Description
5'6, long black and white striped hair, ember green eyes, black ears with white tips, dressed in either a black, gold, and red kimono, black and red kimono, red and gold kimono, or and black and gold kimono, leather fur lined footsies.
Personality
Sweet, kind hearted, gentle, hard headed when battling. smooth, quick, and cocky.
Equipment
double blade edged, red dragon fang, Ivy fang(poison)
History
An orphaned half breed demon left for dead, her mother and father killed by balors. Dirty, nasty, strong, intelligent demons. Lonely Souls mother, Kanina was human, her father, Dartamia was demon. Left in the hands of the freezing winter night, the hut destroyed to millions of pieces, blood splattered over the snowy grounds around her. At the age of 2, she knew nothing of survival in the wilderness. What young child would? Crying out at the top of her lungs in hopes that her cries would be heard, her luck shined upon her as a kind, gentle hearted woman in the name of Lady Ocelot was walking in the wilderness and heard the cry for help. Walking to the mangled mess she noticed a bundled up, shivering object laying in the snow waiting to die. Slowly walking over to it, she took a peak and to her sight she gasped and noticed the half frozen child. Scooping the child in her arms, Lady Ocelot placed the child in her warm kimono and carried her off to a warm, safe place where the child could have food and shelter from the harsh winter times. Smiling upon the child, Lady Ocelot took it upon herself to adopt the young child, and later noticing that the child would forever be in her debt.
So begins...
Kragum gave Fesna a hard nod, and tried for the door. To both of their surprise it was unlocked!
Fesna grabbed Kragum's face, gave him a hard smooch, and pulled him through the door.
His head swam. A kiss! He followed her blindly through the door.
Shael blinked, and he found himself somewhere he did not expect. His memory was fuzzy as if he had awoken from a half-remembered dream.
“Hello?” He called out to the emptiness. “I’m afraid I’m a bit lost, and I don’t remember how I got here.”
A tall skeletal figure wandered the void. Zal’hagun scanned the impenetrable darkness with fleshless eyes that glowed with necromantic energy. His ancient robes, worn and tattered yet still bearing an air of nobility, flowed behind him.
“Well…” He hissed into the nothingness. “This is… problematic.”
Leon dropped his shot glass and reached for his revolver. How did he get here? He listened carefully for any sound in the pervasive darkness. His teeth clenched in frustration.
“I don’t have time for this. Need to find a way out…”
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Well, this was interesting. One moment he was taking a bath in the kitchen sink, of course it was more him trying to wash the dishes in the sink and ended upo taking a bath anyway. And then kapoof, he was in a flower meadow. But he still had his scrub brush and his collar so he wasnt naked. that in and of itself was a good thing. For the moment
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Elanna Torres opened her eyes after what seemed like an eternity. She didn't remember how she got here, and she didn't seem to know where she was at, drifting in an infinite void. She ran her hands on her body, the polished leather of her sam browne, and the sleek casing of her disruptor. She reached into a leather pouch, and clicked on a small LED flashlight, shining it into the void.
Heralding Rymesis examined the Void Dust carefully. He's run across it before...but her looked around at the vast emptiness. He knew not where he was, but remembered where he should have been. After many a millennia, there would not be a soul that could transport him without his will. So he was a bit expected, despite his old bones and indifference towards certain adventurous proclivities.
"Well, I suppose Gambit's is no more." For that is the last thing he remembers.
He knew it was time to have a little fun. The divine nature of him being where he was certainly screamed 'higher power'. So, He was sure that meant there were new places to explore and to people to help. Or at the very least, new worlds to explore and pupils to be had. Explorers always came a knocking whenever he stayed anywhere too long.
"Oh Ho! Time to move it!" Heralding exclaimed.
Quickpaw Hurojo awakes after having been asleep for several years. Around the area was only void. It was empty. Dark. Cold. "Where... where have the spirits placed me?" He started patting his body all over; ensuring that he was corporeal. "Not dead; that's a plus." Though there was no time to lose. If he was corporeal, that likely means that he could return to the world he knew, and hopefully return to his king. He began running, hoping to find an exit to this ethereal obscurity.
Sibael Rhodwyn looked around, finally staring one of the strangers in the face, "I don't remember you. Any of you, to be frank."