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Fallon

Quiet and gentle as a flower, but come too close and she'll show her thorns.

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a character in “Feud in Euthrin”, as played by étoile

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Fallon




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Name:Fallon
Race: Mage, Plant Manipulator
Age: 17
Gender: Female

Appearance:
Small and petite, only 5'2", with light blue hair and ocean eyes. Her clothes are often flowing, making it easier for her to move and be flexible when using her powers.



Every rose has its thorns.



Skills: Controlling/manipulating plants to kill, or simply bring them to life and interact with them.
Weapons: A small dagger




Personality:
Quiet and peaceful, but will protect herself if need be. She is more comfortable defending herself then starting up an attack. Keeps herself relatively closed off unless she's interacting with gentle, welcoming creatures. Finds her strength in nature, and when she's at her happiest, will playfully jump about in the trees and revive flowers to share the beauty of her power.

Bio:
Fallon doesn't remember her parents. All she remembers is growing up with the nature around her, often bringing plants to life and pretending they were her friends until she grew up and saw the world she was really living in. She is still in dire need of training, but she is quick on her feet and isn't afraid to learn.

So begins...

Fallon's Story

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Character Portrait: Mook Character Portrait: Midnight Shadow Character Portrait: Hekate Character Portrait: Gilraen Tasartir Character Portrait: Fallon Character Portrait: Alric Fentar
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The beginning


Gilraen


The leaves were falling in Euthrin as Fall came. The air was timid and tension came as a battle was surely to come. Gilraen watched as many of her kind scrambled in the forest to find a safe place. Yet she stayed wanting to join her Queen into the fued.

Gilraen saw many different paranormal creatures appear in the area. She now knew that it was really happening. Sitting on the side she still waited for news to come from the queen. twirling an arrow in her hand..

Gilraen: She finally stood up from sitting when the voice of the Queen echoed Calling forth her troops. Gilraen clinched
Her arrow placing it behind her with the rest of them. Walking to the group of other elves and creatures
They all listened to Ellra give her speech about strength and teamwork, including the fight to which they were
given.

Gilraen: Listened carefully while standing in the crowd. They were told to be prepared and ready for any attacks that may come unexpectedly. Gilraen looked around once the speech was done and met up with a group of other creatures who seemed to be nice.

Gilraen: Surprisingly as she walked up to greet the group they turned away at her prescence. The sight made her take a step back full of hurt. What made her different from those part of the same battle Gilraen was in with them. Slowly she backed away as they talked amongst eachother secretively and made her way into the forest to find some peace.

Gilraen: Made her self distant from the crowded place. She knew her part among them to fight for her kind but it was difficult when she would be neglected. Sitting against a old tree she sighed holding on to her trusty bow. Gilraen always carried it with her wherever she went.

Gilraen: Looked at her hands then at the grass below her. From the distance she could hear yelling of those sharing a speech of motivations. Gilraen knew she was outcasted. Was it because of the way she looked? Her family? what exactly is it. It seemed as if something was being kept away from her to know. Gilraen grunted in annoyance. All she wanted to do was get over with this fued that made no sense.

Midna and Hekate


Midna looked at the sky. She could feel the tension in the air. She smirked. She loved to have a good fight. The demons and vampires had been allied already. Midna was waiting for them.

Hekate walked towards the meeting place. She was ready.If someone would attack, she would rip them into pieces.

Midna saw Hekates group walking closer. She greeted them with a nod. She led them to the other creatures. The number of paranormals was outrageous. More surprisingly none of them were fighting. They had a common task this time.

Hekate walked with Midna and when she noticed Vladimir, she went over to him. "My lord" she said bowing down. The Vampire leader gave her some basic introductions: kill everyone who rises sword against us. Hekate nodded and smiled. Blood was what she needed. She didn't rely on weapons. All she needed was her strength and speed.

Midna glanced around the field. Looked like almost everyone was here. She took her katanas and smiled. This would be a good day.

Mook, Alric and Fallon


Mook: From the safety of a shadowy tree, Mook watched the elves flee to their perches. The darkness wrapped around
his finger in anticipation.

Alric paced around the camp as the humans around the camp were clearly preparring for the future war that was to come. Today he wore his full leather armor and an enchanted cloak over his armor. Two blades were sheathed on either hip and a recurve bow was slung next to a quiver over the cloak. He wondered what this day would bring. He didn't want to fight but he would perform his duty for humankind.

Fallon: The fall air seemed colder than usual; it sent chills up Fallon’s arms. There was something coming, and soon. She
stepped out from behind a dying tree, spotting her ally pacing just a few yards from her, and let the vines curling up her arm disappear.

With a well-practised gesture from his fingertip, light fled from Mook. To all but the most attentive onlooker, he was invisible. He moved closer to the Elven sentries, making a mental note of their positions.

Alric moved back a few paces toward Fallon. "I'm thinking about going to scout would you like to join me?" He asked the young woman. The air was cold and he felt this was the eve of war but what choice did they have in this. Clearly everything was being manipulated by the political elite.

Fallon covered her arms with her hands as a breeze whirled around them. She looked up at the man—so much taller than her small little frame. She nearly had to tilt her head up to meet his gaze. “S-sure..” Fallon whispered. Battling was…not her forte. She could fend for herself but harming anyone, including an enemy was difficult. It wasn't in her nature to fight. But what wasn't in her nature didn't matter. She took a timid step towards Alric, hesitating what they were about to do next.

A sentry squinted in Mook's direction. The sentry frowned. Mook took this as a sign to retreat. What would have fooled any human was not enough to confuse fae; besides, he had a fair grasp of the defenses at the Elven borders. He unsummoned his cloak of darkness with a word, and headed back in the direction of the human camp.

Alric looked down to the woman with a smile this was it, it seemed the calm before the storm. "I'll lead the way but be ready incase things go south out there. I'm thinking that we are going to be coming pretty close to the enemy out there. But if we can gain anything on their positions or their strength it could save many human lives". He said with a smile before pulling the cowl of his cloak up over his head.

Fallon: The man’s smile comforted her slightly, and made the task seemed almost welcoming, if that was possible. She walked carefully beside him, her feet barely making a sound. “If you’d like, I’ll wait behind and back you up. The roots trail pretty long, so I can distract them if you’re ambushed.” Alric seemed prepared and ready, and Fallon tried to appear the same, but there was a shaking in her voice and chill up her spine. Her eyes drifted from the ground, to him, to the ground again.

Half-way back to base camp, Mook heard the rustlings of a pursuer. He sped up. As whatever it was increased speed to match, its each movement became louder. Finally, unable to contain his anxiety, Mook turned on a heel. A very large viper raised itself to half his height. What kind of magics made this snake so large?

"It's your choice." Alric said with a smile to the woman before trodding forward. He moved a somewhat of a brisk pace towards into the forest. Suddenly he heard a ruckus ahead and looked forward to see a few forms ahead . "Something is up ahead!" He said to Fallon.

The first thing Mook did was fall over. By luck, the snake had lunged toward his face, so now it recoiled back. Instinct
drew the shadows of the forest toward him. He stood up and the viper shot at his arm. Its jaw clenched shut over what might
have been smoke; Mook used the clone to buy him some time as he virtually cartwheeled backward.

Fallon turned her head towards Alric, and suddenly became tense. She heard noises coming through the forest, something moving. She crouched and hid behind the bushes, crawling further to try to see what had been going on. “Stay here, I’ll go on ahead,” Alric whispered, taking on her plan of action. He crept forward, the closer he came to the sounds the better he could see what was going on. Bringing a hand to one of his weapons, Alric watched as a viper wriggled in front of..Mook. Alric let out a breath of relief, seeing an ally there, and almost laughed at the site. He waved his hand, sending a sign to Fallon that it was okay; well, almost okay. Once the girl reached Alric’s side she gasped and let her power take over, the roots few feet from her rising and grapping the slithering creature away from Mook.

It took Mook a couple seconds to get his bearing. He was so suddenly whisked from danger that he had not a single coherent emotion. A few stray strands of shadows whirled in the air before fading into the light. "Thank you, " he murmured as he composed himself. "It was serendipitous running into you both; if not, I fear I should have been snake food."

Helena


Helena did not, normally, deal in fighting. Plenty of her family did. They were werewolves after all, bloodshed was kind of a family occupation. However the most recent child of the lineage was not really the same kind of thing as her more tall, athletic, statuesque kin. Whilst most of them tended to revel in shows of strength she was not exactly the most athletic looking creature, rather short in stature, pale and odd looking, with bright red eyes that hinted toward something not altogether true to her apparent species.
As such, she wasn't really up toward the front with the others to much as firmly instructed to stay somewhat out of the way at the time, sat on a vantage point, watching the assemblage.

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Humans paced around the camp, preparing for what was likely going to be a bloodshed tomorrow. There was a mixture of tension and dread in the air among them as they worked efficiently as possible, moving things here and there, tracking how many soldiers they had, and of what kind. They supposedly were going to rely on quite a few magic tricks to help them win, and they didn't need scouts to know that they were going to need all the luck in the world if they wanted to see their families again. Of course, these were all at the will of the nobles and the general public. What was once suppose to be a simple extermination had been quickly growing into a full out world.

However, Jikorin knew that there was no chance in the world they were truly going to survive. So, one had to question exactly what was she even doing there, other than to receive the affection of the humans? After all, soon it would all be a land of carnage, something Jikorin would normally want to avoid. The question answers itself, however. It was the souls of the dead that Jikorin desired. It didn't matter which side won in the end, the victims of war will have been scattered all over the place, their souls only beginning to leave their bodies and haunt the wargrounds. What was a battlefield between humans and vermin was merely a strawberry field to Jikorin.

Though, Jikorin could have fought. Ever since the beginning of the feud, there has been a certain fox gaining a lot of attention, by the name of Kiseki. Apparently, this fox had been uniting the uncivilized populations of Youkai scattered across the land, and through her charisma, had been convincing them to come together and join the fight, as an army against their human oppressors. Rumour had it that this fox was actually some sort of genius, though Jikorin had not witnessed such wit yet. Most of the creatures had simply brushed Kiseki and her Youkai force off, claiming that victory was already assured, and that they would only be a hinderance, but Kiseki had been throwing around claims that she had some 'genius' plans and that without her help, all paranormal creatures were doomed under the human's wrath. Of course, Jikorin had been sought out by many Youkai personally, as somehow this fox had found some way to sniff out the exact location of every single Youkai in the kingdom.

Jikorin wasn't too convinced however. She didn't have so much faith in the rumours surrounding the fox, Kiseki, and to her, it sounded as if she was just making a bunch of baseless claims. Jikorin knew there were only a few clever clanks among Youkai, and they were a select few such as Jikorin herself, so imagined it was probably quite easy to convince them to follow your every word and action. Jikorin even considered the thought that she could do it herself. Jikorin bet that if she met this fox in person (or rather in cat, fox, whatever), she'd find nobody any better than herself.

Jikorin turned her attention to a group of three humans. One of them had returned from scouting, although not entirely without hitch. She was a little curious as to what he had seen, wondering exactly what their opponents forces were going to be like. She had felt the presences of many, but her eyesight had difficulty seeing through the trees. Jikorin ran past them and into a tree (a cat habit) and simply watched them.

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Alric walked into camp with Mook and Fallon, after the fight with the snake. "Well that was intersting, Alric chuckled to the others as he glanced around the camp. He had a strange feeling that he was being watched but brushed it aside. It was probablly just some adrenelline from the fight.

Hayden looked up from across the camp to see others return and noticed Fallon, his twin sister. Getting up he walked across the camp. He wore his new armor and his katana was sheathed at his hip. He walked over to stand next to his sister giving her a nod but not saying anything.

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Returning home, Mook immediately engaged in his important enterprise. Finding the Master's tent, he entered the structure. He saluted; once at ease, he moved pieces around on the map-table. "You may leave," gave the reply.

His mission thus concluded, Mook sought out his recent saviours. Being as he was familiar with shadow magic -- the most lonesome of pursuits -- it was against his nature to look for camaraderie. The urge even surprised him.

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Jikorin watched as the Shadowmancer had went into the Warlord's tent to report his findings. Jikorin decided she had ought to check it out, but she also could have stuck around more for a little bit of affection. She weighed her options and found the latter much more appealing. Jikorin hesitated for a second before jumping out of the tree. It wasn't that she was afraid of getting down from a tree, after all, cats always landed on their feet. Perhaps it was just a lazy hesitation, like an old man deciding whether or not to stand up from his rocker.

Jikorin approached the woman, the root manipulator, and rubbed against her legs, circling around them. Just one of Jikorin's many acts for affections. Of course, not a single woman will turn a blind eye toward this act. Women were always more likely to show affection then men, so Jikorin often targeted them, and Jikorin knew that she was quite the ladykiller. Surely, shouldn't it be the males that are more drawn to subjugation than the females? She would then look at all the soldiers, however, whom a majority were males, and find her claim more justified.

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Character Portrait: Mook Character Portrait: Kotomi Aizawa Character Portrait: Fallon Character Portrait: Alric Fentar
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Kotomi

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"There..." Kotomi mumbled to herself as she fastened the strap on her horse's saddle. She patted Abacus, the horse, and then gave the strap one last strong tug to make sure it'd stay put. After doing so, she hopped onto her horse and started her way towards the camp. She gripped the reigns tightly in her hands as she recalled what is to come as she'd arrived to the camp. The thought of a war made her shudder and want to turn back countless times, but not wanting to make such a big deal out of it when there wasn't a need to at the moment, she exhaled deeply and patted her horse once again. For some reason, when she was anxious, afraid, or just in the wrong place at the wrong time, she'd always pat Abacus and say she was 'comforting' her pet if anyone were to ask, although she knew she herself was the one who truly needed the comfort, not the horse. Yet comforting her pet brought her thoughts and nerves to ease.

About an hour had passed, and Kotomi had finally arrived to the camp. She could of gotten there much faster, but she would always take her precious time to get to the camp, resulting in a chance of getting a good scolding since she was still treated like a child, despite the fact she is one. Nevertheless, she still took as much time as she needed, there just wasn't a need to rush in her mind. As she dismounted her horse, she saw in the corner of her eye that Alaric, Mook, and Fallon had just returned from what looked like battling yet another creature. However, Kotomi lost interest fast and continued to devote her attention to her beloved animal.

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Alric walked across the camp away from the others and walked across the camp looking around. He noticed Kotomi with her horse and approached her.

"That's a nice steed, What's it's name if I might inquire?" He asked and then before she could answer spoke quickly. "Oh and I'm Alric by the way."
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Hayden nodded to his sister and smiled when she talked about brightening the place up. Then he felt her hand on his arm. He hadn't felt anything but suddenly he jumped as Jorikin landed. "Now I felt something." He said and looked down to see a cat next to them. He raised an eyebrow and chuckled just a tad for having let a cat startle him.

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Kotomi sighed and started to dig through her messenger bag strapped to the horse's hip. She only used it for storing water or feed for her horse, not what it was made for. As she did so, Abacus started to stomp his foot on the ground, scrapping off clumps of grass. "Enough... you're going to get us both into trouble!" She whispered sharply and sternly to her horse as she pulled out a bag of oats. Kotomi poured a majority of the grains into her hand and held it up to her horse's lips. As her horse ate from the palm of her hand, she stroked his neck in a calming matter. "There, now stop fussing..."

Suddenly, Kotomi's little conversation with her pet was interrupted by a masculine voice maybe a foot or two behind her. She glanced over her shoulder at a tall, well built man, maybe late 20's or early 30's. As he complimented her horse, she gave him a nod. Kotomi opened her mouth to answer his question, but was quickly cut off by his quick introduction. She rolled her eyes and scuffled. "... His name is Abacus." She mumbled as she turned herself around to face the man now known to her as Alric. Kotomi didn't bother to introduce herself, he never asked. Although you should introduce yourself after an someone else's introduction, she didn't know that. Then again, she was never really taught proper etiquette.

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Sassy? Jikorin thought, Is that what you think of us? Jumping up into the woman's grasp, she squirmed in her arms. Looking at the other man, she stuck her tongue out at him, perhaps to tease him for his surprise when being aware of her presence. Sure, Jikorin was a big baby, but who was there to criticize her? Jikorin simply did as she liked, with no real regard for meaningless things like honor or passion. Cats made little regard to each other, and really, Jikorin thought of herself above most other cats. After all, she was more than just a cat. As for other Youkai, well, she'd very rarely met other Youkai, and Youkai cared minimally about one another, or at least under normal circumstances. After all, one would have to be selfish to want to find a way to live a long life.

Of course, achieving a long life, at least how Jikorin managed it, was more of a discipline. She needed to benefit off the dead, and people didn't just die whenever they felt like it, and even if they did, Jikorin wouldn't be feeding very often. Plus, Jikorin rarely had enough luck to be at the time and place of a person's death to collect a fresh soul. Also, as she aged, the more her magical energy intake increased, meaning she needed to feed more and more often. The aftermath of a battle would surely tie her over for at least a couple decades, centuries at the most.

Rin looked into the human's eyes with pity. She wondered exactly what would be the result of the feud. If the magic-using humans won, they'd exterminate all paranormal creatures, and she doubted they'd make much distinction between a good or bad Youkai. Jikorin would have to be able to put on a good disguise as the overall magical prowess increased in humans. Jikorin could tell it certainly already has increased for the last five hundred years of her life. While if the Paranormals won, what would become of the kingdom? Jikorin didn't know exactly what would happen. No doubt the Paranormal races are going to fight among themselves, as the difference between each other was of little more less difference than theirs with humans. Youkai would likely be on the bottom of the pedestal, just as they always have been, and Jikorin doubted that the Fox could come up with anything clever enough to change that, no matter how clever the Fox was, and Jikorin wouldn't have humans looking after her. It seemed pretty lose-lose for her in the long run, as she thought about it, but then she figured that if the Paranormals won, she could always move to another kingdom.

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Hayden chuckled at his sisters comment. "We are both going to need to be careful out there sis. But I think if we combine our abilities and stick together we might be a force to reckon with." He added with a smirk. He looked down at the cat again and could have sworn it stuck it's tongue out at him. He rubbed his eyes slightly and glared down at the cat. "I don't think she likes me." He muttered.

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Jikorin punished herself in her mind for trusting a plant mage. Somehow, Jikorin found, that she received a negative reaction from plant magic, perhaps because of her Youkai nature. She was tense for only a second, but then reassured herself. There's no way anyone one suspect a cat, she thought. After all, what kind of spy would allow themselves to be an enemy's captive willingly, as she was right then? Jikorin figured most of the humans had thought that she belonged to somebody, as more skilled magicians tended to have animal familiars, whom of which, depending on the animal, was more in tune with magic than humans were. Animals like cats and owls had great eyesight and could see the invisible workings of magic, while dogs were loyal and toads had great memory. She could have also gone with the claim that she simply tagged along after being fed, like any stray looking for food. Jikorin did catch them on the way there. Not to mention, the only creatures with the ability to shapeshift were Werewolves (whom were obviously limited to two forms) and Youkai like herself. Jikorin wasn't the best shapeshifter, but had on one or two occasions in her long life transformed into a human disguise for self-beneficial purposes, a rare occasion out of Jikorin's pride of being a cat. Plus, she had a difficulty getting the complicated swirly design of the human ear just right.

So, Jikorin concluded, the human must have been joking about fairy tails. Still, nothing was wrong with putting on a convincing act, although something was wrong with acting like a cat, when one already was a cat. Also, she was getting slightly bored of this human. Jikorin stared off into the distance, not unlike cats do, looking for something else to do. She could have entered the Warlord's tent, where she had been intending to go earlier.

So Jikorin, like any cat, supposedly with no regard for what the humans had talked about, jumped out of the woman's arms and sprinted toward the tent. Just as she was about to peer in, a woman had walked out, and Jikorin had to step out of the way. The woman saw her and gave her a funny look, a smile, a grin, something of that nature, before moving on with whatever she was going to do. Jikorin, had only watched the woman as she walked away for a second, before going back to peer inside the tent.

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Hayden chuckled and then watched as the cat scurried away. "That was a bit coincidental." He stated. He glanced around the camp before turning back to his sister. "So while you were away I managed to get a new toy." Hayden said pointing to the shiny new Katana hilt sticking out by his hip.

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Alaric listened to Ronwair quietly and nodded. "Nothing to report sir, but I do have a suggestion. I know it's not my place but would you be willing to hear me out?" Alaric asked the warlord. He wasn't sure if his idea was going to be taken but he knew this was something the humans couldn't pass up.

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Hayden showed off the sword to his sister. "No I didn't make it. I got it from the blacksmith." He said with a smile. "I guess we could test it--" He was about to say when he noticed something in the ground something was walking irregularly, maybe it was that cat, but he could tell his sister sensed something else. "What is it?" He asked.