I.I As always: don’t be an ass, softblock if breaking a mutual follow ( or just block, I know sometimes it can get confusing ), don’t assume my beliefs align with those of the muses’, don’t use me as meme resource, and if there is something you are ever unclear on - whether in reference to myself, the blog, or the muses - please just ask.

I.II So what can you expect? This is a literate, non-fandom affiliated, multiverse-friendly multi-muse. Be aware the content and the roster is varied. Everything here is a WIP and always changing! The blog itself is private and selective, but is also borderline FRIENDS-ONLY due to past experiences in the RPC. This is not to dissuade new interactions ( I'm always accepting them ), however, for my comfort, I prefer to be more lowkey.

I.III I hold COMMUNICATION in high regard. If I have something I need to talk about with a partner, I will tell them; if I have questions, I will certainly ask them. Frankly, at this point in the game, I expect the same decency in return. I have no time to spend trying to discern vague messages or passive commentary. If there is something I've done, or something you need to tell me directly, JUST TELL ME. I promise you, we can discuss it like adults, complaints or otherwise.

I.IV Due to my academic lifestyle and recurrent mental health symptoms, the activity on this blog is rather low and has a reliance on whatever is in the queue. I only ask you remain patient with me and to understand, like with anyone else here, this is simply a hobby and something I do to unwind from the stressors of my offline world; I will write whatever I like, if and whenever I happen to have the time to do so. If it comes to a point I need to take a break for whatever reason, I will make a post about it.

I.V I DO NOT PARTICIPATE IN DRAMA AND I DO NOT WANT TO SEE IT ; this meaning, I will not be reblogging or engaging in callouts, I will not willingly insert myself into any of it that crosses my dash, and outside of my own personal strife which would impede my activity, I will not be posting about it. I don't want it anywhere near me. If – by chance – you notice I am interacting with someone you believe may be a problem, approach me in private so I can be made aware.

I.VI This is your one forewarning that this blog is 21+ ; while not with a focus on sexually explicit content, I do write references to religiosity, mental health, motifs of death, abuse, and the like. Triggers are tagged accordingly, though I am human and will sometimes miss specific things.

I.VII PLEASE NOTE : I ONLY HAVE ACCESS TO THE BETA EDITOR ; THIS WILL IMPACT MY RESPONSES IF YOU CHOOSE TO USE THE LEGACY.

II.I Given the notification system is not the best ( I hardly ever get notifs on my phone anymore ), I don't mind if you mention you replied to something or if you check to see if an ask got through. You're also more than welcome to ask about the status of a prompt or response if a period of time has passed. But again, I only ever ask for patience.

II.II I want to keep my lists clean and my experience in the RPC as stress-free as possible. For this reason, I tend to do a semi-monthly purge of non-interacting persons.

II.III I typically use prose and longer responses WITHOUT the use of icons. Although I prefer to write lengthy threads, I never want my partners to feel obligated to match the length or style! In tandem to this, I'm very much NOT PICKY about my partner's style ( their graphics, their icons, their writing, etc. ). Typically, all I generally look for is the potential for our preferred styles to mesh or for a foreseeable way the muses themselves may mesh well together.

II.IV I accept both prompted and unprompted things ; as well as plotted or unplotted things. However, given the nature of the blog, I usually like to spitball ideas and feel things out with the other Mun. I am also open to interacting with fandoms or settings I am unfamiliar with! I won’t be afraid of exploring the topic so long as you’re not afraid of helping me understand what to expect when interacting with your muse.

II.V I have a strong preference for pre-established settings ( given discussion, of course ). Any manner of relationship is welcome on this blog, just be aware some muses are more inclined to be friendly or open-minded than others. And as usual, I prefer to romantically ship my characters with chemistry both IC &. OOC.

II.VI I would say the BEST WAY to interact with me ( if you don't feel inclined to directly reach out for plotting ) is by sending a meme and turning it into a thread. That said, none of the memes I post have an experiation date ; you're welcome to send any of them, at any time, and however many you like! Likewise, I frequently post Inbox Calls where I will send you things!

II.VII As an aside to the above, you generally DON'T have to ask before continuing an ask into a thread! Just go for it!

II.VIII I strongly encourage you to CHOOSE A MUSE when seeking interaction. I don't care if it's between two muses or something, but I don't accept the whole, "anyone is fine!" response. If you don't specify, I MAY IGNORE YOUR PROMPTS.

II.IX I definitely normalize dropping asks and threads, whether because the mun isn't sure how to reply or you simply need to refresh / cut back on your drafts. The only stipulation here is that if you want to drop one of our threads, just give me a heads-up so I can untrack it!

III.I A word on the roster: I have a very clearly eclectic taste in muses. Please don't let this deter you! I know people may think it's cluttered or hard to keep up with, but I truly love all my muses, each in their own way, even if my "fixation" is only on a few of them at a time.

III.II My primary focus will ALWAYS be on my original characters or mythos muses. You're obviously welcome to ask for my canon characters, but they're the most fickle of my roster so responses for them may not always be as quick to come as the others! As an aside, my portrayal of these canon muses is meant to be fun FOR ME ; while I abide by their personalities, or characteristics, they will likely be otherwise divergent.

III.III Although it doesn't really impact much other than specialty posts ( headcanons/metas, starter calls, or other instances ), I do tend to favor some muses over others at times! While I encourage you to indulge me and share in the love of a particular muse, it's not at all necessary.

III.IV While it's nice to know you – as a prospective follower or long-time mutual – are here for at least one of my muses ... I'm not sure I'm comfortable with that. By all means, play favorites with my roster, but I would like to see my mutuals engage with more than one character ( if possible ) so I know there's lasting interest.

III.V Unfortunately, not everyone has a completed bio page or verses page. But as I said, if there's something you need to know or want me to clarify, just ask. And if there's a verse you feel like proposing, even if it's unlisted anywhere, feel free! Chances are high that you can get me invested in a new fandom or AU!

III.VI My messages and asks are always open to mutuals. The anon function, though, is PERMANENTLY disabled. And while I do have a discord, I only pass it along to those looking for FRIENDSHIP. I even sometimes prefer to host threads there, as overall, it's just easier.

III.VII I will write this here purely out of courtesy to others: I enjoy engagement ( like anyone ) with my posts and my muses, but mostly I enjoy making OOC connections. When I talk to people, when I get comfortable with them, I become excitable and become attached to our developing plots. I am very much the type of partner that will send you random ideas/musings/aesthetics at any hour of the day if I stumble across them. If you are fine with this, we'll get along. If this is not your cup of tea, and we are mutuals, SIMPLY SAY SO as I never want to seem like "too much".

III.VIII Graphics are accredited to the lovely ( & very patient ) Stitch!

Claudius Niadh Jr. | 42 | Male ( He/Him )

You remember the old phrase: LIKE FATHER, LIKE SON which seems rather apt here ( in many ways ). And this, you realize, makes for some certain tragedy ( perhaps an inevitable one ). For you hear how preachers always forewarn of demons, but what is one to do when the you find the true demon came from within the home? From the man who, not only gave you your blood, but looked back in the mirror? Your father – if you could call him so – destroyed your family, plucked his way through the corpses to hold his hand to you and offer POWER EVERLASTING. But now, with him slain by your hand, you must relearn the way to be a man rather than a monster.

Fandomless ( Modern-Fantasy or Supernatural )

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Kaen Rolav | 220s | AFAB-NonBinary ( They/Them )

This is a story of a sweet creature who refuses to allow cruelty to conquer them. You understand that sometimes we lose our way, and – at times – mistakes ( even those most terrible ) will happen. But can they be forgiven? This becomes less a tale of fighting demons and instead one of fighting the self ; there is a great, tremendous sorrow here which threatens a light just at the brink of something wonderful. You will find, in these pages, a godling striving for purpose, aching for meaning, yearning for a way to stand before their godly father and reclaim their place beside him ( or force their way back onto the throne ).

Fandomless ( Fantasy or Modern-Fantasy )

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Moira "Morfid" Fidare | Late-Hundreds | Female ( She/They )

Hunger is you ; you are hunger. You, gluttonous one, will never know warmth, will never know a sated apatite. Your solace comes in the form of devouring, or of the occasional instances where companionship happens upon your path and does not shy away from your true nature. But who wouldn't be afraid of a demon cursed to always seek a meal? If only this was easier for you, for I hear you truly are not as cold and cruel as your lineage suggests.

Fandomless ( Modern-Fantasy or Supernatural )

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Verona Valhyr | Immortal | Female ( She/Her)

I remember YOU ! And how hard it would be to forget when you've stained your name into the stars ; when you've shackled the threads of Fate. You went through much to attain your power – reclaiming it from old Masters who sought to take you from rightful mantle – and yet you will strive to DO MORE. You, beloathed, are far from the end; far from the beginning. But when will it be enough? War takes and is never satisfied, as you know. You are tired, you are spent; yet the fight rages on 'round you, demanding your strength. Can your weary heart sustain long enough to surpass the old Titans? Or will you yield to the call of peace?

Fandomless ( Fantasy )

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Areum "Lhore" Auvane | Immortal | Female ( She/Her )

Remember the old tales? Great, magnificent creatures ; a time when humans were young but magic, already old. And you, O'Beast, were at first raised a simple daughter of the Folk, where your people hid your truest identity from your ( and something called, something said this was not your proper place ). Your world finally awakened the day the Ancients came to reclaim their lost relic. No more a mere mortal, but now one with chosen purpose! When a sudden betrayal discards the once-truce, you arise – reborn – from the still-bleeding bones of peace, an exalted thing no longer bound to our lifetime.

Fandomless ( Fantasy )

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Dyn'lo | 29 | Male ( He/Him )

Your kind come to the call of the hearts of those in need ; Familiar spirits endowed with the gifts to guide, to serve, to protect – and above all, TO GIVE LOVE. You, Dustling, were born for the same reasons. But it was not enough. Your beloved Master IS NO LONGER HERE , and that severed bond has left you empty, filled with a rottenness you cannot quite describe. But ahead you go, still, pouring your whole into your trade and into your scholarly efforts. Perhaps, in time, your heart-wounds will heal enough to allow another to take her place. Until then, do not allow yourself to turn into one of your unfeeling machines.

Fandomless ( Fantasy or Modern-Fantasy )

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Sloan Bates | 30 | AFAB-NonBinary ( They/It )

I’ve seen your kind afore , child ; the strong , the strange … Though neither did you ask to be / did you desire to be. How desperately you try to separate yourself from what they tried to mold you into, and how desperately does your mold come to remind you that there is no undoing what has already been done. You are … AFRAID … I know. You think if you turn around and look your power in the eyes it will destroy you. But aren’t you tired of running from it? Wouldn’t you rather embrace it and make yourself WHOLE AGAIN ?

Trigun | Fandomless ( Modern-Fantasy or Supernatural )

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Kadai | 22 | Female ( She/Her )

Young and reckless thing, aren't you? Quarrelling with the world, out of sync with the song in your own heart, wondering – if maybe – this is how it will always be for you. Your faith has been challenged and disputed, you think you've nowhere to turn ; look, then, look inward— Who are you? Answer that first and make peace with it. Bargaining with Death, sowing destruction, will not solve your problems, though you may think it will. Learn to trust, learn to set yourself free.

The Dark Crystal | Fandomless ( Fantasy )

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Rek'yr | 26 | Male ( He/Him )

Those in your world have – for the most part – made their peace with the insurmountable odds which face them. Death is inevitable ; death will come for you, too. Though, I sense there is a more bitter strife afoot, something that plagues the heart ( the soul ). You talk of reconciling with war, with loss, but when – Sandmaster – do you reconcile with your sins? Is this war you face beyond you... Or within you? The road to redemption is not easily ventured, and I hope – for your sake – you do not again stray the path and think yourself beyond the temptation of old, bloody habits.

The Dark Crystal: Age of Resistance

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Elktaur "Eliu" | 40 | Male ( He/Him )

Look at you, once a GOOD MAN who boasted of a GOOD HEART & GOOD INTENTIONS . Where did you go wrong? Was it the love of that woman that drove you to such madness? So much war, so much destruction and death ; but your heart remained with her, your heart sought to recover, even now. I'm not sure you know the way back from this. After all you have done, splitting your soul, defiling your love, do you even remember who you are anymore? Can you even find peace with what has happened on your behalf?

CentaurWorld

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Lea ( Axel ) | 25 | Male ( He/Him )

They believed your fire to have been smothered, leaving the ashes of you to be scattered and hopefully forgotten. Yet the very Heart of you burned on, managing to burn ever-brighter and ever-stronger, reigniting the pyre ruling your veins. You, darling flame, have much to learn of what it means to turn yourself to the Light ; I know you wonder if all you have done to repent in the eyes of your newfound companions has been enough, shrouded even still by remorse. Let your fire cleanse, let it guide you rather than destroy you.

Kingdom Hearts

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Isa ( Saix ) | 25 | Male ( He/Him )

Duality is both you and the Moon, forging an endless cycle of waxing and waning ; hiding away your shadowed pieces among the night's stars as if they shall keep your very darkest of secrets. In truth, you have learned to triumph over your shadow, paid for your penance, but still find the hollows of the night eating away at your renewed and restored Heart. Just as the Moon cannot hide from Herself, you shall see you cannot hide from yourself.

Kingdom Hearts

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The Black Rabbit of Inle | Immortal | Female ( She/It )

O'Sweet emissary of Death, how good and gracious your presence is ( though you would like to argue otherwise ) . You bring us peace in our final hours ; you usher in the last moments with such humbling gentleness-- Sometimes I hardly recognize you for the monstrous ghoul you profess to be. Good spirit, kind warden of the Other and guide to passing Souls, it is no wonder Lord Frith favors you so.

Literature | Animation ( Watership Down )

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Lord Frith | Immortal | Male ( He/Him )

Creator, lightbringer, and giver ; lofty is your position reigning above your children, lo' how lonely it must be. A piece of your everlasting Soul gives the pulse that beats life into the world abound. You are a good Father, a forgiving one. Even so, many of your children try your patience and test the limits of your blessings when all you've ever wished for them is peace. Ages slip endlessly through your fingers like fine sands but still you rise in the seat of the sky each dawn and cast your light unto the world as if to say : I am here , I am ALWAYS here.

Literature | Animation ( Watership Down )

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Waka | ??? | Male ( He/Him )

Vainglorious and virtuous alike, you are as illusory and tricky as moonglow. O'Prophet – or should we say, "God's gift to man" – you've done much to aid our beloved Goddess and Mother, you could even stand to refer to her as FRIEND. The many tales you could spin are as vivid as the secrets you keep.

Ōkami

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Oki | 26 | Male ( He/Him )

Ah yes, the spirited warrior with the heart of gold, how could I forget? You've come a long way from the time you spent desperately trying to awaken the power of that sword on your hip. Have you learned anything, I wonder? I've heard your heart is all the better for it, as might happen when crossing paths with GODS & DEMONS. I know your conviction remains, though, you are a protective force ; eager to bring safety and solace. Careful not to stumble over your own willpower, young wolf / young man, it might sometimes still lead you astray.

Ōkami

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Pitch Black / Kozmotis Pitchiner | Immortal | Male ( He/Him )

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Rise of the Guardians + Mythology

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Knives Millions | 150 | ??? ( He/Him )

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Trigun

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Amri | 18 | Male( He/Him )

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The Dark Crystal

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Izutsumi | 17-18 | Demigirl ( She/Her/They/Them )

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Dungeon Meshi

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Jin | Several Hundred Years | Male ( He/Him )

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Yu Yu Hakusho

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Loki | Immortal | Male / Fluid ( He/Him )

I know you to have been forged of wildfire ; no true God, but wrenched out of the depths of Chaos and given shape, given name, given brotherhood amongst those who did call themselves Gods. You are both Sire and Dam to a monstrous brood ; the unraveling of the story of Rangarok, those threads of deadly Fate pulled by your manipulative, fire-spinning fingers. You've sullied yourself reaping their destruction, and now you need face the consequences of your tricks ( that is, if you can be caught ) .

Norse Mythology

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Hekate | Immortal | Female ( She/Her )

In your name we pray, O'Ancient Goddess and three-faced herald of life, death and magic. You are as old as the first spoken spell, as wise as the first of your discipled mages ; more a mother than ever a master. And so-called, too, the "mother of magic", for bestowing the gift of the arcane unto the world. Much has changed since the Old Ways, but still you continue to give your guidance where it is asked ; still you alight the way for those who seek it ( if they are keen enough to open their eyes and truly see it ) .

Greek Mythology

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Cernunnos | Immortal | Male ( He/Him )

O'Ancient master, great and powerful forefather of the Wilds and its children ; in you beats the heart of all things mighty and passionate, all things honorable and fervent. You walk the ever-changing world as you have for eons ; a life that exists 'til the last breaths of Nature herself. Much has changed, many lives have come and gone but you still remain. You wonder if your children still recognize you, still remember you ; you wonder if the Old Ways – the very roots of many – are being discarded.

Celtic & Paganistic Mythology

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Icarus | 24 | Male ( He/Him )

You, although human, boasts many titles: Son of Daedalus ; the dreamer and schemer ; the fallen boy-- We know how your tale goes: one of ASPIRATION , a single moment of freedom usurped by a devastating measure of arrogance and hubris. You were cast down from the sky, a burning and broken thing salvaged only by the god-blessed forgiveness of Apollo, where you found the will to pull yourself into life for the second time. But why does survival taste so bitter, when this is not how the poets made your story out to be?

Greek Mythology

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Section i. Basics

Name: Namyr.Birthdate: TBA.Age: Seems somewhere in his 30s ( approx. 33 ) ; A rumor tells he might well be IMMORTAL.Gender || Pronouns: Male — He || Him.Orientation: As a pious man, he doesn’t much look towards advances of any kind, nor does he seem altogether favorable of them ; Demisexual & demiromantic, no gender preference.

Species: VERSE DEPENDENT — Dark Elf.Occupation: High Priest of an exiled coven ( a foreperson of knowledge & magic, both ; a trusted & esteemed member in the community ) ; A magus in the dark arts.Faceclaim? None.

Section ii. Appearance

Height: 7'0''.Build: Strong, sturdy and the least bit burly ; a broad chest and large shoulders complimented by a narrower waist and angular, wizened features found in an eerily kind face.Eyes: Fire-like and glowing, an orange-amber gleam in the pits of black sclera.Hair: Silver, thick and long ; oftentimes pulled into a large, full braid that hangs heavily down all the way to the small of his back ( however, a few flyaway strands of hair always happen to fall over his brow ) ; a short beard, where the hair is also neatly knotted together.Complexion: Ebony ; per his heritage, his flesh is as dark as can be.

Markings: Many, many scars along his back from his daily practice of self-flagellation ; like most elves, he has inherited whirling, shimmering markings along his skin, however they’re only really visible ( they glow ) when he uses his magic or stands in the moonlight.Distinguishing trait(s): Claws and sharp teeth, as well as long, pointed ears ; a tail where the original head was cut off and replaced by a more dangerous metal prosthetic ; a trail of short spines along his back and following his forearms.Apparel: Often dons himself in a pale, silvery robe-like vestment with blackened trim and embezzlements / adornments ; slung ‘round the shoulders is a fine, royal purple silk sash ; per his place as High Priest, he wears a ritualistic eye-covering that is part-cloth and part-metal ( a hued, blinding veil wrapped ‘round the eyes and slightly overhanging the face, but tied with baubles that dance against the cheeks ).Accessories: When he is in private and able to remove his eye-covering, Namyr wears glasses ; there are simple metal rings studded along his fingers.

Section iii. Personality

Overall: As a religious figure who oversees many of the sacred, spiritual dealings in the coven ( even those more gruesome to the outsider’s perspective ), Namyr keeps himself - much as those in the coven - very much in line. He is nothing if not entirely forthcoming and respectful towards others, and carries himself with an air of mystique and command quite unlike his underlings. He has a certain infectious calm to him ; an understanding reverence of things ( even other creatures ). Although he is wary of outsiders, he is still polite, generous, and altogether rather chivalrous and formal to many.Positives: Per his teachings, Namyr believes in acceptance and maintains a ( mostly ) open mind when it comes to newcomers ; is cited as being self-assured and extremely competent ; he’s been called charming quite a few times ; he is vastly loyal and protective ( after all, he will be the first to tell you his place as a priest is to serve & guide ), most especially over his small coven, it is safe to assume he would go to any lengths to keep his people safe ; he believes in the inherent beauty of all things ( death and the immortal soul especially ).Negatives: Namyr will NOT hesitate to retaliate with violence if he believes it is warranted ( read as: he will not start a situation but he will end it ) ; though not an aggressor and not easily agitated, Namyr is a passionate, obsessive and possessive sort… Especially with people he finds an attachment to.

Alignment: Lawful - Evil.Myers - Briggs: INTP.Major Arcana: The Moon ( Upright ), The Hierophant ( Upright ).Violent? When necessary.Smokes || Drinks || Drugs: Never || Rarely || Never.Mental: N/A.

Section i. Basics

Name: Kadai.Birthdate: November 4th.Age: Twenty-Two ( 22 ).Gender || Pronouns: Female — She || Her.Orientation: Much more open to sexual encounters than romantic ones ; she has no gender preferences either way ( known for having trysts & one night stands ).

Species: VERSE DEPENDENT — Gelfling ; Sifan/Dousan halfling.Occupation: Marauder & Thief ; An intended Samaudren successor following the steps of her father once the war ends ( if it ever does ).Faceclaim? None.

Section ii. Appearance

Height: 3'0'' ( 5'0'' in her secondary verse ).Build: Athletic, and slender ; a smaller, more lithe torso complimented by larger hips and a strong constitution.Eyes: Ruby.Hair: Coarse and thick, colored auburn ; head is shaved close 'round on both sides, leaving a blooming crest of feathered, frazzled hair to be sported from the scalp, slightly overhanging the face.Complexion: Deep blue-indigo, tending towards a shimmery emerald complexion 'round the cheeks, overtop the ears, across the shoulders, down the backside and over the extremeties.

Markings: Like several Dousan looking to tell a story, Kadai sought to mark her face with tattoos, painting her dark flesh with the rare ink-color of silver-white.Distinguishing trait(s): Small fangs and claws, a chipped ear and bisected tongue, a lash-like, hooked tail, and various scars she wears with pride ( a most noticeable one running along the bridge of her nose ).Apparel: Swathes of dark hues typically ( blacks, violets, blues ) , complimented by crimson sashes and a hooded cowl ; adorned in a customary tunic, a high-necked shirt and leggings.Accessories: Dangling ear-piercings, a nose-ring, many bangles on the wrists and ankles, oft' wears rings ; a single gilded gemstone imprinted into the center of her brow ; Kadai also has a bone-mask not so very unlike the Hunter of bloody rumor.

Section iii. Personality

Overall: Kadai is, above all things, a DECEIVER ; most cases, she is out for personal gain and little else ( so long as someone has value to her, they’re safe ). She has little qualms with hurting someone if it suits her needs and her ends. She’s quite a wordsmith, able to put up a believable air of being trustworthy. For this reason, she comes across as personable as much as dangerous, boasting of many connections throughout Skarith. Charming, competent, and confident, Kadai is spirited and willful with a vibrant tenacity and allure. She approaches life with a no holds barred mindset ; with a no roots policy ; she lives fast and loose showing no signs of stopping anytime soon.Positives: Sensual and sassy, there’s never a dull moment with her around ; noted for being clever and quick-witted ; self-assured, extroverted, performs well under pressure.Negatives: You could very well say Kadai is disingenuous, to others as much as herself, she puts on airs so much of the time it’s hard to say who she is underneath it all ; she’s despondent and jaded, being a halfling she’s often discredited and faced with displeasure from most she meets - for this, she’s become entirely closed off, putting up walls between herself and anyone else, making real friendship and real trust a rare commodity. Unsurprisingly, Kadai always has an undertone of yearning and loneliness, though for what, she doesn’t quite know.

Alignment: Chaotic - Good.Myers - Briggs: ESFP.Major Arcana: Death ( Upright ), Judgment ( Upright ), The Devil ( Upright ).Violent? Often.Smokes || Drinks || Drugs: Never || Occasionally || Never.Mental: Slight hitches of depressive episodes ; isolation and loneliness gives Kadai a reclusive ( not by choice ) sense of the world that makes her melancholic and borderline nihilistic.

Section i. Basics

Name: Rek'yr.Birthdate: October 20th.Age: Twenty-Six ( 26 ).Gender || Pronouns: Male — He || Him.Orientation: Panromatic || Gray-Asexual.Species: Gelfling, specifically a memeber of the Dousan clan.

Occupation: Marauder & Thief ( Former ) — Firedancer & Sandmaster of the Southern Xeric ; Leaves his esteemed post if only to eventually seek taking up a place in the Resistance itself, perhaps to further prove himself of use to the cause.Faceclaim? Self.

Section ii. Appearance

Height: 3'3''.Build: Lithe though toned with muscle throughout an athletic frame ; somewhat broad of chest and shoulder ; has strong, calloused hands that have both known much of tireless work in the desert ; angular, hardened facial features ; he is deemed RATHER HANDSOME by other Dousan, if that should count for something.Eyes: Amber-Gold.Hair: Coarse and thick, slightly wavy, colored a dark brown-black hue, interspersed with a few threads of white ; hung in several smaller braids over the shoulders and a high tail knotted atop the head.Complexion: Olive-sand colored, tending towards swathes of blueish green ‘round the mouth and nose, ‘cross the cheeks and over the brows and shoulders.

Markings: Rek’yr endured the arduous and painful tattooing process of his clan to acquire those present on his face ; streaks of white-silver ink, struck ‘cross the cheekbones and overtop the corners of the brows. Tattoos are SYMBOLIC , indicative of some kind of story. Rek’yr’s are no different, a representation of atonement, the alighted and corrected path set forth ahead ; he also has several more ‘neath his clothing, creating intricate but purposeful linework sprawling ‘cross the collar and down over the forearms and torso.Distinguishing trait(s): None.Apparel: Swathes of maroon, deep blue and purple ; customary tunic, clothed vambraces / greaves, and well-worn cloak adorn his person, later transitioning into increments of armored vestments for protection.Accessories: Bones hang tangled in the hair and so adorn the person in similar fashion with PRIDE , Death is an emblem of transformation and is thus symbolically worn in reverence.

Section iii. Personality

Overall: Important is it to understand that Rek’yr has a PAST , one that often conflicts with his future. Although he has done much to repent in the eyes of his clan, and although he has found union with Thra, he has not yet found union within himself ; the two facets, the dark and the light, are still at odds and make the way forward much more difficult than he’d like. And however much he would profess otherwise, Rek’yr remains morally-gray ; he is not entirely above the temptation of old ways if it should suit his endeavors or provide results. He is considered alluring and charming, a trace of mystique surrounding not only himself but his heritage. His presence is a solemn, but albeit welcome one ; well-spoken words intoned ‘pon a silver-tongue are often wise, spiritual, and insightful.Positives: Calm, even under pressure ; Rek’yr may not be seen as a warrior-type, but he is accredited as steadfast and courageous all the same ; diplomatic, chivalrous, and tactful ; confident but not cocky.Negatives: Cunning or otherwise conniving, in his time Rek’yr was considered a true “serpent”, between a knowing silver-tongue and treacherous tactics, it was no lie to believe he could charm his way into good graces before doing something terrible ; can also be stubborn and at times seem extremely secretive.

Alignment: Chaotic - Good.Myers - Briggs: ENTP.Major Arcana: Death ( Upright ), Judgment ( Upright ), The Hierophant ( Upright ).Violent? When necessary.Smokes || Drinks || Drugs: Never || Occasionally || Never.Mental: N/A.

Section i. Basics

Name: Waka.Birthdate: Unknown.Age: As a Celestial, and otherworldly entity, Waka might very well be considered rather “old”, though to truly estimate his age would be difficult ; Apparent age to be somewhere in the thirties.Gender || Pronouns: Male — He || Him.

Orientation: Ambiguous ; Has no preference.Species: Moon Tribesman.Occupation: Prophet and Guide ; Scholar.Faceclaim? Self.

Section ii. Appearance

Height: 6' 0''.Build: Slender yet athletic ; strong and capable limbs, almost effeminate facial features.Eyes: Green.Hair: Blond and straight, flowing down even beyond the mid-back with small bangs and fringe framing around the face.Complexion: Fair.Markings: None.Distinguishing trait(s): None.

Apparel: Waka’s clothes are considered reminiscent of a yamabushi ( also often cited as being tengu-like in appearance or dress ) ; proudly sporting outright flashy attire, Waka wears a pink kimono with deeper pink accents, purple Sashinuki-hakama and plain tabi socks ; the geta sandals he wears are tall, having only one tooth.Accessories: A bird-like headdress which consists of the beaked helm and a flowing white to pink veil-like cloak that could almost resemble wings.

Section iii. Personality

Overall: To some, Waka can be described as CHARMING … To others, a nuisance. His personality might – at times – be considered an ACQUIRED TASTE . Charismatic and clever, Waka is eccentric through and through. Even in dire situations, he approaches things lightheartedly and is described as being both playful and pompous. Very few things stagger him, and you’d be hard-pressed to catch him being straightforward with you ( especially when giving a prophecy ) . He is often in good humor and is often pleasant company that tends to grow on you over time.Positives: Energetic, determined, quick-witted, and seen as “fearless” for his less-than-serious approach to most situations ( though when need be, he can indeed be serious ) .Negatives: Not so much dishonest as he simply AVOIDS being forthcoming with many things ; his playfulness as a quirk can sometimes seem manipulative or like he’s playing someone for a fool ; can be considered vain.

Alignment: TBA.Myers - Briggs: ESTP.Major Arcana: The Moon ( Upright ).Violent? When necessary.Smokes || Drinks || Drugs: Never || Occasionally || Never.Mental: N/A.

Section i. Basics

Name: Oki.Birthdate: May 5th.Age: Twenty-Six ( 26 ).Gender || Pronouns: Male — He || Him.

Orientation: Demiromantic || Demisexual.Species: Shape-Shifter — A member of the Oina tribe native to Kamui ; Being no exception, Oki has the ability to shift between a human and wolf form.Occupation: Warrior.Faceclaim? Self.

Section ii. Appearance

Height: 5' 10''.Build: Muscular and athletic ; well-toned and addled by his time fighting demons and fending for the village ; hardened, gruff facial features.Eyes: Deep brown, almost black.Hair: Spiky, with a red to black gradient.Complexion: Tanned.Markings: Several scattered scars ; streaks of crimson facepaint adorn the cheeks in the shape of singular triangular ( or claw-like ) markings beneath the eyes.

Distinguishing trait(s): Often seen with a scowl or a frown which makes him seem unapproachable or unfriendly.Apparel: Oki, despite the cold clime of where he lives, wears lighter clothing than most ; a deep-blue short-sleeved shirt, overlaid by a crimson vest with a circular white pattern ; matching pants and red belt with well-worn shoes ; he has vambraces / guards cinched upon the wrists and arms.Accessories: A blue-painted animal-like mask ( potentially of a bear with large ears ) , customary to every Oina tribe member, that sits overtop the face ; a demon’s fang hanging on a cord around his neck.

Section iii. Personality

Overall: No longer the naïve warrior first encountered, Oki has learned much from his experiences with Amaterasu. Not necessarily wise, he has embraced an openmindedness he did not have before, now more willing to open his heart toward others and likewise, invite them in ( with a little effort ) . Strong and courageous, Oki is every bit a fighter, and is the first to rise to action should there be any trouble in the village, no matter how small the matter seems. He is protective of others, though at times might just come across as cold or callous despite his heart always being in the right place. Oki is – overall – well-meaning, good-intentioned, and would go the distance to serve his role as a warrior ( sometimes recklessly ) . He is also rather assertive and self-assured.Positives: Brave ( likely to a fault if not cautious ) , and sincere in his efforts, Oki has the potential – when he manages to warm up to others – to be kind, lighthearted, and even gentle ; committed, forthcoming, and chivalrous.Negatives: At times, Oki can still be deemed self-centered or selfish, though he tries not to be or does not intend to be ; first impressions of his character leave some with a “cold shoulder” effect ; self-sacrificing.

Alignment: Lawful - Neutral.Myers - Briggs: ENTJ.Major Arcana: Strength ( Upright ), The Chariot ( Upright ).Violent? Occasionally ( though far less forward with it as he used to be ).Smokes || Drinks || Drugs: Never || Occasionally || Never.Mental: N/A.

Section i. Basics

Name: Annwyl Ellis Aimarier ( Awhn - will / ELLIS / Ay - mahr - ee - eh ).Nickname(s): Ann.Birthdate: September 18th.Age: Twenty-Two ( 22 ).Gender || Pronouns: Female — She || Her.Orientation: Not so much a PRUDE as she is vastly inexperienced and unsure of these things ; much more open in terms of romance and other partnerships than sex.

Species: A daughter from a long-line of draconic royals.Occupation: Princess & Inevitable Queen following the slaying of her parents ; Peacekeeper, Denizen & Something of an aspiring apothecary / healer.Faceclaim? Kiera Parvis — Actually, I Was The Real One.

Section ii. Appearance

Height: 5' 4''.Build: Petite and slender ; a modest, cute looking thing with delicate and soft features.Eyes: Violet-Blue.Hair: Sleek, long and wavy, falling past the shoulders ; often done up with flowers or bows and ribbons ; black.Complexion: Fair.Markings: None.Distinguishing trait(s): Wee little fangs, small claws and pointed ears ; the gentle, elegant slope of curved horns rising from the head.

Apparel: Dresses or flowing gowns with high necklines and long-sleeves, corsets, stockings, generally those garments that are flowing and dappled with sparkling accents is the way to go ; Annwyl enjoys wearing effeminate clothing compared to anything “casual” ( though when she does it is often a ruffled blouse coupled with a skirt or something to that effect ) ; she prefers varying hues of blues, purples, and sometimes dares for white.Accessories: Rarely does she wear her crown outside of the castle, but she does have one ; occasional pieces of jewelry such as earrings and necklaces, often silvers rather than golds.

Section iii. Personality

Overall: Annwyl is, above all things, generous, openminded, and forgiving, likely to a FAULT . Often mistaken for weakness, this sweet individual is discredited as naive and childish. However, she is determined, hosting a strong conviction and big heart that welcomes all ; that is willing to see the good in everyone and everything, no matter their sins. Though she has much to learn about ruling an entire kingdom, she faces it with grace and always wears a smile. Unwilling to allow history to repeat itself, Annwyl remains a positive influence on her kingdom, a gentle and all-loving presence which makes for an inspiring diplomat to usher in a new tiding of peace. Described as being spunky, but with a soft outer-shell.Positives: Curious rather than cautious, Annwyl has been cited numerous times to “have no fear”, if something intrigues her ( as many new, exciting things tend to ), she will strive to seek it out ; lover of knowledge and learning / lover of people and new experiences ; softspoken, polite, and optimistic.Negatives: A bit shy upon first encounter, even a little inexperienced ( though she tries rather hard to understand everything ) ; her overt kindness has certainly awarded her many dangers ; excitable and overeager, can come off as “clingy” or overindulgent for company, especially with newcomers ; rarely expresses her worse emotions ( such as sorrow or anger ) , tends to bottle them up or suppress them.

Alignment: Lawful - Good.Myers - Briggs: INFJ.Major Arcana: Temperance ( Upright ), The Fool ( Upright ).Violent? Never.Smokes || Drinks || Drugs: Never || Occasionally || Never.Mental: N/A.

Section i. Basics

Name: Claudius Niadh Jr.Nickname(s): Claude or "Boss".Alias: "CLAUDANDUS."Birthdate: April 10th.Age: Forty-Two ( 42 ).Gender || Pronouns: Male — He || Him.Orientation: Panromatic || Gray-Asexual.Species: Demonic Halfling ; Former ward.

Education: Claudius had some normal schooling up through middle school. That is until his powers and other "aspects" became apparent in his adolescence. He was thereafter removed from the public eye and home-schooled under close supervision.Occupation: The owner of his self-owned / self-made underground club, LUX — a "Patriarch" to those who have endured similar fates or simply seek new opportunities.Faceclaim? Ellias Ainsworth ( as a Fae ) — Ancient Magus' Bride.

Section ii.i Appearance {Human}

Height: 6' 4''. || 193 cm.Build: Gruff & Gaunt ; longer limbs coupled with wiry, somewhat bulky torso and angular features.Eyes: Silver-blue ; his eyes turn a more vivid cyan hue when using his powers.Hair: Curly, yet always tied back into a thick knot ; colored brown-red with lighter fringe 'round his face. For facial hair he normally bounces between an extended goatee or some short stubble in a similar shape.Complexion: Fair.Markings: Scattered freckles, now faded and few ; scars and old wounds which never healed quite right.Distinguishing trait(s): A protruding line drawing down the center of his forehead ; furred ears ; pinpricks of ram-like horns ; claws and fangs ; poking of bones 'cross spine ( shaped not like vertebrae but hooks ).

Apparel: Always dressed either "to the nines" or business-casual, Claudius ( while not intentional ) exudes wealth and clean-cut fashion ; dark tones ( mostly greys and blacks , some more earthy ), suits and ties, fine leather shoes, all picked and tailored carefully from expensive collections.Accessories: Claudius oftentimes will wear shades to cover up his eyes, even on a cloudy day. The Chimera also has several piercings ; double neck piercings along the front of his throat, piercings in the lobes and cartilage of both ears ( one of which connects the two as a small chains ), and navel piercings. The most prominent of accessories, however, is the one draped along his collarbone and neckline disguised as some royal torc ; it was a device formerly used to track him and subdue him. But now merely hangs like some opulent noose drilled into his skin.

Section ii.ii Appearance {Demon}

Height: 7' 11'' || 241 cm.Build: An amalgam of a shape ; long, gangly limbs. Paw-like hands with large talons and feet carved into sharpened hooves. Shape hulking and distinguishably HUNCHED OVER , fur rotted away to show off crooked bone. Brush-like tail cracks back and forth like a whip behind him as he lumbers forward.Eyes: Through the emboldened sockets of the transformed skull , Claude's eyes appear as nothing more than dancing bright lights of blue.

Fur: Claudius's fur is fit to match his hair in human glamour ; a thick, unruly cloak of russet washed in darker gradients which seem to IGNITE whenever he uses his powers.Horns: Four horns, two on either side of the skull, bending off in opposite directions ; deep silver.Markings: None.Distinguishing trait(s): Boned increments act like ARMOR , hatched together rather than exposing innards ; hooked vertebrae pierce out of backside, longer at the shoulders and descending – shortening – down backside. Thorny tendrils spill off body like excess feelers.

Section iii. Personality

Overall: Claudius's disposition tends towards CALM & DEMURE. Wholeheartedly a workaholic, Claudius is opinionated, productive and dedicated ( although oftentimes exhausted ). Not particularly the most socially knowledgeable of creatures, Claudius manages to feign extroversion when entertaining his patrons ( or dealing with his business partners ). The Chimera, try as he like, cannot totally escape the fact his instincts tend towards a creature of HATE & BITTERNESS, vying for a sense of retribution.Positives: Good work ethic and tends to get things done ; a natural leader and semblance of a father - figure to the younger members of his circle.Negatives: Tendency towards aggression in retaliation towards problems ; while calm in most cases, he isn't the most social of men.

Alignment: Chaotic - Good.Myers - Briggs: INTP.Major Arcana: The Emperor ( Reversed ).Violent?: Frequently.Smokes || Drinks || Drugs: Occasionally || Occasionally || Never.Mental: Psychotic tendencies ( penchant to cause harm , prone to violent outbursts & night-terrors ) — Insomnia — HAPHEPHOBIA — Cannibalism.

Telekinesis

A well-endowed trait Claudius has worked rather painstakingly to gain control over. Claudius has the ability to generate wavelengths so great they can fracture concrete ; he has the capacity to levitate not only his own body but others or objects as well ( most notable with his dagger - wielding ). If it can be helped , Claudius prefers not to use this attribute.

Transfiguration

Able to ( mostly ) at will shift 'tween his human glamour and his more bestial shape, Claudius is able to rapidly change forms in a moment's notice. Although he consistently resides in his human guise to appease public reputations, he always feels more content in his other shape.

Skill — Knife Combat (ADVANCED)

Attribute(s) — Enhanced Strength & Sensory

Section i. Basics

Name: Evaline ( Pronounced Ev - uh - Leen, not Ev - uh - Lin ; she’s extremely pedantic about this ).Nickname(s): Eva ; Lini ; Etc.Birthdate: March 30th.Age: 1525 years.Gender || Pronouns: Female — She || Her.Orientation: Demiromantic || Demisexual.

Species: A “Dream Shepherd” — A subset of nigh-celestial beings and guardians devoted to ( or confined to ) the realm of the subconscious ; Sheep-like creatures assigned to expelling / usurping the evil in the mind, weaving good dreams &. intentions, promoting good fortune.Occupation: An heiress to a long-standing line of influential and powerful Shepherds.Faceclaim? None.

Section ii.i Appearance {Human}

Height: 5’ 5’’. || 165 cm.Build: Dainty and demure, only modestly curvaceous ; the real draw are delicate features set into a misleadingly soft-edged face – eyes heavy-lidded and framed by long colorful lashes, always smiling lips and a kind expression ; slight musculature along the limbs, but an otherwise thinner, smaller frame.Eyes Violet-red, horizontal pupils.Hair: Perfectly pink ; straight with feathering fringe ‘round the face.Complexion: Peachy tinted, but still on the lighter side.Markings: A beauty-mark under the left eye.

Distinguishing trait(s) Always wears make-up ( eyeshadow, blush, lipstick – not a day goes by without at least SOME glam ) ; small horns poke out from her head, she cannot help the way her hair changes gradient at the fringe and how she exudes a sort of dream-like air - glittery and luminescent.Apparel: Pastel hues and neutral tones ( rarely does she indulge in prints, no matter how cute ) ; blouses and skirts, the occasional dress, and short-heeled pumps or ballet flats ( sneakers are a crime, even on resting days ) ; outfits are meticulously paired / complimented right down to the color of the jewelry she wears that day.**Accessories: ** Rose-gold is the way to go ; every now and then she will wear pearls.

Section ii.ii Appearance {Shepherd}

Height: 7'0''.Build: An upright-walking, sheep-like creature ; not as tall nor as imposing as her fellows, Evaline sports an androgynous ( albeit very slightly curvaceous ) shape, with the most weight set into furred bosom and thighs. Limbs are thin and long, movements graceful and with purpose, set atop shoed cloven hooves. Features are delicately set into the face of a lamb, but her eyes betray her deceitful nature ; large ears unfurl from underneath a well-kept coat of fur, drooping daintily on either side of her face ; a wee tail is hidden away.Eyes Violet-red, horizontal pupils, outlined with long lashes.Fur: Evaline’s main body coat is painted a neutral white, pristine and kept shaved.

Mane: A swell ‘round the face and over the breast ; a cloudlike feature in appearance, that – at first – seems like simple fur, before billowing down the backside and trailing behind as celestial dream-matter, leaving skittering / sparkling trails in her wake. Her mane begins as a pastel pink-rose, blending away into pastels of orange, yellow and purple.Horns: Only two, one on either side of her head, in the customary spiral ; painted rose-gold, much like her hooves and nails.Distinguishing trait(s): Billowing fur is gathered and caught into the hold of a gilded clasp at her front ; bracers decorate the arms and legs ; a single gem-like adornment is placed to her crown ; she gives off an otherworldly glow in this shape only, but none of the kindness.Marking(s): The same beauty-mark under her left eye ; cheeks seem always hinted with blush.

Section iii. Personality

Overall: Being an heiress puts Evaline on a pedestal, or at least she believes it does. Handed everything from the onset of life, this particular Shepherd is entitled and extremely vain. And while not the most powerful of her flock – nor of her outside peers – she has this innate belief that there is nothing she cannot do, that everything she does is perfect, and her voice should always be accounted for ( no matter how wrong these opinions may be ). A troublemaker from the start, Evaline is known to abuse her powers ( both her status and her magic ) and take advantage of those around her, indulging her every pleasure – whatever it may happen to be at the time.Positives: Straightforward and brutally honest, she may be a “mean girl”, but at least she tends to be forthcoming about this and most, if not all, of her intentions ; Evaline has leadership potential and can even be described as driven.Negatives: Considered conniving but not necessarily cunning – while smart in her own right, Evaline more so creates room to make OTHERS perform work on her behalf. Manipulative, obnoxious, reckless, and careless of anyone else’s emotions or opinions outside of her own.

Alignment: Neutral - Evil.Myers - Briggs: ENTJ.Major Arcana: The Chariot ( Upright ) , The Fool ( Reversed ).Violent?: OccasionallySmokes || Drinks || Drugs: Never || Occasionally || Never.Mental: Narcissism — Minor delusions of grandeur and power.

Section i. Basics

Name: Tharn.Nickname(s): If you feel extremely annoying, “pony-boy” is commonly used to mock him.Birthdate: January 13th.Age: 1155 years.Gender || Pronouns: Born male , identifies NON-BINARY — He || They.Orientation: Demiromantic || Asexual.

Species: A “Nightmare” — A subset of nigh-celestial beings and guardians devoted to (or confined to) the realm of the subconscious ; equine-like harbingers of night-terrors, sleep paralysis, and bad dreams – heralds of misery &. misfortune.Occupation: Nightmare Apprentice &. Protégé ( Former – EXILED ) ; Scholar.Faceclaim? Ryou Kashiba from the CANIS series.

Section ii.i Appearance {Human}

Height: 6’ 5’’. || 200 cm.Build: Thin and athletic ; defined, angular features ; large hands.Eyes: Gray ; occasionally wears glasses, if only to study tomes and other such material.Hair: Black ; long, slightly messy-swooping locks - often gets into his face and in the way of his work.Complexion: Smoky ivory ( a gray-toned hue ).Markings: A few scars here and there, nothing major.

Distinguishing trait(s): Human glamour has FADED over-time with lack of upkeep, leaving room for less pleasant features to amass – pointed ears, sharpened teeth and nails ; the long tail and hooked spines from his natural form ; slight horns jutting out of his crown ; the innate aura customary to his kin – a presence disconcerting and discomforting.Apparel: Dark or neutral tones for the most part ; typical academic-attire consisting often of button-downs, vests, slacks or trousers, well-worn shoes and the occasional sweater.Accessories: None.

Section ii.ii Appearance {Nightmare}

Height: 18 hh. || 6’’. || 182.88 cm.Build: Comparable to an equine based on shape ; appears emaciated by design, allowing for sharp, bone-like protrusions in focal areas such as the face, joints, and ribs ; thin fur coat pulls taut against prominent structure, announcing power despite seeming lack of nourishment. Vertebrae of spine are notched and crooked, bending into hooks down from the neck ( on either side of the mane ) and along the backside ; two horns stand atop the head ; long, hairless tail ; maw is hooked, as if like a beak, and the muzzle is broken not by typical molars, but interlocking fangs.Eyes White, eerily shining in the dark of the mind.Coat: Black.

Mane: A tangled mess of black threads and hazy coils.Distinguishing trait(s): Nearly incorporeal, Tharn’s composition is a body that threads through one’s fingers as ashen spoils ( unless given the trust to be touched or seen ) ; despite normal disposition, the aura he exudes is a compliment to his dark-imbrued craft – inspiring dread, misery, or otherwise general discomfort.Marking(s): None.

Section iii. Personality

Overall: The antithesis of his kin, Tharn is well-meaning and docile. Without a violent bone in his body ( despite his dream realm appearances ), he has a heart of gold and intends to use it. Eager to put to rest the idea that ALL of his species are mindless creatures bent on wreaking havoc, Tharn seeks to make peace with the Shepherds rather than continue the ages-long war. Though not exactly the most courageous of spirits, he often forgets the merit of his strength. Soft-spoken most times, Tharn hardly ever gets angry, impatient, or flustered – in fact, he barely does anything other than smile (if that).Positives: Despite being an outcast, he is sought out for being such a calming and level-headed presence ; often vouches for the good in everyone ( even if they don’t deserve it ).Negatives: Sometimes finds himself in precarious situations by attempting to stand up for others ( without asking ) ; tends to be too forgiving and too kind, wearing his heart on his sleeve.

Alignment: Lawful - Neutral.Myers - Briggs: INFP.Major Arcana: The Sun ( Upright ) , The Fool ( Upright ).Violent? Rarely.Smokes || Drinks || Drugs: Never || Occasionally || Never.Mental: N/A.

Section i. Basics

Name: Kaëltyr ( A name left forgotten and abandoned ; they will not give this moniker freely anymore ).Alias: Kaen Rolav.Nickname(s): "Sugar Kaen" by good friends.Birthdate: December 1st.Age: Somewhere in their 220s ( Apparent age to be 24 or so by human standards ).Gender || Pronouns: Born female , identifies NON-BINARY — They || Them.Orientation: Panromatic ( female / feminine lean ) || Demisexual.

Species: Faun & Demi-God — Elemental Halfling ( Fire & Earth ).==Education:== Graduated High School with Honors — Currently attending the top University for Performing Arts to complete their respective major.Occupation: Daytime part-timer at a local bookstore ( Most hours spent selling & stocking but sometimes covers shifts as a barista ) — Nighttime gig spent as a PERFORMER ( singing , dancing , including the craft of their pyromancy / natural luminesce to indulge the audience ) at a downtown lounge.Faceclaim? None.

Section ii. Appearance

Height: 5' 2''. || 157 cm.Build: Plump as a cherub ; round face and fuller waist-line ( larger bust hidden beneath a binder ) ; strong shoulders and legs, made sturdy enough to withstand their sorrows and their hopes.Eyes Deep, stormy blue ; oftentimes hidden behind glasses ( when they remember to wear them ).Hair: An unruly, constantly tussled deep-rooted copper. Once long and untamed, now cropped and free to do as it pleases.Complexion: Fair with the added decorum of various stony arrangements fused into them like armor. They have freckles in various places, their skin turning into a tawny gradient over their arms and legs ( and slightly along the bridge of their nose as well as across their brow ) like a fallow doe.Markings: Always banged up, Kaen wears bruises and dents as easily as clothing. Along arms and across the thick of thighs are self-harm scars occasionally reopened.

Distinguishing trait(s): Kaen's complexion resembles that of what they ARE, a Faun, with skin in some places resembling the pelt of a young doe. Kaen is speckled by stones ( notably near the eyes, over the crown, across the collar and fleetingly elsewhere like the imprint of their spine ) ; these stones – as well as their person – have a natural phosphorescence, a natural glow which shines attuned to their disposition. Being a Faun, Kaen has antlers, long furred ears and a tail.Apparel: Button-ups and blazer jackets coupled with high waist-line ; collared shirts peaking out of soft sweaters ; can't go wrong with a good turtleneck or cheeky blouse ; long coats and knitted wool shawls ; knee-high socks or leggings and cuffed boots ; keeps to earthy tones ( greens , browns and autumnal hues ; dashes of deep blues, grays ; occasionally dares to wear burgundy or ivory ).Accessories: Constantly bandaged hands ; simple studded earrings ; glasses.

Section iii. Personality

Overall: Kaen proves to a bit of an oddball. While not wholly social, they crave to be in and thrive in social environments ; while not necessarily the most conversational, they show themself the best in intellectual stimulation ; and while not at all temperamental, Kaen's anger ( as well as their magic ) is perhaps the most explosive and volatile part of their personality. Kaen shows traits of intelligence ( both academically and sometimes creatively ) , but is oftentimes overshadowed by unrealistic ideals and goals as well as self-deprecation and loathing.Positives: Genuine and gentle-hearted Kaen puts forth everything into a friendship even at their own expense ; open-minded, curious and overall pleasant.Negatives: Kaen tends to almost never anger but does fluster easily ; stricken by an unshakable melancholy and cynicism.

Alignment: Neutral - Good.Myers - Briggs: INFJ.Major Arcana: Strength ( Upright ) , The Hermit ( Reversed ).Violent? Rarely.Smokes || Drinks || Drugs: Never || Frequently || Rarely.Mental: PTSD — Major depression & dissociative episodes — Self - medicating ( primarily with drinking ) / Self - harm — Pyromania.

Geomancy

An arcane trait of their own accord , usually manifests based on emotion. The stones Kaen produces appear similar to bismuth and are highly reactive to strong energies to the point of being literally explosive.

"The Sight"

An ability gifted to most divine or otherwise mystic-blooded creatures ; Kaen can see, hear, and very much sense those who have crossed the Threshold into the natural world ( spirits, fae, etc. ).

Pyromancy

An arcane trait from their elemental mother ; it is currently unknown how powerful this trait is or is not. What is known is the fact they've very little control over it.

Skill — Kickboxing (INTERMEDIATE)

Skill — "Ascension" / Transfiguration (BEGINNER)

Attribute — Increased rate of recovery

Section i. Basics

Name: Areum Auvane.Alias: "Lhore."Birthdate: Celebrated on the first of the new year.Age: Begrudgingly immortal ( constantly reincarnated ) ; Apparent age to be in the mid-thirties ; Has been alive for centuries at best.Gender || Pronouns: Female — She || Her.Orientation: Demiromantic || Asexual.

Species: Imugi || Imoogi ( A lesser beast aspiring / destined for ascension ) — Resurrected & Reincarnated Ancient ( Qilin ).==Education:== Tutored privately a vast majority of her life ; academics focusing on history , literature , music , and the sciences ( including separate mentors which introduced topics of alchemy ).Occupation: Peacekeeper.Faceclaim? None.

Section ii.i Appearance {Human}

Height: 5' 11''. || 180 cm.Build: Tall and lean, her stature favors one more modest rather than overtly womanly ; made up of slim waist, subtle curves, and simpler - era elegance.Eyes: Usually portrayed as slanted and shuttered ; the iris is painted gold, the slivered pupil is a dark red.Hair: Thick , twirling strands are white. the foremost tresses are pulled back from her face into plaits tying 'round to the back of her skull and left to hang loose.Complexion: Lhore's complexion is one rendered fair, carrying a dose of faint pigmentation in the form of metallic / shadowy shimmer.Markings: None.

Distinguishing trait(s): Poking from the head are but remnants of her horns, seemingly molded / cropped in order to suffice a human glamour ; she cannot escape the bloom of arcane presence 'round her, cannot entirely hide the claws nor the fangs ; dappled 'cross skin are ridges of gilded and opalescent scale.Apparel: Always clothed in shimmering fabric, silken and woven with scatters of filigree ; cinched 'round waist is a bold sash of striking colour, the tails of which drape loose down her backside ; her hands often hide in large, flowing sleeves. When travelling she'll wear a dark - painted cloak whose hood and cowl are crowed with the opalized skull of a lost kin.Accessories: A cascading strand / thread of jewels spun around the head, overlapping where the buds of horns reside and falling atop the forehead.

Section ii.ii Appearance {Qilin}

Height || Length: 10 ft. by the shoulder || 8.5 ft. from muzzle to tail.Build: Agile and sleek , a creature forged of shimmering hide and so-soft mane, her great hooves never once disgrace the ground ; built like a doe, like a dam, with longer neck to holst up proud head crowned in sprawling horns and dangling adornments ; her features are petite, but sharper and harsher than most of her ilk. Behind her trails a long sail - like, furred tail, adorning her backside and withers are retractable thorns.Eyes: The reverse of the gaze of her human disguise ; red outer tone and golden pupil.Horns: Black , with 3 on either side of the skull. The first curl inward then spiral outwards. The second simply curl inward. And the last merely jerk downwards. Lhore also has a central horn jutting out of her forehead like a common unicorn horn.

Scales: Various states of goldtone, settled in such a way to defend rather than maim. Her plates are smooth ( save for the bite of a few upraised edges ) and inlaid with opalescent flickers.Fur: White ; ever in motion , similar to a cloud. Her mane begins at the point of the horn foremost at her crown, spilling backwards like that of a lion over her chest, shoulders and backside ; she has feathers of fur 'round her hooves as well.Hooves: Black and cloven , kicking up sparks of light wherever she roams.Distinguishing Trait(s): None.Markings: None.

Section iii. Personality

Overall: While most Qilin are envisioned as docile and approachable creatures , Lhore is NOT such a Qilin. Although passive and extremely patient, Lhore tends to be solitary, electing to keep her circles closed and her trust even harder to obtain.Positives: Observant and understanding , Lhore is quick to pick up on the troubles of those around her ; naturally a gentle creature, ( almost ) unwilling to cause harm to both nature and other beings.Negatives: Cautious in disposition, leading her to a lonely existence ; stoic, aloof, or even described as hard to read.

Alignment: Lawful - Neutral.Myers - Briggs: ISTJ.Major Arcana: The Empress ( Upright ) , The Moon ( Upright ).Violent? Rarely.Smokes || Drinks || Drugs: Never || Occasionally || Rarely.Mental: N/A.

Projection & Telepathy

Lhore's telepathy is most applicable when she assumes her alternate form, capable of casting her voice into another's headspace even over a general distance. Lhore is also able to cast images / visions into another's mind given hosting a bond with them prior.Her projection, however, is the ability to permit someone to “see” through her eyes no matter the form. The skill is not yet perfected and seems to take an absurd amount of magic to utilize at best. It is only useful for short-time usages.

Light Manipulation

Or Light - Wielding magic , the Qilin is capable of generating and weaponizing strikes of pure light.

Armoring

A reactive & wholly defensive trait ; scales will harden on natural body to sustain a blow. As a human , they will appear in order to protect Lhore's form.

Skill — Alchemy (INTERMEDIATE)

Skill — Swordsmanship (INTERMEDIATE)

**Attribute — Areum ( or Lhore ) is indebted to a cycle of reincarnation ; thus far she has lived several lives in many different forms
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Section i. Basics

Name: Moira Fidare.Nickname(s): Morfid, "Morbid," etc.Birthdate: December 22nd.Age: Somewhere in the late hundreds ; doesn't seem to appear any older than late - twenties to early - thirties.Gender || Pronouns: Born Female though identifies as "what the kids call a DEMI-GIRL" || They / Them / She / Her.

Orientation: Grey-Romantic || Grey-Asexual.Species: An ever - starved , gluttony - based demonic species.Occupation: Bartender at LUX underground lounge ( Coworker and "Bodyguard" for Claudius ) — Supplier of human parts & "goods" to Black Market industries.Faceclaim? Ashley Vohlen — Dhaldot no Akujiki Musume ( Ghoul Girl of Dhaldot ).

Section ii.i Appearance {Human}

Height: 5' 4''. || 162.5 cm.Build: Slim & Bony ; Long limbs combined with smaller, compact torso and wiry frame ; apathetic, tired eyes in a sharply cut face.Eyes: Near-translucent blue , wholeheartedly pale.Hair: Silver. Cropped and frayed 'round the face, bangs touching the brows and lashes ; the rest spilling in uneven layers straight down her back.Complexion: Morfid's skin is completely greyed , fading darker and darker towards the ends of limbs.Markings: None.

Distinguishing trait(s): Extremely discolored skin and gaze ; poking of bone through shoulder, collar , and spine ; cold as cold can be, a surprise she's even ALIVE at all ; longer ears, teeth and nails, pinpricks of antlers at her temples.Apparel: Depending whether on duty or off-shift, Morfid's attire varies.

At home they choose to wear loose clothes ( hoodies and leggings ; off-the-shoulder tops and distressed pants ). Morfid usually tends towards blues, blacks and whites, sometimes even grey. They're extremely casual and choose to dress comfortably.At work they're inclined to dress plenty more formal with cinched garb inlaid with FROSTY SEAMS and embellishments ( most usually a pinstripe suit with silver thread and platinum accents ).

Accessories: None.

Section ii.ii Appearance {Demon}

Height: 6' 6''. || 201 cm.Build: Virtually featureless save for features absconded from former prey – features not wholly her own ( bones & flesh alike ). A face with a slightly pronounced muzzle and jagged tooth and tusk, hollowed sockets and hart-like ears. A body SPINDLY & STARVED , coated in rotted frost and fur. Limbs both DANGINGLING & DISPROPORTIONAL , topped with crooked claws. Trailed by a bony, whip-like tail ; crowned by antlers.Eyes: Completely white ; no sclera, no iris, just the BAREST hint of a pale blue pupil.

Fur: Silver-white. Worn like an OVERCOAT or shawl compared to a literal fur, it hardly manages to cover the majority of their underbelly and extremities. Beginning 'tween antlers and pooling 'round shoulders and bosom, it's thickest here like a mane before scattering thinner 'cross the rest of their form, showing off PITCH-PAINTED flesh beneath.Distinguishing trait(s): Atmosphere 'round form drops significantly, makes up for lack of "camouflage" with presence of ice magic to guise presence. Beneath silver-white fur is skin black as black.Markings: None.

Section iii. Personality

Overall: The demon is rather sociable but is hard to get along with. Mistaken for one who doesn't care for anyone or anything – even seen as LAZY – Morfid usually sticks to being a "loner" outside of a very close-knit pack of friends. Opinionated and extremely headstrong , Morfid isn't one to yield to rules and regulations ( though Claudius happens to be the exception ) , they prefer to keep their options open and enjoy dangerous spontaneity.Positives: Carefree and passive, Morfid approaches life with a no-holds-barred, come-as-it-may stance.Negatives: Often seen as nihilistic with an unsavory or crass demeanor ; has an appetite that sometimes gets the better of them.

Alignment: Chaotic - Neutral.Myers - Briggs: ENTP.Major Arcana: The Chariot ( Upright ).Violent? Rarely.Smokes || Drinks || Drugs: Never || Occasionally || Occasionally.Mental: N/A.

Cryokinesis

Ice - manipulating magic typically displayed at all times in her general aura ; in combat it explores the realm of forging overhanging , temporary blizzards or manifesting projectiles out of frozen shards.

Skill — Hand-to-Hand Combat (INTERMEDIATE)

Skill — Marksmanship (INTERMEDIATE)

Attribute — Voracious appetite but constantly giving the impression of never having eaten at all ; one of the many embodiments of gluttonous hunger and famine.Attribute — Extremely keen hearing & taste.

Section i. Basics

Name: Sloan Bates.Alias: "THE ANOMALOUS".Birthdate: November 20th ( Scorpio - Sagittarius Cusp ).Age: Thirty ( 30 ).Gender || Pronouns: Non-Binary ( AFAB ) — They || It.

Orientation: Demisexual || Demiromantic.Species: Genetically altered human ; some ( including Sloan themself ) might argue they’ve entirely lost their human aspects years ago.Occupation: A former ward of the Eye of Michael ( escaped & now serving their time running from their demons ) ; Would merely call themself a simple traveler or vagabond nowadays, one not in the venture of looking for company.Faceclaim? None.

Section ii Appearance

Height: 5' 10''. || 177.8 cm.Build: Lean ( though somewhat wiry ), athletic and complimented by subtle curves ; muscular limbs, strong composition ; intelligent, albeit tired, gaze fixed into an indifferent expression and a delicate face.Eyes: Blue-violet, tends towards more of a distinguished, brighter purple hue under certain conditions.Hair: A dark chestnut, wavy and thick; cropped short ‘round the face, slightly overhanging the right side in loose curls and typically held in an unkempt french braid that ends just a few inches beyond the shoulders; dark tresses are tied with beads and feathers.Complexion: Tan ; being in the sun for extended periods of time lends to Sloan coming around with freckles.

Markings: They did have a tattoo of the sigil for The Eye printed into their skin, between their shoulderblades, towards the nape of neck… Upon escaping, Sloan took initiative to remove the mark by way of burning it out of their flesh. As such, the burn scars remain, seared permanently into their backside alongside any other various scars they’ve obtained over the course of their history as a fugitive.Distinguishing trait(s): Near-always wearing a RBF to the point they’ve been accused of acquiring “frown lines” or seeming as if they are irritated by something constantly ( note: not always the case ) ; Sloan gives off a certain “aura” that is palpable to most living creatures, including humans - they radiate a caliber of inhuman strength that wards many off, and those who get too close oft’ trigger this energy to retaliate and react in variable ways.Apparel: TBA.Accessories: None.

Section iii. Personality

Overall: Serious and the least bit temperamental, Sloan most often prefers to keep others held at a distance ( for good reason ) . Although Sloan is not normally an aggressor, they do come off as hostile and cold for first impressions. Straight-faced and no-nonsense is the way they approach pretty much all occasions, oftentimes speaking in blunt and deadpanned remarks or quips ; though their indifference towards people is, truthfully, a charade hiding a core of someone who very much cares and wants to be close to others but simply doesn’t know the way to do so without causing undue harm. Beneath the rough exterior, a broken, uncertain character who isn’t really sure WHO THEY OUGHT TO BE ANYMORE .Positives:Protective of others ( sometimes even over-protective ) and loyal ; honest to the point of seeming rude ; forward-thinking, proactive and action-oriented rather than focused on idle conversation ; willful, determined, and composed ( especially under pressure ) .Negatives: Sloan is a character of few words, making conversation difficult to those who don’t read the tells of body language well enough, often lending to them being regarded as apathetic or otherwise distant ; selfish and the least bit arrogant ( read as: taught to look down on those without powers / sees themself as chosen or otherwise cursed ) ; considered impatient and impersonal.

Alignment: Neutral - Good.Myers - Briggs: ENTP.Major Arcana: The Star ( Upright ) , The Tower ( Upright ).Violent? When necessary.Smokes || Drinks || Drugs: Never || Occasionally || Never.Mental: Touch aversion ( minor ; not to the extent it impedes interactions with others, but to the extent it makes close contact slightly discomforting ) , insomnia, infrequent dissociative episodes and recurrent volatile intrusive thoughts ; Sloan frequently experiences a disconnect from themself and from those around them, especially with regards to their abilities and where they came from.

Section i. Basics

Name: Verona Valhyr.Nickname(s): Varies from clippings of her name to the less fortunate “Fearmonger” or “Wraith”.Birthdate: Celebrated on the evening's rise of Samhain.Age: Begrudgingly immortal ; Apparent age to be in the mid-thirties ; Has been alive for centuries at best.

Gender || Pronouns: Female ( she | her ) ; Oftentimes presents more masculine in the correct company.Orientation: Pansexual || Panromantic ( much more favorable to women, both sexually & romantically ).Species: Valkyrie & Enchantress || Titaness of War — EXILED.Faceclaim? Teresa of the Faint Smile — Claymore.

Section ii. Appearance

Height: 7'0'' ( Typically when walking with mortals ) ; Her height and mass can change erratically because of transfiguration - she can be either much smaller, or much larger than this by own will.Build: A form both feminine and athletic ( muscular, tall, toned, stalwart and confident ) ; predatory features and sensuous curves alighted by Empyreal aura.Eyes: Silver ; Turns gold under certain situations ; slitted pupil, shadowed lids and long, pale lashes.Hair: Long, slightly curly golden blonde trusses. Usually parted down the center and left to hang loose.Complexion: Fair with the faint gleam of godhood marking her for what she is.Markings: Unsurprisingly, Verona is heavily scarred and wears her wounds with PRIDE. The most noteworthy breaks from her throat to below her bosom in a garish seam. The other, a caustic arcane mark seared into her backside as a remainder of her bout with the Titan of Death.

Distinguishing trait(s): Crown of horns, dark-painted lips, serrated teeth, talons and claws, pointed ears, tarnished flesh burnished by smoke and crack-like markings ; great Stymphalian wings, an ephemeral shine, gilded / burning blood...Apparel: Typically, opulent armored vestments ( engraved & emblazoned ) – the grandest of which is the gorget at her throat ; increments of fur and leather plaits , a long cloak well-worn. In other occasions, for those that don't require her warrior's attire, she favors silk blouses, trousers, heels, furred shawls and the like.Accessories: Hanging from a cord 'round the neck are the rings belonging to herself and her deceased betrothed, Lenore. She owns regal jewelry ( diadems, dangling earrings & the like ) but will mostly bring these out when the occasion calls for it.

Section iii. Personality

Overall: A woman with an inherently STRONG REGARD for order, no matter the cost, the Titan gives off a presence of unalienable strength and valiance. A manifestation of WAR ITSELF , Verona is a creature both known for force as much as intelligence — known better as a savior as much as a savage ; passionate and raving, she saves a seat for desire and destruction at her altar, inviting her disciples to feast and gorge themselves on the blood-ripe fruit of CHAOS . Denounced from her place amongst the Gods of her time, Verona embraces her truer nature — the instinct beyond intuition, the need beyond notion ; indulgent in her own madness, the Titan is a quick-blooming danger, a rot curdling through the host of Elysium. She is a usurper ; She is a devourer ; She is a conqueror ; And she will stop at NOTHING to challenge the Fates.Positives: Has an instinct to protect and provide solace / compassion to others ; extremely well - read &. intelligent despite being a creature of blood &. battle ; inherently passionate, almost inspired in her ways - amourous, sensual and vigil.Negatives: Is often seen as curious rather than cautious, willing to follow an intriguing trail into trouble ; seductive &. secretive, with nigh insatiable desires whetted only by battle and feats of valor, this is a woman who very obviously looks down on men ; manipulative &. mischievous.

Alignment: Lawful - Evil.Myers - Briggs: ENTJ.Major Arcana: The High Priestess ( Upright ) , The Devil ( Upright ) , The Star ( Upright ).Violent? Frequently.Smokes || Drinks || Drugs: Never || Frequently || Rarely.Mental: PTSD — Insomnia — Minor Psychosis — Cannibalism.

Illusionary Magic / Smoke Manipulation

Oftentimes the tactic she results to most , her primary element is conjuring using venomous smoke which is capable of leaving an intoxicating effect on prey and takes form of various , highly elaborate hallucinations / visions.

Skill — Necromancy (ADVANCED)

Skill — Transfiguration (ADVANCED)

Skill — Swordsmanship (ADVANCED)

Skill — Possession (ADVANCED)

Skill — Flight & Telepathy (ADVANCED)

Attribute: "Divine Sensory" — An extremely honed sense of taste and smell with the ability to pinpoint measures of taste and scents within another being ; The ability to detect another's aura in the form of soul-rooted "song".

Section i. Basics

Name: Dyn'lo ( din - low ) .Nickname(s): Typically most cut his name to simply "Dyn" or refer to him by "Forgemaster" or "Master Dyn'lo".Birthdate: VERSE DEPENDENT ; By lore, Dustling do not technically have a birthdate so much as they are brought to life by the needs and desires of their bonded. For simplicity, most Dustling adopt the birthdate of their bonded. Dyn’lo was born in AUTUMN ( around October 10th ).Age: Generally seen as “young” by Dustling standards ( as most will live well into their hundreds with a strong generational bond ) ; approx. in late-twenties by human-years.

Gender || Pronouns: Male — He || Him.Species: Dustling. ( Species Info - TDC-Centric ).Education: VERSE DEPENDENT.Occupation: Familiar-Spirit ( Former ) ; Forgemaster & Nomadic Academic ( Current ).Faceclaim? None.

Section ii. Appearance

Height: 4 ft. 3 in. by the top of the head when standing completely upright ; an uncommon height as most Dustling are only around 4ft. tall. Typically, Dustling are seen perched on their haunches, so Dyn will seem shorter than he actually is.Build: Dustling share similar form and proportions to FERRETS, having typically lean and flexible shapes, however Dyn – perhaps due to his profession – is slightly bulkier than his peers, offering a stronger host.Eyes: Big and round, set into an angular face tapering off into a sharp-ended muzzle ; Entirely black and shines like obsidian.Feathers: Dustling have small wings ( useful mostly for gliding ) and a feathered tail ( the length of which depends on gender ) ; Dyn’s feathers are comprised of sleek black plumes where atop both wings and tail first sits a crest of golden brown fur.

”Skin”: Fair upon the face, yet darkened on the extremities. On the legs and arms, the skin is similar to what one would find on bird legs.Fur: A full mane of black crowns the head ; the body is a mesh of golden brown and blond, rending his coloration much lighter despite his birth-season ; this creates an earthen gradient that again fades to fully black along the haunches and shoulders.Distinguishing trait(s): Powerful scent according to his same-species peers, which equates to equally powerful blood ( even to humans, he is pleasantly fragrant, smelling of sage, sandalwood & citrus ) ; dark spines line the trail of his backside, growing longest at the juncture of shoulderblades and shortening by the tailbone ; often seen with a copper-colored silk covering and a one-stoned necklace ; the scale-skin of clawed hands are long since roughened from several years of honing his craft as a Forger.Markings: A jagged burned-in scar trailing down the extent of his left arm and running across his pectoral muscle, over his shoulder, and partially up his neck; the fur here has not grown back properly, leaving full-view of the injury.

Section iii. Personality

Overall: Dyn’lo is oftentimes regarded as “part machine” for how seemingly unfeeling he can be. With a callous, no-nonsense attitude, this particular Dustling is very much closed-off from both himself and others. As a creature who has, since the death of his bonded, poured the entirety of his existence into science, Dyn’lo can seem quite clinical or “mechanical” when approaching others. Because of his trade, Dyn’lo favors reason and logic BEFORE emotion ; he believes every question ought to have an answer, and it is part of his endeavor as an academic mind to seek those answers.Positives: Innately curious, Dyn’lo has a constant need to learn, and an overwhelming thirst for knowledge no matter how meager the portion may seem ; he tends to pour much of himself into his craft ; although very much considered a distant individual, Dyn’lo is intelligent and involves himself wholeheartedly in anything/everything his companion brings forward.Negatives: Seen as “emotionally stunted”, Dyn’lo is straightforward, serious and can come across rather harshly to those who do not anticipate his nature to be scientific and factual about most things ( even emotional & interpersonal matters ) .

Alignment: Neutral - Good.Myers - Briggs: ISTJ.Major Arcana: TBAViolent? Where necessary ; Dustling profess to be passive and non-aggressive but Dyn does not refuse a challenge.Smokes || Drinks || Drugs: Occasionally || Occasionally || Never.Mental: N/A.

Section i. Basics

Name: Eliu ( note: the character does NOT have a given name in canon ; this name is purely fictional / a personal HC ).Alias: "The Nowhere King".Birthdate: August 25th.Age: Forty ( 40 ).Gender || Pronouns: Male — He || Him.

Species: A Centaur — Specifically, an Elktaur.Education: Primarily self-taught or strictly tutored ; magic, engineering, the ways and histories of both worlds became topics of study and expertise.Occupation: Rift-Worker &. Expert / Engineer ( Former ) — King of the Minotaur Army ( Former ) ; Notable Magus, Scholar, and War Criminal seeking to atone.Faceclaim? Self.

Section ii. Appearance

Height: 6' 7'' ( by the head ) - 6' 11'' ( including horns ).Build: Broad shoulders, yet a narrow and hard-working frame ; angular features in a kind face, avoidant gaze and sleepless sights ; calloused hands, chipped hooves and scarred, ink-leaking pelt – it's clear he’s been through a lot ; his other half is strong, bulky, and swift.Eyes: Unusual ever since he changed back ; black sclera, deep blue pupils - a faint glow to their hue.Hair: Black and long, pulled up behind but hanging loose in front.Complexion: A deeper tan.Fur: Dark gray ; thicker where torsos meet and 'round the hooves.Antlers: White - golden, crooked and malformed.Markings: Darker shading 'round the eyes ; old wounds scattered across both torsos, healed over blackened rather than flesh-like.

Distinguishing trait(s): A looming sense of dread and fear ; the trickling of unease – of something not quite altogether right and well. His skin is tarnished a bleaker, burnished shade, remnant stains of dark magic fleeting over arms and torso like unhealed wounds still aching ; antlers tower overheard in unearthly shapes, his magic carries the stench of war and regret ; a tail longer than usual for his kind, his fur tangled and grown.Apparel: Typically more modest attire ; something from a seemingly older era. A silk cravat tucked into fine-pressed waist-coats and dark-hued overcoats atop ; a well-worn cloak at times, with an antler-emblem.Accessories: A pocket-watch that still works.

Section iii. Personality

Overall: He is described as self-deprecating with a hard-to-break habit of putting himself and his work down. His self-loathing has only increased in lieu of his crimes, creating an unmendable divide between himself and others ; he is withdrawn, quiet, and soft-spoken, with bursts of sharp-tongued wit and emboldened, cocksure calculation. Although not aggressive, he cannot shake the part of him that is – that was, that could be. His magic and logic often find themselves at odds ; the dark and light of him, then, often in conflict and putting him in the middle of uncertainty of who he should be.Positives: A student of both science and magic, he is intelligent, rational / level-headed, diligent, and resourceful ; loyal yet modest he is approachable despite being innately introverted.Negatives: Critical, indulgent, and restless ; can be socially awkward and detached from those around him. He is constantly at war with himself ; communication becomes difficult, trust even more so.

Alignment: Neutral - Good.Myers - Briggs: ISTJ.Major Arcana: The Fool ( Upright ), The Hermit ( Reversed ), Justice ( Upright ).Violent? Doesn't mean to be.Smokes || Drinks || Drugs: Never || Occasionally || Never.Mental: PTSD, frequent nightmares which relive past sins and terrors.

Section i. Basics

Name: Loki Laufeyson / Loke / Or other derivatives of the namesake.Nickname(s): None.Birthdate: The Winter Solstice.Age: Wholly immortal ; Apparent age to be in the mid-thirties ; Has been alive for centuries at best, but still considerably YOUNGER than many other Gods.Gender || Pronouns: Male ( Fluid ) — He || Him.

Orientation: Ambiguous ; Has no preference.Species: At least something of a God ( one who carved out godhood from the lonely carcasses of fellows, claiming it as his own ) — While some say he was "found" in Jotunheim, Loki's true soul was plucked from the formless realm of Chaos ; A forgery of the Aesir, a child of both fire and destruction.Occupation: Advisor, spellweaver, trickster, charmer, blood-oath brother.Faceclaim? None.

Section ii. Appearance

Height: 6' 0''. || 182.8 cm.Build: Lithe, angular, well-mended; a frame built not for combat, but speed and magic, capable of both allure and dexterity.Eyes: A gem-like green-blue ; clever-lit, framed by dark smoke-like lining, slit pupil.Hair: A deep-rooted red; thick, breaking away from the face in tussled, fire-like furls ; held in a half upright plait at the back of the head while the rest falls loose along the shoulders.Complexion: A deeper ivory, sun-loved and rich. Arms and hands fade to pitch where fire has been cast and smote at will 'pon the flesh.Markings: Remaining scars from having his mouth sewn shut ; various burning spellwoven runes imprinted into his flesh.

Distinguishing trait(s): A child born out of the throes and aether of Chaos, Loki too bleeds as ashen waste rather than ichor - in hissing, poisonous wisps ; a constant aura of burning presence ; charred limbs, complete with inlaid veins of smolder where blood once boiled. Pointed ears and a serrated smile.Apparel: Cloth spun of greens and silvers and golds ; though not as ornately made as his Aesir fellows, they are still worn proudly, vainly. Cast over with masks of leather, plates of burnished hard-metals, covered sometimes with a cloak or cape flattered by fur or feather.Accessories: Minimal pieces of armor adorning the wrists, ankles and neckline, swathes of heavy jewelry accustomed to one greedily wanting to be adorned and adored.

Section iii. Personality

Overall: A self-serving, self-fulfilling God, Loki has full loyalties to no-one but he and himself (but potentially also some of his followers who earn such distant respect and fluid trust). Cocksure and meanspirited, his traits of mischief often come off as cruelty... Though not without cause nor method. Meticulous as ever, his schemes - while not entirely foolproof - are thorough and dangerously well-planned. Loki himself proves intelligent, indulgent, intrusive, and above all: a burning fire bursting at the seams waiting to be fed.Positives: Credited for being witty and much smarter than he seems; a master of the mystics and even better at (lying) talking, in whatever form. Known to be lively, even infectious with his charm.Negatives: Unapologetic, oftentimes, for his wrongdoings; inherently provocative ( not necessarily for the greater good of himself or others ).

Alignment: Neutral - Evil.Myers - Briggs: ESFP.Major Arcana: The Magician (Reversed), The Devil (Upright).Violent?: When necessary.Smokes || Drinks || Drugs: Rarely || Occasionally || Rarely.Mental: N/A.

Skill — Pyromancy (ADVANCED)

Skill — Illusion Magics (ADVANCED)

Skill — Transfiguration (INTERMEDIATE)

Skill — Telekinesis (BEGINNER-INTERMEDIATE)

Skill — Knife + Close Range Combat (ADVANCED)

Attribute: Increased Speed

Attribute: Arcane Resistance

Section i. Basics

Name: Cernunnos.Nickname(s): Cernunnos has had many aliases, namesakes, and epithets over the eons; "The Horned One", "Pan", "Herne the Hunter", "Sire of the Wilds", "Father of Wild Things"... Long-winded is the list, yes, and he'll respond to any of them if spoken.Birthdate: Celebrated on the Summer Solstice ( though he is truly "reborn" on the first marks and makings of spring ).Age: Wholly ancient & immortal ; Cernunnos professes - and certainly IS - to be an eternal creature. Although capable of being felled, he is sure to return.

Gender || Pronouns: Male — He || Him.Orientation: Extremely fluid both romantically and sexually. Doesn't ask for labels, nor does he care for them ; he accepts and welcomes everyone and everything.Species: Some amalgamation of God-creature, creator-figure, and patriarchal herald.Occupation: VERSE DEPENDENT.What is He the God Of? Sex & Fertility ; the cycle of life, death & rebirth ; masculinity ; wealth, passion, strength and all which encompasses the wilderness and her creatures.Faceclaim? None.

Section ii. Appearance

Height: 7' and change. || When expressing his full godhood, he can crest over 12' high, excluding antlers.Build: Muscular and regal ; strength and poise each compliment themselves in hard-threaded form, wrought from ages and turns in maintaining peace through battle, earning the right to keep power through force, valor, and heart. He always gives the sense of towering, though is never looming nor imposing - a protector, a guide.Eyes: Heavy-lidded, hued emerald-blue, shadowed 'round the seams and framed by red lashes ; even in his ancient age, they carry a playful light.Hair: Long, thick snares of deep copper-red, threaded together in a braid ; complimented by lush facial hair.Complexion: Godhood imbrues one with a fine, warming radiance ; divine blood shines different depending on your host. For Cernunnos, it comes across as sunlit and bright - fresh like summertime glow through overhead tree boughs. His skin is calloused and roughed ; darkened over time to an almost dark-wooded hue.

Markings: Cernunnos, like the animal he represents, has faun-like resemblance in his skin ; easy to spot the fade over the brow, 'cross the cheeks and shoulders, etc. He is dappled by old scars, inlaid each with fine shimmer to memorialize the victory.Distinguishing trait(s): Unlike his offspring, Cernunnos's ears are longer and much more obvious ; he has a longer tail ; sharper teeth, a much deadlier crown which connects at the center to signify his sirehood. Cernunnos, too, is speckled with crystals which scatter decoratively over his face, the backside, and the extremities. This particular shape is faun-like - having the torso of a man and the lower half of a deer.Apparel: Altogether, in a more natural environment, Cernunnos does not wear much clothing at all aside from a loin-covering or something similar. When mingling with humans he will wear typical male attire ; button-ups, blazers, trousers, vests, fine leather shoes, etc.Accessories: Always his staff ; the snake-resembling necklace hung 'round the neck, easily takes shape into the actual creature.

Section iii. Personality

Overall: As an ancient, everlasting deity, Cernunnos boasts of a spiritual and wizened sort of comfort. A patriarch by nature, this particular god - however much known for his bouts of fervor, lust, and passion - is remarkably protective and caring unto the children of Nature ( consider it a habit, and not one he can quite help ). Cernunnos is secretive, and seen as mysterious, but has a palpable sense of extraversion, like a hand that beckons in offering.Positives: Passionate and gracious ; charitable and oftentimes rather friendly and open towards others despite serious first-impressions. Cernunnos is forgiving, believing in the virtue and good of many over their sins ( to a point, of course ). Honorable, chivalrous, patient, and noble.Negatives: Keeps closed-off until quite involved with another, there are many things he will not say; he is not beyond the consuming wrath of his godly ilk - he can be entirely destructive and horrific should someone dishonor his graces ( this to say he is temperamental & can be volatile ).

Alignment: Neutral - Good.Myers - Briggs: ENFJ.Major Arcana: The Emperor ( Upright ), The World ( Upright ).Violent?: When necessary.Smokes || Drinks || Drugs: Rarely || Occasionally || Rarely.Mental: N/A.

"The Sight"

A godborn ability to see, hear, and even commune with spirits, fae, and other otherworldly entities at will.

"Wild Communion"

The ability to speak to and understand any offspring of the natural world ( plants, fauna, etc. ) , even those outside his domain.

Skill — Healing Magic (ADVANCED)

Skill — Geomancy & Other Earthen Magics (ADVANCED)

Attribute: Arcane Resistance

Attribute: Everlasting Life

Section i. Basics

Name: Hekate Mageia.Nickname(s): Hekate has acquired many namesakes, aliases and epithets over her time ; she will respond to any of them.Birthdate: Celebrated on the evening's rise of Samhain.Age: Wholly ancient & immortal ; Apparent age to be in the mid-forties ; Has been alive for centuries at best, is as old as the first cantrip of magic.

Gender || Pronouns: Female — She || Her.Orientation: Pansexual || Panromantic.Species: "The Triple Goddess" — Mother of the arcane ; Patron of the Moon, Ghosts, Necromancy and Thresholds ; Harbinger of night-creatures.Occupation: Owner of an arcane shop with many procured mystic / enchanted items or goods — "Goddess in plain sight", a humble advisor and guide in the neo-age of witchcraft ; VERSE DEPENDENT.Faceclaim? None.

Section ii. Appearance

Height: 6' 2''. || 188 cm.Build: Lithe and regal ; gentle-blooming curves and slopes, soft and illuminated features ; a demure posture and stance to suggest steadfastness, temperance, both fraught with mystic virtue.Eyes: Wide, curious and intelligent ; a lighter shade of blue-purple which is known to blaze and darken when scorned or irate.Hair: Long tangles of black-violet coils ; often braided and pulled upright whilst working, left alone in dark spools over her shoulders and backside when at leisure.Complexion: Godhood imbrues one with a fine radiance ; divine blood shines different depending on your host. For Hekate, it comes across as ghostly, moon-like almost, a subtle silvery gleam blooming throughout her naturally deeper-hued complexion.Markings: Like sewn threads of celestial ink, Hekate has sigils from firstborn spells spun across her skin ; some were self-made, others were forcibly taken from others.

Distinguishing trait(s): When smiling or laughing the apples of her cheek seem to beam brighter with her shining Godhood ; slightly pointed ears, clawed nails, hard-worked palms and fingertips ; a spectral aura forewarns her presence, it creates this this not-so-subtle breath of ancient, rooted magic pulsing in the air with every step and sway.Apparel: Typically articles which allow for ease of movement ; dresses and shawls ( sometimes hand-woven ), often with a cinched waist and wide skirts and sleeves, usually complimented by a deep neckline or backline.Accessories: Bangles on the wrists and ankles ; rings upon the fingers ; several necklaces of varying age and length.

Section iii. Personality

Overall: As her myth would have it, the Mystic Mother is a provocative subject ; spirited, secretive, and even spiteful when the tides may call for it. She is often shrouded in mystery, talking in such a way that indulges one's dormant curiosities ( or one's dormant demons if not careful ).Positives: Hekate is often sought for guidance - both for spiritual means and otherwise - she has proven herself centuries over to be trustworthy to not only fellow Gods but followers ; is generally outgoing and easily befriends or charms others.Negatives: As an immortal Titaness who indulges in the bad as well as the good, Hekate inspires others in perhaps not-so-good ways ; tends to hold grudges.

Alignment: Chaotic - Good.Myers - Briggs: ENFJ.Major Arcana: The Empress ( Upright ) , The Moon ( Upright ) , Death ( Upright ).Violent? Occasionally.Smokes || Drinks || Drugs: Rarely || Occasionally || Rarely.Mental: N/A.

Skill — Elemental Magic Proficiency (ADVANCED)

Skill — Necromancy (ADVANCED)

Skill — Transfiguration (ADVACNED)

Skill — Divination &. Clairvoyance (ADVANCED)

Skill — Summoning + Bestial Camaraderie (ADVANCED)

Attribute: Arcane Resistance

Attribute: "Gifting" ; granting magic unto others who are able or otherwise worthy

Section i. Basics

Name: Icarus Avrios.Nickname(s): None.Birthdate: March 20th ( Pisces - Aries Cusp ).Age: Twenty-Four (24).Gender || Pronouns: Male — He || Him.Orientation: Biromantic || Demisexual.

Species: Human.==Education:== Majority of his life spent home-schooled before passing on into long-term private schooling ; boasts a valedictorian’s GPA and takes University classes “for fun” ; VERSE DEPENDENT.Occupation: Entrepreneur & Inventor — Figurehead for a prosthetics company ; VERSE DEPENDENT.Faceclaim? None.

Section ii. Appearance

Height: 5' 9''. || 178 cm.Build: Agile, lithe and definitely a “lightweight” sort, Icarus would have you believe he’s athletic but he is... More aerodynamic rather than built for actual combat ; light on his feet, he’s able to move around swiftly and has spectacular balance.Eyes: A lighter brown tone ; hazel.Hair: Icarus has strawberry blond hair ( a pleasantly ginger-blond gradient ), which remains in a constant state of disarray, as if wind-tossed. Hanging against the right side of his face is a short braid that just barely reaches his shoulder.Complexion: Sun-loved and able to tan rather easily, Icarus’s skin-tone is wedged somewhere between beige and something warmer ; he has a smattering of fleeting freckles along his cheeks and shoulders.Markings: There are burned lacerations on his backside – and a bit on his arms – from where the wings were and then crumpled into him as he fell. Though not impairing his functionality, he is self-conscious of them.

Distinguishing trait(s): Although these wings were the very bane of him to begin with, he elected to make them a PERMANENT STRUCTURE of his person ; avian-esque prosthetics imbedded into his backside, no more medieval contraptions of wax and old feathers but now fully operational machinery!Apparel: When working, it might be obvious that Icarus puts effort into his appearance, he was taught to exceed expectations after all. However, when not working, one can find him with suspenders off the shoulders, trousers, and a button-up partially undone with sleeves unbuttoned and rolled up to the elbows.Accessories: None outside of multiple pairs of sunglasses suitable to whatever outfit he's wearing.

Section iii. Personality

Overall: Icarus holds himself to high esteem ; as the son of a renowned inventor, why shouldn’t he? People will tell you he has a boastful and haughty demeanor, a certain superiority as if perhaps near-dying taught him nothing other than to push harder for success and glory. Now working for a cause, Icarus is compassionate and resourceful. As a natural optimist, it isn’t hard to be found smiling alongside him ( if you can get him to relieve himself of his endeavors & ego for a moment, that is ).Positives: Extremely driven and goal-oriented ; generally friendly and extroverted, finding it easy enough to make friends both on the clock and off.Negatives: Often noted for being overconfident, greedy, and even somewhat moody.

Alignment: Neutral - Good.Myers - Briggs: ESTP.Major Arcana: The Fool ( Upright ) , The Chariot ( Upright ).Violent? Never.Smokes || Drinks || Drugs: Never || Rarely || Never.Mental: Occasional nightmares — Photosensitivity ( being in direct or harsh sunlight for extended periods of time causes his skin to hurt and his vision to waver ) — Thalassophobia ( Minor ).

Section i. Basics

Name: Soll.Nickname(s): L'Soleil , Sunne... Truly reacts to any derivative of the name of the Sun. Sometimes mistaken for various deities of the Sun – such as Apollo – or even heralds of the Star itself.Birthdate: Unknown.Age: Immortal & Ethereal ; Considered to be "on in years" according to the tides of Space.

Gender || Pronouns: The Sun takes on an androgynous shape but hosts a more masculine air according to myth — He || Him.Orientation: Ambiguous.Species: "Alien" — A spectral and celestial creature.Occupation: Supposed "God" ; overseer, protector, and monarch of the human-known Solar System.Faceclaim? None.

Section ii. Appearance

Height: 7' 8''. || 238 cm.Build: Although fixated on a masculine shape, he boasts an effeminate air ; an almost avian form altogether with long limbs, angular features, agile frame and a light-footed, elegant stride.Eyes: Wholly gold, fire-like and sifting in a sea of black sclera ; surrounded by long, pale lashes and lined in gilded glimmer.Hair: Soll doesn't necessarily have hair so much as he has a crest of pristine white feathers. The veil of hair which he does have is a pale gold that spills down his back, intertwining with his plumes.Complexion: This incarnate has a darker complexion, accenting the flush of radiant, pristinely-colored quills he sports. His adjacent-divinity has given him a "metallic" or "fiery" glow ; a trace golden and molten sheen that constantly beams from him.Markings: All across his skin ( along the face, chest, back and limbs ) are faint presses of gold and bronze ; the more irate, the more expressive generally, the Sun is, the more obvious these lightworked tattoos become.

Distinguishing trait(s): Pointed ears, venomous and searing bite, a radiated aural warmth and power ; once pristine feathers will often ignite at the seams ; partial bird-like limbs swathed in the cloak of his wings.Apparel: Shawls and sheers of vibrant hue, strung about the waist and shoulders, left pooling at the talons of the feet ; cloth of bright, pristine ivory, bronze, and white underneath.Accessories: Soll is very rarely seen without even a grand touch of emblazoned jewelry or stone to his person. Bracers, gauntlets, torques, earrings, rings… These would all be common for the Sun to be seen wearing.

A commonplace piece of jewelry sits against his neckline like a tapestry of gemstones. It drapes over his shoulders and falls across his backside in weaves of crystalline pieces, assorted in colors, braided through along pale gold leashes. In some instances, this large piece seems to fall over his wingspan in intricate weavings. In others, it sits in a gilded cape-like structure that merely drapes over silken clothing.

Section iii. Personality

Overall: Soll is, unsurprisingly, rather confident at first glance. However, he does strike others as perhaps a bit lonely or wistful. He is all too aware of his mortality, of his innate ability to destroy the System he reigns over... This leaves him - a creature of intimacy, light, and levity - almost standoffish and fearful. On good days, he is charismatic and welcoming, even a bit youthful ; though at his worst, he becomes scornful, tyrannical, and distant.Positives: Although he can be moody, he often falls on the better side of things more than the reverse, being generous, whimsical, openhearted and generally quite friendly.Negatives: When the worst of his moods reveal themselves, so do a whole other part of him ; the Sun is ultimately a star bound for supernova, his wrath is wholly explosive and he - himself - is equally as dangerous no matter how kind.

Alignment: Neutral - Good.Myers - Briggs: ENFJ.Major Arcana: The Sun ( Reversed ) ; The Emperor ( Upright ) ; Judgement ( Upright ).Violent? Occasionally.Smokes || Drinks || Drugs: Occasionally || Rarely || Never.Mental: A morbid fixation, a weighted mentality always present with the fact he is bound for inevitable destruction ; nightmares when sleep does come which prompt him to forgo sleep at all.

Pyromancy

Soll, rather appropriately, has the ability to freely wield fire. From small displays such as simply igniting his plumes or sputtering puffs of fire, he is also capable of engulfing his entire person in flame. Soll is capable of discharging solar flares or comet-like structures, perhaps even conjuring small spears of fire to hurtle at foes.

Skill — Astral Projection & Telepathy (ADVANCED)

Skill — Interdimensional Travel (INTERMEDIATE)

Skill — Transfiguration (INTERMEDIATE)

Attribute: Minor Ubiquity & Omniscience — Soll uses this attribute sparingly for such a prominent being in the System. Cognitions, both perceived and inferred, are utilized to both his and everyone else’s advantage despite his more aggressive baser nature. His capability to not necessarily have a hand in things, but to penetrate through the threads of the System with his own presence is astounding. The Sun tends to use his omniscience in terms of guidance and being sufficient for those in his stead.

Section i. Basics

Name: Isa.Nickname(s): None.Birthdate: March 7th.Age: Twenty-Five ( 25 ).

Gender || Pronouns: Male — He || Him.Orientation: Demiromatic || Grey-Asexual.==Species:== Nobody ( Former ) — Human.Faceclaim? Self.

Section ii. Appearance

Height: 5' 10''. || 177.8 cm.Build Perhaps due to his past tasks, Isa's form is a great contrast to that of his friend. With a form less agile and more sturdy, Isa has a muscular and strong frame, built for the bout.Eyes Like "sea-glass" ; a pale hue somewhere 'tween green and blue.Hair: Dark blue frayed tresses, pushed back neatly from the crown; shorter and spiked atop the head, falling into longer strands over the shoulders and down the back. Often left straight and loose, but may sometimes be pulled into a braid.Complexion: Fair.Markings: The predominant one is the X-shaped scar breaking over his face 'tween the eyes; a potential remainder ( or reminder ) from his past, it still has not faded. Generally, there are other battle-scars elsewhere, customary to his once-existence, those however are faint and not as nameable.

Distinguishing trait(s): Circling 'round is the looming - yes, looming - presence of his magic, an almost unsavory but unshakeable and unmistakable air ( though not as definitive as it once was as a Nobody, it still remains presently in sobered notes ).Apparel: Casual clothing most often ; dark blues or purple and black are occasionally paired with softer blues or white ; a zipped coat with a tall collar, emblazoned with a crescent, coupled alongside dark jeans and boots.Accessories: Minor piercings in each ear ; A broach in the emblem of a moon courting a star.

Section iii. Personality

Overall: Dissimilar to his Nobody counterpart, Isa is by and large more open, more expressive, even cheeky or coy at times. But there is a greater part of him that is somber and reserved, refusing to embrace his newfound emotionality ; he never lost the complex exterior, a front cast in an impassable calm and near-immovable quiet. Try as he like, there are just some things that have not changed. Though not any longer a miser of the once-consuming anger, it is obvious he is worn, in more ways than one.Positives: At his best, Isa can seem in parts adventurous, reflecting Lea as they once had been ; although solitary by nature, he makes for excellent, intelligent company that never tires ; emotionally engaging.Negatives: Introspective to a fault, Isa tends to become absorbed all too often in his memories ; Isa often has a note of melancholia in what he does.

Alignment: Lawful - Neutral.Myers - Briggs: INFP.Major Arcana: The Moon (Upright), The Fool (Upright), Death (Upright).Violent? Rarely.Smokes || Drinks || Drugs: Never || Rarely || Never.Mental: Insomnia coupled with a newly acquired acute sensitivity to the moonlight ( not pain, per se, but a strain; as if something is urging to come forward ) — Occasional dissociative episodes.

Skill — Berserker Transformation (ADVANCED)

Skill — Divination (INTERMEDIATE)

Skill — Swordsmanship (ADVANCED)

Attribute(s) — Enhanced Strength & Sensory

Section i. Basics

Name: "Axel" — Lea.Nickname(s): None.Birthdate: August 8th.Age: Twenty-Five ( 25 ).

Gender || Pronouns: Male ( fluid ) — He || Him ; although obviously comfortable presenting as masculine, Lea is also comfortable presenting as female or feminine in the right company.Orientation: Demiromatic || Pansexual.==Occupation:== Keywielder.==Species:== Nobody ( Former ) — Human.Faceclaim? Self.

Section ii. Appearance

Height: 6' 0''. || 182.8 cm.Build: A form complimentary for speed and dexterity, Lea is agile ( though not entirely "thin" ), with strong limbs, and a face with angular, almost sharp features.Eyes: Thin and slant, lightly lined with deep red hue ; "feline-esque" ; green.Hair: A brilliant burst of bright red mane from a widow's peak, styled away from the face in spikes and lengthening to touch the shoulders.Complexion: Sun-loved with scatterings of faint freckles over the nose and shoulders ; tanned.Markings: A few scars here or there.

Distinguishing trait(s): An aura of constant warmth, distinguishable 'tween moods ( warmer the more intense, for instance ).Apparel: Casual clothing most days, cut from cloth of darker tones ( greys, blacks, deep reds and oranges ) ; a hooded vest, plaid shirt below, black jeans and heeled boots.Accessories: The checked scarf he wore as a kid returns, set neatly - though still frayed - 'round his neck. The once-in-awhile dose of golden jewelry.

Section iii. Personality

Overall: Lea, with his heart restored, is threaded with a deep thread of remorse, even guilt. Once striking confidence now buckles under the weight of his past crimes ; his vibrance tarnished in some undeniable way despite how terribly he puts on the airs otherwise. His emotionality comes in bursts ; sudden, unintended flickers. He does as he can to avoid it. Even so, parts of his old self has, too, returned ; Lea is still bold, still determined, still a spirited fire - now, more a comforting hearth than a dangerous blaze.Positives: Lea is often described as "charming", with an infectious liveliness despite his worrying ; he remains optimistic, remains loyal and loving.Negatives: As a fire, he is restless, sometimes being "too hot" for others to be around.

Alignment: Neutral - Good.Myers - Briggs: ESFP.Major Arcana: The Sun (Upright), The Fool (Upright), Judgement (Upright).Violent? Occasionally.Smokes || Drinks || Drugs: Never || Occasionally || Never.Mental: PTSD — Nightmares — Sudden fits ( either of rage, sorrow, guilt, etc. ).

Skill — Pyromancy (ADVANCED)

Skill — Weapons proficiency (CHAKRAM)-(ADVANCED)

Skill — Weapons proficiency (KEYBLADE)-(BEGINNER)

Section i. Basics

Name: ( Lord ) Frith.Nickname(s): None.Birthdate: None.Age: An eternal sort, there seems no quantifiable age for such a figure ; ancient.Gender || Pronouns: Male — He || Him.

==Orientation:== Ambiguous, never cared to align himself with anything nor does he show any preferences one way or the other ; he is not particularly sex nor romance favorable in most settings, lending to a rather isolated lifestyle.==Species:== Creator-god ; Sun-spirit & Sun-embodiment ; patriarch to all living things in the realm of our universe.Faceclaim? Self.

Section ii. Appearance

Height: Approx. 5 ft.Build: A hefty, chimeric sort of creature, much larger than a normal rabbit would be ; gives the impression of towering over his subjects ( much as he likely should ), he is fraught with strength, resilience, and an unearthly power reflected in every movement be it strike or stroke.Eyes: Amber / deep-red ; intelligent, all-seeing.Fur: White-gold ; reflective of his empyreal aura.

Distinguishing Trait(s): He appears to have a ‘collar’ of thicker fur ‘round the neck and befalling the chest ; each paw-fall is marked by a spark of light, charming the earth with brightness for each step he takes ; the aura he exudes is of pure might, pure light - radiant as the sun he embodies, emboldened by those around him and the strength of their faithfulness ; verily, he does not quite blend in with the rest, and never could no matter how strong his magics ; he's a voice that echoes telepathically, resonate and deep-noted ; although mostly lapine in shape, Lord Frith looks more BESTIAL in form, boasting wings and a crown of antlered-horns.Markings: None.

Section i. Basics

Name: “Inlé”.Nickname(s): “The Black Rabbit” or rather, “The Black Rabbit of Inlé”.Birthdate: None.Age: An eternal sort, there seems no quantifiable age for such a figure ; ancient.Gender || Pronouns: Female ( doe ) — She || Her ( It/Its also works when referencing the context of Frith’s death-messenger ).

==Species:== Came about around the same time Frith began making the realm, he deemed her his “death-messenger,” the world’s version of the grim reaper which takes and escorts souls into the peace of the afterlife ; moon-spirit, sometimes considered the antithesis of Frith or an omen.Faceclaim? Self.

Section ii. Appearance

Height: Typically approx. 5 ft. however, like her shape, her size can vary drastically.Build: As a doe, Inlé is sleeker in shape and frame, but no less formidable ( no less intimidating to encounter ) ; towering, looming as a figure, with near-angular, smoke and shadow-spilling haunches and hide ; sometimes seen an amorphous smoke-shadow figure and nothing more.Eyes: Red and glowing.Fur: Smooth and black, reflective of the moonlight.

Distinguishing Trait(s): Despite being a messenger of one’s oncoming death, Inlé has a soothing presence, capable of putting even the most frightened of creatures at ease in their final moments ; her fur shines with hints of silver like the moon ; her claws are much larger than most. In some stories she is said to have a furless face, made up of shadow and bone only ; in other stories she has a sweet, almost motherly countenance that offers you a place in her Shadow Realm amid the ranks – a place of HONOR . Many have said her appearance would change depending on your sins ( being the worse for a worse life lived ) ; she’s a voice that echoes like a spirit, travels the winds.Markings: None.

Section i. Basics

Name: Spyro.Nickname(s): None.Birthdate: Spring.Age: Generally considered a "teenager" ( or rather, "young" ) by dragon-age standards ; VERSE DEPENDENT.Gender || Pronouns: Male — He || Him.

==Species:== A Dragon — Specifically, a once-every-some odd thousand years sort of purple dragon.==Education:== Tutored all through adolescence by the Elders ; a curriculum of magic, realm history, leadership, and other general academics taught to most other dragonlings of the time.Occupation: Guardian & "Hero" — Realm denizen in - training.Faceclaim? Self.

Section ii. Appearance

Height: 4.5 ft. by the shoulder ( give or take ).Build: A rather smallish dragon but with a big heart and big personality. Colored purple and orange, Spyro is hard to miss amongst other dragons of blue, green, or red. With a somewhat lithe and stocky frame, Spyro makes his heroic feats look quick and effortless ( for the most part ). Compared to the older dragons he meets, his features are youthful and more expressive.Eyes: Big and round ; dark violet.Wings: Like the rest of his stature, Spyro's wings are small and better equipped to expertise gliding and stunts compared to distanced flying. They're skinned with yellow-orange membrane and a darker red-orange webbing.

Scales: Smooth and sturdy ; a vibrant violet hue broken by larger, bulkier plates of orange over his chest and underbelly.Horns: A lighter orange - yellow ; standing slightly crooked atop his head.Distinguishing Trait(s): A crest of vibrantly colored spines atop the head, trailing smaller down the neck before becoming more sparse down the length of his backside and tail.Markings: Scattered over his normal purple hide are darker splotches / scales sort of like large freckles.

Elemental Proficiency

Each dragon is imbrued with his or her core element ( just as they are either an Artisan, Peace-Keeper, or so on ). Spyro himself is a core of FIRE but later develops a proficiency for the rest of the core elements of Ice, Lightning, and Earth.

Skill — Flight &. Gliding (ADVANCED)

Skill — Head Charge / Head Smash (INTERMEDIATE)

Skill — Swimming (INTERMEDIATE)

Attribute - Dexterity: The ability to use paws like hands, the ability to maneuver himself as bipedal for short periods.

Attribute: Agility