or do something about the cause of the emotion change. In combat, he does not run, rather he enjoys a good fight. As do his companions. Appearance: He is a thin halfling with non-hairy feet and a Guy Fawkes-like goatee. He wears a navy blue travelling cloak over a woolen, brigandine armor. Under the brigandine vest he wears a plain gray tunic with black breeches. Background: Early in Erus's life he discovered he had a high innate ability to empathize and commune with animals. He was the only one in his village that could, but everyone had their own abilities. A few could wield magic wonderfully by chanting spells, others by hand gestures, and few with innate speed or reflexes increased. However, none of them had anything as powerful as Erus could have. He could will a large black bear into submission with a simple thought, and in his homelands, bears have high a resistance to magic. After years of perfecting his ability, he can gather a large army of animals, gathering some weaker animals from miles away. He can will any average animal (even dire) rather easily with thought, but anything such as PF's Demonic Mouse would require a battle of willpower, in which he has moderately high. Current Animal Companions in his command: 1 Capuchin Monkey (on his shoulder); Chin-Chin 2 Chinchillas, one black one gray hide, he likes to use as reconnaissances over land and tunnels; Shadow and Smokey, respectively 1 White Owl; Homer 1 Brown Falcon; Raptor 2 Ponies both brown-hide(1 mount 1 beast of burden); Efome beast-of-burden, and Trohan, the mount. A 1-year-old puma cub which he sometimes carries in his arms. It is a male cub with mostly silvery-grey hide and faintly-spotted black, and the spots are fading as it ages. He is roughly 2 feet long; Colt Equipment: A small pack in which he has his male chinchilla in, while the female is with the othe ranimals in th epack on the pack-pony. In his pack he has random essentials for road travelling, and a small hunting crossbow. Over his right hip is his rapier, a rather plain steel-made one. Special Ablities: His raised willpower and ability to command animals at will. With controlling/communing with animals, he could also copy and use their primary attributes, though takes quite the willpower. For example, he could take the speed and reflexes of a cat, or the senses of one, but he would need to truly concentrate on it. Though, if there are say ten cats around him, he is able to increase his reflexes and speed much easier, as he is copying little from each one. Alos, he is decent enough with his rapier to survive against an above average fighter, but with his endurance he could outlast just about any fighter who wears himself out. Weaknesses: Magic, Higher willpower controlling spirits, and melee fighters who could get past/ignore his few pain-inflicing animals and get inside his defenses.
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Age: roughly 100 years old, but looks about 17-18. Gender: Male Occupation: Soldier, Spy Race: Vampiric Deiflin Height: 5'11" Weight: 150, just about all muscle Hair: A thin, about 1-1/2 inch wide mohawk, all the way, and about 1 inch tall. Hair color: a very light brown Eye color: a very dark, yet full of luster blue. Personality: A lot like his father in the way of his love for fighting. But with women, he isn't quite the best, and also isn't always the friendliest of people, especially to strangers. However, if he truly cares about something, he will certainly defend it to the best of his capabilities. Equipment: He has a full suit of chain and scale mail armor, all alchemical silver. However, he only wears it while on the job for the security company. Otherwise, he generally wears full suit of leather armor. Currently though he is wearing brown trousers with a white tunic, under his dark brown cloak. Weapon: Vampiric Fangs Weapon: A rather exotic work of creativity. A round device with a coil of chain around it, and a blade sticking out to the side, along with a handle which it can rotate on. The chain connects the device to a rather average sized kama, but with fine etchings and carvings in it. The main use of it is launching the kama at a target, and then retracting it with the coil. Alternatively, the coiling device can also be thrown, and it will spin through the air, making it just as useful of a weapon. Other weapons: Several daggers of varying lengths and blade shapes. Special: Levitation, wings, immortality, telepathy, quick speed, safe falling from some high distances, some magical resistance, summoning globes of darkness, regeneration, and far superior chances compared to humans. Weaknesses: some sunlight and superior fighters/mages, but that's awfully rare. -- Pet: A dragon with torso, neck, and head the size of a horse, and hind legs slightly taller than a horse's, but much stronger. The front legs are nearly as tall, but just about as strong, and have more claw and hand-like ends, rather than paws like the hind legs. Wingspan: about 25 feet, of thick and bony wings. Scale color is a rather dark green, and the tail is nearly as long as the rest of the body, with spine all along its back and to the end of the tail, and with a much longer spike, in which it can be sent forth as a weapon all the way around the body. -- Adoptive Son: Name: Merrick Age: 3 years old Weight: 35 pounds Height: 3 feet, 5 inches Race: Deiflin; which is part demon, part drow. Appearance: Stark white hair reaching to his shoulders, with bright blue eyes and ebon-hued skin. Clothing: a dark red tunic reaching near his knees with baggy black pants, both pieces belonging to Amryo.
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Age: 22 years old Gender: Female Occupation: hunter Race: Half pixie-half human Height: 1.70 metres Weight: 88 pounds Hair: dark brown, cut to about 4 inches Eye colour: dark blue-green Personality: sarcastic and loud, likes meeting people Equipment: She's an archer so all she uses is a bow and arrows, along with a dagger. Special: Pixies have healing powers so she heals quickly from injuries. Weaknesses: Guys, cute animals
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GENDER: Male RACE:Half Drow AGE:48 OCCUPATION:Trader, Thief, Courier, Prize fighter (really, whatever pays best, but mainly a thief) APPEARANCE:Lithe & sleek, but still strong. while Xaul's appearence is normal for a drow, he keeps his hair dyed black, so he does not stand out in the dark HEIGHT: 6' OBJECTS IN POSSESSION:many knives, throwing and not, retractable bo staff, thief tools, Twin Katars (favored weapons) NOTABLE SKILLS:having lived as a roof-runner for most of his life, Xaul is extremly agile and almost never slips, trips, or falls. BIO: having grown up as an orphan, Xaul is a fierce hand to hand fighter and trusts no one. fiercly loyal, Xaul never trusts anyone lightly, but will work with any of the races, as he grew up with orphans from all of the races on the back streets. A skilled fighter and better thief, Xaul's main purpose in life is to get revenge upon the rich of the world who ignored him and his friends in his youth. He still has a strong sense of honor, however, and tries to do the right thing (as he sees it). Quiet and contemplating, Xaul almost always observes the situation first and plans his actions. OTHER:FOR HIRE by anyone and anything (even other players!), for anything.
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Name: Tom Race: cat Allignment: Balance Age, Hieght, and Weight: NA. Appearance: Short haired house-cat with orangish-cream fur and brown-tan ears and paws. Green eyes. Skills: shedding? sarcasm? Other: An alchoholic. Whoever buys him drinks is his best friend. So usually, he hangs out with Joss.
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Age: unknown exactly-looks to be somewhere between 15 and 20 Sex: Female Occupation: Assassin/Thief/Spy/Rogue/Mercenary Species: Half Vampire/Half Dark Elf Height: 5 foot even Weight: 110 pounds soaking wet Hair Color: Black Hair Style: Most times it's tied back in a loose ponytail, but sometimes she'll let it down and it reaches her waist. Eyes: normally a deep sapphire, they turn a brilliant electric blue when she's excited or just after she's drunk some blood, they also turn a pale blueish-purple when she's tired or completely relaxed Wearing: Special magically enhanced Dark Elf cloak w/ a large hood that conceals most of her face and can make her invisible to anyone non-Elf, black corset that shows off her ample cleavage and loose trousers with a black leather belt and black boots that are magically enhanced to make no sound when Weapon: Vampire fangs Uses: self explanatory Weapon: Light-weight magical sabre of sorts that she picked up off of one of the many guys she's slept with Uses: She's not sure exactly, as she just got it recently Weapon: Crossbow Features: Shoots poison bolts Uses: long range assassin work Material: A special material known only to Dark Elves Special: Is extremely lightweight, burns anyone who touches it (unless they're a Dark Elf or part Dark Elf) Build: Thinly built, most of her weight is muscle, short compared to most Elves Strength: Medium Special Powers: Immortality, levitation, telepathy, can run really fast, can fall great distances without being critically injured, has an extreme level of endurance, her hearing and sight is far greater than humans, innate magic abilities, can cast a globe of darkness whenever she wishes, can sense magic/spells before, during and slightly after their use, can heal herself Weakness: Is weaker in sunlight than most normal people, is of smaller build than normal Elves, can only be killed if she's wounded enough and isn't given the time to heal herself. If she gets stabbed by something and whoever stabbed her leaves the weapon in her, then she'll die. But, if they take it out, then she can heal herself. And obviously, if she gets a limb or her head chopped off or any vital organs ripped out, then she'll die. (or nearly die, depending on the limb or organ) Immunities: Magic/spell resistance especially anything related to darkness, crosses, wooden stakes, holy water, silver and garlic Personality: Keeps to herself mostly but doesn't mind having a conversation or two with someone, she will do anything to get information or money whether it be sleeping with the mayor's son(or the mayor himself) or torturing them, she's blunt and tells things like she sees them, underneath her cold exterior she actually has a heart she just doesn't let anyone see that because she doesn't want to have any ties to anyone, she's an extremely experienced fighter/warrior and doesn't hesitate to use force towards people who need it Likes: Darkness, being left alone(unless she can be left alone with a man) Hates: Sunlight, people who talk to much or attempt to push her to do something
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Name: Monique Race: unknown Alignment: evil Age: ? Looks about 17-20 Height: about 5’5” Weight: about 125 Physical Description: Dark hair that appears black but turns a deep red in the sunlight swept up in a bun and ponytail arrangement with two daggers thrust through the top. Smoldering violet eyes behind thick, dark lashes above pouty lips. Slender and lithe, Monique wears a blood-red top made completely out of lace under a red brocaded black corset that goes from halfway down her hips to stopping just over her breasts. She wears loose black silk trousers tucked into knee-high leather boots. Personality: saucy, mean, and ambitious Occupation: fratricide Weapons: katana, numerous daggers, poison, bare hands, and barbed tongue Fighting Style: kill ‘em quick and get it over with. Or torture. Torture’s always an option. Abilities: sarcasm, natural in combat, acting Special Abilities: Knowing, speed, mindspeech, immunity to poisons and the bite of vamps or weres, absorbing a person’s memories with a kiss. Necromancy, siren song. Weaknesses: anger Other: Arette and Carmein’s cousin, who wants to be queen. She never worried about either of her cousins’ place in the hierarchy before, as Carmein is loony and Arette wanted nothing to do with anyone of her people. Then she learned of Arette’s pregnancy. Name: Tempire Race: unknown Alignment: evil Age: ? Looks about 27 Height: really tall Weight: ? Physical Description: Large and muscular, with a handsome face under tightly curling black hair. He has several tribal tattoos etched into his dark skin. Usually wears a loose sleeveless tunic under an open brown leather vest and loose red pants and bare feet. Personality: *grunt* Occupation: Monique’s chevalier Weapons: arm muscles the size of some people’s waist, four-foot long broadsword slung across his back Fighting Style: Hulk smash. Just kidding. Actually, he’s surprisingly spry for his size. Quick on his feet and strong as an ox. Abilities: extremely perceptive, if he can be forgiven for his conversational abilities being about nil. Special Abilities: Those of a chevalier Weaknesses: Monique. Oh, and Carmein, who he has a thing for. She of course is oblivious and thinks he is just about the most boring thing to hit any race since the textbook. Other: Don’t make Hulk mad. Name: Senaly (Aly) Race: Unknown Alignment: good Age: ? looks about 17-20 Height: 5’5” Weight: 125 Physical Description: Dark hair that appears black but turns a deep red in the sunlight let loose down her back, falling to about the end of her shoulder blades. Aly has deep violet eyes and a pretty figure. She prefers more conservative clothing, long sleeves and full skirts, usually in an emerald green over brown fur-lined boots and matching cloak. Personality: Aly desperately wants to right some of the wrong her family has done over the generations, but doesn’t know how to go about it. So, distressed most of the time. She loves animals and small children, as she sees them as the only true good in the world. Occupation: stopping her crazy psychopathic sister while simultaneously staying out of her way. Her twin is not above killing her. Weapons: none Fighting Style: none Abilities: Everything a lady should be able to do, plus she has a natural talent with both children an animals. Special Abilities: Sensing others of her race, speed, necromancy, siren song, mindspeach, and the rare ability to undo the necromancy of other queens if she chooses. She also has a protective amulet that shields her from attack, both magical and physical, that she can extend up to six feet on either side of her. Weaknesses: she can’t fight and she doesn’t want to, but will do anything to protect those she sees as innocent. Other: she has never taken a chevalier, and is in love with her cousin Arette. Yeah, I went there.
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Race: Pretty much unknown...she is actually one of a small group of Elemental beings known as the Neitaerans. Believed to be/ passes for human, meaning most can't tell that she is anything out of the ordinary. Alignment: Good-ish Age: 22 Height: 5'5" Weight: not overweight and not anorexic. Physical description: Wavy brown hair with a few red streaks scattered at random. Her eyes are a green-gray-blue blend and tend to change color with her mood. Anya wears a flowing emerald green skirt, brown boots, a sapphire blue top and a there is a red sash tied around her waist. Personality: Sometimes light and airy, at other times she can be fiery and passionate. Still at other times she is carefree and just goes with the flow, but on occassion she is stubborn and unmoving. Occupation: Wanderer of sorts. Her people tossed her out when she showed signs of being different. Weapons: None that anyone can see though she can protect herself, despite looking innocent. Abilities: Elementalist...can't really control her powers especially well. For the most part they are tied to her emotions. Strengths: Determined to find a place in the world, stubborn, innocent looking which often makes people underestimate her. Weaknesses: Lack of control of emotions at times which causes abilities to go haywire.
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Race: Deiflin, Drow and Demon Alignment: Money or whichever side benefits his friends Age: ~650 years Height: 5'10" Weight: Probably about 140 pounds Physical description: An aged Deiflin with a white goatee and pretty long mane of white hair down to his shoulders. Personality: Generally a calm and quiet mage who just spends time perfecting his art. When he does talk, it usually is comical if it's an okay time for it. One thing he does like though is a good mages' battle, which he doesn't get too often. Occupation: Mage Weapons: His staff and powers General Magic Abilities: Psionics and the arcane magic. He is simply the best of the Deiflins alive, but there have been few better earlier in the timeline. With his psionics he can shove his willpower into someone and take complete control over them, or kill them, if he wanted. Weaknesses: Being unawares, which is uncommon. Any anti-magic weapon that gets close enough to attack him can get through though.
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Name: Donny Race: Human Age: ~31 years old Height: 5'8" Weight: ~165 pounds Hair: short-cropped brown-hair that's about no longer than an inch Eye color: Hazel General Appearance: A well-kept man, and would be attractive by most women's standards, but isn't one to search for dates or anything in the first place. Personality: An intelligent leader and thief, who thinks about every action with his gang, even if his crew isn't quite the sharpest blades of his. Background: Grew up on the streets of a small city near Elarope, and was a prize assassin for the guild lords, until the city guard reformed and eradicated the guilds. Donny took a band of surviving criminals and escaped to the citadel, to start a life of crime in Elarope. Occupation: Expert fighter, gang leader Weapons: Six varying lengths of daggers hidden all across his body, and a moderately-large hammer strapped across his back. Abilities: Heightened senses from training and fighting over the years. Charisma too, I'd say, to be a gang leader. Weaknesses: He's a human with slightly better senses and muscles from fighting. Nothing else. ((As his band is just a mob of criminals moving, and he doesn't know everyone and their abilities, he hasn't organized them with lieutenants and such, so for now there is no one else. If anyone wants a character in the gang, post them today, and whenever I can tomorrow I'll start posting with Donny. [Tomorrow I'll be waking late from staying up late, and going to the Citrus Bowl here in Orlando for a UF Gators game.]))
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Race: Mix...don't ask, she won't tell. Age: 24 Height: 5'3" Weight: 115 lbs. Hair: black hair that falls down to mid-back. Is almost always pulled back in a braid Eye color: honey brown General Appearance: small and toned. Personality: slightly hardened by a life on the streets but still has her soft spots Background: wouldn't you like to know? Occupation: Thief/Mercenary/Gang Member Weapons: a pair of sais in a holster on her lower back. With these she is deathly accurate Abilities: semi-decent at illusion...oh, and has a pair of faery wings that are rarely seen by anybody Strengths: small, flexible, and very acrobatic. Can easily sneak up on people. Loyal, mostly. Weaknesses: will switch sides if the money's good enough
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Race: ...he'll say human but his looks scream Fae... who knows... Skin color: lightly tanned, creamy. Appearance;Attitude: Seb has an aristocratic face, defined cheek bones and fairy-floss pink hair with clear blue eyes. He wears the latest fashionable tunic and breeches, has a gold hoop in one ear and a gold chain around his neck. His fingers are adorned with many glittering rings and he is pick about fashion. Age: says he is 21 when he is really 27 yrs old. Occupation/Role: Fashionista and previous courtesian Description: At the moment, he wears a long-sleeves, silky black shirt with a mauve vest over it. He wears shapely black breeches and matching boots. Notes: Seb is fairly Fae in the way he does things and acts and considers sexuality to be a fluid thing. He considers himself open to all love (bisexual) and is a sucker for tattoos. He is dainty for his height and can be fairly tempremental. Name: Sebastien Locks (Seb) Race: ...he'll say human but his looks scream Fae... who knows... Alignment: Fae... doesn't really have a defineable allignment. Age: Says he is 21 when he is really 27 yrs old. Height: 6'1" Weight: n/a Physical description: Seb has an aristocratic face, defined cheek bones and fairy-floss pink hair with clear blue eyes. He wears the latest fashionable tunic and breeches, has a gold hoop in one ear and a gold chain around his neck. His fingers are adorned with many glittering rings and he is pick about fashion. At the moment, he wears a long-sleeves, silky black shirt with a mauve vest over it. He wears shapely black breeches and matching boots. Personality: Seb is fairly Fae in the way he does things and acts and considers sexuality to be a fluid thing. He considers himself open to all love (bisexual) and is a sucker for tattoos. He is dainty for his height and can be fairly tempremental. HE lives for a good time but generally tends to try and help people. Occupation: Fashionista and previous courtesian. He also makes a good messenger. Weapons: *wiggles eyebrows*... among other things he has various talents... Fighting style: he prefers love not war... though he has ways of defending himself and his sister. Abilities: He can run unusually fast, like his sister and can choose a matching outfit for any person with a single look. Special Abilities: Many... think Fae... Weaknesses: Dark magic... it hurts... also, negative comments towards him. He has a low self-esteem. Other: He can seem gaudy at times but he generally means well! ((Hey, I'm alive and sticking in a new character for fun! :D Enjoy! He's gorgeous babes!))
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Name: Lily Locks Race: human/fae Alignment: ...Fae Age: eighteen Height: 5'4" Weight: n/a Physical description: Lily stands five feet and four inches tall with short, pixie-cut bright red hair and neon purple eyes. She is of a dainty build with fair skin, long fingers and attractive legs. She wears a wrap-around skirt, matching sleeveless top and simple sandals. Personality: She is more impish than her brother and always seems to get into trouble whether she means it or not. She is spontaneous and loud but always tries to bring a smile to someone's face. Occupation: Pick pocket, thief, previous courtesian and many more things. Weapons: small silver knife hidden on her person- though the where-abouts are unknown and certain fae abilities. Fighting style: stealth Abilities: ...Fae magic and knife throwing. She can also run faster than average. Special Abilities: Many that she will never list off... including momentary levitation. Weaknesses: Her spontaneous and flighty nature leaves her prone to trouble and she often says things without thinking. Also, she is suceptible to dark magic. Other: Hmm...
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Race: Human...but of a minority of the humans that is more adaptable to adjusting/becoming other races. Might even be able to pick up magical abilities/traits. Age: 25 Alignment: Doesn't care what happens as long as he's left alone Appearance: mahogany brown hair, deep forest green eyes, 5'10", fit due to lifestyle. wears a pair of simple dark brown pants and a sage green sleeveless top, boots, and a grey hooded cloak. Occupation: A recluse, gardner, and cook. Weapons: Staff, bow...and throwing knives Background: Lived his whole life in the forest outside of Elarope. Had to care for himself since age 15. Spent a lot of his time reading, including a lot of tales on magick and other creatures but he doesn't believe in magick. Home was destroyed by raiders. Sage took everything he could salvage and made his way to Elarope, until he can gather enough supplies to return and re-build his home and go back to his reclusive life.
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This character is the main character of my new story. Name Elsoku Race human (though he's like Aragorn, the only survivor of a long dead race) age 27 Alignment Neutral Weight 135lbs Physical description. Tall, around 6'2 with black hair and brown eyes. He wears a pitch black cloak and hood over leather armor. personality description. His character personality is like Shunsui from Bleach and Kakashi from Naruto. Aloof, and relaxed but serious when the need arises. Occupation Wanderer Weapons a katana on his belt fighting style. quick precise strikes. Abilities. Elsoku and his wolf companion Santen can move with the wind. In otherwords they are incredibly fast. Weaknesses well Elsoku is a sucker for women so he goes easy on them. Also in places where the wind is absent he can not use his speed. Can not use any weapon besides his katana, well he can but he's clumsy. Other: his wolf companion Santen.
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Name: Caliv of Tobaro Age: ~55 years Race: Elven Weight: ~120 pounds Height: 6 feet, 5 inches Basic Appearance: Would be considered attractive to women, with obvious elven features such as angular cheeks and pointed ears. Other than that would seem to be a human. His doesn't looked built like a brute, but can be with enchantments and because of how hardened his muscles really are. Perfected for fighting, as well as weapon crafting. Background: Standard male elven life of Tobaro. Fought in the military for years, became garrison commander at one point before retiring to a life with his family. His son has come of age and now serves in the military, and his wife lives on a farm a few miles down the road of the citadel. Moved here to get away from the militaristic elves. Weapons: Normally just uses the 'Sword of Tobaro', which is an enchanted blade. Never dulls, superbly strong endurance, and if it comes in contact with a blade enchanted with say, flames, it can dissipate that enchantment, and use it against the opposing weapon. It's a longsword, and he has a finely crafted shield which he normally uses with it. Really not much else to say of him. He runs a weapon shop along the Marketplace.
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Name: Eravel Age: 17 Race: Human Height: 5'6" Weight: 113 pounds Weapons: Just one small dagger (a gift from her brother). She prefers not to carry much with her. Physical Appearance: Eravel is stunningly beautiful, but she tries to ignore it. She has medium-long, wavy honey-blonde hair. Her eyes are a gorgeous dark green and piercing, famed by long, thick lashes. She has high cheek bones and a rosy, full mouth. Her build is slender, but not too skinny; "toned" would describe her well. While her clothing is very form fitting and flattering, she prefers to stay cloaked and hooded when at all possible; the dropped jaws of men who catch a glimpse of her beauty embarrass and fluster her. General Personality: She might look delicate, but she packs a punch. She has a temper and she can hold her own in a fight. She sees her beauty as a weakness (unaware of the ways a woman can use her looks to get what she wants) and scorns most of the vain, boy-crazed girls her age. She is, however, fiercely loyal to those that she cares about. Under all of her tough exterior, she's actually a very kind, compassionate person. Her temper just makes that side of her hard to see. Background: Before leaving home, Eravel lived with her grandfather, due to the death of her parents when she was only a baby. Her mother was married once before meeting Eravel's father. As a result of the first marriage, Eravel has two older half-siblings, Vanmoriel, who is nineteen years old, and Thorontur, who is twenty-three. Vanmoriel could, possibly, be considered more beautiful than her sister, but only because she knows how to flaunt what she has. Thorontur and Eravel are very close, and he taught her everything she knows about fighting. Other: She left home looking for something new and exciting. She doesn't particularly care what, as long as it's different. And, she has yet to find a man who is capable of winning her affection.
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Name: Athen Otheryn Age: 22 Race: Three parts goat 'demon' (Or Ath, meaning 'spirit') and one quarter fox. Height: ~175cm Weight: 76kg Weapons: His legs and horns to an extent. Physical Appearance: nice big mop of dull orange hair, dull brown eyes, lanky upper body but well-muscled legs build for jumping and running in long strides. A pair of twisted horns grows on the sides of his head, hiding under them small floppy ears and pale skin with a thin, almost undetectable layer of white fur. In terms of clothing, he wears a loose blue long-sleeved shirt, reaching past his waist and a pair of worn trousers that barely reach past his knees. General Personality: Lazy and grim with a dry sense of humour. Most things you want of him will cost you money... or flowers. Background: He's not a powerful ath. Better than the average spec, for certain, but not that great. Other: His customs as a 'demon' are quite different to humans. I'd suggest you be careful with what you do around him... but it'd be more interesting if I didn't tell you what is an insult and what isn't.... Mkay, yes?
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Age: 20 Race: Precedent Half-Elf (in his land, there is no such thing as cross breeding) Height: 5'8 Weight: 160 lb Weapons: Narflamde'l, his broadsword. It can ignite a hot green flame. Physical Appearance: Dark brown hair that is overgrown to the extent of seeming to have turned that color from never washing; a dirty brown. Since his departure from Tarnusha, his look is older, a growth of some hair into a goatee on his face. His eyes are hazel, with a hidden hint of green in them. If his hair were to be lifted up (whoever, I pray for the man who dares), there would be a band of a tattoo of intertwining black lines that would cross his forehead and disappear behind both sides of his head. He wears clothes that will survive the elements: brown tunic, dark green leggings, elvish-boots from Darindrie'l, a cloak, and a chest-plate of thin mail. He is a swordsman, and can craft almost anything into a weapon, though his only need for one is Narflamde'l, given to him by his mentor Faragorn the wizard. The sword had belonged to his father. General Personality: He's an alright guy to get along with, but quiet since he has left Tarnusha; the fact being that he doesn't trust strangers right away. He has a temper, that is idly guiled, but if struck...well...lest you hope it doesn't get struck. Background: He is from Tarnusha, a land far away from here. And in a story that I wrote when I was young, being the first of many from there on. He had traveled very far as an adolescent; young, brash, not arrogant, but seeking the mystery behind an ancient book. Now, he is powerful; but still aware of the forces we do not control. This is Valkin's second RP, having fought with a good friend of his upon forums elsewhere. His compainion, and friend, named Hsoj, was last seen in the forest of Dim-Rain, the 'wood of shadows', and lost among the deadly quiet trees. Valkin, before going completely mad, was pulled out of there by Jonah, his Magician friend from Tarnusha, who has watched him since he left Tarnusha. Now, Valkin wonders if Hsoj is alive still, crawling in the forest, or dead, among those silent monolithic trees... Other: Valkin does not like being grouped with everyone else. His words are short, and sometimes even harsh, but he tries his best to work with others. When his anger is loosed, a voice overtakes him, and he becomes something else altogether. Not demon, nor beserker...something different altogether. His sword is very extraordinary. Done.
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Name: Inanna Gender: Female Race: Human-part Eariee Age: mid twenties Job/Class: Seid (lone shaman-warrioresque characters who oppose the unearthly entities on behalf of humans) Description: Fair skin and dark, grey eyes with light brown hair cropped to an inch's length. Of lean build and wears a heavy, knee length coat adorned with tailsmen and other trinkets. Is often mistaken for a youth, which is fine by her as in her land, a travelling maid was disgraced. Personality: Seemingly quiet, Inanna has deep felt emotions that are kept on a tight leash. Thus, when overwhelmed and emotionally strained, her passionate outbursts can be quiet destructive. Has an affinity with rain and storms. Despite her seemingly quiet nature, she does revel in the glory of battle. Her symbol is the eight pointed Rosette Star. She is perceptive and withdrawn, can be judgemental towards other, and admires/envies forthrightness. Despite this, she desperately wants to be accepted and loved. Abilities: Is a seasoned traveler, used to traveling on her own. Her 'magic' is known as the 'Source' and is channeled into use by vessels. Inanna favours the staff, for its dualilty as a channeler of Source and as a weapon. Her own is of Ash wood, capped by iron and silver. Weaponry: Based on the Japanese Jo school of staffwork. Whilst the staff provides her with reach and manipulative advantage over the sword, its downfall that its up against a sharp shiny piece of metal. That is why she sometimes fights with an attachable knife on the end. Strengths: She is adept in circle casting, purification and alomancy (divination by salt) and although she only speaks common, she is literate in reading Runes. Although she is primary focused on staffwork, she is also reasonably capable with a sword and knife. Weaknesses: Due to her unknown fathers heritage, she retains peculiar habits. Inanna cannot tell an out right lie, nor can she enter a dwelling without an invitation from someone. She also has a deep dislike of daisies. Brief History: Raised by the man who loved her mother, Inanna was taken under the apprenticeship of Enki after a disaster lead to the death of her friend. Forced to leave, she has traveled under the guidance of her Seid Protector, before striking out on her own personal quest to recall her friend from her entrapment in the nether-world, find out who hwe mother was, why a certain Eariee King wants her dead, and why that pesky eariee Puck keeps on following her.
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I've been RPing for a few years now if that helps.
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Name: Eriden Gender: Female Race: Huaman Age: 17 Class/Job: Street Girl/Assasin in Training/Spy Height: 5'7" Description: Lithe, with tanned skin, long honey-blond hair which falls to her shoulders, and violet eyes. Personality: Can be ruthless when her anger is unleashed but has control over her emotions to the extent she can even kill wihout remorse. Somewhere, deep, deep down a tiny thread of humanity still lives within her, waiting to emerge. Abilities: Can merge into a crowd easily. Good at listening into others conversations. Skilled with sword and dagger. Weapons: Sword, dagger History: Born a bastard to a young noble woman Abandoned on the streets as a newborn and saved by a local housewife. Her foster father abused her, so, at the age of 12, she ran away and has been living on the streets ever since.
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Hope no one minds if I join in. Name: Reine (Say rain) Evander (Eh- VAN- der) Ayten (AY- ten) Gender: Male Race: Half-vampire, half-human Age: 14, but acts like he's 18 Class/Job: Homeless kid with training in fighting (VERY good training) Height: 5' Weight: Around 110 lbs Description: White hair that fades to black at the tips, red eyes with gold lining the pupils. Slender enough to pass as an athlete. Always has a smirk on his pale face, and a smudge of dirt on his left cheek, just above the jawline. Wears a black trench coat with 3/4 sleeves, tight black pants, and a black, white, and red t-shirt. Has slightly pointed ears, in his right one, he has a gold hoop. On his wrist he has a cross with a snake wrapping around it in black and glowing gold tattooed there. When he smirks, you can see his fangs. Personality: Very cynical, but will fight to the death to protect something precious to him. He is easy to provoke, but still loves kids. He only feeds when he has too, so he isn't always reliable if he's hungry and gets in a fight with friends. Sometimes he'll even forgo eating to the point where he passes out. (This is drinking blood- he's not anerexic) Abilities: very fast, superstrength, and very fluid with a staff or dagger. Hates to fight with swords- says they're too heavy. Weapons: Dagger, Staff History: He can't remember when he was born, but he does know that 14 is his favorite number, so he says he is that old. Was bitten about three years ago, and is used to some freaking out when they find out he is part vampire. He lives on the streets because he doesn't know where his home is. Other: A sweetheart deep down, when he falls in love, he falls fast and hard. Then he will protect that person with his life, no matter what. Unfortunately, he is rejected more often than not. He still has to find that person that will accept him for who he is and love him the same way he does them. I know, it got a little sappy at the end, but trust me, he's pretty cool. What do I do now?
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((We don't mind at all, welcome to the forum!!)) Name: Dax Santillion Gender: Male Species: Human as far as anyone knows, though he might be part something else. Age: 17 General Appearance: When Dax is noticed, which isn’t often, most people turn away immediately, both because of the smell and his strange, unsightly appearance. He is of medium height, but tends to appear taller because he’s so skinny. He has medium-length dark brown, almost black, hair and a very tanned complexion, and, while his right eye is a normal sea-green colour, his left is a pale yellow with a slight hint of red. His build is lithe and thin in a homeless bum sort of way and if he got cleaned up and fed at least two decent meals a day, he’d fill out in no time and probably have the girls clambering after him. His clothing, though it was rather expensive and flashy at one point, is now old, holey and hanging on his too-slim form. He prefers wearing black and different shades of grey, though he’ll wear flashy colours if there’s nothing else. He has a leather jacket that he’ll never part with; it’s his only good thing from his childhood. He absolutely hates wearing things on his head and will never be seen wearing anything red, either. He has two scars on the left side of his face; one running from just above his left eyebrow to about an inch below his eye and the other running from the hairline on his forehead to his chin in a jagged crescent shape. Height: 5’9” Weight: 128 lbs Personality/Background: Dax has had a very hard life. He never knew his parents and from when he was a baby to when he ran away(at age eleven) he lived with his scientist uncle in a very big mansion. His uncle loved to experiment, so much so that he even experimented on his own family members. Dax was used as an experiment by his uncle and he ended up becoming blind in his left eye as a result of something going wrong. After he ran away, he decided that he’d live on the streets and he’s never told anyone what happened to him. Despite being treated so cruelly, Dax has a very optimistic personality and is always out to help others. He’ll sacrifice his own minimal luxuries if it means that someone weaker than himself can live better, even for just a day or two. Dax also has a very serious side to him. He’s very empathetic and understands a lot more than people give him credit for. He has lived on the streets of Elarope for going on three years. As far as girlfriends or anything goes, he's never been involved with a girl(or a guy). He doesn't trust himself in a relationship and he's not sure whether he'd like girls anyway. Habits/Tendencies: -Helping those weaker or more needy than himself -Sitting in a very Yoga like position -Staring into nothingness -Tapping out random drumbeats on trash cans and other metallic objects -Hanging out in graveyards at any hour of the day Fears: -Deep water -Extremely bright lights -Cages -Being too cold -Being used as an experiment again Hobbies: -Creating random tunes -Drawing bits of nothing, but they mean things to him -Cooking (when the opportunity arises) Weaknesses: Cold weather. Blinding lights. And more things that he'll never mention. Because Dax uses electrical energy(even thrives off it), he is very weak in water. He helps others out so much that he tends to not take care of himself and will sometimes even lose consciousness after fighting to save someone weaker than himself. He’s sick with some unknown disease and will break down coughing several times throughout the day. No one can cure him and he doesn’t want anyone to try. Strengths: Dax can create literally anything out of electrical energy, but he'll never tell people that he's that powerful. Can construct shields of varying types/sizes around people/things. Personal skills: Dax has the power to set the dead at peace. When he comes across a person who died from starvation or something, he can pray in some unknown language and the body disappears into dust, floating away on the air. He can cook really well for being a homeless kid, though he never has enough ingredients to make a good, wholesome meal for himself. Theme Song: From Yesterday by 30 Seconds to Mars
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Just a really quick question... Is Reine the youngest in Elarope? Or at least the characters we've come up with?
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Most definitely not. We have a few newborns and toddlers in the Krisanti family. Reine IS the youngest not in the Krisanti clan, though.
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He's dead. Name: Zalaster Krion Gender: Male Race: Vampire Alignment: evil, duh! Age: over 1,000, but looks like he's 20 Height: 6'5" Weight: 190 lbs, all muscle Physical Description: He has long black hair pulled back in a low ponytail that if let down will frame a thin face and pitch black eyes. He wears all white all the time, which ends up making him look like a ghost because he looks so pale. Personality: he is very cold and ruthless, and will let anyone die if he lives. He will feed off of anyone as well. Class/ Job: he is very rich, and sees no point in working. Weapons: his fangs, and if they fail, poisoned daggers Fighting style: he sneaks up on you from behind, then either bites you on the neck or stabs you in the back Abilities: He is very fast, and is very charming when he needs to be. Special Abilities: superstrength, can blend into the shadows, night vision. Weaknesses: Sunlight, silver, and ebony. Other: He is out to get Reine, because he has a crazy notion that Reine belongs to him after he bit him. He will kill anyone in the way of his goal as well.
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Name: Jonas Gender: Male Species: He tells everyone he's human, but he's really a mix of Faerie and nymph Age: 16ish General Appearance: Seeing as Jonas is a homeless kid, his appearance isn't exactly the greatest. His blond hair is always dirty and mussed and he has dirt and grease and things smeared on his face and arms. His clothing is still in mostly good condition, though it's obviously been worn. He hates wearing shoes. He'll never be found without his hat(think Tom Sawyer type hat). His blue eyes are always bright with some new plans of mischief. Height: 6' Weight: 210 lbs Personality/Background: Jonas ran away from home at a very young age because he felt like it. His parents were as loving as any parents could be, Jonas was just always wanting something more, some grand adventure. He found Elarope and has lived on its streets for so many years that he's lost count. As far as girlfriends or anything goes, he's currently living with a girl and they're very much in love. He used to like Dax alot, but Dax was uncomfortable with the whole idea of a relationship at the time(though Dax did admit that he liked Jonas). Jonas moved on to Lily, his current girl and he and Dax have still remained great friends. Habits/Tendencies: -Helping those weaker or more needy than himself, but only when he has to -Stealing anything if it's ripe for the picking Fears: -The dark -Being arrested Hobbies: -Carving things for his girl -Swimming -Fishing Weaknesses: Electricity. Strengths: Swimming. Anything related to water. Personal skills: He's an excellent carpenter and can make virtually anything out of wood. He's also a great fisherman and loves the water.
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Name: Hector Palomino Race: Human/Spirit Alignment: Good Age: He's not quite sure but he looks around 17. Height: 5'9" Weight: 120 lbs. Physical description: He has short black hair, flat top, except has bangs that usually cover up his forehead, Dark brown eyes, they tend to change to a Sea-Blue under certain circumstances. Normally he wears casual clothes, but his usually attire is a plain blue T-Shirt, with a pair of jeans, and a light brown jacket he rarely zips up. Personality: Hector is the kind of person to take charge when needed. He usually keeps to himself and always has a plan ready. He's always calculating and thinking. Usually he tends to take the logical route rather then the rational which can be helpful at times. He is kind and sweet and would do anything for his friends. Though he tends to keep to himself. Occupation: A wander. Just wanders around makeing money mainly by doing odd jobs. Weapons: Two daggers he keeps hidden from view. Really dosen't use them. Fighting style: Calm and calculateing. Never rushes into attack. He usualy waits it out. Even prefurably he really doesn't fight much. Special Abilities: He can control the element of water. He can use it for an offence and defence. As well as healing. Weaknesses: He's afraid of heights(if you get him the air even for a little while he'll just freak out), During a new moon he loses all his powers and basicly become's a different person. And if he sleeps he tends to...Change when he awakens whitch is why he feeds off the moon's power rather then sleep. Other: On his right palm there is a wierd tattoo that appears and reappears depending on what is going on. Mainly when he uses magic. It's a circle with a symbol in the middle covered with an infinite sign. The symbol is part of an ancient language and stands for, 'water'. (is that ok?)
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Even though I'm not a mod, I like him!!!
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Me too!! I think he'll fit in great with Dax and Reine....
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(thank you^^)
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Join us!!!! And Scotty, if you see this, please post in Dax's Place!!!!
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(don't I need to wait for approvel?)
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Name: Edward Readman Ironcroft III Race: Human Alignment: Chaotic Good Age: 17 Height: 5' 8" Weight: 129 lbs. Physical description: Relatively thin, from working out and dancing a lot. Medium-length blond hair, with a pink zig-zag streak down the left, tied in a ponytail in back. Blond chin-beard. Grey eyes. Light skin tone. Black-and-grey camo cargo pants, black heavy-metal boots, black fish-net muscle-shirt, beige trenchcoat, brown fingerless hiker's gloves. Diamond stud earring and gold hoop earring on right ear. Ruby ring on left middle finger. Snowboarders goggles with green lens. Personality: Although Edward grew up in a very rich and well-off family, he is not stuck-up and spoiled. He cares for the common people and enjoys socializing with them. However, he does think money can solve everything sometimes. Very outgoing, he loves to party atclubs and taverns and anywhere where the nightlife is sweet. Occupation: Alchemist/Bard/Arcane Mage; not really occupations, since he gets all of his money from his parents.. Weapons: The Index Arcana, a large metal-bound spellbook. Fighting style: Utilizes a unique fighting style that mixes magic, melee, and dancing. Abilities: Very persuasive and rich. Agile. Intelligent to an eighth degree, he is a master magic-user. Special Abilities: He is the host of a demonic elemental spirit called the Razor Golem. He can also switch genders at will.. Weaknesses: Somewhat absent-minded, lets emotions get the better of him. Gets all flirty and starry-eyed when surrounded by hot guys. Other: Enjoys being around people, is gay, rich, and intelligent.
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