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• Name: Lune Atik Forsoor
• Age: 15
• Species: Avian
• Lune stands at 4’11 in height with a slim figure not really suited to physical labor so much as climbing and evading things. He has dark brown feathers mingling among a larger amount of black feathers making it seem like highlights when in all actuality it is natural. He got those large glistening chestnut brown eyes that not many find themselves able to resist. His clothing is a sleeveless shirt with a leather shawl-like cover for his shoulders exposing his fore-arm feathers fully. His waist feathers only poke out as tips beneath his baggy rags he passes for pants and shoes are unheard of for the child. The feathers that pass off for hair on an Avian are done up and shaped into backwards Mohawk pointing at his back and going to the small of his back like most Lune’s naturally have. As for distinguishing marks Lune has a red diamond tattooed over his left eye and a rather nasty scar disrupting the feathers on his left forearm. Accessories for Lune include goggles that almost always around his neck unless he’s actually using them for whatever purpose and a small messenger bag containing the various survival tools.
• Personality: He’s young, rash and about as obnoxious as they get. Sure he knows how to survive in even the most hostile environment but why help someone who doesn’t if he doesn’t get a thing out of it? Mercantile to the core Lune hardly does a thing without some sort of benefit to him in some way.
• Occupation: Adventurer
• Weapons: Uses a long barreled hunting rifle that makes him fly every time he shoots it.
• Just like every Avian Lune has traveled the world exploring it since a very young age and always striving for flight. He used to stow away on ships to go from port to port and quickly experienced the entire world. Things were looking fine until he was caught as a stowaway by Cecilia. He was almost immediately put to work in the Crow’s Nest. This job is of course ideal for the boy because of his love for the sky. But despite that fact he still finds it in his self to cause a ruckus.
  
  Level: 2
  Endurance: 9
  Strength: 16
  Arcane: 0
  Agility: 24
  Intellect: 19

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* Name: Nykca Grender
* Age: 20
* Species: Gaian
* A physical description: Nykca is just about the cutest guy you'll ever meet. No I don't mean cute like handsome. I mean cute like if you haven't seen him with his clothes off you'll think he's a girl. He's always been that way with bright blue orbs for eyes and dainty little hands and even a semi-small stature only getting to 5'4 without the aid of anything. But he really doesn't mind this because he's convinced himself that he's a girl. So he dresses like a girl too, often just wearing pants and a shirt anyways since the workplace can be unforgiving on anything elaborate but he has been seen in a dress or two. His brown hair is cut short at the back letting the front reach down to the tops of his eyes. The boy doesn't bear any unique marks beyond that and despite his incredible clumsiness has avoided most serious injuries.
* Personality: Well the easiest way to put it is a ray of sunshine. This 'girl' is always smiling, if you've seen something besides a smile consider yourself lucky. Why always smiles even in dire situations? Because a smile can help anyone feel better.
* Occupation: Medic
* Weapons: No weapons on this little one
* A BRIEF history: What's there to say really? Grew up in a big town where no one cared to help anyone but he hated to see all the pain so underwent medical training. Shortly after completing his training he went out adventuring trying to help the people of the world but instead found himself on a sky pirate's ship tending to the injured.
* Level- 1
Endurance- 7 (5+2class)
Strength- 2
Arcane- 22
Agility- 1
Intellect-30 (20+5class+5racial)

Name: Vona Dertly
Age: 58
Species: Tiefling
A physical description: Vona stands at a meager 5'1" tall. Her skin is well tanned and she has a fairly athletic build. Vona's hair reached to about her shoulders, a very deep and dark blue in color, perfectly straight, and quite shiny in the right light. Eyes a sad shade of purple, reflective of many long, melancholic years. Her outfit is simple, and leans more towards function than fashion. She can usually be found wearing shorts that go below her knees, with very large pockets, and generally of a darker color palette. Her top almost always consists of a sleeveless white shirt, she also has a long sleeved black jacket for when the weather becomes unfavorable. The only accessory she wears is a pocket watch turned necklace, more often than not she is also bare foot. The two horns on her head are black and spiral shaped, only about 3 inches in length. Her tail is also black, about a foot and half long, usually sticking out of a custom whole in her pants.
Personality: Curious, witty, and patient. She will often take things apart to see how they work, regardless of whether someone may or may not need it.
Occupation: Engineer.
Weapons: A rifle and set of two identical pistols, all of which she made herself. She uses her magic abilities to make special enchanted rounds for her guns.
History: Vona lead a very unassuming life, she traveled with her parents (Who were also engineers) On the many airships they repaired and serviced. All of what she was taught, she learned from her parents. Once she was of a mature age, she left her parents to find a life for herself. She soon discovered the prejudice one receives from being a tiefling, she was mostly sheltered from it during her time with her parents. This rude awakening had a strong impact on Vona, she began to become more reclusive, staying out of cities and populated areas as much as possible. Her tan skin is the result of living about 40 years out on the beach of a very large lake on one of the islands. There was a junkyard she would frequent nearby, owned by another tiefling, most of her personal inventions and gadgets were made with parts from this junkyard. Only very recently has she moved on from this location. Despite the many years mostly alone and the social rejection shown to her by most, she is not anti-social.
Level: 1
Endurance: 10
Strength: 5
Arcane: 17
Agility: 12
Intellect: 18

Name: Valencia Reynard
Age: 20
Species: Besterian
A physical description: covered in reddish brown hair, has a slightly longish tail that is slightly fluffy, ears are slightly wide, both ears and tail are tipped in darker red-brown fur, tail having rings of varying widths along it's length, has a diamond shaped marking in the darker red-brown colour on her forehead, eyes are a dark green colour. small lithe body, about 4' 9 in height. usually wears a tunic and trousers, a belt keeping them in place, a small silver band around her right wrist.
Personality: quiet and cunning, paranoid and very superstitious
Occupation: Thief
Weapons: throwing daggers hidden on her person
A BRIEF history: Valencia has been a thief from a very young age. She was a orphan and grew up on the streets, learning to steal to survive. She usually runs if a situation gets sticky, but if cornered, she can put up a decent fight.

Level: 1
ENDURANCE: 10
STRENGTH: 17
ARCANE: 5
AGILITY: 25
INTELLECT: 5

Name: Ezra Rae Marque
Age : 17
Species Tiefling
A physical description: She stands to be about 5 ft 7, has a slender frame that isn’t toned, A bit busty, with lightly tanned skin. Ezra has ocean blue eyes, pale pink lips, and long wavy dark Red hair. Her black horns are typically hidden by a magic spell and then a black head band that she wears constantly. Her tail is tied up under her dress it is long black with a sharp spade at the end. Ezra also has claws though they are thankfully retractable, but because of her paranoia she wears black gloves and finger armour almost constantly. (Will have a pic made soon).

Personality: It depends mainly on where she is and what mood she is in. Ezra is a bookish nerd, but she is also charming when she wants to be. Once she is comfortable in a place the girl is pretty loud and vocal, but before then she is typical quiet. Ezra is also more than a little secretive and seems to often be a bit self-centered. She isn’t the type of person that you bring your problems to unless you want to solve them. More will be revealed during play.


Occupation: Apprentence Mage, student at AA.
Weapons: Wooden mage staff, and two daggers.
A BRIEF history: Ezra is the child of Tiefling parents whose whereabouts are currently unknown. What Ezra was told is that they gave the child away to a family friend who promised to keep the baby safe. Said family friend was one of the mages at the dully named, ‘Arcane Academy’ or AA. Despite the lack of creativity with titles the school is one of the finest magic schools around and the family friend, Professor Dune, enrolled Ezra as soon as she was old enough.

Currently the student is in her final year of the schooling where the young mages are sent out of the Academy. In working with the UCO the school assigns each student to a job where a mage is needed or could be needed. The student works there for a year before they are reviewed for graduation. If it’s a good review they graduate if not then they don’t. Ezra has been on the ship only two weeks.

Stats: Level 3 bitches!!
Edurance: 9
Strength: 6
Arcane: 32
Agility: 6
Intel: 20

Name: Julias Hyde

Age: 27

Species: Tiefling

Physical description: 5’9 with darting eyes and a short set of sharp horns. His red hair and skin mark him quite obviously as a Tiefling. While nervous his long and whiplike tail never stops moving, though he normally prefers to keep it and the rest of his red exterior hidden from view, to avoid the persecution that surrounds his race.

Personality: Quiet and highly observant Julias prefers to wait and plot rather than get in a fist fight. His main joy in life is the skies, and he rarely feels at ease anywhere other than in his fighter, The Valkyrie. He doesn’t give his allegiance or his trust easily but will never betray a friend.

Occupation: Pilot

Weapons: Long pistol with a scope

History: Julias came from a relatively well off family, but was never comfortable with staying anywhere very long, feeling vulnerable and restless. He started training as a pilot as soon as he came of age, and likes nothing better than a competitive race or challenge when in the skies. Following in the steps of many of his race he has become quiet adept with magic, though he prefers to avoid revealing his skills to all but his most trusted companions.

Partly because of his affinity with the skies and planes the majority of his magic specializes on wind based techniques, most of which he employs while flying.

Posts (p.1-6): 11

Level: 2

ENDURANCE: 6
STRENGTH: 3
ARCANE: 34
AGILITY: 7
INTELLECT: 18

* Cairne Black
* Age: 24 Years
* Race: Gaian
* Appearance: Auburn hair, longest in front, side parted. Short in back. He stands 5'8", and has a slim body that has been tempered over years of being an air pirate. Wears dark brown leather armor, enchanted to protect from basically anything other than bashing weapons due to it's flexibility. Slightly tanned from the sun. Very light green eyes, almost an opaque shade. Has a very unreliable air about him that some may find attractive. He doesn't care. He robs people for a living anyways. Slightly angular eyes, as the rest of his face is also angular, including his prominent cheekbones. The Black Brigade insignia is on his left shoulder.
* Personality: Charismatic and charming, though he doesn't try too hard.. He tends to befriend people, even if his occupation is questionable. But he can also be sardonic and cynical at times.
* Occupation: Engineer ----
Air Pirate and leader of the Black Brigade. Owner of the Ragnarok, an old but strangely advanced ship, inherited from his pirating uncle.
Keeps everything in the most tip top shape, not to mention mans the ArCannons. (Arcane Cannons fire magical energy instead of normal cannonballs.)
* Weapons: Dual Magnums, magical clips that supply 100 bullets each before needing to be charged off of arcane energy. These are as powerful as your standard bullet... they just last longer. Also uses kicks and rolls to keep enemies at a distance.
* History: Born in the streets of some city far away, Cairne knows what goes on in the streets and knows to mind his own business... which happens to be air pirating. He is an opportunist and will always go where the gold says to go. That doesn't mean he isn't an idiot... he only robs when it is worth it. I.E., wealthy victims, famous victims, etc. He always puts on a grand show.
LEVEL DOS
* END: 6
STR: 8 + 2 class Bonus = 10
ARC: 12
AGI: 14
INT: 16 + 10 race+class bonus = 26

* Name Ethan Darerasael
* Age :18
* Species :Tiefling
* A physical description ( image pending): This demon stands at 5'11, his skin a blood red. His eyes were a nice shade of yellow, with no pupils or iris. His hair stops just over his eyebrows, and normal length in the back that matches the front. He has the chliche devil horns on the top of his forehead, poking out of his hair. They aren't long horns, and he keeps them trimmed when they start to grow. His body is slightly muscular, but not ulta mega. Last is his demonic whip like tail with the classic arrowhead shape at the end. His wings have yet to appear, which is normal of most of his kind.

His clothing is rather simple. His shirt is the basic cloth light blue shirt, tight, and fitting. His pants are faded gray, held up by a brown belt, a gun holster hanging from it on the left side. He also wears a dark blue cloak at times. Metallic armbands rest on each arm. He carries around a brown leather backpack, containing most of his medic supplies.

* Personality : He is comical and bright for starters. He can be rather cunning at times, and likes to voice his opinion. In most cases, he will put other before himself, such as becoming injured while saving a teammate. Although he doesn't care for it, there are times when his demonic side is unleashed.

* Occupation : Medic
* Weapons : Medical tools if needed, but mostly uses a .45 revolver. Both arms have armbands that house various medical equipment, some very hazardous. These must be cleaned, and require some things to be re filled/ replaced.
* A BRIEF history : There isn't anything rather important about his history. He's the last of his family, and enjoyed being a doctor.

Level: 2
Endurance: 15
Strength: 7
Arcane: 20
Agility: 7
Intellect: 19

Magic uses: All come from his hands.
Painkiller- Numbs pain in the patient.
Knock out- Sort term paralysis. An hour at most.
Create Water- Able to create around 4 four gallons at a time, can be pressurized and used as a cannon. About enough force to knock you over, possibly out.
Intense Cold- Freezes the object, person, etc. Cold enough to preserve. Takes longer the bigger the object is.

Name: Damien Cain
Age: 24
Species: Gaian
Appearance: A bit on the short side at 5'6", messy brown hair adorns his cranium, held back slightly by a short ponytail, his gray eyes shielded by a pair of safety goggles. He is usually seen in a pair of stained blue overalls, a red shirt, an oversized rubber glove on his right hand, and thick steel-capped boots. A belt hangs on his waist, loaded with most of his equipment: left holster houses a variety of minute wrenches and screwdrivers, right holster houses a welding gun, and several pouches contain nuts and bolts.
Personality: He is quite the loner, preferring to spend his time in the engine room with the machinery, constantly tinkering. When forced to interact with people, he possesses a tongue of venom, always satirical and sarcastic. He is ambidextrous.
Occupation: Engineer
Weapons: The welding gun, and a really big spanner he lugs around all the time. (think polearm sized spanner)
History: Little is known about his past. It is sometimes speculated that he was abused as a child.

Level: 2
End: 8
Str: 15
Arc: 12
Agi: 8
Int: 25

Name- Kairen Rowland

Age -39

Species-Gaian.

A physical description (can substitute with an image)- He is medium height, approximately 6 feet, rounded shoulders and a medium build, leaning on the wiry side, his fingers are long compared to his palm. His shoulders are rounded. He has a thin face, high cheekbones, and a stern jaw line. His eyes, however, are a bright violet colour and have a happy glimmer to them. His hair is a matte black, appearing to be a midnight blue in the correct light, and is straight. He wears his hair long, down to the shoulder, but keeps the bangs out of his eyes. His nose is average, slightly thinner than usual. He wears a long, white robe with split down the middle, like a kimono. The trim is red. Beneath the robe is a black set of cloth trousers and a shirt, both of which are plain and average in appearance. He wears sandals with thongs that wrap all the way up to his shin. The sandals are a dirt brown colour, with the ties being slightly lighter in hue.

Personality- Kairen is calm at all times, always thinking of all possible solutions/routes that a situation can take; due to this, he possesses a certain aura of calm. He always appears to be attentive, and in another way, distant. He prefers not to involve himself in a problem until he realizes exactly how a solution can be reached, even if it requires that the conflict is allowed to heat up slightly. He is a rather pensive personality. Kairen despises being in a position of permanent authority, although he will take a lead while solving a conflict.

Kairen is generally a charismatic individual. Kairen is talkative only when mediating or making a first impression; otherwise he stands off, observing the actions of others to gain more insight into their personalities. It goes without saying that Kairen is strongly opposed to violence and refuses the use of all “weapons”, but does possess some magical talent.

Occupation- Mediator

Weapons (includes any kind of physical abilities)- As a mediator, he uses no weapons..at all. His only weapon is his voice, and some magic.

A BRIEF history (Don't prattle on and on, you'll give me a headache)- Kairen was trained at a younger age in the Academy, but never wanted to be a professional magi; instead, he took an interest in avoiding combat all together. He often served as a middle man in conflicts between air ships or islands, negotiating a reasonable alternative for both sides.

The man grew up with an emotionally difficult life, his father being a entrepreneur of a food store. When his mother died in an air ship accident when he was 15, his father dove into a life of drinking and brawling, using up all the wealth he had saved on alcohol. When Kairen was 17, his father was murdered by loaners when he failed to pay of his drinking debt. From that day on, Kairen has strived for peace.

Your stats list, appropriately pointed. (We WILL check.)

Level:1
Endurance- 6
Strength- 4
Arcane- 18+2 (Mediator bonus) =20
Agility-7
Intellect- 17+10 (Class and race bonus) =25

* Name: Zieg T. Gurion
* Age: 13
* Species: Besterian
* A physical description (can substitute with an image): Zieg is a short young Besterian standing at a height of 4'1" and weighing 78 pounds. His fur is orange with random black stripes everywhere. Zieg's ears have a eight gold hoop piercings, four on each ear. His tail being striped as well has a gold bracelet with writing etched on it. Zieg also has a constant eye twitch going on. hiss outfit consists of AN6530 Goggles always on his head. He wears a tatter red shirt and a black denim jacket with patches all over. His pants below the knees look like several pieces of random cloth was sewn together.
* Personality: Zieg is the kind of the person who always picks a fight and talk smack to make him look tough due to his short stature. People have also called him crazy and/or insane due to his insane pilot skills, schizophrenia, and quad barreled shotgun that always has no ammo but that isn't the real reason right?
* Occupation: Pilot
* Weapons (includes any kind of physical abilities): Quad barreled shotgun and a pocket knife.
* A BRIEF history (Don't prattle on and on, you'll give me a headache): From the first moment as a baby, all Zieg wanted to do and only do is fly. Zieg is a very successful pilot, he is known as 'The Flying Tiger' being the youngest pilot ever. He has a very small ship of his own highly modified for speed.
* Your stats list, appropriately pointed. (We WILL check.):
Level: 2
Endurance:5
Strength:5
Arcane:0
Agility: 22 + 6 = 28
Intellect: 30

* Name: Nicodemus (Nic) Ben Gurion
* Age: 26
* Species: Besterians
* A physical description: Nic is tall, for his race. 5' 1'' and damn proud of it! His fur is primarily white with black stripes. Known to some Gaians as, tigers. He is not overly muscular but is well built.
* Personality: Nic is very sarcastic and can be a pessimist at times. That often gets him into trouble He has a tremendous fear of heights only when he can see how high up he is. He is an avid music fan and would make any attempt to listen to anything with a beat.
* Occupation: Mage
* Weapons: Nic wields a staff and that is what he uses for combat. The staff is not a full walking stick it is actually more of a rod. It channels his magical power and when he out of range of his staff he loses control of his powers. He doesn't rely on its power only to control himself.
He specializes in Ice for combat, this includes water. A signature spell of his is that he casts his arms in ice and creates blades out of them.
Of course he isn't without other spells. More arcane but what mage is a mage without them?
* A history: Nic didn't live with his powers all of his life. It was actually normal until he came of age. On his sixteenth birthday precisely at midnight reality was altered. His home was immediately destroyed. The whole town was covered with ice and snow, the local wizard quickly took action and took Nic away from his town and was never seen again.
My reasoning for not being an apprentice Mage. He has been taught magic since the local wizard took him and that "rod" is all that he has learned. Since he obtained that Rod he was a prodigy. The only way that he can be an apprentice is if someone would actually want to teach him. The Rod was made and enchanted by the Local wizard and became a legend in itself.

Level: 1
Endurance: 5
Strength: 4
Arcane: 20+5=25
Agility: 5+1=6
Intellect: 20+2=22

Name: Rakemund Dev`ion
Age: 27
Species: Gaian
Occupation: Soldier
Weapons: One scimitar, one standard sword, and three knives hidden in his clothing.
Appearance:

Personality: Straight forward guy in both words and actions.
Breif History: Well, he grew up with a blade in arm to specialize in. Soon, at age, became a "Soldiered Sky Pirate".
Level: 2 (P7)
Endurance: 14
Strength: 15 + 1 = 16
Arcane: 0
Agility: 19 + 1 = 20
Intellect: 14 + 4 = 18

Name: Aithne Blade
Age: Looks to be 5, but is mentally much, much older.
Species: Gaian
A physical description: Aithne’s feminine frame stands at a mere 4’0 and despite her childlike appearance she is extremely toned yet strong. Silky smooth dirty blonde hair drops down in layers over her shoulders, the very ends resting against the top of her buttocks. The sides of her locks frame her lightly tanned dimple induced cheeks before feathering into the rest of the tresses. Wide bubbly baby blue orbs peer out from between thick luscious lashes and unruly bangs, which usually extend slightly into them. The light dusting of freckles beneath her eyes as well as across her nose, gives her a darling appearance, which at times can be annoying because she’s not always taken seriously. Unless lounging around in her moons and stars pajamas, Aithne tends to wear a tight black sleeveless shirt along with matching black pants. The shirt has red trimming around the neckline as well as the armpit sections. Her footwear consists of a pair of black boots that buckle at the very top, almost like the old school Velcro tennis shoes. She wears a red belt around her waist to hold one of her guns along with a black belt to hold up her pants as well as holding more weapons. She has a long black duster/coat that helps hide her weapons. Whenever the weather turns cooler, she can be seen donning a red silk duster that flares out at her knees. Her favorite color of clothing happens to be black and red.

Aithne has a four-inch scar along the left side of her ribs as well as a small scar across the top of her right eyebrow. In addition to the scars she has a tattoo of a dragon across her entire back, the head of it resting on her left shoulder while the wings spread out along her mid back, the tail curling around to her waist. The main body of the dragon is black while the wings, scales and eyes are a blood red shade. The end of the tail immediately goes into a butterfly tattoo on the right side above her waist of her pants. The tattoo can be seen here but like the dragon is black and red.

The most important thing Aithne carries with her is a pair of black square wire framed sunglasses with red lenses. She also wears a black cord choker with a small black rose within a larger red rose charm and a small silver bracelet on her left wrist. In the pocket of her duster, she also carries with her a picture of her mother, siblings, and grandfather as well as a brown cowboy hat.

Personality: Cool and collect, Aithne always seems to know what to do when faced with an adverse situation. She’s slightly cocky and self-assured, but only when she has experience in what she’s doing. She seems to be able to make friends and enemies without any effort and often times it is her newfound friends that wind up giving her enemies. There is a side of her that rages like a volcano and unless kept in check, her anger much like the lava can destroy all who it touches. She enjoys any type of sport as long as it has a lot of activity. She comes off as a sweet little girl and tries to get a long with people but won’t hesitate to beat someone down if they piss her off. She often winds up getting hurt because she’s protecting someone else.

Occupation: Thief

Weapons:
Gloves: She wears a pair of red and black gloves that have circular discs in the palms. The discs are made of indestructible material and can be used to create a shield around her body or to stop an object coming towards her. Also, the gloves contain a group of hidden blades that slide forward over her knuckles with the simple flick of her wrist. Both these blades are made of a hybrid alloy and are not easily broken even by the most forceful of methods.
Caster gun: A specially made weapon that fires caster shells. She has every number that has been made, even the three most powerful ones.
Asps: Using a combination of an old shoulder harness and a pair of nylon cases, hanging against her sides, Aithne has hidden a pair of scorpions.
Daggers: Double sheathes that run the length of her lower legs house a pair of daggers. Obviously both the sheathes and daggers were created to fit her child-like legs.
Bracelet: An innocent-looking bracelet upon her right wrist is filled with many lethal throwing needles
Maaagics:She has some magical abilities although she never really focused on them or learned more about them.

BRIEF? History: [I tried!]
Michael and Makela McCoy adopted Aithne when she was three days old from a rundown hospital that burned down to the ground days later. Even though they loved her like their own, the two knew someday she would realize that their blue hair and black eye exterior was far different from her own. So, when she was three, they sat her down and had the talk about her journey thus far. Even though they did not know who her real parents were, they vowed to give her all the funds necessary to find them, if she wanted to despite her young age. Naturally, the youth was curious about her origin and set out at the age of four to locate them with the help of a family bodyguard of course. Using funds from her parents, she scoured the world, trying to find something to go off on. Months later she found out that her real parents were dead and that she had an older brother. So, turning her search from locating them to determining his location, Blade caught ships to other worlds. It was during these trips that Michael and Makela were in a freak accident aboard an air ship and died along with the other 300,000 passengers. Now completely alone, she is desperate to find a familiarity in such a cold world. A year later Aithne agreed to some specialized testing because the doctor said he knew the location of her brother. During the testing, the machine Aithne was inside malfunctioned and once she was able to break free of the machine, nothing seemed out of place. It wasn’t until she had a couple of birthdays did she stumble upon the realization that she wasn’t aging physically at all. This revelation lea her back to the lab in search of her file or someone that knew what had happened. Weeks later she found out that the machine’s malfunctioning warped her genetic code and despite the fact that she was growing older mentally, she would forever remain in her five year old form until something else came about to change that.

Stats:
Level: 1
Endurance: 13
Strength: 18
Arcane: 5
Agility: 20
Intellect: 6

* Name: Joe Kresh
* Age:27
* Species: Gaian
* A physical description : Slightly muscular build gained through a life of toil below decks fixing things, he stands at an average height of"10. He has weathered Caucasian skin, dark brown hair, which is shoulder length and bound in a tail for practical reasons, as well as a beard, which he keep's trimmed. He generally wears a pair of somewhat stained pair of blue(ish) jeans and a simple white vest.
* Personality: Usualy fairly amicable, he has been known to have outbursts, especially at other engineers. However, he is also irritatingly enigmatic, and has a habit of simply ignoring questions asked to him, and over-reacting to others. This usually leads to the assumption that he is, just slightly, unhinged. Nonetheless, he seems perfectly, almost too perfectly, stable, rational and methodic when engrossed in his work. He Is generally annoyed by the techno babble and "Messing around" carried out by his counterparts, and prefers straight forward "Hit it with a wrench" approaches.
* Occupation: Engineer
* Weapons: A pretty archaic revolver style handgun and any tool he has to hand (Such as a wrench). Always has his tool belt, which contains a fairly alarming host of...well tools.
* A BRIEF history: Little is really known about joes past. What Is known that He was an up and coming engineer aboard a commercial hauling ship. When it transpired he was stealing vital engine components and replacing them with shoddy hand made replacements, he was dismissed, and has been drifting from ship to ship ever since, working for anyone who can pay him.
* Your stats list, appropriately pointed.
LEVEL 1
ENDURANCE: 3
STRENGTH: 15 (+3)
ARCANE: 10
AGILITY: 2
INTELLECT: 20 (+5)

Name Kira Yamatag
Age 21
Species Besterian
A physical description (can substitute with an image)http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c347/kiyasamaera/My%20Master%20Pieces/?action=view&current=KiraYamatag.jpg (I realize I forgot the tail I'll edit it in later)
Personality Kira is generally a tom boy and loves to get dirty. She's a very friendly girl who always tries to have fun with things, but doesn't have a problem buckling down when things get serious. She always loves to take the lead of things and make sure everyone is doing their job.
Occupation Engineer
Weapons: Generally, she's not much of a fighter, but she does know her way around a pistol. However, she doesn't tolerate slackers and if she finds you are slacking off you can bet she'll swap you upside the head with a wrench
A BRIEF history Kira was born from a long line of pilots, and was taught how to fly. The thing is she prefered taking the planes apart then flying them. At the age of ten she built her first plane, and even though her parents didn't like it they still supported her. Generally, Kira's been taking on some odds and end jobs to make a living for herself.
Your stats list, appropriately pointed.
Level Destroyed: 1
Level Now: 2
Species: Besterian
Occupation: Engineer
ENDURANCE: 5+1=6
STRENGTH: 15(+2)=17+3=20
ARCANE: 10
AGILITY: 5(+5)=10+2=12
INTELLECT:15(+5)=20

This sounds like an awesome mix of Steamboy, the Edge Chronicles, and Myridian. I'd love in if its still open.

Name: Jace Star
Age: 17
Species: Gain
A physical description (can substitute with an image): http://Lasaro.deviantart.com/art/Yours-truly-56510892 with a
Personality: Very loyal friend. He only feels at home in the sky, and loves heights and to fly. He is constantly full of wonderlust, and can't stand to stay in one place for long, always wanting to follow the air currents through the sky
Occupation: Pilot.
Weapons (includes any kind of physical abilities): A pistol, a short sword, and minor lightning manipulation abilities, but he is not skilled or well versed in any of these, all of his knowledge coming from experience.
A BRIEF history (Don't prattle on and on, you'll give me a headache) He was born on a skyship, to a Sky Pirate Captain and his wife. When he was 9 his father was murdered, and he and his mother settled down in a town. When he turned 13 he could no longer stand living there, he had to be in the sky, and ran away joining a sky pirate crew. He has made ammends with his mother, and sends her money, and has worked his way up the ranks these last 4 years.
Your stats list, appropriately pointed. (We WILL check.)
LEVEL: 1
ENDURANCE: 8
STRENGTH: 7
ARCANE: 15
AGILITY: 16
INTELLECT: 16

It appears that this is the way to go to apply. Here is my profile:

Malouf (MAY-loff) Westminster
Age 31
Avian
Physical Description:He has a beautiful mane of feathers running down his head in red, green and blue. Above his sideburns, his feathers have been repositioned to flick upwards so his eyebrows seemed to continue a long while before they ended. On the left side of his face is a long, jagged scar, barren of feathers wherever it touches, extending from the top of his head to the bottom of his jaw. He wears an almost constant intense stare right past you. He wears a red trench coat with gold and silver trim and a brown vest and black trousers beneath. He has three belts: one properly put on and two tied loosely on opposite sides of him. On his 'center belt is a pistol to his right, and on either sides of him are two sheathed butterfly swords with beautifully crafted handles and a vicious blade.
Personality: He's a gallant. His very walk is fine-tuned to be impressive and showy. It's a wonder he's not rich -- he definitely looks it.
Occupation: Pilot
Weapons: A pistol and two beautifully crafted butterfly swords.
History: He was the son of what would've been one of the first non-Gaian nobles. Unfortunately, a group of Gaians killed Malouf's father and almost killed him. He was left with his mother, homeless for most of his childhood. Shortly after, his mother sent him for apprenticeship to a locally renowned pilot for the local air defense. He learned basic plane repair from him and became a rather accomplished flier. When he reached his twenties, he worked for an important shipping company chasing away pirates. After he learned his mother died, he went off on his own in a fit of depression, stealing the plane and some equipment for himself, and happened to come across one particular pirate airship. Unfortunately for him, his plane still bore the anti-piracy banner.

Technical Stuff:
Level: 1
Species: Avian
Occupation: Pilot
ENDURANCE: 7
STRENGTH: 10 (5+5)
ARCANE: 15
AGILITY: 15 (13+2)
INTELLECT: 15 (10+5)