I'm reserving a male chosen. I will have a profile up within 24 hours. I will be gone most of the day today, so don't expect it til late tonight or perhaps early tomorrow. :/

Name: Kira Tenshin
Age: 146
Gender: Male
Character: Truthteller

Hair and Eye colour:Dark Brown hair. However, the hair is so dark it is commonly mistaken for Black. Kira also has dark brown eyes.
Build: Quite a tall big build. Tends to have a arched posture and walks like a penguin sometimes.
Extra Features: Has the Arcane symbol of [i will edit when Crim gives the island a name] printed as a birthmark on his left hip.
Clothes: Kira wears a long purple robe. It is cut at the sides to allow him to move slightly faster of needed. Kira also prefers to wear sandal over shoes, arguing that it allows his spirit to be free.

Magic Ability: The magic is unknown. Rumours of the the Truthtellers being physic have pondered many thoughts. The fact that all Truthtellers have visions, has caused people to believe this is true.

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Combat Skill: Kira has never been a fighter. Kira has minimal combat skill and only wears his robe so his armour value is at a low state.. Kira prefers peace to fighting and believes the past can show us the future.
Weaknesses: Ironically Kira has a bit of a weakness for musical instruments. He believes music calms the soul

Personality: Kira is a generally nice person. He has a temper but prefers not to show it. Years of studying and living nearly alone has taught him to endure peoples faults. Kira can get naive however at times when he is put under extreme pressure. The thought of him playing a major role in saving the world scares him. He can be slightly self centred when it comes to world events. Kira does not care what happens to the outside world, so long as his island is jut the same as it always is. Kira is not fond of change, unless it is the past healing the present.
Biography: Kira was raised as a kid like a normal kid. Growing up and learning about life. But he started to see that he could have visions and see the future so to speak. He tried to communicate it with his parents but the would not understand him. Most of society looked at him oddly because of the fact that he could see these visions. He left home because of this reason and moved to and island where there was a small village. Kira settled in and one year saw that a great pest was coming to kill the crops in one of visions. After warning the villagers, they took the appropriate action and the crops were saved. While Kira was a hero for a while, slowly the people began to use him, trying to see if they could find out things before they happened. While Kira allowed himself to be used for while, he slowly twigged on and decided to leave the village. He left the village and went to a small arcane ruin. He has lived there since and tries to keep away from the villagers. although they see him as a god and provide him with bounties of food as a gift to keep the crops clean.

Name:
Alistir Joel Marcellus
Age:
176 {Ages at 1/4th the human rate- Only psychically ages once every four years. In appearance he is only 44 years old.}
Gender:
Male
Character:
Protector

Hair and Eye color:
His eyes are firm and a dark cold icy-blue color while his fine hair opposes them with a fiery red.
Build:
Standing at 5'10", and around 155-160 pounds, Alistir has a medium frame, and is in amazing shape for his age - even with being a magic user, fire is the element of power, and to create a proper balance to use his talents, he also needs to manage a healthy lifestyle. When he walks, he is brisk, not caring for lounging about and taking his time. No matter what the task his, he likes it done quickly and efficiently. His posture is always straight and firm, his feet planted in the ground and his senses on high-alert, ready for anything.
Extra Features:
His body appears to be flawless, but only because he hides his scars which is proof of the harm fire can cause. Across his chest, many red patches exist, from training accidents to... unfortunate encounters. As for the rest of his body, it is quite flawless, not baring one small blemish or scar.
Clothes:
Refer to picture.

Magic Ability:
Alistir is well-skilled in a specific elemental magic, fire, being an outmatched master in the art. His power comes from both the magic that flows inside him as well as the sun. Unfortunately during the night he loses his pyrokinetic ability to create fire but reluctantly is still able to fully bend it to his will – even though it’s not even half as destructive. Because of this he has grown quite insecure and usually sleeps close to some source of fire, whether it is a beautiful fireplace, a simple campfire, or a harmless candle. Even with only a small ounce of fire at his disposal, he is able to take it and amplify it.

Fire being one of the most difficult types of magic to use, Alistir has spent his entire life growing quite disciplined, learning not just to control the element, but his attitude as well, so in essence he would never lose control and accidentally bring harm to others - or at least those who didn't deserve it.
Combat Skill:
Fire alone is enough of a wrecking ball, so Alister sticks to using a staff, the mark of a magician. For overall use, it isn't much of a weapon nor does it enhance his abilities, but instead it is more used for defense and fending things off - very useful if you don't want to give someone a searing scar.
Weaknesses:
Besides those stated above, he is also weakened by his opposing element water, and at times air, which is annoying when harsh winds deflect his attacks or it begins to rain, snow... or anything else that is wet and cold. Yuck.

Personality:
Biography:
Living in the city of New Tunzen which is located in the heart of Dragin, a large chain of dead volcanoes surrounds/casts a shadow over the city along with a thin layer of warm mist provided by the hot springs the city is known for. The people here live wealthy relaxing lives, especially due to Alistir being a valiant protector and overseer of the city – New Tunzen's people having a lot of confidence and assurance because of him. But Alistir being one of the most powerful magicians in the current century may have something to do with that. Specifically he is a master pyro, being one of the few to study in such a challenging display of power.

He has been intrigued by fire ever since the day he was born, his parents telling him stories of how he was born as if he was dead, his eyes shut and not a single whimper escaping him. Alistir's parents called upon every healer and magician possible for assistance, but everything failed, not even making a dent to better their son's unusual condition. They believed he was doomed to death, his short-lived life coming to its final chapters; out of desperation, they prayed to their gods, calling them for help, and begging them to spare their firstborn son.

At that very moment a beautiful phoenix landed on their windowsill, hovering just over the boys crib and curiously watching Alistir with sorrow in its eyes, enough to make the creature cry. A tear landing on the boys head, the curse was broken, and Alistir’s eyes opened and let in light, and he cried. Their parents overjoyed, they had a vision that night of a powerful man with flames coming out of his hands who was training a shadowed - unknown - figure. Its purpose was clouded to them, Alistir's parents seeing no sense in the vision or dream, so they discarded it.

Time rolled on as usual, but when Alisitir was only 15, his homeland was destroyed, a day that he'll never forget. Dark forces swept over his lands like a plague, taking everything with it and engulfing it all in flames. The last thing he saw in that city were his parents being burned alive, and after that it had become too much so he fled in tears where he met an old and wise Truthteller who was observing the carnage carelessly from the outskirts of the city. "Run my child, run for fate will surely follow wherever you go. A great evil faces us all, and no matter where you go there is no escaping it. One day you will become a great master of the very thing your parents were extinguished by. As a child you were reborn from the ashes for a purpose, for you have a great destiny to embrace. Someone will come to you in search for a guiding hand, and you will say 'yes', or fall and face the consequences of your actions. Your very answer could determine the existence of this world and it masses. Without you, they will both fall."

It was all nonsense, and with that Alistir fled fast enough to outrun the devil himself. He found himself lost, surrounded by the trees with every direction looking the same. He curled up there for hours, sitting in a clearing afraid and alone, at least until the symbol of fire itself graced Alistir with its presence. A phoenix landed on a rock across from him, and for the longest time Alistir stared at it, and it stared back. In that time the two found an understanding, and have been together ever since. Akshan: The same phoenix who granted him with life so long ago.

Moving on, Alistir made it his mission and goal in life to learn to control fire, tackling on one of the most ancient arts, magic, so he could make sure the destructive flickering hellish light never hurt anyone ever again. His parents were gone, not forgotten, and if it was up to him he would avenge them and put his purpose to good use. That was his drive, his parents along with the words of the wise, but insane, Truthteller - that still endlessly rung in his ears - pushing him to excel.

Reaching Dragin, like him, Tunzen was reborn in the ashes as New Tunzen, a city founded by Alistir to keep out those who were unwanted. The peaceful city is surrounded by mountains that are a perilous journey to anyone who tries to climb them. Now he waits, training his body and mind until he is needed.
Other:
Has a pet phoenix by the name of Akshan who acts as both Alister's friend and long-time traveling companion. The myth surrounding a phoenix aside, Alister uses Akshan as another set of eyes which is useful when you're trying to be one step ahead of your opponent.
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Name: Sergram
Age: 246
Gender: Male
Character: Protector of Earth

Hair and Eye colour: Grey Hair, Brown Eyes
Build: Tall and heavily muscled.
Extra Features: Large bear tattoo on hi his back. Very tan.
Clothes: Simple leather grey/brown garments

Magic Ability: Able to cause minor seismic activities to various effects. Shaking the earth being the most obvious. He can also force the earth together at a point to send a wall of rock and dirt shooting from the ground. He can also shape stone with his hands as if it were clay. Able to sense vibrations through the ground as a form of detection.
Combat Skill: Wields a massive stone and wood hammer when necessary. However, his years are catching up to him and he prefers to not fight.
Weaknesses: Water and Fire magics weaken him. Turning his earth to soft mud and solid stone to molten rock. He is also getting old in his years and has grown sluggish.

Personality: Sergram is old but tough. The stories of his friendly demeanour and wise council has had him sought out by many tribes over the long years to seek advice. He has the patience of the mountains with all things which lends itself well to his normally passive nature. Preferring to endure with the strength of the granite mountains. He is very slow to anger, but when provoked too far he can fly into a rage as sudden and violent as an earth quake. However, when the issue is settled he will be quick to forgive. He has a deep love of nature and it's splendour, preferring the deep jungles or mountains to the plains and cities.

Biography: He was chosen as a protector by his predecessor much as everyone in his line has. Filling his early years with long hours of training. Learning to mould the earth to him whim and the proper respects to give to it in return. He was taught the many plants that grew and their endless uses in medicine. When his teacher died he took on his title and proceeded to wander the lands and learn all he could. In his travels he came across many who would defile the lands and with each passing experience he learned sometimes it was the only course of action to fight such people. His experience with combat is only born of those times where it was unavoidable. Those years spent wandering have now granted him the gift of experience which many have sought. He has given wise council to all manner of people who have proved themselves worthy. Many a young tribal has sought him out to learn the ways of the earth and bring such knowledge back to his village and he has never refused such requests. However, many more have never managed to find him hidden so deep in the landscape.

Oi, Crim. May I reserve a human?

Edit; Said I could on RPGChat. Here's the profile! ^^:

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Name:
Eros Daenir Chalibra
Age:
149, although his appearence suggests that he is younger.

Gender:
Male
Character:
Truthteller

Hair and Eye colour:
Eros's hair is about the shade of a peach blossom, and as far as his eyes go, they are a mystic violet color.
Build:
He is quite the flexible person, and prefers flipping, jumping, or bending his body into certain ways rather then walking, although in certain situations, and if needed, he will run. And running as he does, he is faster then most people. He considers walking boring and 'soul trapping'.
Extra Features:
Eros has somehow aqquired a long scar that carries from his heart all the way down to his right hip.
Clothes:
Usually seen wearing a long brown cloak with clashes of golden chains and circlets, bangles, and shackles. A red strip of cloth is used as a headband and is ornamented with a single emerald-like gem that is focused to the right side of it. Eros is always barefoot. Always.
Magic Ability:
Being a truthteller, it is often argued that he actaully has magical abilities, although he himself, just as every other Truthteller, has visions, and on rare occasion does he personaly read through a crystal orb that ornates one of the tables that occupy the space he lives in.
Combat Skill:
Eros is actually quite the fighter, armed or other. He carries a large wooden staff in his hand, but also has many assortments of small and large knives hidden in his cloak. His massive flexibility often contributes when he is in danger, or a brawl, giving him an advantage to be able to manuver quickly through and around others and their weapons.
Weaknesses:
Eros actually isn't very fond of bright lights. He believes that they 'limit his powers and blind the soul'.
Personality:
Being a Truthteller, Eros is very mysterious. He will very rarely tell you exactly what he's thinking, instead, twisting it into a maze of words and riddles. The only time he will actually say something striaght as it is is only when he doesn't like you. Usually charming and gypsy-like, he prefers to be alone, although he would never admit to anyone that he would truley enjoy a friend or two. Contradicting to most psychics like him, he is not the type to believe in only peace and tranquility, instead, he is intrigued with fighting, but not a load of it, and also loves rats. He hates cats or dogs honestly, and birds annoy him.
Biography:
Eros was certainly not your average run-of-the-mill child when he was younger. His shock of almost white hair and sudden outburts of visions usually kept everyone at bay. When he began to show his major flexibility, he was labeled by everyone a 'freak'. Being an outcast by the public at such a young age suprisingly did not bother the young boy. But many of the villagers were terrified of the strange childen and began to threaten him. Becoming weary and annoyed, he soon fled from the village where he had been raised. Finding a large cave unoccupied by seemingly anyone or anything, Eros was determined to set up a new life for himself, and began setting up a small hut-like home. But of course, good things for him never lasted long. A few of the village's children had followed him to his new place of stay and they taunted him and vandelized most of the small home while he was away looking for food. Finally, the last straw had been drawn and he faked a vision to the youngsters about their own deathes, scaring them away for good.
Moving farther and farther away from the cave, he finally settled down and built himself a larger home on an arcane island, seeminlg long forgotten and full of ruins. Ever since then he has thrived on the island, befriending one rat in particular in which he has dubbed, "Cronos".
Other:
Mentioned above is 'Cronos'. He is a large black and white sea rat. He has very pale blue eyes due to its blindness. The rat is the closest thing that Eros has to a friend, and he treats him like a human brother, but still secretly wishes that he could befriend an actuall human.
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Umm there my character, hopefully not too many grammer mistake and hope you like it ^^

Name: Marcis Errel Deylaka
Age: 137, although no one ever suspects he his so old
Gender: Male
Character: Thruthteller

Hair and Eye colour: Marcis' hair is purple with grey, blue, and green mixed into it, giving off the illusion his hair changes color, while his eyes are a pale blue, making some people beleive he is blind. (It kind of scares people when he goes into a trance.)
Build: Marcis is more of a slow walker, he's usually slower then other people in his movements. He beleives that moving quickly will cause you to 'misunderstand the omens.' While walking very slowly, (if you could call it walking) Marcis does a bit of a very slow prance, turning slowly as he walks, observing every angle of his surroundings.
Extra Features: Marcis beleives his body his flawless. He has no birhtmarks or scars, and beleives that such features are 'a sign of something worse to come.'
Clothes: Marcis wears a long white trench coat over a black long sleeved shirt. His fingers are decorated with numerous rings and he has a large silver hoop through his left ear. He is always bare foot like numerous truthtellers and says wearing shoes 'blocks out the predictions of the fates.'

Magic Ability: Most people beleive that Truthtellers are physic, that they can predict the future, well Marcis can. He usually does this by reading a set of cards that is always close by. He also has a long red, satin ribbon he has draped around his shoulders, using it as a lifeline when predicting others future. Listed above was that Marcis is slower then others. He is a very observant person, Example- You and Marcis are walking through a forest. While you're walking you pass by a squerril eating an acorn. Passing by it, you don't give it a second thought. All squerrils eat acorns, right? Marcis on the other hand, will stop and watch, adding in, "What a bad omen indeed...."
When predicting a future or having a vision, Marcis' pale eyes roll to the back of his head, and his body goes limp. Most people are afriad of Marcis when he gets like this, although the trances usually only last a few seconds.
Combat Skill: Marcis is really no good at fighting. When others try to attack him, he fakes a bad omen and runs away while his attackers try to decipher its meaning. He's never really had any practice with a weapon.
Weaknesses: Marcus doesn't really like water. Yes he bathes, but what gets him is running water. He's terrified of it. He says that running water, 'Moves too fast, blocking out what the Spirits are trying to say.'

Personality: Marcis is a meditator.Whenever he gets a chance, he'll sit down, cross his legs, and put his hands together, urging the Spirits to guide him. Unlike most Truthtellers, when meditating, Marcis actually floats. He stays in one place, but hovers a few inches from the ground, usually earning him a few strange looks from people passing by. He enjoys company, but company doesn't usually enjoy Marcis. While others are around, Marcis always has a vision or goes into a trance. Most of his predictions are negative, but unusually Marcis always seems happy when telling others. He doesn't really get why most people don't like his predictions.
Biography: Marcis was abandoned at a very young age. He has no idea who his parents were, and therefore, he observes the behavior and actions of everyone he comes across. He wanderd the streets of a busy market village where he found himself, but no matter how hungry he was, Marcis never stole, saying, 'the Spirits dislike one with a bad soul.' Marcis usually had to accept the gifts of food some of the nicer adults of the village gave him, before he was forced to leave by the superstitious towns folk.
Afterwords, Marcis traveled the country predicting deaths and causing panic. He never understood why people gave him a wide berth, but always shruged it off saying, 'it is never good to dwell on curiousity.' Marcis still travels, always predicting, and hoping to possibly find another Truthteller like himself.
Other: Marcis doesn't like animals very much, he beleives they, 'resist the Spirits and dirty the aura.' Marcus doesn't much like bells either, he says they 'break the thin connection with the Spirits and distract he soul.'
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ogawd.
iFail at many, many things.
x_X;

Why thank you. ^-^
I really enjoyed creating Eros, as I think of him as a sort of little proportion of myself. Most of the time I fond it very hard to do a roleplay and actually type it up in a way that actually makes sence so that people can see what it is the way I do. Its very nerve wracking. . .

Well, to tell the truth, I'm VERY excited about this rp. It looks so promising! Can't wait for the IC!

sweetness! im very glad u liked my profile, im so ready to RP with Marcis! I just love how random and devoted he is! cant wait to start!