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I feel I must applaude the Vampire lover. Though, I do hope you're not a twilight obsessy.

Name: Inferno Date
Nickname: Angel of Death
Age: The second vampire to ever exist, so take a guess.
Species: Vampire/Dark Angel.
Alliance: Neutral-ish
Appearance (pic please): weight: 210lb height: 6'4"
Personality: Cold and heartless killer with a lighter side that is only shown to his son, wife, and those few he befriends
Bio: Inferno came from a village controlled by a dark king.... the first vampire, markis, came to the village and offered inferno imotallity and the ability to overthrow the king.. inferno accepted and markis turned him. inferno killed the king, but the towns people did not accept him as a hero... but feared him and called him a monster.. inferno was nothing but a demon to them and they repeatedly attacked them.... then inferno found an old spell book that would give him infinite, dark, power.. he used the spell in the book then destroyed the town.. He then walked the earth killing whoever he wanted or was paid to kill, thus he was givin the name, THE ANGEL OF DEATH.
After a few centuries, Inferno calmed down and made an atempt to settle down with a human woman. He and his wife had a son named Sage, who greatly resembled Inferno, even at birth. Sadly, a few years later word leaked to the hunters that the Angel of Death was living among humans in a small town. Seeking glory and fame they came to the town, killing everyone they beleived to be associated with Inferno. Among these people, was Inferno's wife. Inferno had taken his son to a nearby lake before the hunters had atacked. When he came back and saw the destruction, his rage from centuries before came back to him and, while holding Sage under one arm, killed every single one of the funters and ripped apart their bodies. When Inferno realised he and his son would never be safe, he gave Sage to an old friend, Dracula, who had a heavily guarded kingdom and could protect his son. Inferno took on a mercinary's lifestyle afterwards and visited his son everytime he got a job near the castle.
Abilities: He is a user of the oldest and most powerful dark magic. His favorite techniques involve Hellfire. He has black angel wings.
Disadvantages: He has a great thirst for blood that may cause him to go insane for a period of time if not sated. His anger is also easily flared.
Family: His son Sage. Forcively bonded wife Selena
Weapons: uses a scythe

Added:

Name: Selena Date
Age: 18
Species: Human/servent
Alliance: Inferno's
Appearance: 5'8" 120lb
Personality: The only times it shows is when she's with Inferno, but if any man tries for her she is protective over herself and the sound of her slapping you across the face calls Inferno immediately.
History: Since birth she was raised and trained by Inferno to be a happily obeying servent. Inferno took her feeling of pain from her and let her keep all other emotions and feelings to keep her an independant being. She has lived all her life at Inferno's side other than short periods of time when Inferno goes on a job that is far too dangerous for her. During a visit to a very traditional and very well armed village She and Inferno were forced to marry.. or be burned at the stake for staying in the same hotel room for one night while on a job. She now happily carries Inferno's last name.... and something more...
Abilities: She has regeneration abilities far beyong any vampire other than Inferno and any acrolyte. Her blood and limbs regenerate on an instant and she has heightened magical and physical abilities.
Family: Forcively bonded husband Inferno
Weapons: Shadow forged daggers similar to Sage's sword.

You forgot height and weight!

Sorry... I was too busy with making a good story

:NAME:
Weylyn D’Amill

: SPECIES:
Human, Drow

: AGE:
107 (around 26 human age)

: GENDER:
Male

: ALLIANCE:
Neutral

: APPEARANCE:
6’4”, 210 lbs. Wiry yet solid frame, he is much stronger than he appears. Dark brown tanned, bordering on light black skin. Shocking light blue eyes and pure white hair and beard that give him the appearance of an old man. He wears his hair about the length of midback. His beard is full, with enough length to cover half his neck. He has a disarming smile and many crinkles around his eyes and mouth from laughing often. He has hard square facial features and ears slightly pointed, as well as slightly angular eyes (noticeable only on close inspection)
He is very seldom dressed in anything but the deerskin and fur clothing he makes, and wears moccasin type boots with intricate beadwork. His hands are scarred and calloused, and his skin has an almost leathery quality to it. He has various scratch marks on his body, as well as bite marks along the back of his neck from his earlier days as a child. Inside his clothing he wears a pendant of the brightest silver and purest gold, with flowing elven script winding towards the centre, seeming to swirl deeper into a vortex out of view. The whole is overlaid in jet black engraving, with en elegant style reading “D’Amill”
A sword is strapped to his back, hilt extending past his right shoulder, ant the tip coming nearly to his knees. It has a multi-hue to it that is ever shifting along the different curves and lines of the blade, depending on how you are observing it. The hilt is wrapped in black leather, with a blood red jewel inset on the counterbalance. A bow of beautiful jet black wood is strapped horizontally across his back the other way, top left to bottom right, over top of a soft deerskin quiver of black arrows, blood red feathers for fletching. A skinning knife is sheathed along the back of his belt, horn bone handle and dull grey steel blade.
Tamaska is a grey/black wolf that stands nearly 4' tall at the shoulders. Fierce looking and beautiful, he is mostly harmless.

: PERSONALITY:
Calm, caring, and laid back he seldom raises his voice or shows hash emotions. He laughs often and jokes with all he comes across, giving him a trusting and calming presence. In the tensest of situations he is calm, collected, and never off his sense of humour. In the fiercest of battles he maintains a state of calmness that unnerves many regular people. He would rather make peace with and for the ones around him than fight, though he has no fear of rising to a challenge that refuses to go away.

: ABILITIES:
He is one with the ways of the forest and the creatures inhabiting it, able to befriend and communicate with even the most simple of creatures. He has incredible stamina, allowing him to jog for days on end with little or no exertion, and can run at a flat out speed for hours on end.
He carries a long broad sword strapped to his back of rare stone that absorbs magic. Any missiles, spells or other that hit him leave him unaffected. If he walks into an AOE type spell, he is not affected, as well if any barriers are set up, he can destroy them with the sword. The sword is perfectly sharp, able to slice through flesh, bone, even chain mail. Though the sword appears to be big and awkward, he can wield it with a speed that matches even the most capable duellist.
Excellent marksman with the bow, able to shoot accurately at ranges up to 80 feet, with a max range of around 200 feet (simple limitations of the bow, though accuracy sharply drops off after 100 feet, turning all shots into "hail marys").
Can call upon the pack he grew up amongst to aid him in times of need. Travels with a bigger than average wolf (around 4’ tall at shoulders) named Tamaska that is considered a brother to him. Hunting partner, travelling companion, and guardian.

: DISADVANTAGES:
Being so in tune with nature, the plague of large cities and modern civilization shakes him to the core whenever he is near them.
The sword that he carries prevents him from using any magic, or receiving magical healing and/or benefits of any kind.
His bow is useless at short ranges, and is his only other weapon save his sword, giving him a severe disadvantage were he to lose even one of his weapons. Additionally, he wears no armour, only the leather clothing he has acquired from the forest, and of that all is soft and supple, not the fire hardened version seen in cheap armour set ups.
Travelling with a wolf means he needs to hunt regularly to feed the both of them, and can be scented by those with a keen enough sense of smell.

: FAMILY/FRIENDS/ENEMIES:
Family-Father is dead, mother suspected dead. Kin to a wolf pack, and travels with his wolf brother Tamaska.
Friends-Friends to all he knows and tries to make more everywhere he goes.
Enemies-The drow elves of his fathers homeland hunt him, though not actively enough to garner constant pursuit.

: HISTORY :
His mother was raped by a drow elf. Fearing the persecution and possible death he would face growing up in human civilization, she prayed to the spirits of the Dark Forest and abandoned him in the woods. Taking pity on his soul the spirits delivered him to a wolf clan that raised him as their own, treating him as their own, for many years.
He learned the lessons of the wolves and became savage as they were. Fighting with tooth and nail, and receiving culling by tooth and nail. This earned him various scars along his body and bite marks along the back of his neck whenever a fellow playmate got the best of him, but also honed his body to perfection. The tireless hours of running with the pack gave amazing stamina and an intimate understanding of the forests.
After reaching the age of 55 and witnessing many passings of clan alphas, the forest spirits returned to set Weylyn on the path to learning his heritage. They told him nothing of his mother’s rape, or exactly what the drow were, for he would have understood none of these concepts anyways. They told him only where he could find either one of his parent’s, whichever one he wished to pursue first. Understanding nothing of the differing life cycles of humans and elves, or the cruelty he would face at the hands of the drow, he first set out to find his father.
Weylyn’s father, Ca’rist, had changed in the years since the rape. Seeing the flaws in the way the drow lived and conducted their lives, he sought change for himself yet was trapped within the strict confines of drow society. Upon finding the drow, Weylyn was nearly killed for no other reason than the fact he was not one of them. The spirits that had looked over and guided Weylyn for so long found Ca’Rist in his dreams one night. Revealing to him exactly who this wolf boy was, Ca’Rist found his opportunity to change not in himself but in the son that was still so pure. After much subtle manoeuvring and mind games, Weylyn was finally put under the charge of his father in the role as a slave.
Weylyn lived under the guise as his father’s slave for 45 years, for if the drow had found out who he truly was he would have been killed. In this time Ca’Rist taught him various languages of the world as well as the many races and peoples inhabiting the world. Ca’Rist also instilled in him a strict code of honour, good naturedness, and respect for all living things that he found so wrong in drow society. Above all other lessons though, Ca’Rist taught him how to fight.
Training in various weapons, Weylyn did fairly well. Ca’Rist presented Weylyn with a darkwood bow one day, made from the wood of the Elttiseer trees of the drow underworld. The jet black wood was remarkably light and supple, yet had a deceptive strength to it. Weylyn became a true marksman with the weapon, steadily increasing his accurate range of attack. Only after picking up Ca’Rist’s sword one day though did he find the true weapon for him. The stone blade was awkward, and for but a few, too heavy and cumbersome to use effectively in combat. The many years of honing his muscles in the wild allowed Weylyn to effortlessly swing the blade with a speed matching that of the best drow duellists, and the amazing stamina he had acquired let him fight for hours on end without tiring. Ca’Rist allowed Weylyn to train freely with the blade, replacing all other weapons with that one single sword, for it truly belonged in Weylyn’s hands And yet, Ca’Rist never even hinted at any intentions of giving the sword to his son. In his mind though, Ca’Rist had passed the remarkable weapon. The blade came with an added benefit. It was made from a rare multi-hued stone called Tasaral which absorbed all magic in and immediatly around the user, protecting the user from magic attacks and effects, but also preventing teh wielder from receiving magical healing and benefits.
After 45 years of servitude, Ca’Rist knew in his heart that his son was ready for the world. He also felt it was time for the boy, for he was still a boy in drow standards, to depart the evil world and strike out on his own, seeking whatever destiny that still lay before him. Leading Weylyn on a desperate escape one night, his Ca’Rist knew that Weylyn, and only Weylyn, would be allowed to escape the clutches of the drow, for he was still viewed as a slave and nothing more by all that surrounded the two and so was considered worthless.
Upon departing the dark underworld that had been his home for nearly a half century, Weylyn nearly collapsed with joy at seeing the wide night sky so full of stars which he hadn’t seen it what felt like eternity. Through the tears in his eyes Weylyn looked back at his father to see if the same joy lived too on his face. Seeing only a look of grief, Weylyn was confused. Focused solely on the son who had solidified so much change inside of him and brought happiness to the dark despair that was drow society, Ca’Rist first removed his family medallion from around his neck and handed it to his son. Then, with a slow and deliberate ceremony, he drew his sword and presented it to Weylyn. Few words other than those of instruction and fewer still emotions had passed between the two over the years, and yet this single act showed more to Weylyn of his father’s love and pride than any words could ever hope to achieve.
Ca’Rist then turned back to the tunnel, once again entering the darkness that was the underworld without so much as a single word to Weylyn. To have shown weakness then would have been to go against all the strength he had hoped to instil in Weylyn, the sword had been gesture enough. Hoping to stall pursuit for long enough for Weylyn to escape, he vanished into the tunnels, choosing a place to make his final stand against that which had poisoned his soul for so long.
Upon seeing his father’s departure, Weylyn too simply turned and started off at a lope towards his homeland. He did not hear the clash of steel on steel, but he felt the flare of sorcery, and knew what it mean, for his father had given up his sword to him. His quick tireless pace set him well ahead of physical pursuit, the sword shielded him from magical detection ad so once again in many years, he was free.
Journeying for many moons, stopping only to occasionally rest and feed, he finally came upon his homeland of Dark Forest. Weylyn easily located his old pack and without much surprise, he was not recognized. He did not feel badly at this, for he had been away for along time, and had come back a different person. No longer was he the naked wolf boy of a half century ago, but a drow warrior. He had strange smells about him, bore strange weapons, and was clothed in drow rags.
Not forgetting his past though, Weylyn stripped himself of all things material, right down to the medallion his father had given him, leaving them in a heap on the outer ring of the den. He challenged the alpha then and there, the way he had been raised, tooth and claw, and he won. At the moment when he was most victorious, when he himself had the alpha’s throat in his own jaws, he simply released his grip and backed away. Weylyn had not come to rule the pack, he simply came to be amongst them, and the recognition he now saw in the alpha’s eyes as one of their own was all he had required.
For seven years he lived with the wolf pack, exploring the surrounding area once more and becoming acquainted with the surrounding folk as well. He had never donned the clothing of the drow again, instead preferring to wear the furs and hide of the animals he killed. Finding Tamaska as an abandoned pup on a hunt one day, he saw an opportunity to bestow the mercy which was given to him as a child. Letting his own blood for the wolf to feed on when other wolves refused to support the runt, Tamaska soon grew into a giant of a wolf, and has been considered a blood brother to Weylyn ever since.

: ANYTHING ELSE?:
Don't wanna take away from everyone's fun, but if any of the shapeshifting is considered magical, I'm sorry? Same for your ring/swords sage. No offence, but really, I can't fly, I can't perform magc or be healed to speak of, i have no armour, and I only got one life to live man, I'm just tryin to live it lol... If you guys feel some things should be allowed can you let me know? Just asking so nohting unexpected pops up in the future and bam, I'm suddenyl dead

: IC ENTRANCE:
The water splashed around his moccasins as he crossed the stream, now entering the final leg of his journey. His white hair flowed out behind him as he continued on his jog towards the inn, moonlight glinting off his sword and making his eyes flash. The deer carcass resting across his shoulders started to grow heavy as his trip went on, but he knew Renegade would be counting on him. His breath started a little laboured as the exertion took it's toll on his muscled body. He had been travelling for the better part of the day with the meat, hunting well beyond the range than was normally required. Damn, but his last delivery had been over two weeks ago, it must have run out by now.
Something dark has entered the forest. Laughing out loud to himself for a moment, Weylyn glanced over to see Tamaska regarding him oddly. Padding along silently beside him, Tamaska's grey and black mottled fur seemed naught but a shadow in the moonlight.
"Don't give me that look, I was just thinking. Something dark has entered the Forest, I can feel it's presence, and the lingerings of magic is in the area... Odd though isn't it, that something dark would enter the Dark Forest?"
Once again laughing to himself at his own joke, Wylen D'Amil padded on through the Dark Forest, growing ever closer to The Dark Forest Tavern, where he could finally lay down his burden and take a well deserved rest.
"Maybe we'll find out what's been spooking up the wildlife and pushing the game so far too." Weylyn said once again regarding Tamaska. No reply was forthcoming, no reply was ever forth coming. Just the regard of those deep brown eyes, seeming far more intelligent than they should.
Weylyn D'Amil, drow hunter and wolfkin to the ark Forest Clan, took comfort in the added weight of the sword on his back.

Looooovely! Join RIGHT IN!

Just wondering...Is the IC board up yet??

Sure is.
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:NAME:
Viktor Lefte

: SPECIES:
Mammalian(Furry) - Fox/Mongoose

: AGE:
21 - looks thirteen

: GENDER:
Male

: ALLIANCE:
Neutral

: APPEARANCE:
Viktor carries most of the physical traits of a mongoose with some traits from a Fox. Weighing 80 pounds and standing at a height of 4'10". Pointy ears and his long tail with boomers(Grenades) attached are easy to spot out. His hair is blonde styled in a shredded type look and having three silver hooped piercings on each ear. He also has blue eyes. Viktor's work clothing consists of brown pants with many pockets while his belt has holders for tools, and he has a plain white sleeveless shirt. When he is out going to get supplies and what not, Vik wears black dress pants. He wears a white sleeveless shirt and over that is a white long sleeve shirt with a red tie. Over the long shirt is a striped gray vest. He sometimes wears a open black coat looking very casual. Like his older brother he never really liked shoes. His arm was blown off long ago when he was experimenting with explosives and due to that he made a metallic arm that is very strong and durable. Viktor always has a pair of steampunk goggles above his eyes in case any sort of repairs or work needs to be done.

: PERSONALITY:
Viktor's personality is quite an interesting one. He looks like the gentleman type, but he is quite spontaneous.

: ABILITIES:
He is strictly unable to use magic at all but due to that he is a master steampunk engineer. Being a steampunk engineer his technology is advanced to the rest of the world having items and gadgets to counter magic users. Not only does he have items for defense but he also has some offensive capabilities this includes multi purpose boomers(Grenades with different uses) , a revamped musket, tazer, and his flamethrower he custom built for himself with the nozzles underneath his sleeves.
Other then that his mechanical arm is made of very strong metals so it wouldn't break easily at all. It can be up to five times stronger than any man depending on the amount of torque put in.

: DISADVANTAGES:
A big disadvantage is his height and weight. With this he can be easily picked up and thrown. Some other disadvantages include the ability not to be able to use magic in any way but he can amplify and reflect spells with his arsenal.

: HISTORY:
Viktor has been a steampunk engineer for a very long time with his twin Reed. He and his brother owned a bicycle shop. They have quite a reputation for the things they build in their spare time in the workshop like a flying contraption for example. Then there was that one faithful day where disaster struck. One of their inventions went horribly wrong sucking Viktor in to a portal leaving Reed behind. He landed in a new and strange world much like his but...further back in time and defiantly a different dominant species. Over the few years hes been in this new world he created a small workshop where he was able to continue his inventing business. Viktor is not quite known in these regions so his few customers have a big advantage with weapons and gadgets.
: FAMILY/FRIENDS/ENEMIES:
Reed Lefte - Brother/Twin

: ANYTHING ELSE?:
Viktor is a pacifist but has a real bad temper when his height is brought up in any conversation or when some people adore him like a pet. He would torch any being for a comment like that regardless of being a pacifist, there more like guidelines for him. Being a mammalian he can only transform into his animal form.

: IN CHARACTER ENTRANCE:
Yelling could be heard from outside the grungy tavern door something to deal with supplies and a boyfriend.
"I told you...your 'boyfriend' was the only one home at your damn house! There was no way in hell I'd come back lugging all of that again." said a small furry being.
"Boyfriend? I'm not gay you furball!" Replied a rather tall man
"You sure? He had soft lips and long hair! How was I suppose to know?"
"You know what forget it...Viktor you got the supplies again from that maniac and brought them here...thank you for that but, what did you do to get all of these back?" There was a pause.
"You don't want to know. I still have nightmares from it." muttered Viktor had he put his paw out at the man not wanting to talk. "Aside from that I need to find out what is what in his crate." Viktor pulled out a round metallic object. "And there's only one way to find out." He then pressed down on the button on the boomer. several ticks went and then out of no where a loud pop was heard and a . The boomer combusted into a thick black smoke that got onto his face and fur making him black. Viktor gave a cough as the smoke was still in the air not clearing up and said "Well, those were the smoke bombs. The others were the standard boomers you wanted. Now our business is done I'm going to get a few drinks this has been one hell of a business day." Viktor then swung the door open with a Eeeeeek, black smoke started to clear up as he coughed again and began walking to a tattered stool. The bar man Renegade came up to him.
"Rough day on the job Vik?" he said handing a pint of ale to Viktor.
"You have no idea Gade, It started today when I delivered the supplies to the right house...but wrong man." Viktor took a gulp and started to ramble and rant of how the whole fiasco started.

Uhmmmm.
A bit modern... But we could say he got warped here by accident a few years back...
You should edit the profile. Keep what he is, though! LOVE that!
Work on what I addressed before you join the ic, please, Viktor

-When i get time i'll post my character.. but one thing... are werewolves allowed or no? since you do have vampires.-

Of course!
Weres are allowed!

Name: Cye kione
Age: 18
Species: Werewolf
Gender: Obviously Male
Alliance: Good
Appearance (pic please): weight: 260lb (all muscle) height: 6' 3"
Personality: Kind and caring as well as generous. He likes to help the sick and the poor.
Abilities: Has unimaginably imense strength. Can make medicinal and fruit berring plants grow instantly with just a few words. Can control when he lets out his werewolf side.
Disadvantages: His black wolf tail is his weak point. Which is why he keeps it hidden away.
History: Cye comes from the extremely wealthy Kione family. His family became famous and wealthy as they invented several healing medicines that surpassed all other treatments. Everyone in the prestigious werewolf clan is expected to go out in the world and brave the hunters for several years as they create medicines on their own that can combat any sort of trick the hunters may use. So Cye was sent out on his own journey. Since he started, he has created several different salves and antidotes.
Weapon: Combat knife

-thanks, i got my answer in the chat... didn't recognize lycan at first.....-

:NAME:
Lunarus "Fang" Steelic

: SPECIES:
Werewolf, Pureblood Elder

: AGE:
unknown

: GENDER:
Male

: ALLIANCE:
Neutral

: APPEARANCE:
Lunarus is fairly tall, around 6' 7" in human form, with a strong build, weighing around 200 pounds. His shoulders a fairly wide apart and somewhat larger than normal. His arms hand down to a little below his waist so his arm span on one arm is around 3' 2" and its 6' 9" overall. His hands have long fingers and the knuckles on his left and right hands are bruised and slightly out of place. He upper body is very srongly built. His legs are long and slightly bent, his feet are wider than a humans and he walks slightly more on the front of he feet with his heels off the ground. His skin is a semi-dark tan.

His face is rough and strongly built, His hair is a little wild and covers most of his head, its a silver-gray color, which appears odd since he only looks to be about 35. His eyes are an icy blue that seem to cill down to the bone when they make eye contact. Over his right eye he has three verticle slash marks from a battle long ago. He has another scar along the entire right side of his neck that parts up to end right under his chin and also breaks down and stops half-way down his sternum.

He wears pitch black armor, made from the hide of some unknown creature. The upper body has a wolf's head made from a red hide of another creature on the front and back. The eyes are actually made from two tear-shapped saphires laid into the armor. The fangs are also made from the wood of an anciet white tree. The shoulder guards are crafted from some form of obsidian with the right guard topped with three steel spikes. The arms are covered by the hide armor all the way down to the wrist. He wears black gauntlets over his hands with small spikes curved upwards on the back of his hand. The armor closer to his waist is designed more scale-like, so he can move or twist freely. The legs go down to his ankles, once again there is a special kind of obsidian knee guards built into the armor. The Boots cover up to his shin and the guard, like the gauntlets, has spikes curved upwards. He doesn't use a helmet.

He has two swords crossed over his back, they are named the Cursed twin blades of Sarinoth, although they don't have any real magic powers within them. The left handed blade is long with wave like curves up both sides of the sword until they taper off to a point. The right handed blade is slightly heavier, more in the shape of a cross between an ax and a sword, along the back edge it has small teeth grooves from the hilt to the tip.

Carries a walking stick made of bone. Has a carved scene on the main body of the walking stick. It has a diamond moon and stars, gold crafted in the form of cliffs and the earth, emeralds crafted in the form of forrests and rubys in the shape of wolves howling into the night sky. The handle of the walking stick is a wolf's head made from gold with ruby eyes and obsidian fangs. Concealed within the walking stick is a blade made of bone with a piece of silver imbedded within it.

Can change into wolf form. While he is a wolf, his body is covered in silver fur with snow white socks and a steel-gray patch between his eyes. He is about 7' long and weighs 190 pounds. His eyes change to a shade of sky blue and the scars on his neck and above his eye seem to shrink away into a few cuts and pin pricks.

Can change into "Complete" werewolf form. While in this form he stands at almost 9' 6" tall with a heavy stance at around 470-530 pounds. Despite his heavy build, he is still strong and fast enough to outrun almost any other creature that cannot fly. His fur chages from its smooth silver to a rough steel color with an almost black tail. His arms are much longer and his hands are mored gnarled with large claws at the ends of his fingers. His legs are muscular with an even greater bend to them, so he leans slightly forwards, as if haunched down. The tips of his feet rest on the ground while his heels, like a wolf's rest above the ground. His eyes are a fiery gold color and his sence of smell nearly triples compared to when he is in wolf form.

No matter which form he chages to, his armor and gear has a special magical characteristic, so that it molds itself and reajusts itself to fir his current form and not get in the way.

: PERSONALITY:
Lunarus keeps to him self and never bothers to hold a conversation with anyone. He often broods in silence with his wereform's mind: Fang. He has a strong dislike for any werewolf that isn't pureblood like him, and he sees all others as Taintedblood. Has a deep hate for vampires... rooted deep in his past.

: ABILITIES:
Can transform into a wolf any any night that doesn't have a full moon. (See Appearence for wolf form.) On nights with a full moon he can transform into a "Complete" Werewolf (See Appearence also.) Has the option to perform a bone ritual instead of transforming into a "Complete" Werewolf. By sacrificing this change he can use any bone and make what ever he needs from it, like his staff. However, when he crafts the bone, a small amount of magic residue is absorbed by the bone, making it nearly impossible to break or dull and it can be worked into any shape he pleases. Like othere werewolves he can bit a mortal being, however they victem doesn't become a werewolf but a being known as a follower. Followers are virtually souless and mindless beings that are linked subconciously to the elder that created them. They help and worship the elder, and in times when food is scarce... they are the food source.

: DISADVANTAGES:
Weakened by decapitation, stabbing in the heart and silver. However, the weakness to silver is actually very faint, believed to be because he's a pureblood who has lived longer than an other werewolf know to history. Has developed a strange weakness to platinum. While other werewolves are uneffected by this strange metal, werewolf elders are. It has the same crippling effects as silver on werewolves, if not faster. If he performs a bone ritual he can't use his "Complete" werewolf form for the entire night and he can't transform for the following week. In sevear cases he can lose control of his werewolf mind:Fang(see anything else.)

: HISTORY:
Very litle is know about Lunarus's past but it is speculated he has lived for an extremly long time.

: FAMILY/FRIENDS/ENEMIES:
Lunarus has no know family that remains alive. He once had a lover, almost 500 years back. Selene "Silver Claw" Goldeneyes, was a pureblood elder like him. They had traveled together throughout time until one night when a vampire elder attacked them. Lunarus chased after the vampire, enraged because he believed Selene was dead. If she managed to survive is still unknown to him. His only enemy if the Vampire Elder that killed his love and because of that day he has had an increased hatred towards other vampires.

: ANYTHING ELSE?:
Lunarus isn't human, not one drop of blood or one patch of skin, he is a 100% pureblood werewolf elder. His humanoid appearence was just for his race to blend in with the others, to an extent. While in "Complete" werewolf form , or in some extreme cases, wolf form, Lunarus has a secondary mind name Fang. Fang is the more insticts and violence based characteristic of his mind. If he tries to use the "Complete" werewolf form on any other night that isn't a full moon... He loses controle of Fang, who takes control and does what ever he feels like. The silver in the bone blade n his walking staff is Lunarus's safty balance if Fang tries to take control at any other time.

: IN CHARACTER ENTRANCE:
Lunarus rested against a pine tree. After a long week of travel he had arrived at the Forrest. He smelled the air, since his nose was even more sensitive than a human's even in his curret form. The trees rustled and their leaves danced in the light breeze that picked tem up and pulled them which ever way it drifted. The plants on the ground swayed and gave off rich scents like licorish or the sweet scent of new ferns. Yet the forrest was silent.

He heard no creatures near by nor saw an indication that any had passed by here recently. Between pockets of leaves he could vaugly see the twinkle of stars and the cresent moon. This silence was unnatural. He stored his walking stick in a special holder by his waist, as he slowly pulled both of his blades free from their sheaths. He tested the air with his nose. Movement. Imbedded in the tree where he had rested only seconds ago... was a massive axe.

The vampire that had swung it hissed in anger and turned to look to where he had gone. Lunarus dropped from the branch just above the vampire pulling his swords criss-cross like a giant pair of shears. He decapitated the vampire before it even understood what happened. The shocked face remained printed on its head as it rolled off its body and rolled a littleways in the eath, until the roots of an old tree stopped it. Its dark blood squirted from its body and some of it got on his blades.

Lunarus looked at the blood on the swords then moved one of them close to his face. He sniffed the blood ad smiled, then he licked it from the edge of the sword. before storing his weapons away once more. He was encountering even more vampires now... he was drawing closer to the one he searced for. He walked into the shadows of the trees, his armor blending in the dark night until he vanished without a trace.

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:NAME:
Selene "Silver Claw" Goldeneyes

: SPECIES:
Werewolf, Pureblood Elder

: AGE:
unknown

: GENDER:
Female

: ALLIANCE:
Neutral

: APPEARANCE:
Selene is fairly tall, around 6' 2" in human form, with a slim build, weighing around 145 pounds. Her skin is fair in complection and not as dark as Luarus's. Her hair is snow white and it goes down to just above her shoulders. Here eyes are a light green, and hold a warming feel to them. Her face, as well as her whole body, has a natural balance to it.

Selene's looks were almost an exact opposite of Lunarus's stronger build. Her arms were slender and long, resting at her hips. Her legs just as balanced and, although she walked on the fronts of her feet, the distence between her heel and the ground was so slight, no normal human would be able to notice it. She has no scars or injuries in her human form.

She wears light blue armor, made from the hide of an unknown creature. The upper armor had a wolfs head, made from the wood of the ancient white tree, on the front and back. The eyes were maid from two inlaid rubies, sparkling brightly. The fangs were made from diamonds and gleamed brighter than the ruby eyes. Her shoulder guards, as well as her knee and shin guards, were made from the wood of the ancient white tree. They were shapped narrower than Lunarus's. Her gauntlets and boots were a made of a light blue as well. She had no spikes on her armor. She didn't have a helmet as well, but she also wore a travelers cloak made from a snow white fabric.

She has two swords as well, her's are made from a fallen star. The blades are the same colors as the Lunar Rainbow, although to any non lycan creature, the blades appear to be silver in color. She also has an assortment of throwing knives made from the fallen star as well. If she ever uses one, she will go at nothing to collect it back, because the knives and the swords were a gift to her from Lunarus.

She wore a pendant around her neck at all times. The pendant was in the shape of a wolf's head, made from bone. It held every detail, even the small lines that looked like fur. The eyes of the wolf were made from saphires, while the fangs were made from the wood of an ancient white tree.

Can change into wolf form. She is about 6' 7" long and weighs around 145 pounds.(Female werewolves do not change in weight between wolf and human forms, only their height changes).
Her fur is snow white, without any sign or indication of another fur. Her eyes are the color of rubies.

No matter which form she chages to, her armor and gear has a special magical characteristic, so that it molds itself and reajusts itself to fit her current form and not get in the way.

: PERSONALITY:
Selene is light hearted and friendly, the counter balance to Lunarus's solitude. She is also very protective of her child and friends/family. Latly she has a brooding sorrow about no longer being able to transform into a "complete" werewolf, and only a human on the night of a full moon.

: ABILITIES:
On nights with the full moon she can transform into Human form. Unlike othere werewolves she cannot bit a mortal being to make them follower. She, being a female elder, can perform an Eternity blessing, what it does is unknown still.

: DISADVANTAGES:
Weakened by decapitation, stabbing in the heart and silver. However, the weakness to silver is actually very faint, believed to be because he's a pureblood who has lived longer than an other werewolf know to history. Has developed a strange weakness to platinum. While other werewolves are uneffected by this strange metal, werewolf elders are. It has the same crippling effects as silver on werewolves, if not faster. She can only be in human form on nights with the full moon. She cannot change into "complete" werewolf form anymore, and she cannot perform bone rituals.

: HISTORY:
500 years ago, she and Lunarus were attacked by the last Vampire elder in exhistence. She was forced to change into a "complete" werewolf to fight him off. Sh was pregnant with their son at the time and doing that trasformation was forbidden for unknown results. After giving birth in wolf fomr she foud she was stuck that way and could only become her human form on nights with a full moon. She travels with her son Arimis around the lands, looking for Lunarus.

: FAMILY/FRIENDS/ENEMIES:
Selene has her son, Arimis, and is looking for her lover, Lunarus. They have no other friends or family. "Silver eyes" is her only true enemy and she doesn't hold it against the entire Vampire race, like Lunarus.

: ANYTHING ELSE?:
Selene isn't human, not one drop of blood or one patch of skin, she is a 100% pureblood werewolf elder. Her humanoid appearence was just for her race to blend in with the others, to an extent. While in wolf form, Selene has a secondary mind name Silver Claw. Silver Claw is the more insticts and natural based characteristic of her mind. Unlike Lunarus, she and Silver Claw are more in tune with each other and live at peace in her mind.(All females are like this, since only male werewolves are the more violent of the two.) She needs no external measures or any reason to fear about Silver Claw trying to take conrol, and after 500 years of being almost entirly in wolf form, her two minds are practically one mind anyways.

: IN CHARACTER ENTRANCE:
Selene sat under a lone willow tree, watching the cristaline pool infront of her. The Angelic Waterfall puring water still, 500 years later. Almost nothing had been disturbed, and even the rainbow was still trapped in its eturnal bonds. She looked at the sky.. in several more cycles, the moon would be in position again, a sorrowful night it would be.

Somewhere out there, her son roamed the forrest, searching for a meal for the night. She breathed a deep sigh and looked at her reflection. The memories of that night had grown stronger the closer she came to this spot. Now every time she rested, the events played in her head. She held back a holwing song.

Far away a disturbance barely pushed at her ears, it was a song, a song she knew of. Only she and her lover had known it.... Memories began to flood back, and Silver Claw ignored them, focusing in on where it drifted from. For the first time in 500 years... Selene felt the warmth of hope and happyness fill her.

:NAME: Aderas Keegan

: SPECIES: Elf

: AGE: Several Thousand

: GENDER: Male

: ALLIANCE: Good

: APPEARANCE: He, as could be expected, is rather fair-faced as an elf. Years on the field have given him a bit more musculature than many of his kin, but he has no visible blemishes or scars visible, save an unsightly, and thus usually covered, scar along the length of his left arm from shoulder to wrist.
His hair is a pure white, going down to his mid-back, and surprisingly does not hinder him in battle... usually. Despite even weeks of hunting or strenuous work, his hair almost always retains a silky texture to it, belying his rugged duty. In addition to this however he has no facial hair, and not much to speak of on his chest either.
His ears smoothly glide backwards near his skull, covered by his hair until they taper out to point about an inch away from his head.
His eyes are a curious mention as well, being that they change color as his mood changes. Generally, as he is in a calm and controlled state, his eyes will remain a blue of various shades, though they change frequently during conversation, battle, or any number of activities.
He is also quite tall, as are many of the 'high borne' he is a member of, but taller than most even at six foot eight. Despite this however he remains as agile and crafty as a clever footpath, and can sneak in and out of certain quarters with relative ease.
He generally bears about him the smell of the wild world, be it the ocean or the woods, or deep under earth. Sometimes he will carry about him the smell of spices however.
His voice like his physical self is strong, but has a softness to it that covers it's power. It would be foolish to say his voice was perfect, but it was usually calm, cheerful, confident, and uplifting to those around him. (Taken from his profile page.)
He is 6'8" tall, and 218 Lbs.

: PERSONALITY: Aderas tends to believe in the greater good of the world. Despite his limited contact with what most people would call sentient creatures, he always has a gentlemanly order about him, and is generally polite even to those he does not like. He is however guarded in his dealings with most people, careful not to let his guard down too much. He is, despite his kindness, not overly trusting of the outside world and it's dealings.
He does have a large, forgiving heart, which is often attempted to be used against him, then turned right around on the abuser. He is not one to allow injustices be passed, and this can lead him into trouble which he more than readily accepts for the greater good, more often than not. Some would say he is a youthful idealist, and they may not be wrong, but he has a tendency to help others when he can.
On the negative side, he tends to be a bit disregarding of local authorities, depending on the region. Oft can he be seen thrown from a city after sneaking into a private meeting between the king and his advisers, though he usually has a reason for it, even if it's purely mischievous. Part of this reason is to underline that he is in fact not at all related to any form of authority, convincing most.

: ABILITIES:
Enhanced Sight, and Hearing. This is due to his being an elf of course, but because of his years upon years of traveling the wilds his senses are even more acute than even many of his brethren. He can also see better in low-light situations, and his eyes adjust better to darkness.
Minor healing. He can use some amount of magic amongst himself to create a slight healing energy. It isn't much use beyond cuts and scrapes, unless given enough time on a more damaging wound. Usually for something drastic he will compliment his medical skills with the healing. He can also use the magic to work against certain sicknesses or poison.
Ability to go unseen. Meaning, he can blend with his surroundings very well, even if he's out in the open. People tend to not notice him. This may be attributed to some magical cause as well.
Good shot. Meaning... he's a good shot with his bow.
Endurance. Due to spending most of his life in the wilds, he has plenty of endurance. He can run for a good while if needed, and doesn't react much to pain. Due to his line of work, he is experienced in resisting torture of various methods.
Mental Protection. In addition to his physical endurance, he has a mental barrier which prevents others from sensing, or penetrating his mind, which helps him move around without being noticed. However if he allows a presence he feels comfortable with, they may attempt to do as they will.

: DISADVANTAGES:
Enhanced Sight and Hearing. Because they are more sensitive, it takes them longer to adjust to louder sounds in close proximity, or sudden bright lights.
Minor healing. He seems reluctant to use it usually, at least around others.
Ability to go unseen. Sometimes, he forgets this and might startle someone accidentally.
Good shot- doesn't mean he can't miss.
Endurance- Enough pain will of course still hurt.
Mental Protection. While it is a barrier between him and telepaths, he may miss a call for help from some such creature, for better or worse. Often however he is able to discern a malicious presence from that of a peaceful one, and react accordingly.

: HISTORY: Far too long to relate here.

: FAMILY/FRIENDS/ENEMIES: He has three siblings, one older male, and a younger male and twin sister. He has many friends, particularly among his Mercenary organization and it's contacts. His enemies consist of those who would disrupt the peace of nature.

: ANYTHING ELSE?: Not at the moment, though if it's requested/I think of something I will make note of it.

: IN CHARACTER ENTRANCE:
A man in ragged robes and cloaks wanders through the woods, nearly silent in his slow traversing. Blue eyes burn through the dark under the hood he wears, looking ahead with assurance as to his path. The man himself has no set path however, and has simply spotted something of interest.
After several minutes of walking, he finds his way to the edge of a long, winding dirt road, seemingly devoid of traffic. His ears twitch this way and that as he looks around, listening for any life that does not belong within the woods. Hearing nothing but the sounds of birds, the distant wind of a coming storm, the waving of the trees... he stands on the road for a moment until catching himself lost in the woodland and it's splendor. Without a moment more, the slightly visible figure on the road disappears back into the woods silently, to continue his aimless wanderings.

Sorry, sorry... I was getting busy with a heck of a lot of other stuff... @__@
I'll put it in Quote so it's shorter...

Name: Firewing Omio Asylum Nightroad Nilida Stormshadow Taranoshi Silvertongue Masamune. (Omio for short.)

Species: Firewing. Modified Human, with Elemental abilities.

Age: 27. [[09/20/1981]]

Gender: Male

Alliance: Good, yet neutreal.

Appearance: Height: 5' 11½", Weight: 140 lbs without weapons. Click.

Personality: He's nice on the outside, but he's really a rold person, but then there's one MORE layer for those lucky enough to puncture him that far.

Abilities: Can cauterize wounds, burn people, houses, buildings, turn the entier area within a mile into lava... ...a lot of destruction, but it's rare to see it in use.

Disadvantages: Uhm... ...yeah, blatantly ice is his weakness. He's also got something for those without parents.

History: Too long to list, thank you.

Family/Friends/Enemies: No family, friends or the like that haven't shown themselves as such.

Other: Omio has a reputation in other places. Don't mention him.

IC Entrance: He then wandered into the area, with a red flowing robe, and only the Tetsui strapped to his side. He didn't want to wear too much to intimidate people, but to mistake him for someone weak was another thing altogether. He was a tactician, and tacticians weren't something to underestimate. Ever. Sure, he seemed to be weak and feeble and all, but he was stronger than meets the eye. Anyone whom uses an image to judge would be toast.

Either which way, he was walking until he walked straight into a tree. This resulted in Omio falling backwards in a rather silly fashion, and a small red mark showing on his forehead from the impact. Sure, he's smart, but he isn't always that quick - but then again, he wasn't paying attention. He was thinking more about the past. His dead parents, his sister, whom was probably dead... That's not the matter, though. Omio was still on his arse, soon beginning to complain a bit about said fall. "Where the heck did that tree come from? I didn't see one for the next half-mile..."

Good, work, Omio. And welcome. Hop right into the IC.
Same for you, Aderas. Well done.

:NAME: Kestrel

: SPECIES: Dragon Rider/Half Angelic/Half dragon [More so dragon-rider than anything I dont plan on any super powers xD I just like the half and half ]

: AGE: 386 [ Looks about 20 in human years ]

: GENDER: Female

: ALLIANCE: Neutral


: APPEARANCE: [...to lazy to type >__>; plus visual is better= D ]
Height ~ 5'9"
Weight ~ 170

Image of Cail =3



: PERSONALITY: Open Minded. Fighter. Loyal. Kind
Open Minded ~ Though she is young Kestrel has a very open mind, she does her best to understand the world around her, she accepts others and do not judge them for who or what they are or have done
Fighter ~ Although she is kind she is still a fighter, she fights for what she believes in and would stand alone amongst the world to protect her honor, friends, and Hail her dragon companion
Loyal~ Though she doesn't have any friends she is very loyal to the forest and those she watches over
Kind~ Living within the forest her whole life it had tought her to be Kind and gental to life itself

: ABILITIES:
Shape shifting ~ Since she had decided to become a rider the first ability she learned was how to shape her body and mind in to that of an animal so that if needed it would be easy to escapse if ever captured, she usually takes on the appearance of a red wolf or grey wolf
Embers tongue ~ This allows her to communicate with other creatures that do not speak a 'human' language through mind waves.
Moon Shadow ~ Living within the Forest her whole life and born Half wolf-demon, when using the ability Moon Shadow she is able to blend with the darkness and her surrounding, when the moon is visible in he sky
illusions ~ Given the surrounding Kestrel is very skilled in creating illusions where it be, person, place, or thing




DISADVANTAGES:
Shape shifting ~ She remains in wolf form most of the time, therefor hunters often mistake her for a rather large wolf
Embers Tongue ~ Embers tongue can also be looked at as a curse, since she communicates this with mind waves there have been many times shes mistaken what has been said and what she says
The weak~ Kestrel has a soft heart and also views herself as a protector of mankind, and those who are less superior to herself, this however can be a great Disadvantage to her
Ego~ She believe in herself a lot, however there are times she just doesn't know when to back down


: HISTORY:
Since her parents love were truly forbidden, Angel and Dragon... it was the wish of God himself and her Seraphim father that she'd be given to a family where she would never be able to meet her biological parents and live a normal life. Although Kestrel knew of course of her real parents, and knew that she herself would be labeled as half and half nothing more, nothing less. When she realized that she would live quite some time and that her adoptive parents and brother would eventually grow old and die Kestrel decided to wish them luck and set out on her own not being able to see them die.
: Family
Bioligical father ~ Seraphim [ highest amongst the rank of angelic Hierarchy]
Biological mother ~ Half Wolf-Demon
Adoptive father ~ Human
Adoptive mother ~ Human
Adoptive brother ~ Human
Friends
Cail - Her bestfriend and dragon companion


: ANYTHING ELSE?:
Nopee =3